#satoru gojo fan fiction

[mmrsgojo]

close your eyes. pt1.

Pairing: gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: explicit, unprotected sex, satoru being a little dick sometimes.

As you did, you began to understand what he meant. Kissing wasn’t just about technique; it was about surrendering, about letting go of your inhibitions and connecting on a deeper level.

Satoru, his eyes glittering with laughter, retreated into his seat. “You’re practically wriggling in anticipation, it's kind of adorable," he teased as he smiled innocently. Shifting on your bed, he ran the tips of his fingers along your neck.

“Come on, toru. I need to impress this guy,” you pleaded, blushing a mix of excitement and shame, “I have to get this boy to like me...” but how? You've never even been kissed before. So that's why you are here with your best friend, because good lord we all know girls loved and wanted to fuck Gojo Satoru, so he has quite the experience, of course... this wouldn’t mean anything to him or to you.

Satoru chuckled, his voice lightening with humor, “Alright, alright. But remember kissing is more than just physical contact, its about connection, emotion, and understanding.” He leaned in closer to you, his breath fanning across on your face. You just rolled your eyes. “Cut the crap, satoru, i just need to learn how to kiss, thats all.”

“Alright, you cranky shit,” Satoru chuckles, “close your eyes”

As you complied, you felt his warm lips brush against yours, a gentle, exploratory touch. His lips moved slowly, teasing, inviting. You could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath.

“Relax,” satoru whispered, his voice a soft caress. “Let yourself go, now tilt your head slightly...towards the side, just a bit.” He used a gentle but firm hand to adjust your head angle, positioning it to his liking.

“Alright, good...keep your eyes closed...” he murmured, his palm resting on your cheek.

“Thats it,” satoru hummed. He shifted, moving his other hand to your waist and pulling you closer.

“Now, relax your lips. Trust me, you’ll naturally get the feel of it.” He whispered, his breath against your parted lips.

Your heart raced as you tried to follow his instructions. Satoru’s words seemed to echo in your ear, his voice smooth yet commanding.

“Youre doing well...” he murmured, his lips practically touching yours.

Then without warning, he closed the distance. His lips gently pressed against yours, their softness molding against each other. The kiss was soft and slow, Satoru guiding the pace. Your mind went black as you surrendered to the sensation. His hand on your waist pulled you even closer, the heat between your bodies growing. His thumb began tracing small circles on your cheek.

You finally pulled away, Satoru’s lips lingered for a moment longer against yours, refusing to break the contact inmediately. When he finally pulled away, he chuckled softly, his hand still on your waist, keeping you close. “Not bad...for a beginner,” he murmured, a cheeky smile on his lips. “Though, it seemed like you were in a rush to stop...”

“Did i do it good?” You asked, you needed to know.

Satoru’s smile grew wider, his eyes taking in your curious expression. “You did alright...for a first timer,” he replied, his fingers still idly tracing patterns across your skin. “But, there’s always room for improvement, yeah?”

You sighed, your hopes deflated. “I really want to impress this guy,” you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of determination and anxiety.

“This ‘guy’, huh?” He inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and a hint of playful teasing. “He must be something special if youre this desperate to impress him.”

You blushed, your eyes darting away from his, why this was so embarrassing? This should be easy, Satoru is your best friend with Suguru from the longest time, well yes, this is the first time you are talking about a guy you like with them, but why is it so different than when he talks about the girls he's dated? “Well, yes, i do like him a lot, Toru...also, that was a tongue kiss, right?”

Satoru chuckles softly, the sound bordering on a gentle laugh. “Yes, that was a tongue kiss,” he confirmed, the smirk still on his lips. “A very basic technique, but very effective...especially when your partner cooperates.” He paused, his gaze falling to your lips once more. “And...this guy, you really like him, eh?”

“Yeah...he’s special,” you admitted, you shifted, laying on your bed, your eyes closed. Satoru shifted his position too, propping himself up on an elbow as he looked down at you. “Is my dear y/n embarrassed?” He asked, his lips curving into a slight smile. Then, he reached out, his fingertips gently tracing along your jawline.

“And...i said you did alright, not that you were a good kisser,” he teased, his smirk growing wider.

“So I’m no good?” You gasped, your eyes wide with mock offense. You know he was just a teaser all the time, but God, this was serious, i should’ve asked suguru for this.

“I didn’t say you were bad,” he clarified, “you did alright for your first time. But...I wouldn’t call it good” he paused, his fingers now gently playing with the strands of your hair. “There’s room for improvement, if you're really aiming to impress this guy of yours”

Your hands flew to your face as you imagined the horror of your crush rejecting you for being a bad kisser. “Oh my god, Toru! What if-what if he thinks I’m a bad kisser and he doesn’t want to kiss me again?” Your voice a panicked whisper, your eyes wide with fear.

Satoru’s smirk grew into a full-on smile at your panic. He gently pulled your hand away from your face. “Calm down,” he reassured, his tone soft yet firm. “First, don’t worry so much. It’s likely he would find it endearing that youre inexperienced. Second, there are ways to improve.” He ran his knuckles along her cheek, his blue eyes filled with...mischief. “Want me to help you practice?”

“Do you think i need to improve? Maybe i should ask Geto-“

Satoru’s smirk instantly dropped, replaced by a look of almost feigned disbelief. “Geto? You’d rather ask geto for advice on kissing...than me? And here i though you were a smart girl...”

You rolled your eyes, your initial embarrassment fading into a mix of amusement and frustration, he really is egocentric in absolutely everything he does, he has to be the best, the strongest... “What I’m saying is that i think you’ve already helped me enough-“

Satoru’s smirk returned with vengeance. “Oh, no, no, no...” he scolded, his tone playful and mocking. “We’re nowhere close to ‘enough’. You said you want to impress this guy, right?” He shifted in your bed again, his other hand resting all the time on your hip, his thumb slowly rubbing circled into your skin, something he has done a million times in your hand too for your anxiety. “I have plenty more to teach you, my dear...”

“You should be a teacher some day” you said mocking him with the same attitude, two could play this game. “So what’s next? Should i learn something more? I really want to impress him, Satoru, god we have our first date in a couple of hours..” you pleaded.

“Well, if you’re really determined to impress this guy...” he mused, his voice dropping an octave lower. “Then, there are a few more things you should know...” he leaned closer, his breath got against your lips “do you trust me completely?”

“O-of course, youre my best friend...satoru”

A soft, almost wicked smile curled at the corned of his mouth. “Good..” he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face, “because this next lesson... will require your full trust in me” his lips hovering just centimetres away from yours, “close your eyes”

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Author’s note: HELLO EVERYONE. so i finally decided to write this story, don't know if its going to be very long, but i have high hopes for this series, its gonna be half fluff half smut ngl. but well tell me if you guys are enjoying it, it would mean the world to me. TYSM GUYS FOR READING. LOVE U ALL.

[peachsayshi]

UPDATE: THE WAY YOU LOVE ME - CHAPTER 27 "EXPANSION"

summary: Satoru Gojo arrives at the scene, but saving you comes with a price.

notes: new year, new update! here is a long awaited chapter for the next part of the way you love me. this chapter is actually quite long, and there's a lot that is happening. I hope it isn't too confusing, but this definitely calls back to some previous details from prior chapters. you can find some more notes on the end and as always, feedback and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

taglist: @moonmalice @bibemiiu @satoruhour @i-be-teff

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[makuzume]

hey can i req angst?

like you two are on a long-distance relationship and jjk men are kinda ghosting us, whenever we ask they go like we're busy, are u dumb to understand that?

so we decide to give them space or something like that.

angsty please <3

JJK Men Ghosting You (Part 1)

🔅Characters: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Ino, Sukuna

🔅Content: gn!reader; LDR Relationship; Angst and only angst, no comfort, yes only pain :))

🔅a/n: Hey babes, another angsty post is here👋 I made everything til part 3 so that the 'revenge 2.2 smau' incident won't happen again✋🙂🤚 Won't upload the next day, tho expect an update within the week. Likes, rbs, comments are much appreciated <3 Let me know if u want to be tagged !

