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dreaisgrayte · 5 months ago

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I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR WORKS. YOU HAVE ME SCREAMING AND CRYING. The amount of detail that you put into them is MWAH the freakin chefs kiss 😘 you have been promoted to my #1, please never stop what you're doing ❤️❤️❤️

on another note, would you mind if I requested a scenario with Gojo? Maybe something about fem!y/n being from a high ranking rival clan, who the Gojo clan has despised for their entire existence. Maybe y/n has always had a crush on satoru ever since they first saw each other as kids, but since they were raised to hate each other it never went any further than a small lil crush. but now they're adults and both powerful sorcerers, her feelings kind of just pop back up out of nowhere and satoru finds it amusing how even after all this time and the things that their clans told them about each other that she would still have her little puppy crush on him. Maybe it could be like a she fell first and he fell harder scenario? i'm a slut for those oh my gosh

thank you so much!!!!

That's so so so sweet of you! Honestly, got me giggling and kicking my feet. Careful, I will propose, istg. This... turned into a monster while writing it. I came up with a silly little plan and a silly little idea to incorporate into your request and then this monstrosity was born. If I wasn't told to stop... I might've never stopped writing on this. I L O V E D this idea. Friends to lovers/1 fell first then the other fell harder I EAT UP EVERY TIME. So, here's what my whore brain wrote <3 love you and I hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Gojo harasses the women he's actually into (he forgets how to flirt so just ends up bullying them), teasing, flirting, kissing, cowgirl, missionary, raw sex, a lot of touching, feelings...so many feelings

word count: 6.1k

The Crave | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

“Are you sure they’ll be there? I don’t want their son to look at our precious daughter.” Your mother holds you closely to her legs, clicking her tongue in annoyance when the maid nods her head. “Unbelievable. You hear that? Do they think they can parade that freak of nature around Japan? Well, they’ll have to see our daughter as well. She’s got the normal amount of eyes and isn’t staring at everyone with those ugly blue ones.” Her tone is harsh and for a six-year-old you, it’s hard to understand why she’s so angry. You also doubted that the young boy had six eyes.

Your father walks into the room, straightening his tie with a stern look on his features. “As long as they keep him away from her, everything will be fine.”

But as you were brought into the party, still close to your mother – you saw nothing but a boy with snow white hair and brilliant blue eyes. Sure the way he glared at you was slightly off-putting, but he was just a boy. He was alone in the room, but everyone seemed to be talking about him. Even your mother shamed him behind a gloved hand.

Your heart aches. What did he do that warranted such disgust for simply being alive? The Gojo clan and your clan had been at odds since the very conception of both. They bred powerful sorcerors for fame, gain, and wealth. He was yet another product of selfish desire, born into a role and body he didn’t ask for. His life ahead would be filled with always the underline of being strong. Somehow; being uniquely gifted gave him the responsibility to be used like a tool. You knew your fate wasn’t far behind his.

Though, his eyes sparkled like he knew some deeply funny thing about the world. That – even though his destiny was surely to be used up by his clan – there were still things to be enjoyed in the world. It made your…stomach hurt. Both a swirling breeze of cool and a stifling wave of heat. Boiled and frozen, pumping whatever this feeling was straight into your tiny brain.

That was the first time you ever saw Satoru Gojo, and you’d soon come to realize around the age of 10 that you had developed an infatuation with him. Children surrounded you, chattering about how you and Satoru were going to get married when you were older. Of course, you blushed and stayed quiet – which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea since the gaggle of children went screaming at Satoru about how you wanted to marry him. A less-than-ideal situation because those sapphire eyes tracked you down amongst the crowd and 10-year-old Satoru smirked. You were utterly done for.

Thinking back on the encounters you’d had with Satoru Gojo, you were glad your family hated him. It gave you an excuse to hide behind that fact because still – in your 20s – his face would appear in the back of your mind. You’d heard things about the miraculous powerful sorcerer he’d become from your boss at the special unit for special grade sorcerors. Your mother called you about 30 times just today to remind you Satoru wasn’t the strongest, you were. The Gojo clan was sneaky, they didn’t care about anyone else except for their gain. Your parents had raised you to be wary of anything the Gojo clan did, one misstep, and suddenly you’d be shipped off to the States.

It was a mix inside your stomach. The Gojos were not to be trusted and you most definitely were not allowed to interact with their heir. So when your boss comes waltzing up to you with a wide smile on her face, you know that rule is about to be broken. “YN, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Her laugh comes off rushed. Your boss knew about the tensions between the rivaling clans, working with special grade sorcerors required her to do so. Then why? Why the hell did she pass over a report with that stupid fucker’s face on it? “There’s a powerful curse roaming around Shibuya that needs the attention of,” she pauses, scrunching her face in thought.

You sigh, the annoyance in your body pooling in your joints. “Two extremely powerful sorcerors?” You offer, the fakest smile known to mankind presenting itself on your lips.

Nevertheless, she lights up and hits her fist on the flat of her palm. “Exactly! See, this is why we have you on the team!” She exclaims with a little too much vigor for your taste.

You watch her for a moment, noticing the way her long blue hair bounces around – almost like they were cheering you on as well. “Right…” You drag out the word, glancing at the file folder in your hand. “Why can’t Gojo handle it by himself then?” Her excitement seemingly drains from her face. You take note immediately. “Boss, how powerful is this damn thing?”

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Meanwhile, Satoru had the same look on his face – annoyance. He understood having two special graders go on this mission would ultimately be the best option, but you? What sort of sick play of the fates was this? You were always so, he groans running a hand down his face, perfect. Your reputation, your battle tactics, hell even your coworkers thought you were the best. That’s insane. What kind of person even has all of their coworkers think the best of them?

He tosses your folder to the side of his desk, wanting to bang his forehead on the surface of the hardwood just to make sure he is seeing things clearly. The higher-ups were always comparing him to you, making sure he never fell behind in anything. Your clan was just a bunch of prissy stuck-up snobs… but then again… so was his.

It’s useless, he was stuck going on this mission with you because no matter how powerful he was, he would never have power over himself. He reaches for your folder again, flipping it open. Along with the neverending list of your accolades and magnificent achievements, was a picture of you paperclipped to the stack of paper. A few beats of silence pass as Satoru stares at your face.

After a few more minutes he grunts and shuts the folder again. He focuses on pulling the black cloth back over his eyes. The curse would be a piece of cake, especially with both of you on the mission. That’s not what he was worried about per se. The tricky part was how unbelievably pretty you had gotten to be and how there was a growing ache in the pit of his stomach. Fuck, this was going to be a shitshow. Then again, he couldn’t help but wonder – with a growing smirk on his face – if you still had that puppy dog crush on him.

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“Yes, right this way ma’am.” A blonde man guides you toward Satoru’s office. He’s in an interesting outfit, not the usual sorcerer apparel. His tie is black and white forming an interesting pattern. His calm blue dress shirt is tucked into a pair of beige slacks. He’s very handsome and also looks very tired. Probably from dealing with all of Satoru’s bullshit if you had to guess.

He stops in front of a door and you almost don’t catch how his body deflates quickly with a tiny sigh before he’s back to normal. “Before I go in, please just call me YN.” Your body moves on its own, planting a hand on his rather muscular shoulder.

He attempts a smile, but it falters almost as soon as the corners of his mouth reach their peak. “Call me Nanami, Nanami Kento.” He extends a hand and you gratefully shake it. He seems nice. Then, he opens the door and leaning up against a desk is none other than Satoru.

Satoru is in uniform and you’ll be damned, he looks too good in it. How can someone that lanky pull off a baggy uniform? His fluffy white hair spikes out in a messy ‘I woke up looking this good’ way. Your heart – against every inch of your being, is thumping wildly in your chest. You should’ve double-checked his file to conclude he doesn’t have six ears. What if he can hear how erratic your pulse is? His azure gaze is locked in on the man beside you. “Thank you, Nanami,” Satoru smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You hear a grunt beside you and then Nanami starts walking down the hall. You watch him leave, wishing he could’ve stayed longer. You hear a loud cough from inside the room. Furrowing your brows you turn your gaze to Satoru, who looks irritated. “I thought you came to spend time with me YN, yet here you are not even paying any attention to me.” He complains, standing up.

You press your lips into a thin line. “We’re not here for a playdate, we have business to do.” You reply with a lash of venom in your cool tone. Satoru glances off to the side with an airy laugh and smirk. What was he laughing about? You were growing more frustrated with every second.

“Mmm, playdates remind me of when we were children.” He’s still looking off to the side like he’s watching a memory play out that only he can see. His gaze is back to you in an instant. “You had a crush on me, remember?” He cocks his head to the side, a teasing grin taking over his stupidly handsome face.

Your body cools with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. Oh, so he wanted to bring up the past? You put on your best ‘fuck around a find out’ smile. “Yeah, but that was before puberty hit and I had standards.” You answer the tone of your voice higher and sweeter than before. Satoru raises his brows as an amused expression takes over his face. “Shall we get to business now?” You snap, which only makes him burst out laughing.

Satoru is walking toward you now and the alarm bells in your head start flashing. “Hey, before that I have a question I’ve been dying to know.” He leans down, planting a hand on the wall next to your head to be level with you. You stiffen, growing uncomfortable. Not with Satoru being this close, but with how much your body seems to enjoy it.

Your brows knit together and a frown tugs your face downward. “What?” You fume, jerking your head to emphasize the word. Satoru observes you, that feeling in his stomach clawing its way up. His gaze falls to your lips for the slightest of seconds.

He swallows, the vexing emotion wanted to be near you, beside you, touching you, in you. How troublesome. The only way for Satoru to get rid of this feeling was to somehow annoy you to the extent you never came around him again. Granted – you didn’t anyway, but this exception had nearly driven him to the edge already. “When you were little, did you ever create an illusion of me? Did you hold his hand? Practice kissing him?” Satoru inquires, feeling full of himself. Your whole face drops. You must be in a different world because he did not just ask you that. A garbled scoff sounds from your throat as you gape at him, utterly dumbfounded.

You try to process what the hell is going on by opening and closing your mouth, raising your hands then dropping them again, and blinking rapidly. “Oh my God,” are the first words that you say. They’re also the next few thousand words you say considering how many times you repeat the phrase.

By this time Satoru has dropped his arm, regarding you with a rueful grin. He’s backed away a few paces and you finally point a finger at him. “You are disgusting. You mean nothing to me. You’re such an annoying,” You’re panting, anger rolling through you in cold and hot waves. “An annoying.”

“What YN? An annoying what?” Your eyes are going to bulge out of your head. He’s smirking again! Smirking!

“An annoying fuckface!” You scream, throwing your hands out in pure frustration. You groan exasperatedly before storming out of his office.

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Had you really called him a fuckface? What did that even mean? Satoru is staring at the ceiling of his city-rise apartment, unbelievably shell-shocked from the events earlier today. He flips over on his side. It hadn’t gone exactly like he planned, although he didn’t put much planning into the whole thing. Tomorrow morning you’d both meet up at Shibuya station to track down the cursed spirit. He should probably apologize for acting like an idiot…he groans and flips back onto his back.

Morning comes like a weight of bricks. You’re both standing awkwardly in the station. The people passing by must sense something because none of them even look your way. Satoru points to the stairs leading to the street level. “Uh, we could always patrol the rooftops…” He’s being so awkward. It was honestly a hit to his ego. Usually, the ladies ate up his tease em’ and leave em’ tactic. As he stares at you a blood-curdling scream echoes from the street above. Dust shakes off of the parts of the station as a loud explosion shakes the ground.

You glance at Satoru and he nods his head, a knowing smile creeping up his face. Finally, some fighting to get his mind off of whatever asshole thing he’d manage to say to you next. As you both reach the street ahead you’re met with chaos. Cars are being flung by a large lizard entity, but it has eyes everywhere on its body. Satoru is about to gauge an attack but you burst out laughing next to him. His footing stutters, eyes widening as he takes in your genuine laugh. It’s… kind of majestic. You hug your stomach, doubling over in laughter as you extend your hand to point at the cursed spirit. “Looks like,” you snort out a giggle, “Looks like you have some competition for having the most eyes.”

Gojo is immediately taken aback by your words. A woman runs screaming past you as you wipe a tear away from your eye. “Now let me show you a thing or two.” You sprint toward where rubble and wreckage cause obstacles. You make light work of climbing atop a sizeable pile of rebar and pavement. “Hey, lizard breath! Over here!” Jumping up and down, you wave your arms in the air. Did Satoru have to do anything? You seem to know what to do.

He watches you with a small chuckle as the monstrosity turns its bulbous eyes toward you. In the blink of its mucusy eyes, your image doubles. Thousands of you spread across the street, then start attacking the main body. Satoru grins, jumping in to join. “Think you could have all the fun without me?!” He yells toward you.

You’re surprised he could easily see which one of you was the real one. Though, you guess that’s what all those eyes were for. You were working off of one another – working with each other. If your clans could see you now. You’re both laughing and fighting like taking a walk in the park. Surprisingly Satoru can’t keep his eyes off you. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to protect you or simply because as you fought alongside him you proved you didn’t need his protection. When you were with him you didn’t rely on him. No, you could handle yourself, which made Satoru crave your attention. He was the strongest…but with you by his side, his strength would finally be supported rather than taken for granted.

It doesn’t take long to deal with the cursed spirit and for once Satoru is glad you’re required to come back as a team to fill out paperwork. That way he could get a little extra time with you. He smirks to himself as you finish up in Shibuya.

He likes the look of you in his office, sitting on the couch in the corner with a small table in front of you. A laptop, a stack of papers, and a cup of tea are all somehow set on top of the small space. Your hair is falling in front of your face as you crouch over to type away the report. He was supposed to be working too, but he’d be damned if he broke his gaze now. “You ever going to stop looking at me and actually fill out some of those files Mr. Gojo?” You hum, still concentrating on the screen in front of you. Of course, you’d figure out he was gawking, it’s not like he was hiding it.

Satoru clears his throat and glances away. “You can call me Satoru,” He pouts. When was the last time Satoru had requested a woman call him by his given name? Out of everyone else’s mouth, it was a simple endearment, but out of yours? That was something else entirely.

You sigh, pausing in your efforts to finish the paperwork before dawn. You roll your lips into your mouth and tap your chin. “I think I much prefer fuckface.” You say, then smile sweetly.

Satoru nods his head, pushing out of his seat. “Yeah? You want to call me fuckface or you want to fuck my face?” He banters. Your body tenses as you watch him sit on the edge of his desk. There's a pressure building in between your thighs that you can’t ignore. Your body feels like there are phantom touches caressing all of the places you yearned for Satoru to touch.

You huff and turn away from him. “Back to this? Where’s your dignity, your charm, your manhood?” You ask. You jerk to the side, shaking your head. “No wait- that’s not exactly what I mean to say please don’t-”

Satoru is already laughing. “My manhood? Damn, you really must be thinking up all sorts of illusions in there, but,” he crosses the room, stopping in front of your table. He pushes the laptop shut with his fingertips. “The real thing is always going to be better darlin’.”

