#gojo is a fuckboy

[wystericwoes]

“𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚’𝖑𝖑 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖕𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋, 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑.”

-𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣-

Art is mine!! :)

Chapter warnings: Brief descriptions of violence, sex, (oral) anxiety, curses being curses so therefore gore + fighting and the works. Lore accurate characters, Fuckboy Gojo Satoru. Mentions of toxic dynamics/relationships, cussing

GN reader but some implications to afab anatomy.

Reader has chronic anxiety + paranoia

In his over 1000 years of living,

Nothing had ever brought Sukuna to his knees.

He was undefeated, relentless, and above all else- a monster.

To any person in the jujutsu world, the name Ryomen Sukuna meant something- it struck fear into even the strongest among them, he was a figure from history who was used as a cautionary tale. The cursed man who killed hundreds if not thousands of jujutsu sorcerers.

It was cold. On a certain day hundreds of years ago, the day he truly became The King of Curses.

Sukuna was a human- at least he was at some point. And over time he had lost those shreds of humanity, one by one dropping dead into nothing.

He felt no more remorse, he felt no more sympathy, he felt nothing except the thrill of his increasing strength.

But he was still human after all.

A dying flame from a candle almost entirely burned out, resided deep inside him.

A concubine, an object of simple pleasure somehow warped into something he couldn't have ever imagined. Something he had never known.

Fucking love.

When he found you that night is when he truly became irredeemable.

He was on his knees, dirt staining his robes.

Doctor- is there a doctor around???

No, the whole village was gone. And even if there was they wouldn’t have helped him.

Okay, you’re bleeding. Stop the bleeding

His hand made its way around your throat as he rushed to find anything he had on him that could help.

He tried reversed cursed energy, but you were too far gone and too badly injured. It was a lost cause. But that's just the power you held over him, making him defy logic- be hopeful even.

Hope. what a terrible thing. It makes us think we can be or do anything, it gives the weak the chance to think they can be strong.

Yet here he was, holding onto it.

The moon shone over you, ethereal beams traced over the shape of your body, you were angelic- he didn’t deserve you.

On his hands and knees, gripping his heart.

In his last effort to save you, he had done something to try and bring you back to life

He was desperate.

His hand moved to his chest and down his left arm, then he channeled all the energy from his body for several moments as a spectra of light grew and morphed from his hand, until he was weak, and with his hand was an orb of something convulsing in a hue of whites and blacks.

The orb had formed from his veins, tendrils of energy separating from his body as he attempted to do everything he could to resurrect you. His veins beneath his skin began to glow an ominous purple color, the way one looks when struck by lightning.

With his free hand, he ripped open your shirt- and shoved the ball of concentrated energy into your heart by pressing his hand against your cold clammy skin.

As he did his nose began to bleed, grunting as your body fought the acceptance of the orb- but he persisted. Using the last of his strength to force it in as it slowly sunk into you. His body nearly fell limp, limbs shaking as all the energy and strength was expelled from his body, but he persisted.

His brows furrowed, face sweating, and heart racing.

Wiping away the blood from his nose and lips with his already dirty sleeve with his free hand smearing blood on his face, he coughed up more blood as the last slither of light was absorbed into you.

His breath heaved as he stayed hunched over your lifeless body. The color drained from his face; he looked like he had almost aged several years in the span of seconds.

Deafening silence overcame the ruins of the once lively village. He sat upright on his knees, never wavering his gaze from your unmoving form. Heavy breaths followed the quiet, his body shaking from his futile action.

When he went to see if his efforts had not been in vain, he was met with nothing. No pulse. No beating heart.

He had tried everything. He’s supposed to be the king. The strongest. Hundreds have fallen to his feet dead, and yet right now with your body at his knees he never felt more powerless.

you were gone.

He rested his forehead on yours.

Every part of him hurt. He thought he was the strongest, but this was a cruel reminder. He couldn’t even help you in your final moments. He didn’t deserve to be known as anything; he didn’t deserve to live when you were dead.

His pain was dreadfully quiet. No shouting or cursing at the world for its cruelty. Just grit teeth and heavy breaths.

The sky darkened around the forest clearing that you were in. A storm was on its way, and it would not have mercy.

And that was the day that he had become the monster he had always been.

Any hope for him died with you,

He buried two people that day.

You currently work at your job living a mundane life, you’ve had your hardships, and you’ve had your fair share of conflicts and events. To you, the life you’ve lived up to now was the norm. You didn’t think it could’ve gotten any different than now, eventually you’d grown into a pattern of familiarity and had seen most things the world had to offer.

Until you saw a giant monster eating a woman alive at your local convenience store.

You stood there shell-shocked, frozen for a moment taking in the sight you had just unfortunately stumbled upon, it was grotesque.

An eyeball was popped out of her socket, there was clear signs of struggle along her body with bruises and a dislocated shoulder, that lovely moment was now seeded into your brain as everything happened so fast.

The monster looked over at you, hearing the sounds of your heavy breathing and fast heart. Like a little rabbit who ran straight into the wolf's den.

You were about to book it full speed- when the monster ran away from you. And he looked terrified.

You weren’t one to question a chance out of danger and with that window of opportunity you hauled ass out the door down the street.

You couldn’t scream for help- you would sound absolutely batshit insane.

What we’re you supposed to say? “Garbodor from your worst nightmares just ate a woman alive in front of me and then left” You couldn’t go to the cops.

You let yourself worry about those things later as your feet carried you far away from the scene. Your lungs burned, your nose stung from the dry air and frantic breathing.

You finally got a crowded spot and hit yourself against a wall panting frantically.

What. The. Fuck.

You always knew that you had some crazies in your family but never like this? A hallucination? A nightmare, brain tumors?!

You finally took several deep breaths and let the adrenaline mellow out through your body and shaky hands. You did a double- no, triple take around you to see. Everyone around you was calm, life went on normally, aside from a few concerned passing looks.

Your brain tried to rationalize what you just saw in any way possible. Frantically searching through the database of your brain for anything even remotely close to a logical explanation. You were torn between mental illness and a terrible prank.

Uncertainty was you. In this very moment, the only thing that you could feel or be.

What do you do now?

After the police were notified, Jujutsu tech picked up the case and was assigned to go investigate a very gruesome murder around the area- something simple for them if you can believe it.

When they passed the police tape, there was blood scattered across the inside of the shop. Glass was broken, shelves were downed, bloody handprints and scratches caked the walls.

What hurt was when someone fought in their final moments.. when they almost had a chance. When the death wasn’t quick

This person died in fear.

The curse was no where to be found, it had fled the scene. That’s unusual for curses, seeing as they usually aren’t scared of low level sorcerers or civilians.

“What happened here…?” One woman in a black suit said with slight disgust.

"Grade 3 curse attack, we'll have to start damage control immediately."

“We need to check is there were any witnesses.”

The other mumbled under his breath.

“Do you see any signs of a witness?” She quipped

“Actually..”

The faintest mark of blood the bottom of a shoe at the door.

“We need to figure out what happened. Sooner rather than later."

"We might need to get a professional in here to check for traces of cursed energy. Get a better feel of what played out."

"This seems like a pretty open and-shut case- the civilian will probably just think they hallucinated the whole ordeal."

"Look closer." Pointing at the bloody shoe print, revealing the faintest trail of footprints composed of cursed energy leading down the sidewalk.

They looked at each other, one sighing.

"Alright, let's go."

Sitting in a dark room surrounded by people in dark clothing was not how you thought you’d be spending your Tuesday.

You had just been interrogated about what you saw. And while that affirmed that you weren't crazy, the fact that it was real arose an entirely new set of problems.

Your first impression was that this was some undercover- government CIA men in black scenario and you had seen something you shouldn’t have.

Eventually, you cracked when they kept reassuring you everything was okay, and you weren't developing late-stage schizophrenia.

They started explaining all these terms to you like “sorcerer” and “curses” " but your head was spinning so fast you could barely keep up with any information that they threw.

They were pretty sympathetic towards you, and explained that you weren’t crazy, and that you yourself was one of these sorcerers.

You didn’t like this main-character-chosen-one-secretly has powers thing going on. You were late to work, and although the coffee they gave you was good and your feelings were validated, you just wanted to forget about it.

No one seemed to protest when you decided to get up and leave, that was until you opened the door to meet a 6ft tall supermodel who almost made your jaw slack.

He chuckled as you admired his features. Sharp bones and the most unique hair you’d ever seen. Was that natural? I mean If monsters and warlocks were, this wasn’t the craziest piece of information you had received all day.

What really got your attention was that he was blindfolded.

“I think there’s something they forgot to mention.”

He pointed to his colleagues, one hand in his pocket

“You see, you can’t leave. You’re a jujutsu sorcerer, and that curse you saw isn’t going to be the last.”

Another person in the room turned their head at him.

"Well, it's most likely that they can only see curses and can't actually-"

He cut them off with a pointed finger. Not even entertaining the idea of letting the person finish their sentence.

The other people in the room stood silent not daring to threaten his authority and judgment. Even if it made no logical sense at the moment. Something always universally accepted was that Gojo Satoru knew more than you did about something in any given situation.

“You’re gonna need to learn how to control that energy, and protect yourself.”

Although the answer sounded real, He was lying. A half-truth, the first of many to come. You didn’t know about what or why, but you could sense it. He escorted you out of the dark room which allowed you to get a better look at where you were.

Many old traditional-style buildings secluded in trees followed along in a fashion similar to a school. And although you couldn't explain it, everything felt as if it were shifting around you- like if you averted your gaze then at any second something in your peripheral would suddenly change.

You and Gojo were walking side by side as he began speaking.

"You probably have a lot of questions."

No shit.

"Yeah, understatement of the year."

"I can help. Ask away!"

"Okay, if the floors open I guess I'll start with why I'm here?"

"For your own safety."

Vague and cryptic. But you were too tired to pry in the moment.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"To the dorms"

"Dorms?"

"You see, Dorms are large apartment like buildings which are usually used to house students for certain periods of time.-"

"I didn't mean- I meant why are we going?"

"To let you situate yourself in a safe place."

"Okay... and when can i leave?"

"When you're situated!"

You made a frustrated noise under your breath.

"Okay okay, earlier someone said how did you know to take me in? And how did you find me?"

"You left a residual trail of cursed energy that you produced from the scene, we just followed those. And from measuring the amount of it we found that you're no ordinary person! You're a jujutsu sorcerer."

"A what??"

He promptly sat the both of you down on a nearby bench.

He took in a deep breath like one does before they monologue for a while and explained everything to you. Cursed energy, techniques, the school, sorcerers and its society, curses and their ranks.

Your head was hurting, you placed a hand up to it and leaned in.

When you weren't paying attention during your deep contemplation of this rapidly and increasingly concerning situation- he had changed into sunglasses.

Although you weren’t gonna admit it he was fucking gorgeous.

He looks over at you through his sunglasses slightly crouched to meet your gaze better

“Something on your mind?”

“Yeah- a lot actually! I just got told by a bunch of people that I’m a magician after stumbling upon a murder. And now I have to live with a bunch of high schoolers in some magic temple. for my supposed safety.”

“It’s jujutsu sor-“

“Sorcerers yes I know.”

He quirked a brow and grinned. You were cute.

"I'm glad you listened to my lecture then."

"What other choice do I have?"

You two sat in a moment of silence, allowing you to soak everything in.

You kept noticing him stealing glances at you.

“Can I help you?”

He squinted his eyes at you and lowered his glasses

“Where’d you say you were from again?”

“I don’t see why that’s important.”

“Just a conversation starter! Relax.”

He was lying again.

He stood up, holding out a hand to help you also stand, and you continued your walk to the dorms.

You were so shocked and stressed from all that had happened today, that you didn't even care you missed work, or that this stranger was making you stay here. All you could focus on was the promise of sleep and safety, which you soon let engulf you as you reached your room.

That night was also the night of Megumi's task to retrieve the special grade cursed object.

When Megumi brought Yuuji back to the school, you were sleeping in bed when you heard a commotion below, you nosily and annoyingly looked through the window but couldn't hear much so you quietly opened the window and stuck your head out. (It's not like you had anything better to do.)

you watched as the man from earlier carried an unconscious person over his shoulder and was on the phone in a yelling match with someone being followed by a kid with black hair. other people were also looking around, interested. it felt good to know you weren't the only nosy one.

even with the window open you could only hear every other word.

"Aware-- Understand-- i-- just--- about-- more--- if---not dead."

they turned the corner before you could eavesdrop anymore.

With a defeated sigh, you lay in your twin bed, barely getting any sleep after the events of the day. Everything that had happened still not fully settled in.

When Sukuna was defeated, he had a lot of time alone in his own brain. Well, more like his thoughts. He didn't have a brain anymore

First came arrogance, then denial. How did some sardonic sorcerer no better than the dog shit one accidentally steps upon beat him? better yet seal his soul.

he thinks to himself only had he not done with you what he did. and it wasn't even worth it- you still died.

Even with his natural intelligence and eventful life, memories became blurry to him. At first, it was revenge, escape, and his own fulfillment. The image of his enemies being tortured and murdered kept him grounded from descent into insanity. He would nail them up by their hands onto trees after breaking every bone in their body and just barely keep them on the precipice of life as he murdered their family in front of them, and their friends, and their dog because fuck you.

After his rage, he went to reflection. How'd he gotten beat. His weaknesses, his flaws... His misdirections. Was there a better way it could've gone? Maybe there was a god and he finally received karma... no. He refused to belive that. If there was a god what a sick bastard he must've been to allow sukuna to be born in the first place.

Being born, unwanted, his parents. He hardly remembers now, and it doesn't really matter anyway..

Without the outlet of murder, he was left to think about you. He was his own worst enemy, you held the knife to his throat, and no matter what he would never have moved out of your way.

The one chance he ever had at being a human again had been taken from him. he didn't blame himself; he blamed the world. His dad for impregnating the egg that became him.

He never hated himself- no. But he understood why people hated him. If he were anyone else, he would've developed a strong disdain for himself as well.

The only difference was they couldn't do anything about their hate for him, too weak.

His train of thought kept shifting involuntarily to you. Your stupid habits, the things you considered flaws. The way he could just pick you up like nothing made him feel gratified. He missed that. Doing what he wanted when he was the strongest.

But he figured dwelling on those things wouldn't get him anywhere.

You woke up feeling almost hung over from all the adrenaline high you kept coming down from yesterday.

Things were fully settling in, and the residual shock was residing into confusion and frustration.

what do you do now? where do you go? do you just sit here waiting for someone to tell you what to do? you figured you had at least deserved as much as to go outside. They had a cute garden...