[JJK Masterlist] [Part 2] [Part 3]

🔅Satoru Gojo🔅

🔅Toji Fushiguro🔅

🔅Kento Nanami🔅

🔅Suguru Geto🔅

🔅Takuma Ino🔅

🔅Sukuna Ryomen🔅

[heldbykento]

thinking about leaving the satoru gojo absolutely crushing after only spending one night together.

he’d text you, trying to sound like he was nonchalant and just didn’t care… but it was embarrassingly obvious how much he enjoyed your time together.

📲 y/n: thx for the ride home.

📲 s. gojo: u know it’s no problem

📲 s. gojo: when can i see u again?

it made you feel a type of way. having such a cocky and arrogant man thirst over you. like a little school boy with a magnetic crush.

but, it’d be a blatant lie to say you weren’t craving it too.

the way he cooed at you, touched and praised all of you; like you two’d been together multiple times before.

it was so desperately hot it made you, so needy. too needy. to the point where you couldn’t stop your thumbs from dialing him up.

“what’s this? couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” the blue-eyed man's voice was slick with vanity. the sex made you forget what a prick he could be.

but you sucked away the overwhelming irritation and got straight to the point. “i want— i want to see you again.”

you hesitated. only because you didn’t want to sound too desperate. his head was already huge. no need to blow more helium into it.

there was a cocky snicker through the line, you could imagine the look on his face. “yeah? is that what you want, pretty? i’ll be on my way then.”

with that, the call disconnected and you were left with a pooling mess between your thighs and a dumb-founded look on your face.

was satoru gojo always this easy? the obvious answer was no. but your pussy was just too good.

far too good that before you called, he was tugging one out to a bikini picture that was on your instagram feed.

reminiscing on the way he had you bent over his confusingly huge bed, how you stretched out his expensive sheets by the way you were tugging at them.

satoru was desperate, needing to be inside those walls again. craving to feel the way he stretched you out and how you took him so nice.

and that’s exactly what he got. because if there’s one thing about satoru gojo.

he always gets what he wants.

[skeletonea]

Me on my way to reading all the fics with the hashtag "kinktober" in it.

[catladyoftheyr]

★彡[ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʀ. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ!]彡★

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵!

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ only, SMUT)

Note: idk this is set on Halloween and i wanted to put it out then but shit happens lol. 2 am Nov 2 is better than never sooooo

Summary: You arrange a spooky threesome with Satoru and Suguru 👹 (the focus is them railing you but there is bits of m/m action)

Warnings/kink highlights: mentions of stalking (no actual stalking occurs), scary phone calls, mask kink, rough sex, threesome, they get a little fruity with it, mmf threesome, Eiffel Tower/spit roast??, cream pie, unprotected p in v, cum eating, face sitting, blowjobs/face fucking, light exhibitionism, moments of sex acts on camera, degrading language.

Word count: 1.9k

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You and Gojo had been toying with the idea of a threesome for a while. Satoru was normally the jealous type, but when you’d brought up the idea of your 3rd being his best friend, Suguru Geto he’d responded with surprising enthusiasm. You’d teased him about his man crush before but hadn’t realized he’d be willing to take it this far. You weren’t going to complain though; Suguru was incredibly handsome, with long dark hair and a muscular physique. Gojo had reassured you that he’d plan the whole thing, allowing it to be a surprise. You gave him a few fantasies to run by Suguru and decided on Halloween for the date.

Flash forward to October 31st and you were starting to think that Gojo had forgotten or found himself wrapped up in work. You sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and flipped through the channels aimlessly. You paid for cable and there still was never anything to watch. You saw your phone screen light up with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?”

“Are you home alone?” A low voice responded on the other end. It sounded suspiciously familiar.

“Satoru? Is that you?”

“Answer the question. Are you home alone?” The voice was gruff and impatient.

“Alright alright. Yes. I’m home alone.” You hoped this really was Satoru and you weren’t playing along with an actual psycho killer on the line.

“Good. Truth is, I already knew that. I’ve been watching you tonight. And so has my friend. We know you’re sitting on the couch and watching a shitty slasher film. And that you’re wearing a tiny white t-shirt and little black shorts.”

“Satoru, you're scaring me. Knock it off!” You had goosebumps on your arms and the voice in the back of your mind was wondering if the stranger on the phone really was Gojo or Geto, or if you were in real danger. The line went down and a cold chill went down your spine. You looked over to the glass door and saw two figures wearing Halloween masks dressed in all black. You let out a startled scream, knocking over the bowl of popcorn and dropping your phone as well.

The men in the doorway knocked on the glass and you saw them remove their masks, revealing their identities. Satoru and Suguru were bent over laughing hysterically at their prank. You opened the door and allowed them to enter.

“You guys aren’t as funny as you think you are!” You scolded them, fighting back your own grin.

Satoru flashed a cheesy smile and pecked your cheek. “I dunno, babe I think it was pretty funny.” He elbowed Suguru who was still laughing.

“You really should have seen the look on your face” Geto piped in. Their laughter was infectious and you couldn’t hold in your giggles any longer. You playfully swatted at them for the mean joke and wrapped yourself around Satoru.

“Can we take this to the bedroom, Mr. Ghostface?” You whispered in his ear.

“Lead the way and we’ll follow” he murmured back. You grabbed each of them by the hand and led them up the stairs to your bedroom. Once the door was shut firmly behind you, you began to eye the pair up and down. Sugurus' long hair was undone, falling down his back and shoulders. His muscles were prominent through his t-shirt and you could tell his cock was stirring in his pants. You bit your lip and ran a hand down Geto’s stomach, feeling every one of his abs.

Gojo was impatient to taste you and pulled you over to him for a kiss. He gripped your ass and let his tongue enter your mouth. As you kissed you felt Geto press into you from behind, sliding your boyfriend's hands onto his own ass. Geto kissed the top of your head as he ground into you. You were sandwiched between the two men and felt their cocks firming up on either side of you. Satoru was grinding into your sex from the front, and pulling Suguru closer to you as well. You could feel the other cock pressing against your ass.

You weren’t short by most standards, but the two men still stood at least a head or more taller than you. Satoru broke your kiss, pulling Suguru’s lips to meet him. They kissed above your head, still pressing against you like bookends. Geto’s hands trailed up your body, finding your breasts and groping at them. You moaned into Gojo’s chest and hugged him close.

Soon you found yourself on your knees, having been undressed to just your bra and panties. The two men stood nude in front of you, each stroking their cocks while they stared down at you. You caught the discarded masks laying on a side table out of the corner of your eye and grinned mischievously. “Wait. Put the masks back on. Please?” You looked up, blinking big doe eyes with your request. They soon obliged, and you felt yourself grow hot between your legs.

You took Geto’s cock into your hand, barely able to wrap around its girth, and began to stroke while you bobbed your head on Gojo’s tip. You alternated sucking and stroking each of them for a while, until Satoru grew impatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pumped you up and down on his cock, bottoming out in your throat with each thrust. You were caught off guard, gagging on his length. You looked up and swore you made eye contact through the mask, feeling his blue eyes boring into yours as he fucked your throat.

“Don’t be a hog, Satoru. It’s my turn” Suguru interjected. Geto replaced Gojo’s hand with his own, thrusting your mouth onto his cock with no warning. His was girthier than you were used to and you felt your jaw might unhinge as you took all of him. He moaned lewdly as you struggled to take him, clearly enjoying the sight of your eyes beginning to water. He held you down on the base of his cock for several moments, leaving you gasping when you came back up. “Such a pretty girl. I love hearing you choke on these cocks. Such pretty sounds.”

“Stick your tongue out, slut” Gojo suddenly commanded. You did as he asked and he slapped his cock on your tongue and cheeks. You realized he’d pulled out a camcorder from a drawer somewhere and the blinking red light indicated he was filming. “The camera loves pretty sluts like you, baby”

“Show us your tits,” Suguru interrupted, tugging at one of your bra straps. You reached behind you and unclasped it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Your nipples grew hard in the cool air of the room, and Geto pinched one of them lightly between his fingers. You didn’t have time to react before Satoru was shoving his cock down your throat again. The two men played tug of war with your throat, constantly pulling you toward themselves and away from the other.

