#also this post came about because i keeping thinking back to gojo's eyes and how he has sort of a connection to the void

[arminsumi]

S. GOJO ★ DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN MY FANTASIES?

Pairing : fem reader / teacher!Gojo

Synopsis : Gojo j*rking off to fantasies of you until eventually the two of you do it together on a phone call.

Warnings/tags : 🔞 smut, solo male m*sturbation, p*rnstar fantasy, d!ck visuals, big d!ck Gojo, risky m*sturbation (office), slight perv behavior, toys, breeding kink, use of sl*t, dirty talk, m*sturbating on phone call, pillow humping, mutual m*sturbation, phone sex

Note : lol this is the post that got accidentally published once. i hate tumblr mobile!! 😿 i still want to edit the original bc it has some juicy stuff. but i put some of it into this 😈

Library | Gojo

The first time he does it, he doesn't actually realize that he's fantasizing about you. You enter his mind randomly one night as he winds down after a long day of teaching. He naturally slides his hands down his pants.

Satoru starts massaging his growing hard-on through the fabric. His big hand wraps around the veiny shaft and he gives it a few squeezes, sighing at the sensation.

Satoru hastily unbuckles his belt and slides it off with a whip-like snap, pale veiny hands rolling it neatly before setting it down on the table besides his bed. Those pale veiny hands quickly push down the hem of his pants and grab the base of his stiff cock.

He starts stroking it slowly up and down, with his eyes closed in relaxation and his other hand snuggled behind his head.

Jerking off leisurely, not rushing at all, just enjoying how it feels to pleasure himself with his own hand.

He pictures you naked. It's just a brief thought. He grumbles at himself and shakes the image out of his mind, as if he was indulging in a taboo act.

You're the teacher he works alongside. Every day you greet him with that sweet smile and kind voice that makes his heart tick. You're so innocent and untainted, he holds back from imagining you lewdly even though he really wants to.

He bites his lip at the thought of you.

Today was hard for him, you know, because your tight uniform seemed... especially tight. He commented on it in the afternoon, of course very subtly;

"Nice tits." he flirted jokingly. But his eyes were glued to your breasts like he'd never seen a pair before.

"Thanks. My uniform shrunk in the wash." you giggled in response.

"Ah, I see." he nodded understandingly, gulping when you bent over to pick something up — even if you tried to keep your skirt down, it still rose up your thighs just enough for him to find out that you wore a G-string.

The image of your body is stuck in his head now, when he's all alone in his king-sized bed.

It makes him cum. And he cums gently, letting out a barely audible grunt of breath while it dribbles out of his cockhole and runs down his shaft.

He swipes some cum off the underside of his cock and sucks it off his finger, tasting himself. Then he falls asleep like a baby, not thinking too deeply on the fact that he came to the thought of you.

****

The next few times get more and more intense.

His cock feels so much better when you're on his mind. Even when he's in a risky setting... like his office.

Though no one would dare to walk into Gojo Satoru's office without permission, there's still the risk that you could just burst into the room — maybe to complain about him slacking off.

He thinks about the risk, and it turns him on more... his cock twitches at the fantasy of you walking in on him stroking his big cock while sat in his office, long legs spread wide and head tilted back in ecstasy.

You'd find out the obvious but dirty fact that even Gojo Satoru needs to let off steam every now and then. He's not just a teacher all the time, he's also a frustratedly horny man.

Satoru squeezes the tip of his cock and clenches his jaw.

The angry veins decorating his shaft are all raised. His cock pulses harder at the thought of you walking through his office doors — he'd love to see your reaction. Would your mouth drop open? You'd find out just how huge his cock is. Would you offer to help? Nah, that only happens in porn, right? He keeps fantasizing about the scenario as if you and him are two pornstars on set.

In this fantasy, you're just sooo shocked and thirsty for Gojo Satoru's big cock, you can't help but ride him in his office even though you risk the whole school hearing the skin slapping and moans.

He pumps his fist up and down his cock faster. You know, originally he intended to nap — he rarely gets any sleep because of much he's needed in the Jujutsu world. But for some reason, after passing you by in the corridors, he got an angry boner that just wouldn't go away.

Working up a sweat under his black uniform, Satoru slumps down in the chair while totally getting lost in his pornstar fantasy of you. He gets too hot so he splits open his jacket and unbuttons his expensive shirt until his abs are exposed. It's funny, he's slowly turning into a performer... and all he's doing is just jerking off alone for himself.

"Fuck." he mutters under his breath.

He orgasms so hard while thinking of you deepthroating him that his toes curl — that never happens. Cum splatters on his abs and he breathes heavily.

You knock on the door and he gets shocked out of his skull.

"Gojo? I have those files you requested." you spoke through the door, "Can I come in?"

"Shit uh, wait! Just give me a second!" he yells, hurryingly cleaning his cum off his abs with a tissue.

He hastily discards the tissue, and buttons up his shirt, leaving a slit of his chest exposed to catch your eye, and calls for you, "Come in."

You swish your hips when you walk in, and it drives him nuts. He acts ordinarily, like he wasn't just getting off to a wild fantasy of you, his co-worker.

"Here they are." you say, and set the files down on his desk.

"Thanks." he stares at you hard.

You'd look so good bent over my desk.

"Gojo?"

"Yup?"

"You look flushed, do you have a fever?" you ask innocently.

He swallows and replies shakily, "Nah, I'm good. I was just... doing push-ups."

"In your... office? Fully clothed?" you eye him out confusedly.

He makes a cute, dumb face and shrugs his shoulders.

****

Satoru's made jerking off part of his nightly routine. It helps him sleep. And he also can't help himself; you're more in his life now than ever, he keeps your company often and his feelings are growing quick.

He's laid in bed.

His lips part erotically and his legs tremble as he furiously jerks off. Suddenly, he shoots forward and groans "Fuck!", cumming hard all over his crotch.

Satoru's cock doesn't want him to sleep tonight. It stands up again a few minutes after he cleans up his cum and rolls onto his side to sleep. He grumbles and tosses around, hoping his boner will go away.

But it doesn't.

So he starts grinding his cock into the bed, whimpering your name into his pillow. Why is he whimpering your name? And why can't he stop himself?

He scrunches up the duvet and humps it, ass muscles tensing with each rough thrust. The friction isn't enough, he starts stroking it with his hand.

But even that isn't satisfying enough.

I need a fleshlight so bad.

He squeezes his cock tight, massages his fat balls, switches hands even, does everything he can. But his cock is needy for more and his orgasm refuses to come along.

Satoru grumbles and stops, glaring up at the ceiling for a good long while before coming up with an idea.

He props a pillow and buries his heavy cock into it. Then he plants two big hands on it, grabbing it as if it's your hips, and thrusts his greedy cock back and forth.

The bed squeaks under the force of the Strongest's hard thrusts. He fucks the pillow and talks dirty to it in his mind, pretending it's you.

"Just let me have your pussy, please."

"You wanna have my babies? Of course you do. Slut."

"That's it, lay there and let me knock you up."

The thought of you squeezing his muscular biceps in your tiny hands is what makes him cum. He groans and clenches his teeth, jawline becoming super defined as he cums into the crinkled up pillow. His gooey cum spills out and stains the fabric.

He gets hit with a wave of post-nut clarity. "What the fuck..." he pushes his hair out of his eyes.

His forehead is sweaty, his chest is heaving, and he feels so guilty for getting off to you again.

****

So Gojo Satoru bought a fleshlight after that frustrating night. He rushed to leave work early, so you caught him.

"Don't be lazy, 'Toru." you frowned, "You're really gonna let me finish this paperwork all by myself?"

The doe eyes you gave him stuck in his mind. All he replied with was a suspicious chuckle and a lame excuse.

"I'm so tired, gimme a break just this once, please?" he pleaded, feeling his blood rush south. You looked especially good.

"Alright, fine then. Get some rest, okay?" you said caringly, letting him off.

He squeezes his cock into the pocket pussy and pumps it up and down quick, relishing in the sound of lube squelching.

The toy is too small for his big cock, but he likes that. It makes him think about how tight you'd be — oh damn it, there he goes again thinking of you when he really shouldn't be.

"I know it's too big, baby, but take it please..." he's dirty talking to you in his mind.

Satoru's got an unsuspecting kinky side to his personality, and it really shows as he fucks his toy. His heavy balls slap against the silicone, causing lube to squirt out.

He momentarily stills inside to suck the sticky cherry lube off his finger, imagining it's your juices. Thinking of how you taste makes his cock twitch, and he starts up with his pounding thrusts again, grunting under his breath and clenching his jaw.

Satoru's got an awful breeding kink. He once told you at a Christmas party that he hoped to start a family one day. Now suddenly as his orgasm works up with each thrust, he thinks back on your response;

"Me too, I'd love to have a big family."

He groans and twists your words in his fantasy; "Cum inside me, Satoru! Gimme your babies!"

"Fuck." he hisses, cumming hard inside the fleshlight.

Once isn't enough, he keeps filling it until he works up a sweat and his cock tires out.

After cleaning his cum out the toy, he washes his face in the bathroom and leans over the sink, shaking his head at himself for thinking of you saying such lewd things.

****

Fact: Satoru sleeps naked.

When passing the mirror in the mornings, he rubs his eyes and takes a moment to check himself out. He flexes his abs, and then a raunchy fantasy brews in his mind;

What if she rode my abs? Could I make her cum like that.

"Oh my god." he mutters out loud, rubbing his face in annoyance at his own horniness.

He slides on his sweatpants without underwear — cock too big, you know, gotta let it breathe without underwear. And he goes to the kitchen to make an super-sweetened coffee.

But his boner is annoying him. It stands up, making a bulging tent out of his sporty sweatpants.

Abandoning his coffee, Satoru gets his fleshlight and tapes it to the kitchen countertop, and squirts lube into it until it oozes out. He likes it sloppy.

Still thinking hard about the fantasy of you riding his abs, he lubes his abs up and caresses them slowly, feeling up and down his chest and tweaking his pink nipples for a bit before paying his cock attention.

"That's it, ride my abs. I know you like them."

He'd love to see you humping on his stomach like it's your pillow. As he slides into the fleshlight and slowly pumps in and out of it, he wonders how you touch yourself. Do you use toys, or your fingers? Do you take your time?

Pressing his two palms flat on the kitchen countertop, Satoru starts fucking the fleshlight harder and harder until the squelching sound is loud enough to reach his ears.

He's starting to think more deeply about you — how soft and warm your cunt must feel. How it would squish under the weight of his heavy cock. He'd definitely slap his cock onto your tummy to show you how much cock you were about to take inside.

Without thinking, he brokenly moans your name as he cums hard.

****

One night, you're on a call with Satoru. He lays back on his bed, long legs stretched out. Even though you're talking business stuff, the sound of your voice gets him hard and he rolls over — soft grunts carry through the phone to you.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Moving around. You were saying?"

As you keep talking, Satoru starts subconsciously humping his pillow.

"Ugh, fuck..."

"What was that?"

"Sorry, got a cramp." he lies, sensitive cock twitching against the pillow.

He humps it harder and harder, sometimes slowing or stopping to reply to something you say.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're breathing heavily."

"Yeah, just... working out."

"... what's with you and working out so often? Didn't you work out in your office the other day? Freak." you giggle.

Your giggle makes his dick throb. He smiles guiltily.

"I've just been enjoying myself lately... um, with exercising." he speaks, voice sounding oddly sultry.

He keeps sliding his cock back and forth on the pillow. You return to the previous topic of grading problems, and he listens intently.

"What do you think, Satoru?"

He lets out a squeaky grunt that could easily be excused as one of those noises you make during exercise.

