#gojo satoru x fem!reader

[nightdncer]

you ate them?!

✦ characters : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ino Takuma, Sukuna Ryomen, Shoko Ieriei

✦ warnings : suggestive asf, smut, fem!reader, pet names, cussing, typos :(

✦ A/N : HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! :33 - omg I love Niigo Kaito <33

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[solarenchanting]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 ── .✦ gojō satoru x fem!reader

itʼs almost as if you and him broke up—but almost doesn't count, you were still broken up.

note: part three + usage of “[name]” + 24-hour time + semi-thoroughly proofread :')

part one: birthday part two: birthday wish

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the wooden floor occasionally creaking as the handles of the plastic bag filled with snacks clutched in your right hand rustled.

you bit your lower lip, glancing to one the end of the hallway, seeing the moonlight filtered from the window, then staring at the other end. you could just drop the bag, rush out the building of tokyo metropolitan curse technical college, head to your car, and drive home. no one was stopping you.

you sighed, nervous and frustrated, leaning against the opposite wall with your legs stretched and bent out, deflated. the plastic bag swayed slowly, your head lowered and eyes glued to the floor in contemplation.

at this point, what was more difficult?

was it calling him on his old phone number—which surprisingly still worked—or was it standing outside the very office door that you used to visit knowing that he was on the other side, aware of your presence because of his fucking six eyes?

definitely the latter.

that was probably because you still had the copy of the key to his office attached to your car keys—the same car keys that still held a copy of the key to his room. not to forget to mention, for some reason, you still kept the copy of the key to the old house he used to rent.

or maybe it was because you realised that you were going to see him in person—and not just hear his voice, which sounded hoarse. had he been crying? you hoped not.

it was supposed to be a simple call: a quick, “happy birthday,” followed by a casual “how have you been lately? are you okay?” before ending the conversation, just as you’d planned.

then again, when did life ever go as planned?

rationality scoffed at you, mocking the excuse you had come up with. the voice in the back of your mind began ranting that you had the power to decline his request. you could have—should have—stood your ground and stayed behind the line you’d drawn.

look at yourself, [name], unable to knock on a door because you can’t face your ex-boyfriend that you left. that you made the effort to dress up decently and drive all the way to see him at 2 am. now you’re trying to justify something you could’ve avoided?

i know, but—

but what?

my heart…

your heart, which still held a special place for satoru, had always known—even back when you were both young and unsure—that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

you smiled sadly. that’s right. there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, especially after everything he had been through.

he deserved happiness. and if that meant doing this—coming over to celebrate his birthday, pretending for one last time that you never broke up—then so be it.

“you comin’ in?”

you jumped back, your head snapping toward the sound of his voice interrupting your thoughts. A sharp gasp escaped you, the sound echoing through the hallway.

you were stunned by the sight before you, trying to take a step back—an idiotic move, since you’re leaning against a wall—and stumbled. your breath was caught in your throat.

satoru was leaning against the doorframe, the door slightly ajar, hands lazily in the pocket of his slacks. his ankles were crossed, the tip of his left shoe pointing toward the ground.

he wore that same old smug look—head tilted to the side, hair falling with it, and a cocky smirk. beneath that damned blindfolded, hid the mischievous glint you knew was in his beautiful eyes. his eyebrow was arched mockingly.

not a single person would believe you if you told them that the egotistical man standing before you was the same man who pleaded over the phone for you to be here earlier.

“i was about to come in, satoru.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at him, fixing your posture and smiling. standing straight from the wall, you smoothed out any wrinkles on your clothes and loosened your grip on the plastic bag.

“uh huh,” satoru drawled. “and was that going to happen before or after your nervous breakdown, [name]?”

“haven’t decided yet,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“ah, i see, i see,” he nodded his head, rubbing his chin in mock contemplation. “well, that’s thirty minutes of our time wasted.”

“it’s only been thirty minutes? felt like forever.”

“time flies when you’re about to confront an ex.”

“hey,” you warned, a teasing glare shot his way. “you’re the one who wanted me here in the first place.”

“and you’re the one who called and came over,” he fired back quickly.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you huffed, sucking your teeth. he got you there, you��d admit (just not out loud). “are you going to let me in or what?”

“of course. can’t have my guest of honour standing outside more than she already has,” he chuckled, stepping aside and opening the door to the office behind him.

even as you walked past him to enter the room, your eyes never left him. for a moment, you paused, scanning his face, both of you standing under the doorway, taking in each other’s presence for the first time since the breakup.

your heart hammered against your ribcage, as if it might burst at any moment, racing and skipping multiple beats. was it because of the close proximity, the small space filled with feelings best left unspoken, or unanswered questions that neither of you dared to confront?

“what?” satoru asked softly, taking a step closer to you, his face inching to yours.

“nothing…” you gulped, glancing at his covered eyes, shifting on your feet for a moment. “just… take off that—”

“damn blindfold,” he teased, mimicking your voice. he pulled it off in one swift movement, tucking it into his pocket without breaking eye contact. “i was waiting for you to say that. you always said my eyes were your favourite feature of mine.”

and they still are.

“uh huh, if you say so,” you dismissed with a light backhand slap to his arm.