Suguru lay on his back as you lowered yourself onto his face, mask discarded to allow his mouth access to your cunt. His tongue searched for your clit, sucking and licking the small nub voraciously. You gripped the headboard as you rode his face. You slid as you ground down, completely coating his mouth in your slick. Suguru gasped and moaned against your pussy and you turned to see that Satoru had taken the other man’s cock into his mouth. Suguru’s hips bucked up and the vibrations from his moans sent waves of pleasure against your clit. You were close to orgasm and began to ride Suguru’s face in earnest, grinding down against his mouth focused only on bringing yourself over the edge. “Fuck! I’m cumming-“ you cried out as your orgasm burst through your body.

You lifted yourself off of Suguru’s face and lay beside him on the bed. Satoru took notice and pulled you onto his cock, sliding into you from behind as you rose to your hands and knees. “Fuck, Go. Feels s-good” you slurred; still coming down from the bliss and sensitivity of your orgasm. Suguru’s cock was leaking precum and still standing firmly at attention. The dark haired man seized the opportunity to slide his cock into your mouth again. You could barely form a coherent thought as you were being stuffed with cock from both ends. The two men found a rhythm, with one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The steady seesaw motion was building up a second orgasm deep in your core. You could tell that both men were close to their own first release as their thrusting became faster and more erratic. Satoru dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, pounding into you fast and hard.

“Fuck, baby. You take this cock so well. You’re such a little slut, taking two cocks at once.” Gojo’s banter continued, the words enhancing the sensation of him pounding against your g spot. Geto was silent except for lewd moans and the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Soon he gripped your hair with both hands, holding you down against his crotch as he flooded your throat with salt. You swallowed diligently, feeling Gojo’s cock twitch before he too filled your cunt with his own cum.

Despite having just orgasmed, both cocks were still rock hard and you too were eager to allow them to switch places. “You already lubed her up for me” Geto remarked as he slid his tip against your slit.

“Hope you enjoy second place, I’m already the best cock she’s ever had” Gojo teased back, slapping his cock against the tip of your outstretched tongue. You couldn’t have anticipated Suguru’s next move as he dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering Satoru’s seed on his fingers. Suguru popped the fingers in his mouth and made a show out of sucking them clean, complete with lewd mouth sounds and a clear pop! As he pulled them out of his mouth.

Gojo’s eyes glazed over with lust and he mumbled obscenities under his breath as he pumped his cock into your mouth. You gasped as you felt Suguru’s cock breach your entrance. His considerable girth took more than a moment to adjust to, every inch leading to a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You moaned against Satoru’s cock in your mouth as Geto finally bottomed out inside of you. You’d never felt so full in your entire life. He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in. Once you grew accustomed to his fit his pace quickened and he was slamming his hips against your own.

“So tight, darling. I bet it feels so good to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” Suguru smiled as he talked dirty to you. His words were calculated to get a rise out of Gojo, who’s response was to thrust into your mouth even faster, tightening his grip on your hair. The mix of different sensations was overwhelming as your second orgasm broke through. The only thing keeping you upright was being stuffed with cock from the front and back. The muscle clenching down on Suguru’s cock elicited a loud groan from him as he approached his peak. He thrusted faster as he slammed against your g spot, eventually gushing cum into your cunt. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and immediately thrusted inside of overflowing pussy.

“Fuck baby j can’t help myself: it’s so hot when you’re overflowing with cum. A good girl like you can surely take one more load, can’t she? You’d been flipped onto your back and were laying between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his chest. He kissed you deeply as Satoru groaned, pumping one last load into you. He pulled out and sighed; the three of you collapsed into a pile of post orgasmic bliss in each others arms.

[ladyrowrites]

“EX-BOYFRIEND GOJO”

A/N: Just had a thought about this lol! Might have more ex-boyfriend series :)

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Angst, Gaslighting, mentions of stalking and bribing, swearing, death threats, smoking, MDNI!!!!

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who gives you the annoyed look everytime you ask him to talk and fix your relationship. He’d sigh and say, “What now, y/n? Am I not enough for you?” 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who broke up with you because he accused you of being too controlling even though you only asked him to tell you where he was and who he was with every time he said he was going somewhere. When you said that you only wanted to know so you’d stop worrying, he also accused you of being jealous. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who hated seeing you move on to someone else so he bribes or threatens all your prospects. Your dates will neither show up or just ghost you. When you learned this from Shoko, you immediately deleted all your social media, changed your phone number, and even changed your home address to escape from his toxicity. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who panicked when he went to your house to confront you why you deleted all your social media accounts but it was a stranger who answered your ‘supposed’ to be home and basically harassed Shoko for your new info. Shoko gave Gojo the finger and said, “Leave her alone.”

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who saw you outside your workplace with a blonde guy who was wearing a blue button up shirt under a tan blazer with matching slacks and light shoes and thought why were you two laughing so much and why were you two so close? He was about to approach you but you saw him in your peripheral vision and took your co-worker’s wrist and ran inside your work building. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who was furious when he saw you ran away with a nobody compared to him. Really that guy? He bribed and threatened your boss to give him your new address and phone number. There was the biggest smirk on his face because he thought he won.

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who was now fuming because it was the guy he saw you with answered your door and looked so nonchalant at him with a cig in his hand. “Who the fuck are you?” was what he said, the blonde hair guy replied, “If you don’t leave her alone, I will personally help her file a restraining order from you.” And closed the door in his face.

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who knocked loudly again but when the door opened, his face fell. The same guy now had a cleaver with black and white spots on it in his right hand, and said, “If you don’t leave now or ever…” Then blew a smoke in his face, “I don’t think there will be a nice ending for both of us and I really really don’t like going to jail.” Your ex-boyfriend Gojo just nodded and left.

[lulumilkshake]

pretty little wife

pairings: g. satoru

description: he couldn’t help but show love to his pretty housewife.

warnings: gojo has a housewife kink, food play, mentions of wet dreams, non consensual photo taking, idk just sex lmfao

a/n: currently coping from chapter 225 even though ik he won’t die that easily LMAOO

gojo really couldn’t help but show love to his beautiful little housewife.

you were an angel compared to him. always fulfilling his every need all the time.

if he was hungry? you’d make him the best meal.

if he was sleepy? you’d let him take a nap on your chest, his favorite pillow.

if he wanted to fuck you? you’d of course, let him!

therefore, he had a wet dream about you last night.

you were in nothing but your sweet little apron, letting him lick buttercream off the valley of your breasts, as he pounded his fat cock into you rapidly.

as he woke up in the morning, he groaned at the feeling of his boner straining against his sweatpants.

never in his life would he think a woman would have an effect on him like this. but he couldn’t help it. who wouldn’t when you were so sweet and obedient to him?

he was about to roll over and press his hard-on against your ass but he noticed you weren’t next to him. he groaned once more that he had to get up with the feeling of blue balls.

when he got up, he rethought about his dream and the way you were moaning as he slammed his cock into you, overstimulated as his dick hit every spot inside of you.

“fuck,” he whispered out as his dick was pulsing harder at the thought of you moaning under him.

“gonna make that dream real, sweet girl” he mumbled out as he headed downstairs, palming his boner to soothe the pain a bit.

“honey..!! i have something to give you!!” he spoke cockily while he was walking down the stairs, looking for you.

while walking down stairs and through the living room, the smell of pancakes filled his nostrils.

“his pretty little housewife,” he thought. you were so cute for him. waking up so early to give him a nice breakfast.

fuck.

as he walked into the kitchen, he stared at the blessed sight that his eyes behold.

you were in nothing but panties, an apron, and his shirt, humming a sweet tune to yourself as you sway your hips.

his mouth was watering at the sight of you, he couldn’t help but palm his cock again before letting out a wolf whistle as he leaned on the doorway, trying to play it cool.

“look at you, pretty girl” he spoke teasingly as he walked torwards you.

you jumped a bit as you heard his voice, but giggled soon afterwards.

