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I dont know if u write dubcon but can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a reader who’s self esteem is so low that she decides to break up with gojo only for gojo to aggressively ruin her insides + body worship hehe

I'm not sure if I captured the vibe but i tried lol.

feel free to send asks as alw

❍ ࣪⁎⁺Insecurity⁎⁺˳ .

Gojo Satoru x Reader

You try to break up with Gojo Satoru due to your insecurity but he's having none of that.

(1.5k words, oneshot)

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what anymore, sweetheart?" Gojo cocked his head and grinned at you mischievously.

"Us, I don't...I just can't. I'm sorry," you stood up and began leaving much to Gojo's alarm.

"Woah woah, hold your horses, little missy," your wrist was tugged back by your boyfriend-turned-ex. Gojo was upon you in a flash.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

A pair of electric blue eyes burned into yourself as Gojo peered at you intensely. His gaze scanned over you as if trying to uncover a conceivable reason why you'd want to end the relationship. You felt your hairs prick up and shoved him away, mortified.

The silence that hung between the both of you stretched into forever, though in reality, it lasted for merely 3 seconds. Gojo looked astounded, all traces of playfulness now gone.

"What do you mean?" he asked concerned.

"Look, if this is about your leftovers that I-"

"Gojo, please just leave me alone," you begged earnestly, hoping your voice wouldn't break and lead to a meltdown.

You wanted to leave before it could happen, stumbling out the door, heading straight home.

The truth was you had always noticed the sheer gap between you and Gojo in all aspects possible, whether it be in terms of physical attractiveness or power. Everyone knew Gojo Satoru, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer in the world, the only one to have been born with the Six-Eyes and limitless technique in the last 400 years. He drew eyes whenever he walked into a room, that confident stride promising an easygoingness that came from knowing you would always be far above everyone else.

You knew what people must've thought when they saw you as his girlfriend. You were a mere wallflower, not even deserving of a second glance. You hated it whenever people stared at you for a second longer than you thought necessary, imagined their withering judgement as they took you in with disdain. You felt your clothes tighten, and every flaw on your body became more noticeable than ever.

You compared yourself with just about anyone. Gojo was surrounded by plenty of attractive people such as Shoko Ieiri, and you felt like an ugly duckling amongst them. But you had to hide it. After all, you were Gojo Satoru's girlfriend.

Thus, you began trying to change yourself in a desperate hope that you'd be happier with yourself, going on diets, and working out rigorously.

Nothing ever lasted. You would always go back to your normal self. Disgusting self, was what you thought. The mirror was a dreadful reminder of what you were when you glanced into it every day, and soon that got covered up, too, like your body. All the while, you acted your usual on the outside, keeping up the mask that served to hide your self-loathing.

Things escalated when you feared physical contact with Gojo, thinking that whenever he hugged you from behind, all your rolls of fat could be felt. The insecurity became so crippling that you were utterly miserable until you finally decided to end your relationship with him.

For the next 2 days, you kept to yourself at home, ignoring the incessant texts from Gojo before you blocked him. You thought things were finally over until your door got broken down, blasted open on its hinges by Gojo.

"Oops, didn't mean to be so rough," he shrugged as he strode in.

"Now then. Enough is enough."

The next second, you were lifted up and set in front of Gojo.

"What's your problem, lady? You thought you could just break up with me without a reasonable explanation?" he scoffed.

"Tell me why or I'm not leaving," he demanded.

You tried to speak, but a lump in your throat left you mute. How would you begin to explain the inferiority you felt compared to him? Gojo waited for you patiently, but your voice had vanished.

"If this is about thinking you're not good enough, you'd better stop now," Gojo warned.

He snickered at your questioning look.

"I'm more observant than people give me credit for. Did you think I wouldn't see the way you shy away from my hugs?" he pouted before sighing dramatically.

"This is an emergency, I can't have my sweetheart hating herself, now can I?" he mumbled, hand holding his chin in thought.

"Got it! I guess I'll just have to drill it into you then," he smirked, eyes darkening as he pressed feather kisses from your forehead to your eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, making his way down slowly. Compared to his kisses, his rough hands caressed your body urgently, kneading and stroking all the places where you used to allow him to do so before growing insecure.

"I love you here, here, here..." he whispered sensually, starting to life your shirt over your head but you stopped him, afraid of being bared.

"Don't-"

Gojo silenced you with a kiss, biting harshly on your lips.

"Uh-uh, let me work my magic and make you feel real good, kay?" Gojo grinned maniacally.