You were abruptly stopped by a white paper bag at your feet with a note.

"Sorry for all the confusing things going on, we can talk later.

-The handsome one :)"

you rolled your eyes at that. although the gesture was appreciated.

Who knew fearing for your life so much would make you build such an appetite.? You ate all of it like you hadn't eaten in weeks, you were feeling a little better until you also realized you didn't shower yesterday, and you suddenly became all too aware of your smell.

What were you supoosed to do? Wait for permission? just roam freely? there weren't any rules or regulation you were told to follow... you didn't know very much but you did know this tiny ass room was suffocating. you decided fuck it and went down the hall.

You searched the old wooden building and saw other rooms, a common area, and finally the showers. They were separated by sex so you had to look around to find the one you could go into. then you realized you had no clothes. Okay well, a clean body and dirty clothes are better than all-around dirtiness. You've definitely settled for worse.

You began the process of running the water, upset at the overall situation.

You realized only when you were half naked that you had no toiletries at all. You audibly groaned out loud. As if you couldn't be more defeated in the state of your life right now, you also couldn't even properly shower.

You wrapped a towel around you and began searching the bathroom. Of course, there was nothing that could help you in here because why would life make anything easy for you? You were essentially alone in this building and couldn't really care anymore. then you made your way down the halls seeing if there was anything that the oh so generous universe would grant you. A brush, floss, a bar of soap, an 8 in one???

Sighing in defeat, you exit your room to hear the sounds of footsteps behind you. You turn around to see slender man, well- actually it’s Gojo Satoru.

“Did you get the food I left?”

“Ohhh you left that”

He dramatically put his hand on his forehead and feigned being hurt.

“I signed it!”

“Not really… open to interpretation.”

Although he was the hottest person you may have ever seen and made tears fall from your legs you were never gonna admit that to him. You could tell he oozed arrogance and was used to getting what he wanted,

He eyed you up and down, and then you remembered you were half naked.

You tightened the grip on your towel.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You stuck a hand out and did an "obviously not/what do you think?" motion.

"We're going out!"

Of course, a man who looked as expensive as him had equally expensive spending habits. He told you to indulge yourself as much as you wanted because "he could handle it."

Although you're pretty sure he was just showing off like a male peacock.

You had never liked white-collar elitist rich boys whose daddy was their lawyer, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like their money being spent on you.

At first, you felt guilty. When you picked one shirt, he insisted on ten more. You eyed a piece of jewelry too long and the next thing you know a small paper bag slipped into your larger ones.

You had to take a step back and assess why he was doing this. Was he buttering you up? Trying to win you over? Maybe he was actually trying to help you and make you feel better after the shitty day(s) you've had.

You two were settled at a nice restaurant eating lunch when your own anxieties consumed you,

"You're not doing all this so I'll sleep with you right?"

He intermittently choked on his bite of food and had to punch his chest to get it back down the right pipe again. Your bluntness wasn't something that he was used to.

"No, and quite frankly I'm offended.”

He turned his nose up at you dramatically which made you roll your eyes.

"So then why?"

His gaze met yours through his dark glasses, and his face went solemn. Genuine sincerity laced in his words.

"I want you to open up to me, is all."

"Why do you want that?"

"Because you are interesting. You've got this... I guess you could say walls around you I can't seem to get past."

"...So, this is a bribe."

"More of a… friendly suggestion!" he went back to his cheery and smile demeanor.

you sighed. As much as you knew not to give into coercion, you felt a little bad.

"I've always had issues trusting people, even as a kid. I've always had this profound feeling of discomfort when I would begin to open myself up. Like they would take advantage of me."

For the first time all day he actually shut up. He rested a fist under his chin and leaned further into the table.

"What's crazy is that most people never hurt me. I'm fully aware that most people have good intentions... and yet my natural instinct is to run away before they get too close."

He looked at you with an unreadable expression.

"Okay now that this is awkward tell me something about yourself."

"Wellll pfffff... pf. pf. pf... I'm the strongest jujutsu sorcerer."

you quirked a brow. you weren't sure if he was telling the truth or fucking with you.

"I come from a long line of sorcerers, I love sweet food, annndddd I'm very popular."

"And cocky."

"I prefer Confident."

You had a small smile from his radiant energy. He really was nice to be around. And that's not the money talking either (but it does help)

"Okay okay... tell me one thing you think about me, and I’ll confirm or deny it.” he said excitedly.

"Are you just fishing for compliments?"

"Are you saying I deserve compliments?"

You huffed lightly.

"I think you probably sleep around."

He gasped.

"What assumptions! I was hoping for a more 'you have a nice smile' but if you want to play it that way..."

he brought his finger to his chin and tapped it a few times. making a 'hmmmm' sound.

"I bet you don't get around enough."

"I'd rather be a prude than a slut."

this was war.

"Agree to disagree.” He shrugged his shoulders.

"No, disagree to disagree! I bet you mix up the names of all the people you sleep with." You stood your ground, and although you came off as aggressive, you enjoyed this banter.

"I bet you have a shrine of your first boyfriend you ever had and all you did was kiss."

"Man whore!" you furrowed your brows and stood up to look down on him, which quickly backfired when he also stood up, meeting your eyes with his own.

"Virgin!"

"Am not!!"

"I bet you couldn't seduce a guy if you were the last person on earth and he had no other options.”

"I bet you only have sex so you can come and then you leave straight after."

He dramatically gasped

"I'll have you know I am an excellent lover!"

"For thirty seconds maybe."

He moved his face a little closer to yours

"It would be the best thirty seconds of your life."

"Oh yeah? prove it."

when you said that to him you really meant it rhetorically. You didn’t think before you spoke but you’re not exactly complaining- the time in between then and now where you currently have the most beautiful man on earth between your legs was a bit blurry. He slammed some cash on the table, you two scampered away and turned around into the nearest bathroom, and that's where you are now.

You usually tried to maintain an "at least third date" rule for hookups, but the stress of what had just happened in your life had fully settled in, and now you required some much-deserved stress relief. You couldn't deny yourself him when he so graciously offered himself on a polished refined silver platter that you could never afford.

"Tell me what you want, your majesty."

He had a shit eating grin that you wanted to just fuck off his face.

You didn’t know if he was being sweet or sarcastic.

"You're the one who blew your paycheck, you tell me."

"You don't have to pay me back you know?"

“I know that…”

“You’re the one who wanted me to ‘prove it.’”

Your face heated up and you refused to look him in the eyes because you knew he had the upper hand. Even with him waiting for you to tell him what to do. You were so damn horny right now you weren’t in the mood to talk.

“Ugh, I don’t know Gojo- just touch me.”

he graciously manhandled you onto the counter and locked the door behind him, you weren't one for public stuff but something about him made you want to risk it all. He ran his hand up your leg and fidgeted with the buttons.

“Here?”

You nodded.

he pulled down your underwear and bottoms gracefully, taking in every moment that the cool air kissed your suddenly exposed warm skin.

He sank to his knees, hands rubbing circles around your thighs.

He opened your legs to allow his head to fit between them better, his breath fanned over that spot you needed him most right in the center. When you involuntarily arched your back and bucked your hips into him, he moved back and started working his way up with hickeys from your lower to higher thighs.

That unfamiliar sensation of suckling in the sensitive area of your thighs pushed you just a little closer to that brink of insanity.

It stung, but above all else felt so fucking sensitive and made your body flinch when he first made contact.

The higher he went the more sensitive you were, thin skin hardly ever touched by the sun being attacked by a white haired beautiful assailant.

You held back a moan trying to avoid him having the satisfaction.

When he was done working his way up, He looked at his watch and then with sudden motion you had no way of preparing for, one hand was gripped around your hip and another on the fat of your thigh while he latched his mouth onto the most sensitive bundle of nerves that was swollen in need.

“F-fuck...!”

You bit down on your wrist as the sensations overwhelmed you. His mouth was pure magic, of fucking course he just had to be good at everything.

A man on a mission, he gave you no room to prepare. After that previous onslaught of teasing, he went straight to it. You both respected and resented that.

It all happened so quick and overwhelmingly, like he knew your body better than you did. Within moments you felt a coil up in your stomach that had you shocked

You didn’t believe that he had actually managed or push you into the beginning of an orgasm that quick.

You wanted to fight it, but your own body betrayed you.

The muscles in your legs and pelvis clenched and tensed furthering the process as it forced you to chase it faster.

Although the orgasm was so sudden and quick that it wasn’t the most intense you had ever had, it was still an orgasm none the less.

You almost broke skin biting down on your own hand, whimpers still stifled behind it.

Your legs wrapped around his head, squeezing him so hard as if you were scared, he might go.

At the end of it, you were taking shallow and rapid breaths. Trying to get your bearings in what just happened-

“H-how… how did you…”

You said between pants.

He looked down at his watch again and you heard a little click.

He proudly faced the watch to you like a kid who won an award.

28.7 seconds

“Motherfucke-!”

The walk home was quieter.

You two walked along side each other, standing a little closer than before.

Satoru was talking about something about his favorite students. As annoying as it was to listen to him ramble for so long, you thought it was sweet how much he seemed to care about them.

“-you see what makes Megumi really interesting is his tactility and ability to make executive decisions in the last second. You don’t usually see that in someone so young y’know? He’s got great potential…-“

You had been lost in your own train of thought and were hardly paying attention.

You know what he had said but you still felt guilty. He was carrying bags over his shoulder of all the things he had bought for you, you got to finish when he didn’t, and although you didn’t admit it you wanted to do something for him. You were truly grateful, and he had no way of knowing.

You also felt safer with him.

“How are you feeling?”

His sudden direct statement to you got you to snap out of it.

“Oh, I’m fine.” You weren’t necessarily lying. But you wondered why he asked.

“Y’know you’re special.”

He was looking straight ahead, and so we’re you. Barely seeing him in your peripheral vision

“Please. Spare me that”

You thought he was just trying to do the classic move of “I promise you’re different” and he probably did this with everyone.

“I’m being serious.”

When he said that, he sounded like he meant it. There was no undertone of sarcasm, or hint of arrogance. Nothing laced in his words other than sincerity.

“So are you. But you probably already know that.”

He was different in every way possible, looks, flamboyancy, intelligence, as much as you hated to admit it his sex skills-

Ever since he was born, he’s likely been told he was exceptional. And standing next to someone like him it was easy to feel small. To feel just ‘ceptional.

“Do you still feel bad?”

You unintentionally furrowed your brows at that.

He chuckled and bared a satisfied grin.

“You don’t owe me anything.”

Of course, you knew that- you never owe someone something when they give you nice things. But you still felt bad.

“I know, I’m just not used to… that kind of treatment. And now that you’ve done it, I guess I’m scared.”

You were trying to open yourself up, but this part of you was difficult to communicate in words.

He could sense your discomfort.

“Are you sure you’re not just upset that I was right?”

You scoffed at that.

“There wasn’t anything to be right about.”

“You asked me to ‘prove it’ and so I did! Therefore, I win.”

You took a deep exhale and rolled your eyes. As annoying as he was his attempt to lighten the mood worked. A small but appreciated gesture that earned you a light smile.

“I’ve always felt like there’s been something waiting for me.”

He remained quiet to let you talk. Intently listening

“I’ve always had this... anxiety that follows me everywhere. Sometimes in my dreams I see these eyes following me. They’re hidden in plain sight- they know I can see them but they don’t care. They know I can’t do anything about it.”

You took a deep breath in, heart beating slightly faster..

“I’ve always felt like I’m in danger. Like There’s something waiting for me when the smoke clears…”

You formulated your next thought right as it came to you.

“What are common signs of a curse? Now that I know this is something I can see…”

“Hmm… well, a curse is a manifestation of negative energy, so usually people experience things like nightmares, paranoia, stress, and the works.”

You sat in silence for a moment reflecting on the words he just said.

He could feel the tension grow and could tell that what he just told you was beginning to carry a weight down on you.

He held his head high and took a deep breath in, carrying his usual happy and eccentric personality back with him.

“Now Yuuji, just when you think you’ve seen everything- the kid amazes me! And he’s endlessly interesting. He’s also hilarious, in the sense that he always surprises me. He’s filled with so much passion and remains positive even with everything he’s been through- “

His sudden shift in demeanor made you snap out of your daze, and you happily listened to his rambling for the rest of the way back.

When you two finally reached the academy, the sky was painted with hues of vivid colors. The sun had begun to barely set, and that always brings out the best of the sky. White whisps of clouds strung across the stretch above you.

You two walked up into the dorm building, walking into your room, he delicately placed down the bags on the floor alongside the wall.

“Thanks for everything today. And I know what you told me but still.”

He had a small smile on his face.

“You have to let me make it up to you sometime.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I need.”

You were expecting him to make a dirty joke, and with his strangely normal response you felt almost stumped and decided to leave it there.

With the silence, Gojo took it as his cue to leave, and just before he did, you hugged him. Which he embraced.

It was short but sweet. And with the disappearance of his footsteps down the wooden hall, the day had reached its end.

The thing about Sukuna, was that he was past the point of redeemable.

He wasn’t someone who could be cured, there was no chance of a stray ember combusting into a flame.

That’s what made him strong. The ability he had to completely feel no remorse on his mission to power.

Human emotions are what prevent man from reaching their true potential.

So, he got rid of them.

He had carnal pleasures, he had interests- but he never had anything past surface level desire.

When one becomes past the point of no return, what happens when the thing that broke him comes back?

He was in his domain, in that moment unaware of his current hosts surroundings.

Then like a tidal wave he was ripped from shore and into the deep ocean. Involuntarily being magnetized to something outside.

A feeling deep inside him that he couldn’t pinpoint… he tried punching himself in his own gut because what he felt could only be described as butterflies.

Except those butterflies were flying at 100 miles an hour and gnawing at his insides as if they were itching to escape

An extra pair of eyes manifests itself into Yuji's face, he centers his vision trying to find the source of this mysterious and annoying pull.

His pupils dilate upon seeing you. And a feeling that could only be described as true profound fear engulfed him.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen a look alike of you, but this time was different. Your smile, your mannerisms, and even your name.

You weren’t supposed to be alive. You were dead. He had already lost you, grieved you, avenged you, and moved on.

But then there you were, along the side of Gojo fucking Satoru learning how to manifest basic cursed energy.

Sukuna helplessly spectated his own demise as Yuji walked closer to you and Gojo in the training field.

He was in a state of complete and utter shock, he was completely defenseless as he watched you introduce yourself to Yuji.

