#yuuji n sukuna

[driaswrld]

i think alot about gege's characters and their parallels / juxtapositions

[nanaslutt]

when you leave in the morning w/out waking the jjk guys

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, megumi, itadori

ʚ cont: suggestiveness (heavy on geto’s), crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW

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[satoruluvies]

after me.ᐣ

asking them if they would date someone else if you died just for the hell of it :D

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, and toge

downright cried at nanami and toji's welp

[makelemonade]

When you leave in the middle of the night

Nanami, Gojo, Megumi, Suguru, Yuuji, Toji, Sukuna

ignore how the time in the corner says 11 LOL

[satoruoo]

“ if i punched you in the face would you be mad? ”

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader

feat: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, yuuji, megumi, inumaki

tagging: @sad-darksoul

[uzurakis]

hello!

Can we have JJK guys reaction to his friend/buddy being in love with his girlfriend? (can sukuna and other any other characters you like).

THEIR FRIEND ALSO . . . LIKES YOU?!

featuring: ryomen sukuna. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji. fushiguro megumi.

n. hey sweetheart, i’m not used to writing sukuna, but i tried to write him as him as much as i can! i hope it suits him. thankies for the req x—x

GOJO SATORU. when gojo found out that his friend also liked you, his reaction was, unsurprisingly, far from what most people would expect. instead of anger or jealousy, he simply shrugged it off, his trademark smile playing on his lips.

“did you hear what i just said?” you asked, looking at him with wide eyes, he wasn’t fazed. “your friend likes me.”

gojo laughed, waving a hand dismissively. “oh, i heard you,” he replied, leaning back against the couch with an amused glint behind those glasses. “but why should i be worried? i know you’ll choose me at the end of the day.”

you blinked, taken aback by his confidence. “you’re not even a little bit concerned?”

“not at all,” gojo said, grinning. “i mean, can you blame them? you’re everything. but they don’t stand a chance against me, darling.”

“besides, it’s not like i don’t trust you. i know you love me.”

his words were playful, but because you know him well, he was serious. it was just the way he expressed it. “you’re right,” you admitted, tracing figures on his hands. “i do love you.”

“see? nothing to worry about. let him have their crush. it doesn’t change anything between us. if anything, it’s flattering. just proves i have excellent taste.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA. being in a relationship with sukuna meant navigating his unpredictable moods and overwhelming presence, but you had never seen him this angry before. the air seemed to crackle with his frustration as he paced back and forth, his eyes blazing with a fury that sent chills down your spine.

“babe,” you began, trying to calm him down. “what’s wrong?”

he stopped pacing and looked at you, his expression dark. “fucking jerk, it’s that so-called ‘friend’ of mine,” words spat out immediately. “i found out he likes you.”

your heart skipped a beat. you had noticed the way his friend had been acting lately, but you hadn’t thought much of it. now, seeing sukuna’s reaction, you realized just how serious this was.

“ryo,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “i chose you from the start, right?”

he growled, his hands clenching into fists. “i don’t care about that. he should have known better. he should have known that you’re mine.”

sukuna lined up his hand on your chin, causing your eyes to meet. “if he comes near you, he’ll face my wrath,” he whispered, his tone still laced with menace. “no one threatens what’s mine.”

“especially my woman.”

ITADORI YUUJI. you told him about his friend’s feelings while you both were sitting inside your cozy room. itadori’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but then he leaned back in his chair, processing the information.

“wow,” he said softly, scratching the back of his head, those pink locks becoming messier. “i didn’t see that coming.”

bitting your lower lip, you’re worried about how he might take the news. “you’re not mad, aren’t you?”

but your boyfriend shook his head, full of understanding. “no, i’m not mad, baby. feelings are complicated, y’know? it’s not like he can control how he feels.”

you sighed in relief, appreciating his maturity. “okay... i was just worried about how you’d react.”

“baby, i trust you, and i trust our relationship. besides, i’m kind of curious now. like, since when did he start liking you? how did i miss that?”

feeling the tension ease out of the situation, you chuckled at him. his obliviousness always gets in the way. “don’t know the exact moment, but i guess it’s been a while.”