“oh, i know so.”

he pulled back, smirking. you leaned back, arching an eyebrow at him, mirroring his smirk in amusement, silently daring him to continue whatever was going between you two.

but after a moment of silence, both of you burst out laughing, sharing a quiet chuckle. you shook your head, walking further into the office and stopping in the center of the room, while he closed the door and stood at a respectful distance.

your office is still boring,” you stated bluntly, with no mockery, glancing around the familiar room that held many memories.

“and i bet you left yours in a mess,” he countered teasingly, taking another step closer to you. “papers everywhere, smelling like lavender.”

“it’s called organised chaos. thank you very much,” you shot back, turning your head over your shoulder to face him. “and for the record, my office smells like sandalwood.”

“my sincerest apologies,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “didn’t mean to guess incorrectly.”

you stared at him, deadpanned. however, a faint smile tugged at your lips. realisation washed over you as you lifted the plastic bag.

“i almost forgot, i brought snacks!” you exclaimed, shaking the bag lightly. you offered it to him, the bag swaying gently. “it’s no kikufuku, but i hope it’s enough, birthday boy!”

butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he dropped his smirk, replacing it with a soft smile as he accepted it. your fingers brushed against each other, and in that split second, the tension in the room melted away, replaced by the familiarity of lingering feelings.

“thank you,” he grinned, opening the bag to reveal his favourite snacks and a six-pack of soda.

he peered up at you, a sly smile playing on his lips, “wanna sit on the floor by the coffee table, blanket over our laps, while we devour these for old time’s sake?”

you turned your head to the coffee table, noticing it wasn’t in its usual place—next to the expensive chair he bought. instead, it was already placed near the wall, where his phone rested on the surface, alongside two cushions and a folded blanket.

we were gonna end up sitting there anyways, huh?

“well,” you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, jerking your head toward the coffee table, with an inviting grin. “what are we waiting for, satoru?”

he didn’t hesitate to lead you both to the corner of the room. as he set out the snacks and six-pack of soda on the table—and you shamelessly opened the first packet of candy he took out, much to his amusement—you sat on the cushions and spread out the blanket over your lap, throwing the other half on his side, placing your phone next to his on the table.

the minute he sat down next to you, the air was filled with endless chatter and laughter, slurps and gulps of soda, the crinkling of candy packets and chewing. moonlight streamed through the window, and the occasional glance of the time punctuated the moments.

03:21 ・Saturday, 7 December

it was nothing short of a friendly conversation between two exes—catching up, sitting next to each other at a distance, offering a few elusive answers to questions about how you and he have been.

04:05 ・Saturday, 7 December

the gap between you and him slowly closed, unnoticed. four out of the six sodas were finished—courtesy of the birthday boy—and candy wrappers were discarded in the plastic bag.

you rested your arms on the coffee table, listening as satoru dramatically regaled you with another story of his life lately.

05:56 ・Saturday, 7 December

you and him had drunk the last two sodas, and polished off all the snacks—it was just the two of you and a sugar rush.

satoru had his elbow propped on the table, his face resting in the palm of his hand as he listened to whatever you were rambling about. whenever silence lingered for even a moment, he poked or pinched your cheek, teasing for a reaction, or added a comment or follow-up question.

he wanted to hear you talk, to see the way your eyes lit up, to hear the tone of your voice shift when you retold a story, to watch your hands move as you spoke—all while his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

whether you leaned forward willingly or he pulled you closer by the minute, neither of you could tell.

06:35 ・Saturday, 7 December

time froze, and you didn’t know how you got here.

you and satoru had caught the sunrise, staring out the large circular window on the wall as the gray morning clouds slowly drifted away, becoming a lighter shade.

whispers of the past filled the silence, and for the first time you arrived, you and him found yourselves taking a trip down memory lane.

the conversation drifted from the first all-nighter you pulled together, to that random night you decided to star-gaze on a rooftop, pointing out constellations, to the one evening to spent at the beach—watching the sunset as you soaked your feet in the cold water, until satoru started a splashing war, kicking the water and sending you running after him for revenge.

you smiled wistfully as satoru recounted the memory. his eyes lingered on the horizon outside, the sky changing into a pale gray. his voice was soft, almost casual, as if saying it out loud would make it real.

“you know, i never thought that—that we would ever…” he trailed off, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

you frowned, lifting your head from his shoulder to glance at him. his gaze met yours without hesitation, and his usual smug expression softened into something more somber. his arm fell from your shoulders, and despite the small smile on his face, it didn’t reach his eyes.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop yourself.

“it’s not your fault,” he shook his head, his voice low, a flicker of something in his eyes—you couldn’t quite decipher it.

satoru reached out, his palm open and angled, as if to cup your cheek, but hesitated. he caught himself, curling his fingers into a fist before bringing his hand back down to rest on the blanket.

you avoided his eyes, unsure if you could trust yourself to look at him without the tears threatening to spill. it was hard enough to ignore the way your heart was clenching.

“i…i should go,” you muttered, clearing your throatas you removed your side of the blanket from your lap.

