#Yan!satoru

[ilovemorayeels]

Yan!Satoru and Yan!Suguru Pt2!! (｡’▽’｡)♡

A/N: I plan on making a recent gojo and geto hc or fic, and then maybe a fic of the yan teen sillies!

CW: barista!nonsorcerer!gn!reader, murder, creepiness

word count: 491

Yan!satoru who became a regular (and by regular i mean coming back everytime you had your shift) at the cafe you work at, nagging to take an early break so he gets to ask you all about your day. Yaga is on his ass everytime he makes a detour from his mission if it's near the cafe, but to him, it's just a cursed spirit, why can't he just take a peek on how you're doing? He'll keep up the line to blabber how jujutsu high is just too mean on him and that he doesn't deserve the mistreatment, which often leads you into pushing him out of the way. (Which is fine by him, anything is fine if you're doing it.)

Yan!suguru who isn't fond of coffee, but sucking it up because it's you we're talking about. If you're making his coffee, it's the sweetest thing ever, even if it's pure black coffee. If he's having a bad day, a simple latte you made yourself makes it the brightest day ever. He'll ask about your day and subtly persuade you to go on a date (to him, atleast) after your shift is over. What a smooth talker. Geto is also a great listener, if you're ranting to him on your break about how nagging these customers are or how you got a burn from a customer spilling coffee, he won't try to shut you up.

Yan!SatoSugu who goes shopping with you after your shift, making you try on all kinds of luxuries, all kinds of jewelry, everything. They stop by some stores with house decor too, if you like it, they'll buy it, one for you, two for them. You ask if they liked it too, they just shrug and say it feels special to them.

Yan!SatoSugu who have practically a makeshift shrine of momentos and anything you like or has your dna (Suguru got his hands on the pencil you chewed on before Gojo, Satoru is still mad at him.), with pictures of you all together, or photos of you sleeping, everything you do is cherished with love and admiration.

Yan!SatoSugu who refuse to let you near an area that they're in a mission on. Oh, this is your apartment? Too bad, cursed spirit, you can't get killed. Satoru will whine and try to get you to live in the dorms, not like Yaga would let him anyways. But it's much safer than your apartment, think of all the cursed spirits crawling there!

Yan!SatoSugu who don't let anyone get close to you, either they go missing or cutting contact with you, your friendships never last long. They're the only friends you need, why be friends with everyone else? Not to mention those people could be trying to get their way close to them, to make them let their guard down just to stab them in the back. Don't you care about their protection??

[theinnerunderrain]

yan! Gojo sketch bc I can’t think of anything to write guys

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

YOU’RE AN ANGEL, I’M A DOG ; SATORU GOJO

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, like a dot of ink on paper, dripping with exhaustion; a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching beneath his ribs.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated, from satoru this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you yesterday, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth holding onto, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches that flicker of joy dance inside your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back, so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

[envy-of-the-apple]

what are your thoughts on gojo x maid of the gojo clan reader?

yes but also i wanna merge this with the targeryan au thing i was thinking about JUST HEA ME OUTPLSPLSPLS-

so Gojo Satoru is technically a Targaryen...but he's a bastard so he keeps his mother's last name. everyones mad that his father, the king, had the AUDACITY TO FUCK SOMEONE WHO WASN'T HIS SISTER, so he's pretty much an outcast. he's still of royal dragon blood so he is still catered to, but no one rlly respects him.

maybe you do, some lowborn maid with no house to call your own. you see him as just a kid, so you treat him kindly. Gojo latches onto this, he's half your age and it's not hard to see him as this lost little kid. you think nothing of it when he makes these large claims to marry you one day and you find it a little adorable like 'haha this kid'.

despite being a bastard, gojo does the impossible. he claims six dragons. that fortifies his claim to the thrown, no one dares to disrespect him so openly after that. the king even wants to legitmize him after his feat, but gojo refuses. he wants more than legitimization. he wants revenge from everyone who laughed at him.

with the help of warden of the north (Geto obvs) he usurps the thrown and quickly lies waste to the rest of the family. the executions take weeks to carry out. the king, the queen, his countless brothers and sisters are all mercilessly slaughtered. advisors, hands, any loyalists are killed as well. he cleans up everyone in the castle, honestly.

and then there's just you.

well, he is king now. every king needs a wife? looks like you're gonna get a promotion:)

[wisecura]

Jujutsu Kaisen

unfortunately, I pick favorites

🔪 - will have dark undertones (or full blown black flags).