"Couldn't hear you, c-can you repeat that?"

"(blablablagradingsomethingsomething) Satoru." he hears you say his name at the end again and it brings his orgasm closer.

He nearly chokes as he swallows. "Yeahhh that sounds g-good... so good. Ugh, fuck."

"Satoru?"

He cums so hard hearing you call his name. As his cum spurts out, he pretends like nothing's happening and keeps talking to you in a shaky voice. A few seconds pass and he speaks a little more normally.

"Must be some work out routine to make you swear like that." you joke, voice suggesting that you knew exactly what he just did.

"Uh... y-yeah." he acts a fool. His face burns red hot realizing that he just possibly fucked up big time.

"Well, you're probably all sweaty and gross. Why don't you go shower and I'll call you back?" you suggest.

His heart beats hard and he cringes at himself. "Yeah, I think I'll go do that..." he looks down at his cum staining pillow. "... wish you could join me." he mutters under his breath.

"Wow," you giggle. "I didn't think you liked me in that way."

He grins, cheek squishing against his phone screen. "Sorry for being a perv."

"Not at all. I like the attention you give me."

His heart flutters. Well since the mood is set, he thinks, maybe he should prod and see how far he can take this.

"Do you think of me when you're alone in bed?" he asks.

When you hesitate to reply, he gets a little nervous.

"More than I'm willing to admit." you reply.

He smirks. "Oh yeah?" he flusters you with his deepened voice. "What do you fantasize about?"

"Mmm, come find out." you tease.

His boner is sticking up, begging for some relief.

"... I'm hard."

"Yeah, I'm wet."

"Uh... do you mind if I...?"

"Exercise?" you joke.

He giggles guiltily, "Yeah."

"... why don't we do it together?"

He widens his eyes and blanks for a second.

"You wanna touch yourself with me?" he asks in disbelief.

"I am already." you reply.

He chokes up, "Oh."

"So... what exactly were you doing earlier?" you ask suggestively, rubbing yourself through your panties slowly.

Satoru hums, "You wanna know my exercise routine?"

"Haha, yeah..."

"... I was just fucking my pillow. I never usually do that unless I'm really sensitive."

"Oh, so my voice got you sensitive?" you tease.

"Maybe." he replies breathily.

Precum beads out of the tip of his cock, enough to make a squelching sound as he jerks his hand only up and down the first few inches of his cock.

"... are you going fast or slow?" you ask.

"Kinda fast..."

"... okay, then I'll go faster, too."

Satoru listens intently, desperate to hear you moan. When he puts you on speaker, he can hear how wet you are.

"A-are you using a toy?" he asks, hearing some sort of thrusting action through the phone.

"Yeah... I'm trying to hit my G-spot but it's hard. Wish you could come help me." you pout and he can hear that cute pout.

"Shit, I'd love to. H-hold on a minute, will ya sweetheart? I wanna use my toy too. Keep touching yourself, don't stop."

Satoru hears your soft noises as he reaches over into his bed-side table drawer to fish out his toy and lube.

He hastily lubes up the fleshlight and slides into it. "Fuck..."

Biting on the hem of his shirt, Satoru exposes his flexing abs as he fucks his fleshlight loud enough for you to hear. He lazily tugs his shirt off with one hand, never stopping his thrusts.

"Satoru, I'm really close already..."

"I-it's okay. I can cum q-quick if you just say my name."

You can hear him pounding into the toy harder when you start moaning his name. All he needs to tip over is for you to announce your orgasm, and then he lets out a low growl and rolls his eyes back, releasing a hot load of cum.

His balls are squished up against the entrance of the toy as he stuffs every inch inside. And then oops, the poor toy breaks.

"Haha, fuck." you hear him

You ease out of your orgasm state and come back to reality. Oh, did you just have phone sex with Gojo Satoru?

"What happened?" you ask.

"I broke my toy." he replies smugly.

You laugh, "Oh, that's unfortunate." you say, "Well, if you need a new toy come pick me up tomorrow and take me out on a date."

"Wow."

© arminsumi

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[hypothesiscosmos]

Wondering if Akutami is also a fan of Type-Moon's other works, like apparently in an interview that Curtains were based on Fate's Reality Marble, so does that mean there's also bits of other things that were influenced by Tsukihime and Kara no Kyoukai...

[chosotallgf]

UNEXPECTED TURN - CHOSO KAMO [chapter 1]

SUMMARIZE.. y/n never bothered getting to know choso after the shibuya incident happened and he became an ally to jujutsu high but what happens when he decides to try and get to know her on a personal level and they start getting put on mission together

TAGS.. choso x fem!reader, shibuya incident arc spoilers!!, post shibuya incident au, character dearth mentioned, slow burn, smut, angst, reader is a sorcerer, oral sex, masturbation + more

A/N.. hi this is my first fanfic ever also I posted it on A03 under the same username. keep in mind I’m a beginner at writing lol. like & rebolgs are appreciated | DONT NOT REUPLOAD :D

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you and choso where out having lunch discussing your plans for an upcoming mission later that day. It’s been half a year since the shibuya incident, even after the many deaths that took place that night you ended up finding yourself making a new connection later down the line

choso become an ally for jujutsu high short after the incident, first it started off with you two getting place together to go on small missions together outside of Tokyo. When you first heard of the idea of you and choso being partner up you weren’t a big fan of it, everyone seem to connect well off of first interaction and start to enjoy choso company especially after finding out that he is yuji half brother but you? barely even talk/avoided him outside of missions.

“what are you thinking about”? choso asked as he saw your blank expression as you two were waiting on the food to come out “Huh? oh.. just that how much I hate working with you that’s all” you softly smirk at him. you love teasing choso so often that become y’all daily thing to do to each other. One day after you and choso got back from a mission you were about to head out of jujutsu high until you heard fast steps catching up to you.

“hey.. um y/n you have a moment?” choso asked awkward while scratching the back of his head. you then turn around and sign “yeah what is it?” choso honestly wasn’t sure how he should approach you, when y’all get sent on mission its just strictly about the mission no personal stuff about each other lives, nothing.

he kinda took the hint that you didn’t want to conversation about anything outside of that 3 weeks after the incident when you both were on the train headed to koyto and he asked how long you been a sorcery at jujutsu high and you responded with “why do you care just let’s just do our jobs, the faster the better”

every since then choso didn’t dare to bring up anything after that until the day he generally was curious and had enough of this ‘only talk during and about the mission thing’ he wasn’t a pushy person but he can bet there has to be more to you than this nonchalant mask you are pulling because of the story’s yuji told him when he himself first started out and you and gojo teach him. he had to know why you were so casual with everyone but not him

“Sorry to bother you y/n, don’t take this the wrong way but did I genuinely do something to offend you? every since I came to jujutsu high and going on mission I feel like you been bothered by my presence of that makes any sense” your response could go south either way choso though he didn’t know if you would just curse him out or just turn around and keep ignoring him like you been. “Are you that much of new puppy that you need everyone attention and become friends?”

“hey wait a min don’t go yet” as you turned your head a little bit choso could see your eyes get glossy. “Let me go pls” you barley spoke. A single tear fell down your face. “I’m sorry if it’s becaus-“ choso was about to finish his sentence until gojo loudly interrupted them.

“Heyy choso how have you been? Oh y/n you there too? did you file the last mission yet I haven’t seen it yet if you did” gojo said when he got a glimpse of your hair behind choso back as he was walking up to y’all. as soon as you heard gojo voice you quickly pull your wrist back from choso and he let go.

you then quickly rush off campus and into your car. “Hey come back” choso shouted. You thought how embarrassing that was,now you wouldn’t even dare show your face in front of choso now after he seen you in that state. “I guess she really doesn’t like doing reports after all” gojo said confused.

part 2 coming soon… don’t forget to like & reblog :)

[lu-dao-writes]

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚜!𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ- Nanami as an incubus and his relationship with you! With Gojo on the side. (Idek what this summary is😭)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈) / 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 ♡ ˊˎ-  Incubus Nanami & Gojo, Gojo being Nanami’s wingman fr, gender neutral reader, black coded reader, Nanami being stubborn, themes of sex, mentions of Nanami touching himself, & switches of povs.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒜/𝒩 ♡ ˊˎ- I’m a slut for this man, what can I say y’all✋🏼😔? But spooky season is upon us and I’m thinking about supernatural shit and dark themes✨ But idk what happened to the form of this? Listen, I’m at the airport waiting for my flight and I’m bored and want this out lmao🤪. I’m hoping to do a part 2 where it’s more smutty based, but smut is hard y’all😩. I appreciate all the likes on my last post btw!🙏🏼🥺💕. Minors/ ageless blogs DNI please and lemme know any mistakes or missed tags.

He’s not fond of his nature, but he has learned to live with it. I mean he has to lmao.

He’s stubborn with his feeding schedule, and his a little picky. As usual Kento is more worried about getting that bread.

Gojo gets on his head about not taking care of himself (of course in a more playful/blasé manner, but he cares his Nanamin).

Gojo also knows when he hasn’t fed because it shows in Nanami’s appearance first before it show in his attitude.

His eyes gets a bit sunken in, the dark circles get darker, his hair looks dull, then he gets more uncanny from there if prolonged (which hasn’t happened, Nanami’s not that careless)

Then comes the attitude! Nanami’s patience grows very thin and he’s a mixture of tired, weak, & hungry. His already sharp and witty quips at Gojo become more sharper and a bit meaner, but nothing that goes over the line.

He’s not down for Gojo’s games essentially. Even more so now😗.

When he meets you, you were his server at this cute little cat cafe that Gojo dragged him to (he didn’t give the man a chance to say no).

Nanami doesn’t mind cats, he’s just not looking forward to getting their fur out from his clothes.

But you were a sight for sore eyes. Every inch of you being taken in by Nanami’s shade covered eyes and that familiar hunger in his belly rose its ugly head slightly.

He had to swallow hard and remind himself to actually answer you and remember his order.

He ignores Gojo’s knowing smirk and childish little prods at his ankles, instead focusing on his beverage of choice and listening to your voice as you take Gojo’s order. Once you’re gone is when he gripes at him.

Your voice, no matter how it sounds, is soothing and appealing to his ears, and your scent…

It’s what keeps him coming back.

All the cat hair on his clothes is worth it if he gets to keep seeing you.

You can say he’s a bit addicted to ya.

Eventually he manages to get your number and he noticed how every time he came, you were always his server, not that he’s complainin.

Dates with him are fun and romantic, first going to a restaurant, then stroll in the park and getting showered in sakura blossoms, going shopping (him buying whatever you want), more meal related dates, etc. He adores seeing you happy and pampered.

But you truly haunt his nearly sleepless nights and he can’t help but touch himself to the very thought of you. But it’s never truly enough.

Then…

Nanami starts to spiral. You are a human and he is a creature of lust.

His safety and or your safety could be compromised and with that in mind, he begins to back off.

And just as things were going so well too…

Nanami didn’t ghost you, thankfully, but he disclosed that things weren’t working out and that he’s sorry for wasting your time. But he did it on text. He just didn’t want to face you, unfortunately and he regrets it to this day

But on your side, to forget your anger and sorrows, you go to a nightclub to party and slightly drink the pain away.

But unfortunately you also saw Nanami and his friend from before there as well🤪😜.

It was tough but you ignore him just like he ignored your multitude of text messages.

…

Okay maybe you didn’t completely ignore him-.

You can’t help but look at him every so often and from the few glances you got to do, he looked kinda miserable, definitely agitated, and a bit ill looking..

Nanami was very much disinterested in anyone flocking his way and he immediately would send them to Gojo’s way instead, thankfully they took the bite, finding Gojo even more attractive.

But his mood sours even more when he catches wind of you.