“right,” satoru acknowledged, his jaw clenched and voice strained. he moved to assist, completely shoving the blanket off and discarding it to the space next to him.

you grabbed your phone from the coffee table, tucking it in your pocket without bothering to smooth out any wrinkles in your clothes. instead, you focused on discarding the candy wrappers and soda cans with satoru—neither of you uttering a word—as you folded the blanket, nearly finished.

once the cleanup was done and his office returned to its usual pristine condition, you stood near the door while he was in the center of the room. the distance between you and him felt heavier than the closeness you’d just shared.

it was as if you were breaking up again—standing in front of each other in the same way: you walking away, and him left behind.

“happy birthday, satoru,” you whispered, your voice tinged with a deep sadness as your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

you paused, taking a shaky breath, fighting to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “i hope you have a good day further… you deserve it.”

“thank you, [name], for this—for everything.”

no. thank you, satoru.

“it’s the least i could do,” you shrugged, trying to downplay it.

“i see.”

“yeah.”

fuck, you needed to leave. you couldn’t stand being here for another minute, knowing that you’re on the brink of breaking down. you’d rather cry in your car than in front of satoru. it was a crazy thought, because it used to be him who comforted you whenever the dam inside of you broke.

“i’ll… i’ll see you around, yeah?”

without waiting for an answer, you turned and walked to the door. your hand weakly grasped the handle, before you tightened your grip and pushed it down, the door creaking open—

“[name]...”

you stopped dead in your tracks, the door ajar. turning to face satoru, you blinked rapidly to clear the tears threatening to fall, but your vision blurred and you couldn’t quite make him out through the haze.

satoru took a step forward, his hand reaching out, before retracting it—as if he tried to close the distance between you. his mouth parted but no words came out; they seemed stuck in his throat.

“i want you to be there tonight—at my party—i want to you be there with everyone else—with me.”

your heart clenched at his words, the rawness in his voice cutting through you. for a moment, you could only stare at him as he stood there, vulnerable in a way you’ve rarely seen. his usual confidence was stripped away, leaving only the truth in his eyes.

“i…” you started, your voice trembling with emotions. “satoru…”

you tore your gaze from him, blurry eyes dropping to the floor, not wanting to see the faint hope in his expression. your fingers tightened around the door handle, and you swallowed hard, the weight of your decision pressing down on you as shuddering breaths escaped your mouth.

“...i’ll consider it.”

clinging onto whatever control you had left, you turned around and walked out with your head bowed. you closed the door with a deep thud, leaving him in the silence of the room—his outstretched hand frozen in place, with so much more left unsaid.

a/n: part three for @avietnu + @lizajane2 + @iamrgo !! i hope you enjoy it <33

call me gege akutami from how much i hurted satoru (i cried while writing this, ngl)

may whoever stumbles upon this fic enjoy it <33

much love, from me to you ♡

[jiarkives]

you’ll be safe here

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — with you, he can just be himself. not the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, not the honored one, not anyone the world expected him to be.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — hurt/comfort

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — ending was kinda wack but it is what it is 🫣 also, the title is from an opm song

~

From the moment he walked through the front door of your shared home, you knew something was wrong. The heavy sigh he let out as soon as he was inside was enough to tell you that, but there was more. So much more.

His blindfold was hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was unkempt and messy like he had run his fingers through them more times than he can count on both hands. His usually bright, blue eyes are dull, lacking the sparkle in them. And if you looked closely, you could see how his hands trembled.

“I’m home,” he greeted, his voice quiet and almost bland as he practically collapsed on the couch.

You did not speak, opting to sit beside him on the couch wordlessly, close enough for him to reach for you, but not close enough to touch him. You did not want to overwhelm him more than he already was. You wanted to go at his own pace.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke, your voice still quiet, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He did not respond, the silence stretching out even longer, but you let him. You let him lay on the couch, almost unmoving when he finally spoke, “Can you hold me?”

It wasn’t the answer to your question, but it was an answer you were hoping for, so just as silently as you were since he got home, you moved closer to him slowly. You reached out tentatively, your fingers ghosting over his shoulder clad in his usual long sleeves before you finally, finally touched him. You rubbed his shoulders shortly before your arms snakes around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

His head immediately found its way to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before exhaling shakily, causing you to shiver slightly. Only when his face was burrowed deeply into your neck and he was hidden away from the world did he break.

His tears started falling silently at first, wetting your skin and your shirt. Then, his sobs followed almost immediately and soon enough, he was crying into your neck like the child he failed to be, while your arms wrapped around him tighter as you whispered assurances into his ear, like how a mother would to her child.

You let him cry everything out, biting your own tears back.

You did nothing but soothe him as he cried his heart out and you can only hope that his burdens were somehow eased with every tear that fell from his eyes.

And even when his tears had stopped and his cries were reduced to mere hiccups, you still held him tightly. You held him as you led him to your shared bedroom, into your bed. You held him as you laid on the bed, wide awake as he slept his worries away. You held him when the nightmares plagued his dreams, waking him up and sending him into tears yet again. You held him throughout the night until the sun rose above the horizon.

And when the new day arrived, only then did you let go. When the new day arrived, he never apologized for being vulnerable in front of you. He never did anymore. He never felt guilty for not being able to keep up with his usual façade around you anymore and you have never felt happier to know that he can truly feel safe around you.