“Hey Gojo…?”

You asked in a hushed tone.

You tugged on the sleeve of Gojo and whispered into his ear very concerned that what you were seeing was real and indeed not a paranoid illusion.

“Oh, that would be Sukuna.”

Pt.2

[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. toxic frat culture/attitudes. non consensual recording.

fuckboy satoru gojo.

fuckboy satoru who's in a group chat with a bunch of other shitty fuckboys who all brag about their conquests.

one of them posts a sex tape, bragging about how he took the girl's virginity and filmed it without her knowing. it catches his attention - the girl is kind of cute.

you're kind of cute. the sounds you make, the way you look and act, and damn, your body has his pants tightening. he thinks he's seen you around before.

the boys in the chat have a good laugh about what a dumbass you are. he jerks off to the video and moves on with his life.

and that's the end of it - until he bumps into you.

and actually you're... really nice. you apologize even though it's not your fault, laughing it off, picking your things up. he helps you, which is out of character for him, but he feels kind of bad for you.

you carry these tiny little mochi candies with you, and offer him one for his help.

you call him pretty. when he gets close enough to hand you your things he gets a whiff of your conditioner or body wash or something and it smells good. something sweet.

satoru wonders what scent it was. he thinks about it and he finds himself pulling up the video again, jerking off.

is it just him, or did you not cum in the video? he always knew the prick that took it was a total fucking loser.

and that could have been the end of it. that should have been the end of it, only, he seems to keep running into you again. completely by accident (at first) but later... well, it's not like he's avoiding you.

because you give him candy. you call him "pretty boy" and it doesn't sound even a little bit mocking. you smile at him, fondly, like you're happy to see him. you're just... nice.

what a dumb bitch. can't believe i actually got away with that lololol

i know dude. crazy. are you still together?

fuck that, we were never "together". she keeps texting me lol. needy af

he's nice to you when he sees you! he starts paying you back for the candies. buys you treats. brings you coffees. he learns your order. your major. your likes and dislikes. (how did that fucking prick get to touch you? what the fuck did he tell you?)

so maybe he jerks off to the video again... a few more times. he gets angrier every time.

the piece of shit in chat keeps talking about how bad you were in bed. he didn't even get you off. what a fucking loser.

he tells himself it's a matter of pride. he's good in bed, it's pathetic that the dude is bragging about his garbage performance. it's not like he cares about you.

it's not like he walks with you to classes. texts you all the time. finds out what body wash you were using and buys you ten more of them.

when he threatens the piece of shit that fucked with you, it's because he's embarrassed to be associated with him.

nothing to do with how you've confided in him that you're having doubts about the guy you 'were involved with'.

nothing to do with the look on your face when you say it, and the way it makes him feel like he's being stabbed in the chest.

nothing to do with the way that he - he can't stop jerking off to that fucking video, he can't stop looking at you, wishing - but he feels so fucking bad about it -

okay, fine, WHATEVER. maybe fuckboy satoru is catching the first crush of his entire life...

and then he sees another video of you in the group chat.

Sequel: The Strongest Feminist

[ohimsummer]

FUCKBOY SATORU AND NERDY READER HELL YEAH! we LOVE A PINING DESPERATE FUCKBOY WHO FALLS FOR A NERDY READER! summer ur Mind!

EXACTLY EXACTLYY!!!!!

reader goes out of their way to avoid him (they “”met”” satoru once at a party aka were at the edge of a crowd around him) and he was so unbelievably obnoxious in their eyes……reader literally avoids eye contact with him because satoru will take that as an invitation to come be a nuisance (he also uses it as an excuse to stare at you even when he knows you know he’s staring. you will look up and scowl at him or he gets to keep admiring you but it’s a win-win for him either way 😭)

the fact that you purposely try so hard to not give him even a drop of attention just makes him wanna try harder </3 satoru presents you with the most grandiose of gestures, like massive bouquets of expensive flowers or fancy jewelry. he is very used to using his money to grab people’s attention so he’s very 🤨 when this does not work on you <<//33 first he tries going bigger (worse results) and as he is ranting to suguru and shoko about how you are an enigma because “””who doesn’t like [very expensive things he has offered you recently]””” they have to very plainly tell him in idiot terms that….duh that may not be your style 🤨 he might be intimidating/turning you off by acting like he can basically buy your affections

and!!!! satoru wants to be a little stubborn about it (because he thinks he’s always right 😒) but he’s also a little desperate (he has definitely not started falling for you………..) so over time he tries to make smaller gestures towards you. like actually asking you about yourself instead of flaunting all his wealth and his own qualities, and humbling himself, and he very non-discreetly asks you your favorite flower only to present you with a small assortment of them next time he sees you <<33 small, simpler efforts that are less likely to push you away and are very quickly earning your favor :33

over time you begin to find satoru’s newfound authenticity endearing, and very cute. he fumbles his way through asking you on a date (so much stuttering. his face is SO red and he can’t even make eye contact and he is sweating so much) next thing you know he’s your boyfriend and also exposing himself as much more of a loser than he let on. he’s nerdy about digimon and games and he’s needy about being in your embrace and despite the front he puts up in public, when he is alone with you, he is a LOSER. he stutters over his words when you look him in the eye for too long and it takes him five minutes to hype himself up for your first kiss (he is still so very cute. he asks you to give him a minute as he stares at your lips and he pouts when he realizes you’re giggling at him)

anyway <<<3333 he is down bad and lovesick and despite him acting like a hot shot in public, you know it is all a FACADE!!!! this boy is a loser but he is YOURRR loser 😽

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari omg i saw ur ace!gojo rb... 😞ace!stsg is so important to me they r both sooooo

ALEXIS MY LOVE MY LIGHTHOUSE MY SAFE HARBOUR <333333 .. you Get it. you understand.

obv it’s just a self-indulgent comfort hc let’s be clear but like. it makes sense.. in my brain… let it be known that every single one of my gojo fics are written w ace!gojo in mind 🤞 he just gives me those vibes and by that i mean the Voices told me. they speak nothing but the truth.

also have you seen this loser’s colour scheme…. whole ace flag just walking around. he knows what he is!!

phdjshdjs NO BUT GENUINELY ace!gojo is one of my favorite jjk hcs Ever and ace!stsg in general is very good and real…. i remember making a post once that was like. the sashisu aroace pipeline… and it was just demisexual (sugu) -> demiromantic asexual (gojo) -> aromantic asexual (shoko)….. they mean the world 2 me T_T aaa at some point i’m gonna have to write the explicitly ace!gojo fic myself i think….. making my own food 🍳🍳🍳

alexis i’m genuinely so so happy that you see the Vision btw ilysm we are holding hands in my brain <33 imagine him sneakily buying one of those ace rings… none of his coworkers know what it is except shoko and he loves it. calls himself the undercover ace and makes the most insufferable puns known to mankind…. he Cannot be stopped 😔😔😔

[ciderjacks]

Ok this is a story I wasn’t sure if I should tell, but I feel like maybe it’s relevant given the way some westerners tend to distance the victims of these bombings and massacres from humanity. Back when I was in DSMP fandom I followed an artist named Rice (@ was ricetronaut). They were a Lebanese artist. They were pretty talented, if I remember right they mostly made art of like. Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo. That circle.

They’d been shot by military forces, and when I followed them they were posting about their recovery. Specifically, I think the post I followed them for was a silly post about what their nurse thought the DSMP characters names were based on their Minecraft skins. Rice was also an orphan, their parents had been killed in an air strike, leaving them alone. With no parents to support them, they had to work constantly. Alongside this, they were still dealing with PTSD from being shot, and trauma from losing their parents. It was extremely stressful.

Eventually they couldn’t deal with the stress and pain, and took their own life.

Rice was 13. This was in 2021.

I’m only making this post because I really need people, especially those of us privileged enough to be living in a country that’s not subjected to these things, to recognize that these people are all human. The people you’re watching die were human. The people you’re watching survive are human. They’re the same as you are, they’re not naturally stronger or more resilient, they’re not any more prepared to deal with this shit than you, sitting at home, are. Their trauma doesn’t exist in a vacuum. This person, Rice, was a child. They were a 13 year old Minecraft fanartist. There are so many stories like this.

The people you see experiencing these genocides aren’t numbers—They also aren’t superheros. They’re just people. When you see them suffering you need to understand that person is no different than you, your cousins, your siblings, your friends, your classmates, the person you saw crossing the street yesterday. Remember that.

Here’s some poems Rice wrote.

[seiwas]

do u think suguru’s the type to fuck around

[sukugo]

they should make a gojo figure with a micropenis......

[petrichorium]

I’m back to hating on you cryin’ btw just so we’re clear on where I stand

[wystericwoes]

Doomed pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Warnings: Smut, cursing, implied dub-con, reader with anxiety, panic attacks. Readers age is unspecified but implied 21+

GN reader

“𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.”

Gojo satoru: some things about him-

6’5

28 years old

The first to be born with both limitless and six eyes in centuries.

His eyes are blue, he loves sweet food,

And he fucks the same way he talks.

Cocky, smart, and always knows something you don’t.

He can read you like an open book, except that book is on a lectern with a light shining down on it and the pages move on their own so he doesn’t even have to try to look through it.

You weren’t allowed to have secrets around him. Not when his fingers danced across your body in a way that you would’ve given anything to him. He expertly picked all your locks as if there was no reason for them to even be there.

Recently Gojo Satoru had become the only staple in your life. The only familiar thing, only comforting pattern and recognizable face.

So when you just fucking went for it and kissed him, you barely even thought twice.

Worst case scenario you blame it on the alcohol-

But then his hand slid up to the back of your head and held it like precious pottery.

Sacred, unique, and incredibly valuable.

You let out a groan of frustration after the second kiss that was much more needy and your forehead clinked against his glasses.

“What’s wrong?”

“Damn glasses…”

He chuckled at you before taking them off and reaching past you to put them on the nightstand

“Like to see my eyes?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right.”

He said cockily

“Just shut up and keep going, You’re less handsome when you talk.”

His hand flew to your waist and he dug his slender fingers in causing you to let out a crude moan, which he cut off by pressing against your face again.

You almost couldn’t keep up with him, it wasn’t that he was desperate- he was just that good.

You were frenzied in your effort to not be left behind, you wanted to be someone that he would remember if this was going to be a one time thing.

A one time thing…

You didn’t want this to be. You wanted to be with him like this again, and again, and again. Until your body remembered his shape.

You didn’t like how fast you were falling for him, but you decided to not think about that right now. And instead focus on how you were going to fuck him tonight.

Tunnel vision was set straight onto him. You were mid kiss and his hand was becoming eager, searching and squeezing across your lower torso. But not going higher or lower than that

With one hand you put on his should you mounted his lap and put your thighs either side on his

You did so clumsily, but before you had the chance to mess up he guided you with his hand on the small of your back

You were holding yourself up by your knees, trying to cater to his comfort.

He caught wind of that quickly and wrapped his arms around your waist slamming you down on him.

“Don’t hold back on me. I am the strongest after all.”

You didn’t even care how much of a narc he was being.

One of his hands remained on your hips, and the other began to slowly trail its way up to your shoulder. His delicate traces leaving goosebumps where he ghosted your skin.

You two started making out again, growing more and more impatient.

His fingers were cold, and they teased the entrance of your clothing fiddling with the hem.

Sukunas fingers are warm.

A memory that wasn’t yours suddenly invaded your mind. It was fuzzy and convoluted. A parasite had planted itself into your brain and was saying things that weren’t true. Were they? How would you have any way of knowing what he felt like…

Where did it come from?

You must not have been as inconspicuous as you thought, because you were suddenly snapped out of by the sensation of cool air hitting your exposed chest.

“Don’t lose interest now.”

He smugly said while shamelessly staring at your chest.

“I’m.. im not.”

You whined.

“Not what? Sorry babe couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m not losing interest!”

“Mhm. Good.”

With a satisfied hum he pressed the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, the sudden cold feeling perking them up effective immediately.

“Ah! Shit…”

You stifled a moan as he began rubbing slow circles and pinching one

“Now you’re back. Thought I lost you there for a sec.”

You whined as he started kissing down your neck, delicately at first. But then as he worked his way down and abandoned your chest along the way, instead moving his hand to your lower back, bucking your hips into him.

He worked his way back up to your mouth for a sensual kiss.

You both let out an involuntary groan upon feeling the sensation of grinding against each other, pressure finally being somewhat relieved.

He left your mouth much to your protest and latched onto your collarbones, suckling on the sensitive skin. You felt his teeth graze against it and that slight pain made you bite your lip.

He worked his way around your chest, nibbles, suckles, kisses, and love bites.

You just couldn’t get enough of him, Drunk on the high he gave you.

He separated himself from you and whispered in your ear.

“Where do you want me?”

“Fuck… I don’t know satoru.”

You whisper shouted in frustration. You didn’t have a plan going into this, you just wanted him to fuck you!

“Here, then?”

He tapped a finger between your legs at your arousal.

Your body jumped at his impact, So sensitive- so ready.

You nodded your head yes.

Without warning he shifted his hands under your thighs and seemingly effortlessly manhandled you onto your back. He had his hand on the back of your head as if you were precious pottery.

So pretty, so special, so valuable.

he was straddling you, his legs on either side of your body, trapping you in.

“What kind of mood are you in tonight babe?”

You looked up at him, previously avoiding his gaze.

You really didn’t care.

“Any.”

“Any?”

He slowly moved a hand down your body, until he reached your needy hole.

“Yes!”

You said desperately between shallow breaths.

He prodded the tip of his finger through the fabric of your clothes at the entrance.

Both of you were shirtless, but annoyingly still had pants on.

“Focus on me.”

You gulped but obliged. He moved his head down your body occasionally leaving sweet kisses against your exposed skin, never breaking eye contact.

You elevated yourself up by your shoulders once he went farther down.

He reached your legs, the bottom half of his face was gone past the view of your body. His eyes still never breaking away.

He held his hands to your hips and pulled them into his face. And with one swift lift of the hips and tugging of the clothes, he removed the rest of your bottoms minus the underwear.

He threw them behind his head without a second glance.

You threw your head back with a muffled “fuck” when he gently bit the inside of your thigh.

“You watching?”

He looked up at you again, and with some sloppy kisses worked his way up to your hips. Then, in one fluid motion his teeth latched onto the edge of your underwear, and he pulled them down your legs, letting them dangle from your foot and fall pathetically onto the floor.