It suddenly seems very hard to swallow, so you let out an awkward laugh before gathering up your things. “Right, sure, I have to go.” You stumble over your words, rushing for the door. If you didn’t get out of this room right now you were sure bad things would happen. By bad things, you meant letting your guard down for a second around a man who was just flirting with you for the hell of it. You were a part of a rival clan, which meant he couldn’t have you. That also meant he wanted you more than the average woman. Of that, you could be certain, but you wouldn’t be some plaything Satoru could throw to the side once he’d had his fun.

Behind you Satoru’s face had fallen, his chest rising and falling quickly as you scurry out of his office. Good, now that the real threat had been dealt with, he had some paperwork to finish. You’d be safer away from him, not wrapped up in his clan dealings and always having to live for others. For once, Satoru wanted to be truthfully selfish – sure he would go out, drink, party, enjoy one or two ladies, but in the end he was left with himself again. Satoru couldn’t save himself and he was scared that the only one powerful enough to pull him out of this desperate cry for help…was you.

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A couple of months pass by without hide or tail of Satoru. Working alongside him was honestly…freeing. You weren’t held back by the possibility of someone weaker getting hurt. You groan, turning your face to the sky above you. It was gratifying being able to let loose with your own powers. Usually that many mimics will render you immobile, but you were able to spring into action right next to them. “Ma’am, a report from the Tokyo campus,” A file is passed in front of you. As you glance through the pages you turn to glance at your boss.

She seems busy chatting away with one of the other sorcerers. You blow out a sigh and tuck the file under your arm. “Call them back and tell them I’ll be there within the hour.” You glance down at your sweats, wincing at the fact you wore such comfortable clothes to work. “Maybe make that 2.” You mutter, a disapproving scowl taking over your face.

You ran home to change into a pair of running shoes, black leggings, and whatever shirt was on top of your dirty laundry. Unlike someone else, you couldn’t teleport, so public transportation was your only way to reach the Tokyo campus area. Walking up the stairs takes a little more effort than you’d like to admit, but when you reach the top you’re met with a shirtless Satoru Gojo and Nanami Kento training. Your jaw practically dislocates from your mouth as you gawk. They were gliding through the air and Nanami somehow had a more excited expression on his face than before. Of course, Satoru notices you first, but that allows Nanami to get a whack in. “Hey! That was foul play.” Satoru hisses, holding his cheek.

Nanami shrugs, bending down to pick a towel off the ground. “Should’ve put your infinity back up.” He then glances at you and smiles. Your heart warms and a cheesy smile appears on your face. “Hey YN,” He waves and for a moment you’re awestruck by how handsome he is. The Lord was kind to these men. So…so very kind. Both of them were muscular, their abdomens shaped into ridges and divots. Biceps, triceps, everything went on in rippling splendor forever. You’d thought Satoru had maintained a scrawny figure, but you were certainly proved wrong and you were so glad you were.

“Hi there Nanami.” You walk over to him, picking up a stray water bottle on your way. You hand it to him but he shakes his head.

“Thank you, but that’s actually his,” he juts his thumb toward Satoru and your face falls. You toss it toward the silver-haired man and he annoyingly catches it with ease.

He glares at you, throwing his towel over his shoulder. “Yeah, thanks YN.” He grumbles. Nanami nods toward the school building.

“If you let me wash up I can take you to Yaga’s office.” He’s back to smiling and honestly, you might have a thing for smiles.

You latch your hands behind your back and giggle to yourself. “That would be really sweet of you Nanami.” Satoru snorts out a laugh on the other side of Nanami. You shoot him a glare.

“Why are you callin’ Nanami by his first name but you don me fuckface?” Satoru shoots toward you, frustration twinging all of his happiness from the earlier training session. Nanami peers between you two, and then his brows shoot up with an airy laugh.

“Oh my God you’re the one that called him fuckface? That’s so fucking funny.” Nanami laughs toward the sky, a soft sound coming from him.

Satoru grumbles to himself, rolling his eyes like a frustrated child. “You are coming with me.” He growls, latching onto your wrist and pulling you toward the school.

You stumble over your footing as he yanks you down the pathway. “S-Satoru w-wait oh my God!” You yell as you finally enter the building. He tosses you into the room you know to be his office. You falter backward, catching yourself on his desk. “What’s going on, what the fuck was that?” You hiss. He stalks toward you, throwing his towel onto the couch with a little more aggression than you’d like.

He closes the distance between you, his nostrils flaring and eye twitching. “Oh so now you call me by name? Oh well, it’s too late for that now princess. You’ve pushed me far enough.” He laughs hotly moving between your legs. He’s massive and his skin is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him through your pants. He towers over you in an overwhelmingly torturously attractive way.

It was hard to understand what was happening with the ringing of your heart covering all rational thought. “What are you saying? I’m not the one that made all those stupid jokes,” You mutter, looking away from him. He hisses, grabbing onto your chin and making your gaze settle back onto him.

He laughs dryly as you blink questioningly at him. “Yeah? You had that stupid crush on me, that’s what caused this.” He spits, but you still can’t decipher what he’s trying to get at.

Your lips part, letting out a small exasperated breath. “Listen, I didn’t mean to crush on you again, just old habits die hard I guess,” You explain, groaning as his grip tightens on your chin. His face looks tormented like some great plague has taken over his body.

He scoffs, tossing your face to the side. You grunt with the impact, narrowing your eyes in annoyance. “Again? Haaa,” He covers his eyes with his hand, groaning softly. “You ran away from me then ignored me YN… how does that scream ‘I have a crush on you?’” The hand that was over his eyes drags down his face. You don’t have an explanation for him because you barely had one for yourself. “You must’ve sent one of your puppets to walk around the streets by my apartment, the campus, but the one thing I can’t figure out is how you got one of them to walk around in my head. I can’t see anyone except you and I’m going crazy.” His eyes are pained and his breath is labored. You finally understand.

“Satoru…” You whisper his name with all the softness in the world, years of loving him building up into an insurmountable emotion. He turns away from you, covering his mouth this time.

“Fuck YN, don’t say my name like that.” He hisses and you swear you can see playboy Satoru Gojo’s ears blaze a red color. “You weren’t even trying earlier, but you made me so jealous. Nanami was flirting with you right in front of me and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it. I wanted to both be Nanami and beat the shit out of him.” He slowly lets his gaze turn to you again. “I think I’m in love with you YN,” His voice is nervous, and his eyes are flittering all over your face, searching for answers.

In love with you? Satoru Gojo was in love with…you? After all the years of your mother telling you to stay away from that boy. You were never supposed to be in this situation, especially not with the head of the Gojo clan. But you know what they say… actually, you didn’t really care about some emotional quote that would relate to this very moment because all you wanted to do – craved to do, was kiss Satoru until the sun set behind the Tori gate.

“Our clans aren’t going to be very happy about this new development.” You chuckle and Satoru rolls his eyes.

“That’s not an answer YN…” Okay, so he wants words. A confirmation? What exactly did you feel? Was it love? Was it something different? You didn’t have to know now, time would solidify whatever love is. All you can do is put a name to what you’re feeling.

You smile, a blossoming feeling thumping in your chest. “Yes Satoru, I love you.” You almost don’t get the words out because Satoru slips a hand into your hair and brings your mouths together in a passionate kiss. He kisses you like he’s been a starved man all his life, like he’s never wanted to kiss someone this badly.

Satoru is obsessed with the way you gasp between kisses and how your eyes squeeze shut. “You can open your eyes, I’m the real thing.” He chuckles and brushes his thumb against your cheek soothingly.

You weren’t afraid Satoru was one of your illusions, but rather how real this was in the first place. When you really want something you shouldn’t the whole world kind of falls away when you get that thing. When Satoru kisses you, it’s only him and that was terrifying for someone who constantly surrounded herself with things. You peek through your lashes at him anyway. “The same thing goes for me, I’m real.” You state lamely.

Satoru blows out a chuckle, grinning mischievously. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that, maybe you should show me.” His eyes darken and the sweltering heat you felt before nearly doubles in size and intensity.

You put your hand over the one he has on your cheek, lowering it until his fingertips brush against the swell of your chest. His brows shoot up and before he has much time to react you move it lower to the apex of your thighs. His breathing falters as he stares, eyes swimming with lust. “Come on Gojo, show me what a rival clan can really do.” The corners of your mouth lift in an enticing smirk.

For all the time he was irritating and downright egotistical, Satoru is a good listener now. He pushes you into the desk, groaning when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “You sure do drive a hard bargain.” His mouth tickles against your neck, kissing a trail down to your shoulder. He pauses, taking in a breath. “Mmm, you smell so good,” He mumbles against your shirt. You flush, embarrassment running hot through your veins. Did he like the smell of your dirty shirt? If you’d known the situation you’d be in right now, you would’ve put more thought into what you were wearing.

He brings himself back up toward your face, planting a deep kiss on your lips. A selfish moan breaks through as Satoru works his lips against yours. “God, you’re so good at that.” You breathe out. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest.

You take in his chest, appreciating the view. This earns a chortle from Satoru. “You know, I’m starting to think you only like me when my shirt is off.” You lean into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your eyes widen when you realize there’s something hard pressing into your thigh. How you didn’t feel it until now is a mystery because that thing is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Satoru grunts, pulling you up and off the ledge of his desk. “Do you feel that? I think I finally understand what the elders were talking about. All I want to do with you right now is ram my cock into you until I have you writhing under me. Then finish fucking my cum into your cervix so you can mother my children. That way, your parents will have to like me and my clan, because you’ll be a Gojo.” He’s being serious right now, setting you down on the couch.

You bite your lip curiously. “Do you plan on wedding me Satoru Gojo?” It’s a loaded question that he didn’t have to answer. It was a sweet moment and there you had to go asking a question like that. You don’t expect Satoru to sink onto one knee, take your hand, and place loving kisses on your knucks.

He meets your gaze, electricity burning between the both of you. “May you wrap my heart around your finger one day and bear my burdens as I will bear yours.” What was even happening? Marriage? Surely this was one big dream, because years ago when you were both kids even imagining this day seemed like a far-off occurrence. This was all so sudden, but in all honesty, when have the two of you ever conformed to conventional standards?

You were certain of one thing, you didn’t want your first time with Satoru Gojo to be on some dusty couch in the corner of his office. “Satoru… do you think we could continue…” You glance down, running your tongue over your lips. “This elsewhere?” His eyes glimmer, his mouth quirking up in a grin.

He stands, still holding your hand. “I just basically proposed to you and all you can think about is getting in my pants. Man, rejection stings.” He tuts, shaking his head. You roll your eyes as you both laugh, a heavyweight finally being lifted. Yeah, this felt right.

All at once you feel nauseated and dizzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, grasping onto Satoru like he was the only thing that could hold you up. “What the fuck was that?” You gasp, blinking your eyes open to find a completely different scene than when you closed them.

Satoru caresses your cheeks, grounding you to him. “Sorry, I promise you’ll get used to it, well… maybe not, but still I’m sorry.”

“Where are we?” You gasp, hands still clutching his arms as you peer around the living room you appear to be in. It feels less than lived in like someone staged the whole apartment – which is what you assumed Satoru had teleported you both into.

He scratches the back of his neck while nervously chuckling. “My apartment,” His gaze falls to you, taking in how perfect you look among his things. “Do you like it?” He asks with such a look in his eyes, similar to a puppy begging for attention.

You peek out the ground to ceiling-level windows, laughing to yourself. “I didn’t know teachers got paid so much.” Satoru grins, nodding toward the windows – or rather the city outside of them.

“Oh you know, I got kind of a side hustle going on.” He shrugs, then turns to you, that mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. “You should see the bedroom.” He offers you his hand, jerking his head to a hallway. “I hear the owner hates it when the bed is made, the least we should do is go mess them up for him.” You take Satoru’s hand and let him lead you into the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Once the door was shut behind you the playful comments were thrown aside – replaced by frantic kisses and undressing. Satoru sits on the foot of the bed, watching you in all your splendor. Your body was that of a dream, your breasts, the slope of your stomach, thighs, fuck everything about you was glorious. Satoru couldn’t remember how to breathe gazing upon you. “Like what you see?” You tease, positioning yourself over his lap.

You brace yourself on his shoulders, settling onto your knees. Satoru blows out a choked noise. “Thank fuck I have so many eyes because I couldn’t imagine not being able to see all of you like this.” His hands are on you, running up your back, molding his long fingers into your squishy tits, and then down your side to dig his nails into your hips. “Are you okay with this?” He inquires, tilting his head.

You smile, but a small part of you wants to line yourself up with his cock and bottom out. “I’m okay with so much more.” You breath. He understands, after all you both want the same thing right now – crave it.

You both wait with bated breath as Satoru lets you guide him into your entrance. With all the teasing and edging closer and closer to this moment, you were far from dry. It was a little embarrassing how slick you were considering there was practically no foreplay. You hiss as his pretty cock sinks deeper into your throbbing cunt. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You can take all of me,” His grip on your hips tightens, helping push you onto him. A strangled moan hisses out of your mouth as you slump onto Satoru’s shoulders. “Feels s’good baby. God, you’re so perfect.” He’s kissing your temple and you’re squeezing his cock with airy moans. After a moment, he bottoms out, a guttural groan rumbling from within him. “You did so good, fuck,”

The air feels thick, heady, and fills with the wet sound of Satoru’s cock inside you. “Go-go ahead and move.” You order with a shaky breath. He starts to move, laying back to better fuck into you. You plant your hands on his abdomen, moaning loudly. His length hits every sensitive spot at once, causing you to tremble on top of him.

Satoru chuckles, then suddenly flips you both over. “Come on YN, I thought you’re one of the strongest sorcerers in Japan, you can handle me fucking you.”

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dellalyra · 1 year ago

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i can't stop thinking about what toru's parents would be like!!! his mother would definitely be the energetic type and his father would be extremely calm, and their freak out about seeing toru getting married or adopting megumi and tsumiki and then coming to akio too!! it fills my heart with love

See I always had it in my head that Satoru’s parents were either dead/not around or his father simply married to create a new Gojo heir and it wasn’t a happy childhood at all. Raised by nanny’s and as a weapon/God rather than a little boy.

However - this got me thinking.

Satoru’s mother is the Gojo, all white hair (not only with age) and pretty blue eyes. A talented sorcerer in her own right, was married by the clan elders to a son of another noble family. She protested and fought against it - going so far as to barricade herself in her room at the estate, slipping out the bedroom window and sliding down the ivy on the walls only to trip at the last minute and be caught by a pair of strong arms.

The young man recognises her immediately.

“You hurt?” He asks, righting her on her feet with gentle hands.

She freezes and stares at him.

All jet black hair with a hint of soft curls and beautiful eyes, ivory skin and a slightly shy look in his eyes. His height towered over her, all lean and slim.

“I’m guessing you’re the one they want to knock me up, then?” She says, hands on her hips and glaring.

“I - um - if you’re Gojo Izumi, then yes, I suppose so.” He flusters.

“That’s me. You are Takahiro, no?” She says, dusting off the light blue skirt she wore.

He just nods, attempting a smile at the stubborn and brash woman before him.

Safe to say, a marriage that started as a contract between two families, ended in a marriage of love.