“good mornin’ sweetheart! did you wake up okay, sleepy?” you ask while giggling more, your voice filled with love for your snow white haired husband. your teasing was barely even teasing. in his eyes, you were the most innocent girl ever.

you were gonna drive him insane. your voice itself was enough to make the strongest become the weakest.

he grabs your hips, putting his head into the nape of your neck. his clothed cock is throbbing against your panties, as he whispers in your ear.

“would’ve woken up better if you were in bed next to me. then we wouldn’t have to do this now, yeah?”

before you could respond to him, he pushed you up against the counter before pulling down your panties.

“s-satoru!” you whine out as you’re surprised by his sudden advances. you let him do whatever he wants though, because after all you just want him to be happy, and he loved the feeling of knowing you thought that way about him and only him.

“i know baby, just gotta take care of this. then I’ll eat breakfast with you, okay?” he doesn’t wait for your answer though as he rips off your (his) shirt, leaving on the apron just like in his dream.

you moan out at the feeling of him ripping off your shirt. “j-just what are you trying to do, s-satoru?” you question since you noticed he didn’t take off your apron.

he ignores you as he is only focused on taking off his pants. his long cock springing out and hitting his abdomen. you drool a bit at the sight, and so does your pussy.

satoru notices this and he lets out a loud laugh. “so wet for me already, huh sweet girl? but i barely even touched you yet.” he teases you and you pout a bit at this, staring up at his tall figure with doe eyes.

fuck, seeing you liked this turned him on so much. his cock twitched at your pout. “awh don’t be like that baby,” he says squeezing your face and giving you a quick kiss before lining his cock up with the entrance of your dripping pussy.

“i always make my sweet housewife feel good, don’t i?” he says with a smile before he thrusts into your pussy hard and suddenly without warning. as he thrusted into you with precision, you were seeing stars. you were drooling everywhere, babbling out nonsense as his hips bucked into your tight cunt.

“s-satoru” was all you could scream out as he continued to pound into your pussy. he chuckled at the sight. you were so cock drunk, but not even close to how pussy drunk he was. he had to close his eyes at the sight so he wouldn’t cum so soon.

when he looked to the right, trying to take his eyes off your body so he wouldn’t cum before you, he noticed a bottle of whipped cream on the counter. he remembered his dream at this moment, and took the whipped cream bottle and stared directly at your tits. he had a shit eating grin on his face, that you could only gulp at what was gonna happen next.

you looked up at him with the whipped cream bottle in his hand, not even being able to question it because his cock kept hitting every single spot inside of you.

he cackled mischievously as he had an idea. he took the whipped cream bottle and starting spelling out, “torus cockslut” on your neck and breasts before laughing hard at the sight. he pulled out his phone without you knowing to take a picture of the slutty sight.

you didn’t know what he was laughing so hard at, but you couldn’t help but laugh (and moan) with him too. you thought he was just being wholesome and enjoying the sweet moment.. oh love, were you wrong. when was the strongest sorcerer ever wholesome when fucking you like this?

as soon as he finished up laughing, he started to lick at the whipped cream, cleaning up your body. as he did this, he continued to thrust his length into you, even rougher this time due to the sight of you almost fucked out.

he licked at your breasts like it was his last meal, paying special attention to your hard nipples. he sucked at your breasts, licking up any other spots he missed. you whimper and moan out louder at the feeling of his tongue all over your breasts and neck.

“t—too much, toru!” you clenched around his cock harder at the feeling of him pounding into you and the feeling of his tongue on you.

“fuck— squeezing around me so tight baby.” he groans out as he continues to thrust his hips into you, getting deeper at every plunge. the blunt head of his cock hitting every part inside of you.

“s-satoru! g-gonna’ cum!” you gasp out loud, the feeling of your orgasm pooling inside of you.

“shit— me too, baby. c-cum with me, take all my load!” he grunts loudly as his thrusts stammer as he releases a hot load of cum inside of you, painting your walls with ropes of cum. you moan out at the feeling of his cum filling you as you milk his cock, pussy spasming as you reach the end of your high.

you both pant loudly as you both hit your orgasm together. he pulls out of you quickly, as cum spills out of your pretty pussy. he smiles at the sight. even though you were his sweet little housewife, he loved to ruin you.

he picked you up and sat you down on the couch before giving you a blanket, some water, and a plate of pancakes.

“thank you, satoru!” you smiled sweetly at his affection and aftercare towards you. he kept his promise and sat down to eat breakfast with you. he was such a great husband!

as he sat down next to you, he chuckled loud as he opened his phone.

“what’s so funny, baby?” you ask, crawling over to him wanting to laugh with him as well.

“aren’t you just the most adorable girl in the world?” he answered cooing at you. he started laughing loud and cocky again at his wallpaper, staring at it with another famous shit eating grin as he admired his artwork.

it was..

a photo of you..

with the words.. ‘torus cockslut on your breasts..

written with love by the one and only, Gojo Satoru.

your cheeks warmed up at the sight.

“w-wha—!” you gasp before covering your face in embarrassment. it wasn’t a wholesome moment at all!

he giggles once more before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close to his bare chest.

“a bit disappointed i forgot to put my signature, but there is always a next time, yeah?”

a/n: in gojo we trust! hope u enjoyed <3

[tryspellbound]

When Gojo cat sits Taylor's cats

You're in Taylor's living room. There's cat stuff everywhere. Gojo is standing in the middle, looking lost. One cat is on top of a bookshelf. Another is hiding under the couch. A third is pawing at Gojo's robe. Pur..Pur..

The cats are running around. You decide to help out....or not... ;)

Check out the the complete story here ^_^

Spellbound Interactive Storytelling

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Gojo Satoru SFW alphabet (NB)

HELLO ALL. This is part one of my super awesome 100 follower celebration! Coming up next is the Gojo Satoru NSFW Alphabet, and, despite all that is good and holy, the Katsuki Bakugou SFW/NSFW alphabet. I know he didn't win the poll, but so many of my followers are here for Katsuki centric content, so it only makes sense to me.

In this, the reader is as nb as I could make them while sticking to my concepts, although there is a "I wanna get u pregnant tee hee" joke that you should probably be aware of.

Cred for template goes to ONE MORE SHOT

Word count: ~6000

Warnings: Cursing, light angst, and...that's it, I think!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He prefers physical affection above all else...at least, that's what you'd think based on how much he hangs on you when you're together. Always he's touching you, making it so there was no question about whether or not you were together. Truly though, that was just for you. He liked it, loved it, loved any form of affection to and from you, but The thing that gave him the most butterflies was acts of service from you.

He was so used to doing everything for himself, and to being better than others at everything, that he never really knew what it was like to be cared for in that way.

Anyone could technically hug him, or spend time with him, or give him gifts, or tell him he did something good...but only you could make him breakfast before he gets a chance to, or do the dishes more efficiently, or beat a part of a game he can't for some reason. It makes him weak in the knees, like he can relax with you.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Makin' your lunch for tomorrow. Why?" You glance over to him, smiling as you watched him curiously peer over your shoulder.

"...No reason..." He mumbled, a smile growing on his face about as fast as that blush. He brings his arms around your waist, his chin on your head as he watched you work.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You are his best friend. No doubt about it. If you weren't he wouldn't be dating you, it only made sense to him. Was he yours...? He didn't actually know, and to be honest he didn't care. If he wasn't, he'd definitely tease you about it, but otherwise he was perfectly content treating you like his bestie.

"I'm going out with my friends," you called out, slipping on your shoes.

"Why? What about me?" Satoru whined, staring at you with a sarcastic pout from the couch.

"We're gonna be drinking," you laughed, raising your brows.

"...so?"

"So you're a lightweight."

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's a cuddler, but a lazy cuddler 9 times out of 10. His arm gently around you on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder. His cheek on your scalp as you do literally anything that requires you to stand still (cooking, on the train, grocery shopping). Still, there's that one time where he holds you like you might dissipate if he doesn't.

Maybe after a nightmare, maybe after a mission a bit more dangerous than he or you let on, whatever it was, it was like he might lose you.