You look gorgeous as always, especially in your fit (it’s something he bought you) and he wanted nothing more than to go over to you and sweep you up off your feet (and other things~).

But he doesn’t. All he does is keep his watchful gaze on you, making sure you’re okay and because well… He wants you!

Anyone that comes near you with obvious intentions to woo you his jaw and fists would clench slightly. But again, he doesn’t get up from his seat.

Nanami was… Content to stay in his place. But that was until Gojo thought it’d be a funny idea to make his way to you, pushing pass his little harem.

Although you have your heart set on Nanami, you can’t deny that his friend isn’t gorgeous.

You bet those eyes of his gets him all that he wants with some trouble on the side.

You didn’t move away when his arm came around you, and you let him guide you to a more less crowded area, soon swaying with you as 2 On by Tinashe and SchoolBoy Q booms in the background.

If you hadn’t been pursued by Nanami you definitely would’ve let yourself be caught up with Mr. Troublemaker.

“Heyy~! So, I know you were caught up with Nanamin and all that, but if you’re free…” He puts his lips near your ear, hands sliding towards your hips and gripping them slightly. “I’d love to get to know you better~.”

Your throat bob and just as you’re about to sink into temptation-.

“That’s quite enough, Satoru.”

“Kento…,” you breathed out.

- Gojo didn’t even put up a fight, just took his hands off you with a knowing smile and let Nanami take you away from him.

- Nanami was pissed. Fuming.

- He didn’t appreciate Gojo approaching you like that. The nerve of him!

- His grip is a little tight on you, but you’re okay with it. Until you remember that you’re supposed to be mad at him.

“Now, hold on a second! Who the hell do you think you are?? I was about to get some good dick and you ruined it!” you spat.

Nanami scoffs lightly, letting your hand go. “Oh, please, you can do so much better,” he replies, defeat coating his words.

“Oh god, are you gonna be corny and say that you’re better? ‘Cause clearly you weren’t.”

Despite the hurt, he knew you had a point. He failed as a partner.

“As much as I want to, I know that I failed in that regard. I’m sorry, (y/n).”

You hate how much of a kicked puppy he looks. You sigh. “Ken… What even happened? I think I deserve to know the truth.”

Nanami swallows and as much as he wants to tell you the truth, he can’t. Too much is at risk.

“It’s because he’s an incubus, Sweetheart~.”

“Huh!?” “Satoru!?”

Both of you were flabbergasted and Nanami was three seconds away from throttling Gojo.

“Nanami, I’m tired of watching you brood and nearly kill yourself because of your fears,” Gojo explains, his playfulness gone with the wind.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just possibly done??”

Gojo goes back to looking carefree. “Call it a gut feeling~! Now why don’t you two get outta here? Oh! And use protection~!”

Nanami fumbles through his thoughts on what to say, feeling as though he’s going to either short circuit or burst from rage. But in the end he sighs a contained breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, slightly cursing Gojo under his breath, but also feeling a tickle of guilt. He was being selfish with not taking care of himself..

He comes back to his senses when he feels you touch his arm.

“Alright… Is this true or are we really actin like clowns at the circus? If so I’ll need some more alcohol.”

“It’s true, as cliche as that sounds. I didn’t want to tell you in fear that you could maybe get in danger or I could be.”

“… Holy shit. Well I’m glad it’s nothing ridiculous or painful! But hey! I can live one of my child/teenhood fantasies by being in a relationship with a supernatural person!”

Nanami blinks at you for a good second, face perplexed before it eventually softens and he starts laughing lightly with disbelief, taking your hand into his.

When you squeeze his back eagerly he knows he has to thank Gojo for his part in all this.

[animehideout]

Quick question, may I request? If not, just ignore this<3

💙Random recommended song💙

I already mentioned this in my latest post but anyway, I did an optional homework and got the best grade and in the beginning I felt lowly about my work but after getting the grade I felt so much better about it and myself too.

The problem is that lately I started to get into writing again but can't find the time suddenly. Aaaaand I wanted to kind of celebrate this (I mean that the teacher seemed to like my poem) even tho it isn't a big deal but feels like it and oh God I feel like a lil child :')

Sooo may I request a Magumi x reader fluff, where the reader and Megumi are just chilling together when the reader get a notification saying she got a good grade and they get so emotional that they try to hold back tears, but Megumi senses the sudden change and ask if they are alright? The reader trying the brush it off that "Oh it's nothing special or worth mentioning, just got the best grade on the optional homework we got. Can't believe the teacher liked my poem..." 'Poem-?' Megumi thinks as he heard the last words. He maybe didn't even have a clue that the reader was into poetry and/or that they wrote any, so by hearing this he wanted to read it, but overthinking a bit, he decided on not asking them, even though maybe he should have. But it's late, he waited till they fell asleep and then quietly got up from bed to go and look for their exercise book and read it. After he read it, he puts the book on the reader's desk or somewhere else, not minding to put it back to it's actual place because he plans on telling them his opinion, how much they likes it as well and je would be interested in seeing more of their work. Maybeeee the reader confesses that they've been into poetry for a time now and shows Megumi all of the poems they've written while telling Meg' why they like some of their poems and why they have a few problems with some, then there's Megumi reading them with intrest. Maybe Megumi having a soft spot for poetry IDK BUT NOW I JUST REALIZED THAT BY WRITING THIS REQUEST I COULD HAVE EASILY JUST WRITE THE FANFIC ALREADY TT My bad :')

Anyway, catching up with your lates Gojo posts soon!

-Megan🩵

Huggie :3🎀

Megumi Fushiguro X Poet /Artistic Reader

Synopsis: Megumi discovers his partner's talent in writing poems.

a/n: Thank you @megan016 for this request, also CONGRATS for getting the best grade, you did great sweetheart and I'm proud of you 💗. Also I can't wait to read more of your poems and the translated ver. Keep it up. I hope you like this little oneshot tho♡.

Check @megan016 poem here ( I liked it and I had to share it, you are so talented 💌 )

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, you sat in your boyfriend's arms, Megumi. Engrossed in the movie that was displayed in front of you. The atmosphere was light, filled with soft hums as Megumi played with your hair. The rainy weather outside, added to the coziness.

Suddenly, you phone chimed with a notification. Curious, you picked it up, unlocking it to reveal a message from your school,

{ Dear Y/N, Congratulations, your poem received the best grade. We appreciate your hard work. }.

Your eyes scanned the words, a wave of joy and surprise washed over you even though it was an optional homework the fact that your poem that came from your creativity, that each line you wrote carried within it a deeper feeling and meaning got a proper appreciation from your teacher was able to bring you to happy tears.

Your heart swelled with happiness while clutching your phone tightly, Megumi sensed how your body tensed between his arms.

"Love, is everything okay?" he asked.

Realizing that you haven't told him yet about your passion for poetry, you tried to hide your excitement and brush it off,

"Oh, y-yes I'm fine! it's nothing, just my poem got the best grade in class! Can't believe my teacher actually liked it hehe.." you chuckled awkwardly, trying to act normal as if you weren't holding back your tears from how delighted and proud you were.

"Poem?!" Thought Megumi to himself "I didn't know she's into poetry"

"But yeah– it's nothing special, not a big deal tho, it was just an optional homework" you added bringing him back to reality

"Oh.. I see you did great love congrats" said Megumi kissing the top of your head.

He senses how you were avoiding talking about your poem, so he respected it and just congratulated you he was completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions you were suppressing he thought you really wasn't that excited. Deep down, Megumi couldn't brush away the curiosity that grew inside of him, he was interested in reading books, poems and articles so having a partner that happened to write poems excited him to the core.

As the night proceeded, you dozed off beside him. Closing your eyelids, swimming in Dreamland. Sleeping nice and sound, feeling protected with the warm presence of Megumi. He watched you as you slept next to him, smiling to himself as your whole hand cutely held his index finger. Your hand size difference has always brought a smile on his face.

Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered about the poem, his eyes scanned the room and finally fell on your exercise book that was innocently put on your desk. Too intrigued by the unexpected revelation of your poetic talent, he couldn't resist the urge to delve into your world of words.

Trying to not disturb your beauty slumber he tiptoed to your desk, gently opening the book , carefully flipping the pages until he found your poem of 14 stanzas.

He was too excited to read it, to read between the lines and analyze the deeper meaning it held. Line after line, he found himself utterly captivated by the beauty of your expressions, the smart choice of words, adjectives and the Poetic elegance that adorned your stanzas. It left him completely speechless, realizing that the love of his life is indeed talented and creative.

"And she said it's not a big deal??" he muttered to himself as his eyes shifted back on your sleeping figure.

He wanted to flip the pages to read more of your writings, to check your other copy books but he resisted that urge, respecting your privacy and deciding to wait till morning to ask you properly about your passion for poetry.

He laid down next to you, eager for tomorrow to discuss with you what now happened to be a mutual passion; while you were interested in writing poems, Megumi was interested in reading, them showing that both of you complete each other.

His arms pulled you closer to his body holding you,

"I'm proud of you my love" he said before dozing off.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, your eyelids fluttered into consciousness. Megumi was already awake, laying on his back, one arm behind his head as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling. As he felt you shifting beside him his gaze turned to you, greeting you with a warm smile.

"Hey sleepyhead, want to tell me about those poems of yours? I had no idea you're poetic genius!!" he exclaimed softly,

You were still half awake, taken by surprise you quickly got into a sitting position,

"You read them??" you asked.

"Not all of them!! only that one in your exercise book! Now I know why it got the best grade" he said enthusiastically.

It was rare for you to see Megumi full of energy early in the morning, so you couldn't help but smile from how much he was interested in your poems. Encouraged by his genuine reaction you started to open up, confessing that you've been into poetry for a while now.

"So? want to show me the rest?" he asked.

Without saying anything, you jumped out of bed. The cold floor touching your bare feet sent shivers down your spine. You quickly grabbed your notebooks and ran back to bed, getting under the warm blanket next to Megumi again, you got closer to him.

"Here they are" you said with a smile.

Anticipating his reactions every time he read one of your poems, the way he read the lines you wrote with passion and care warmed your heart, as if what you write was meant for him to read. The curious expressions drawn on his face whenever he tried to guess the real meaning of your words made you giggle.

After reading most of your poems he engulfed you into a big hug,

"Those poems are amazing Y/n!! I can't wait for more from you. So tell me what inspires you the most? what is your motivation?" he asked too immersed to know more.

A blush painted your cheeks and with a shy smile you answered "Y-you! You do inspire some verses"

"Guess I'm a muse now" he teased playfully trying to hide the fact that he got shy as well.

"Exactly" you giggled.

"What are the difficulties you face while writing though?"

"Most of the time me trying to channel my feelings into words, sometimes certain feelings that I want to write about can't be described by simple words so that's quite a challenge and it takes a lot of effort or sometimes I struggle with motivation even though I do have a lot of accumulated ideas that are waiting to be written" you explained.

You spent the morning cuddled up in your soft bed, sharing ideas and soft random kisses every now and then, exchanging soft touches. Sitting between Megumi's legs as he held your notebooks and continued to loudly read the rest of your poems.

"I love this one Y/n !! Wait is it about us??"

Megumi was too happy to be in that specific moment with you; the moment that definitely inspired you to write another poem that will carry those feelings between both of you forever.