[pupkashi]

This has been living rent free in my head.

Gojo's wife getting into trouble /causing mischief with his students. Causing all sorts of chaos with other classes.

EEEK YES HIS WIFE WOULD BE SO SILLY WITH THE FIRST YEARS ESPECIALLY 😭😭😭

i can picture you whispering with them at a table telling them all the hot gossip about the higher ups and the other teachers and then suddenly gojo is like

“hey guys !! what are you guys talking about :)” and y’all all just immediately are like “nothing haha not about nanami’s emo phase haha or your bad haircut during your first year haha or-” megumi smacks yuji to shut him up.

when they’re all training you’d bring them all snacks to keep them energized and motivate them by cheering them on, all of them smiling at you.

“when i buy them food they don’t smile at me like that” gojo pouts, pulling you into his side.

“aw baby, they just prefer me” you grin, kissing his lips and leaning your head on his shoulder.

the second years also love you <33 toge especially loves helping you pull pranks on the others, smiling and high fiving when they go to plan and you manage to pull it off.

maki thinks you’re so silly but admires you because you’re such a badass when you wanna be and you have gojo wrapped around your finger. the first time she saw you scold gojo she held her breath for you, shocked to see him sulking like a kicked puppy when you walked away from him.

the students just love having u around and anytime you’re near them they can feel the atmosphere lighten up and the tension dissolve with everyone of your jokes (good ones, as opposed to satoru’s terrible dad jokes).

[villainbait]

Little Love Affair (LINK)

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader | Gojo Satoru x You

Tags: Fluff, fluffy sex, vanilla, semi-public sex, public sex, teasing, quickie, almost caught in the act, faculty room sex, school sex, loveseat sex, implied vague mention of cum eating, mentions of reader’s lingerie, creampie, canon gojo satoru behavior, if i ever write about condom usage call the cops, it means i’ve been kidnapped, PWP, Smut, Fluff and Smut

Summary:

“Eager today, aren’t you?” His tone was halfway to condescending and normally you’d bluff that you weren’t desperate for him just so he would work that much harder, but this time you couldn’t deny it. The moment Satoru slipped his hand between your thighs he’d know just how much you wanted him and the confession would spill from your lips how you had been aching all day for his text. You and Gojo Satoru get hot and heavy in the faculty room as a treat.

A/N: Just wanted to write something fluffy again before I go back to writing darkfic. ♥ Please enjoy.

[gojoscinnamonroll]

dating nerdy bf! gojo— everyone thinks your sweet little dork of a boyfriend is innocent, but little do they know how much of a horny freak he is, especially when you’re sitting on his lap in the library studying; his weakness.

you were too concentrated on jotting notes down to realize his hard length was poking you from underneath your skirt nor hear his breathing starting to become heavy until he moves your hair to the side and rasps in your ear, “baby…you look so beautiful when you’re focused.”

confused, you flip your head around to see your pathetic boyfriend in a complete haze– flushed cheeks, eyes full of hunger, lips glossy and red. “satoru, are you okay? need some water? a snack? we can take a bre–“ he cuts you off.

“no.” he breathed out, “what i need…” starting to grind up against your heat, “is to feel you around my cock.” groaning against your neck as his veiny hand snakes around the other side.

you can’t help but feel the slight warmth starting to take over your face once he begins grinding his aching dick back and forth against your throbbing cunt, the stimulation nearly bringing you over the edge until you realize the two of you were still in the library, bringing your shaky hand over your mouth to muffle your slight whimpers.

“toru, we can get introuble if someone catches us right now.” you quietly whine, “can we finish this first then we can go…” almost slipping out a moan when he bucks his hips into you even faster.

“no, can’t mmh wait, need you now.” he mewled out (almost) out loud, that you had to turn around to shush him with your hand and caught a glimpse of his fogged up, tilted eyeglasses almost falling off his face and his mouth dangling open.

the roll of his hips against you came to a halt as his body began to squirm underneath yours, his eyes rolling back and sweat starting to drip down the sides of his face as he pants again your hand, the tent in his pants now becoming a stained wet spot. “so sorry sweets i-“ profusely apologizing. you sigh and get up from his lap.

“yeah yeah, c’mon lets go before someone notices you stained your pants you nerd.”

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tags: @beanietopia @cuntphoric @alifromanotherworld @takumasimp @webism @yemmuisworld @xixflower

[frid4y]

"just one feel, please! I won't ask again, I promise!"

that was the agitating sound of satoru's desperate plea to feel your tits. crazy, I know! yet his persistence is admirable. but you would never give in! even if he has been asking for days.

but satoru doesn't see it that way. he thinks he weighing you down, he knows it. just a some more convincing and begging, and his pretty little roommate will give in! and there's no way you couldn't want him to, especially with how your casually wearing no bra in front of his prying eyes.

"satoru, for the millionth time. no! there are so many girls on campus who would let you squeeze their boobs. i'm not one of them, give up!" for some reason, your annoyance only pushes him to try harder.