He does it when you're asleep, when he thinks you're not conscious enough to feel him being soft. The only reason you know is because sometimes he wakes you up with it, and he's too emotional to notice.

you'd be laying in bed with Satoru, nearly one in the morning, sleeping peacefully. Then, you feel his arms wrap around you, tight enough to wake you up. His mouth would be pressed to the top of your head, his breath slow, as if he were savoring the scent of you.

"You won't leave me, right...?" He wasn't talking to you, really he was talking to himself.

"...nah. You wouldn't..."

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You know those people who try to go to the gym to get their life together, but really just like the aesthetic and can't follow through? That's Satoru with Domestic life. He'd love to settle down in one spot with you and do all the cute domestic things, like cook dinner every night and go grocery shopping every week, but he just can't focus for that long, he always has to be moving. Changing apartments, trying new restaurants, going wherever on a whim, they were all things he loved and domestic life lacked.

That's what he thinks, and that's what you let him think, but little does he know he hasn't moved in three years (a record for him), You've been "sleeping over" for the entirety of those three years, and you take turns making meals any time you're together, as well as split household chores.

Kids are another thing, he wouldn't willingly have kids. If you two conceived, or somehow managed to accidentally receive a child, he'd be content taking care of it with you, but truthfully he likes the calm personal life he lives, not to mention the fact that it wouldn't be ethical to him to raise a child while living such a dangerous life.

"Have you ever thought about having kids?"

"...getting you pregnant? sure. Kids...not so much."

"ok, good. I don't really want them either."

"We can still try for one, though~"

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He loves you too much to end it for reasons other than external forces, so there are two ways I can write this. One...

He makes himself the bad guy. Being flaky, being extra condescending, ignoring you more. He distances himself in the hopes that you see how bad he's being and call it off. He never wants you to think that he doesn't love you, or that he could ever find anyone better, so he acts like he's the shittiest boyfriend to ever boyfriend. Of course, you inevitably see through this, and he has to be honest.

"Listen...I...We can't do this anymore. You've been through a lot, I've been through a lot, and if we stay together, there are things out there that'll just make it worse. I might be selfish, but I'm not selfish enough to keep you with me when I know it'll hurt you."

And, prompt two would be...

Satoru breaking up with anyone but you, people he doesn't care about...He's ruthless. He could be with his partner at the time in the middle of a date, probably on his phone from the amount of boredom he experiences simply from being in the presence of this person, when he just announces, "Let's break up."

"H-huh?!"

"Yeah, fun while it lasted, it's not you it's me, all that," he sighs, walking off to find something else to quell his boredom.

I would like to say that personally, I think that most of his dating happened early in life, teens to early 20s, before he realized how difficult it would be in his line of work for numerous reasons and eventually gave up. Until he met you, of course.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He is constantly talking about marrying you. He "proposes" once a week, you'd think you were already his fiancé by now.

his head in your lap as he watches you click away on your phone? "Marry me~"

You doing the dishes as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist? "I'd consummate a wedding so hard with you right now~"

Doing- well, uh, this third example can wait for the NSFW portion.

Long story short, he constantly talks about it, but neither of you truly predict a wedding. First of all, you wouldn't even take his name because of how dangerous it is to be tied to the Gojo clan, and second of all...you're kinda already married. You have everything but the ring and the paper.

You live together, you'll never leave each other (unless a situation like in E arises, in which case it'd be especially helpful to not have the shared legal documents a wedding would bring), and you cook and clean for each other.

Lastly, he doesn't see the appeal. He understands the want to celebrate love, but to him, he doesn't need one special day when he can make every day special. Why buy you one ring for one day when he could buy you a new ring every day? Why put on nice clothes and promise to give you the world one measly evening when he could do just that every Saturday? He was just fine being your forever boyfriend.

"Mmm...Let's have a spring wedding," Satoru cooed, holding you by your hips as you chopped vegetables.

"There's too much pollen in the spring," you countered, an amused smile on your face.

"Winter then?"

"Too cold."

"Summer?"

"Too hot."

"...I'm beginning to think you might not actually wanna marry me." You could just hear the smile in his tone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

In the SFW sense, he treats you like glass, physically at least. He kisses you with a sort of soft passion, like he wants you to melt in his arms...and you do. He holds you with feather light brushes of his hand, caressing your body and face because you're a work of art. He never wants you to be afraid of him, and although he knows you're strong enough to handle him, he couldn't bear the thought of losing you because he's too rough. He's gentle because he knows what he has.

Emotions are different, they're hard for him, and seeing as he's been through so much he doesn't understand why you get worked up over "little things." When you rant about something annoying that happened to you, he listens, but he doesn't empathize. He's on your side, always, but he's rather indifferent to your daily issues. Because of this, It makes you feel like you can't tell him things because it won't merit the reaction you want from him. He'll try for you, though.

"And so he said that I was being irrational, but I wasn't being irrational, I was..." You trailed off, looking at Satoru's sympathetic yet empty smile. "Do you think I was being irrational?"

"No! Of course not..." he said quickly, sitting up a little straighter. Did he? Well...He didn't...not think you were being irrational...but he also didn't agree with that other guy. Fuck that other guy.

"Well you have to tell me if you do, I don't wanna look stupid..."

"Relax, babe," he sighed, although it wasn't clear even to himself if he was referring to the situation or to you thinking he thought you were in the wrong.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As I said before, he's constantly hanging on you, his hugs ranging anywhere from a quick squeeze to a desperate clutch. He just always wants to be touching you. That said, he only gives hugs to you. If one of his students or even a colleague hugs him, he'd be fine with that, but he only willingly gives hugs and physical affection to you.

"Whatcha doin?" You looked up at your boyfriend from your seat in front of the couch, who had a controller in his hand, his legs on either side of your body.

"playin video games." That's not what you were asking about, and he knew that.

"...is me being here really necessary?" You glanced down at his arms, which were resting on your shoulders and caging your head between them as his eyes stayed locked on the screen.

"Uh- y- fuck, fuck fuck fuck," he muttered, before GAME OVER scrawled across the screen in big letters. He feigned sadness, using it as an excuse to lean over you, pull you closer to him, and press his face next to yours. "Damn it, now you've gotta make me feel better..."

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You two were friends long before you started dating, and you didn't start dating until he knew he loved you...or rather, he knew it was safe to. You were strong enough to hold your own against his enemies, so he would never have to worry about you getting hurt, and therefore he could love you without being afraid.

That said, he didn't tell you he loved you until after you told him.

Truth be told...he forgot about it. He was so exited to be able to love you freely that he forgot about actually telling you, after all he had shown it loads before without words.

"Satoru...I love you..." you whispered nervously, confessing to him late at night in his arms.

"Uh-" he practically choked on air, not about the fact that you told him you loved him, but specifically about the fact that you were nervous. You seriously didn't think he'd say it back? Was he that confusing?

"I love you too," he announced quickly, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy? He can't comprehend it. He's not jealous in the slightest, he knows he's special, and he knows you know. That said, he does take the time to remind you how great he is when someone else tries to flirt with you. Buying you a random gift, showering you with praise, doing you a service, whatever it is he thinks he needs to do. It's almost like he's trying to prove it to the other person, even if they're not necessarily there to see it.

"No, Sorry," you say gently to the man who just asked for your number. He wasn't aggressive towards you, he took your rejection nicely, but what bothered Satoru was the fact that he was standing right there. Did he not look enough like your boyfriend? Was he not clearly holding your shopping bags?

He also gave the man a superficial smile, bringing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. "You're too hot for the public, I should keep you inside forever," he teased, kissing your scalp.

He's really not a jealous person. He doesn't worry about anyone taking you away, but he also doesn't want anyone to forget you're his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses everywhere, all the time. He kisses your head the most, because that's the easiest access for him, but he will and has kissed every inch of your body. He kisses you in different places in different ways for different reactions, and it's all entirely dependent on both of your moods. Trying to cheer you up? A quick peck on the cheek, accompanied by a goofy grin. snuggled up in bed, spooning? a couple kisses on your arm, or little smooches below and slightly behind your ear. I could make a chart of all the kisses and what they mean.