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Author Discussion: Show Your Hand

I had already been planning on having an Author Discussion for this part, and after seeing people's reaction to the preview, I went ahead and decided it'd be best to finish it before posting Part 2 of Show Your Hand lol. So, I'm putting the discussion below the cut to avoid spoilers for those who haven't read it yet! And thank you all for the love and care you've shown for Rinko. She'll be okay, I promise 💖

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

And read the installment this discussion is about: Show Your Hand

OKAY. So. I know everyone is gonna have a lot of thoughts after reading Show Your Hand, so I’m going ahead and writing this. I’ll try to keep this as succinct as possible. To do that, I’m going to break it into the following sections:

Rinko’s relationship with Yuzuki

Rinko’s relationship with Gojo

Rinko’s relationship with Yuzuki:

First of all, I didn’t intend for Show Your Hand to be a full installment, or even a full chapter to begin with. Originally, I had it as part of No Goodwill Here as a fragment in a second part for that installment.

But as I wrote and started following that little inspiration fairy, I found myself drawn back to the relationship between Rinko and her mother. And how that void that crops up every now and then opened for the very first time the day her mother died.

For the past six years, Rinko has been trying to understand where this void came from, and Show Your Hand is the first time she’s actively admitted to herself that she knows where it started. She’s always known.

In I Say ‘Sayonara’ Rinko felt like her mother’s last breath took part of her soul, and in a way she was right. Because it opened up that void in her chest that left her feeling hollow. This is why, in Hollow Echoes, she thinks the following:

The cold look in his eyes as he stared at her made her feel emptier than she would ever admit to him, or anyone else. Hell, part of her believed she’d just imagined the feeling because she and Shoko had been discussing her mother earlier that evening.

She wasn’t wrong. That feeling was partially there because they had discussed her mother. It made her feel more vulnerable and it made her doubt her gut. And, if you remember, the entire reason she even went into Gojo’s condo was because she doubted her gut and listened to Nanami instead.

This part was very important for Rinko’s character because she’s realizing more and more just how much like her mother she truly is, and how much her mother struggled. And she’s beginning to understand her mother so much more as well.

Her words to Mai, and how she interacts with the two girls, are like little mirrors of how her mother treated her. How Yuzuki would squeeze her forearm and how she would make her tea. Think back to Innate Issues when Rinko made Maki tea and squeezed her forearm when she set it down without even realizing what she was doing.

I don’t know the exact science of it, but it’s known that there are mannerisms and habits are essentially genetic. People who never met a certain relative will find out that they have the exact same habit or they literally spread their butter on a biscuit exactly the same. Weird things like that.

Rinko has Zenin traits like the scowl and the sneer that are just innate for the Zenin bloodline. It’s canon to me. No one will convince me otherwise. But she also has her mother’s kind smile and eyes. Her heart that chooses to look for the good in things just to keep from breaking in half.

Yuzuki knew the kind of person Naobito was from the moment he looked her in the eye and told her every moment with her had been a mistake. She knew that he was a man driven by a need for power, but primarily because it was all he knew. The Zenins are raised from birth to believe that the only important thing in life is strength, or at least, the perception of strength. You can’t just be strong, you have to seem strong.

Yuzuki knew that he wasn’t the man she fell in love with, especially after how he treated Rinko. And that was why she never faulted or scolded Rinko for being angry. 

She scolded Rinko when she allowed that anger to influence how she spoke to and treated others.

But she never told her not to be angry or that she had no right to be. And that is vital in how Rinko became the person she is. Because the only thing Yuzuki says against the anger, as a feeling, is: “...being angry does nothing but hurt me.”

She simply pointed out that holding onto the anger only hurt her in the end, not the one she was angry with. And Rinko said something very similar to Yaga about Yoshinobu. It’s because of Yuzuki and how she handled that anger, how she allowed Rinko to feel it and process it, that Rinko understands that many times, she just needs time to figure her thoughts and feelings out.

But the problem is that she doesn’t do that. She only gives herself enough time to know that she won’t explode and react solely out of anger, but she doesn’t process things. Not really. Because she doesn’t quite know how to do that alone. Not without her mother there helping her.

Rinko has not learned how to process grief without her mother there to help her through it.

She doesn’t understand how her mother was so strong to get through everything without breaking. Because she doesn’t realize that her mother didn’t get through things without breaking. Yuzuki broke the day Naobito broke her heart, and she forced herself to continue forward because she had a daughter to take care of.

Remember, Yuzuki died because she worked herself too hard when Rinko was young, and her body just started giving up. And she didn’t want that for her daughter. That’s why, one of the very last things she said to Rinko was “Just be happy, sweetheart.” Rinko doesn’t understand this yet. She still thinks her mother was some sort of superhuman who dealt with the anger and emotions with a smile and kept going. And that is incredibly vital for how she reacts to things.

Because Rinko doesn’t process things. She avoids them. Notice how in part 2, she begins thinking to herself that she doesn’t want to have the conversation, she just wants to sleep and then she thinks that maybe she can sleep for a few days because it’s not like she has anywhere to be. That is a dangerous path for Rinko to go down. And that’s why it’s important that she was stopped before she could follow it completely.

I’m going to tell you guys a little secret: Yuzuki died to make room for Gojo in Rinko’s life. Well, someone else in her life at least.

When Gojo showed up at her funeral, he unintentionally but willingly stepped into the space that was left behind. Yuzuki essentially gave him a look and said “here ya go, take care of my daughter” when he looked at her picture. And that’s why, when Rinko and Gojo aren’t doing well, that void is more evident to Rinko. But she doesn’t understand this yet. She only knows that void opened the day her mother died.

Right now, she’s still trying to close it by relying on her mother. In part 2, she even has the thought that maybe she’s dreaming and she’ll wake up and her mother is still there. Because for so long, her mother was all she had.

And that leads us into the next piece of this breakdown:

Rinko's relationship with Gojo

These two are messy. I’ve said this before, but neither of them is perfect. And Rinko is just as emotionally not okay as Gojo. But, they try to deal with things like adults, for the most part.

Many of you are likely upset that Gojo didn’t apologize, and that’s fair. But it’s a specific choice I’ve made for this because it fits his character. 

Gojo Satoru doesn’t apologize for his actions. He will admit he’s wrong, but he’ll then justify why he did what he did. The last time he apologized to someone for his own actions was when he told Amanai Riko that he was sorry he wasn’t more upset about her death.

Notice that he stops himself multiple times when they’re fighting because he realizes he’s wrong, and he admits to it. That in itself is already growth for him. Because he doesn’t admit that to other people. But we see him making a clear effort to be honest with her to make up for having lied to begin with, even if he doesn’t actually say the words ‘I’m sorry.’

Because, while him lying was the catalyst for Rinko breaking down, he was not the cause.

Rinko was overwhelmed by everything going on around her and how ashamed and angry she was that she was fired in front of her students. And that she was fired after Gojo was gone because Gakuganji is a coward. Gojo had to leave to talk to the higher-ups because Gakuganji had already informed them of what had happened to get rid of him. And Rinko knows this.

She’s upset with Gojo for lying, and she’s hurt that he chose to go to someone else to blow off steam when he could have with her. But she understands why he did it, because she knows she likely would have done the same damn thing. Rinko is not ready to commit to someone like that, even if she technically already has without realizing it.

So, let’s address this fight.

Yuuta was an unintentional catalyst to this because he’s just a sweet lil bean who misunderstood the situation. And neither Gojo nor Rinko blame him for that. Note that all Gojo said was that Yuuta is just so damn genuine and it made him worry that Rinko would take it seriously.

Gojo knows that he isn’t ready to commit. In fact, he still believes he’ll never be ready or able to commit to someone. And that is why he spooked. Because he doesn’t want Rinko to expect something of him that he is well aware he could never(he thinks) give to her. He didn’t realize that she was on the same page as him with that until they talked.

This part went through many iterations, one of them involving Rinko letting Yaga know that Gojo lied, but that doesn’t fit their relationship. Because neither of them likes involving other people because they both agree that it’s no one else’s damn business what they do with their lives.

Rinko doesn’t call Nanami because she doesn’t want him meddling and she knows that everyone else will likely do the same damn thing. Because they’ll ask why she isn’t talking to Gojo or what Gojo thinks about things, and she’s not going to involve them in that conflict.

Gojo does the same. Notice how, even when he was blowing her phone up, he didn’t involve anyone else. He didn’t call someone else to check on Rinko because he knows it’s none of their damn business if they’re not getting along. And that’s why when he thought she’d involved Yaga, he was angry. The anger left almost immediately once he realized she hadn’t.

Her wording was intentional on my part for two reasons: 1) when someone is upset, they aren’t thinking that hard about their word choice. 2) that misunderstanding fueled his fear for a moment that she was asking about him and expecting more from him by doing so.

Gojo wasn’t upset that she knew he lied. And while he struggled and was frustrated at being caught, he was willing to admit that he shouldn’t have once he realized she didn’t expect more from him.

Rinko’s breakdown was a result of many things, and he understood that he was just the trigger that allowed it to happen. And that’s why, while he didn’t apologize, he immediately admitted he was wrong once he knew she had calmed down.

These two are not dating. They’re not in a relationship, and that’s why it works. Because at the end of the day, it didn’t matter that he slept with someone else because they agree completely that they are not exclusive. They don’t care if either sleeps with someone else. They tease and they joke and she likes to rile him up by joking that someone made her cum harder than he did, but at the end of the day, the sex is just sex.

Does it look like a relationship? Absolutely. But the label is something they can’t handle and if they had that label, this would have likely ended things for them. Not having that pressure is why this still works.

I will give a small piece of information now: this is the last time Gojo sleeps with someone other than Rinko.

Rinko has already, without acknowledging it to herself, stopped sleeping with other people primarily because they’ve been seeing each other so much.

The resolution to this part was difficult for me to get to, but once I did, it felt right for the two of them to slip back into joking and teasing and for them to just be okay with each other because they trust the other to understand.

Of course Gojo would offer to make her cum to make up for it, and, honestly, Rinko is okay with that. Because again, they aren’t in a relationship. So him sleeping with someone else was never the issue, it was the lie. Now that they’ve worked through that, they can return to other problems, but for now, she just wants to turn her brain off and Gojo can absolutely help with that.

I know that this might not be the resolution some people wanted, but I felt it fit the best with who they are as characters and where they are emotionally.

I’ve had their end game mapped for a long time, and I’m confident in sticking to it because I genuinely feel it works the best. There will be ups and downs for these two, but at the end of the day, they’re both just messy lil humans who care about each other and have really good sex.

And they’re both okay with that because it’s what they both want.