🔞 - will have smutty content.

♡ - a request fic I got

warnings will be put for the stories that have less traditional dark undertones. most of my work will have themes that may be unsettling or uncomfortable so please do not interact with these stories. this can include dubcon, toxic relationships, manipulative behavior, potential poor decision making on the Y/N perspective. I write things I find interesting and if that offends you, then please don’t read.

Red in the title means its a WIP (typed up concept in my Docs just waiting to be finished/edited/published), and will hopefully be released soon.

Gojo x You (my golden boy makes me feral)

believe it or not, this man has his own masterlist

Gojo x You x Geto

╰┈➤Nanny 🔪⭑summary: Isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, you sell yourself to the Gojo Clan in an attempt to change your favorite characters fates. You change many things, and are able to see the boys grow peacefully. Yet now with them out of the clan house you find yourself in a predicament. Your arranged marriage. warnings: small age gap, abnorm dynamic

this is a series: a second?,

╰┈➤Sweeter ♡ 🔪 🔞⭑ summary: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

this has a smutty p.2

Geto x You (he never comes far behind)

╰┈➤pretty (older and discontinued, but if you reallllly wanna read it?)

╰┈➤Pretty 🔪⭑ summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister. And Suguru just cant get enough of you.

this is a series: did you want a 2?, a 3? and a 4?,

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╰┈➤Try the Priest 🔪⭑ summary: Your best friend, Suguru Geto, has a warrant on his head. You hadn't heard from him since then, and you thought your friendship was as good as dead. So why is he on your front porch?

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╰┈➤ My Leader 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: suguru geto was all for the betterment of the world--eradicating the non-sorcerers in society, and collecting people to stand in the new world with him. it's no different when he finds you--an untrained sorcerer, so eager and desperate for validation-- a hint at sanity when no one else could see the monsters around you. but what happens if he takes you in only to find himself changing his mind. warnings: pwp, voyeurism, gore, blood, murder, dark undertones, size kink smut, you aren't in your right mind either, fingering, marking, manipulation, belittling and teasing

Toge x You

Yuji x You

╰┈➤Shine 🔪⭑ summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say?

Megumi x You

╰┈➤Sheets 🔪 ⭑ summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy. warnings: arranged marriage, forced marriage, violence, step-cest, mommy kinks, age gap

this is a series: another? , and another? , this 4?, a 5?, is that a 6?, did i spy a 7?, an 8th??, a 9, 10,

Toji x You

Choso x You

Yuta x You

╰┈➤Desperation 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: Yuta’s really gotta thing for you and you’ve got one for him. warning: abnorm dynamic, knife play, borderline somno, dom material

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╰┈➤Yuuuuutttaaaa 🔪 🔪 🔞 ⭑ summary: You and yuta have been best friends for years warnings: somno, dub/non- con, forced breeding, this one’s a little intense

Nanami x You

AN: This anime has been my obsession for the last few months

I post updates in this community so feel free to check it out: https://www.tumblr.com/communities/obsessedjjk

And home

[ddarker-dreams]

do you have any more yan golden girl thoughts you can share 🤲 i am devouring them every single time

ohhh boy ohhhhh man.... it really is something... here are some yan branch ideas (from their high school years).

(reader here is described as fem, satoru and suguru are gaslit gatekeep girlboss-ing their way into making you their girlfriend)

for starters, satoru and suguru handle the kaizu incident much worse. what little tact they have in the main storyline is gone lol. this has short-term success and long-term consequences. rather than giving you the time to recover and reflect, suguru sneakily introduces guilt. he stresses that you should've told them that you can't perform cursed technique: null without hurting yourself in the process. had they known, they would've found another way.

then there's satoru. he just starts coming along on your assignments. if you get annoyed and tell him to quit following you, he seemingly concedes. that is, until every time you arrive at your assignment's destination, you find him lounging around, having already exorcised the curse. while you're recovering from his audacity, he's making dinner plans, brochure in hand. he's pointing at a famous local restaurant instead of acknowledging your frustration.