Personally, he likes kisses from you most when he needs them. Nothing eases him better than resting his head on your shoulder as you plant gentle kisses to his forehead. All kisses are loved equally by him, but if he had to pick one kind...those would be it. He couldn't live without them.

You stood in front of the mirror for a moment, frowning slightly as you took a glance at yourself. You didn't feel the most confident today. With a sigh, you moved on, walking back into the bedroom. Satoru saw all of this and knew exactly what was going on, crazy considering the moment lasted all of 3 seconds, and he made his way over to you.

He stood right in front of you, blocking you from your path.

"What're you doing," you ask, laughing a little as he looked down at you curiously.

He smiled, taking your hand by the ends of your fingers, bringing it up to his face as he said, "Nothing..."

He planted a long kiss to your knuckles, giving you those bedroom eyes that made your stomach flutter. "Just admiring you~"

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He finds Little ones entertaining as hell, but as I said before, he wouldn't want one at home. That said, there are some pros and cons to Satoru being around children.

First of all, god forbid they play something competitive because Satoru Gojo isn't taking an L from a 6 year old, that's for sure. tag, hide and seek, pinball, Mario kart, he's crushing spirits in all of them.

Another thing, he treats kids like they're little adults, which is great from a respect standpoint, but not so great when they talk shit. He does not care if he hurts a kid's feelings if they say something rude.

"My mom says you're a Psychopath," the 10 year old says, grinning.

"Yeah? Well my mom says you suck, and also you're bad at math," Satoru says, sticking his tongue out.

On a similar note of taking children too seriously, playing pretend is an art form to him. A friend's kid wants to play magical fairy princesses? He IS a magical fairy princess. His name is Vanessa and he has a magic wand made of glitter and dreams.

Yeah, he thinks kids are the best from an entertainment standpoint, but he knows he's not responsible enough to have any...at least not yet.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a morning person to his core, not because he needs to be super efficient and get a ton done, but because he just wakes up early and can't take the time to fall back asleep, especially when you're right next to him. Why try and sleep when he could pick on you?

If you're a morning person like him, you probably wake up around the same time, and get ready for the day together. Washing up, getting dressed, eating. If you're into working out, you two go on little work out morning dates.

If you're a night owl, he will pester the hell out of you until you do, kissing your neck and mumbling in your ear and flipping you around in all different directions. If your willpower is strong, and you don't get out of bed, he will first snap a ton of photos of you before getting up himself and getting his day started.

It depends on what time you wake up, but you could find that the apartment is empty from him going to work out, or full with the sound of him simply living. You usually find breakfast made for you, all 5 food groups, sometimes you eat together sometimes you don't get the chance to.

"Had to go to work early, you're hot love, Your Perfect Boyfriend"

That note was placed neatly over a little metal box, the contents being a warm waffle with chocolate sauce and berries. The sauce still had it's structure despite sitting in a metal container with a hot waffle, meaning he just left.

Damn it...he is perfect.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Every night with Satoru is different, It all depends on how both of your days went. If work was especially hard for either of you, the night would consist of at home activities, like playing videogames or watching a movie.

If you both had a bit of an easier day, especially over the weekend, you went on dates, and that could be anything. It ranged from going to a park and walking around, from going to a Michelin star restaurant and eating something deconstructed.

Of course, no matter what it was, dessert was happening at a place that was made for dessert. Patisseries, Ice creameries, cookie shops, whatever it was, it was always a part of the date.

"You're so gorgeous," Satoru sighed dreamily, resting his chin on his hand.

"Well you're gorgeous too," You laughed, looking up at him. "Although, I do think I can do better than sweats," you said, looking down at yourself.

You both were sitting on the couch, waiting for Mario Kart to boot up as you ate some gelato Satoru stocked up on during his trip to Italy.

"Nahhhh. 'S perfect."

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You still don't know everything about him. After so many years, friends to best friends to lovers, he still hasn't told you everything. You can probably think of one time he's been open with you, after going out and getting drinks with the usually sober Satoru. You remember having to cut yourself off early in order to care for him, calling the night and taking him home.

He ended up sat on the floor, back to the wall as he was wheezing at how the word "company" sounded like it started with a different word, his head on your shoulder.

After he calmed down, he said, "Y'know, I don't deserve you," he laughed, smiling at you with a red face.

"What're you talking about," you said with a nervous chuckle. "You do..."

"No, nonononono, 's ok, I don't," He said hurriedly, putting his hand on your shoulder. "I mean, you're actually too good for me," he slurred, looking into your eyes.

"What do you mean? what makes you so 'unworthy'?"

"Mmnnnnnn...have you killed someone?" He got all serious, nose to nose with you, before whispering, "I did...It wasn't fun, but I hadta..."

He sounded sheepish, like he was scared. Gojo Satoru was scared.

You weren't as upset as you could have been, being a sorcerer meant you understood having to take...drastic measures. After light encouragement, you managed to get most of the story out...er, stories, plural. He has a checkered past, and while you're pretty sure he doesn't remember that conversation, you want him to feel like you can listen, and any time he wants to open up again, you'll be more than ready to.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has optional patience. He's not going to wait in a line without some sort of entertainment for longer than 5 minutes, but he also is willing to work tirelessly for years and years to reach a goal. He just can't stand doing nothing, he needs to be doing something always.

Now, if it came to anger, he has the patience of a saint. When you get to the level of power he has, getting angry over something below the injury of loved one just felt stupid to him. Now, if you get into a fight, he does get worked up (obviously), but he doesn't get mad so much as frustrated. "Ah, shit," he sighed, sounding nothing more than peeved. You glanced over, eyes widening as you saw his piping hot coffee not in his mug, but in his lap.

"D...Doesn't that...hurt?"

"Me? Nah," He says, standing to go change.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's weird because he pretends like he knows nothing, but it seems like he truly knows everything. If you challenged him to some game where you quiz him on the things he knows about you, he's walking away with first place. He just likes listening to you talk about your interests. You told him about your favorite show 3 years ago and he remembers the entire plot, but...

"Hey, have you heard about [enter show here]?" He was sitting on the couch, remote in hand.

"Oh, yeah! God, I used to love that show," you said excitedly, walking over and sitting next to him.

"Yeah? What's it about?" He's so in love with you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is when he realized he's in love in you. He remembers the day clearly, you two were messing around with some weak curses, or at least weak to you, and he noticed then that you could keep up with him.

YOU could keep up with HIM.

It's not like he thought you were weak or anything, he just couldn't believe that there was another on his level. It's lonely at the top, and he came to terms with that, but the idea that he could have someone joining him was kind of mind blowing.

Maybe this wasn't when he realized he loved you, but it was when he realized he was allowed to.

"What," you ask him, laughing a little as you land a deadly blow on a curse before he could. He was just staring at you, a mixture of curiosity and adoration on his face.

He just turned and smiled, laughing a little to himself. "Nothin'..."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows you don't need him to protect you, and for the most part he rather enjoys that, but he will get defensive over you when it comes to the slander of your name. Physically, you can handle yourself, and he knows that if someone were to be rude to you directly, you could handle yourself, but when someone is talking about you when you're not around, you can't defend yourself. That's where he comes in, your very own security guard.

He's not normally an aggressive person, you don't really like that side of him, and so if you're not there to see it, it's like it never happened.

"(Y/N)? Ugh, I hate that class...yeah, exactly! Right, sooo annoying... I just can't stand- Exactly...! And always getting of track..."

A girl on the phone, a brand new student at the Kyoto Sister school where you worked. Satoru was visiting to eat lunch with you. Lucky him, to over hear something like this.

He catches up to her, only needing to take a couple long steps.

"Oh! Are you a student of (Y/N)," he asks cheerfully. She was immediately weak in the knees, it was inevitable given his looks and status.

"Uhhhhh, yeah! Sir!" Meanwhile, her friend on the other line kept saying, "Is that Gojo Satoru? Are you talking to Gojo Satoru?!"

"I know (Y/N), actually," He said, looking down at the girl with a smile, the angry glare in his eyes hidden behind his mask.