You didn't dare to speak under his feral gaze and he took it as a sign to continue.

The air hummed with electricity. You felt your body flush as the room turned stuffy, becoming indescribably hot. Gojo's touches burned your skin and you could feel a raw desire pooling in your stomach as his fingers danced all over the curves and dips of your body.

You were helpless under Gojo's ministrations and soon laid under him in all your glory.

It had been too long for Gojo since he was allowed to admire you. After all, you had distanced yourself from him and it was now time to make up for what he missed out on. Gojo paused his teasing and looked down at you before opening his mouth.

"Buckle up, sweetheart."

All you remembered of the next few hours was pure bliss as well as you and Gojo chanting each other's names like a mantra. He slammed into you over and over again, never faltering, all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair. Your body was stretched to its limits and the sensations made you see stars in your vision. It was too much yet never enough at the same time.

His long and slender fingers constantly prodded in and out of you, swiping and circling where he knew it felt irresistible. Impossibly quick, tantalizingly slow; over and over again in a vicious cycle, to the point where it had you begging for his sadistic torture to end, granting you release. Gojo knew your body better than yourself, and could rely on his deft fingers alone to strip you of your defenses.

Gojo worked himself to the bone, playing you like an instrument expertly as you tried but failed to stifle noises that would make a sailor blush.

You almost came multiple times, just for Gojo to stop after driving you to the edge and pulling you back again. He frowned at you in mock disappointment.

"I don't like it when you cover yourself," he taunted derisively. From then on, Gojo made sure your mouth was free to make any noise he wanted you to, unless of course he chose to fill it up himself personally.

The taste of salt and passion permeated your senses, prompting you to understand exactly what it meant to be claimed by Gojo.

Ruffling your hair, Gojo kept praising you, coaxing climaxes out from your body time after time. It was almost too much and you trembled from the insistent stimulation.

"Just like that, one more time? You're doing so well," he cooed. Even if you couldn't, you had to. Gojo never halted his actions to let you catch your breath. In and out, in and out, Gojo moved at a speed that was more beast than man. You howled his name, unsure if you were pleading for him to cease and desist or continue.

As the moon shone and sparkled in its obsidian tapestry that was the peaceful night, you and Gojo danced the devil's tango, with Gojo leading. Bodies colliding, breaths mixing, hands entangling, your eyes never dared to leave Gojo's as he demonstrated personally his affections towards you.

He had you enchanted with the way he looked, groaning at the sight of you and kissing anywhere he could on your body. Saliva and sweat pooled together, glimmering on your skins.

Gojo's eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as he stared down at your body ardently, raking over everything. Bodies still connected, he clasped your hand and linked your fingers together, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours, Gojo kissed every single one of your knuckles.

"You're so pretty, y'know that?" he sighed.

"I never want to stop loving your body."

The next morning, your body was littered with black and purple marks, a reminder of what went down the night before. You stumbled getting out from bed and was caught in Gojo's embrace. He chuckled amusedly, hair tousled from slumber.

"Woah there, looks like someone had too much fun last night. Your legs still working or nah?" he teased.

You shrieked and whacked him in response.

"Seriously, I love you just the way you are. You're gorgeous in my eyes and that's all that matters," Gojo mumbled, head lying above yours.

Gojo's voice then took on a more lethal edge.

"Or do we have to start this ritual of worshipping you every night?"

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୭ .⋆｡⋆ Acceptance ༶⋆˙⤹⋆⸙͎

Kento Nanami x Reader

You reminisce about Kento Nanami on a beach.

warnings: very slight angst, coming to terms with death

(842 words, angst/fluff)

You lifted your sunglasses to your face, shielding your face from the blazing sun on the beach.

Kento Nanami was a solemn man.

You'd watched as he bade farewell to the sorcerer life in favour of an average businessman's, just to come back in a half-hearted attempt to find some meaning in life.

After all, as aloof as he seemed, you knew that he merely set boundaries between sentimentalism and his dangerous job as a Jujutsu sorcerer. Despite knowing death would always be ready to flirt with him, the inklings of appreciation that Nanami got from saving people's lives propelled him forward, and made him choose to continue risking his life. All because Nanami desired to leave a significant impact behind.

Sinking your feet deep into the grainy sand, you stood up to take a stroll.

Kento Nanami was your colleague, though the way he treated you and Gojo Satoru was as similar as day and night. Nanami reserved a sharp tongue especially for the latter, but with you he acted more gentle.