And there you were, in a state of such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but shy your head away. You didn’t even want to imagine what you looked like right now. Hair a mess, tear stained cheeks, puffy lips, and sore injured body.

You bet you looked pathetic. You suddenly became insecure and moved your arms over your chest and body.

“What’s wrong?”

He rested his head against your inner thigh and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Jus’ cold.”

Leaving one hand on your hip, he reached out to the other and grabbed a soft fluffy blanket and graciously draped it over your legs. You pulled it up a little to cover your chest.

“Thank you…”

With this newfound screen of privacy, he couldn’t see your face anymore. But you also couldn’t see his. You only saw your knees, and a blanket covered protrusion between them.

One hand smoothly worked up your thigh, slipping underneath it and pushing your legs back. Now he had full exposure to all of you.

You were so glad he couldn’t see your face, because you knew whatever face you didn’t hold back your flustered expressions anymore.

You couldn’t see only feel. And what you felt started off with one finger slowly entering you.

“You look so pretty like this.”

“You look so pretty like this…”

You were bouncing up and down another man’s cock. You couldn’t see his face. Just a fog of skin and sweat.

Deep talons of nails were sunken into your hips, certainly breaking the skin. But he persisted, not giving you a chance to recover as he mercilessly pounded you in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Bliss and torture.

He handled you roughly. So rough you’d think he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He was doing it just the right amount you liked it.

“If only they could capture memories. Id save this image and paint it on every wall.”

Walls. The walls around you were tall, lanterns lit up along them revealing a series of paintings. Traditional Japanese style paintings… you look around to see it’s an old building. Well- it looks new but this type of architecture doesn’t exist anymore except in historical temples and older homes.

He pulled your face towards him, back hunched to be closer to you. His force was tough, but controlled.

“What are you looking at, Angel?”

You were snapped back into your reality when Gojo’s fingers reached up to your G-Spot.

You moaned from the sudden shift in sensation.

Your heart was beating fast. You couldn’t tell him what you just saw- what would you say? “Sorry I just had a vision of me fucking another man.”

You tried to rub away the memory but everytime you closed your eyes it flashed back to you like fragments to a picture. Trying to piece itself together but you didn’t let it.

“Fuck… Satoru!”

You needed a distraction and you needed it now,

“Fuck me.”

He came out from under the blanket. Cheeks flushed from the heat, sweat glistening his forehead and he sported a shocked but grinning face

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You said pleadingly.

You knew you weren’t entirely ready. But maybe the shock would get out of your fucking daydreaming.

You had the most beautiful man alive sitting between your legs and you were zoned out thinking about…

You shuddered. You didn’t even let his name leave your thoughts.

“Alright Angel.”

Angel.

He stood up from between your legs a visible but subtle boner hiding beneath his buttoned pants.

He reached over to the nightstand to take out an open box of condoms.

Open. He had used this box before.

No- you had no right to be jealous. He doesn’t belong to you, you knew the type of man he was the first day.

He sat next to you giving you one last kiss before unbuttoning his pants and resting against his headboard, Sitting upright. He began slowly unbuttoning his pants, savoring your reaction. He was moving too damn slow.

You moved yourself to be sat on his thighs, waiting impatiently for him to finish. With slow and torturous movements he opened his pants and pulled his cock through his boxers.

You sat up to help him quicken the process, he tore it out of the package and you helped him roll it down his insane length. The contact from your hands made his thighs flex under you. A subtle but noticeable reaction.

It wasn’t a surprise but you were still out off guard at how long he was. Of fucking course he had to be packing. No one that confident is walking around and isn’t hung like a goddam horse.

You had to just sit back to admire him for a minute;

White strands of hair fell over his face, it just looked so soft. His cheeks were dusted pink, and eyes half lidded. As much as he had been holding out on you, you knew he was still horny too.

It was average width, and a good 7-8 inches. The tip was pretty pink, he had two small but noticeable veins running along both sides.

He must’ve been tired of your gawking because he leaned forward and grabbed you by your hips, adjusting you so you were hovering over him.

“Impatient.”

You grinned at him

“Guilty.”

He teased

You moved one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his cock still beneath you.

You were nervous, but you couldn’t show it. With one deep inhale you began sinking yourself onto him.

His hands gripped your hips harder, he looked at you patiently and with that same smirk.

You felt a sharp pain when he went in. And even though you were taking your time, he never bucked his hips up, he just sat there waiting.

You had stayed still for a moment. Chest heaving in deep breaths as you tried to steady yourself.

You ignored the pain, forcing yourself to adjust onto him, and slowly pushing yourself farther down until you bottomed out, involuntarily taking a sharp moan and hissing from the pain.

He let out a deep breath. Eyes closed, he was keeping his composure for you.

You moved your hands to his chest. The stinging sensation was still there, you felt like a fucking Virgin with his monster cock.

“Are you sure you want to be on top?”

He whispered.

“No…”

You just wanted to mount him as soon as possible.

“What do you want?”

“You always ask that.”

“It’s important!”

You took a few deep breaths from your nose, moving your hips in little circles getting adjusted to him.

His eyes clenched back shut, he sat up and dig his face into the crook of your neck.

When he finally settled in, and you had been ready- the tip of him kisses the end of you so sweetly.

A perfect fit.

(With foreplay)

The temporary sting subsided, and you began to clench around him. Now you were the one teasing

You felt his hair tickle your shoulders and back. You couldn’t see his face but you wished, when you moved your hips ever so slightly in shapes and you heard him take sharp inhales each time. You could tell he was growing more sensitive with each passing second. But he still refused to give up.

One particular clench, made him gasp then suddenly reach his hand up towards you but he stopped himself before it reached anything.

You were pretty sure you knew what he wanted.

You moved his hand up your chest, he snuck in some squeezes and punches along his way up until you settled it at your neck.

He moved to look up at you. His eyes had uncertainty in them, but you reassured him with a comforting shoulder squeeze, sweet smile, and affirming nod. You trusted him

“I’m ready.”

Upon saying that you started to rise up and sink yourself back onto him again.

Slow, painful motions not nearly enough for either of you.

“Stop that…”

“Stop what?”

You gave him innocent doe eyes.

“Being a fucking tease.”

He grinned at you, but lust was laced in his words and glazed over his eyes

“What are you gonna do about it?”

You tested the waters.

“Being a brat huh?”

You shrugged with a malicious smirk.

“Want me to fuck you silly, huh?”

Something in his demeanor shifted, his grip on your neck finally had some pressure applied into it. He squeezed in the sides, not hurting you by actually choking you.

You clenched around him when he did that; leg muscles flexing and a small moan leaving your lips.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me, Angel.”

With a swift motion and no warning, he had you flipped over in seconds. Doggy, your elbows almost buckled from the sudden shift in weight. But you managed to keep yourself up.

His hands moved to your hips, and he started to slowly fuck you. He was in the depths of your body, reaching all the right places

You couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers with each of his thrusts.

He started off rough and slow, taking himself so far out you thought he was gone and then he would slam himself back into you balls deep.

“Satoru!”

You loved this, but you became needy and wanted him to go faster. Each time the head of his cock grazed that spot inside you, you clenched around him.

“What is it?”

In a husky voice he lowered himself down, and grumbled it into your ear.

“You gotta tell me what you want.”

You whined. You didn’t want to talk, want to think. You just wanted him to fucking you faster

“Want me to do fuck you dumb huh? Make you drunk off my cock.”

You gulped and started to moan in response.

You still didn’t know the extent of his powers, and you may never know- but a picture was painted with the way he slammed your hips into his like you were nothing. You had no control over the situation at all, he set the pace, he picked the speed, and he had your hips.

His pace picked up to a more desperate speed, but not once did he ever falter from pure skill. Bo matter how fast he became, each thrust had meaning- each movement had purpose.

All you could do was keep yourself upright. Elbows trying to buckle and betray you at every point.

Eventually you could no longer feel each thrust, no longer feel the stretch and shape of his cock. It all meshed together in one painfully pleasurable blur. You were totally opened up to him, skin against skin became numb. All that was left was the feeling of the nerves inside of you knotting into a breaking point.

You tried reaching down to touch that part you needed most between your legs, but when you lifted your arm you threatened to collapse. He put an arm around your stomach and hips, keeping you upright. You succumbed to your weekends, arms failing you and face pressed against the mattress.

One of his hands reached down between your legs and began taking care of your most sensitive spot, his fingers moved skillfully and with purpose, but started to become less coordinated.

He was close. And so were you.

He bent his head down and whispered into your ear with a clean rasp.

"You take me so well."

"You take me so well..."

It felt like hours that he had been fucking you. The word "Limit" was long gone from your vocabulary.

That's how it had to be with Sukuna.

As he was in the battlefield, he was in the bed.

Merciless, rough, passionate.

Sukuna was flying too close to the sun until you fell into the ocean.

Lighting a candle but the flame touches your fingertips and burns you.

Standing in the summer heat too long until you grow tired.

Being with him was dangerous. You're a skydiver, a risk-taker, or maybe just an idiot.

But it was easy to forget about those things when he was so good at making you deny yourself time to think. Any time he'd see you dozing off he had no hesitance to remind you of who you were with.

A sharp pull of the hair, slap of the ass, a bruising grip of the thighs.

Or when he would fuck you throughout the night, and your whole body was sore.

But then there were those moments of tantalizing touches and wordless whispers.

You sat between his legs, and he traced a finger along your shoulders down to the new silk robe he got you. Expensive and intricate, in deep red. His favorite color. It was funny how much effort that would be made into the creations of these, perfectly stitched together thread by thread by the finest artisans and craftsmen. Just for it to be ripped in half later, one of his favorite games.

You were his most prized possession, his little trophy. Tucked away into the corners of his temple, hidden beyond sight. No one deserved to see you anyway.

Gojo fell on your back holding himself up with one arm, running kisses down your skin between labored breaths.

He had finished, and you didn't even remember.

You let out a shaky sigh.

He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then he flopped over next to you, sitting upright on the bed.

You were still starstruck by everything that just happened. You laid yourself down, wincing as you did from the growing sore spot between your legs. Of course he left you sore.

You wanted to say something, but the silence was deafening.

You looked over to the sound of the sheets moving.

Gojo had gotten up, put on his pants and went into the kitchen. you sat upright, still dazed. Sukuna, you, these memories.

Gojo came back in with a glass of water and your clothes.

"Thanks..."

You mumbled.

You were confused, tired, and disoriented. but above all else, Guilty.

You weren't together but you felt like you had cheated. The image of someone else fucking you continuously popping up in your mind.

Sukuna.

"Youre quiet."

Gojo was smiling at you, buttoning up his pants.

"That good huh?

You scoffed

"Shut it."

you started sipping on the water he brought to you, your mouth was surprisingly dry. The water helped you clear your head.

Sukuna.

You shut your eyes as you gulped down the rest of the cool fluid. Your hand was involuntarily shaking.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm alright. Just tired."

"I'll let you sleep then. Don't forget to pee!"

"Where are you going?" You muttered quietly.

"The couch."

You stared at him with a blank yet annoyed expression.

"So, you'll fuck me but won’t sleep in the same bed as me?"

He chuckled at you.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself or him, but you were clingy, and still scared, and you wanted someone close to you.

Sukuna.

He laughed you off.

"I just think it's more polite to have my guest sleep on the bed and I sleep on the couch is all."

You huffed.

"You're cute when you pout."

He easily dodged a pillow thrown at him and laughed.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Yeah..."

And then, it was quiet.

Sukuna.

Gojo thought about saying something.

He looked up at the dark ceiling, laid back on his couch.

He couldn't sleep, the rhythmic sounds of the vent and cars driving by kept him awake because he was hyper-vigilant. Something about you had him on edge.

He nitpicked every detail of you and memory with extreme precision.

Another thing about Gojo Satoru, was that his own greatest weakness was himself.

Since he was born his fate has been defined by his abilities. He was always exceptional and gifted, so he never had to be anything more than that.

He always had everything. Love, adoration, power, strength, persistence, money.

He got whatever he wanted and always had what he needed.

Until he met you.

Do you want to know something else about Gojo Satoru?

He doesn't know who he is. Because as he's walked through life- the road was always smoothly paved before him, never having to do anything except lift his feet and move them.

He didn't have the privilege of ever receiving a challenge. And while that may sound great for some people, it leaves those who always had the answers before, behind.

He shifted himself upwards, he needed a distraction. He put on his shirt, his glasses, and went to one of the few things that brought him comfort.

When Satoru didn't know who he was, or ever had doubts- he went clubbing.

Some nights were for dancing, some for drinking, and some for debauchery.

Tonight was anything he could get his hands on. And right now, that was a hot brunette wearing two pieces of fabric leaving so little to the imagination she shouldn't have even bothered wearing anything at all who looked just like his celebrity crush.

But even with his tongue down her throat, he knew he couldn't do anything about it- because someone else was already in his bed tonight.

The way everyone threw themselves at him always made him feel better. Because no matter what he loses, he'll always have his looks.

The way he was fawned over like a celebrity made his confidence begin to rise again. He had one person stroking their fingers through his hair, another in his lap as he laid his head back sipping an expensive drink.

How?

Then, he had someone grinding against him on the dance floor. The bass from the speakers reverberated through his body. The music was almost enough to clear his mind- almost loud enough.

Why you?

He had some hot blonde pinned against the bathroom wall, kissing down on his neck as they desperately grinded against his thigh.

He barely even sensed cursed energy on you the first time you met.

He was doing a body shot on a topless woman, licking the salt off her stomach as he held down her hips. Some lime juice dribbled down his chin, quickly another person turned his face to lick it off. The bitter taste of alcohol on his lips mixing with the tartness of the juice. He smiled against their lips as they pressed into his.

Why don't you know anything?

He leaned against the cool brick outside, checking the time to read it was already past 5 am.

His head was spinning, he may have overdone it last night- and worse- he had work in a couple hours.

"Shit..."

Your eyes fluttered open to light peaking in through the blinds and the sound of morning birds. The setting was peaceful, the bed was comfy, and you were no longer sore- but you did have to pee.

Overall, physically you felt great, but there was an all too familiar feeling of loneliness in you.

You went to the bathroom, grateful that you didn't have a UTI even though you forgot to go even after Gojo reminded you.

Gojo. You painfully remembered how you woke up alone.

You had to convince yourself that you were okay. After all, you knew the type of man Gojo was. You consented; he didn't owe you anything.

When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had a big shirt on that you didn't remember putting on.

Did he dress you? Or were you that drunk? either way, embarrassing.

But one thing especially caught your attention.

Your bruises were gone. The only thing left were... Hickeys and bites.