"Really," she asks absently, before looking between him and the phone in realization. "W- uh, I was just-"

"What's your name?" The two of them stopped walking, Satoru's cheerful tone taking an underpainting of malice.

"uhm...A-Ayako..."

"Ayako..." He repeats, committing the name to memory.

"You don't go here anymore, Okay Ayako?"

Her jaw drops, eyes wide and blinking as she takes in his words.

"You...You can't- I didn't- That's not fair and-"

"Yeahhhh, it sucks, huh? you just weren't Jujutsu High material, sorry," he says apathetically, perhaps even joyfully, walking off to eat lunch with the love of his life.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn't try because doing things for you is effortless for him. I went into dates a lot in M and N, so I won't be touching on that so much here.

Anniversaries are always filled with gifts and outings, so much so that you feel inadequate trying to provide for him in that area. You could get him tons of seemingly perfect gifts, and yet somehow he still outdid you. He didn't mean to (mostly), he just really loved you and loved showing that.

To top it off, his reactions to your gifts aren't really all that grandiose. He tries, but you can tell it's feigned.

"Open it," you say excitedly, smiling wide as you hand him a black box. You were both sitting on the couch, it was his nary celebrated birthday, at least before you.

He sets the box on the coffee table before him and does so, inside a bottle of high end cologne.

"Wow," he says coolly, opening it and giving it a whiff. "Smells good," he muses sweetly, giving you a smile.

You groan, hanging your head with a wry laugh. "If you don't like it we can get it replaced," you sigh, smiling with some dissapointment.

"I do like it," he exclaims, moving to your side to comfort you with concern. "See, I'm gonna wear it, watch," he says, spritzing it on.

You laugh, he was so adorable.

Truly, he loves your gifts and puts them to use, but what really excites him is simply being with you. He likes taking the time to just be normal with you, or as close to normal as you guys can get.

He likes buying you stuff daily, small things like candy or some new lipstick, he just sees it and thinks of you. As I said before, he doesn't really try all that hard, he almost never has, and that's what's so great for him.

He used to worry about if he'd be able to even show his love for someone if he ever found himself in the situation, and to see that he's getting the message across with little strain is exciting to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

What. A. Flake. You can never tell if he's going to turn up to important events, and if he does he's always late. The thing is, when he really cares he shows up punctually, which means he has the capability to be reliable. There have definitely been more meetings than you can count where you've had to cover for him, as well as fights he's been late for because he wants to make a grand entrance.

"where have you been," you chide in a hushed tone, watching as he casually plops down next to you. "I had to tell them you were having an emergency," you scoff, pinching his arm.

"You did?" He looks at the annoyed expressions of his bosses and coworkers, cocking his head slightly with a sly grin. "Yeah, no, I wasn't, just didn't feel like coming," he admits carelessly, shrugging. Idiot.

Relationship wise, he's had some issues with respect. He sometimes treats you and your issues like they're unimportant, and maybe they are, but dammit they're important to you! He got better about this eventually, but not after tons of hardheaded arguments about this ugly trait.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

if I had to pick one word to describe Satoru...well, it'd be cocky, but if I had to pick another it'd be effortless. He doesn't take concern with his looks because he needs to do nothing to look so good. That's just how he is, and he knows it. He places some amount of value in his appearance, but overall he's not too vain. He has confidence, is all.

"Man, You sure are lucky to have such a hot boyfriend," Satoru sighs sarcastically, teasing his hair in the mirror while you put on your shoes.

"Yeah? You sayin' I couldn't get one normally," you ask tauntingly, raising your brows.

"Hey..." he says, knowing he had fallen into a trap.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wants so dearly to not need you, but he knows he does. He knows he just might break if he loses you. You're his other half, you make him whole. A break up, he could handle, because there was still the hope of having you back, but if you died...

I can't write an example of this, I can't do it justice. The pain, the absolute and ineffable pain of losing yet another of the few people he got close to would eat him away until there's nothing left, and you just can't put that, in all of its horrific beauty, in simple words.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

a little something xtra for you...He loves his mask and sunglasses for the extra benefit of not being exposed for staring at you. His eyes are constantly on you, figuratively or literally, and if he were anyone else he wouldn't be able to take down his enemies with you there because of how distracted he would be. He was him, though, and he could very much multitask. He also has a habit of flirting or messing with you during meetings, taking down curses, training, really at any time.

Satoru, on the other side of the meeting table, was stretched out, arms behind his head. His foot was touching yours, it was kind of cute in a way.

Then, he nudged your ankle a little, and you looked over at him with curiosity. He didn't look at you, keeping his eyes on who was speaking. You nudged him back, and he smiled, which means he did that on purpose.

He nudges you, you nudge him.

Then the nudging becomes playful kicking.

Then the playful kicking becomes competitive kicking.

Then the competitive kicking becomes getting scolded by both of the headmasters.

His grin never leaves his face.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

First of all, greek yoghurt pisses him off. Yoghurt should be sweet and frozen, and nothing else. Give him greek yoghurt, god forbid he takes a bite because the unpleasant surprise will lead to half an hour of talking about how horrible it is. Yuck.

More seriously, he doesn't like people who think they're better than they are. He deals with them frequently, in the form of stupid curses trying to take him on, and he takes pleasure in putting them in their place.

He's of the mind that He earned being cocky, because he's actually just that powerful and good at everything, and therefore anyone else that's cocky has to earn it too.

when it comes to humans he can't eradicate, he simply shows off his power with as much leisure as possible, just to prove he's a million times better than the offending.

"Guess what," Satoru says on the phone, his smile audible.

'What," you ask cheerfully, knowing a good story was coming, or at least one he thinks is good.

"So I was fighting this curse, right?"

"Right..."

"Well, it was already annoying because it was stupidly weak, but it still came after me, and this thing..."

He kept talking, going on and on about how weak and annoying the thing was, and you simply smiled as you listened. Adorable.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a complete bed hog, he takes up all the space you give him. He starfishes out, snoring like a vacuum cleaner, and when he's not doing that he's tossing and turning.

The only remedy for this was, surprisingly, getting closer. If you sleep next to him, he can't sprawl out. If you sleep holding onto his arm, his limbs on that side of his body are still for the rest of the night. If you lay with your head on his chest, making sure you fall asleep with his arms around you...all of him stays still and in one spot. A couple other poses work for this too, spooning of any kind, a honeymoon hug, things where you're practically fused together. Summer is a hard time for you two.

Another thing he does is mumble in his sleep. It's nothing too crazy, most of the time unintelligible, but every once in a while you can hear some keywords. You've found that whatever's most prominent in his life at the time is what he talks about. You don't really get any insight to how his mind works or anything, it's just a cute habit of his.

"Mmmn...Zzz...donrelgtothedohmvie...."

You smile, letting out a little puff of laughter from your nose as you strain to hear him.

"Yogottabkddngmbaby...."

Baby! That was a word.

You tried listening in for more, but you really heard nothing else...nothing else, of course, besides your name.

Ok, this took my like a month, which is wayyy longer than my usual stuff.

and, if we're being honest... ᴵ ᴴᶦᵗ ¹⁰⁰ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ���ʳˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ² ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃᵍᵒ

but I'm only a few over so it still counts!? Love you, get ready for the next thing, and Let me know how this was and if you agree or disagree with my headcannons!

[mmrsgojo]

close your eyes. pt2.

Pairing: gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: explicit, unprotected sex, satoru being a little dick sometimes.

As you did, you began to understand what he meant. Kissing wasn’t just about technique; it was about surrendering, about letting go of your inhibitions and connecting on a deeper level.

A kiss. What is a kiss? According to the dictionary, it's 'to touch or press with a movement of the lips to someone or something as an expression of love, desire or reverence.' Something as simple as kissing someone can be so complex. Why does it cause such a headache? Why is it so beautiful, frustrating, and desired?

A kiss can generate oxytocin, a hormone associated with feelings of affection and attachment. It can also produce dopamine, a neurotransmitter that plays a role in pleasure and reward. Perhaps this is why we feel so nervous before our first kiss. Our brain might be warning us that we'll never be able to live without that desire.