Izumi was all excitement and enthusiasm, high energy and over the top everything, a powder keg temper and a lust for a good exorcism. Takahiro was her antithesis. Calm, quiet, subdued and relaxed - endlessly gentle and warm without a bone in his body meant for anger or violence. Yet, somehow - they worked. Both 18 when married, Satoru arrived 2 years later. Izumi wasn’t overly maternal - of course she adored her little boy but her favourite way to bond was to train with him, or bring him along on missions. Her pride in birthing the first Limitless and Six Eyes user in hundreds of years contributed to that. Izumi, in Satoru’s eyes, was the fun parent. She did ice cream for dinner and ‘don’t tell your father’ secrets. Izumi, although an only child of the late head of the Gojo clan, was refused the title herself on the grounds of being a woman. So when her father passed (she was delighted, the cranky old bastard) when Satoru was just 3 months old, the title immediately passed to him.

Takahiro was soft, gentle and kind. He read bedtime stories and made cocoa with marshmallows and helped tie his shoelaces and kissed any rare boo-boo that he got. His father’s deep voice would echo in his bedroom, soft lullabies and words of love helping the young boy drift to sleep.

His parents loved each other dearly, too - they were the model from which he learned to love. Completely, and without hesitation.

That’s how Takahiro knew. The first weekend that Satoru came home from Jujutsu Tech, he seemed different. He had wrote to them about the Geto boy, his best friend and the RCT trainee Ieiri, and his third classmate - the future head of the L/N clan, a prominent, exceptionally skilled family shunned by the elders many years ago for their rebellious nature. The look in his face changed when Izumi had asked over dinner what each of his classmates were like, and he got to the girl.

“Taka, she’s a lovely young girl - fiery as the rest of her clan and exceptionally beautiful, her mother assisted me on a mission a few years ago.” Izumi informed her husband of the L/N clan eldest.

Takahiro saw the red on the tips of his son’s ears.

“What’s her name, son?” He asked, cutting a piece of the chef’s specialty chicken.

“Y/N.” Satoru replied, with a dreamy edge to his voice that he had only heard before when his own voice had first called for Izumi.

It was no shock when 2 years later, you came home with Satoru to the Gojo estate for a portion of the break. The Gojo clan was so different to your own, who were fiery, passionate people and were completely family oriented, Christmas was spent in pyjamas by the fireplace with spiced cider flowing and cousins fighting over which film to watch and parents cuddled up on the sofa with their brood between them, and Christmas dinner served with love after being prepared (between food fights) by grandparents and their own grown children. The Gojo Christmas had a professionally decorated tree, and a chef to make a Christmas meal, gifts exchanged neatly and primly.

At least - that was what you expected.

You didn’t expect to pull up in a private car to a beautiful mansion only to have a tall, elegant woman with shining white hair bound down the steps.

“Show me her! Let me see, yes - hello Satoru, move now.” The woman smiled, moving her son, now taller than her to the side to get a better look at you.

“Hello, Gojo-sama. Thank you so much for inviting me.” You say, slightly terrified of the imposing woman (it’s clear she’s where Satoru gets his presence).

“Nonsense, child - Izumi is fine. Look at you, you look so like your mother! What a pretty little thing you are!” She says, excitedly squishing your cheeks and almost vibrating with excitement.

“Izumi, dearest, let the child breathe.” A tall man, about Satoru’s height, slim and pale with wavy inky black hair and soft eyes and smile approaches.

You go to open your mouth to greet him formally.

“No, no - Takahiro is what you’ll call me, little one. You are my little boy’s love, no need for such formalities.” He says, voice deep and soft and smooth as chocolate with a smile that reminds you of warm winter nights.

Satoru begins to walk inside, before a voice stops him.

“Gojo Satoru! Get down here and take your lady’s bag! Gosh, what have we raised?! A feral bear?!” Izumi shrieks.

The evening was spent eating a meal, indeed cooked by the families chef, and sitting drinking mulled wine in a beautiful drawing room. Izumi informed you that your own mother was a year below her in school, although she went to Kyoto where your family were staunchly Tokyo attendees. Izumi and you quickly made close friends, laughing and chatting away and answering every question the fascinated woman could think of. Takahiro, insisted on serving you extra food, saying that you just need the energy to keep up with his son, who quickly refutes that he can’t keep up with you. White Christmas began to play - and Izumi smiled widely, turning to look at her husband who groaned.

“Must we, ‘Zumi?” He whines, so like his son.

“We must.” She nods and drags him by the hand to dance a slow waltz with her.

You look at them, as Izumi smiles widely, perpetual buzz of adrenaline surrounding her - wrapped in the arms of her husband - a soothing balm in comparison.

You whisper to Satoru.

“I love your parents.”

He smirks, shrugging.

“Meh, they’re alright.”

When Suguru left - and the elders were all informed what had happened - Satoru’s phone rang showing his father’s contact.

Both Izumi and Takahiro were on the phone - with all seriousness, Izumi asks if there’s anyone else except you and Satoru there. You say no.

“We know how much Suguru means to you, Satoru - now listen to me, if you can find him - if you can convince him to come back, everything can be dealt with. We can keep you all safe - the elders won’t refuse us anything.” Izumi’s voice is cold and serious - completely embodying the role of the Mother of The Six Eyes.

You both knew he wouldn’t come back. Yet, Satoru felt safer knowing his parents were behind him.

2 years later, a knock sounds out through the apartment while you make yourself and Satoru a coffee.

“I’ll get it!” Shouts Tsumiki.

“Thank you, sweetie! It’s probably just Aunty Koko wanting some lunch.” You reply, living in the staff accommodation definitely served your best friend well.

You heard the door click, and some muffled voices - a man’s deep rumbling, a woman’s and a child’s.

Drying your hands, you walk out of the kitchen to see who was there.

In the doorway, stood Izumi and Takahiro - looking very, very confused.

“Oh, hey parents.” Satoru says, poking his head around the corner from the living room.

“Hello Satoru, hello lovely Y/N. We were in the city and thought we’d pop in to say hello since it’s been several months. Is this little one a niece or nephew?” Izumi asks you.

You blink.

“Huh? Tsumiki? Nah, she’s ours.” Satoru shrugs, as you realise he didn’t tell his parents about the Fushiguro kids.

Takahiro drops his Starbucks.

“I - would you like to come in for tea? It seems we all have some catching up to do.” You smile, rolling your eyes.

After they settle themselves on the sofa, a coffee in each parents hand - Tsumiki sitting beside you and Megumi beside Satoru - Satoru explains the situation.

“They… live with you? You’re starting the process to adopt?!” Izumi shrieks, Takahiro looks like he’s been hit by a truck.

“We’re hoping to, yes.” You nod, smiling, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

There’s silence for a moment, and Tsumiki re enters the room with a tray of cookies.

Izumi looks between both of the children, shellshocked.

Takahiro places his coffee down, and smiles at both of the children.

“Hello, children - what are your names?” He says, calmly and soothing - exuding an aura of calm safety.

“My name is Tsumiki, and this is my younger brother Megumi. I’m 8, and he’s 6.” The little girl smiles.

You could visibly see both the elders melt.

“Well then, Tsumiki and Megumi - I am your Ojiisan, and this is your Obaasan.” Takahiro says, patting them both on the head with his large hands.

Somehow, by bedtime that night - Takahiro had coaxed Megumi into showing him all of his National Geographic magazines, the older man’s calm nature a nice contrast to his adoptive parents chaotic selves. Izumi had also learned every piece of drama and gossip happening in 2nd Grade from Tsumiki, and was truly blown away by the audacity of Kinju saying that Nami’s new pink boots weren’t that cool and subsequently uninviting her to her Monster High birthday party.

3 years later

Izumi’s phone buzzed with a lunch invitation from her son, a rare occurrence outside holidays and planned visits. So she agreed, vaguely concerned something was wrong.

A small French cafe was their destination, full of decadent pastries for both Gojo’s to devour.

“Mother, I’ve asked you here because I need something.” He says.

Now that piqued her interest, Satoru had never wanted or needed for anything.

“Oh? What could it be?” She asks, sipping her tea.

Satoru lifts his sunglasses, looking her in the eyes.

“The ring.”

She almost drops the teacup.

“Satoru?! Are you finally going to ask her to marry you?! Oh, this is so wonderful! Gosh, I’ll go right away - it’s in my jewellery box at home and if you warp us there we can get it immediately and return so you can ask her right away!” She spews, grabbing her coat and purse.

“Mother - I have it all planned, I just need it by Saturday.” He smiles, taking her bag and putting it back down.

“Have you told your father? Tell me the plans! How will you ask her? Should we get the ring resized? My jeweller will do it in time for Saturday. The ring was your great grandmother’s. It’s truly beautiful, very delicate and the sapphire ” Izumi prattles off countless questions, enough to dizzy even Satoru.

The kids relationship with their Gojo grandparents was different to their relationship to your own mother, Ojiisan and Obaasan were people they liked very much and enjoyed being around, and were very spoiled by. Your own mother, their Baba, was someone they saw every week. They had sleepovers with their Baba, or Baba came to stay. Baba would sit them both on her knees and read them stories or teach them to bake. Your mother, despite being younger than Satoru’s parents, immediately became infatuated with the role of doting Baba - every Friday night they would stay with their Baba. Satoru had been greatly loved by his parents, yet as two high ranking sorcerers and both from noble families - his primary caregivers had been nannies throughout the day. Your Mama, had raised you herself with the help of your own grandmother - your family were close knit, and no nanny or external caregivers had been part of your childhood, and so it became the same for the children. Satoru fit perfectly into your family. His chaos matching theirs, his warmth and unconditional love far more suited to a less formal and traditional family as he spent his first Christmas in pyjamas watching Elf alongside you and all of the rest of the L/N clan, he realised that was how he wanted to love, and to live.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #family formations extras #family formations

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byhuenii · 1 year ago

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✩°｡ ⋆⸜ matching halloween costumes w/ jjk men

AN: listen yes i know IM 5 days late to halloween but who gives a fuck! i love me halloween i love me some matching halloween costumes and i love me some jjk men. simple girl with simple needs 🤷‍♀️ Fem!reader BTW

Included: Gojo Geto Nanami Toji Choso !!

Gojo Satoru - Beast Boy and Raven

at first he was totally against the idea of turning his hair green because duh it was what made satoru satoru! but with some little convincing he caved in (YES!)

he knew of beast boy and raven is what he told you but he didn’t he really didn’t have a childhood to which he could watch cartoons, so he had to look up beast boy and robin he even watched some clips of just beast boy and raven. he wanted to fit the role—the more he watched the more he was convinced yeah he is beast boy.

and when the costumes finally came in on time for shoko’s halloween party, he was already in character. instead of calling you princess baby he now calls you mama. you can’t lie it makes you giggle at how dedicated he is. and to be honest he really just wanted to see you in that body suit with tights and a cape. before and during the party he couldn’t keep his hands off you. (he is so beast boy :c)

Geto Suguru - Woody and Bo Peep

at first he was confused like, why would you want to be dolls? why couldn’t you be like mario and princess peach? but no you had to convince him to be woody and bo peep. it took some actual convincing a whole powerpoint presentation.

he knew of those two already since you loved doing toy story, it was your comfort movie. your go to movie. your my personality movie. he still never got the whole appeal of it still. it wasn’t like you two were doing anything it was just going to be a simple chill at home handing candy to kids while satoru and shoko were there being themselves annoying geto. so when he put the costume on the day of halloween he looked himself in the mirror laughing. you who was confused thought he liked it oh so wrong. he thought he looked stupid,

you were already in the living room with satoru and shoko talking. he wanted to walk out without the costume but he knew you had always wanted to match as bo peep and woody—he put it back on and sucked it up. satoru being satoru of course laughing at suguru but he didn’t care suguru did it for you. (he would look so cute as woody with his long hair/man bun DONT @ ME.)

Nanami Kento - Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON NANAMI. that man is such a gentleman he doesn’t care what you guys are for halloween, as long as you’re happy that’s all that mattered to him. he never cared for halloween it was just a silly holiday to dress up, this was serious for you SERIOUS BUSINESS.

the two of you binged watched every single disney princess movie and you came to the conclusion he liked tangled the most. there was just something about the movie he liked it. you immediately ordered everything for the costume so when he finally out it on, it was game over. it was like he was fit perfectly for the role as flynn ryder. he thought he looked good but when you put on the costume you looked amazing to him,

something about the corset and longer hair did something to him, got him giggling kicking his feet! you could say the same. the white open top button with the vest…it was like his normal attire but just more flynn ryder. safe to say he had kiss stains all over his face

Fushiguro Toji - The chef and Remy the rat

Listen you are basically already toji’s sugar mommy cause that boy cannot hold a job and for that why don’t we give him a job on halloween as a one of the many chefs from ratatouille!

you moreover the rat wouldn’t maybe say remy but definitely a cute ass rat! toji was all for it until you put on the ears. he looked at you all weird like you were some human sized rat which you weren’t. you literally had a grey corset white skirt and rat ears. CUTE rat ears. he wouldn’t even kiss you or hug you because he thought he would be seen as a rat lover like what??

you didn’t care you looked cute and took picture cause at the end of the day your goal was just to make you and your greasy boyfriend look cute together, maybe you should’ve done ghost face but who cares you were a cute rat.

Choso Kamo - Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy

it was a last minute costume, both of you weren’t going to do anything but remembered you could just walk around Shibuya! …well itadori invited you two because he knew you two would laze around on the couch watching cheap horror movies on the TV with some popcorn that was probably too stale for you two to eat.

and with last minute costumes calls for last minute shopping and what did you find? some spiderman suits. i mean take what you can get and don’t throw a fit! choso was skeptical cause its just a bodysuit, he would be exposed! but he still bought it, and man that shit formed his body perfectly, his abs were outlined his biceps.

the two of you ended up just throwing on some sweats/cargos over the bodysuit and called it a day. choso had the mask hang out of his front pocket, you just wanted to grab it wrap it around his neck and pull him into infinite kisses. yuuji thought you two looked so cute with the matching costume! if yuuji likes the costume and you like the costume that is all that mattered to choso, he was happy loving every moment he spent with you and yuuji.

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dyaz-stories · 2 months ago

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Welp, since you gave the go sign, when and how did you start shipping Kagome and Gojo? And what inspired you to make your story?

Loool I'm glad to answer that, it's a very funny story to me actually.

Because when I started shipping them, I wasn't even in the JJK fandom. Like I hadn't read the manga and I hadn't seen the anime. I had one friend who was involved in the fandom and who'd talk to me about it, and I think I'd started seeing edits on TikTok. So I knew about Gojo's Vibe™ and I had a pretty clear, if not really defined, idea for the kind of person he was.

And yeah I was just lying in bed scrolling when I started to think about how Kagome is kinda THE character for crossovers and suddenly I had to get up and start pacing because I had the Vision of Kagome/Gojo and I was like oh wow oh wow oh wow. So as you do I looked them up on Tumblr and Ao3 and was delighted to find some stuff, and decided This Is My Ship Now.