“hmm,” the guy leaned forward, resting his chin on his free hand. “did he ever try to tell you or make a move?”

you shook your head. “no, i guess he didn’t. i think he knew about us and didn’t want to cause any trouble.” after your statement, a thoughtful expression was written on his face. “that must have been tough for him. i mean, having feelings for someone who’s already in a relationship.”

“it probably was,” you agreed. “but i’m glad you’re handling this so well.”

“hey, anyone would be lucky to have you. i just got there first.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. he took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. after fushiguro found out that his friend liked you, it hit him harder than he wanted to admit. the knowledge gnawed at him, and although he tried to brush it off, doubts began to creep in, making him question his own worth and your relationship. “i found out that one of my friends likes you.”

“really? who?” you blinked in surprise, not expecting that. he named the friend, and you frowned, thinking back on any interactions you might have had. “i had no idea…”

fushiguro nodded, but his eyes avoiding yours. “i didn’t either. it just… fuck, it bothers me.”

“i guess it makes me question things. like, am i good enough for you? do you have feelings for him too? those sorta things..”

your hands immediately caressed his by instinct, seeing him like this made your heart ache. “baby, you’re enough for me. i don’t have any feelings for them. i’m with you until the end.”

the man looked down for a long while, his grip on your hand tightening. “but what if i’m not enough? what if there’s something lacking in our relationship that makes you look elsewhere?”

“there’s nothing lacking, megumi. i’m happy with you. and i love you just the way you are.” you shook your head, cupping his face with your free hand.

after that he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly. “i don’t want to that jealous boyfriend but i can’t help it. the thought of losing you to someone else…”

“you’re not going to lose me,” you interrupted softly. “i’m here with you, and that’s not going to change. fushiguro then opened his eyes, searching for reassurance in yours, before closing them again. a little, relieved smile tugged on the edges of his lips. “i love you. i’m sorry for doubting us.”

@uzurakis

[olasketches]

has this been done already??

based on this post

[emmyrosee]

I love found family older brother sukuna, toddler Yuji, and reader! I can totally see reader and Yuji doing face masks together for fun, and forcing sukuna to join, which he begrudgingly does and serectly enjoys it

“No. Not fucking happening.”

“Come onnnn!” You whine, shaking the face mask gently in excitement. “What doesn’t sound fun about watching Encanto, doing a face mask and eating grapes?”

“The whole watching Encanto, doing a face mask and eating grapes thing,” he grumbles. On the couch, yuuji moves to perch his elbows on the armrest and watch the interaction, the panda face mask on his cheeks cut slightly to fit his small jaw and head. Sukuna cocks a brow and pulls a face, “and they’re animal face masks? Fucking pass.”

You sigh softly, then you turn to his little brother and scoop him in your arms, and sukuna quirks a brow, “the fuck are you doing?”

“Ready yuuji?”

“Weady,” the child replies.

Sukuna now furrows his brows in annoyance, “don’t you fucking dare-“

It’s too late. You and his brother flash Sukuna, a man covered in tattoos and piercings and the worst vocabulary known to man, the biggest set of puppy eyes, pleading him to cave and spend the night with you both. He winces from the sheer force of your pouty eyes, unable to look away completely but desperately wanting to. “Don’t give me that look, freaks. It’s not going to work.”

“Pwease, ‘kuna?” Yuuji whimpers, and you blink up at him and jut out your lower lip. Sukuna feels himself crumbling, his reserve being demolished, and he groans and looks up to the sky, looking for patience.

“Yeah,” you whine. “Please, Sukuna?”

“For fucks sake, stop looking at me like that, I’ll fucking watch your stupid movie and do a damn mask, fuck,” he snarls, gripping the face mask from your hand and leaving you and yuuji to giggle and high five in victory. “I spoil the fuck out of you both, you know that right?”

“Yes,” you nod, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I’m going to start the movie, you go put on your mask.”