[storiesoflilies]

i would like to know more about each of your wips please :3 ESP HIRAETH!!!!!! and chef!toji omg :> AND THE TITLE FOR THE GOJO FIC IS SO COOL “heavenly skies, lavender eyes” AHHHHH I WANNA KNOW ABT EVERYTHING LILY!!!! MWAH <3 - @gothsuguru :3

kairo my best darling!!!

you need only ask and i will provide :3

slight spoilers(?) under the cut! also to keep the post short lol.

hiraeth - sooooo, this part of the story is going to be about the readers journey after toji has up and left her. so there’s going to be very obvious angst and pain, but it will focus on her sheer determination and strength to claw herself out of this dark pit that she’s in.

there’s going to be lots n lots of physics and mathematical references which i’m soooo excited about. and thennnn it’ll also be about the friends that help us along the way (cheesy ik but oh welllll), and that said friend is going to be satoru!!! i did a poll sometime ago about what degree he would study at uni, and ALOTTTT of people said physics (i was leaning towards chemistry), which i’m so torn about because i initially wanted him to be different to the reader.

but i think it might be a lovely concept if satoru helps he rediscover her love for physics if he also studied it too. idk what do you think kairo? :3

toji will be making appearances here and there, and we’ll see how a bit of his life has shaped out too. i don’t want to say too much on it though, because i would really like to leave it as a surprise :)

oh, how i adore the taste of love! - the fluffyyyyyy n tooth rottingly sweet piece i’m going to write to soften you guys up before hitting you with the angst of hiraeth heheh :3

lol, all jokes aside, it’s going to be a really nice heartwarming piece. toji is going to be absolutely whipped n lovestruck for our dear waitress!reader, and he’ll fumble in the kitchen which he neverrrrrr does. i originally had the idea submitted under the b section for ‘breakfast in bed’ prompt for io’s flufftober event, and even if she’s not going it anymore, i am going to write it anyways in her honor!!!!

ari also asked about this fic and the satoru one, so keep your eyes peeled for their ask :3

heavenly skies, lavender eyes - sooooo this was an idea i had months ago, but i so adored it and i will definitely get to it after hiraeth! it will be set in the game of thrones universe where the gojo clan are the targaryen’s that conquered westeros.

the title came from the beauty of the sky when flying on the back of a dragon, and then the lavender eyes part comes from targaryen’s traditionally having violet colored eyes in the books!!

ngl i haven’t don’t as much brainstorming as i would have liked on this fic, but i know that the reader will also have a dragon (probably dreamfyre if that means anything to you, idk if you’ve read the books or watched the shows) and will a distant relation to gojo (i’m throwing that out there because ik some people aren’t comfortable with incest, but to have a dragon in game of thrones you must have targaryen blood, so its a bit unavoidable. they will probably be second/third cousins, nothing closer than that. i completely understand if people aren’t comfortable with reading a thing like that though).

i’m planning on the vibes being opulent and whimsy, of a newly crowned king making the big decision of who shall be his wife. i think it would be soooooo juicy if the reader and satoru have been betrothed since they were children, but now that he is king and they haven’t seen each other in yearssssss, will he still honor his oath or not?

it will be a sfw and more fluff piece though, maybe a smidgen of angst from perhaps not so one-sided pining ;)

much love,

Lily xo

[m1ckeyb3rry]

okay !! i’ll tell you a plot for a yuji story i (sadly) don’t think i’ll ever get around to posting and came up with 2 years ago. when it comes to my fics, i’m only ever rlly motivated for canonverse and this one takes place during ww2 times. it’s also loosely based on a movie i watched years ago :)

(this is also long i typed a lot more than i thought i would ahhh prepare for the errors too 😣)

okay so the name i came up for it at the time was amor necat (love kills). so basically, like i said, it takes during ww2 times at a boarding school in the middle of nowhere. the few students at the school are selected by the headmaster, a certain woman with stitches across her head ;) kenny’s made plenty of connections, so ordinary people see the school as prestigious and if you’re invited, you’re extremely lucky

when yn enters the school she learns that everyone is given a number. when a previous student leaves, whoever is the new student will take the number. yn is assigned #1 when she arrives to the (only) class. the one who tells her about the # system and everything else she needed to know was yuji (#5)

here are the students when yn enrolls: megumi (#4), yuji (#5), riko (#6), yuta (#7), nobara (#8), junpei (#10), inumaki (#11), maki (#12), mai (#13), miwa (#14), kokichi (#15)

theres a bunch of introductory stuff ofc to the school system. most important thing to note is that at the end of every month, the best student is chosen to be sent to an even better school

riko and megumi caught yns eye from the start. riko is the bigger eye-catcher though because she always seemed so afraid, and whenever headmaster kenny visited she was sweating profusely and refused to make eye contact. megumi catches her attention because he’s so reluctant to accept some of the rules set in place (early curfew, weekly shots, daily medicine to keep students health amazing)

a week after yn is at the school, there is the monthly “moving up” announcement. junpei is the one to go. the next month, riko was announced to be the student being sent off to a better school, and at the news she freaks out and throws up. yn and yuji offer to take her to the nurse, and when they leave kenny walks in

another week passes and things go as normal. while they had gym class outside, yn went inside to go to the bathroom. she saw a trail of water and followed it to find a soaking wet riko dressed in a hospital gown. riko gives yn a note before she tells yn she had to leave. yn reads the note, which basically says that the school was not what it seemed and she needed to leave asap. yn promised to come back the next morning and when she did, riko was not there

the first person yn shows the note to is yuji, who’s reluctant to believe it. megumi, listening in, grabbed the note and read it. he asks yn if it was only riko she saw. after some back and forth questioning, megumi tells yn that tsumiki (former #9) was also chosen and sent away to a better school. but since students can get mail and megumi received none, he’s afraid something happened to her and the school is behind it

time passes and eventually the three come up with a plan to go to the headmaster’s office and find any strange documents. megumi is basically watching out as yuji n yn go into the office. they find files of previous students, and all of their files say “sent to the basement” besides three, gojo (former #1), geto (former #2) and shoko (former #3)

before they can open a drawer with a red sticker, the door opens and in walks kenny and mahito. yn and yuji hid under the desk as they discuss at the coffee table across the office. yn and yuji overhear kenny talking about preparing sorcerers for ww2 since it’s a huge advantage on their end. mahito talks about how smart she is for disguising a human experimentation lab as a boarding school, and being able to find sorcerers who only need to awake their dormant potential. there was a knock on the door, so they leave and a fee moments later megumi walks in and tells them they have to leave immediately

they group in an empty room and talk about what they heard and found out. yuji mentions the basement everyone was sent to, including tsumiki. megumi brings up the door all the people “moving up” would go into. they were told it was the garage, but it didn’t make sense since the road in the front of the school didn’t go towards the side nor the back

during their talk they hear commotion in the hall and look out to see mai and kokichi being dragged somewhere by men in uniform. this prompts them to decide to go to the door megumi was talking about, which they thought (and were right about) was the basement

a few days pass when yn and yuji go together to the basement since the headmaster was meant to be out. they see multiple operating tables and other medical equipment in the main space. but as they went into the back section of the basement, they’re horrified to see three bodies (gojo, geto n shoko) frozen in separate tanks. while they were alive they also realized something was wrong and got caught investigating in the basement

yn stumbles back and yuji helps her up when he realized the tank she stood in front of held a frozen tsumiki they both looked around the entire area to find the previous students frozen (except riko who died during operation)

yn and yuji are found and knocked out by kenny. they wake up tied up to operating tables by themselves. yn and yuji tip their tables over so they could knock over a cart and cut themselves out of the rope. a nurse comes in and tries to stop them, but yuji holds him bsck while yn runs

yn and yuji wrre knocked out so they didn’t realize it had been a day. megumi, who roped in yuta, maki, and inumaki, lights the school on fire because he assumed yn and yuji got killed (and also fuck the school anyway).

yn makes her way through the school in the fire as she searches for megumi. maki got burnt by a fallen beam but megumi saved her. yuta also found yuji, and they searched for yn. when they found yn, she and yuji hugged, but kenny shot yuji three times in the back (yuta was busy with a soldier)

yuji and yn fight kenny (mostly yuji doing the fighting). yuji holds kenny back from attacking yn and tells her to run. she refused until yuta dragged her away. outside, yn, yuta, megumi and maki watched the school explode. i imagine the final scene to be yuji in tears as he finds relief in the fact that yn escaped before he dies in the explosion

haha anyways this took like 30 mins to type out tell me what you think skdjsk below is also a lidt of who dies/survives !!

survivors:

-yn

-yuta

-megumi

-maki

died after yn arrives:

-junpei (basement)

-riko (operation)

-noba (basement)

-mai (basement)

-kokichi (basement)

-miwa (fire w/ toge)

-toge (fire w/ miwa)

-yuji (explosion)

died prior to yn arriving, in the basement:

-nanami (#4)

-gojo

-geto

-shoko

-kirara (#8)

-hakari (#7)

-yu (#5)

-kamo (#6)

-todo (#9)

-tsumiki

-nishimiya (#11)

ANGEL THIS IS SO COOLL WDYM??? i feel like it’s such a unique au while also sticking to the essence of cursed energy and the themes of jjk w how sorcerers are used to fulfill other people’s goals. it also kind of reminds me of the random america arc gege threw in there at one point?? LMAO seriously though i love this (arsonist megumi my goat i love that for him) you are so creative!!

also i totally get you w the au vs canon stories…i’ll get fired up about an au for a bit and write a ton but then inevitably i just get bored of having to come up with what happens next 😭 vs with canon i know roughly what’s going to happen and what i need to work on is whether i want to change it or stick with it or whatever 😓

[tohsri]

warnings: cheating, angst to fluff to smut, double penetration, reader described as female, oral (male and female receiving), recording sex tapes ig, unprotected sex (always use protection kids), a lil spying gojo, characters may be ooc, virgin reader because a/n: honestly im so tired but i have to keep up udgdbw I barely managed to post it before 11pm eihdjwbdh wc: fuck the word count

you looked so good in that flower patterned sundress, which barely stopped above your knee. they watched as you kneeled down to place the red and white potted roses on your porch. how could you look so good, even if it was doing something as simple as that? the white-haired man stared at you from his window, admiring how pretty his neighbour was. he daydreamed about how good you would look in a cute blouse, to even laced lingerie. he couldn't stop staring at how the dress hugged your curves so perfectly, only to frown when your husband opened the door. he watched as the scene played out in front of him; he ignored your greeting, scolded you about 'how the plants are getting in his way' (even if they weren't blocking the path), even knocking over an empty pot without care. gojo scowled at him, but softened up seeing your slightly worried and sad expression. he knew you were happy with him before, but now he acted so coldly towards you. only thinking about it made his blood boil, so much that he didn't notice his friend geto standing behind him. "is it y/n's husband?" gojo simply nodded. geto had also noticed the change in your husband's attitude, seeing how cruel he was treating his wife now. "he didn't even bother to say goodbye before leaving." gojo mumbled under his breath. it all went downhill for you when you saw your own husband on the news, a reporter called out your husband for cheating on you. there was a blurred picture of the tape's recordings showing evidence and proof of him cheating too. both geto and gojo were livid at the news, but at the same time they weren't surprised. but what they were surprised about is when you came knocking at their door, seeking comfort from your two neighbours. you were crying on geto's shoulders, seated on the couch. they were careful to respect your boundaries, and kept listening to whatever rant you had about your husband, despite them knowing about it. gojo looked at the bright screen still showing the news, the volume at 0 when they saw you come in. instead of shutting it off, an idea sparked inside of him. geto gently pulled you off of him to make some tea to calm you down, and gojo followed to tell him about his thought. "do you think it would be a good idea to record a sex tape, to get back at y/n's cheating scum of a husband?" gojo whispered. "the fuck? no. the last thing she needs to do is fuck her neighbours just to piss her ex-husband off." he responded quietly. "trust me, we'll ask her, and if she's uncomfortable, we'll leave her alone." he knew geto also liked you, and despite his mind telling him to hit satoru on the head and get it together, it wouldn't hurt to try. after explaining the idea to you, you were left shocked at how lewd it would be. geto was already expecting you to leave at how they could've offended you, but you looked away with a flustered face. "i-is that really okay?" "yeah, just trust us on this. wouldn't it be nice to see his face after?" gojo quickly responded, planting his hand on your waist. -------- your legs were spread out while you laid on your back. gojo eating up your wet cunt while you sucked on geto's balls. your eyes rolled back just from how well he tonguefucked you, unable to focus properly while lazily stroking geto’s cock. you couldn’t take his entire nutsack in your mouth, resulting in a sloppy performance.

geto was much more calmer than he usually is though, especially since he didn’t mind how fucked out you were already. all the blame coming from you was projected onto gojo. he ran his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet praises while grunting. you couldn't even look in the direction of the camera. you didn't intend to, anyway. you were too focused on the pleasure. geto's thick cock was constantly twitching, edging himself as beads of sweat ran down his face. it felt so difficult not to cum when you were sucking his balls so well. just when you were about to have your 3rd orgasm his tongue was pulled away, and you were left whining. the sweet innocent look on your face, begging for more was just so pleasureful for geto to see. gojo flipped your body onto your stomach, and the two guys swapped places. geto's hand were placed on your waist, the other rubbing at your clit sensually. it glided up and down your slit, smirking at how wet it is.