(this is one of my favorite posts for the ship it's absolutely excellent)

So it was love at first sight for me, basically. I think there was something about the idea that Kagome could get through all of Gojo's barriers, literally and figuratively, that really spoke to me. Also, the fact that they're so similar in their roles and yet so different? Chef's kiss. Match made in heaven.

As for what inspired me for the alchemy, it's kinda convoluted. It wasn't the fic I'd planned on writing, and I actually had ideas for two other fics, one of which I'd started working on. I can talk about it in more detail elsewhere if you're interested or want a quick rundown, but the problem I ran into was that they required heavy plotting, and I was in the middle of a time-consuming internship without having read JJK at that point, so I couldn't devote my time and energy to that.

I still wanted to write though, so a low-effort, low-plot fic would have been fine. I came up with the idea for the alchemy in a roundabout way though. Shibuya is the focal point of the manga for me, so it came up a lot when I was thinking about fics.

But when I came up with the starting point for the alchemy, I was thinking about writing a Nanami/Kagome one-shot. Basically they're together without knowing of each other's powers, until Shibuya happens and Kagome, worried for her boyfriend, ventures in. Obviously, she saves him (either from Mahito or by busting everyone out of Dagon's domain expansion).

The problem was that after that, she'd, again, obviously, go on to unseal Gojo. And then we ran into an issue, which was that I realized that the moment she met Gojo, it'd be over for her and Nanami.

Now that is just in my mind and everyone is free to feel and write about them however they want lol. But for me, I realized that the instant, mutual fascination between Gojo and Kagome would be so strong and so intense that they would just gravitate towards each other. Kagome wouldn't necessarily realize what was happening right away, but Nanami would. It would just have been sad, and not what I wanted to write.

(I could come up with another Nanami/Kagome story where that wouldn't be an issue mayyyybe but in those circumstances, there just wasn't a way out for them I'm afraid)

(actually it is angst I could get behind, but at that point I didn't want to write it) (no actual cheating involved, but Kagome would fall in love with Gojo while still with Nanami, and he wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it from happening despite knowing it's happening and seeing it unfold) (he'd think he should leave her but wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it and eventually she'd be the one to go) (I think Gojo would never make the first move in those circumstances)

Buuuut the idea of Kagome coming in the Jujutsu world via Shibuya did stick with me. It started out as just a one-shot, ending where chapter one ends basically, and then I got attached, which I should have seen coming tbh, and now here we are lol.

#very long post sorryyyyy #i can't be concise to save my life #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #gojo satoru #gojo #kagome x gojo #gojo x kagome #KagomeGojo #asks #wanderingkyoko

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thatgirlsza · 11 months ago

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Kento Nanami x fem reader

Fluff, couples being couples, failed cooking attempts

Baking is not a skill but a science, as you were always told by many people—chefs, baking gurus, and basically anyone who had access to social media. Never the less, you grabbed your apron, tightening it around your waist, and then slamming the old cook book you'd stored behind all your clothes when you'd first moved in with Kento. He was at work; whether it was the office job or sorcery, it was not important, but what was important was that he came to a pot of food and baked breads and goods made by his one and only.

He had left a few minutes ago, like usual, and you had awoken as soon as his car pulled out of the driveway. Still in your pajamas, you gather the flour, eggs, and ungodly amount of butter you'd successfully hidden from his sharp eyes. You looked at the first recipe, and it was 24 servings of cookies. Easy enough. You measured out each ingredient to the tee, looking at the book each time to make sure you were messing up. Then you shaped them and placed them in the oven before dusting your hands. You smiled contently as the sun began to shine into the lounge area. It was going to be a long day, but Kento deserved it.

In the other end, the grade 1 sorcerer ate his piece of dry toast and the runny, cold egg he had prepared for himself before he left this morning. Sighing, he let the dry, wet, and tasteless blob slather in his mouth and swallowed harshly. He was right. Jujustu's sorcery was sh*t today more than ever because, for a second week, he could say goodbye to the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. He left his gorgeous wife, fast asleep, dreaming of a happy life, and her husband reminded her in bed with her. He didn't even leave you with breakfast, only a sorry excuse for a kiss on the forehead.

Saving people was still something he wanted to do, but the office was swamped, especially after the horrific public act of suicide committed by a terrorist group a week ago. Curses were becoming stronger, running more quickly on the streets, and I was too much for only the high schoolers. So he stepped in to assist, but the calls were getting more and more ridiculous, having to work over time and eating a cold dinner while you were at book club to pass the time. Today seemed as if it would be similar; after reading through all the paper work, he'd come home late. He sighed, and Gojo gave him a somewhat supportive pat on the back.

Back at home, it had long past its show-stopping performance for the day, drowned by the curtains of darkness, and you were something of a mess. After your lovely cookies had started baking, everything had gone south so fast that you should've seen it coming, but your optimistic tendency had held you captive. To sum up the hours that fell upon your modern-styled kitchen, the bread was flat and dense because the yeast would simply not be yeast, the macaroons were one big burnt cookie, and the vodka sauce for the paste caught a light more than it should've and burned the food. So you improvised and made a big, messy pizza you would've made for your old college roommate after forging the topping. It tasted good but was not worth the expensive red wine and love you were going to give Kento.

You hung your head, in defeat, to clean the kitchen, not even noticing the time striking 7 a.m., which is when your "where is Kento panic? would've kicked in." Instead, after cleaning, I went for a long shower and came out wearing your soft blue pajamas that matched his. Just as you settled on the sofa, the door clicked open, and Kento strolled in with some blood on his pretty suit and a bouquet of blue and white roses. "Honey," your sweet voice called, and you let out a defeated "here." You called, and pizza and wine were set up before you as he stepped closer before he came into view, making your eyes widen. His own did the same at the cute assortment before you.

"Mr. Nanami, where have you been? Your hair is a mess, and your covered in blood, and you..." you trailed off, walking up to him and gently caressing him as you noticed the roses. "What's this?" You asked, absently looking at them and who the hued "Yuji found these on his way home today. From a rose-torn curse or something. " He spoke shakenly as you gathered them in your arms, your eyes glinting as you looked at them. "So I picked them just for you." He continued to watch your pretty round eyes dart to him and back to the flowers. "I thank you. Oh, I'm such a bad person; all I made you was messy pizza and cookies." You said you were pouting, feeling a little bad, but he wouldn't have that.

"How about you? I listen to you tell me about your day. If we aren't too tired, we can make something special." He nuzzled your chick sweetly, making your pouty lips smile softly. "Fine, shower first." And so the night went on without a hitch, with you both nestled in each other's arms.

#fem reader #fluff #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #jjk #nanami kento

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blankwashed · 7 months ago

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The drive to your house felt like it took forever, each moment filled with conflicting emotions. His car was filled with a scent you find comforting, the scent of leather and his cologne hugged you like a warm embrace.

Satoru was a gentleman, opening the door for you. There was a part of you that wished for him to help with your seatbelt, even though it was a silly thought.

"Satoru?" you said, turning your head to him. He looked majestic in the moonlight while driving. One hand on the wheel and the other on the screen of his car, trying to pick a song after he has connected his phone with his car through the auxiliary cord.

He looked at you, with both of his white eyebrows raised, as if to ask, "Yes?"

Bashfully, you just shook your head and fiddled with your phone instead.

"Hey, what's wrong? I thought you're fine with talking to me about this?" Satoru's voice was laced with concern as he let go of the auxiliary cord and reached out to hold your hand. His touch was gentle, a silent reassurance that he was there for you, ready to listen and offer support.

You were hesitant, feelings crashing in your heart. But as you felt the warmth of Gojo's hand, a sense of comfort washed over you, easing the knots of tension in you chest.

"It was nothing, really," you chuckled. "Just...thinking of stuff,"

"Thank you for being here for me, Satoru."

"Hey. this is for all the times you took the fall for me in high school. Never want Yaga to know the stuff I did there, hahaha. Always here to help, y/n," he winked and continue to drive.

It felt safe with Satoru. Like he was your lifeboat, out there ready to save you. You also knew that having a crush on him so soon would be preposterous. But isn't life funny? Always playing tricks on you, never letting you know before someone or something is removed or added.

As you arrived home, you felt both relief with a twinge of regret, watching him drive away into the night.

It hit you like a sudden gust of wind, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions you didn't expect.

Ding!

You looked towards your phone. Oh. Satoru messaged you.

Hope you rest well for tonight, y/n. It was nice catching up and your food was *chefs kiss* 😉. Thank you for everything.

Unknowingly, you were blushing. Oh, another message came in.

Hey, I was thinking, I have a friend who is a head chef. Your cooking is amazing, and I think he would love to meet you. Interested?

You shifted your lips to a side. Hmm, maybe he's right. Cooking has always been something that people have always complimented you since you were a child. Naoya never cared for your cooking, always saying that the expensive chefs that he hired were better.

To break free from the curse, your former husband implanted in your brain, you agreed with meeting the chef with Satoru.

Aww thank you Satoru 😘 Sure! I'd love to focus on cooking more now. Text me the time and address, I'll meet you there.

You gripped your phone to your chest, your heart beating rapidly, unsure whether it's because you're meeting an A-class chef or because of Satoru.

"It's better I get some sleep now... I want to look fresh for..." you paused.

Who are you looking fresh for?

"Nononono..." you muttered as you hit your head with your fists.

Not so soon. Please.

Suddenly, you felt the urge to barf. Not you forgetting that a child was growing inside of you and thus, going to the toilet to throw up.

After cleaning yourself up, you felt very tired so you just threw yourself on the bed, already for the end of the day, not caring to remove your makeup or change your clothes.

It was the nerve wrecking day, you found yourself filled with nervous excitement. It was time to meet Satoru's renowned chef friend. You couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation as you wondered what the meeting would be like and what opportunities it might bring.

Satoru arrived at your house, his charming smile putting you at ease as he greeted you at the door. "Ready to meet my friend?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

With a nod, you followed Satoru to a nearby café, heart racing with suspense. As the both of you settled at a table, Satoru's friend arrived, his chef's coat that was adorned with multiple accolades. Satoru beamed with pride as he introduced you, his words filled with genuine admiration for your cooking skills.

The chef's eyes lit up with interest as he listened to Satoru's praise. He asked about your culinary background, inspirations, and favorite dishes to cook.

As you shared stories of your culinary journey, from learning from your parents, cooking for some of your friends during high school and trying new recipes that you see online, you could see Satoru's bright blue eyes becoming...brighter. Like he was drawn in to your explanation of how you became such a good cook.

"I can see that you have an honest interest in becoming a true chef, y/n. But as of course, I can't make decision so soon without trying out one of your dishes. Will you be available this Friday, perhaps?" the chef took out a pen and notepad, ready to schedule you in.

Of course, you were overjoyed. "Anytime is fine with me, chef!" you gleamed and agreed with Friday.

"I have one question, chef.." you ask timidly. Satoru was also keen to know what your question would be with his head tilted to the left.

"Would it be okay for Satoru to join?" you asked, noticing that Satoru was chuckling silently.

The chef agreed to him attending the dinner and since all of you had nothing else to say, the chef bid goodbye and that he can't wait for the dinner you're going to prepare.

Satoru nudged you, making you look at him and raise a brow.

"Thank you. You know I'm already in love with your cooking," he grinned like a fox.

“Whoever you’re going to date is so lucky. Ooh! y/n, have you ever thought of making desserts? Like a dorayaki, castella or Kikufuku?” Satoru fanboys over desserts like the sweet-freak he is while you were chuckling.

“Tell you what, one of these days you can come over to my place and I’ll make a dessert buffet for you okay?”

(NEXT CHAPTER)

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thehighpriestess1 · 2 years ago

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August : 3

Summary: Gojo Satoru was a powerful man but only he knew what he had lost to gain this power.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n, Gojo x utahime

Genre : angst

Warning: yandere themes

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Utahime opened her eyes as the sun rays fell on her face. She found her fiance sleeping soundly by her side and smiled to herself as she turned towards him. He looked beautiful, almost ethereal under the morning light and she fell for him again. She loved weekends, there was no rish to make sure the breakfast was ready, no rush to keep up with her busy fiance, and above all… no empty house. She swiped away the almost silver strands of hair from his forehead and made a mental note to schedule a haircut and pressed a kiss against his forehead.

Like his sixth sense kicked in, Gojo opened his eyes as Utahime brushed hair from his forehead. He could only see the dark silhouette of the woman in front of the sunlight. Still under the wraps of hangover and fatigue, he smiled to himself, imagining the woman to be the one he desires. He was content in his hallucinations. But every dream came to an end and his’ was broken as soon as he heard her voice. “Good Morning Satoru”. Three sweet words laced with love left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was awake…more than awake now. “Utahime..”. That’s all he said as he got up and sat on his side of the bed with his back facing her. “I need to get ready for the office. What time is it?”.

“Satoru it’s saturday”. She crawled across the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her cheeks to his warm back. She could feel him sigh and tense up, “What happened?”.

“Nothing”. He said as he got up and made his way towards the bathroom, locking the door once inside. He never had to lock the doors but something about being with Utahime made him want to put as many barriers between them as possible. He leaned over the sink and thought about the previous night…thought about you..your smile…your scent..your warmth..you and …you and Hiro. He looked up at his reflection, even he could see the anger in his eyes as he gripped the edge of the sink when he thought about you and Hiro.

Utahime heard the bathroom door locked and felt an ache spread through her body. She knew she would never invade his space but the thought that he felt to lock the door hurt her. Brushing aside the disappointing morning she made her way towards the kitchen and gave instructions to the chef for breakfast. Today was her day with Satoru and she was going to make sure he sees that she is more than a spoiled girl.

Gojo walked down the stairs with a towel around his shoulder to catch the droplets falling from his hair. “Get me a first aid kit”. Utahime turned around on hearing his voice and her eyes widened at his hand. He was holding his hand wrapped in another white towel with red dots scattered over it. “Satoru!”. She yelled and ran towards him, the maid and the head of house staff jerry followed her. “Jerry, get me the kit. It’s just a cut”. Utahime tried holding his hand but he withdrew from her, his attention on Jerry who was kneeling in front of him picking out the ointment from the red box. “Sir, should I call a doctor?”. The middle aged man asked when Gojo winced lightly as Jerry cleaned his wound.

“No, I am fine”.

"Toru! You should get it checked!". Utahime said with her hands over her mouth.

"Utahime! I said I am fine!".

“Satoru..how did it happen?”. Utahime asked, sitting next to him. “The mirror broke, call someone and get it fixed”. Utahime would have been hurt by his cold response had she been paying attention to him, her focus was on the slant cut spreading across his palm. “I’ll go and get ready..”. She responded and turned towards the bedroom. “Ma’am be careful, there might be glass on the floor”. A maid said and Utahime looked at her fiance. She was half expecting Gojo to stop her but he didn’t. Perhaps he was in pain and didn’t pay attention to her. Utahime walked over to the bathroom and saw pieces of glass in the sink and a broken mirror. She gulped thinking what could have happened…

“Did you not like the waffles?”Utahime asked, looking at the untouched plate in front of Satoru, sitting opposite to her with phone in one hand and his cup of coffee in another. “Did you make it?”. He asked, corking an eyebrow at her.