It was subtle, the way he would check in on you without fail after missions, eyebrows furrowing if you were injured. Nanami would try to steer you away from Gojo's antics and sighed in irritation whenever he failed, which was often. If you conversed with him and laughed, he'd turn to you with the corners of his mouth ever so slightly upturned.

At times, he'd even remove his glasses and you would witness the way his eyes stared at you. There was no irritation, only something akin to fondness. Nanami's face was sculpted by sharp lines and angles, yet you marveled at how soft his expressions could be for you.

You'd looked up to Nanami and respected him for his beliefs. During the four years when he worked as a salaryman, you kept in contact with each other. Before his first day at work, you met Nanami in a café and gave him his signature leopard print tie. Once after a particularly grueling mission, you'd called to confide in him. Nanami showed up at your door 30 minutes later with your favourite cake in hand. It was moments like this that warmed your heart whenever you thought of him.

Your toes dipped into the crystal-clear seawater, the iciness of it stinging you.

"Nanami-san, if you could do anything you wanted in the world, what would it be?" you once questioned him.

"I'd like to take some time off and visit a nice beach overseas just to relax, perhaps Kuantan in Malaysia?" Nanami smiled at you.

You remember laughing at his simple wish and ruffled his blonde locks, messing up his neatly parted style. To your surprise, he didn't lecture you sternly for it.

In a sense, Nanami had never expressed his feelings for you verbally, but his fondness more than shone through his actions. The two of you kept a mutually respectful relationship that was more than colleagues, but it never blossomed into something more, perhaps out of fear of what the future would hold.

The things we hold dear to us are only precious because of the dread that they will one devastating day be snatched away from us, ensnared in fate's cruel hands.

Reality always caught up to you.

Itadori Yuji had told you about the events leading up to his death. Even after half of his body was burnt alive, he still went to rescue Itadori and faced off against too many curses. You had despaired at the thought of Mahito blasting him into pieces.

You couldn't bear to accept a reality without him.

In the midst of a November night, there was naught of the warmth where Nanami's hand once was. There was tempestuous wind where grass stood, and cold rain that battered upon the sweet roses. In the absence of hope, your silence rang out loud.

The forlorn nights tossing and turning in your bed had you wishing for nothing more than to hear Nanami's deep voice again.

There is no balm for a broken heart.

After Nanami's death, everything felt like a fever dream. You only hoped for peace as time licked pathetically at your wounds. It would always sting, but you chose to let it remind you of the man who meant so much to you and experience life in his stead. You would suffer hardships for Nanami, who was no longer here to do so. Perhaps the ghost of his embrace would comfort you in delirious slumbers.

Even now as you sipped on coconut water on the beach, you could hear his calm voice as he stretched by the waves. Picture it. That indifferent tone would hide a serene contentment. Nanami would relish the salty sea breeze as he read a book from his ever-growing pile, snapping it shut every once in a while only to frown and remind you to reapply sunscreen before swimming.

Kuantan, Malaysia was it?

It was rather nice. You suppose you had to enjoy it for Kento Nanami's sake, even if he had left your side.

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Craving some ideas for JJK ffs (oneshots etc), what would people like to read? Run wild in my asks box if you wanna.

DON'T BE SHY

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Why You Don't Mess With a Genius

James Lee x Reader

(High school! James Lee)

"In 8th place, we have Eli with 84 marks."

Good grief.

Your face contorted and you felt hopeless. At this rate you'd be at the bottom half of the class, and to think you had hopes of being in the top 15 in the year.

"Eugene comes in 2nd place with 98 marks."

"And the highest marks for the end-of-year examination is...James Lee with a perfect score," said the teacher.

Cue all the unsurprised expressions of everyone including you. You had expected nothing less.

It left a twinge in your heart, the bitter feeling of guilt and self-loathing rearing its ugly head. Once again, you'd left studying to the last minute.

You were a sore loser. If that wasn't bad enough, you were competitive yet lacked the steely determination needed. You studied, sure but not enough.

You thought your above average intelligence would be enough. But you weren't a genius who could afford to be self confident.

You were...just another nobody thinking they had the potential to be somebody.

"How depressing, a sore loser feeling sorry for herself," you thought ironically.

You gazed at the redhead in front of you. James Lee looked as unperturbed as ever. His nonchalant demeanor never broke as the teacher handed him his paper and he walked back towards his seat, your eyes meeting for a brief moment.

James Lee was an enigma. Certainly, anyone could tell he was a genius. It was infuriating how perfect he was. But barely a handful of people knew how he actually was like. James came and went, half the time he wasn't even in the classroom.