geto was gentle, unlike gojo who immediately shoved his tongue inside of you. he started to finger with one, moving into two fingers, then three. he was aware of how thick his cock was, and he was careful to make sure you were feeling good.

once he felt like it was good enough, he slid his cock inside of you slowly, grunting at how tight it squeezed his cock. he wanted to start pounding into your tight cunt right away but he kept his mind busy on the fact that you were a virgin.

geto was busy moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace, while gojo was immediately facefucking you with no mercy. after such a long time (of admiring you from afar) he had finally gotten to see his cock completely devoured by your mouth, smirking at how much you gagged and choke whilst his long dick hit the back of your throat.

once he got the signal that you were ready, he started to thrust slightly faster. eventually he couldn’t help but rut his hips against yours, lost in pleasure to care about anything else. gojo was feeling good as well, as the vibrations from your moans sent his cock twitching in your mouth.

you were really fucked out by now, the only thing you could hear was their faint grunts and the squelching sound coming from your pussy. you could see white spots clouding your vision, completely letting go of your reality.

gojo turned to face the camera, which he picked up and filmed the way he facefucked you. your eyes were tight shut, but when they opened they looked back up at the camera lens, with the most fucked out yet innocent eyes he had ever seen.

gojo threw the phone to geto which he successfully caught in time, making it face downwards so it can film his cock sliding in and out of you. his thrusts were so powerful, making your legs tremble and your body move back and forth with the amount of force he put.

without warning, geto spurted his thick cum right into your hole, thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum back into you. he didn’t plan on letting go until he had finished stuffing your hole with his sperm. he finally pulled out after a moment, showcasing his thick cock with both of your cum mixed together.

“take the phone, satoru.” he gently placed the phone on the bed, but was waiting for satoru to cum first. once he finally filled her throat with his sticky cum, he took a moment to catch his breath and pulled his cock out. her adorable fucked out expression, with a little bit of saliva dribbling down the corner of her mouth, it was enough to get him turned on again.

gojo took the phone up and continued the recording, “should we fuck y/n until she passes out, or until the morning comes?” he asked with a smirk. geto thought for a moment, then pulled you onto his lap, letting gojo see her jiggling breasts. “let’s go in. both at once, let’s stretch out her hole so that only both of us can use it. only us two.” he growled and groped your breasts.

he smirked at the idea and positioned himself at the front. his cock was curved, resting on his stomach. geto had already put his in, now you were waiting for gojo. the idea frightened you, but seeing how you were so needy, after being introduced to the world of pleasure, you didn’t feel so worried about it.

you watched nervously as gojo carefully slid into your hole. your expression was nervous, tongue sticking out slightly as your eyes were kept fixated on the view below. gojo handed the phone to you, “here, hold it for us darling.” he smiled and once he was fully in, you felt like you were on the verge of splitting in half. gojo’s cock was kissing your cervix, but geto’s stretched your cunt out so well.

“i-i’m ready.. can move n-now..” your breath hitched, and gojo started to move. it was soon after geto decided to follow on, moving in a rhythm with gojo.

the cum and saliva was enough lubricant for both of them to fit inside you, and it fit perfectly. their cocks were wrapped around your tight cunt, taking the shape of their two cocks. you were taking both of them so well, and your hips started to move on their own. you didn’t even know how, but you were lost in your own world that you didn’t notice yours and their body moving in rhythm.

gojo was already thrusting roughly into you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. while geto was having his cock warmed inside of you, he found it amusing how you were moving your hips on your own. he decided to thrust up a little, grunting at the tight space.

on the other hand, gojo was incredibly impatient. he kept thrusting repeatedly, releasing his semen inside of you. he wanted to cum with you, but he was completely pussydrunk at this point. he knew he had gotten multiple orgasms out of you from just moving anyway. that’s how sensitive you were.

geto gently moved your chin towards him, forcing you to face him. he kissed you so passionately and gojo couldn’t help but point the phone towards you two, moving his hips upwards to get more of this addictive feeling.

the real fun was when both of them started to thrust at the same time, and now you were seeing stars instead of blacking out. how were you able to have this much stamina, taking two cocks in your hole at the same time? maybe you just wanted the feeling to keep going, so you didn’t miss out on all the fun.

“mmh cummin’ mnghh!” you moaned, biting your lip. you tasted the faint iron on your tongue, and you knew that your lip was bleeding right away. geto’s teeth bit your neck, leaving a bruise and some marks.

you lost track of how many times you had come, or squirted even. you didn’t even know that was possible with you, and that meant you felt a lot of pleasure just to squirt. gojo and geto didn’t hold back at all, and you swore they were going to rearrange your guts because of how rough they were with your fragile body.

now you were starting to lose consciousness. your eyelids were falling, and you felt like you had no energy. your moans were soft and out of breath, before squirting another time on both their cocks.

you watched as gojo’s expression changed and felt geto’s grip on your waist tighten. it had to be hinting that they were close. geto came slightly later than gojo, as they emptied their load inside of you completely. now your stomach felt full, but gojo make it worse by pressing it gently. drops of come leaked out of your pussy, soaking the bed further with all of your sweat and cum.

their faces were the last thing you saw before you passed out.

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they got ahold of your phone and pressed your finger onto the screen, unlocking your phone with the fingerprint.

your head was rested on geto’s lap, and your body was clean. geto washed you and helped you get changed while you were passed out. gojo was there to help out a bit as well.

he sent the recording to the contact named “my love” despite how much he hated it and wishes the contact number was his instead. the thumbnail of the video was focused on all three of you, which made him smirk. he ran his hands gently through your hair, thinking about what happened earlier.

geto was watching the video again when gojo ruined the moment by interrupting geto with another idea of his. “when she’s awake, do you want to do it again?”

[tofangirlornottofangirl]

ya know chances for gojo having a loving partner in the manga have died alongside geto no literally, i could never realistically imagine him with anyone else, even he never showed any interest besides geto if we gonna interpret it that way? but at least i can rest easy that his fangirls got him covered in fanfics

like listen, as much as i try to avoid them, i've seen some pretty good and well characterized fanfics where he actually finds love in another person (aka self inserts, ocs, readers you name it)

bottom line, this is kinda outta nowhere but i've seen one of ur posts about him so i just wanted to share, hope u okay with that :)

if we go super realistic, then unless his partner is super strong and capable of protecting/defending themselves, they will automatically have a target on their back. like gojo had bounties on his head as a child, but he became stronger and basically unkillable when he got older. anyone he is too close to is a target for people who want to get to him somehow, we even see this with people who are under his care/his students. the people in power playing politics will use these people to hurt gojo because they can't get to them. ie realistically gojo's biggest weaknesses are the people he chooses to let in. (this is literally also canon with the sealing, flashbacks and basically everything that happened with geto, and what not). so like, realistically the best option would have been yuki if they were attracted to each other. i suspect gojo keeps most people out either consciously to keep a distance or because he has emotionally just developed that way and unconsciously keeps an emotional distance. hence the playboy appearance but i don't think that's him being an actual playboy, just personally. it feels more like he doesn't go much further than light-hearted banter and flirting, and it's pretty clear to anyone that he's not emotionally attached (if we're talking short term relationships/dating or something like flings even. he's not breaking hearts by being deceptive, if he's breaking hearts it's because people want him but can't have him. just what it seems like to me personally)

[Also I've literally never thought about this before. this is just what came to mind right now after reading your ask.]

If we disregard any of those things and give gojo a little bit of a nicer hc world to live in where things didn't go as wrong, it seems like geto was basically the only person he ever learned to rely on for anything, someone to share his burdens, and he was the only person who got to him as a person, not the strongest, not a weapon, not the power ceiling size eyes user but as simply satoru. he probably learned to be emotionally vulnerable for the first time ever with geto because geto was strong and capable of taking care of himself , but also saw satoru as the lost and lonely teenager he was (look how serious/scary he seemed as a kid. that kid saw and knew too much. the "fun" personality he developed is probably a result of some kind of nihilism to deal with the reality that he would be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders). so no matter what the nature of their relationship was, it was likely gojo's strongest bond and the one that had the most impact on him. and then he couldn't save geto, despite being the strongest, which made him question what that power was even good for if he couldn't even save the people closest to him. he decided he needed allies that would be just as strong if not stronger than him. because then he wouldn't have to keep saving or losing people alone.

[as an aside, personally, power dynamics in a (romantic) relationship, ie one person having significantly more power over the other person in a relationship, is my personal biggest nightmare/pet peeve. i hate unequal relationships. if the person with power isn't a narcissistic manipulative asshole, then the relationship sucks for both people. sure you can probably learn a lot but there are other ways to do that]

anyway, I'm glad we get to discuss some of the emotional and relational aspects of jjk because there's so much subtext. most people in the story have heavy heavy trauma in their lives. more than half of the cast don't even have a family or, well, anyone other than the people at jujutech to rely on. and it was understood from the character dialogues that a lot of them (aside from gojo's students, who are specifically being taken in a different direction) choose to keep their distance from other sorcerers so they don't have to keep mourning the deaths of their friends and peers all the time. so yeah.

sorry your ask seemed light-hearted and this got a bit heavy. i'm just at a point in life where i have to consider relationships with other people way more than i want to so these topics have become relevant in my life now

I don't even remember how we got here lol. Sorry

[scary-senpai]

🌝 + 🧠 (Doesn't have to be exclusively for OPM necessarily, although I prob won't know what you're talking about for other fandoms, lol)

Gahh! Thank you so much for asking <3 you are the best.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

this was difficult to answer because for better or worse, a lot of my writing ideas appear as intrusive thoughts when I should be doing other things. there really isn’t a character that interests me that I haven’t written for in some way/shape/form, even if I haven’t published it yet, especially within the OPM-verse.

I think I'd like to do a bit more with Mumen Rider. I think Mumen tends to appear in fic as an Author’s Darling, almost—and for the record, I do this also--if I need a sweet, upstanding cinnamon role to always say the right thing at exactly the right time, I'll use Mumen Rider (like when he's giving Garou parenting advice in Holiday Hijinks).

Anyway, I imagine him like this although in canon, his decisions are ostensibly selfless but still somewhat questionable (and I joke a little bit about this in The Hero Association's First and Final Festivus, when Mumen attempts to do a self-deprecating standup routine in front of his colleagues.) The first rule of emergency response, for example, is "stay in your lane, and don't create more work for the rescue team." Also, he attacked Garou first, from behind. (oh man, when I went back and read the manga after watching the anime, I wrote 'Mumen rider struck first????' on a big ole post-it note because I thought I was reading it wrong).

I think a lot of the sweetest, kindest people have spent a lot of time fighting their inner shadows, because (like we see in Mob Psycho), kindness is a muscle that has to be actively exercised and mindfully developed, and it’s also a muscle that fatigues. So I'd like to see Mumen Rider grappling with how to be a good person. I've thought about this, but I haven't figured out a way to execute it quite yet—whenever I try, he just comes out too similar to the way I write Garou. Probably I will figure it out after spending a bit more time in Mumen's head.