“No”.

“Then why do you care?”. He said as he focused his attention back to his phone. His words hurt her and made her wonder whether she should have cooked him breakfast, was that what he wanted? She mentally cursed at herself for her silliness.

“I have ..movie tickets for the afternoon show. We can watch that and maybe go to the arcade …. like old times?”. Old time, times when they were just friends.

“I’m busy today”. It was the same response she had heard for 10 consecutive weekends. But this time she was not going to give up that easily. “Come on Satoru! It is the new part of that horror movie franchise you love so much!”. Gojo stopped typing and looked at her. He hated that movie but you didn’t. The only reason he watched it was you. Maybe… you’d show up too. There was one in a hundred chances of you showing up to the movie but he was willing to take it. “Fine”.

“Thanks! The show is at 11:00 AM so we better get ready!”.

-X-

“I swear I had kept it here last night!”. You were frustrated this morning as you couldn’t find your moon necklace which you swore you saw last night.

“Maybe the ghost took it”. Hiro shrugged as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Hilarious. I can’t believe I lost it!”. You said as you aggressively tied your hair up in a ponytail. While the past few days were filled with storms, this day was filled with sunshine and felt like it was 1000 degrees outside. “Come on y/n! We’ll be late for the movies!”. You sighed as you finally gave up.

You were woken up today by Hiro banging on the door with two movie tickets in his hand. Though it was your favorite movie franchise, you didn’t want to leave the house today. But when Hiro pulled his I am your best friend and I am taking you out to have a good time card, you had to agree. Hiro knew how tough the past week had been for you and he was not going to let you sit in your house and mope around all day. So here you were, making waffles for breakfast as Hiro, who was sitting cross legged on the two seater dining table in the corner of your kitchen, went on and on about the new guy he was seeing.

“So…are we going to talk about last night?”. Hiro looked up at you as you sat opposite him.

“What about last night?”. You said, as you frowned and poured syrup over your waffles.

“Mr.Gojo Satoru coming to drop you off in the middle of the night..Did you guys..you know..do it?”.

“Hiro…it’s not that”. You explained to him what happened at the pier and he could only listen with his mouth agape. “Man! He is your knight in shining armour!”. Hiro said when you were finally done with the story.

“Yeah right. A knight who is making me work for his wife!”’. You said, aggressively cutting into your waffles and offering him a sarcastic smile. Hiro looked at your minor aggression and chuckled. “First of all, His fiance. Secondly… You don’t know what really happened. I am not defending that asshole but I think you’re being too harsh in your judgement”.

“Look, I don’t care about what happened but I refuse to believe that being the CEO he had no voice in the decision, or maybe he is so madly in love with her that he has lost all consideration for others’ feelings”. Saying the last part hurt you but it had to be said. Hiro saw the tears lining your lash line and decided that it was enough about Gojo.

“Fine..Anyway! You have to help me pick out a few shirts, I haven’t been shopping in forever”.

“What time is our movie though?”.

“Umm..11:00 AM”. Your eyes widened at him, you glanced at the clock and shook your head. “Hiro! We need to rush if we have to shop before the movie!”.

“It’s too hot today”. Hiro said, fanning his face with his hands.

“Yeah..now I kind of miss the storm”. You said, as both of you walked inside the mall and smiled satisfactorily as you felt the cold air envelop you. “We have around an hour, we can shop for you and make it to the movie”.

You walked around the shop as Hiro tried to find the shirts to his liking. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled, you didn’t look as bad as you did a few days ago. Your short blue and white summer dress hugged your waist perfectly, your loose curls that escaped the ponytail look natural and framed your face perfectly. You smiled and thanked the gods for the good hair day.

“Okay! I found three shirts and I just need to try them and then we are done”. Hiro said as he dragged you towards the dressing room where you sat on the designated boyfriend/husband couch. As if on habit your hand kept reaching towards the neck and you tried your best to think where you could have dropped the necklace. But like all thoughts, it led you to Gojo. You wondered whether he told Utahime about meeting you. Was that even a meeting or an accident, how did he tell it to her?

“How do I look?”. You were broken out of your trance as Hiro stepped out of the changing room. “It looks good”. You said the same thing for the other two and Hiro was convinced you were slipping into your thoughts. He paid for the clothes and both of you made your way to the theatre on the topmost floor of the mall.

-X-

Utahime sat next to Satoru in her floral white dress and her hair tied by a red ribbon. She had spent over half an hour getting ready but Gojo sat silently next to her in the back of their BMW. “How do I look?”. She asked fidgeting with her ring.

“Okay”.

She gulped looking over at him, wondering if he was still mad about her joining the group. “Do you like horror movies?”.

“Kind of”. Gojo said, barely looking up from his phone.

“I get scared easily so… I don’t generally watch horror movies”.

Gojo sighed and locked his phone, keeping it in his pocket.“Then you shouldn’t have booked the tickets”.

“It’s okay, I know you like them so I guess I can learn to like them”. She retreated into her seat when she didn’t get a response from him. “You didn’t even eat your breakfast.. we can have lunch at Pierre’s after the movie”. She spoke again after a few minutes as the silence was unbearable for her.

“Whatever you want”. In another life this would have been romantic but Iori knew the underlying meaning and it ate her up.

“We are here Sir”. The driver announced as he stopped the car in front of the mall. Gojo got out and walked towards the mall with his hands in his pocket and Utahime jogged to catch up to him. He was turning heads in his black skinny jeans and light blue linen shirt as his tall and muscular frame made way through the crowd. Utahime was used to being the centre of attention but with Gojo she knew it could never be the case, so she stuck by his side and snaked her arm around his’ to let everyone know that he was hers’.

Gojo looked around the crowd looking for the only reason he agreed to see this movie. “Satoru, let’s go in. The movie is about to start”. Gojo nodded and followed her inside the dark theatre. “Ours is G12 and G13”. Utahime said as she led the way. They walked in front of the people and Utahime sat first and motioned Gojo to take the next seat. He sighed and sat down running his hand through his hair. He kept his arm on the armrest but it fell on top of another arm.

“I’m sorry”. Both him and the woman next to him spoke at the same time, turning towards each other. Gojo looked at her and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest.

“Y/n are you okay?", Hiro interjected from the other seat. Utahime was too leaning over upin hearing your name. The four of you didn't speak at all. You and Gojo could only stare at each other in utter disbelief and for a second you could have sworn you felt his hand on yours.

"Y/n". You were brought back to earth by Utahime's voice. "Hi..I …um … I'm….here with …". You were still in shock as you pointed your thumb towards Hiro who waved at Utahime. "I'm Hiro, Nice to meet you". Gojo was brought back by Hiro's voice, irritation rising inside him as he saw the man once again. Were you on a date? You brought Hiro to watch the movie you watched with him? Was he that special to you now?

"What a surprise, right y/n?". Utahime spoke, now looking at you with a plastic smile. "Yeah..it is".

"Are you two on a date?".

You looked at Hiro with your mouth open. Your brain had stopped working and this was the time you needed your friend to rescue you. "Yes we are!". Hiro spoke cheerfully, looking at Gojo instead of his fiance. Gojo gulped and straightened in his seat. Luckily for you the movie started just in time.

"Are we on a date?". You whispered, leaning towards Hiro. Gojo looked at you from the corner of his eyes and tried his best to hide the school forming on his face.

"Well, if that asshole can make you work for his fiance then I can at least try to make him jealous and moreover if Utahime thinks you have a boyfriend then she wouldn't be a bitch to you". Hiro whispered back. You nodded and didn't pay much attention to it, though you doubted if Gojo would get jealous, afterall he had everything he wanted in this life.

Utahime wasn't doing any better, she should be focused on the movie so she could eventually talk about it with Gojo but all she could do was curse herself. Did Gojo tell you that he was going to the movies? It can't be a coincidence! So you purposely bought those seats so you could sit next to him! . She scoffed unknowingly, making Gojo turn his head towards her. "You okay?". She looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah". She wrapped her arm around his biceps and rested her head on his shoulder. But no sooner than she got comfortable, Gojo shifted, making her sit upright again.

You were engrossed in the movie, the director had really maintained the continuity. Unlike you, Hiro was scared to his bones, he was never into the suspense Gore and this particular scene had him clasping at your hand. You turned your head towards him and chuckled. "You alright there?".

"Let it never be said that Hiro never did anything for you y/n l/n". You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing and rubbed his hand to calm him down, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the white haired male.

Even though you tried hard to ignore Gojo's presence, it was getting difficult by every second to focus on the movie. The accidental brush of his hand, the gentle nudge of his knee every time he shifted, how beautiful his eyes looked illuminated by the screen. It was all getting too much and soon you found yourself rushing towards the restroom to calm yourself down.

You splashed water on your face and stared at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks were tinted pink and your chest was heaving. It's okay. Just an hour more. That's all. He is here with his fiance. I can do this. It is all a big unfortunate coincidence!

You walked out the restroom and found the reason for your misery leaning against the wall opposite to the door. "Utahime isn't in there". You said, frozen in your place.

"I know". He took a step towards you with his hands in his pocket

"Men's restroom is the other way". You said, trying to ignore his feral gaze.

"I know". He took another step towards you.

"What happened to your hand?". You asked, looking at the bandaged hand. Gojo smiled at your kindness, "I cut it with glass". He said, standing in front of you. You didn't want to talk to him particularly but something about being able to talk freely here was better than sitting awkwardly inside.

"Did it hurt a lot? It would be better if you get it checked, it can cause an infection".

"I'll get it checked today. It's funny isn't it?"

You looked up at him, confused. "What's funny?".

"Two years ago we made a plan to watch the next part together and even if we didn't plan it ..we are here". Gojo smiled fondly looking at you, making you realise that your relationship was nothing but a fond memory to him.

"Ya". You bit your lip and looked at the ground.

"You .. you look good".Gojo said, looking at you, it was true in every sense. The moment he saw you next to him he couldn't take his eyes off of you. The dress hugged your figure perfectly and made him want to do unspeakable things to you. He wanted to tuck the strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your face, he wanted to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and take in your scent, he wanted to play with your earrings to annoy you ..but he couldn't .

You didn't know why was here, why was he talking to you? But you were not going to fall for his charms any more than you already had.

"I should get going, Hiro must be waiting". You were about to walk towards the theatre when he pulled you by your arm and pushed you back into the restroom, locking the door behind him.

"What are you doing?". You spoke as your back collided with the tiled wall.

"Are you dating him?". He leaned down to face you as he caged you between himself and the wall, His demeanor completely different from what it was moments ago. You couldn't move as his hands resting against the wall barricaded you.

"That's none of your business".

"Y/n…. We can talk as … friends …". His words didn't mean anything as the way his eyes drifted to your lips told you otherwise.

"We aren't friends. Friends don't… don't do this". You let out a shaky breath and tried to reason with him.

"Are …you …dating …him?. I'm asking for the last time". Having known Gojo Satoru for over four years you knew better than to deny him what he wants when he's angry.

"Y-yes. Yes I am". Gojo straightened up and leaned down, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. He was merely inches away from your lips, his eyes focused on your tinted lips but then his gaze shifted to your eyes and you felt your knees go weak. You could see the dark blue specks against the blue, his eyes darkened as he leaned in even closer.

"Are you happy with him?". His hot breath tingled your mouth and you pressed an arm on his chest to stop him from doing what he was about to.

"Goj-"

"That's not my name!". His voice echoed through the restroom making you flinch in your place.

"Sa … Satoru. I.. I need to go".

"Are you happy with him?". His brows pinched together as he tried his best to contain the searing pain inside his chest.

"Are you happy with her?". The question took Gojo aback. He didn't know how to answer it. "This isn't about… me and her".

"Why is it about me then? Why are you here?".

"Y/n… I don't -".

"I am. I am happy with him. He makes me feel loved. He cares about me and I know that he's always going to be there for me. I am …. Very very much happy with Hiro". It was a lie. A brutal lie. But you knew he made a choice and now he was going to have to live with it. You knew he was in love with her and his actions… they meant nothing to you when compared to what he had put you through.

Gojo backed up, looking into your eyes, hoping to find any hint which could convince him that it was a lie, but he didn't. So he walked out of the restroom, slamming the door behind him and you fell to your knees trying to catch your breath.

You didn't have the heart to go back in, so you sat outside on the couch with your head in your hand. "y/n are you okay?!". You looked up to see Hiro kneeling in front of you. He had your bag in one hand and a bottle of water in another. When you shook your head he draped his jacket over your frame and pulled you into a hug. "What happened?".

"I just… Can we leave? Please? I'm sorry…I … ruined your day". Your voice broke and Hiro cupped your face, tilting it upwards to get a look at you. "It's alright. You don't have to apologise for anything. Let's get some lunch and then we can leave okay?". Hiro said, stretching out his hand to you. You nodded and took his hand in yours.

"Where were you?". Utahime asked, trying not to sound hurt. She didn't expect to spend more than half of her date alone but she wasn't going to upset Gojo anymore than she already had. Gojo ignored her question and nudged Hiro, "You should go check on her". Hiro frowned at him but got the hint and left the couple alone.

"Satoru, What happened?". Utahime asked again, trying to understand what was happening. She saw how his jaw clenched and the way his gaze fixed on a random spot in space. She knew Gojo was not with her, he was in his head, somewhere far away, somewhere dark.

Gojo Satoru wasn't the kindest man in the country, he had his virtues and vices. Right now, as he sat across from his fiance who was going on about the movie, he was busy texting his secretary.

Gojo: In which department does Hiro work?

Miwa: He works in accounts.

Gojo: Is that position in Kyoto available?

Miwa: Yes sir. The position requires a senior manager.

Gojo: I have a recommendation ..

"Is that y/n and Hiro?!". Utahime said, squinting at someone. Gojo turned and saw you and Hiro being led by a waitress. "They'll sit with us". Utahime declared, raising her hand to get the waitress' attention. You froze in your step and clenched Hiro's hand, you didn't expect them to be here. This wasn't some fancy restaurant where people like Gojo go, so what were they doing here?

You and Hiro walked over to the table and greeted the couple once more. "It's alright, I..we don't want to disturb you guys". You said, trying to sound polite.

"Absolutely not! You must sit with me! Satoru is being a bore anyway!". Utahime held your hand and nudged it to make you sit next to her. Hiro smiled and took his seat next to Gojo. You don't pray all that much but in that moment you prayed for the earth to swallow you whole.

"Why did you guys leave the movie early?". Utahime asked, starting the conversation.

"Well… y/n was feeling claustrophobic so we went to the arcade instead".

"Ooh. Are you fine now?". She turned towards you with feigned concern. "Yeah I'm alright now".

"What a coincidence, both of us are wearing white today". She said, as she eyed you down.

"Yeah. You look lovely though". You said sheepishly.

"Thank you. Mine is Dior, what about yours?". You pressed your lips into a smile and said, "Mine is thrifted so I have no idea. The tag was cut off". Utahime opened her mouth to say something but then looked at you like she felt sorry for you. "Y/n, you look beautiful too". Utahime turned towards Gojo and her smile dropped. The compliment that she had been yearning for since morning was wasted on you.