"it's for good luck! i have an exam today, i swear i'll never ask again!" satoru shines his big blue eyes at you and pouts, plopping down right next to you on the large couch. he pokes your arm impatiently, his gaze occasionally averting to the slight bounce of your chest. fuck, he's determined.

but you stay strong, your no's firm. until your sick of hearing "please" over and over again. especially coming from satoru's whiny little voice. "holy shit, fine satoru! if it'll get you to shut the fuck up. fine." you reluctantly give in. anything to get him to be quiet, right?

his eyes light up, his hands moving faster than his mind. suddenly, your laid on your back on the couch, satoru's large figure huddled over you. he immediately pushes up your tank top, his brain short circuiting as he stares at your tits. the first instinct running through him is to take your nipples in his mouth, suck on them until they're swollen. but he doesn't think that's on the agenda today, so he'll wait until his next opportunity.

satoru's large hand reaches out and brushes his thumb over the bud making you gasp softly. he wants more, he needs to hear that again. his other hand reaches out and pinches your nipple, before both of his hands squeeze each of your boobs, kneading and squeezing the flesh.

satoru watches how your lips part in pleasure, your head tilted back slightly. a surge of desire fuels him and he feels his cock stiffen in his pants, along with the growing urge to run his tongue along his—your perfect tits. "o-okay, that's it satoru. you said one feel!" you whine, trying to peel his hands away with all your strength, but he doesn't wanna let go.

"wait! hold on, just a little bit longer! they're just so pretty—can i just suck 'em!" he pleads again, almost drooling at the thought. you groan, such a fucking perv. yet, even if you wanted to deny that his touch felt off, it didn't, if anything, you enjoyed it.

"let go and I'll think about it." and that was all you needed to say to get satoru back on his best behavior and he'll be waiting for his next chance, even if it means begging again.

[cuntphoric]

satoru gojo p✰rn links .ᐟ

gojo's tongue is mean, rough against you as he's got no patience to take it slow. the blindfold stays on, that hungry look never leaving his face as his fingers and tongue dig into your folds.

gojo just loves grinding against you, his cock sliding between your folds, already slick with your arousal. you can see the way he pushes in, the fast thrusts as he fucks you.

idk what you want me to say, but gojo just LOVES having his finger(s) in you, fucking it into you though.

gojo is all over your tits, mouth greedy as he kisses and suckles, flicking and biting. he shows you just how much he loves them.

gojo's pathetic, so fucking submissive as he gets a handjob, his breath ragged. the oil just makes it worse, slick and messy as you straddle his face, riding it slowly.

gojo's hands are slick with oil, loving the way it makes everything feel so much smoother as he works over your tits. he massages them with a desperate need, his eyes glued to the way the oil glistens - so what if he loves oiling your pretty bod up?

you grip gojo firmly from the behind. with slick strokes, you give him a mean handjob, his body tense and desperate as you work him over, each pull making him whimper and groans.

FINALLY it's the girls eating the guys asses out. so sweet.

he's groaning, his head thrown back as your sweet words slips from your lips, each sweet word making him laugh and shiver. he can't help but laugh between gasps, loving how you have him wrapped around your hand. literally.

you're torturing him with his own cock, your hand tight and teasing as he whimpers uncontrollably. gojo's desperate, his breath shaky, begging you to stop overstimulating him. he's a mess, groaning and twitching. but that's what you wanted, right?

thank you @webism for making the divider, love you abby ! trust i WILL be using the other ones 💗💗

[xazse]

Loser!Gojo with a long distance girlfriend he finally gets to meet and goes mad.

Loser!Satoru really can’t believe he’s managed to even get a girlfriend let alone an online relationship, he met you on an old game barely anyone plays and instantly clicked with you, you shared the same nerdy interests with things like monsters and magic.

His days with you are spent calling and texting for hours on end, he’ll spend his entire day just sitting on the phone talking about absolutely nothing with you! He loves it so much! It’s to the point where he’ll oversleep from being up all night and miss a lecture, you always scold him for not setting alarms.

Things start innocent and cute at first then you both get needy, the phone calls get nastier and nastier, with you sending him some of the raunchier photos of yourself, he fucking loves it. He’s a loaded dude so sending you some money to buy the next “it” lingerie is absolutely worth it in his opinion.

He’ll almost always in return send you videos of him pathetically jerking off his cock and whining so girlishly into the phone about what you do to him and what he’s going to do to you when he gets his hands on you.

The phone sex is downright sinful: it just exists of nasty squelching noises; you making sure Satoru can hear how wet he makes you and vise versa with him.

It gets to the point where he literally flies out to see you, he needs you in his embrace immediately and so damn badly, he’s straining in his pants thinking about your cute self.

When you see him, you figure out how really awkward he is, you have to carry the conversations but you don’t mind at all! It’s so cute seeing him stutter in your presence trying to formulate a sentence.

That night you two really can’t wait, fucking each other the same day you finally see one another is needed.

Satoru fucks you like he doesn’t even know you, his cock filts inside you so fucking nicely, he’s not big but he makes up for it with his speed and the way he’s perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You’re practically dripping and gripping his cock no not practically: you are.

As much as he tries to put on a big front while destroying you, you know he’s just a sensitive thing that’s holding his orgasm for you, it’s not long before he’s cumming into the condom with a drawn out groan before you. He gets hard again pretty quickly and after a quick pause he pushes inside your cunt again, wanting to do it all over again.