You put your hands on your face. So last night did happen.

In a desperate attempt to try and forget all the embarrassing memories, you went to the kitchen.

Making yourself some coffee and breakfast- alone.

Gojo was gone. But there was a sticky note pasted hastily on the fridge door.

Meet at school when you're awake :D

-G

You were indubitley pissed off.

At first, his leaving you cold turkey post-hook-up was something you ignored. But then you had too much time alone. His fancy shower, eating breakfast, navigating through Tokyo to find the school with his cryptic ass instructions, you two having literal sex but him thinking that sleeping in a bed with you was where he should draw the line.

Him not being here. You were more upset at yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but Gojo was just so easy to be annoyed at.

When you made it to the school, you could've sworn that the buildings were in different places, somehow always getting lost.

He didn't tell you where to go, just to be there. So, you went where you wanted to go. You explored the gardens, the old architecture, and then you settled for sitting down in the training field. The grass was soft, the sun was out but gentle against your skin. Brief moments like these in silence where rather than being stuck in your own head you were content were precious, sacred, and also uncomm-

"Y/NNNNNNN!"

Interrupted by Gojo.

"Stop you don't have to yell at me I can hear you!"

He was running towards you at an alarming rate, which caused you to in turn also scream at him to slow down.

He almost crashed into you, and you braced yourself, but before you knew it you were standing up because he had thrown you over his shoulder.

"What the hell Satoru?!?!!"

You shouted in his ear.

"Today is your first day of training!"

"Training?!"

You were going to say, "Training for what?" Before he started to book it across the campus.

You weren't given time to react as you instinctively clutched onto his shirt, a driving force from your hands almost tearing holes into the fabric.

You couldn't even see where you were going because the speed at which you were moving made all the buildings a blur.

You were abruptly set down in front of a door of an unfamiliar building. tears pricked your eyes, and you were shaky and disoriented from that complete assault.

You almost fell over but stabilized yourself on him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you just tell me where it was?!"

"it's more fun this way!"

You were going to face him but before you could he shoved you into a dark room with... A couch and Itadori.

What kind of training is this? An intervention?

"Oh, Hey!"

Yuuji sat on the couch holding a stuffed animal, surrounded by DVD cases, soda cans, and a variety of snacks.

You awkwardly waved back at the optimistic Yuuji.

"you're more useful to me if you stay alive this time."

Sukuna.

Yuuji held Sukuna.

"I can see your confusion. This training is to learn how to control your cursed energy!"

You gave him a look of confusion, one eyebrow up and the other furrowed with a "that doesn't help" look.

He pulled out of his jacket pocket a small rabbit that had comedically large red eyes, and monstrously sharp claws.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"This is the principals cursed technique, as you can see, Yuuji has one."

So that's what that was. You looked closer and it was breathing.

"Yuuji do you mind demonstrating?"

"Aw man, do I have to?"

Yuuji sighed at Gojo's silence and lifted his hands from the... bear puppet. And braced himself like he was about to be hit.

And then he was hit. It decked him square across the face.

He retaliated holding his nose and doubling over in pain, It went to get him again, but Gojo quickly intercepted it. The second he touched it; it went to sleep.

"Trained jujutsu's sorcerers can constantly emit a stream of cursed energy, and that's how you learn to start using it in fights."

"In fights? Youre not expecting me to regularly fight, are you?!"

"Of course not. You're going to be a teacher!"

"What are you talking about. I have a job already, Gojo."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you got laid off."

You stared at him blankly, Yuuji could read the room and slowly slunk into the couch, looking away with a nervous expression.

"You're joking. You better be fucking with me Gojo."

He simply looked at you.

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god. You're not joking. Haha..."

You put a hand to your forehead

"We sent in your letter of resignation a couple days ago."

Yuji sank down into the couch, staying completely silent as the awkwardness grew. The tension in the air was so thick it might've well been smog.

"Are you okay?"

"NO I AM NOT OKAY!"

"Why? You can have a better job now!"

Yuuji let out a slow shaky exhale. Cringing audibly each time his sensei spoke.

"You can't just fucking do that SATORU!"

"I understand it's pretty messed up I forgot to tell you but..."

Yuuji perked up upon hearing you use Gojo's first name. were you two close?

"YOU THINK?!"

And then he sunk back down.

"This is too fucking far. You don't just get to come into my life and tell me you're taking care of it, and then leave me unemployed. You really are such a conceited douche, and I cannot believe that for a single second, I thought there was a redeemable quality about you!"

You stormed out.

You had come off as angry and unreasonable, but the truth was you were terrified.

That all too familiar feeling of your breath becoming shallow and lungs becoming heavy hit you the second you reached outside.

Alone, you needed to be alone.

You frantically searched around clawing at your shirt where your heart was. You couldnt breathe.

Your breaths became frantic and desperate. Tears pricked your eyes.

You felt the control of your own life slipping through your fingers. And straight into the hands of someone who most would still consider a stranger.

What hurt most was that he was right, your job did suck, and you had wanted to leave for a while. Your life was mediocre, but it was still yours.

You were completely helpless.

You had sunk against the wall, hoping no one would see as you tried to ride out this wave of panic.

You let a few moments passed, trying to calm yourself and rationalize the situation- but it was just so hard when your brain kept pushing intrusive thoughts into your mind about how bad this was. He didn't even give you the option, you just had to do what he said now.

Slowly, that fear warped into anger.

A downside to being at a Jujutsu Sorcerer academy, is that everyone nearby could sense Cursed energy. Think of it like smelling smoke in a house of firefighters.

And you reeked.

How could one person be so entitled. So oblivious to the consequences of his actions?

Your life was in the hands of an academy you had never heard of before.

“Hey…”

You whipped your head around slightly relaxing when you noticed it was Yuuji, in one hand holding his boxing glove endowed bear, and the other the creepypasta looking rabbit.

You let out a deep sigh.

“He’s not in there anymore.”

You tched. Of course he bailed. Wouldn’t even apologize.

“Thanks.”

You looked side to side awkwardly, clearly not knowing what was right to say in this situation.

“He really likes you y’know…”

You perked up a little

“How do you know?”

“He talks about you a lot.”

Oh god. What does he say? Maybe that you snore in your sleep, or when you cried all over him, or maybe-

“If you come inside I’ll tell you.”

He gave you a reassuring smile. You realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked and got up. Being angry won’t do anything for you right now, and if you really were stuck in this, might as well embrace it.

You wanted to yell at Satoru and unload all your anger. And Yuuji didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of that.

He smiled lightly when you sighed and got up. Holding out the rabbit to you.

You hesitated, looking at its claws.

“He said not to worry, and we’d just have to figure out for ourselves.”

With great reluctance, you picked it up.

It didn’t do anything. Which was a great relief.

Then, you headed inside.

Yuuji was surprisingly good to get along with, he had character, and heart. You two argued over which genre of move to watch. Until you eventually settled on your second favorite, seeing as he wasn’t in the mood to watch what you wanted.

“This one looks interesting.”

You popped in the CD, and the credit scene rolled for a movie you had never seen before.

You and Yuuji settled on opposite ends of the couch, both of your odd companions next to you.

You had gotten through about twenty minutes into the movie, your focus was fully shifted onto it.

And then all of a sudden, a blood curling scream was let out beneath you.

The sound was so shrill you jumped, also screaming. And with the two screams combined, Yuuji screamed.

You almost went into full panic mode until you realize it was the rabbit. Rushing to pick it back up like a stray alarm in a silent classroom.

“What was that?!”

“This damn rabbit!”

You shouted over its screech.

Once your hands pressed onto it, it still kept going.

In a moment of panic, you thought of the only thing that you could think of that would produce energy.

And that was recollections of the night before

You imagined the way that his hands caressed you, ran along your skin and navigated you like an open sea.

And then it became quiet.

“Woah, what did you think about that made it work all of a sudden?”

You widened your eyes and awkwardly smiled.

“Nothing… Just focused.”

This was so embarrassing.

How come the only time you could muster anything up was when you were about to die or were horny?

That has to be the most impractical and ironic combination ever.

Everytime the sound of a tornado siren went off underneath you, you had to think of fucking to get it to shut up.

You needed to find another method for this.

“How do you do it Itadori?”

“Huh? Oh, I dunno. It kinda just happens I guess.”

“That doesn’t help at all.”

“You’re doing pretty good!”

You couldn’t tell him why it worked. So you had to settle for a half truth.

“Yeah but it doesn’t happen unless I think about… something specific.”

“Like what?”

What were you expecting. Of course he would ask.

“Um. Romantic cutesy stuff.”

You scratched your chin and looked away.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cool! Usually sorcerers have to think of bad things to get it to work. I bet it would be a lot nicer if everyone could think of something sweet like that.”

“I guess you’re right.”

You looked back straight ahead to the movie. It was a Disney movie, and a romance one- Yuujis pick.

“Oh I never told you!”

“Told me what?”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly.

“About what Gojo Sensei says about you.”

You didn’t even know if you wanted to hear. But Itadori took your silence as a means to continue

“He says you’ve got some of the best potential he’s ever seen. And to look out for you.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“I just can’t believe he wants someone to look out for me. And that I have ‘potential’.”

“Yeah, he says that you’re special..”

“He says that about you too, and Megumi.”

“Really?”

Itadori’s eyes lit up. He clearly looked up to him, and it was cute to see him so excited.

“And he says you’re full of heart. Which I can see, you risked your life for everyone back there during our mission.”

“I mean you risked more, you left yourself alone with Sukuna.”

Your breath hitched.

You were told that you had gotten out before sukuna did.

Suddenly you felt ice shoot through your veins, and your heart rate picked up.

“You okay?” He looked at you concerned. The shock prevalent in your face.

“I- oh yeah I’m good…“

“You were super cool. I can see why they like you so much.”

“Who?”

“Gojo sensei and Sukuna.”

And sukuna.

Sukuna.

“How do you… how do you know Sukuna likes me?”

“Sometimes he talks to me about it when we’re alone. He says stuff about everyone. He tries to mess with me sometimes and it’s super annoying-“

You stopped breathing. Your heart rate picked up, and a sinking feeling overtook you.

Gojos hiding something from you. They all are. Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on with everything in regards to yourself?

“Oh… you don’t have to worry or anything! I can control him he’s not gonna hurt you or anyone.”

Poor Yuuji thought you were scared because of Sukuna, but the truth was you were growing increasingly more scared of Gojo.

He looked concerned for you, and the feeling of guilt overtook you more than the strong emotions from the events in your life right now. So? You managed to breathe and push them down.

“Itadori…”

He had a mouthful of soda.

“Can I talk to Sukuna?”

He no longer had a mouthful of soda.

With several coughs and punches to his own chest, he looked at you.

“I’m not sure I’m allowed…”

“I did it before right? He’s not interested in hurting me. I was alone with him once.”

You still saw his hesitance.

“One minute. Okay? Then you can come back out. I promise. If anything happens I’ll text Satoru.”

You knew that if something happened then you wouldn’t have time to text him, but you were desperate.

“Please Itadori…”

He looked you in the eyes, seeing the genuine sadness and feelings in them.

“A lot of things have been crazy recently, and I just need something to go right. 45 seconds?”

He was successfully guilt tripped. You weren’t proud of it, but it worked,

With a drawn out sigh, he nodded.

Pt.4

[specialgradefckr]

Feminist fuckboy satoru deserves the nobel peace prize

he DOOOOOEEEES he's soooo feminist and progressive!!! he raises his hand first to all questions in his women's studies classes! he corrects his (male) classmates constantly and agrees with every woman instantly in conversations!

gojo sees your frustrations with modern men. they're trash! he totally agrees! even though he himself is a man (ugh, right?), he is on your side! "one of the good ones" as some might say.

btw he never even noticed how hot you are when you bend over to pick up that pencil. he was too busy respecting your personal space. 6'5" btw.

[kodaiki]

not yuji starting the chant whsjkejr do megumi yuta and yuji suspect anything at all and do they talk about them (gojo n yn) at all outside the group chat

the boys are in full belief that they’re a real couple!! beside them kissing, gojo was attached at y/n’s hip for most of the night so there was no reason to be suspicious! 😌😌 they mention him in every day convo and ask y/n how he’s doing since she hangs out w him more often that they see him on set!

[rottiens]

I get so embarrassed when a person reads and comments on one of my first fics from 2021 :(( omg baby no, please don't read that I swear I'm someone else now

[mrsoharaa]

whenever I write for Gojo (if my hands will permit it) his hair will always be 100% UP. he's hotter that way anyways, idc. Argue with your wall or something.

[gojoest]

as much as fanon gojo is the bain of my existence have you read sundered by tojikai?

because im sick rn because HE WOULD NEVER 😭😭

no i haven’t but i’m curious now ngl.. usually i’m very picky with my gojo content like even the wrong petname (subjectively wrong okay one that he would absolutely never use in my head like my gojo would never) will make me drop a fic instantly 💀 💀

[shehsart]

Gojo 🤝 bein fuckbois🤝 Hawks

[wystericwoes]

Doomed pt.4

Warnings: cursing, slight smut, mild descriptions of violence, lore accurate Gojo and Sukuna, Sukuna's domain so blood and bones n shit, psychoanalyzing Gojo, emotions, mild implications to toxic relationships

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

"ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢."

If Sukuna's timeline was a road, you were a deer that ran through it. 

The moment the car impacts against it and you know you just took a life. At first you may feel reverence, guilt, shame, or even dread. But inevitably, you just stare at the pathetic body beneath you. And you must move on.

He’s changed, and you don’t even remember him. 

You brought out the best in him. Or at least the best he could be, but that was a long time ago. 

So, he had to make a decision. 

You tapped on the windows of his soul, and he couldn’t help but open it. Little did he know that you would manage to vortex your soul and come powering through as a seemingly unstoppable force.

The second he came back in the body of Yuji, his soul awakened. 

Something was off. Something was missing. Something wasn’t right. 

And all the questions and all the answers had you standing in the center. 

He comes back, and you gain powers, He gets close to you, and he feels weaker, but you become stronger. And vice versa.

Luckily, he had a personal drone that he could manifest an eye on and begin to keep it on you like a hawk. 

And un/fortunately for him, you keep getting stuck with Yuuji. 

What he doesn’t like however, is your innate curiosity. 

You shouldn’t want to be near him, and yet, any chance you get you keep naively wanting to talk to him. 

Do you not know by now?

Do you not know who you were to him? And what he did to you? 

“I’m going to tell you this once.” 

You stared at him, wide eyed and attentive.