"I see you guys went shopping too". She said, corking an eyebrow towards the paper bags.

"Yeah. We had to buy some clothes for .. both of us". You said, not noticing the way Gojo was glaring at you. You looked at Hiro sitting in front of you and wiggled your eyebrows and he could only smile in sympathy.

"How romantic". Gojo spoke for the second time since you guys sat at the table. "I never took y/n to be such a romantic". He continued, sipping his wine.

Hiro didn't want to poke his nose in your business, but you were his friend and he was going to do his best to stand up for you. "Y/n is a romantic. Just this morning she made the most amazing waffles". He reached for your hand and held it, squeezing it gently, letting you know that he had your back. "I mean, that's all a man could ask for after a …. How do I say it…. A rough night".

You bit your lip trying to hold your laughter. It was surprising how Hiro could flirt better than any straight man. "Yeah". You said pressing your lips together, your cheeks turned pink when Hiro winked at you, not because your heart was fluttering by his tactics, but because of how hard you tried not to burst into laughter.

"It must have been a rough night. Right y/n?". Gojo interjected, you knew what he meant, Hiro knew what he meant, Utahime knew what he meant. "I liked the morning more" you said, smirking at your friend. You didn't realise but Utahime relaxed in her seat as she saw you and Hiro. Though she wished she could have the same bond with the man in front of her.

"Wow, you guys are an active couple". Utahime said, sipping her wine. Hiro chuckled and shook his head lightly. "I guess you can say that Mrs.Gojo". Suddenly a silence settled over the table. You and Gojo stiffened in your seats while Utahime smiled thankfully at Hiro. Her claim was made, You had to acknowledge her as Mrs.Gojo now.

Even though it hurt you to accept the fact that you would have to call her that eventually, the events of the morning didn't leave your mind. If Gojo could demand to know the status of your relationship then surely you could assume his'. So you decided to rip the bandaid off and call her as what she was going to be. "How was the movie, Mrs.Go-".

"Y/n!". You were interrupted by Gojo whose eyes warned you… dared you to finish the sentence. Gojo realised that his little tantrum didn't go unnoticed so he continued with his saccharine eyes fixed on yours. "How about we order now?".

Utahime gulped and quickly picked up the menu to hide her scowl. "I've heard they have good pizzas here". She said, clearing her throat.

"I can't wait to work with you y/n". Utahime said, biting into her Pizza. She wasn't the one to come to cafes like this but she wanted to show Gojo that she could be like you.

"Yeah me too". You smiled awkwardly at her.

"I hope Hiro doesn't mind that I am taking his lovely girlfriend away from him". She winked at Hiro who smiled widely at her. "I was a bit sad when y/n told me but I guess I got enough of her at home" he said, making Utahime and you laugh.

"Can you ever get enough of her?". Gojo asked, smirking at you and then shifting his gaze at Hiro who visibly stiffened. "I guess not but I don't have a choice". You wanted to reprimand Gojo for pulling these tactics. You were confused by his behaviour, shouldn't he be happy that you found someone too? Or was he so self absorbed that he couldn't bear to see you happy? .

"Well then you better put a ring on it". Utahime said, smiling at you. Hiro nodded and winked at you. "I better. Should I put a ring on you y/n?". Hiro asked, making you almost choke on water. "Do it as soon as possible". You retaliated, keeping the flirtatious banter going. "I guess I just need to find the right way then. Any suggestions?". Hiro said, looking at Utahime.

"Well. Every girl wants her proposal to be special so you just need to find what she likes". She said the last part glancing at Gojo.

"What does my y/n like?". Gojo drew in a sharp breath hearing another man refer to you as my y/n. He clenched his injured first and a wave of pain rippled through his arm. "She likes beaches, well sunset at beaches and … stargazing". Hiro chuckled, "You're right Mr.Gojo. I better start planning a beach wedding".

Wedding, Gojo looked at Hiro through the corner of his eyes. How dare someone like him even imagine being married to you? He didn't deserve you.

Utahime gave a pressed smile. She looked at you and wondered whether you were nervous. Did she make you nervous? She averted her gaze to your alleged boyfriend and wondered whether he knew that you were with Gojo last night. She didn't want to jump to conclusions but in her mind a woman and a man can only be together that late for a reason. She was jealous of you for having two men wrapped around your fingers, you had a boyfriend and yet …and yet you wanted to wreck her home.

"So Hiro …. Did you like the movie?". She asked, smiling to herself as she laid her trap.

"Yes. It was alright but horror movies are not my favorite".

"My favourite part was when .. the cheating girlfriend gets caught by her boyfriend". She added a chuckle at the end to hide the intent but it was clear to everyone. Your fork didn't reach your mouth and ended back on the plate as you looked at Hiro. If looks could kill them Utahime would have turned into ashes by Gojo's glare.

"Ahhh yeah. I guess it was alright". Hiro added nervously.

"What would you do if you found out that y/n was cheating on you?".

"Iori!". Gojo spoke, warning her. She clenched her jaw upon hearing her name. Gojo rarely used it and it shows that she was getting on his last nerve.

"It's alright Mr.Gojo". Hiro said, trying to rescue the mood. "Mrs.Gojo, I know for a fact that Y/n would never cheat on me. If anything…. She is a one man woman and….expects her partner to be one woman man".

Gojo tensed wondering how much had you told Hiro. Knowing you he knew you would always be honest with your partner but how close were you to him that you told him everything?

-X-

You sat quietly next to Hiro on the bus, gazing out of the window as the sun settled over the city. "Y/n, don't think much about it".

"I'm sorry". You shook your head and hid your face in your hand, trying to control the tears. "Why? It's not your fault. To be honest they deserve each other!". You sniffled and looked up and Hiro immediately held your hand. "I'm sorry you had to get involved Hiro. I … I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry".

"Don't be stupid. You're my friend and you have done a lot for me too. When that homophobic landlord refused to rent me the place because he suspected I was gay, you pretended to be my girlfriend …I just returned the favour. It was my idea anyway so don't be sorry".

You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, thanking the gods for a friend like him. "Good job being the best fake boyfriend"..

-X-

"I'm glad you finally got that cut checked out. Looks like you have started listening to me, toru". Utahime smiled as she kept her bag on the table. Gojo remained silent and walked straight to the bedroom.

"Did you have to do that?!". Gojo yelled at her as soon as they were alone in their shared bedroom. "What do you mean?". Utahime asked as she focused on removing her jewellery, she looked up and saw Gojo glaring at her through the mirror. "You very well know what I mean!". His tone made her flinch causing the bracelet to fall on the ground. "I just invited them to have lunch with us. Does that make me a bad person?". She asked, as she crouched down and picked up her Cartier bracelet.

"You insulted her! You invited them and you insulted her! Do you have any sympathy? Is all this not enough for you?! Do you need to ruin everyone's life or is ruining mine not enough?!". Gojo couldn't bear to look at her. Being married to her would have been easier had she been half a woman you were.

Her lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. She clutched the bracelet in her hand and threw it at his chest. "If I'm so terrible then why the fuck did you agree to marry me?!". She stepped forward and hit his chest with her fist. "Why?! Why did you cheat on me! Why?!".

Gojo held her wrist and looked down at her. "I cheated on you?". Utahime sobbed and stepped away from him trying to wiggle out of his grip. "Yes! I know…. I know you were with her last night".

Gojo let her arm fall between them and took a deep breath. "How?". Utahime gulped, her heart aching at his acceptance. Did he not care to at least deny?

"I saw her necklace while I was looking for your phone.."

"That doesn't mean I cheated on you!".

"Then what were you doing with her?! Tell me! How can you expect me to be fine with my husband being out with another woman!". Gojo took a deep breath. This was the worst fight they have ever gotten into. He knew the risks involved. He knew what could happen if Utahime decides to ruin you but unlike Utahime he was playing the long game.

"I am not your husband. I told you before the engagement that I would never love you, you knew what you were getting into and I didn't cheat on you. I coincidentally met y/n at the pier and a drunkard was trying to harass her and I dropped her home, her boyf..Hiro was there to pick her up near her apartment". Gojo spoke through gritted teeth.

Utahime looked into his eyes and knew that she messed up. He was telling the truth. "I… I don't know. I just assumed that you and y/n-"..

"There is no me and y/n". If Utahime hadn't been looking at the carpeted floor she would have seen the tears in his eyes. If she wasn't so focused on her pride, she would have heard the pain in his voice.

"I am engaged to you, I agreed to live with you, you went behind my back and still I made y/n work for you .. I agreed to go out with you today and you…you ruined it". Gojo turned on his heel but Utahime grabbed his arm. "Satoru please! I'm sorry. I'm sorry…please don't leave. I…I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'm sorry".

"Iori, let me go".

"No no no no. Please. I'm really sorry. Satoru please!". She was sobbing into his arm but he didn't care. He couldn't forgive her for what she did to you. He could never forget the look on your face as she taunted you. "Please Satoru!". Gojo shrugged his arm, making her lose her balance for a second.

"Go to bed". He said as he walked out the bedroom.

Utahime collapsed on the floor. She wanted to scream and scream until her voice was heard across the city. She couldn't believe that she doubted Satoru, that she doubted her Satoru. He was right, he did so much for her and she doubted him.. she was going to make it up to him. She was going to prove that she was better than this.

-X-

Gojo lay on your lap as you say with your back against the tree. His eyes were closed and he felt your fingers running through his hair. You read out a poem from the book you were reading but he could only focus on how sweet your voice was. But then you stopped reading to him. Gojo opened his eyes and it was no longer a sunny day, the dark clouds surrounded the park. He got up and looked at you. You were no longer smiling, your face had turned pale and tears rolled your cheeks. "Was my love not enough for you?".

Gojo sighed as he opened his eyes. Same dream. Same heartache. Same ceiling. He wiped his eyes with his thumb and index finger and got up from the leather couch. He walked over to his desk and turned on his laptop. Few more weeks and then he'd be free. He opened the restricted chat server and texted the only man he could trust in this country.

Gojo: Any update?

Geto: Wow! A man can expect a hi at 2 am.

Gojo : Hi geto. Any update?

Geto : She moved because the rent of her previous apartment increased. Lives alone now but goes to work with a guy.

Gojo: anything else?

Geto: did she ever tell you about any loan?

Gojo: what kind of loan?

Geto: some relative of hers took a loan on her behalf and then passed away so she has to pay it back

Gojo: how much?

Geto: 350k

Gojo: was it a loan shark?

Geto: yeah. Heard from some of my men that these goons even showed up at her apartment and that's why the landlord increased the rent to force her out

Gojo: find out who they were

He locked the laptop and went back to the bedroom. Utahime looked asleep and as much as he wished he couldn't sleep in the guest bedroom. So he lied down next to her, keeping as much distance as he could.

Gojo had forgotten what a good night's sleep was. He would either lie awake till the early hours of the morning or would be woken up by recurring dreams. Tonight, he closed his eyes and thought about how beautiful you looked. He could almost smell you in his memories. Was he dreaming again or were you caressing his cheeks, he could feel your thumb swiping across his lips, he could feel your breath on his face, he could feel your skin under his thumb as his cupped your cheek, he could feel your lips on him and involuntarily he moved his lips in sync with yours, but something was off… it didn't feel like you, he kept saying to himself that he had to wake up but his body felt paralysed. No, he can't kiss anyone else! He can't cheat on you! He kept repeating the same words trying to wake himself up.

After what seemed like an hour but was merely seconds, his eyes shot open. He could see a woman … but it wasn't you. Almost voluntarily he pushed the woman off of him. "Satoru!". Utahime yelped as her back collided with the mattress. "What were you doing?!". He yelled and sat up in his place. "I… I just wanted to make it up to you". Utahime said, getting up and resting her arm on his shoulder. But gojo shrugged her arm off. "Don't you ever do that again!".

"Why can't I Kiss my fiance?". Gojo wanted to laugh in her face. "I am tired. I need to sleep". Gojo said and rolled over facing his back to her. He felt guilty, he felt like he needed to tell you that he kissed someone else.

As Gojo closed his eyes again, he prayed and prayed to whatever god that was listening that when he wakes up, he wakes up next to you.

-X-

"What is this?" , You Asked looking at the paper in front of you. Your eyes drifted from the paper to Gojo, who was standing near his bed, refusing to meet your eyes.

"It's a non-disclosure agreement". He said , looking to the side.

"I don't understand. For what?". You picked up the paper and read through it. "You don't want ... You don't want me to tell anyone about our relationship". Your breath hitched thinking about losing him. "Why?". You asked, looking at Gojo.

"Y/n, it must be done. With everything going on with Utahime... It has to be done". Your brows tensed as you swallowed the lump in your throat. "So it's true then?". You asked grabbing the pen.

"y/n please. Nothing is fixed now. This is just a precaution". Gojo failed to understand why you were making a big deal out of it. You of all the people should understand what he was going through after all you were as ambitious as he was.

You stood up with the signed paper in your hand and shoved it in his chest. Gojo walked towards his desk and pulled out a thick brown envelope and offered it to you. "What is this?". You asked, staring at the envelope. "The agreement says that you'd be compensated if you agree to the terms". Your world came to a halt as Gojo uttered those words. You looked at him teary eyed and let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe this... You think...I want..." Your voice hitched as you pointed at the envelope. "That...you think I want your money? If this is just a precaution then why...why? And what is the compensation for? For our time together? ".

"Please take it. It's.. I know you need it y/n. It's just ....just take it". Gojo didn't know how to convey what he was really feeling. He wanted to help you and in his deranged mind this was the best way possible.

You stared at the envelope and chuckled. "Consider that, your engagement gift Gojo". You said and walked out of the bedroom. It dawned on Gojo what he had done and he snapped out of his world of money.

"Y/n wait! Where are you going?!". Gojo followed you from his bedroom to the living room.

"I'm leaving!". You declared as you grabbed your bag from the couch.

"Love, listen to me!". Gojo tried holding your arm but you pulled it away. "Why?! It's going to be the same excuse! I am tired of these excuses, Satoru! I am sick of hearing about you and her! I am sick of being your secret!". Tears rolled down your cheeks as you turned to face the man. Gojo cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I am taking care of it. I promise. Just … please trust me y/n. I need you to trust me!".

You pushed his hands away and took a step back. "No. I can't do this anymore. I can't be your secret anymore. I don't want to be the other woman in your life!".

"Y/n...Love, you're the only one in my life. Please just trust me. I need time. It's… it's complicated". It wrecked Gojo's heart hearing you refer to yourself as the other woman. If he could he would rip his heart out and put it in the palm of your hands so you could feel what he felt for you he would do it right away.

"It's not. Either you clear up the rumours and let our relationship be known to everyone or … or you get engaged to her and forget about me". Gojo had never felt so helpless in his life.

He couldn't bear losing you heck he could hardly go a day without seeing you. He didn't want to do this to you… he didn't want to be this man to you…"When we started seeing each other, you told me that you don't want people to know about us because I was your boss so why does it matter now". He could barely look at you as he uttered these words. He knew why it mattered now, he knew how people thought but he had to do it.