He also tries his hardest to not drool all over your neck, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself!

[nightdncer]

Smash or Pass

✦ characters : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Sukuna Ryomen, Takuma Ino {oh yeah I added two rando FLUFF Akito Shinonome texts because I tried doing PJSK smaus but it flop, BADLY}

✦ warnings : SUGGESTIVE ASF {a lil fluff?} , pure crack , cusses, PRE-RELATIONSHIP

✦ A/N : GUYS IM ALIVE

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[solarenchanting]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 ── .✦ gojō satoru x fem!reader

he made his wish before he even blew the candle

note: not thoroughly proofread (iʼm sorry (//ω//) ) + minor mention of suguru getō + usage of “[name].”

part one: birthday

the soft, silvery glow of the moon poured through the large circular window, illuminating his office. outside, the rain from the late night into the early morning was reduced with the faint drizzle, with the murmur of distant thundering.

the study desk, its wooden surface glistening faintly, was devoid of administration clutter. lesson plans and curriculum materials were stored away in the top drawer, the first-years’ assessments and mission reports in their own binder, and performance records and evaluations in another.

there was not much to it. the office was simple, organised, easy to navigate—a desk on the right side of the room, a lamp in the corner and a coffee table beside him as he sat on his rather expensive (not his words) chair, centered in the room.

there wasn’t a bookshelf filled with his favourite books—did he even have any?

the walls weren’t adorned with various framed portraits of his favourite artworks—no, that wasn’t his office.

there wasn’t a lingering scent of incense—was it lavender or sandalwood burning tonight?—held in that wooden boat burner perched on the windowsill.

there was no ticking of that pendulum clock hanging on a wall. where he’d stand in front of the clock, swaying his head side to side to match the rhythm of the silver swinging weight whenever he visited.

no.

it was quiet.

quiet, like the snow that would fall in tokyo later this month—when you’d compare its soft, powdery texture to his hair beneath your fingertips.

quiet, like the silence that followed that august afternoon. the sky was clear and blue just like his eyes, when you broke up with him.

quiet, like the moment you stood in front of him—almost unfamiliar, looking like the stranger he met years ago—and whispered, “goodbye, satoru.”

quiet, like the way he watched you leave, taking your memories of him with you, despite him still having so much to say.

he scoffed, clicking his tongue. his shoulders rose in a shrug as quick as they fell into a slump. his chair squeaked as he adjusted his position, slouching his back against the backrest with his neck leaning over the top rail.

his right ankle rested over his knee, forming a loose figure four. hands were clasped together over his stomach, he paused to tug at the damned blindfold—your words—lifting it up enough just to reveal one eye. he stared up at the ceiling, his gaze unreadable, lost in his thoughts.

the plain, dull surface seemed to echo the ache lying beneath his usual bravado—an ache that was raw, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore.

the worst part? he didn’t know what to do with it.

he was gojō satoru : the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. the one who shifted the balance of the world at birth. the sole inheritor of limitless and six eyes in four centuries. clan head, the pride of the gojō lineage, blessed with everything and anything—a god amongst mortals.

and yet, at this moment, he felt weak.

weak, because he didn’t know what to do with it—with the pain, the heartache, the… love.

love.

the most twisted curse of all.

a dry chuckle escaped his lips, chest rumbling lowly. he blinked his strained eyes, feeling his facial skin contract slightly from dried tear stains.

was he really going to spend the ungodly hours of his birthday being philosophical? placing reason behind everything that has led up to this?

stupid.

fucking stupid.

but he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help but wonder: first, it was suguru—his best friend, his one and only—who walked out of his life.

and then, a year and four months ago—and he’s still counting—someone just as significant left him.

was his heart one beat slower than yours?

was he one step behind you?

those times walking side by side, walking hand-in-hand, were you both out of step?

he sighed tiredly, pulling his blindfold down to cover his eye, his hand returning clasp the other. he levelled his neck and stared blankly at the floor, his mind racing with images of you—the you that left him, eyes filled with unshed tears, lips whispering cracked words of finality. despite the painful memory, he couldn't help but think of you.

where are you now?

who are you with?

did you still have those gifts or have they been thrown away?

did you even remember that today—

buzz!

buzz!

he jerked in his seat, turning his head to look down at the coffee table, his phone vibrating eagerly against the wooden surface. his eyes caught a glance of the caller id, and he did a double take, breath catching, in clasping a hand, he reached out for the device with speed, bringing it up to his face.

1:01 ・Saturday, 7 December

Incoming Call

[last name] [name] ・0xx-xxxx-xxx

decline ・ accept

“... uh, hello?”

your voice—familiar and soft, a tentative whisper.

it was sudden; he hadn't thought it through. his heart overtook his mind before he could second-guess himself, pressing the phone to his ear and clearing his throat.

“hey… [name],” he greeted, his voice steady and measured, trying not to sound too wistful. it was simple, but good enough, he hoped.

“hey! i, uh, i just called to say, happy birthday!”

his lips tugged into a lopsided smile. beneath the ache in his heart, warmth began to blossom from hearing your voice—and the fact that you remembered. the forced cheerfulness, despite the awkwardness, was appreciated.