Anyway, if I were ever to write a Mumarou fic, it would be either the sweetest thing ever or the absolute darkest thing ever. I would also like to write a crossover where Mumen is actually Gojo Satoru, this massively over-powered and insufferable character widely considered by his community to a kind of "Chosen One," who, having spent an entire lifetime living under intense and overwhelming pressure, just wants to bike around and touch grass and rescue cats from trees and maybe lose a fight once in awhile, knowing that Saitama's got his back. Gojo's Cursed Technique (magical power) requires him to cover his eyes most of the time, and he has very distinctive features so this could easily work in an AU where we never see Mumen Rider without his biker gear.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Okay, funny you should ask that question, Bestie, because I might ask for your help with this one day. It's an OPM / welcome-to-nightvale crossover:

I use Discord to keep tabs on my WIP notes, and these are literally the only notes I have. Here's a transcription/translation because these notes are somewhat incomplete

Garou taking Tareo to the library for books. Garou saying it will be fun, libraries (“you mean books?” “Books too but mostly libraries”) are fun but also incredibly [[Note: apparently I did not finish this sentence, which is a problem I have often]]

Opening is sweet but then maybe vague mention of “librarian repellent” (Tareo wonders why Garou doesn’t bring any). Garou says “like a librarian would get me down” [[Note: basically, the first scene would be a bait-and-switch, playing around with irony and what most people would picture when tasked with imagining two kids visiting the library]]

When Garou and Tareo arrive, Genos is just very calmly in the library fighting off librarians. Saitama came because he’s bored. or he’s on a quest to not come home with his memory wiped, holding 33 copies of Helen Hunt’s biography. “You too, huh?” Garou says [[Note: this is a frequent occurrence in Nightvale]]

Anyway, for those of you unfamiliar with Welcome to Nightvale, here's what the Nightvale Library is all about:

The Night Vale Public Library is a notable landmark in Night Vale, although there is widespread dissatisfaction with the library among the town's citizens. Its available public computers are outdated and slow, they provide a lending period of only fourteen days, and the Biography section contains nothing but 33 copies of the official biography of Helen Hunt. There have been reports of a faceless spectre who roams through the Biography section, bringing visitors to an untimely end. Cecil expresses his desire for the City Council to make some serious changes to the library, "or I may find myself hoping that the faceless spectre puts the library to the same mysterious, violent end as its many victims."

Unidentifiable black metallic trees suddenly appeared by the library back in June, causing all airborne objects above 30 feet to catch fire. They were cleared away to make room for a new strip mall and parking lot.

It's creepy. It's weird. It's got books—Garou would love this, and he would have certainly survived the summer reading program.

The Summer Reading Program was is was an annual event held at the Night Vale Public Library in a group of kids and teenagers are trapped in the library and possibly forced to learn.

It was abolished around 1983 following an incident known only as "The Time of Knives." During the 2013 program, fourteen students between the ages of 5 and 17 were kidnapped by librarians and trapped in the library. The number later grew to nearly 100 children and teens before the program officially began that day. It was during this event that Tamika Flynn, 12-years-old at the time, battled librarians for the first time. Her triumph established her combat and leadership skills, and the severed head of the librarian served as a reminder of her battle in the summer reading program of 2013.

To promote the 2013 event, posters were placed around town, unbeknownst to the stores they were put on. Some of them read:

- Get into a good book this summer We are going to force you into a good book this summer - You are going to get inside this book, and we are going to close it on you and there is nothing you can do about it

All with the tagline "Catch the flesh-eating reading bacterium!"

Truly, the Summer Reading Program Garou needs and deserves. I've got a decent amount of headcanon but no real plot.

Thank you so much for asking! these are always fun to do.

(original post is here--the ask is still open, I always love talking about my fics, haha)

[violetdrkside]

i dive into a sea of memories, and collect the pieces of our love

Rating: Mature

Categories: Gen Fic, M/M

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen 呪術廻戦

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru

Tags: Angst, Angst and Feels, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Extra Angst, Heavy Angst, SatoSugu, Mentions of Killing, Mentions of Death, JJK Volume 0/Cursed Child Spoilers, Hidden Inventory (Gojo's Past) Spoilers, Shibuya Arc Spoilers, I've had SatoSugu brain rot for over a year (close to two years) and I make sure I make it everyone else's problem, Crossed post on Ao3

Summary: He cannot help, but only think of him. He thinks of every single moment and feeling he has ever shared with and of him. Life can be cruel, and he is not sure how he got here, but sometimes all you can do is dwell on the past as you try and accept your present. It is hard to lose your one and only and the person you ever had. Like slides from movie your brain will play back all those times you ever had of and with them and all you can do is watch.

A/N:

In celebration of Gojo's 1000th day (I know I'm bit late, but let's ignore that) I present some SatoSugu Angst. Also if you do not know what I mean by 1000th day then I would suggest not reading because it might spoil some things for you. Anyway I have severe SatoSugu brain rot. I love them dearly and am obsessed with their relationship and how they interact with one another and how Akutami writes them. The title of the fic is a translated lyric from King Gnu's song 逆夢 (Sakayume) which was featured in the JJK Volume 0 Movie. I looked up multiple sources for the translation of the lyrics and that seems to be the general translation for the lyric. If you have better translations for the song please let me know! But this song absolutely is about Getou and Gojo and makes me sob deep down. BEFORE READING: Volume 0/Cursed Child Spoilers Hidden Inventory (Gojo's Past) Spoilers Shibuya Arc Spoilers (Don't say I did not warn you) Use of King Gnu's lyrics for title. I don't own them. [See end for more notes]

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   "Back then, I thought/That you would always be by my side/As if it was a given."

          The amount of time that has passed is undetermined. The same image keeps playing, flickering like a reel of film projecting onto a screen. The sound of a voice imprinted in his mind on a loop saying one thing. He knows what he saw, what he heard, what his cursed energy told him, but deep down in his soul all the facts are deemed false. Whoever that was, it was not the person who he formed an unbreakable connection with. His whole life flashing like slides as he transcends somewhere out of this world. Unsure when the tears started to flow down his face and unsure if it was from laughing or crying. He combs through every scenario of how this could have happened. What curse made him be banished to this realm? The wiring linking back to right before becoming engulfed by this prison. Every single memory with him, about him, of him is what came rushing back to the blindfolded man before the darkness engulfed him.

           How long has it been now? How many times has he thought of these memories? He is starting to become unsure how long he has been in here. Has it been a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year? Longer than that? 1000 days? Maybe no time has passed at all. Even so…however long it has been, all he can think about is him . His voice. A ghost of his past that he thought he killed, and yet he remains. Well, only his physical embodiment remained, His soul…unfortunately that was lost long ago, perhaps even before he had to take the life of his one, his only.

          He thinks about the first time they met at Jujutsu Tech. How the boy with jet hair and bangs in his face and eyes that closely match had no idea who he even was. He thinks about how they did not even get along at first, but as the days passed, even with different moralities and ideas, one was not seen without the other. He chuckles as he thinks of their fights at Jujutsu Tech, and how the cursed manipulation user would still wield his technique even though he was prohibited from doing so. And all the times Yaga would yell at them for their conduct. How they would drive Shoko crazy from their antics as well.

          He thinks of how all their bickering would end in laughter and no matter their disputes they each knew they could trust and confide in one another even as the sun is setting. All the late nights spent in each other’s rooms to the point it became difficult to tell which room was whose. With clothes left on chairs, souvenirs from all the missions and trips. Different foods and snacks they would bring back to share with one another. He thinks how sometimes their late nights would bleed into early mornings; with droopy eyes and cracked voices as they would fall asleep in one of their beds, because having to travel back to the other’s bed was still too far.

          He thinks about how for the first time he could be free. To travel and see the country and all its variety. How, for the first time, he never had to feel alone and was not treated differently just because he was born with a destiny already planned out for him. Finally, instead of hearing “you” or thinking there was only “me” there was a “we” and an “us.” Neither one of the two had to do anything by themselves because they made a team.

          He wishes that those days of the beginning could go on forever. How he wishes he could hold onto them a little longer. He curses the moment those days became less and less and he wishes he could go back to the day when it was their last. Before everything started to crack and crumble then shatter altogether. Maybe if he knew their last day of laughter and happiness before “we” went back to “you” and “me” he could keep it like that, even if it was just a little longer.

          Unfortunately, he knows when things changed for the two of them. Maybe regardless of the events that had occurred, he could have been more present, he could have gone to change his mind, change his soul before he left completely. That day still haunts him, still lingers, and as much as he wants to deny it, to ignore it, that day was the day he lost all his youth, his hopes, his dreams, all his plans and what could be.

         He remembers how he died that day and how he came back. He remembers thinking how the only person he has ever had was dead too. How he would burn it all down knowing he could not exist in a world where the other was not. He thinks how he should have burnt it down regardless because honestly there was not much left of it anyway. At least not enough for anyone in the future to prosper from it. He thinks of his own face that day. Even though they both have lived, someone who they promised to protect was not. He remembers the brightness and glimmer in his eyes fading along with his smile. How his face became a ghost of what it was.

          That is when the separation started. That is when he was sent on missions alone constantly–when he was recognized as the strongest and no longer needed someone to rely on. That is when everyone started to rely on him . Maybe he could not have changed his destiny. Over all the missions he went on, he would think of him. He would think of how it would be so much better if he were there as well. Just because he did not need him by his side does not mean he did not want him by his side. But that is a lie too: he did need him. With him by his side he was someone, he meant something to people beyond his power, his cursed energy, his six eyes. He remembers all the feelings he felt as a child while in isolation in the confines of his family’s estate flooding back to him as a teenager when he began to spend mission after mission alone. No one to share crepes or other desserts with when he would buy them on their missions away as his best friend would follow and oblige his sweet tooth. Before he knew it all the days were blending together and he wondered if that is what it was like for him as well.

          He should have been there more for him. Maybe convince Yaga that they should do a mission together instead of separately, and have Shoko join them too so it could be like it was in the beginning . Maybe instead of crashing in his own room from the tiring days, he could have gone to his room, to spend the night there like they used to. Talk about their plans and dreams like they always did. He should have been there more for him . He should have been present, because if he himself was still hurting from that fateful day he could only imagine how the other man felt. All he wanted was to see from his eyes and maybe, just maybe, they could fix it together. They could work through all the problems; all the issues they were going through like they always did. Even if there was fighting, he knew laughter would follow.

           He can feel himself finding it hard to breathe. Was it this place he was in? Was it something else? Maybe this time he is actually…dying. How long has it been now? How long has he been lingering on every day he had with him? Every moment. Maybe…maybe…he could not change a single thing. Maybe no matter what he did it would have gone like this. Maybe if he was never in his life, none of this would have happened. Maybe he would have had a chance for a happy life. Besides, you cannot grieve for something you never had in the first place. Maybe he should have stayed in isolation…never gone to Jujutsu Tech. Learned everything from home. Not involving anyone else in his life. Was this the curse he was born with? He could feel the heaviness in his chest growing. Suddenly a thought occurred… 

            Is this what it feels like to swallow curse after curse? Is this how Suguru felt all this time?

        He starts to think of that excruciating day when they met each other in Omoide Yokochō, how he was instructed to execute him, his other half and could not. Instead, he stood there and let him walk away. He regrets letting him go, blending with the crowd. The words he said to him that day still haunt him and quite honestly, he still does not think he has the answer to the question he asked him all those years ago. The heartbreaking honest answer, he kept hidden deep behind his six eyes was he never wanted to become the strongest. He did not want the whole Jujutsu world to rely on him, to use him. He did not solely want to be the strongest, or at least he did not want to be the strongest on his own. If he was going to be the strongest he wanted to do it with him by his side.

            He wanted to go back to when the two of them felt like they were on top of the world. He wanted to go back to when they would say, “We are the strongest.” The only way he has tried to fill this hole is teaching. Teaching the young jujutsu sorcerers and guiding them so they can create a better world, and prevent being in a world like the one he grew up in. He knew at one point that is what the other man would do, before he changed, before he went his own way. He knew they were supposed to teach the new generation. Guide them together, but instead he does it himself, for both of them, for a lost dream they once shared.   