The mask in question- printed into the animal of a frog- is slippery and cold, and sukuna gags as he slaps it on his face, grumbling at the sensation. He hears the beginning of the movie and makes his way back out to you and his brother, the latter sitting on your lap with a bowl of grapes between his legs. Sukuna sits next to you with a soft groan, his arm instinctively tossing around you.

When you burrow into his side, he can’t fight the smile that eases over his cheeks as he digs his hand into the bowl of grapes, feeding himself the handful and letting the serum of the face mask warm up on his cheeks.

“I’m glad you caved,” you whisper, and he hums back.

Secretly, although he’d rather stub his toe by force than say it, he’s glad he did, too.

[hinamie]

Yuuji: Bye, im going to the fire nation!

Sukuna: Not dressed like you aren't.

Proceeds to give Yuuji a boob window in his clothes

ngl anon i took this bit way too seriously n got carried away thinking abt what yuuji's fire nation alternate fit would look like ,, then after figuring it out I thought well now I /have/ to draw air as well ....

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna lives literally next door. you live in one of those apartment complexes where you rent a room and then have a common kitchen, bathroom and stuff with your almost-roommates inside of a bigger complex made of apartments just like yours, for students only.

if it wasn't for his 9 year old brother yuuji, who casually lives across from your room (wasn't this place for college students?) and is the literal definition of a ray of sunshine, you'd hate his guts. sure, he's hot for a guy who looks like he's failing half of his classes and makes sure you hear every single one of the girls he brings into his room at night, but he's still a major pain in your ass.

"where the hell do you think you're going?" he tells his brother, leaning on his door, arms crossed. the child is rushing to put his shoes on and zipping his sweater up.

"yn said she's going to take me running!" he responds grinning, tripping on his own feet from how excited he is before softly knocking on your door, all while sukuna looks at him raising one eyebrow.

"i'm starting to think you like her more than me, brat," he grits out just as you get out.

"oh he does, he just doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it," you rub in his face without sparing him a glance. he huffs and rolls his eyes, really wanting to punch you in the face. you ignore him and smile at yuuji, getting at his eye level.

"ready? whoever gets tired last will be the first player tonight in mario kart," you say wiggling your eyebrows.

"deal!" he squeals happily before running out the door. you know he's going to wait for you, he's a good kid, he's not going to run away. he's more mature than any 9 year old should be.

"y'know, if you needed some cardio you could've come in my room," sukuna tells you coming closer and looking you up and down. you have this cute set on that is making him salivate, but he still maintains some kind of distance.

"on my dead body, itadori senior," you lightly push him out of the way and go back into your room to get your bag.

"come on, i'll even push your head in the sheets so as not to look at your annoying ass face," he remarks, and you shoot him a dirty glance. he flips you off.

"can you talk about something that doesn't make me want to rip my ears off?" you mumble while searching for your house keys.

"i can talk about how i'll break your neck if you don't bring back my brother in two hours, if you want," he says, looking at you from the doorway, bored.

"he still likes me more."

"when you get home there will be another lock, bitch."

[spacebaby1]

Family (Sukuna x Reader ft: Yuji)

Little nine years old Yuji skipped his way to home after school, he'd always get excited to get home and do his little routine of going through the fridge, making himself a little snack and play some video games till late afternoon when Sukuna arrives home from work.

However today it was different since he noticed his brothers motorbike is still there which means he's home, "I'm Home" yuji announced as he entered to find Sukuna fixing the table. Yuji's smiled widened as he ran to hug Sukuna's legs, which made Sukuna chuckled ruffling his hair.

He was about to speak when he turned his head towards the kitchen to find you standing there in your long pink floral dress, Yuji thought that he saw an angel for a minute as he just stared at you, "Say Hello to Y/n, she's my girlfriend." Yuji stood straight before greeting you, "Hello Y/n, I'm Yuji. Nice to meet you." He forwarded his tiny hand as he walked towards you, you chuckled bending down and shaking his tiny hand, "it's so nice to meet you, I heard so much about you!"