“Don’t talk to me anymore.” 

You were shocked.

“Why not?” 

“Because I can kill you. Is that not reason enough?” 

“But you haven’t!” 

He tched. 

“Stupid.” 

Your heart was pounding. White spots in the corner of your vision. 

“I just have some questions.” 

“I don’t have to answer them.” 

“Then don’t.”

Fuck. You haven’t changed. You were still dumb and wide-eyed as ever, always so stubborn.

You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted to ask. If he didn’t know what you were talking about, you would seem crazier than you already were. 

“Do- do you know anything about…” 

He looked at you. A blank expression. 

You gulped at his stare. 

“About me?” 

He was completely unreadable. And that terrified you. 

He simply stared at you like you were stupid and remained silent.

You started to sweat, how much time did you have left? 

“Okay… sorry. Ignore that.” 

You could feel the adrenaline being pumped through your veins. 

“You’re the king of curses, so do you know why everything is happening so suddenly with curses and my powers and whatever?” 

“That’s a title given to me by sorcerers. I have no way of knowing that.” 

He looked annoyed. 

“Shit… sorry.” 

You really were the same. Always apologizing when you were nervous, even when you had no reason to. 

“I can buy us 2 minutes. Make it quick.” 

“Shit yeah. Um, what happened last time we met?” 

He raised a brow, confused. 

“Do you not remember?” 

“No. I forgot… I think I passed out.” 

“I can’t answer that, but I will tell you one thing out of respect for you.” 

You perked up. Respect? 

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.” 

“What? Why?” 

“You’ll have to figure it out. I don’t know much about it myself.” 

He spoke so properly, whenever you talked after you felt like a child in comparison. 

“Okay one last one.” 

Your breath was heavy, and hands were shaking. 

“Why haven’t you hurt me?” 

He looked you up and down. His gaze was penetrating, you felt like you had nothing against him, nothing protecting you in this moment right now. 

“Do you want me to?” 

“No! I’m just- I'm confused- you’re not as bad as everyone says you are, and I don’t know what to do! Nothing makes sense right now, and no one’s telling me anything!” 

“Why should I?” 

He said in a dismissive tone. 

“Because you’re the only person who I feel like isn’t lying to me.” 

Stupid. Too trusting. 

He stayed silent. His gaze unmoving, you shifted uncomfortably. 

“I can’t stall any longer. Don’t reach me again. If anyone finds out they might kill you, I might kill you. You wear down my patience and your voice annoys me.” 

“I…- “ 

You cut yourself off, watching as his eyes closed and he shifted back into Yuuji. 

He blinked his eyes a few times before looking at you. 

“What happened?” 

You didn’t know what you looked like. But you quickly realized it wasn’t normal, and took a deep breath, fixing yourself. 

“Nothing. What I thought was gonna happen.”

Luckily, he wasn’t interested in asking questions. And kept his curiosity to himself.  He could see that you were upset, so he left it at that. 

“So… what movie do you wanna watch next?” 

You softly smiled. He was a good person. A nice change of pace from all the uncertainty in your life. 

And after your talk with Sukuna, you never heard the rabbit scream bloody murder again. 

Have you ever been so mad that your vision was blurry, and your thoughts just ceased?  

Well, you weren't there yet, but you were really fucking close.  

And what caused your knuckles to turn white, and your blood pressure to rise beyond earth's atmosphere rhymed with Sojo Gatoru. 

You were so frustrated that someone who you thought was the only stability right now was the one who was thoroughly fucking you over. 

You didn’t even want to go over to his place, but his shower is nice and if what he means is true about people wanting you dead- then you can stay another couple of nights mad at him. 

It beats being in the dorms anyway. 

But you didn’t know what to believe now, was he lying about that too? The fact that your uncertainty had led you to believe what Sukuna said over the supposed “good guys”.

Luckily Gojo wasn’t a total idiot and didn’t show up that night. So, he had some self-awareness after all. 

You had just gotten out of the shower and into a change of clothes, when you heard to doorbell ring. 

Your blood was boiling, he really had the balls to show up after he knew how upset you were? You stomped over to the door and slung it open only to be met with… food. 

You were a little less upset now. But still upset! 

Why would he have rung the doorbell on his own house anyway? You mentally face-palmed yourself realizing. Your mind had been on the fritz ever since your conversation with Sukuna.

"Don't trust Gojo Satoru." 

Was this the truth? Or a manipulative ploy?

You shook your head and dispersed the thoughts. Shoving stressful moments into the back of your head and instead focusing on something you could trust. Free food. 

In your anger, you settled on abusing the ever-living shit out of Gojo's house. Not literally, just in the disregard for how his electrical and water bills are affected. 

You drank the expensive wines and binged the endless stream of TV subscriptions, surrounded yourself in fluffy blankets and supple silks. 

As much as you hate him right now, you loved how annoyingly good his bathroom was. The whole house really. A modernized rustic home with Japanese influence. You were surprised he didn't live in some penthouse, but there's also a lot of evidence that he's hardly here. 

His fridge is mostly empty with the exception of a variety of drinks and some organic snacks like fancy dips and cheeses. No meals, no produce. The same goes for his pantry- which had some non-perishable goods like rice, chips, and sweets. That must've been why he was sending you so much food, because he was aware of how sad his stash was. 

It's amazing that he could ever bring anyone over here. What does he do for dinner? Wait for take-out? Not necessarily romantic. Or most likely he's more of a 'haste and baste' kind of guy. Bring them over, fuck, then repeat. 

You almost shuddered at the thought. 

Once you were done eating, you went to the bathroom. Paper doors slid open to reveal an at-home spa and sauna. The marble countertops perfectly contrasted with the hardwood floors. But the most beautiful part was the deep onyx tiles that coated the inside of the shower and bath. 

The bathtub was modern, and the handles fit perfectly in your palms. 

You have no idea how Satoru doesn't spend much time here, it's absolutely stunning. 

The long bath was what you needed, the hot water kneading your muscles and soothing the tension that your body carried. Nearly orgasmic quality in the way it made you feel, the steam opening your pores and relaxing you to your core. 

You lolled your head back against the tub and closed your eyes. 

He held your hand as he guided you into the Onsen. 

The steam spread across your body, welcoming you inside, its tendrils dancing around you both in a messy waltz. 

You had to put your hair up, as you stepped in, he made you grow it out longer than it had ever been before- because he liked it that way. 

He ogled you shamelessly as the water enveloped you like a womb. 

With one drawn-out sigh, you threw your head back. The newest spring added to the estate, overlooking the sunset. Painted skies, delicate leaves, and welcoming waters were your favorite kind of nights. 

He dedicated at least one night a week to you and alone time. When he wasn't out conquering lands and dominating dictators. 

You were his special little secret. His Achilles heel, and above all else, his exception. 

This was before he had killed thousands, before he had grown four arms and was donned "King of curses."

When he maybe still had a chance. 

You were his first true love, right before power. which he had recently been on an ever-increasing and concerning pursuit of. But for now, you let yourself live in willful ignorance. 

A mistake that you would end up soon regretting. 

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you had dozed off. The water was now lukewarm, your fingers pruned and neck sore. 

"Well, that was a waste of a good bath..." you sighed and got out with a strained grunt. 

Pulling the nearest towel over to you and drying yourself off, you decided you should go to bed. 

You started to hate that bed. If not for its silky smoothness and cloud-like mattress, you would sleep on the couch. 

It was unnecessarily huge- easily a king. And sleeping in alone served as the cruelest reminder that you were more alone than ever when sleeping over as an esteemed guest. 

When you finally sunk into bed, it smelled like him. Which was both relaxing and distressing. 

You had thrown on one of his shirts to feel a little closer to him. But even being in his bed you never felt farther away, and you couldn't stand it. 

Maybe sleep would be more welcoming, so you succumbed to it. 

Your eyes gently opened, but the bed was a lot harder, and colder. 

You noticed the kink in your neck was gone, but so was the bed. instead, you rested upon a ground of crimson, rippling beneath you from every movement. 

It was more than a dream, but it wasn't quite real either. 

You sat up, the first thing you noticed was a chain on your ankle. 

Then the second, bones. You were inside a ribcage. 

This would usually be the moment when you would scream, but you remained quiet- in more of a silent shock, your mouth agape and heart beating more and more rapidly. 

That was when you followed your eyes down the chain, to a pile of throne-shaped human skeletal remains. You let out a sharp gasp, bringing a hand up to your hand upon seeing the last person you would've expected. 

Sukuna. 

He was donned in godly white robes, eyes closed. A sleeping beast, and you had fallen straight into the den. 

You didn't make a peep. Frantically looking around for any escape. 

As you were shifting, you moved the chain. You cringed as you turned around to see that he was now awake. He had felt the chain move because it was attached to his ankle as well. 

He looked at you with the most emotion you had seen in his face so far, and that emotion was shock. 

So at least you weren't the only one who was confused here.

"What did I tell you?" His voice was low and guttural, and absolutely terrifying. 

Panic creeped its way through you from the ground up as you looked him in the eyes. 

"I-I don't know how I got here this wasn't me I promise!"

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. And he looked pissed.

"I do not care if it was an accident. I said what I said." Each word was laced with venom. 

His hand met your throat, and you were abruptly slammed into the ground. 

His hands are warm.

You let out a strained sound of pain. The ground was fluid but still solid- somehow. 

"This... Isn't my fault!"

You fought back. And with a surprising strength, pushed him off of you, you dug one knee into the ground and yanked onto the chain as hard as you could, knocking him off his feet. 

"So don't attack me asshole!"

You were so mad. And for some reason, you weren't scared.

He let out a scoff and extended his legs to swipe underneath you, causing you to also fall. 

"Shit!" You fell hard on your ass and the pain shot through you. 

He had gotten back up and dusted off his robe. 

"What a brat."

He said with pure annoyance. 

"Before you start attacking me, tell me how to get back and I will. I don't want to fucking be here."

You were panting and sweating, the adrenaline settling in fully. Slowly bringing yourself up while straining from your bruised body.

He was looking at you frustrated. Before he went back up to his sadistic and creepy throne. 

"I don't have time for this."

He closed his eyes again. 

You yanked on your shared chain, jerking him out of his attempt at sleep, angering him more. 

He grit his teeth. As much as you didn't like pissing him off, it was better than him ignoring you completely. 

You two argued like children. 

"Stop it." He growled.

"Make me!"

"You don't want me to do that. Trust me little mouse."

"I have questions! If we're stuck together, I'm at least getting answers."

"And what makes you think you have that authority over me? You're in my domain."

"Yeah, break this chain then!"

He just scoffed at you. 

"I don't have to."

"Then I guess you're just stuck with me." You were going to sit down but remembered it's all blood. and opted to just cross your arms instead.

"Why are you chained to me anyway?"

He opted to ignore you. 

"Don't do that petty crap." 

He still paid you no mind. 

You just huffed in defeat and walked over to investigate the walls for an escape.

You tried sitting and closing your eyes, maybe going to sleep is how you wake up? Some movie double inception bullshit. 

"You breathe loud."

He muttered out of nowhere. 

You simply scoffed. 

"Do you have any idea why this is happening? You're the sorcerer after all."

He re-opened his eyes and looked at you. 

He let out a strained sigh. 

"I might. But there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"Have you tried?"

He looked at you like you were stupid. 

"Why don't you try angel?" He said in a condescending voice. Angel.

With a wave of newfound dedication, you went to your anklet, trying to pry it open only to be shocked by what felt like electricity. You knew you couldn't bend metal with your bare hands, but you weren't expecting that. 

"Look closer at it idiot."

That's when you realized it wasn't metal, it was energy. Cursed energy. 

"You can't do anything about that?"

"It's a binding vow. No sorcerer can break it."

You looked at him perplexed.

He tched. Too annoyed. 

"A pact with jujutsu."

"That doesn't help."

"It doesn't need to. All you need to know is that we're both in a bad spot."

You contemplated his words. 

It all still made no sense; you furrowed your brow and rubbed a finger on your temple. 

"Only you can get yourself out of here."

“What do you mean by that? I didn’t even try to come here in the first place.” 

“You came to me, brat.” 

“I doubt that. Look around you, does this look like a place I would try to be in?” 

“You’re the one who showed up at my feet, you tell me.” 

“Try killing me then, maybe I’ll return back to my plane or whatever.” 

“You can’t kill a soul.” 

You looked at him dumbfounded. 

He rolled his eyes.

“These aren’t our physical bodies. You’re inside my soul.” 

“Well I’d like to be out.” 

“The feeling is mutual. But you’re too weak to know how to manipulate your cursed energy yet.” 

Your ego was a little bruised at his insult, but you knew he was right. 

In an act of rebellion, you tried to escape. You pawed at the chain, clawed the walls, punched them, kicked them, frustration overtook you. 

But being stuck with him was not the source of it. 

It was knowing nothing but being apart of everything, it was being ghosted and controlled, it was Gojos smug fucking face and pretentious attitude. 

Sukuna was actually one of the only things you weren’t entirely upset about. But you were feeling your emotions, and it happened to be right here. So you still cursed at the meaty fleshy walls of his “domain.” 

You thought maybe fighting him would do it, but anytime you looked over at him it’s like he knew- and he quickly gave you a glare that shut that idea down. 

“You could at least try to help.” 

“With what? You brought yourself to me.” 

“Right because I clearly wanted that. Look at how much I’m enjoying being here.” 

He wasn’t telling the whole truth. Since it was his domain, he could usually send people out when he wanted, but because of the chain, he was stuck with you. 

You let out a muffled scream in frustration. Sliding down the wall, you didn’t care if the floor was blood. It didn’t stain your clothes. 

Your clothes. 

Why was it for the first time you had just now realized your clothes weren’t the ones you went to sleep with- I guess shock does that to you. 

You looked down and you were wearing red silky robes. 

“Red is your favorite color…” 

You mumbled, everything clicked into place. 

You were hit with a resurgence of emotion, your heart felt like it stopped. 

You weren’t going crazy. 

His hands are warm.

Angel. 

Red robes.

You had felt like you were hit by a freight train, everything quickly became disoriented and you felt your sense of reality splitting with a painful migraine. Your five senses all became dulled, and you nearly tripped on your own feet. 

He was simply looking down at you when you went to meet his gaze. 

Panic creeped into you, seeping into your pores and overtaking you cell by cell. You felt like you were being ripped apart in slow agonizing pieces by the strain that your body was putting on itself. 

“You do know something…”

Your hands went up to your head, fingers gripping your hair. 

“Everyone knows something but me!” 