"you took forever to get here," he'll lament with a yawn. "i was so bored. ready to ditch this place?"

they safeguard you from any danger at the cost of eroding your relationship.

you came here to learn, to grow in strength and potential. how can you do that under these circumstances? suguru interferes behind the scene so you’re given less assignments, satoru tags along uninvited for the few you manage to land. it’s frustrating and demotivating. trying to get them to see reason is akin to arguing with a brick will. satoru waves off your frustrations whereas suguru listens. in a way, this is almost worse. suguru gives the false impression that you might be changing his mind. he’ll nod along as you vent, his countenance solemn and his voice soft. he’ll validate your smaller plights while twisting your perspective on the most pressing issues. you come away from the interactions unsure of what to feel.

are you making a big deal of things? is satoru just expressing concern in his weird why? maybe they could be handling it better, but it isn’t like their intentions are malicious, you did almost die in front of them… etc etc. the seeds of self-doubt blossom until they’ve made your mind a garden.

then there’s the whole ‘you're our girlfriend now’ bit that deserves mention. satoru kicked it off and suguru went with it. you didn’t think much of it at first, especially since they both conveniently forgot to fill you in on this major development. after showering, you’ll leave the restroom to find satoru sitting on your bed in his slacks, acting like it’s the most normal thing. they stand on either side of you when you’re traveling by train. suguru’s hand finds yours when navigating busy crowds, his grip gentle while also communicating he won’t let you slip away.

you only find out that you've apparently been their girlfriend for months when satoru complains about the lack of a first kiss. when you understandably express your confusion, he coos over how you're 'acting shy.' suguru isn't much help. he opts for the gaslight route.

"you forgot the evening where we...?" he'll begin, visibly crestfallen. "but i thought... ah, never mind... no, it's nothing, really..."

(the 'evening' in question does not exist, he's trying to confuse you so you're more willing to accept this bombshell).

[vrisrezis]

Yan Gojo kink list pls

Ur wish is my command

- brat taming is huge. Huge. Huge. He’s such a brat in general and loves being put in his place.

- punishments? He likes being punished a lot, which goes hand in hand with brat taming, he likes being put in his place since he’s always so confident.

- size kink? Likes feeling small and weak in comparison to you.

- crying…. He cries a lot during sex idk ok .

-hair pulling is actually pretty big here but it goes hand in hand with brat taming and punishments

- secretly big fan of cockwarming but he will absolutely complain about it everytime

- ORGASM CONTROL HUUUGEEEE

- bondage

- feminization let him be your pretty little doll

- low key would b into roleplay but he’s always mad ridiculous abt it and gets upset when u don’t take him seriously

- masochism lets gooo

- exhibitionism lolll he likes outdoor sex a lot

- shower sex is huge bc he’s a demon from hell

-dirty talk pls he wants to hear how much of a slut he is

- spanking (sorry guys)

- hate/angry sex ohhh my god

- edging but again will complain everytime

[chosos-husband]

Hi! I am starting a new blog. Rn, I write for jjk. However, I’m hoping to get into more fandoms qwq

Rules!!

-Only writing x readers for characters that are 18+. Some characters don’t have like an exact age, like Choso. However, I’m inferring he’s older than 18 based on his appearance and the way he acts.

- Characters that don’t have an explicit age/don’t look at least close to their age, I will call on a case by case basis.

- Characters like Yuji, Megumi, etc. I will simply write in a platonic sense. They are minors and I don’t feel comfortable writing them anything but platonic stuff. Feel free to send platonic requests tho!!

-With this said, I likely won’t write Sukuna much. Like yeah he’s thousands of years old or something but he’s in a 15 year old’s body and I just can’t 💔

-Please don’t spoil things for me. I have finished the anime for jjk. However, I haven’t read anything in the manga. PLEASE DONT SPOIL I BEG 🙏

WON’T WRITE:

-P*dophilia

-R*pe/noncon/subcon. ONLY exception will be if the reader has trauma with s/a like in a comfort fic or something. However, none of my fics will be the active act or anything. Hope that makes sense!

-NSFW

-I*cest

WILL WRITE:

-Yan fanfiction

-Angst(the more I cry writing the better!)

-A lot of AUs!

If you have any questions about what I will write, just ask me! I have no issues with genuine confusion and I will do my best to update rules if there is any confusion!! :)

PLEASE SPAM MY REQUESTS I WANNA START WRITING 💓

[ho-st]

satoru gojo - can't let go

his warm hand caresses your cheek. tenderly massaging the bruise that he created. you cry into his hand, trying to scrape every bit of comfort you can get from the man infront of you. submitting yourself to the seemingly inevitable cycle. “m sorry baby” he says, guilt itching into his quiet, soft voice, unlike how you remember it. “it won’t happen again i promise” his hands cup your face, and you meet his bright blue eyes. you reach out and bring his head to your chest, ruffling his short white hair. letting you forget for just a second that he caused the mark on your face, that he made the bruise around your neck, that he is the one who hurts you. over and over again. you rest your head on top of his pearly white hair and let his familiar scent surround you, you let yourself drown in it.