"Did you cook for me? I smell chicken," he asked innocently looking at you with his smile that Sukuna always mentioned when he talked about his little brother. You nodded, "your Oni-chan told me that you love chicken so I made you fried chicken with Rice," he nodded.

The three of sat to eat, Yuji sat beside Sukuna; while you served Yuji first and he thanked you as he dig in, he gasped and took another bite and another. You smiled at Sukuna with excitement, Sukuna winked and smiled small.

"This is really good! Wow!" Yuji complemented you with a huge smile as he ate the rest of his food. After lunch you brought him the cake you bought just for him, it was Sukuna who mentioned that Yuji loves strawberry cake and you just had to get it for him; and the look on his face when he saw it was worth it.

Sukuna watched as you and his little brother were getting along faster than he thought since Yuji isn't that social even if he's the sweetest boy to everyone it's hard for him to approach people first. You and Yuji had somewhat same personality; both of you clicked together. Now he was showing you his video games set in the living-room as he talked about the current game he was playing. Sukuna sat on the sofa watching you and Yuji play the racing video game, laughing and playing like you both knew each other forever, Sukuna chuckled at the sight before him. It wasn't until few hours in Yuji fell asleep with his head on your lap, snoring quietly. You gently soothed his pink hair that matched your boyfriends.

Sukuna came back from kitchen with a tea mug and handed it to you sitting beside you and whispered, "I think he likes you, there is no way in hell he will fall asleep on just anyone." You smiled at that, "he's a great kid, just like you mentioned. You're lucky to have him as your little brother."

"I am, indeed." Sukuna said placing a gentle hand over yours that you had placed on Yuji's head, he mumbled something in his sleep and cuddled into you more which made your heart melt. "Wow, the brat likes you more than me now," Sukuna rolled his eyes pretending to be annoyed which made you chuckle.

[nanaslutt]

jjk characters getting jealous about you hanging out with another person

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, shoko, higuruma, ino, yuta, megumi, yuuji

ʚ cont: suggestive, fluff, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW

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[fun-loving-peach]

Rough Sex with Toji Fushiguro from my Event List Here <3

Divider by lovely @cafekitsune ❤️

Toji has just had it with you, you’ve been giving him the silent treatment all day. Not a peep out of you made him feel angry. He would take screaming over not being able to hear your sweet voice. After an hour you come out of the bedroom in nothing more than a pair of booty shorts and a very revealing top heading towards the door.

“Woah woah, where do you think you’re going little lady.” He goes over to you holding your arm turning you towards him as you glare at him. “I’m going out with the girls Toji, now let me go.” You scoffed trying to leave his hold.

“You’re not going anywhere specially dressed like that. Go and change.” He grunts leading you to the bedroom. He really couldn’t help feel so angry that you would do this just because you’re mad him. “What?! I’m not gonna change.” You try to argue but he slams you against the wall taking your face in his hand and kisses you roughly. You yelped at the sudden move kissing him back as roughly as you gripped his hair. “Fine you won’t do it, then I’ll just have to take it off.” He says into your ear bitting it slightly, hands going to your shorts. “I’m gonna show you how your body is only mine to see like this you slut.”

Toji has your face pushed up against the pillow, a hand on your neck as he keeps you there. His cock is pounding into your tight little hole as he leaves hand marks on your ass from every slap he gives you. You don’t know how many hours it’s been, all you know is his thrust’s go deeper and deeper by the second as he feels your warm gummy walls clenching on his cock. Maybe you were mad at him but right now from how he’s hitting all the right spots you can’t help but moan his name over and over.

Your toes are curling at the feeling of his p lo cock rubbing your sweet spot. Leaving you breathless as your orgasm is on edge. You’re panting into the pillow as your juices flow onto the bed as he pulls back just enough to leave his tip inside, then thrusting into you hitting deeper as he leans forward into your ear slowly whispering.