"I .. I can't believe that you're asking me this. But, fine I'll tell you. It matters now because you're getting engaged. Why her? Is it because I have nothing to give to you? Is it because I don't come from a family like hers'?". You clenched your first by your side. Trying to contain the hurt but it seeped through you like ink on a page. "Was my love not enough to make you stay with me Satoru? ".

You turned to leave but Gojo grabbed your hand. He didn't pull you towards him like he wanted to, he didn't take a step towards you like he wanted to, instead he uttered three words and hoped that you'd give him a chance. "I am sorry".

His shaky voice made your heart drop. You turned around and placed your hand over his'. "I will wait for you for as long as you want, but the moment you put that ring on her I'd be out of your life". You pulled his hand away and walked out of his penthouse.

Gojo stood there, helpless, hurt, heartbroken..

Oh how badly Gojo wished to tell you what your love meant to him. But like you ,he had his pride and he had his greed. He wanted to have it all and he would realise it on a sunny day in August when he would see you with another man that in his pursuit of power he lost what really mattered.

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tojisveryown · 3 years ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧

synopsis: self explanatory :) warnings: none notes: domestic sukuna deserves a whole separate fic if we’re being honest & I'll probably write abt it soon (「๑•₃•)「

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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

✧ Sukuna is the type of husband to always have everything picture perfect. Never, and I mean never, does he let any mess pile up. Either he'll clean it up or have one of his curse minions do it. While you're at work Sukuna often cleans whenever he finds the time to do so, usually he has to clean up due to all the shit he tries to do in the kitchen. Always looking for a new dish to serve you he ends up shattering a plate or two. He ends up getting stressed, because he wants this dish, or well every dish to be perfect since he is serving it to you. His cursed minions offer to go to the store and get new plates and or ingredients he ran out of or needed. The first time you met his cursed minions, dinner was very awkward. Not that you weren't used to these things, I mean you married Sukuna after all, but you found the cursed minions to appear rather disturbing especially since they kept watch over the two of you during dinner in case anything went wrong. Sukuna then later altered their bodies so they were small and cute. He doesn't show you this side very often but he is super fond of them, he'll always make sure they get the best meals as well along with head pats and lots of treats.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

✧ Getou is the type of husband that all your friends secretly have a major crush on. Usually you'd be offended at how more than half your coworkers were able to openly simp for your husband, however the way their faces drop in annoyance whenever flowers come in satisfies you enough. They know Getou sent you those flowers, and they know he'll be here later today to either drop you off homemade lunch or pick you up. They're head over heals for this man, for your man. On the days you came home late due to extra hours the bath was always ready for you, and the dinner Getou made was stored neatly in the fridge ready for your arrival. The cleaned house you came home to wouldn't have ever been complete without your husband along with your kids. Getou had told you about the two girls he so badly wanted to adopt, of course you supported him and let the both of the lovely girls in with open arms. Your family and life wouldn't be complete without them. You considered them as your own, and Getou was so happy that you were so accepting of them. This led to him and your daughters always baking a special cake every 5th of the month, since that was the day they got adopted.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

✧ Gojo is the type of husband that would spoil you. He'd always give you a massage even if you didn't need one and he'd give you the best hugs. Every time you come home he'll always be in one of those "Kiss the chef" aprons. He cannot cook for shit. The last time you had a sit down dinner with the food he had prepared for the both of you, you ended up calling in sick the next day because half the things he used were expired. However he still likes the apron. He'll sometimes surprise you with a new wardrobe, or maybe some new jewelry, or even some new shoes. Gojo loves you and he'll literally spend all his money on you if it made you happy enough. He's the type to break things while cleaning. The last time cleaned was also his first time. I mean could you really blame him? He was basically raised like royalty, he's never had to move a finger until he met you.

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

✧ Nanami is the average stay at home husband. You practically had to beg him to retire from how much he overworked himself. He spends his time reading books that have been sitting in his shelf for the longest. Nanami often has Itadori over and they end up watching old films. When Itadori does come over he always helps out with making dinner. Nanami's food is delicious, but it tastes even better when Itadori helps out. The three of you are like a happy little family. When Itadori doesn't come over you'd usually catch Nanami taking care of his plants. He'll usually be watering them or even changing their pots. Overall Nanami is the average and well rounded house husband.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

✧ Toji is the perfect house husband. His cooking is amazing, he knows how to clean, he's good at maintaining a clean and organized house, and he's hot. You'll often find Toji reorganizing your closet if it's messy from you picking out an outfit "Stupid Y/N" is the phrase he says before letting out a small laugh while putting your clothes back where they belong. Toji always wakes up early to greet you good morning, he makes sure there's always enough time for him to make you and Megumi breakfast and lunch. While you and Megumi are at school he might even go shopping and get you guy's a pair of matching shoes and floral button downs for those corny family vacation pictures. He loves you and Megumi very much and he'll always try to provide for the both of you no matter what it takes. Overall 100/10, not bias at all

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

✧ Choso is the almost perfect house husband. He tries his hardest to give you everything he can, but he is still new to this whole marriage thing. He loves you, he really does. While looking for a hobby to pick up Choso realized that he loves baking, more so he loves decorating cookies. His decorations will spell out "I love you" with each cookie being one letter. He also draws two stick figures and says it's the two of you. Obviously he'll draw his brothers, and will be ecstatic about it when you come home. "Look Y/N, I made you some cookies. I hope you enjoy them mi amor." He'll always give you hugs from behind and rock you back and fourth while kissing the top of you head. He'll most likely forget to clean up though.

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s0dium · 3 years ago

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Makeup Sex w/ Geto Suguru

Anonymous asked: Ever thought about what make up sex with geto would be like?

A/n: Oh god, things would get intense. Especially if you guys are just friends who both secretly have a crush on each other.

Warnings: Rough sex, masturbation, mutual pining, praise, fluff, daddy kink at the end 🥺

Artist credit @xxgojoxx on twitter

His brain is just filled with thoughts of you, you and only you. Fuck, is it just Geto or had the skirts you’d been wearing since the two of you argued got shorter. Before, the way he handled these urges was by touching you, throwing a friendly arm around your shoulder or patting you on the head, things that seemed platonic on the surface but always masked a deeper craving inside of him. He starts smoking more to replace the urge to seek you out and take in your sweet scent as he always did.

Not only this but Getos fantasies about you become more rough, like pushing your sobbing face into the mattress while he brutally fucks you from behind, basking in the way you scream and sob for him to let you cum until you finally do and spray all over the mattress.

You are also suffering the same amount he is. You find yourself slipping a hand into your panties late at night more often and moaning his name your pillow as your fingers desperately search for release.

It all starts piling up until neither you nor him can take it anymore and the two of you start to search each other out to confess your feelings, and when you finally do oh boy, you wont be walking for a bit.

“Oh god fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” you begged, hips long gone from obeying any command Geto could try to give you as you fucked yourself against his length. You dont even recognize your own voice anymore, but your too drunk on pleasure to care.

“Shit *hah* you drive me *hah* utterly fucking insane, you know that angel?” Geto manages to say in between thrusts but all you can do is sob at the feeling of his leaking tip hitting your cervix and filling you up to the brim with every sharp snap on his hips.

“I-”

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle has you screaming as he hits that gummy spot hidden deep inside of you.

“Fuck, found it didn't I” With a chuckle he lifts your leg a bit higher and pummels into you with a low groan. The sounds coming from his thrusts are filthy and wet, but barely audible due to your moans overtaking any type of noise. You hands come up to thread its fingers through Getos raven hair and you pull on it as your back starts to arch off the mattress.

“m’ so go good sugu dont stop please please!” You let out a choked gasp when you feel a sudden wave of hot searing pleasure course through your stomach. That wave caused another more intense wave of bliss to crash on you, and your legs shook vigorously as you opened your mouth to scream but no sound came out,

“There you, go. Look at you cumming all over daddys cock for him, so wet and pretty f-fuck”

The aftercare is just *chefs kiss*

Alot of confession of feelings, things the two of you have been wanting to say for a while

You just lay on his toned built, looking into eachothers eyes why he plays with your hair and tells you about all the times the two of you hung out together and what he was really thinking

“Shit y/n and remember that time we went to the ice cream place with Gojo and Shoko? I thought you looked so fucking cute with the bit of ice cream on your nose and how you tried to wipe it off with your tongue, i was lying when I said you looked stupid, really i wanted to kiss it off of you.”

You just have a stupid wide smile on your face the whole time becuase now he is actually yours, this perfect man is actually yours to love.

He carries your naked to the bathtub since your too weak to walk, and sits you between his legs in the tub as the warm water slowly fills the bath.

Everything smells like him, especially since your in his bathtub and he is washing your hair with his shampoo that smells like aromatic cinnamon infused with pine that intoxicates your senses.

Geto treats you like your made of glass, as if one wrong move will make you shatter into a million pieces.

#geto x reader smut

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years ago

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Ahhh, Ri!! Congrats on the milestone! Your writing is always *chef's kiss*. #1 yandere writer in my book 💚

May I request Gojo with prompts 2 and 9?

Yes you absolutely may! I changed up the wording a lil with one of the prompts to make it fit better, but it isn't that much different!

Holy christ I'm sorry this took so long

Warnings: Budding yandere behaviour, Threats, Stalking if you squint

Word Count: 699

“Come on, let’s go out together!”

Your face scrunched up as a result of the headache that had begun to pound in your temples, unbothered that your customer service persona had all but been thrown in the trash for the time being.

“You sure are persistent, aren’t you?”

The man, Gojo as you had begrudgingly come to learn, beamed before bowing to you in a gesture that one would assume was extremely polite, but to you it seemed almost mocking while he held his hand up towards you.

“As persistent as I need to be.”

You walked past him with your labeling gun in hand, scrolling through the numbers until you created the price tag that suited the new floral bouquets you had set out for the day. He was behind you when you began to place the stickers on the plastic sheeting around the flowers, but you could feel the wave of dejection that radiated from him all the same.

It was gone within moments.

“What's to say you and I go out for dinner tonight?” He came back into your field of view to lean up against the display stand. He lifted up a corner of his blindfold, revealing a singular absolutely stunning blue eye to you.

If this was his next move in trying to gain your attention, he was failing miserably.

“I could pick you up from the shop and save myself some time in buying you roses.”

You looked back towards him, completely unamused at his attempt at humour. “Hilarious. Even if I did accept, I’m not available tonight.”

The regret in your specific sentence structure was felt the moment you saw Gojo’s face light up. You rolled your eyes when he did a little spin in victory, unsure of how much more of the childish antics you were sure you could put up with within the first 20 minutes of opening.

“So you’re willing to accept, wonderful!” His celebratory movements came to an abrupt stop and he looked towards you curiously. “What are you doing tonight?”

You let out an overexaggerated gasp and brought your free hand to your mouth. “Oh my god, did I not tell you every single detail of my personal life?”

“No.”

“Then it must be none of your business.”

You brushed past him, inputting a new price on your device while he let out a low chuckle that slowly grew in volume as he snapped his blindfold back into place.

“Well aren’t you adorable?”

“Look, can I help you with something like the first time you’re here, or are you going to keep harassing me until I’m forced to call the cops on you?”

The lines on his forehead crinkled, indicating the raising of his eyebrows at your very unsubtle threat.

“You could do that, however you wouldn’t like what would happen after.”

You scoffed, pricing some of the flower tags a little more aggressively than necessary. “I seriously doubt that.”

The price gun was plucked from your hands with an ease like taking candy from a baby. Any remaining composure you had left immediately left your system as Gojo held the device up in the air just out of your reach.

“What the hell, give that back-”

“I’d like things to go smoothly between us, I really would.” He mused, his previous air of lightheartedness completely replaced with one of stoic seriousness. “I’d hate for any intervention that isn’t necessary. They could be taken care of easily enough, but I don’t know how well that would go over for you.”

Your attempts to regain the gadget stopped the moment those words left his lips, unsure of exactly how to process his statement.

“Are… are you blackmailing me into going out with you by threatening to harm me and others?”

His laughter was such a sharp contrast to the atmosphere that had been built that you flinched backwards when he booped the tip of your nose with his intex finger.

“No silly, I never said I would hurt you.” He grinned again, but this time you felt trepidation rather than annoyance when he held his hand towards you.

“So I ask again, when should I come see you?”

#riri writes #600 followers event #but painfully late #Gojo x Reader #tw yandere #tw threats #tw stalking #saturo gojo x reader #Saturo Gojo #Gojo #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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Insane/feral gojo being seen by baby reader and gets scared of him?? 🤲🤲 love your crossovers so much and the amount of angst and fluff sprinkled over it!! Mwah chefs kiss 💕💛😚

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader gets scared of dad! gojo

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major manga/anime spoilers, mentions of violence, angst and fluff

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one of your powers as the scarlet witch was tapping into someone's head. not only can you read people's mind and manipulate them at will, but you could also get yourself a reading and oversee the future or past. you and gojo didn't think this would be possible until you had actually done it on accident.

the two of you were walking home as gojo had already finished his work, you were eating the kikufuku he got you and by the time you were done, you wiped your hands onto your sweater before interwining hands with your father.

when your hand touched his, your chaos magic heightened and everything just flashed before your eyes. the first thing you saw annihilation, the screams and death of innocent people, but most importantly the sealing of your father.

you helplessly watched your father fend off the special grade curses. you took note how frenzied and aggressive his attacks were. the loving and playful look in gojo's eyes was gone, it was replaced by a dark and cold-blooded expression, and top it all of—there was a frightening, immense cursed energy radiating from him, something that was almost comparable to your aura alone.

at that moment, you didn't see your father in him.

back to reality, you paused from your tracks and gojo immediately noticed how pale you suddenly looked. your hand that was holding onto him began to shake and get clammy. he rushed to your aid, kneeling down to your height to shake and pat you all over. your [color] eyes had become a glowing red color too.

"kikufuku? baby? hey, what's wrong?"

"..."

after a minute's worth of reading, your eyes had reverted back to it's normal [color] color but you immediately released your hold of your father's hand and leapt away from him. you couldn't comprehend what you just saw and couldn't believe it either. everything that came as a thought felt real and you knew it was real.

gojo looked at you confused before eyeing his surroundings, thinking a cursed spirit had somehow scared you, but then he saw the way you looked at him. your pupils were dilated, lips were quivering and your tiny body was shaking in fear. you were scared of him, but why?

"baby? what's wrong? are you okay?"

"..."

"[name]?"

gojo attempted to step closer only for you flinch and back away. he immediately raised his hands defensively when you did. something was definitely wrong.

you refused to speak after seeing that reading and gojo had to walk you home without being able to touch you.

as soon as you did, you immediately ran towards your room and locked it. you spent the night sleepless and crying to the point that you had a nightmare of seeing that frenzied version of your father. seeing the way he ruthlessly fought against those cursed spirits scared you more than seeing him get sealed away and it messed with your head.

if gojo could hurt them like that, then he could hurt you the same way too. this was the same thought that repeated over your head like a broken record.

days had passed, you still refused to talk to gojo. you couldn't even look at him in the eye whenever you came out of your room. you would instantly freeze up and shiver in fear just by being near his presence.

gojo didn't want you starve so he would occasionally leave you food in front of your room but most of the time, you barely ate the food he left.

eventually, he had enough. gojo became frustrated of what was making you act this way. was this a doing of a curse? he couldn't understand why his own baby was looking at him with so much fear in her eyes.