[ilovemorayeels]

Can you please do Yandere Gojo where his darling accidentally finds his stalker wall where he has all his pictures of them

of course! ty for requesting, enjoy!

Black Roses, in the Middle of an Altar.

a/n: idk why almost everything I write about somehow has coffee in it, I don't even like it lol

type: yandere oneshot

cw: worship (towards reader), gn!reader, yan!satoru, stalking, candid photos, knocking out (towards reader), creepiness, delusional!satoru

word count: 637

Satoru hummed your favorite song as he placed the plastic bottle you drank from in the shrine, another sacred item you bestowed your DNA on. He couldn't be any happier to have another thing you had the honor to bless him with this! Well, not really, he took it from the trashcan after you threw it away. A photo of you, the best one, was right in the middle, shining away all of the other pictures, and a table for everything Satoru is lucky to get his hands on. Napkins, empty water bottles, your mug (which he drinks from everyday), and a shirt he stole from your closet!

Oh, how he wished to see you smile at him. To see your pearly whites beam at him, he's sure he'd melt. Yet you're just another citizen, one who barely knows who he is. But that's alright for Satoru! You can just know him as "the-white-haired-dude-who-seems-to-love-and-do-everything-that-you-like"! He'll be fine with that either way. Little by little, Gojo will have you.

"I'm surprised you know this café, Gojo!" You chirped in delight, holding a fragrant coffee. How did Gojo know this was your favorite coffee shop? It wasn't well-known, only locals and curious tourists who looked further than famous crowded places. It was probably just pure luck...

"I just saw it and I immediately knew you'd like it. I had no idea you even knew of this place!" Satoru lied, his tone slightly straining, annoyed that you two were still in last-name basis. Has he not done enough? Has he not been taking you in enough dates hangouts? Oh well. He drowned his lips in affogato, the bittersweet filling just the right amount of sugar and caffeine in his heart. "Say, how about you visit my house? I have a limited edition brew of the coffee you're drinking right now. I have enough to make a batch for the both of us." He'd been drinking it regularly, thinking it'd bloom the roots of your soon-to-be relationship.

"I'd love to!" You agreed, thinking this was just another attempt that Gojo was making to get you to hang out with him longer. Not that you didn't mind the clinginess, you just never saw someone so interested in hanging out with you for so long (no shade!!).

Before you knew it, you were sitting in a dining table, laughing it up with the strongest with fresh brew. Black roses sat in the middle of the table, though it didn't fit the aesthetic, why would there be gothic looks in a clean modern house? Maybe it's just a preference. You shouldn't be so judgy.

"I need to go to the bathroom, do you mind telling me where it is?" You asked, putting down your coffee.

"Of course, it's just right down the hall." Satoru vaguely waved to the direction.

It felt like a completely different aura in the hallway, creepy, cold. Like everything in your body was telling not to, your legs felt the need to run away, but you marched on. The floor creaked, it was quiet, endless. This must be the door, right? It's the only one you can really think is for a bathroom. You open the door.

You're sleeping. You're working. You're eating. All these memories should only be kept to yourself, you lived alone. But you're right here, in all these photos. And those same dreaded roses that look like the night sky itself in the midst of an altar. Dedicated to you. To show worship towards you.

Satoru. Has. Been. Stalking. You-

"So you found it." He mutters with disappointment, you don't dare look back. He wasn't dumb, he knew where you stumbled upon the moment you entered the room. He has the six eyes after all. "That's alright, I'll be something more to you."

Goodnight, Y/N.

[tulips-moon]

¡Yan! Gojo y Geto x fem lector

Au: escuela secundaria

Advertencias: acoso sexual, forzar a tener intimidad, secuestro, violencia física, sexual y psicológica y tortura

Tú siempre fuiste muy amable con todos, talvez demasiado, pero no importaba cuanto te lastimaran o se aprovecharan de ti, tú siempre cuidarías a la gente como si fueras una madre.

Eras hermosa, sabia, comprensiva y amable; Todo lo que quería Satoru en una chica, pero solo Suguru conocía ese lado inmaduro tullo en el que te comportabas como un niño pequeño que necesitaba ayuda y compañía, en cierto modo Suguru pensaba que debía protegerte hasta de ti misma, pues eras muy dejada y él te amaba y no dejaría que te hicieran daño nunca.