You shouted, but no one heard. 

You choked a quiet sob. Not allowing the tears to run down your face, but feeling them threaten to fall. 

You were slammed with emotions that weren’t yours. 

He betrayed you. 

As fast as they left came memories flooding in your head. All in the third person as a helpless spectator. But they were all in flashes, none of them clear. Something was trying to force its way into your brain, something that wasn’t you. 

“Did you finally figure it out yet?” 

Your neck hurts. But it wasn’t the kink from the tub, it was a sharp pain, a searing one that resonated like a cruel blade. 

He stepped down his throne and made his way in front of you with slow and carefree movements. 

“You’ve always been slow.” 

He bent down and with a firm grip squeezed either side of your face, bringing it up to meet him. 

“Now I just have to figure out how to get what I need without killing you.” 

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat and you slowly sat up.

Your head throbbed. 

“What the hell…?” 

You looked out and it was still dark out. 

You had only been asleep a couple hours. 

There was no more chain on your ankle, no more pain. 

You didn’t know if it was a dream, and you didn’t want to know. It wasn’t quite real, but something was off about it too. A lucid dream maybe? 

You pressed a hand to your hot face to feel wet spots on your cheeks, you had been crying in your sleep. 

You picked up your phone. 

You didn’t know what else to do. 

He didn’t know what else to do. 

He had been out clubbing the past two days every second he wasn’t at work. 

He had officially been awake a full 42 hours. And even the strongest needs sleep.

He was losing control. Of his sanity, of you. 

The only thing that he did have control over, was who he hooked up with. So that’s what he was doing- or- who he was doing. 

Until he got a buzz in his back pocket, he had been receiving some pretty okay head- anything to distract him until he saw your name pop up. 

He thought about it, thumb hovering over the hang up button.

He sighed, and petted the person's head between his legs a couple times before smiling at them and getting up. 

“Maybe another time, kay?” 

Before they even had a chance to say anything he was already outside, buttoning his pants and fixing his fly.

He didn’t answer. 

That asshole! First you felt rage, but it quickly warped back into what could only be described as fear. 

“Dammit Satoru!!” 

You threw your phone across the bed. You were upset, but not break your phone by throwing it on the floor upset. 

You flopped onto your back, 

Until you heard it buzz again. 

You were tempted not to answer; why was he awake at this time anyway? But Maybe you woke him. 

You reached across the bed and picked it up. 

There was a brief second of silence before you both said “hello?” At the same time 

“Sorry. You go first.” 

“You called me babe.” 

“Not this time technically…” 

You heard him chuckle into the receiver. 

Another moment of silence. 

“Can you… can you come home?” 

“Why? Did something happen? You didn’t burn anything down did you?” 

“It’s your house asshole, you should be here!” 

“You miss me. That’s it isn’t it?” 

You could hear his smug smile. 

“I’m just… I don’t know.” 

You needed someone, just not him. You wanted company, just not his. You were scared. 

And he was strong. 

“Something did happen… I haven’t told you everything because I feel like you haven’t been telling me everything either.” 

Silence. 

As big of a dick as Gojo Satoru was, he knew when he was in the wrong. He just wasn’t very often (according to him.) 

“Can you just do your freaky teleporting shit and get over here? I’ve been alone too long.” 

“That’s not really how it works- but, sure.” 

There was a rasp to his voice. And not the sexy tired kind, the dry-throated, tipsy, sick rasp. Like when the lining of your throat is burned from throwing up. The kind of rasp after you swallow a pill too big and it gets stuck in your throat.

You waited for him to appear in the room for a minute but he never did. You thought he forgot about you until you heard the sound of stumbling in the kitchen and some cursing. 

You left the bed and got up to be met by Gojo stomping around and his feet giving away his position, leaning one hand against the counter and his shoulders and head slumped. 

“Jesus Gojo, are you drunk?” 

“My name is Satoru.” 

He had a different tone than when he was on the phone with you just a moment ago. 

“Sorry… Satoru.” 

You walked over and slid his tall ass arm over your shoulder and walked him over to the closest seat. 

You finally were up close enough to see his face, his glasses were halfway slid down his nose, and deep grey bags adorned themselves beneath his eyes. 

He smelled like a bar, and his clothes were dirty too. 

“Long night?” 

“Nights.” He put an emphasis on the s.

“When was the last time you slept…” 

“Uhhh…” 

He looked upwards as if trying to remember. 

You sighed. Calling him for comfort was clearly a bad idea, but you can’t send him out like this. Although he was surprisingly well composed for someone who allegedly hasn't slept in days- he was still a wreck underneath that false composure.

“You smell like a fart took a shit. Where’ve you been?” 

“You’re not my mom.” 

He quipped. 

You just rolled your eyes. 

“Do you want to get some sleep?” 

“Not particularly.” 

He had thrown his head back and you watched as his adams apple bobbed. 

“Why not?” 

“Can’t.” 

“Well yeah that tends to happen when you go out drinking.” 

“Correlation isn’t causation sweetheart.” 

You crossed your arms in a sassy defiance.

“You’re not in a place to be a smartass, Satoru. Come on.” 

You put your hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, hinting at him to pay attention and help as you attempted to pull his arm over you, and get him up. You both almost collapsed except you managed to plant a hand against the nearest hardest surface and ground yourself. 

“You’re heavier than you look. Lay off the sweets.”you said with a grunt.

You tried joking to ease up the tension, As funny as it may seem to haul a sick Satoru around- you could tell something was wrong. 

You didn’t want to be an adult right now, but you were left without a choice. 

He barely helped you, his feet shuffling beneath him as he leaned most of his weight against you. Finally surrendering to his exhaustion.

You managed to haul his lanky ass to the bed where you threw him on it, feeling little sympathy. 

“Okay, goodnight now.” 

You were just about to turn the light off and go over to the couch, before you heard him mutter something under his breath, stopping you in your steps.

“Stay…” 

You turned your head around. 

“Really, now you want to be with me?” You couldn’t hold back your attitude.

He was staring up at the ceiling, his hand on his face. 

You sighed. You couldn’t leave him like this, his shoes were still on. 

“Can you change yourself?” 

He nodded. 

“Okay, go do that. Then I’ll come back.” 

You walked out to the kitchen and ran him some water, reminiscing on your first day here. 

You walked back slowly, staring down at the glass. Feeling it against your skin. 

When you came back into the room, he was laying exactly where he had been before except he was in nothing but his boxers. 

“That’s not what I meant by changing.” 

“Close enough.” 

You sighed again, placing the water on his nightstand. 

“You forgot your glasses…”

You turned over to him, and leaning over his face, Revealing his eyes, those fucking eyes. Which were focused right on you as he watched you delicately take them off and place them aside. 

And for the first time he truly admired you. You weren’t conventional. You weren’t like the other people he had ever been with, you were genuine. 

You turned on the lamp, then went across the room to turn off the light. 

You walked back over to the bed and slid into the sheets a safe distance from him, and scrolled through your phone. 

You had spent a second like that, but were distracted by the feeling of your hand being picked up by his. 

He lifted it above his face, and just… looked at it. Inspecting each finger with his own. 

You looked at him interested, mostly confused. 

“I like your hands.” 

He said out of nowhere. 

“Thanks?” 

Then he placed your hand against his chest and closed his eyes. 

Your breath hitched, he was so cold. You spoke to hide your flustered-ness. 

“Take a blanket, Satoru! Jesus.” 

You reached down and grabbed a loose one at the foot of the bed and slung it over his legs haphazardly. 

He then sat upright, and pushed the blanket off of him. You were about to protest before he pulled his legs up and then under the sheets with you. 

“How drunk are you?” 

You said as a genuine question. 

“About a 9/10.” 

He looked over at you. 

“Is that bad?” 

“Not good.” He chuckled. 

He was different. You chalked it up to the alcohol, but this Satoru was entirely different than the one you had seen before. And you also didn't peg him as the type to drink. Which he wasn't.

He wore no fake smile, he faked no compliments, he didn’t act with an air of cockiness. 

“Why are you partying and drinking so much anyway?” 

His smile dropped. 

“You.” 

So no filter while he’s drunk? Cool. 

“Oh, sorry?” 

“It’s not your fault though.” 

He was staring at the ceiling again. 

“How am I the reason but it’s not my fault?” 

“You’re different.” 

“So you say.” 

You joked it off. 

You looked over at him and he was just looking at you. Intrinsically eyeing every detail of your face, as if he was trying to get to something. 

“You don’t make sense.” 

“I don’t make sense?! You teleported here!” 

“That’s true.”

He had a small smile again. 

“I just mean you don’t… work the same way everyone else does.” 

“You could say that about anyone though. No one’s the same.” 

“Yeah but you especially.” 

You laid down next to him, both of you on your backs looking up. 

“Everything’s been so weird recently.”

You admitted. Looking back over to him. 

“Do you know the reason why I called you?” 

“You were lonely?” 

You almost punched him, But gave him a pass because he was drunk. 

“Because I’m scared.”

He paid his full attention to you.

“I can’t pretend like it isn’t happening anymore. I keep having these- dreams and visions or something of myself and of…” 

You almost didn’t want to say it. But he probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, and you needed to get it off your chest. 

“..Sukuna.” 

You said with a shaky breath. 

Gojos eyes widened slightly.

The image was beginning to really take shape in his mind now, almost sobering him up as the realization was hitting him. The familiar visual of a cork board with images and blank spaces, and you and sukuna closely tied together. 

It started to fall into place. He simply stared at you while you spoke.

“And I’m chained to him… and he keeps telling me all these things and I keep wanting to see him even though I know I shouldn’t, and ever since this all started my memory has been defective, and anytime I’m alone with my thoughts I just think about him.” 

You closed your eyes and put your hands over your face. 

“I don’t know what’s scarier… how terrifying he is, or the fact that I still want to be near him…” 

You said shakily. You hadn’t even admitted that to yourself yet. 

You reopened your eyes, rubbing them sheepishly. Sleep wanting to overtake you again. 

“I’m sorry…” 

You realized you may have over shared with the way he stared at you. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I feel like that was too much.” 

“You shouldn’t feel bad.” 

He reached over for your hand again, instinctively, as if it were second nature. 

“I appreciate it but I don’t think that’s true.” 

He let out a sigh of defeat. 

“I kinda knew.” 

You whipped your head around to him. 

“What?!?!” 

“I traced it back to that first day when we trained, the energy you used wasn’t regular cursed energy.” 

You looked at him with a confused expression. 

“It was something a lot more complicated that not many sorcerers can ever do.” 

“It could’ve just been luck?” 

“It’s something that takes skill. That’s something you don’t have yet.” 

Ouch. 

“And I traced it back to Sukuna.” 

“You know about this?!” 

“Don’t get mad at me!” He whined 

“It’s not easy for me to get any angrier at you than I already am.” 

You squeezed his hand with a bruising force without even realizing.

“Let me explain at least-“ 

“Fine…” 

You glared at him. 

“I don’t ‘know’ about it- I just have been… investigating in my spare time.” 

You raised a brow, still glaring. 

“Thin ice. Why wouldn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you with everything you had going on.” 

“Right so that’s where you draw the line but making me leave my job and ditching me after sleeping with me is fine.”

He winced. He had never thought of it like that. 

“You’re a prick y’know that?” 

“You’re not the first person to tell me.” 

“You should really fucking listen.” 

You snarked at him.

You wanted to say something else. But the silence was too comfortable.

Your eyes fell down to his hand holding yours. 

How did he manage to have so many walls up but also act so vulnerable? He managed to put everything out there yet hide himself.

You wanted desperately to figure him out. But everytime you tried you lost yourself down his complexity.

You rolled your eyes, and then yawned. 

“You need sleep.” 

“You’re probably right.” 

He blinked his eyes slowly. 

“Remember that you said that.” 

He chuckled. 

You released his hand and turned the light off, 

“Night ‘Toru.” You scooted over next to him and put your head on his chest, 

He grunted in response.

You smiled to yourself and drifted off soon after. 

When you woke up, you weren’t alone. Which was an incredibly nice change of pace. 

You had barely moved from last night, head still on him. You slowly craned your neck up to see that he was still asleep. 

You reached around and eventually felt where your phone was, checking the time. 

It was well into the afternoon. 

“Oh shit!” 

Your sudden remark woke up the man beneath you. 

“Huh?” 

“Wake up! It’s past 3!” 

“Oh shit!” 

“I know!” 

You two looked at each other for a moment and started breaking out laughing. 

“I can’t believe I missed the whole day…” 

“That’s what you get for not sleeping for two fucking days!” 

You said angrily but were smiling. 

“I blame you.” 

“Why?!”

“I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t call me.” 

“Yeah, because you probably would’ve stayed up another night.” 

You reached for a pillow and went to hit him, but he caught it. 

“That’s because someone’s taking up my room.” 

“This was your idea!” 

You reached for another pillow, only to be met with the Same result. 

With both his hands holding pillows, you attempted to hit him with a blanket, but he just trapped you instead with his pillow-hands and held you up against him. 

“Lehfme goh!” 

Your words were muffled. 

“Sorry, I can't hear you.” 

You desperately tried to escape, but he was strong.

Annoyingly so. 

“Hwhy arh you sho buff?” 

He simply laughed at you. 

“Okah I woh hit you anhmoe!” 

He loosened his grip, and you rolled out of bed before he could hit you with another sneak attack. 

“I’m gonna go and be productive now.” 

“Aww, you’re gonna leave me here?” 

“Yes.” 

You said shamelessly as you left for the kitchen. 

The sunlight was boldly peeking in through all the windows, there wasn’t even a need for lights as you strolled through, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. 

He followed behind, pulling up some pants as he walked. 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

“I knew you liked me.” 

He said cockily. 

“It’s just because it’s comfy, don’t get the wrong idea.” 

He was back to his normal self, that sliver of vulnerability and genuineness was gone now.

“That’s what they always say.” 

“Can you order some breakfast- you don’t have shit in this house.” 

You felt that all too familiar sensation of an empty stomach's rage as you rummaged through his pathetic pantry. 

“You don’t even have cereal in here! What’s wrong with you?” 

“According to you a lot.” 

“I stand by that!” 

You shouted from inside the cabinets.

“There probably aren't any places offering breakfast.” He sat on a chair and began looking through his phone. 

Shit. You realized he was probably right. 

“But you’re rich? Can’t you hire a private chef or something? I want some waffles.” 

“Someone’s becoming needy.” 

“Blame yourself for taking me out so much.” 

“How are you going to live without me?” 