“thank you, i appreciate it. truly,” he chuckled, his voice was a bit hoarse but he hoped you couldn't tell. “you’re the first person to wish me.”

“really?”

he could see your disbelief—furrowed eyebrows, eyes blinking twice, and lips slightly parted. he shook his head, never imagining you’d be surprised by that. you used to stay up until midnight just to wish him first.

“yeah…”

“i see…”

“uh huh...”

you cleared your throat, your brain was definitely scrambling to come up with something to fill in the silence—and he doesn’t blame you, his brain was working overtime right now, grasping at straws.

“so, gojō, how ha—”

“no.”

“... huh?”

he gripped the phone, knuckles turning white.

“don’t—don’t call me that, [name]. don’t talk to me like we’re… strangers.”

you let out a shaky sigh—a breath mixed with uncertainty and resignation.

“then what are we? if not that… satoru?”

“anything but. for now, please?”

he knew he was crossing a line, holding onto a heart that had perhaps already grown thin from letting go of the love it once held for him—god, he hoped not. he prayed.

“satoru,” you warned, trying to be firm but the crack in your voice gave you away. “don't make this harder than it already is.”

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault.”

it’s not your’s, either—he wanted to say.

he didn't want the first conversation with you in a year and four months to be this tense. granted, this was to be expected. no amount of preparation could have lessened the heaviness of this moment.

in fact, he didn’t want this phone call to be the last moment with him. another painful memory you both have to walk away from—move on from and act like it never happened in front of everyone—the second either of you hangs up.

no, not again.

not if he can help it—not if he can create one last happy memory for the both of you.

“hey, [name]? can you do something for me? consider it my birthday wish.”

“your birthday wish?” you scoffed, playful yet wary. “isn’t that supposed to happen later on today? with a cake and candles with shoko and the rest of ‘em?”

he grinned, leaning back in his chair. he took off his blindfold—a gesture you would’ve appreciated if you were here—and stared back at the ceiling. this time, there was a hopeful glint in his eye.

“nah, not this wish.”

“yeah? what is it, then?”

“come over.”

“...”

“come over and celebrate with me, as if we never broke up, for one last time… please?”

a/n: part two for @moonchhu + @trinniee !! - hope you like it :')

i hope itʼs enjoyable to anyone who stumbles upon it <3

much love, from me to you ♡

[tvgals]

p!links!

this is choso after you two have been sexting for the past couple days while he was out on a mission. he missed your tits so bad :(

this is what toji sends you after you refused to join him for a bath. it’s safe to say you and toji now love cold bath water.

this is what happens to nanami after you left him so needy this morning, he had to resort to sniffing your scent off of your pillows, poor baby.

this is how suguru punishes you. you’ve been mouthing off to him all day, you even pulled his hair a couple times to tease him, but now you’re bent over his lap in submission.

this is how sukuna fucks you after you voiced your jealousy to him. he’s so upset that after all this time, you could even THINK of him with another woman.

and this is you and satoru after a long day at work. you two have been leaving teasing messages around all day, and now that you two are together, you can’t stop.

[lilaccmilk]

ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

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Narrow the gap between you and me Our breath briefly touches, true up Faster in this sweet space- Taste // Lee Know, Felix, Hyunjin

Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!

also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended | pt 2

fratboy! gojo who's basically the typical fraternity student. passing all his classes yet still hosting a party any chance he gets.

fratboy! gojo who rejected the position of frat president, instead handing it off to his friend Nanami. claiming that if he were to lead something so big, he'd lose all the freedom he has.

fratboy! gojo who hooks up with some sororities every now and then, never taking their moments to heart. it gives him the reputation of a playboy but it didn't really matter to him.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't really remember the faces of every girl he spent the night with, often ignoring them in the halls whenever.

fratboy! gojo who hosts another part after finals to celebrate, inviting your friend over, who ends up bringing you as a plus one.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't notice you at first or bother to even look at you, a regular college student with no affiliations to any sorority/fraternity.

fratboy! gojo who runs into the sight of you leeching onto your (very drunk) friend, face buried onto your phone. but what really caught his attention was the sound coming from your device.

fratboy! gojo who sneakily tried peaking over your shoulder and gasped when his suspicions were confirmed: you were watching pokemon card unboxings. his favorite thing in the world, on top of partying.

fratboy! gojo who immediately struck up a conversation with you, not noticing how shocked you looked at the fact that someone this popular noticed you. not that you minded though.

fratboy! gojo who opened up his phone and started bombarding you with pictures of his own card collection. until you opened up about how you knew almost nothing about pokemon, and only watched out of boredom.

fratboy! gojo who takes this as an opportunity to start teaching you the basics of card trading, unconsciously inching closer to you everytime he hears your laughter.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't even realize that this is the first time he's gone without flirting with a girl- but instead bonding over shared interests.

fratboy! gojo who ends up asking for your number, only for the "sake of continuing your conversation". and he means it, he's actually excited about speaking to you more. not just to hook up.

fratboy! gojo who ends the night with a new friend, and blossoming love over pokemon cards. he might even start throwing less parties just to see you.