Satoru y Suguru eran los chicos perfectos, guapos, poderosos, con mucho dinero e inteligentes, pero no eran tan perfectos como parecía, eran crueles, psicópatas, sádicos, desalmados e incluso llegaron a pensar que eran sociopatías, pero luego... Te vieron a ti cada uno obsesionándose de ti por motivos distintos, pero a sus ojos eras simplemente perfecta.

Ibas rumbo a la secundaria corriendo apurada, llegabas muy tarde y talvez no te dejarían entrar, pero tú corriste preocupada. Un carro lindo, un Ford Mustang negro con los vidrios polarizados, el conductor bajo la ventanilla y lo reconociste, era el conductor personal de Satoru, Jacob. Él te dijo con una voz nerviosa y llena de culpa que te hizo sospechar un poco

Jacob: "Suba... Señorita"

Te subiste sin discutir mucho, te sentaste en medio de Satoru y Suguru con una sonrisa

Satoru: "Sabes... Esto será por tu bien cariño" Suguru: "Lo lamento, pero... es que me emociona mucho tenerte solo para nosotros" Y/N: "¿D-de que hablan chicos? M-me están asustando..."

Miraste con el rabillo del ojo al conductor que parecía preocupado y sintiéndose muy culpable, pero no tenía opción, nadie la tenía contra Satoru y Suguru. Ellos decidían y tenían todo lo que querían, como a ti.

Sentiste como te dieron un golpe en la cabeza que te noqueo, poco después te levantaste en shock en un cuarto oscuro, pero bonito, decorado con tus cosas favoritas. Estabas encadenada a la pared, tus cadenas a lo mucho te permitirían ir hasta tu tocador y de regreso.

{parte 1/3]

Quiero hacer esto en 3 cortas partes para ver si les gusta la idea y entonces ponerla en marcha con todo su potencial. Gracias por leer <3, si te gusta da me gusta pliss

[mamayan]

Gojo Satoru is a Milf fucker

[gojoest]

creep satoru is venturing into soft yan territory and i just want to say I'm here for it. Thank you and your anons, for the service and sharing your thoughts with the rest of us

thank you, friend 🤍 very pleased to know there are ppl who enjoy these little rambles!! the anons always come up with such great ideas and i am grateful for them

[wisecura]

Pretty

Suguru x fem-reader p.3, p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.4

Summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN: thank you for reading!

Warning: Yandere behaviors, use caution

the show goes on

You’d finally made it to the end of the year, completing “weaker” missions and steadily developing your cursed technique.

Your relationship with your classmates remained strained, their behavior even more skittish around you than before. Even after you confronted Satoru for his teasing, it didn’t seem to change much.

It hurt to feel them pulling away, nearly shunning you, but you told yourself not to expect too much. If they were that easily intimidated, maybe they hadn’t been worth calling friends in the first place.

Most of your free time was spent with the third years, either hanging out or training. Satoru, ever the prodigy, was improving at a staggering pace. Mastering his domain expansion and reversed curse technique.

You couldn't help but fawn over how cool it was, asking plenty of questions. Which, in turn, fed his massive ego. Much to Geto’s chronic migraine’s displeasure.

You had also managed to get closer to Geto. The dude still made you feel unbearably shy, especially when you made eye contact a second too long.

You couldn’t tell why exactly he had you weak in the knees, whether it be his broody yet pleasant presence. Or maybe it was the absolute perfection that was his face.

Not to mention he nearly toppled you in size and sheer strength.

And did you mention his eyes? So dark, they seemed to pull you in any chance they got.

And his voice? Deep and timber, occasionally purring out yours or your brother’s names.

He wouldn’t ever know just how much you enjoyed hearing your last name roll from his lips. Not for Satoru, but for you.

The way his face would soften when speaking to you would make your heart thump erratically, and your ears go red. It was best just to keep your distance if you didn’t want Satoru to pick up on your little attraction.

After your little spat with Satoru, you two had, somehow, become closer.

Suguru wasn’t necessarily thrilled with how often you and Satoru bickered or teased each other. Or with how Satoru seemed to constantly spoil you. The only good thing that came out of it was that you spent more of your free time with Satoru.

Which, by extension, meant with him.