Maybe you should follow him sometime to wherever it was that he went.

Even if he was in class, he would be silently doing whatever he fancied, never interested in participating. The teachers let it slide as those medals and prizes that he won could choke an Arabian prince.

Personally, you found him interesting. Someone so mysterious usually had secrets of their own. People joked that he was involved in street fighting but you doubted that. However, you had to admit that he was definitely experienced in self defence. Those muscles and the way he carried himself screamed the vibes of a martial artist. A gangster though? At 17?

Doubtful for a top scholar like him. He probably just found lessons too boring and went off to interent cafes or something.

But today you felt miserable, and a considerable portion of the irritation was directed towards him.

It was funny how unfair it was that a genius like him didn't have to lift a finger and still be leagues ahead of everyone.

Right at that moment, James stood up and strolled out of the classrooms back door.

"Is this bastard skipping class now after coming to hear that he was top 1 again?" your eye twitched in anger.

Screw this. There was no point in staying here to listen to the teacher ramble on. You were going to follow James Lee to see where it was exactly that he disappeared to.

You whispered to Zoe Park to help collect your bag after class. Holding your stomach, you walked up to the teacher.

"Miss, my stomach hurts too much I need to go rest for abit and maybe go home.

The moment the classroom's door shut you took off. You could vaguely see red hair near the schools gates and ran there. Always keeping a distance of 30m, you followed James.

The two of you walked for a while, making turns here and there. He stopped right in front of a narrow alley and vanished.

"Where'd he go?" you were puzzled until you saw the lit entrance of an Internet cafe. You sneaked up to the door and pushed it.

It was locked. You saw a shadow creep behind you.

"Oops. Alertalertalert." was all you thought as you turned around. Something was pointed at you.

"A...lollipop?" your eyes met James' raised ones.

"Following me? Didn't know you were an admirer," he sneered, putting the lollipop back in his mouth. His cheek bulged.

You spluttered in embarrassment and laughed mockingly.

"I don't like cocky buggers who think that theyre all the shit with their dyed hair."

"Then why'd you follow me?" James deadpanned.

"I wanted to know how the famous genius spent his precious time."

"Whatever it is, don't go poking your nose into my business," he scoffed.

"Or you might regret it." His tone visibly darkened.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps. A group of thugs appeared and interrupted your delightful conversation with James.

"You were the one who made a fool out of our gang. We have a score to settle kid," the leader stepped closer menacingly.

A glance revealed lots of weapons and tattoos on those thugs. So the rumours were true. It would be ideal if you didn't stay for amicable chitchat. You could see an opening on the other side. You'd make a break for it while the thugs were preoccupied with James and get help.

While you were planning an escape, James walked towards the gangsters with his hand in his pocket. Lollipop still in his mouth, he looked at the thugs expressionlessly.

"Who was your boss again?"

That set the thugs off. The leader pulled out a knife and rushed towards James, the others following suit.

"TIME TO GO!" you thought as you lunged towards the alley's opposite exit. You ran so fast that you pulled a muscle but god knew that if you were caught trouble would only befall upon you. So you ran and didn't look back.

You reached the opening and glanced to see if any of the thugs were after you. To your shock, you saw bloodied bodies on the ground. The thugs got beaten up by only one person. James.

Speaking of the devil, you caught sight of red hair charging towards you. His speed was almost too fast to even comprehend. Cursing, you knew you wouldnt be able to get to the shops far away in time and there were no strangers around to help.

Stumbling out into the road, you whipped out your phone and brandished it.

"I'm livestreaming right now. If you dare touch me there will be evidence online," you threatened. It was a lie but he didn't have to know that.

James just plucked your phone, proceeding to it beneath his foot.

You had worked for 6 months to afford that latest model. Enraged, you yanked on his hair and screamed.

Sighing in annoyance, he slapped his hand over your mouth and peered down at you.

"I'll be the one doing the threatening here. If you ever tell a living soul about what you saw, well," he smiled, those fangs of his flashing.

"What happened to those disappointments back there will only be a demonstration of what will happen to you."

You had to reassure him right this second.

"Why would I? I've no proof, nobody would believe me," you scoffed and gave him a thumbs up.

James stared at you piercingly for a few seconds. Determined to prove your trustworthiness, you stared right back.

It seemed to work. James turned around and walked off. You breathed a sigh in relief until you heard what he said.

"Keep your promise, janitor."

You shrieked in anger.

"I've been sitting behind you for 3 years!"