a/n: part two for this.... maybe?

update! im not adding anymore people into the tl

[2cupids]

warnings. cunnilingus, f.ingering, he slaps your puss. mdni (17+)

boyfriend!gojo always makes you cum at least three times before he fucks you.

he groans into your pussy every time he stuffs his handsome face between your legs, acting like it’s his first time ever tasting you each time.

a wad of saliva lands on your clit as he spits onto it and watches it slide down to your entrance. he gently sucks the sensitive set of nerves between his lips as he slips one, then two fingers inside to stretch you out.

every time you push at his head and whine about how sensitive you’re getting, gojo looks up at you with a lazy smile and smacks your pussy. “you don’t want it to hurt when i put it in. do you, pretty?” he says in his usual cocky tone of voice and resuming his actions, purposely going faster than he was before.

he never misses a chance to be a smartass. typical satoru.

once he’s made you cum enough times to his liking, he finally stands up and pulls your body to the edge of the bed. he takes his heavy dick in his hand, stroking it while eyeing your limp, worn out figure and paying special attention to your pretty pussy that’s finally all prepped and ready for him.

he drags the tip over your clit and down to the entrance of your vagina repeatedly, spreading your slick wetness all over your core.

he slips a finger inside you just to feel how wet you are one more time before he fucks you. “fuck..”, he mutters under his breath, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. he’s proud of his work.

he pushes the head of his dick inside and his hands come to rest on either side of your core. his thumbs spread your fat pussy lips as he watches you take every inch of his thick dick inside your less tight, sloppy pussy.

[chososcutie]

warnings: fem!reader, edging, overstim, handjob, lotsa cumming

needy!satoru who is a total sex addict. he's just so whipped for you and your pussy, he can't help the fact he has to fill you up with cum every chance he gets.

needy!satoru who will fuck you anytime, anywhere, from the bedroom, the kitchen counter, his workplace, the public restroom, anywhere.

needy!satoru who never gives your poor, overstimulated cunt a rest, either stuffing you full with his long, slender fingers, lapping furiously between your legs at his favorite meal, or his favorite, burying his heavy, swollen cock deep into your warm, gooey walls.

needy!satoru who you, as a result, put on a pussyban.

"babyy, c'mon.." needy!satoru whimpers, hands desperately clutching at your shirt as his pretty, snowy white lashes flutter at you, almost brimming with tears. he just doesn't know how he's gonna live without your pretty pussy!

you push him off, complaining about how sore you are, and that he's gonna be fine.

needy!satoru who after only a few hours, is already whining and pouting, trying his hardest to make you give in to him by constantly draping himself over you, or pressing against your body snugly.

needy!satoru who after a day and a half, is almost feral, his thick, curved shaft pulsing steadily against the confines of his sweatpants, the sight so lewd and obscene, you almost call off the ban.

almost.

needy!satoru who by day three, is practically humping the walls, rutting against your ass every time you turn around or bend over, and pouting when you push him away.

needy!satoru whose eyes roll back in his head, hips instinctively lifting for more when you reach across him for the tv remote, cock achingly hard and throbbing.

needy!satoru who thrusts himself into your hand desperately, pleading sweetly for you to stroke his cock just once, he needs it!

“fine, satoru.” you concede grudgingly, and more than a little wet at the sight of your pathetic boyfriend.

needy!satoru immediately sighs in relief, head lolling back as you finally take his neglected length into your hand, already oozing with glossy pre-cum.

"mmh jus' like that.." his hips rock against your hand steadily, as he quickly builds speed, so much pearly pre leaking out of the reddish divot on his head, it almost looks like he came already.

needy!satoru whose cock is already twitching and jerking in your grip, like it does when he's close, making you hum softly, "aww, is m'poor baby all worked up already? such a pathetic little thing you are.."

needy!satoru who loves it when you degrade him, and is only getting closer, his eyes screwing shut tight as he whimpers, girthy inches seeming to swell bigger, weeping tip gushing more dewy pre.

and when you lightly rub your thumb over needy!satoru's slit, hand tightening ever so slightly, he only lasts one more pump before he's spurting ribbon after ribbon of creamy white cum, splattering across his tummy as his hips stutter sloppily, a moaning, whimpering mess beneath you.

needy!satoru whose whines of pleasure only get higher as your hand never stops in its ministrations, continuing to stroke him off with renewed vigor, thumb sweeping the milky dredges of his seed across his sensitive tip back and forth, and back and forth.

needy!satoru whose hand weakly grabs your wrist, voice raspy as he groans, "b-baby, baby easy, i c-came already.."

needy!satoru whose embarrassed to say, is gonna cum again, and nearing the brink of overstimulation as big tears prick at his eyes.

"mmh.. m'gonna.. g-gonna..!" is all needy!satoru can say before he's making a mess of himself again, bucking wildly while his vision turns spotty.

your mouth curves into a cheeky grin, tittering as you take in the wrecked mess your needy!satoru made, hand still moving in slow, languid drags as you lean in closer, whispering in a sultry tone, "since y'er so eager, you're gonna let me milk you dry, until you can't even think about cumming without crying with overstimulation.."