It made things easier for Suguru, allowing him to jump into your conversations and tease you just as much as Satoru did. He liked to think it helped you grow closer to him—at least, he hoped so.

He was a little ashamed to admit, but he was getting increasingly jealous of the way you would cling to Satoru. It was weird saying he was jealous of his best friend, especially when it had to do with you, his little sister.

But It didn't help that you still referred to him as “Geto”, yet so lovingly called Satoru - “Toru” on a regular basis. Your constant little hugs, and touchiness never met Suguru. And if anything you seemed a little wary of him.

He tried. He really tried. Suguru wanted to bridge the gap between you, but it was hard to find a moment to talk when you were so shy and Satoru’s ever-watchful eye never strayed far.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t learning about you, though. He’d often find ways to isolate your conversations, sending Satoru on drink runs or tracking you down when Satoru wasn’t with you. It wasn’t anything too deep, but just enough to scratch that itch.

Suguru had picked up on so much during the time you’d spent around him. He knew your favorite food, your favorite color, even your favorite video game—which, unsurprisingly, was also Satoru’s.

Being his best friend's sister, you shared many of the same likelihoods as your brother, which wasn't all that surprising considering how close the two of you were.

But despite all your similarities, Suguru was surprised to find just as many differences between the two of you.

One particular conversation—the first heavier one Suguru subtly pried from you—you admitted that your childhood hadn’t been as easy as Satoru’s. You didn’t phrase it that bluntly, but in the way your voice wavered and the words you chose, it slipped out. You mentioned, almost casually, that you were never well-liked around the estate.

Suguru didn’t press, but he didn’t need to. The pieces fell into place easily enough, and he made his own quiet assumptions. The loneliness in your tone, the careful way you spoke about it—it all told him more than you realized.

What struck him most, though, was when you let it slip that Satoru was the only reason you’d ended up at Jujutsu Tech, having never left the compound before coming here. That revelation explained a lot—the guarded way you carried yourself, the dim outlook on life you tried so hard to mask.

It didn’t escape Suguru’s notice that you weren’t keen on sharing this side of yourself with Satoru. Around him, you kept your conversations light, carefully steering away from anything too heavy. Suguru wondered if that was out of habit, pride, or a desire to protect Satoru from the parts of yourself you didn’t think he’d understand.

When Suguru had subtly inquired about your thoughts on marriage and the ever-watchful shadow of your big brother, it wasn’t surprising when you admitted to feeling a little suffocated.

Through the conversation, he discovered there were places you longed to visit, experiences you wanted to try. You even admitted to hoping for love one day, maybe even settling down—a confession that surprised him more than he let on. He didn’t comment, though, only nodding quietly as you spoke, listening intently. In the life of a sorcerer, he thought, desires like those always seemed impossibly far away.

But for Suguru, listening wasn’t enough.

He craved more.

More interactions. More moments. More you.

If he were closer to you, he might have told you he’d promise to take you to those places, to give you the life you dreamed of—free from responsibilities, free from curses, free from anything that weighed you down.

He knew, deep down, that when it came to you, he’d be no better than Satoru. He’d give you anything you wanted, without hesitation.

And that thought unsettled him. Suguru had always been so righteous, so firmly grounded in his role as a protector and a cog in the larger machine. He was supposed to follow the path set before him, to do what was right and necessary. Yet, lately, he found himself questioning things he didn’t fully understand—like why the idea of settling down with someone like you seemed to tug at the edges of his mind.

Your warm, bubbly energy was… distracting. It was unlike anything he was used to, and it left him feeling off balance, unsure of himself. He wasn’t supposed to cling to anyone—not like Satoru did with you. So why did he feel that same pull, as if he wanted to be the one standing closest to you?

If he tried to put those feelings into words, he wasn’t even sure what they’d sound like. He didn’t know if it was admiration, fascination, or something deeper entirely. And if he did try to tell you—whatever this was—it would only hurt to have you laugh it off, leaving him even more confused. So he said nothing, letting the unsettling thoughts linger in silence.

“Toru, aren’t we headed home tomorrow? Why aren’t you packing yet?” you asked, exasperation clear in your tone as you stood in his doorway, arms crossed.

“Oh, my sweet little imouto! I’ve got a surprise for you!” Satoru replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, his trademark grin plastered across his face as he continued rummaging through his belongings, completely ignoring the chaos of his still-messy room.

You sighed, unimpressed, your eyes narrowing slightly. “A surprise isn’t going to magically pack your stuff.”