"[name], baby, please. you have tell me what's wrong."

"..."

"BABY, PLEASE I'VE HAD IT. IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL ME ANYTHI—shit. no, no, honey. i'm sorry, [name]. i didn't mean to."

raising his voice was completely unintentional, but it had already made the situation worse. you teared up and whimpered as you broke down into a sob. the same look of fear was directed towards him.

gojo eventually called megumi to pick you up and maybe get him to talk to you, because everything he did wasn't working. it only made things worse and he knew how close you were with your brother.

by the time megumi had arrived, you immediately hid behind your brother and held onto his pant leg as if your life depended on him.

"[name]? hey, what's wrong?"

"that's the problem.. she won't tell me what's wrong. she's scared of me.."

you had fallen asleep after crying and clinging onto megumi as he carried you. gojo took this time to explain to your brother what had happened from his side of the story.

gojo was in shambles. it hurt him to see you flinch, tear up and quiver in fear. the thought of you being scared of him was painful and the worst part of it was that he couldn't do anything, and he felt incredibly helpless.

gojo did nothing but care for you with love and he was certain that he did nothing that day before you started to act scared around him. you were smiling and running up and about, clinging onto him, and smothering him with your hugs and sloppy kisses.

megumi made it his mission to repair your relationship with gojo. gojo left the two of you alone on the living room, but he secretly hid behind the wall to eavesdrop your conversation with him.

"[name], why won't you talk to gojo-sensei? did he do something to you? you can tell your brother anything."

"..is he gone?"

"yeah, he left for awhile."

"i-i'm scared of daddy."

"did he hit you? yell at you?"

"no, but.. he became a really scary person."

megumi looked at you, confused but that was until you had subconsciously tapped into your chaos magic. everything in the vicinity became shrouded in red psionics before the horrible premonition you saw eventually took place.

gojo, who was secretly hiding the wall, was not exempted by your magic. just like megumi, he had finally seen what was scaring you.

what you had seen was a future event, the shibuya incident that was bound to take place at october 31. it was a bloody halloween; innocent lives would be lost beneath the station, a horrible game was to take place and most importantly, it was the day he was going to get sealed.

the two of them saw what you meant by how you were scared. they saw an image of gojo ruthlessly killing hanami and fending off the assaults of the special grade curses with a frenzied and cold-blooded look that lacked purity.

you broke down into a sob and released the illusion, your eyes reverting back to it's normal color afterwards.

gojo wasted no time entering the living room after seeing what you had seen. you immediately ran upto megumi, clinging onto his arm as he approached you.

before you could further react, gojo pulled you from megumi and engulfed you in his arms—not caring if you had violently flinched from his touch. he held you in his embrace gently yet tightly at the same time.

"baby, listen to me. i'm sorry you had to see that, but you have to understand that i would never, ever hurt you. i love you, [name]."

gojo cupped your face in his hands, wiping the tears rolling down your cheek. your crying slowly subsided as you melted into his touch. your father shook his head before planting a kiss on the top of your head.

"i might be the strongest, i could end humanity if i wanted to with my six eyes and limitless, but i can never hurt innocent people. most especially the person dear to me and that's you, [name]."

megumi had finally gotten you to not be scared of gojo anymore but you were still crying. you couldn't believe yourself right now. how could you be so pathetic to be scared of your own father like that? it made you feel really guilty.

you should have feared the fact that the ghost you had been seeing was responsible for the shibuya incident and for the sealing of your father but no. you chose to get scared of gojo fighting against them instead.

you clung onto gojo, sobbing onto the crook of his neck and muttered apologies over and over. at this point, you were now just scared of losing him to those bad people, or spirits.

with the piece of information that gojo and megumi got from your reading, they were able to prepare and plan ahead for the date. at the same time, gojo spent his time fixing your relationship with him.

ever since you had gotten scared of him, you suddenly became awkward around him. you were no longer scared of gojo, you just felt ashamed.

gojo took a couple of days off from work and spent quality time with you. it was like getting to know each other again. as the two of you went out to eat food at your favorite restaurant and walked to the park, gojo placed a hand on the top of yoir head when he saw you spacing out.

"you're still thinking about what you saw, huh?"

"i'm sorry.."

"what? no, baby. i'm not mad. look, me raising my voice was a huge mistake. it was my bad. i get where you're coming from kikufuku, you had the right to be scared."

"i'm still sorry, daddy. i really am, i should have said something instead of pushing you away."

"oh, [name].."

you ended up bursting into tears again and gojo immediately picked you up, cradling you in his arms to hush your crying. you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck, hiccuping as he rubbed shapes on your back.

it was difficult to have powers beyond your understanding. most of the time, you don't know what you're doing or seeing. all of it was amplified by your emotions.

"dad?"

"yes, kikufuku?"

"please don't leave me, ever."

"never baby, i promise. i love you too much to leave or hurt you. i will always be here for you, [name] no matter what. nothing bad is going to happen as long as i'm here."

a kiss on the top of your head washed away your worries and tension. a smile had finally broke through your face as you looked at gojo.

there was nothing to be afraid of him. you were his precious kikufuku after all and you knew how much he loves you with all his heart. he'll hurt himself before he could even hurt you.

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dxrkdreamer · 3 years ago

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JJK Men Celebrating Your Birthday

Characters: Yuji Itadori, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru and Ryomen Sukuna

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but is SFW

(A/N: Selfishly celebrating my own birthday by writing about the JJK men)

Yuji Itadori

Would plan a whole day of things you enjoy doing like shopping, walking in the park etc.

Decorates your shared apartment with a “happy birthday banner”, balloons and streamers.

If you are the type who enjoys doing things with friends on your birthday he would arrange that, and if you prefer doing things alone or with your s/o he would also arrange that as well.

Will probably bake and decorate your birthday cake himself

“Wooooow that was a big day!” you’d say plopping on the couch as you two came home from your day out. Yuji walked straight to the kitchen, taking out the food he prepped and began cooking immediately.

“Yeah it was! I bet you’re hungry too, Iron Chef Yuji Itadori at your service!” he’d come out and salute to you wearing an apron that said “kiss the chef”

“I’ll definitely be needing your services tonight” you’d smirk with a dangerous look in your eye as you pulled him by his apron until his nose was barely touching yours. Poor boy would freak out, he wasn’t expecting this so soon. “Oh don't worry, I’m starving too” you’d laugh pecking his cheek and watch him walk back flustered.

Satorou Gojo

Would totally keep saying happy birthday throughout the day

And would put little surprises and gifts everywhere for you to find

Probably is more excited about your birthday than you are

I see him doing a pole dance for you?

You had only just opened the door and you were engulfed by Gojo in a hug. “Happy birthday (Y/N)” he grinned before lifting you up and twirling you around.

“Satorou! Thank you! For the hundredth time!” you’d laugh and he’d throw you onto the couch, and then get on top of you straddling you.

“I knowwww, I just wanted my beautiful girlfriend to- hey what’s this” he’d pretend to look confused as he reached behind you to pick up a small bag. “I wonder what could be inside?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows like a weirdo.

“Satorou this is too much” you’d shake your head smiling as you took the small gift bag from his hands and opened it. “Oh wow, this is beautiful”

“Pretty hair thing for a pretty girl” he’d grin, clipping your hair back.

“It’s called a hair clip, but A+ for trying to learn the name”

“Alright, now that you’re extra pretty, time to head to our room!” he’d lift you over his strong shoulders like a rag doll and smack your ass

“Hey! I just got home!” you’d yell as he effortlessly carried you in “Is- Is that a pole in the middle of our room?!”.

Geto Suguru

I see him as a high maintenance type of guy.

Cleans the whole apartment before you wake up, leaving it spotless.

Would have an at home spa day planned for the two of you, and would make tea and cut up fruit for you two to eat during it.

The birthday cake he would buy would be from the best bakery in town, made with the finest cream and fruit.

You sighed and sunk into the bath further, it was warm and comforting. The timer went off and you heard Geto approach you, carefully peeling the cucumbers off of your eyelids and wiping the mask off your face with a warm washcloth.

“I have no idea how I’m going to top this” you giggle looking up at him once he’s done. For the first time he was willing to use all of his high end products on you, and by the way you were feeling and how perfect and well kept your boyfriend looked, they were definitely worth the prices.

“You can always get me a stripper for my birthday” He’d taunt and bite your cheek. “Just kidding, no one’s better than you” he’d whisper, kissing where he bit you.

“Geto my skin is sensitive right now!” you’d whine rubbing your cheeks, the water splashing over him slightly.

“I know baby, just can’t help myself sometimes” He’d says, getting behind you and rubbing your shoulders, easing the tension away. “Happy birthday again”

Ryomen Sukuna

Okay can I just- *deep breath* if y’all haven’t noticed yet I’m a total Sukuna simp.

Would wake you up grinning like a maniac and saying happy birthday, and then proceed to get out of bed extra slowly, showing off and flexing his muscles in his naked glory. “This better not be my present” you’d jokingly say, although this would honestly suffice. “Oh this? I’m just stretching”

Also would take you out to a five star restaurant, like where the bill is around $100+ because you’re his princess and he would do anything for his princess

Sex lol, LOTS of it

“Oh Sukuna, one second! Look at the view from here!” you’d exclaim as he drove the two of you home, using the country roads so you could enjoy the scenery.

He’d stop the car for you, and open your door, take your hand until you were standing and gazing up at the stars. Each one illuminating your face, making you look even more beautiful. And he couldn’t help but stare at you like that for a bit.

‘They’re so beautiful!”

“We could stay here for a bit” he’d shrug, taking out a blanket and laying it on the ground.

“Really? We don’t have to, dear, you’re probably really tired” you’d say, but he would have already pulled you onto the ground on the blanket and would have his face resting against your thighs, probably for the 5th time this whole day.

“The view is worth it” he’d let out a sinister grin before venturing further into your warm thighs.

“S-sukuna not here, someone might hear or see!”

“Well you better be a good girl and stay quiet then” he’d grunt.

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nappingwithyuuji · 3 years ago

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700 FOLLOWERS EVENT | DAY THREE | megumi x yuuji x f!reader tags: 0.9K, fluff, itafushi x f!reader, polyship. event masterlist

event masterlist masterlist - taglist “I don’t understand why we’re even wasting our time with this.” The raven haired boy whined after becoming a victim of Yuuji’s careless pouring of powdered sugar. You three coughed at the cloud of white dust that had gathered in your kitchen. You tried to help Megumi get the dust out of his usual plain black shirt with your hands, chuckling coyly when he noticed that in reality it was a poor excuse to feel him up over the material.

“It’s Gojo’s birthday tonight!” Yuuji exclaimed happily, “We can’t show up without a gift! That would really suck!” Megumi grabbed your wrists before taking off his shirt in order to tease you.

You blushed at the sight of your boyfriend’s toned abs, hopping onto the tips of your feet to reach down and plant a small kiss on one of his collarbones. “Yeah, Gumi,” You muttered, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body, his muscular arms extending to wrap around your back, “Plus, baking him something makes the gift extra special.”

A shriek coming from your mouth interrupted the comfortable moment. Yuuji had joined the embrace, plastering his now also naked front against your abs. “Don’t leave me out of the love, babe.” His voice was comically whiney, sounding almost like a kindergartener.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Megumi affectionably muttered before bringing his lips to touch the strawberry haired boy’s, “We never could, seeing you always magically appear demanding us to cuddle you.” He said, licking his lips as he chased the sugary taste of Yuuji’s lips.

Yuuji turned his head to plant a sticky kiss on your cheek at the same time as Megumi, “Boys, please… We need to finish these and head out in an hour.” You breathed out, trying to snap out of the comfort that your boyfriends brought you whenever they started acting affectionate at the same time.

The taller boys took some steps backwards, agreeing with you, albeit with pouty faces, and you instantly started chirping out directions as you guided them in the kitchen. You laughed when Megumi started to give Yuuji a Ted Talk about how he had read that measuring in grams was way more reliable than using cup measurements, while Yuuji just stood there with a confused puppy look, holding the cup of milk he had measured.

Even though the three of you knew Megumi couldn't cook to save his life, often depending on either Yuuji or you to feed him, he had a knowledgeable and serious tone in anything he said, thus always making him seem like he knew everything. “That’s right, Gumi! But measurements are not really that important for icing! Whenever I make it for your birthdays, I usually do it by the feel of it.”

His mouth fell open, making you doubt whether he would start lecturing you (even though he knew you had more experience) or maybe praise you for your natural talent. “What would we do without our talented chef, right Megumi?” Yuuji babbled, as he finished up whisking the icing. You walked towards one of the cabinets of the kitchen to look for some food coloring but you realized that your short frame would never reach the small jars.

Yuuji saw your struggle and immediately dropped the whisk on the counter, making Megumi groan and he would be the one to clean up the mess, and his hands sneaked to grab your hips, lifting you up as if it was nothing. You giggled as your fingers were able to pick up the little bottles, “What a gentleman!” You said adoringly.

He put you down but as soon as your feet hit the cold tiled floor, Megumi’s dark figure came to stand behind you, taking the food coloring away from your fingers, “Which color do you want them?” His breath tickled your neck, the low, raspy voice always making butterflies flutter inside your stomach.

“Blue! Blue!” Yuuji’s excited voice exclaimed, “It has to be blue!” Megumi and you blushed at your partner. You gave Megumi a short nod and he passed the dark blue vial to his boyfriend. You looked at the clock on one of the kitchen’s walls and saw how you had only thirty minutes before you all had to leave for the part. Your eyes traveled downwards as you saw you were still in your pijamas and fluffy socks, “Can I trust you both to finish this? You saw the youtube video with me, right, Gumi?” He nodded and instantly ushered out of the kitchen.

After taking off your flour-coated apron and changing into some fresh clothes, you picked up some shirts for your boyfriends; a deep purple one for Megumi and a tie-dyed pink one for Yuuji. You did a simple makeup by the mirror on the bathroom before hurrying towards the kitchen.

As you walked down the hallway of the flat you three lived in, you prayed to Tengen or any other possible entity for the cupcakes being done and somewhat presentable. And when you entered the kitchen, your prayers had been partially answered…

“Oh my God! Guys, did you use all of the blue food coloring?” You exclaimed, worried about the taste of the frosting. The little chocolate cupcakes had been sloppily decorated (but that was to be expected from you and Gojo) and already packaged into the box you had bought and written “Happy Birthday Gojo!” on.

“I swear I just turned around for a minute and Megumi has already dropped the whole thing!” You laughed at the end product, your laugh clearly relieving the tension in both boys’ shoulders.

“Come here, you himbos,” They eagerly rushed to your side and you could see some of Yuuji’s natural excitement bloom on Megumi’s, “Get dressed so we can give Gojo your radioactive cupcakes.”

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#yuuji x reader #megumi x reader #itafushi x reader #itafushi #yuuji itadori x reader #jjk x reader #mine

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

series masterlist

Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again. You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you – “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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