“Look at this mess you’re making on the bed.” He grunts pulling on your hair as he slowly teases one of your nipples, rubbing your perky nip’s against his rough fingers. “Does the little slut want to cum?” He says thrusting into you unexpectedly, making you moan out his name. You’re babbling and begging him to make you cum as you try to look at his eyes. “Maybe if you didn’t try to leave the house in that tiny outfit you would’ve cum by now, wouldn’t you baby.” He smirks manhandling you as he picks up his pace.

The sound of his hips slamming into you bouncing of the walls as he makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. He takes your hips holding them tight as he keeps rubbing against your g-spot. Fingers going down to play with your clit as you gripped the sheets. He wants to see you break, he loves it when you do.

Your orgasm fast approaching as moans get higher. “Please Toji, I’m gonna cum. Please! Please! I’m gonna cum.” You cry out as you feel him twitching inside you. “Go on be a good girl for me and wait a little.” He grunts as his thrust get suddenly sloppy and slaps your ass and kneads at the fat. He’s also on the tip of finishing as your walls clench on dear life on him, but he doesn’t give you the pleasure of finishing just yet.

Leg’s quivering as he pinches your clit and just a bit later he makes you tip over finally reaching your orgasm after hours of denial. He soon finishes inside you with one last thrust. Ropes of cum filling your insides as a ring of white forms at his shaft. He keeps at it praising you for being such an obedient slut as he fucks you through both your climaxes.

“Such a good slut for me, huh.” “This pussy was fucking made for me, princess.” He pulls out watching as your slick slowly drips out of your aching hole. He picks a little with his finger as you shiver. Licking his finger tasting your essence as he smirks turning you over on your back as he settles into in between your legs. “I’m not done with you sweetheart. You still haven’t learned your lesson.” He grins kissing you hard as he pushes his cock once more into your right hole.

This was gonna be more of a long night for you.

[aikatoru]

A Sneak peak 👀

AITA for fucking my brother’s girl but to be fair she was mine first.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, voyeurism, peeping, all characters are aged up.

Summary:

Yuuji an all star-athlete, ace student, golden child, beloved by all, had everything he could ever want….except you.

You were his best friend, his confidante, he had always been madly in love with you ever since you guys were kids and it seems like you guys were just the perfect match.

There’s only one problem…

…you were obsessed with his good for nothing older brother, Sukuna.

But Yuuji won’t give you up so easily, you see…you guys were meant to be together.

How far would he go to get you to finally notice him? Read more to see Yuuji’s fall from grace.

“Sukun-Sukuna-please!! Fuck me…” you begged oh so desperately when he broke the kiss.

He smirks, never would he have thought that he’d lived to hear you say that and to no one but him, never would he have thought that he’d be the one to push his cock into your untouched walls and scream his name from how sweet he was taking your virginity.

He always knew that Yuji was so desperately in love with you, yet it didn’t stop him from taking what you had so generously offered him. You had come to him after all, he was just milking the opportunity for all its worth.

If someone offers you treasure would you have turned them away?

That’s why when he notices Yuji standing by the crack of the door, peeking in, looking at you both so intensely, he laughs and decides to give him a show.

Pushing your legs up, folding them above your head, putting you into a mating press just so Yuji could get a clear view of how hard Sukuna was pounding into your pussy. Fucking you hard into his bed.

It was sinful, the way his balls slapped against your ass with each heavy thrust, the wet squelching sound of your pussy echoing off the walls and if that wasn’t enough, your cries and moans for more was what did it for Yuuji…

Interact to be tagged for the actual story 🤭

[strbymacaroon]

Silent Love: Master-List!

Master-List:

༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ ૢ་༘࿐ Synopsis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. For something in exchange, of course.

Under one agreement, that is.