Suguru sat lazily on the floor, leaning against Satoru’s bed, watching the exchange with an amused expression.

Suguru’s gaze never left you, steady and burning, as you tracked your brother’s sporadic movements across the chaotic room. It was easier to keep your attention on Satoru than to let your thoughts stray to the man silently observing you from across the room.

“What is it now, Toru? You were supposed to start packing days ago,” you huffed, stepping further into the mess. Your eyes scanned the floor littered with clothes, books, and random odds and ends.

“You’ll never keep a girlfriend with a nasty room like this,” you added, shooting him a look of exaggerated disgust as your gaze lingered on the stash of sweets piled high on his nightstand.

That earned a low chuckle from Suguru.

Your stomach twisted at the sound, but you stubbornly kept your focus on Satoru, forcing your eyes not to stray toward the source of your unease—the man leaning casually against the bed, watching you as if you were the most interesting thing in the room.

Ignoring your complaints, Satoru continued rummaging through his things, undeterred. “Well, I’ll have you know, this is probably the best surprise you’ll ever get,” he said with a dramatic pout.

You sighed, already caving. “And what could it be? Did you get me a new phone? I heard they cam—”

“Ugh, no!” Satoru cut you off, shooting you an exaggerated pout and flailing his arms in the air like a petulant child. Always so dramatic.

When you rolled your eyes at him, he ignored you completely, diving into a long-winded rant about how “ungrateful” and “spoiled” you were.

Suguru, still perched nearby, smirked at the display but said nothing, clearly enjoying the show. Meanwhile, you just crossed your arms and waited for Satoru to run out of steam, fully aware it could take a while.

You stepped out of the car, taking in the sight of the gated estate before you. Satoru’s “little” surprise turned out to be a not-so-small estate near the school.

“It’s like a basecamp for work,” he explained with a smug grin. “I need something close by and in the area. And of course, something that would suit my cute little imouto.”

You should’ve expected this. Nothing Satoru did was ever small.

Still, you were gracious. This meant more freedom—no need to return home. But you knew there was a catch. Satoru probably expected you to stay with him, even after you graduated. It wasn’t just a house; it was a house he had complete access to.

But despite everything, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was. A sprawling open garden surrounded by trees and flowers. Several spacious rooms. A kitchen and living area big enough to entertain anyone Satoru deemed important—or, more likely, just himself.

“Only the best for you, imouto,” Satoru said, his tone dripping with pride.

You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes at his smug expression, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Suguru had been invited to spend part of the summer with you and Satoru, and to your surprise, he accepted. This summer was shaping up to be entirely different from any you’d experienced before—your first time swimming at the beach, visiting tourist attractions in Japan, and most importantly, your first summer not spent alone with just Satoru.

The estate felt almost magical at night, bathed in the glow of the high moon. You made your way into the kitchen quietly, a bad habit of midnight snacking that you’d never quite grown out of. Barefoot, you padded across the cool floors, clutching your prized snack, before slipping outside to the patio.

Settling down, you slung your feet over the edge, savoring the peace of the night air.

“Late-night snack?”

The deep voice startled you so badly that you nearly dropped your food. Your heart lurched, and you turned quickly, expecting Satoru—but instead, there was Suguru, leaning casually in the doorway, the faintest of smiles on his face.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” he replied, his voice low, steady, and far too amused.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” Suguru replied, his voice low, steady, and tinged with amusement.

You tried to compose yourself, but it wasn’t easy under his gaze. Sure, Satoru was undeniably one of the most handsome guys you knew, but Suguru? He could easily give him a run for his money.

Internally, you freaked out, realizing you’d been caught mid-snack raid. If Satoru caught wind of this, he'd throw a fit—not because you were out late, but because you'd snuck sweets again. He'd been on a mission to limit your sugar intake after lecturing you about how it would rot your teeth. Hypocritical, considering he practically lived off sugar, but in his house, his word was final.

You couldn’t quite explain why your heart was racing so fast or why it thundered so loudly in your ears. Nor could you ignore the subtle thrill of excitement that came with seeing Suguru there.

You’d read plenty of mushy romance stories and endured countless rom-com marathons with Satoru, but none of that compared to what you felt right then. It was a little sad, really, how easily you were affected.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized you’d been staring until Suguru’s deep voice called out your name.

Your first name.