That sentence made you think. What were you gonna do after you left?

“Speaking of which, am I allowed to go back to my place?” 

“With me, yeah.” 

“Just you?” 

He nodded his head smugly. 

“Are you sure it’s not an excuse to go steal my underwear or something?” 

“If I wanted to do that I would’ve already.” 

“How do I know you haven’t?” 

He put a hand under his chin with a crossed leg and propped an elbow on the table smiling at you. 

“You don’t.” 

“Gross.” 

You dismissed him. 

“What are you planning on telling your job?” 

“An important business trip maybe, somewhere far.” 

“How are you going to lie to your own bosses about being on a business trip?” 

“Oh, I’m not, I’ll lie to my students and co-workers though.” 

That sounded familiar…

That’s what he told you when you were sent on that mission. 

“How often do you go on those…?” 

“Rarely. But it makes for an excellent excuse.” 

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.” 

“Right…” 

“So, where do you want to go to eat?” He beamed at you. 

The energy between you two has just shifted. And you felt that all too natural feeling of your walls rising, brick by brick. 

You two spent the day together, perusing shops and laughing, just genuinely enjoying each other's company. 

Maybe a little too much. 

You couldn’t help but notice your infatuation to anger ratio with Satoru was never steady, and always tipped in one direction. Right now, it was a perfect medium, but slowly began to favor him every time he cracked a joke or ran his fingers through his hair, or when he rejected people’s numbers. 

You two were sitting on a bench and watching the scenery. A park setting, one of the quieter parts of the bustling city. 

“I noticed something today.” 

You were smiling contently staring at the trees and people walking through the paths.

“Oh no. Gunna psychoanalyze me again?” 

He had one arm behind you resting against the top of the bench, an ankle crossed over his knee as he lowered his face down to you. 

You ignored him and continued talking. 

“You’ve turned down all the people that have come up to you.” 

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s a new thing.” 

“I really just do it to humor them.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“You never do!” 

He smiled at you. 

“Yeah, because you’re full of bullshit, respectfully.” 

“What evidence do you have to support your claim, sweetheart?” 

You scoffed at his nickname. 

“You have a used box of condoms in your nightstand, sweetheart.” 

“Most people do. You’re jealous.” 

He was giving you a cocky grin. 

“Please. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” 

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, you just want an excuse to cuck me.” 

“I’m not that into it, but if you’re open I’m open.” 

“What’s your body count then?” 

“That is incredibly private, and I’m quite upset you would ask!” 

He feigned offense. 

“I bet it’s more than both our ages combined.” 

“You’re probably right.”

You didn’t want to admit you were jealous, because you weren’t exclusive- But you were. The idea that every time he told you that you're special was something he said before, that his bed isn’t cold when you’re gone. His shirt you wore earlier could’ve been on someone else. 

You went quiet. You weren’t sure why you were so upset over him, but you felt it. 

“Didn’t peg you for the covetous type.” 

He went back to looking forward, admiring the same view as you. 

“And I didn’t peg you as a sappy drunk.” 

“Subjective.” 

“Sure.” 

You liked your little banters. But you all too cruelly reminded yourself that it was temporary. 

You were unknowingly pouting, or as you would prefer to say- brooding. 

He slung an arm over your shoulder and brought his mouth to your ear. 

“Someone’s maddd…” He cooed. 

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes and tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“C’mon, let’s go home sassy.” He pulled you into him. 

Time flies. Well not actually, for you it was. 

But for Satoru, it was moving at an agonizing pace. 

His whole world currently revolves around you. The mystery with Sukuna, you living with him, your developing friendship? If that’s what normal people would call it. 

But what was really kicking his ass was he was changing. 

It started off as 

“I’m just not in the mood too tonight.” 

To 

“None of these people are doing it for me.” 

And the next thing he knew he was sitting on the velvet couches of bright and vivid nightclubs. Bass, boobs, butt, and boisterous music were beginning to become boring. Instead of scouting out the nearest hot piece of meat he was going to fuck or make out with he was thinking about how annoyed he felt. 

Predictable, and mundane. At first, he just thought that the club itself was the problem- and he tried doing rounds around the city to varying places. 

But he kept circling past his house and keeping track of when the lights would be on or off. 

Thursday- 

lights on at 9:00pm, 

off at 11.

Friday-

Lights stayed on until midnight, then went off at around 1. 

Then they came back on. 

Did you wake up again? 

Then they were off the next hour. 

Maybe just a midnight snack. 

Saturday-

The lights stayed off all night. 

Went to bed early. 

One night He “broke into” his own home and peeked. He simply put his head in the door and leered in to see you asleep. Then he went out again. Every little thing you did he was becoming obsessed with. Obsessed with knowing, understanding, figuring out. He hasn't ever been challenged like this, so uncertain- so unknowing. From the things you say to your arduous sleep schedule.

You had been using the spare key but honestly you were in and out so much he had just made you a copy, and he saw that it was gone. 

As well as your shoes, phone, but not your wallet. 

This started to become his favorite game. 

You were shifting to becoming the central focus of this chapter in his life.

He started to narrow down all the places you could be. Phasing through the nighttime of Tokyo and disappearing into the skylines. 

You wouldn’t be clubbing, you’d need your ID. 

Restaurant? But money. Unless someone was paying for you. 

Dating? Hookups? Secret underground fighting ring?

He was perplexed. Every step of the way he just couldn’t predict you. 

He thought about not doing it, not following you. But he just couldn’t help himself, you were just too damn interesting. 

He found out later that you had gone on a walk. How something so simple had managed to stump him drew him closer into you. Just a walk- The simplest answer led to the most complicated of thinking. 

Why were you such an enigma? One answer leads to two questions. At first, he couldn’t stand not knowing anything, but he realized that having you in his life was difficult. And he fucking loved it. 

One week had passed since the night where he stumbled home drunk, and each day became part of a bigger puzzle. 

He had seen the shift in you. 

The training was getting to you, after some time you were finally becoming less mad at him- but you wouldn’t admit that. Even though he could tell. 

He may not have been able to use his cursed technique on you, but he still did his best to figure you out. 

You were growing tired, and each night he heard the same thing in different ways several times. 

“Who knew learning magic required so much working out?” 

You groaned as you stretched your sore muscles. 

“You say that every night.” 

He was reading a book sitting on the couch as you watched a movie and did some stretches. “Sorry we can’t all be born with the body of Zeus Asstoru.” 

Your newest nickname for him. He didn’t necessarily mind, finding your frustration cute. 

You had eventually pushed past the borders of sleeping in separate places. After that night when he came home shit faced you both had a silent agreement that it was nicer to sleep next to each other than alone. 

And this was the beginning of a beautifully complicated relationship. Situationship, if you will. 

You refused to sleep with him again to avoid further ruining yourself. Thinking that if you avoided that, everything would stay simple. 

Naive as always. 

You were both too caught up in the flow of life to realize how domestic you both looked. 

During week one you convinced him to go grocery shopping, and you two stood side by side in the kitchen as he blasted pop songs and splashed water on you while doing the dishes, eliciting a scream and then chaos ensuing. Which always led to you two having to do more cleaning- you yelled at him how counterintuitive it was and he laughed it off like always.

Week two you had both made allotted chores to share. Gojo had the dishes, food, and the floors. You covered laundry, surfaces, and anything else. But you shared making the bed. 

He usually liked to take up at least ⅔ of it with his lanky ass body, and so You eventually started rolling over and hitting him in the face until he moved. In the cases where you took up the bed, he just laid on you. Leaving you totally helpless as you clawed at him and tried pushing your huge lap dog off. 

“Toru’!” Git!” You grunted as he refused to budge. Just mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous.” You sighed, but ultimately accepted defeat this time.

By week three you had an allotted movie night- Tuesdays. You weren't sure how your arguing had led to that compromise, but it did. And any night you picked dinner he picked dessert, And vice versa. Invisible systems and structures were being built in this now-shared home.

And it was the first time you slipped in the shower with him. “To save water,” you said- even though you both knew it was a big fat lie. You were horny. 

“I think you just want an excuse to see me naked.” He leaned an arm on the black tiles, his milky white skin contrasting the night black shower. 

“And you’re complaining?”

“Didn’t say that now.”

He ogled you undauntedly. You both knew what you wanted, and so you went for it. 

The coy game is what you called it, who could pretend like nothing was happening the longest?

The last article of clothing hit the floor, steam nearly blurring your features. He usually took his showers cold but heated it up for you. 

You simply walked past him ignoring him completely, reaching for the bottle of expensive soap. You moved in to be in front of him, so he had a perfect view of your bare shoulders and neck, Some of his favorite parts.

He bit the inside of his lip, leaning back and watching intently. 

You turned around to face him, but simply disregarded his presence and instead pushed him aside to reach the flowing water.  A small moan leaves your lips as the welcoming warmth enveloped you. 

You lathered up the soap in your hands, letting the suds fall down your body, tracing over every sweet dip. 

“What's wrong?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Nothing.”

“Really?” You looked him in the eyes. 

“Need some help?” You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes. 

He was grinning at you. 

“Sure.” 

You reached for the soap again, with one hand you started working your way down the curves of his shoulders, and down the dip of his spine.

He pressed a firm hand against the wall balancing himself as your fingers left ghost traces down his skin. The tantalizing and torturous teasing of yours was driving him fucking insane. But he was persistent. 

Then you moved your hands around to his abs, tracing the outline. You gripped onto his waist and put your face against his broad back and shoulders. Letting your hand roam farther and farther down until you reached his v-line. 

The sensitive and thin skin being suddenly intruded on made his breath hitch. You traced little shapes along it, grazing his happy trail with your pinky- managing to keep your hand just high enough so it didn't touch where he needed you most. You snuck in writing your own name in gentle letters down it. You felt him tense up under you, grinning into his back.

Then, you left. 

“Good shower. Man, I needed that!” you stretched your arms and wrapped a towel around yourself, walking out in quick paces before he had the chance to react. 

“Tease!” 

You heard him shout from the echoed chambers of the bathroom, as you victoriously (and evilly) laughed.

Your shared work life was growing more intense. As your situationship with Satoru increased, as did what he put on you. 

You were expected to become a professional Jujutsu sorcerer by the end of this year's graduation. You had managed to master a constant stream and management of your emotions- and Satoru at home made your little Sukuna problem much more manageable. You had hardly even thought of him since that night. 

Gojo eventually laid it all out for you, after week two when you had too many questions that he was too tired to keep avoiding. 

The higher ups wanted you dead, or at least gone. 

Your soul had residual energy of a special grade, low-level curses were scared of you, and Sukuna had acted strange upon your arrival. But what they especially didn't like- was your potential and aura. Something about your energy threatened them, something about your soul. And above all else, they didn’t have the answer. They just messily connected the dots with crayons and saw the worst of whatever shape was made-

You also hadn't figured out your cursed technique yet, but whatever it was had the ability to possibly hurt them if put in the wrong hands.  

“That can be said about anyone!” You huffed to him. 

Gojo was attempting to keep you alive under the guise that you could eventually help them instead, but there was something that they knew that he didn't. Which is what he was trying to figure out. For whatever reason, you were a threat to them. And with the arrival of Sukuna at the same time, they were especially on guard. Which is why he was rushing you into training this hard, to show that you can be useful. 

You were mostly confused. What harm were you to anyone?

“It's not about what you can do right now, it's what you could do.”

Gojo said to you. 

“You’re unhelpful.” 

“How?!” he shouted

“You always answer me in riddles! I don't know what these cryptic ass responses mean.”

“You're impossible.” 

“You like it.” You blatantly flirted.

“No comment.”

He crossed his arms and turned away from you, you punched him in the shoulder jokingly. 

By week four, you had partially moved in. 

Your clothes occupied space in his closet, your shared meals were plated and foiled in the fridge. 

You both had an unspoken agreement not to mention the outside world while you were both home together, because as much as you both hated to admit it- you grew fond of each other's company. 

Satoru was home more; you were starting to adapt into this new lifestyle. And he was an amazing distraction from the hardships of your life. 

You two started to find familiarity in each other. His flaws, your quirks. 

He wasn’t as big and bad as he paints himself out to be, he’s still just a man after all. And you had something that no one had ever had before, you didn’t view him any differently because of it. 

And you- where did he even begin with you. Somehow tied to the king of curses, mystery cursed technique, and hidden abilities. You perplexed him- which at first, he saw as a curse, but now, a blessing. If he can figure you out, he can figure anything out. 

You stripped him bare and pierced his soul with your gaze when the world offered him everything you weren’t included. Instead, he has to work for it and earn it after you stripped him of the very thing that makes him Gojo Satoru. 

You are the last step to his true strength. 

He is the last step to your sanity breaking.

You tried to deny yourself, you really fucking did. But then he bought this expensive wine and chocolates to celebrate one month of you living with him and things shifted. 

It was that goddamn white button up and saccharine voice. The way he said your name like a prayer, the way he made you feel as if you deserved to be worshiped with his gifts. 

By week five, things got complicated. 

Do you know how they say chocolate is an aphrodisiac? That’s probably just an excuse. 

It melted between your tongues as they danced around in a disheveled waltz. 

You moved to sit on his lap as his hands found comfort on your hips. The sound of the film long buzzed out, fine wine pumping through you coursing warmth across your bodies. 

“We shouldn’t.” you let out a husky whisper pulling away with great reluctance. 

“Why not sugar?” 

That new fucking nickname. He knew what it did to you. 

He ran a thumb across your top lip, wiping some chocolate off and licking it off seductively. 

You were absolutely unraveled for him. 

“Fuck ‘Toru…” 

You arched your back into him, and he stabilized your hips with a painfully delicate grip. 

“What do you want?” 

You groaned in frustration and grabbed him by the collar slamming his face into yours. Tired of the teasing, of the sentimentality. 

You weren’t going to convince yourself he cared. 

That any of them cared, not Satoru, not Sukuna. 

He pulled away from you in a feverish heat, breaths hot and heavy lids. 

“Someone’s eager…” 

You saw Sukuna in his eyes. You wanted to touch him, to be held by him, but that wasn’t a possibility for you. 

“Shut up.” 

You suddenly were overcome with a deep and passionate lust, the man beneath you wasn’t who was making it. You remembered the feeling of Sukuna's warm and calloused hands against your throat, it was firm, but you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. 

You missed it. 

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shook your head and cleared your thoughts. 

“Satoru?” 

You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes. 

“Yeah?” 

“Stay broken with me.” You muttered beneath your breath. 

He only gave a small smile. The silence oddly comfortable .

Pt.5