CW: Alternate Universe - College/University, Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

.・-: ✧ :ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ Reader here on Ao3 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter One: 14k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ New Roommate(s)

“… “I can’t deal with your sobbing when I’m trying to go to bed because he broke your heart again.” It’s the reason you're moving out, actually. That's being mean, it isn’t the reason why you’re moving out. But, it definitely is one of them…”

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Two: 9k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ Sexual Tension

"...Maybe you imagined the whole thing, you were up really late and could’ve been sleep deprived. You can’t, right? That’s impossible, you’re not crazy. Besides, if you’re not imagining it, Yuuji had to have heard, right?..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Three: 11.7k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ Fake Dinner Date W/Feels

"...You yell at the door. It’s way to fucking early to be dealing with this shit, why couldn’t he bother you in the afternoon? You glance at the clock on your counter, the numbers ‘2:57 PM’ glaring back at you, oh shit. Okay, fine, maybe it is time to get up..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Four: 26.6k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ Project Week

"...You weren’t necessarily dreading this moment, but you aren’t looking forward to it. Things are just back to being silent between you two. Now, you have to follow him around like a lost puppy..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Five: 10k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ "Good Guy."

"...You feel your stomach drop. Sukuna presses his lips together, his eyes moving up and down your frame, before naturally looking at the women besides him. He can see your expression sour from the corner of his eye, and it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Six: 27.1k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ Forgiveness?

"...Uruame nods, placing the things on the table. “Of course, I’m here for Sukuna.” They place the final item, and you quickly observe they’re the ingredients for cookies..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Seven: 34k words.

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ A Lovely Night

"...“Shit! Sukuna why didn’t you—“ If possible, your stomach twists even harder. The space next to you is empty, void of any form of existing life other than a messy pillow. You feel your eyebrow twitch, before punching his pillow. That fucking lying ass son of a bi..."

ૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Eight:

.・゜-: ✧ :-︑︒⚬∙︓· : ̗̀ ➛ Epilogue...

[babypinkhearts]

always an angel, never a god.

pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader

summary: is he truly aware of how different he is?

warnings: angst! reader and gojo are students at jujustu high, everyone is safe!!! comfort, fluff, mentions of violence. i broke my heart a little. can be seen as foreshadowing but you didn’t hear that from me.

a/n: inspired by “not strong enough” by boy genius. i fear this is my new favorite.

demeaning is what you would call this.

watching, in something you can only describe as jealousy, as gojo satoru walks back towards you, a shit-eating grin present on his face.

it’s like this often.

infantilization would be an exaggeration. satoru doesn’t baby you per-say, but there is clearly a conscious effort made to make sure you are always behind him. he leads. he attacks. he succeeds.

and then you’re back at square one. walking together, back to jujustu high as satoru rambles about arbitrary topics. missions with him end quickly. he asks, - or, more accurately - orders, you to stay back as he takes less than a minute in exorcising whatever curses are ahead. you never question him as to why you’re always paired together. you know he has something to do with it.

“you hungry?” he smiles, an arm comfortably rested across your shoulders. he subconsciously guides you as you walk along the pavement.

you spare a quick glance at him. he looks content, that expression of satisfaction feeling somewhat bothersome to you at the moment.

“not really…” you mumble, eyes trailing off as you looked at the buildings beside the two of you.

you wonder as to why you’re beside him. not in the literal sense - you already know he’s here by pure will. but, what was the point of missions, of jujustu, when all you did was stay back and observe? you gave up any chance of a normal life for this.

you feel satoru looking at you.

you contemplate for a little, choosing to avoid his eyes. defeatedley, you briefly close yours.

your voice is quiet as you speak. you wonder if he even hears you, your voice muffled under the busy street noise.

"this has to stop, gojo."

the rest of the walk is silent.

•••

your abilities could never amount to satoru.

he had everyone beat - effortlessly, really. there was no process of acceptance for it. you couldn’t mourn the loss of something you could never have.

the god himself, picked from the heavens and placed into your world. clouding your senses, leaving only the thought of him in your head. he was impossible to ignore. the brightest of people that made you feel so incredibly dull.

he was beautiful. ethereal and worshipped. you knew you loved him, pathetically so.

it was obvious that some amount of affection was mutual. he was constantly around you, where he had clearly stated - out loud - that it was where he preferred to be. you basked in his presence.