Your brain stalled for a moment, completely forgetting the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach. He’d crossed a line you hadn’t expected him to, and the way he purred your name sent a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, he approached, his movements deliberate and careful, almost predatory, like he was afraid you’d bolt if he got too close too quickly. It had your stomach tying itself into tighter knots.

A blush crept across your cheeks, your thighs squirming slightly as you glanced away, unable to hold his gaze. You didn’t want him to see you like this—flustered, vulnerable—but it was too late for that.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Suguru said smoothly, his tone impossibly soft yet teasing. “I was actually craving something sweet. Mind if I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the heat in your cheeks only grew as you nodded shyly, unable to find your voice.

It struck you as funny—Suguru, craving something sweet? You distinctly remembered Satoru grumbling once about how Suguru hated sweets. But before you could dwell on that thought, your heart stuttered again as Suguru’s eyes flicked down to the snacks clutched in your arms. At this rate, you were sure to have a heart attack any day now. At least this wouldn’t get back to Satoru… right?

Suguru didn’t wait for a response, stepping closer until he was at your side, towering over you effortlessly. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that left you breathless, almost predatory, though you reminded yourself it was probably just aimed at the snacks.

Before you could react, he snagged one of the bags from your arms, his movement so swift you barely registered what had happened. By the time you processed it, he’d already made himself comfortable on the patio floor, leaning casually against the pillar, just inches away from you.

Your eyes narrowed in annoyance. Sure, you were used to Satoru stealing your food all the time, but your favorite snack? That was a low blow. You bit back the snarky comment on the tip of your tongue and cautiously took a seat, keeping a safe bit of distance between you.

Suguru glanced at you, a faint smile playing at his lips, and you found it impossibly hard not to stare.

“You want some?” he offered, holding up the bag of sweets he’d taken.

“Well, yeah, that’s why I grabbed them,” you mumbled, pouting.

His light chuckle—a sound far too angelic for someone with such a teasing streak—made your heart flutter. Before you could question why he hesitated, Suguru leaned in, holding a piece from the bag up to your lips.

You blinked, surprised, but didn’t pull away. His fingers brushed your lips softly as he fed you and then retreated, the brief touch sending sparks across your lips. You chewed without hesitation—Satoru did this sort of thing all the time, so it wasn’t completely out of line for Suguru to do the same.

Monkey see, monkey do, you reasoned.

And yet, his fingers on your lips lingered in your mind far longer than they should have. Your cheeks warmed, a blush spreading as those familiar knots twisted tighter in your stomach.

Suguru, however, continued eating like nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the lull in conversation.

“I won’t tell your brother about this,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You stiffened, panic creeping in. What was he talking about—

“Your midnight snack run,” he clarified with a smirk, clearly catching the way you tensed.

Your face burned hotter as you realized he’d noticed your worry. You scowled slightly, but the butterflies didn’t subside. Did it even matter what he was teasing about when this model of a man was sitting so casually beside you, as if the moment meant nothing?

Once again, your conversation flowed naturally, the tension from before easing into something almost comfortable.

Suguru felt a deep, quiet satisfaction when you didn’t correct him for using your first name. That simple allowance gave him more confidence than he cared to admit. He decided he’d make a habit of it, letting your name roll off his tongue more often as he tested the boundaries between you.

He’d keep crossing those invisible lines, as long as you let him, with as much subtlety as he could manage.

But more than anything, he hoped—prayed—that one day, he’d hear you say his name in return.

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[ddarker-dreams]

regarding my last post. i've decided it's canonical in the yan branch of golden girl that satoru asks everyone (you, him, and suguru) to place their votes on if you should be their girlfriend. the consensus permanently sits at 2-1 regardless of your lobbying.

[vrisrezis]

Imagine dealing with yan Gojo AND Geto... One hyperactive kid and one that somehow u share home with

Bro shit is crazy the only reason i can see them sharing u is cuz they’re so close (and they probably like eachother as well) honestly both yans are very possessive and jealous when it comes to their love. However I think they can actually calm eachother down very well. I think geto is always good at calming down gojo whenever he’s being jealous and causing a scene, (you might be as well but if you’re not accommodating to him…) geto always tries to get you two to come to a compromise.

But when geto is jealous gojo is just like “see.. this is why y/n loves me more..:)” but teasing aside he is so confident in your guys relationship so he’s just like “it’s fine! Why would y/n ever betray us? We’re the best thing they’ll ever get.”

So yea generally speaking I think they help eachother out a lot when they’re being jealous of others but … when they’re jealous of eachother … watch out bruh 😭