His mind keeps circulating on the same thoughts. Should he have held onto him harder, or maybe a little less? Maybe he should never have let them become as close as they were. Maybe they should have just stayed classmates, nothing more, nothing less. But…he became greedy, in order to feel human. To have someone’s warm breath against your ear as they whisper a secret. To share meals with. To walk alongside someone as shoulders brush against one another. To smile, to laugh, to cry, to fight with. All to feel alive. If he did not share these moments with him, would there have been anyone else who would come along in his life to share them with, to make him feel the way he did with him. To feel things he did not know a person could feel. If it was not for him, would he have been blessed–would he have been cursed–with all these memories, experiences, feelings if it were not for him.

            He thinks of all the years that passed and how the years apart became longer than the years together. He thinks about the possibility of him leaving too. Leaving Jujutsu Tech and going to chase after him, to be with him. Maybe he would not feel the burning of the hole in his heart grow if he were to be by his side again. The life he lived up until this point was originally because of him, before his soul switched, this is the life that he originally wanted.This is what they were supposed to do. To protect, not to harm. He thinks maybe they did curse each other…

            Sitting in the empty classrooms of his youth as the sun set and the sky would change colors, he would sit reminiscing about the things he would tell him. How he made him listen to him, even when he was acting arrogant. No one had ever done that before, but for him, he listened to his friend as he would look into his dark and shining eyes. Through his words he trusted him, and would give him everything.

            That day he came back to their school where they had created so many memories. He could feel him even before seeing him. Even if it had been what seemed like another lifetime, he still memorized everything about him. Then there he was. With the people he now called his family, preaching about his new beliefs to his students. How his voice, his words pierced him because in a different life they were to be side by side teaching these students together. On that day though, he hears that man speak of a different world, a different life his former self would be against. He now speaks of war, of cursing each other. How he remembers his stomach twisting from his words. When did he believe bloodshed would fix everything? Does he not remember that day they almost died, how someone did die, how multiple people died, and what it felt like to see someone with a life lose it in seconds. How horrendous that felt. Here he is now calling for a war, where more lives can, will, and were lost.

            Finally, that day came. The day he had been avoiding since the day he turned his back, never to return. He is not sure if it was cruel or fitting for it to end that way. He really did not want it to be this way. Maybe it would have been easier for him if Yuuta and Rika were the ones that ended his life, or maybe it would not have. Until the end he trusted him. For the other man he held no hard feelings for those of Jujutsu High. They both knew how this would be their last moment with each other. He remembers how he looked into the injured man’s eyes and though they were the same eyes he had always gazed into all those years ago, he knew they were different now. He remembers how he would do anything to see them glow again even just for a moment before he would have to do what he has been dreading to do for all these years. For a second he hoped they could be like they were before.

            It was not that long ago this happened. All the feelings are still there like an open wound. The way he says his name still makes his heart beat a little faster, because it always sounded different when he would say it. Then, when he would speak his name off his tongue he could not help for his stomach to flip, to clench just slightly because was this really going to be the last time he says his name to him. No matter how much he wanted to shove that evening away from his thoughts, it still plays like it was yesterday, every day. He recalls how he wishes he would curse him even if it was a little in the end, but they both know that they could never do that to each other. Though what they will not admit is they already did curse each other. The truth is already there to prove it had done its toll on the two sorcerers. 

He thinks of his last words he said to him and just before he took his last breath. He had laughed and for the man reliving his memories like a featured film, to see him laugh one more time, for his eyes to soften like they once were when they were younger filled him up to the point of absolutely destroying him. Because after this, his worst nightmare was about to come true. To be in a world where the other man would not exist. It did not matter if they were not physically present in each other’s lives these past years, they still both knew that the other one was still breathing, still living their own life. And now…and now…this is where everything ended.

            He thinks back to how he took his last breath before taking someone else’s. He did everything he could to keep his composure, but he knew that the only person he ever had, knew that he was anything but composed. In a flash it was over, but everything else remained. Before he could do anything else he stood there before the man that he thought would always be in his life and let the tears fall from his eyes. The ones he always held back after all these years because now there would never be a “we.” This was it, this is how it ended.

            He thinks about how he had to leave his body there in the alley, to ensure the safety and lives of the jujutsu sorcerers of the future. He thinks back of having to tell Shoko of the death of their friend. She had always kept herself more composed and indifferent of their friend’s leaving. In that moment though he sees how her face drops and eyes begin to water as she too grieves the loss of her friend. Seeing his nonchalant friend and coworker break that composure caused him to break more than he already was. He had convinced her to not dispose of his body and because she was one to not want to get in the middle of things she did not go against his words.

            For the first time Gojo cannot be greedy, he spends the last remaining time he has left with Geto before letting his “family” give him a proper burial. The tears flowing down his face and how he wishes he could have more time and thinks about all their firsts and all their lasts, just as he is reliving them again in the place where time does not exist. Oh how he wishes he could see how they saw each other in each other’s eyes…

    Ever since that day he goes through each day missing him living the fantasies of what they could have had, knowing they are all false realities. He tries to live a life that he would have wanted him to live before things shattered, because that was the only life he ever really wanted. Even though a lot of the days were difficult, and it felt like he would wake up and fall asleep with tears in his sky filled eyes, there were days that felt like the past did not exist only the present. He held onto those days, those moments, because he knew they were precious.

            The hardest days were the ones where it seemed like a new life was forming and though the past can never be erased a new life for the future can still bloom, but then a certain smell, song, sound, place would appear or he would come across something that threw him back to the past and then that is where his mind would live. He would feel the uncertainty clinging with doubt, if he could even be able to get out of the whirling winds of the past to be able to live in the present again. Those days are the hardest because of how warming it is to live in the happy, beautiful moments of the past, because at one point everything he ever wanted was there.

            Now he thinks back to what was moments ago, or has it been longer than that? How long has it been since he saw him? It was him, his body at least, but everything else was not. In the remnants of his soul, he knew that was not the person he shared the deepest connection within his life. How could he be fooled? Did he really miss him that much? Was that truly the thing he desired most, was to have him back? He knows there is so much more in this world and in this life, but without him in it, it is a bit bleak.

            His name keeps ringing inside his head along with his own from the person who he cared about most in this world. When did everything become so cursed?

WC: 3,412

24 October 2022

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Happy 1000th Day of Gojo's Sealing! You did it baby!

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A/N: Hello Lovelies thank you for reading! Apologies for the hurt, but I cannot help it. Shout out to my friend Mint who helped me edit! I highly appreciate it, since I wrote this while recovering from surgery the last two weeks (don't worry I am okay)

Also shout out to all the incredible people from the discord I am apart of and dealing with my SatoSugu brain rot. Plus for always being supportive and encouraging! <3

Please leave comments and thoughts also any constructive criticism! (I don't mind, constructive being key.)  If I missed a tag let me know. And remember the only heart  you should smash is the like button <3 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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[shesinmy]

Hey!!! How are you?

I hope you're well

I can request JJK characters with a s/o that has the physique like Kanroji Mitsuri (from Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer)

In Kimetsu no Yaiba's manga, Mitsuri ripped Muzan's arm off quickly with all her strength (Her strength is equivalent to 8x an ordinary man)

The s/o could hold her strength and use a weapon like Mitsuri's (a sword that can be used as a whip) and look cute and innocent (appearance only), and also have flexibility (like Mitsuri)

They could have discovered her strength through a fight against an unidentified special level cursed spirit in which she would have forgotten her weapon and then resorted to physical strength and used all her strength.

I'm sorry if something is spelled wrong, I'm using Google Translate because I'm afraid of spelling something wrong and/or with the wrong meaning of what I wanted to say, my native language is Brazilian Portuguese

And I'm sorry for sending lots of pictures, and talking about some ideas of things s/o could use/look like and how the characters discovered her strength

And I'm putting the s/o pronouns as feminine because I'm kind of used to using feminine pronouns to call the reader (And I think the neutral pronouns strange (much more the ones in Brazil where they use U/X/I))

If you don't want to make this request, then you can delete it.

JJK WITH PHYSICAL SUPER STRONG AND FLEXIBLE S/O

Warning: suggestive

1. Gojo Satoru: he thinks you are the owner of the world. He tells everyone about the amazing things you can do and how you easily defeated that stupid curse. He also let you do the missions while he just sits watching the show. "My Mochimochi, sure is the strongest s/o of the strongest Gojo Satoru". He surely uses this on bed.

2. Nanami Kento: he finds it really hot. He specially loves when you use your legs to defeat the enemy. So much so that he is standing there staring you in awe. You were one of the reasons for him to go back to jujutsu's world. He just wanted to see you fighting everyday.

3. Itadori Yuji: oh, this boy is the happiest boy in the world. He wants to train with you, spar with you, go on missions with you. He wants to do everything possible to see you using your strength. It was love at first kick.

4. Fushiguro Megumi: he wonders if you came from the Zenin family. He still can't believe that such raw power is possible to even exist. He wants to study you by giving you lot of challenges and seeing how far you can go. He is always impressed and flustered, ending his research on the bedroom.

5. Kugisaki Nobara: she loves it. She does thousands different posts showing your fight moves. She also walks around with you making people recognize your value. Whenever someone give her a side look she comes with a "My Y/n here is going to destroy you in a blink of an eye".

6. Inumaki Toge: he likes to pass his fingers on your muscles gently drawing their lines. He loves when you carry him around, he abuses from your strength. He also puts you to spar against Panda betting on who's gonna win. He always bets on you because he knows the s/o he has is something out of this world.

7. Okkotsu Yuta: the first time he saw you fighting he was speechless. He burns inside seeing how you can keep up with him by only using your amazing strong body. So he loves to spar with you. It always ends with him turned on though.

THIS WAS FUN! I hope I could get everything you meant. Let me know if something was missing or if you want more development anywhere!! And brazilian here recognize your brazilian there ahhahahhaa :))))

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[suguwu]

ooh can you tell us more about nanami's psyche that would lead him to spiral into being a villain post Shibuya arc?

this has been in my inbox forever i'm so sorry

i actually don't think nanami would spiral into being a villain post-shibuya! for me, as soon as he returned to the sorcerer world, any chance of him becoming a villain is gone. which is mostly because of how he returns.

when nanami goes back, he goes back with his eyes open. he understands what he's returning to in a way he couldn't have understood when he was a student and a very young teen.he's been through the worst of it. through the elders' failures, through incredible loss. he left because of all of that, and then he went back.

so with that in mind, i really have a hard time seeing him becoming a villain post-return. i think he would still harbor his understanding for why getou defected, but him defecting? not anymore.

and then there's shibuya. we see him falter for the first time since going back. he falters (understandably so) and then immediately keeps going. he keeps going, and he does it with no fanfare. he doesn't hype himself up, though he has to be in horrific pain (if his nerves haven't been burned away).

nanami asks "haven't i done enough?" and then does more.

conviction isn't everything. it can be rattled, it can be destroyed, but nanami's already done that. he left. he came back. and as i said before, i think the key there is he knew what he was coming back to.

plus, if he had survived, there's itakugifushi to think of. he's been adamant about his responsibility to them—and other young sorcerers—as an adult. i don't see him leaving them behind.

there's also gojo being out of commission. it leaves a huge void, obviously, one that nanami would know he couldn't fill. but he could patch it, even just a tiny bit, and that would potentially save lives. nanami's needed. and that is such a core part of him.

if anything, i think nanami would have come out of shibuya more committed to sorcery.