“what movie?”

your eyes scan the two discs in satoru’s hands. a horror and a thriller. judging by the intense covers of both, you had a suspicion that they weren’t too different.

“options seem… limited.” you mumble, a soft smile on your face as you watch him in amusement. you quickly learned that satoru never really flocked towards a certain genre. he could easily watch an action movie and jump straight into a depressive drama.

“option one it is!” he grins, turning back to the TV, pressing play almost immediately after the disc is inserted. you wonder how he was always so hyper. he could be thrown a boulder the size of the earth and not seem affected. it worried you at times.

you move a little to the side of your bed, making room for him. this was a bit of a routine. a class, training, or mission would be over and the two of you would naturally be in your room afterwards, talking or watching whatever movies saturo would randomly bring.

you loved it. whatever it was. you couldn’t tell.

“have you seen this one?” you asked, heart briefly stopping as you register the feeling of his head resting comfortably in your lap. he’s so casual about it. a hand is gently placed on your thigh.

“no, i just got it last week.” he replies, glancing up at you. his glasses are off. the blue is almost frightening, too compelling to look back at. you refrain.

you hum in response, learning back against the wall as your eyes follow the bright screen ahead. you try your best to ignore the boy in your lap. it works for a bit.

there’s three pokes on your thigh about half-way through the movie.

looking down, you raise a brow at satoru.

he smiles, pleased at your attention.

“who’s more likely to die in a horror movie - me or you?”

you scoff, head tilting back up to pay attention to the movie again. you’re painfully reminded that satoru can be a little clueless at times. he’s an idiot.

“hey,” he whines, poking your side this time, eliciting a slap on the wrist from you. “i’m serious!”

you knew he meant for the question to be fun - he probably asked it because he was tired of the silence. but he was oblivious, you noticed. maybe dense. it had been a long day, you doubt he meant any harm. but, you also couldn’t help but feel he is slightly taunting you. tormenting because he knows how easy of an answer that is. a hand is raised, and you carefully brush his hair out if his face.

“you would outlive all of us, satoru.”

silence comes again.

you feel the hand on your thigh retreat, and suddenly satoru sits up.

you don’t mean for your words to come out as harshly as they do. you’re blunt at times, and it makes you feel guilty. couldn’t you humor him a little - reply back with a smile that is equally as playful? but you can’t compare to him. you don’t have the luxury to be so high-spirited all of the time.

you’re forced to look at him now, his eyes staring you down. the movie is on low volume, dialogue from the characters coming out as low hums. you’ve never seen satoru like this. he’s without a smile, and his lips are downcast in a small frown.

“i don’t want that.”

his voice sounds almost defeated, as if it’s an admission to a thought he hides from. you realize that the conversation has moved past a silly theoretical question and on to something real.

“i hate the thought of that.” satoru elaborates, closing his eyes briefly.

he’s gifted, of course. he’s aware. gojo satoru takes his confidence everywhere because he can. he allows himself to brag, because what else can he do? he can’t hide his strength. everyone knows what he is capable of. he’s not “normal.” he can’t be. when the world calls, he’s there. he puts himself in an incredible amount of danger and is never afraid because he knows he will be okay.

you can’t flaunt your strength the same, and he’s painfully aware of it. he doesn’t mean to belittle you. in all honesty, he hopes it never comes across as that, but he knows it does. you’re not weak, but why fight when he could save you? why risk it? if anything, he would take a beating for you a hundred times over. he’d give his life.

but there’s something so isolating about his abilities. again, he’s different. unrelatable, retired from any chance at normality. more-so than you. for as long as he lives, he will feel the need to protect. the fight is never over. a “god” is what he gets called the most. it’s usually playful, a joke. but hidden in those words is the reality of constant expectations he is forced to meet. a god.

“i know i can be…” satoru trails off, shifting slightly as he crosses his legs. “suffocating.”

in all honesty, since your last mission, he hadn’t stopped thinking about your words. or the look on your face.

this has to stop.

you had looked crushed. it made his heart sink.

in this world of pure danger and inevitable loss, satoru tries to keep his worries at bay. protecting you is a natural response. a weakness is pointless if it is never reached.

and he hated to admit it. an achilles heel placed directly on gojo satoru, the strongest. it made him sick.

“no, you’re not.” you quietly reply, shaking your head. you’re lying through your teeth, but you find that you really dislike serious satoru. it scares you. perhaps there’s a reason he is rarely like this. it feels as though the walls are caving in, and he’s being pushed closer to you, overwhelming you with his entire being. gojo satoru being serious feels unnatural. it’s uncomfortable. but it’s something new. a side you’ve never seen before, and you secretly thank the world that he lets you witness it.

he sends you a pointed look, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips. “don’t do that.”

you slowly nod, smiling slightly. “sorry.”

the dynamic is like this. you obey him, constantly. you’re one of his worshippers. you don’t realize that satoru ultimately does the same thing with you.

he stares at you with fondness in his eyes.

he loves you. and he thinks he has for a long time now.

but what is a god if they let themselves feel so… mortal? he can act the part. he’s defeated everything he’s touched. he’s feared, and simultaneously adored.

so why can’t he let himself have you so easily?

“i guess i’m just-“

satoru takes in a sharp breath, and your stomach drops as you watch his head bow down, evading your eyes. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you assume he is silently asking to drop the topic.

until his shoulders slump, and you can see them start to tremble.

gojo satoru was not a god.

he was mortal, human. as much as the world seemed to think he wasn’t. he tried to convince himself of the same, but it evidently proved to be useless.

you don’t say a word to him, reaching out and letting him bury his face in your shoulder. you can feel him suppressing his emotions the best he can, hyper-aware of the way you fail to feel him breathe against you.

when you turn to kiss his cheek with a feather-like touch, all composure is lost. you feel a stifled sob escape him.

satoru is mortified at the thought of losing you - losing anybody. he realized it when he finally registered how deeply he cared for you.

would being “the strongest” suffice?

he wish he could see the future.

he knows he’s been wrong. but more importantly, utterly selfish. you never asked to be loved by him. or protected. satoru easily gives into his own desires, ignorant as to how it affects those around him.

if the world saw satoru as a god, then he saw you as the most breathtaking angel.

you were more than worthy of his attention. he put you on a pedestal, out-ranking all he’s done in his life. he could live a thousand lifetimes and still want you just as badly. he wonders if that’s normal - if what he feels for you should be as strong as it is. should he be physically affected? sometimes he senses his heart pounding, the sensation intense enough to make him sick.

but he reminds himself that it’s the best kind of feeling.

how many times has he sat next to you, leaning his entire body on yours as he not-so-discreetly searches for your warmth? your touch. he’ll gladly fill his senses with only thoughts of you.

satoru’s head tilts up from it’s place on your shoulder, and he kisses you messily.

gojo satoru is selfish. and he’ll accept it.

if this lifetime is the only one he is meant to spend with you, then fuck it. fuck it all. he will let himself be greedy.

his hands are in your hair, and he attempts to pour out every little bit of emotion he has in his scrambled brain. he can’t think clearly. all he knows is that you’re kissing him back, and he’s fighting the biggest smile.

it’s heavenly.

you part from him after a while, lips swollen and face flushed.

satoru isn’t much better, his breath staggered and pupils dilated.

he attempts to lean in again, but a gentle hand on his chest stops him. satoru blinks, watching you as you let out a small laugh. you feel relieved. as if the heaviest weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you are free and liberated.

you’re somewhat in disbelief.

this ethereal being has confessed to you. an emotion that is so incredibly mutual. reciprocated to only the strongest amount. a love so infinite that it nearly drove you mad.

satoru smiles. it intensifies.

your laugh is contagious, and suddenly the two of you are unable to catch your breath, faces pink from hope, joy, and love.

satoru will take this.

he can be vulnerable. he must let you be independent. what is a commitment to confirmed infatuation without trust?

he can let himself be human. what a miserable life it’d be without you.

after all, a “god” will be okay with his angel.