Is that why we close our eyes when we kiss someone? Could it be because we trust that person so much? Or is it because of the intimacy we share with them? Is that what I'm feeling right now? No, it can't be.

"Now..." he murmured, his voice a soft, husky whisper, "let's work on that trust issue of yours"

You closed your eyes again, your heart pounding in your chest. "God, this better work out with him, Toru," you whispered

You could hear his chuckle, the sound vibrating through your body. "Don't worry, it will..." he reassured. "Just trust me, love"

He nuzzled your neck, his lips and teeth nipping lightly at the delicate skin. One hand moved to your hip, his fingers slowly tracing up and down, sending shivers through your whole body, this was normal, right? you weren't sure, but the sensations were undeniably pleasurable.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered, "just feel me, nothing else matters right now"

As you surrendered to the moment, you began to understand what he meant. Trust wasn't just about believing in someone; it was about letting go, about surrendering to the sensation. You focused on the warmth of his touch, the gentle rhythm of his movements. As you did, you found yourself enjoying the moment more than you ever thought possible.

Satoru's touch was gentle yet firm, his movement deliberate and intentional. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it with a purpose. As you surrendered to the moment, a sense of peace began to wash over you. Who could've thought that a kiss could be so powerful?

Satoru pulled back slighly, you could see his eyes...sparkling? "You're so tense," he teased, his voice now soft. "you have to relax, love."

You nodded, trying to loosen your muscles. Satoru leaned back in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss. His tongue flicked out, tasting your lips, and you felt a surge of excitement, all over your body, you wanted to touch him, you wanted to...

You pulled away abruptly, your mind racing. This was different, you realized. This was more than just a kissing lesson.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed the sensations. What were you doing, y/n? This couldn't be happening. Satoru was your best friend, your Toru, the man you'd spent your entire life with. You knew about his countless girlfriends, and you were nothing like them. You knew you weren't his type.

Satoru was...is...a god, and you...you were just y/n.

"I have to say that to him? Shouldn't he be the one doing all of this, Toru?" you cut the kiss, laughing awkwardly to try and break the tension. This was too much for two best friends, right?

Satoru laughed against your neck, his lips curved into a smirk as always. "Oh, you'll be saying a lot more than just that, my sweet," he teased, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous dance across your skin.

He paused for a moment. His six blue eyes all over you, you could feel them on yours. "But don't worry, love" he whispered, "i'm sure your guy will catch on quickly...and do just much as you."

You blushed, your cheeks turning a deep crimson. You couldn't help it at this point. It was not use at hiding it with the man who held the power of seeing absolutely everything in this room. "I really hope so..." you said, a little more relaxed now that the topic had shifted to Riku, the man you really liked, not your best friend in front of you, right?

He shifted slightly, trapping you completely under him, his body now fully on top of yours, pressing you into the bed. His weight was heavy, but not uncomfortable. There was a sense of security in his presence, a feeling of being protected, everyone could feel that with Satoru...but this...this was-

"You're such a quick learner, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against your jawline. "Very obedient, its endearing."

His voice was low, husky, filled with a playful sensuality that sent a shiver down somewhere your stomach. You couldn't help but smirk back, despite the nervousness that was bubbling withing you.

"Now...follow my instructions, alright?"

"Alright, Gojo-sensei" you laughed a bit, it could be a good nickname from now on.

Slowly, deliberately, Satoru lifted one of your hands, guiding it to rest on his chest, just above his heart. You felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his body radiating through you. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a comforting rhythm that soothed your nerves.

"Just... feel my heartbeat," he whispered, his voice a low rumble filled with an uncharacteristically tenderness. "Feel the way it speeds up when you touch me, when you're so close to me..."

Your heart pounded in your chest too as you traced the familiar pattern of his heartbeat. "Toru..." you whispered, "you can improve your heartbeat with your power? I didn't-"

Satoru chuckled at your observation, the sound low and amused.

"Of course I can," he replied, his voice filled with a playful arrogance. "But that's not the point. The point is, this is a human reaction, a natural response to the presence of someone you care about."

He paused, his eyes softening. "And right now, i care about you a lot more than I should."

Your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest. What the fuck was this sensation? The intensity of the moment was almost suffocating, the air thick. You felt a lump form in your throat, your breath catching in your chest. "what...does that mean?" you whispered.

His eyes locked with yours, a serious expression replacing the soften one. The change was a stark, a stark contrast to the carefree Satoru you were used to. His gaze held a depth you had never seen before, a vulnerability that was terrifying you for sure.

"What do you think it could mean...?" he asked

"Don't fucking play with me, Satoru," you hissed, your anger momentarily overshadowing your fear. You felt a surge of frustration, a need to break the tension, why? why now? when you liked this boy so much? why was he doing this? was this one of his horrible jokes? He wasn't... this was just the moment of tension in this suffocating room. There was no way Satoru liked you, not in a million years. This couldn't work.

"Im not playing with you," he protested

The silence that followed was heavy.

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Author’s note: HEEEELLOOOOO, so this was tense. I'm already thinking in next chapter and yes it's going to be good hehe. What do you think about this one tho? TYSM FOR READING THIS LITTLE STORY. LOVE U ALL.

[peachsayshi]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ EX-BOYFRIEND HCS (feat. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso) 

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

ˋ°•*⁀➷  tags: angsty, mentions of break ups, mentions of make ups, mentions of commitment issues, I’m keeping all of this kind of vague.  

ˋ°•*⁀➷  notes: decided to finally edit up this post that I wrote xo I hope you enjoy it! feedback/reblogs are always appreciated <3 

wc: 1,204

gojo:

he understood why you ended things with him. he’s not an easy man to love, he doesn’t exist in a world where a life can simply be built. he didn’t fight you on your decision or beg you to change your mind. there is nothing he can offer in return which is why he conceded in letting you go, even though the choice destroyed him beyond comprehension. this is the first time he’s ever felt truly broken and he chooses not to cross paths with you for the sake of his own wellbeing. 

but still, he can never fully erase you from his life. you were his pretty light, the spark of happiness that brought him profound joy. he can’t help but succumb to an opportunity of sneaking back in, even in the smallest of ways. besides, the break up didn’t end with fighting or hateful words, it was amicable - so, why can’t he show any signs of fondness? 

these excuses come with every birthday, holiday or special occasion. you always receive a thoughtful gift wrapped up in a pretty bow. gojo never includes a card, but the way your heart seizes up tells you that it is from him. it lingers in your mind that he still thinks about you, even though you are trying to move on. your heart fights you on every decision you make. you would meet bachelors who would exude perfection but they don’t even come close to the man you once loved. satoru gojo may no longer hold space in your life, but the painful reality is that there’s a void inside you that only he can fill. 

geto: 

the man who stole your heart - there’s an ache in the place where the muscle once resided. he snatched it away without even knowing, and disappeared into the shadows. you don’t hear from him at all, not even a single text or a phone call. the silence is absolutely haunting - he doesn’t know the hurt is the reason why you hate him, but how its also a reminder of just how much you love him. he makes time stand still - and your world stops moving. 

suguru should know better - this way is easier (or so he thinks), he had his reasons (or so he thinks). he spends his days analyzing this decision - dissects it, pries it open and pokes at it in all angles. every conclusion leads to him acknowledging that you deserve far more than what he can give you. but still it becomes his obsession, his source of contention and irritation. it’s not like he hasn’t done this before, but why can’t he snip the last tether that’s tugging at his heart? 

it’s him showing up in the middle of the night, taking in the stunned expression on your face after months of zero contact. he holds you with so much care when he apologizes, begs you to take him back as he whispers sweet words in your ear. you’re not proud of the way you melt right into arms, or how easily you invite him to your bed. you hate that you would let him break your heart a thousand times over, not knowing that he’'ll fight to his last breath just to mend it back together. 

nanami: 

messy is the only word to describe the break up. somehow it wasn’t even a one sided decision, but a point where neither of you were willing to carry on. the heartbreaking thing is that the two of you didn’t just end a relationship, you ended an entire life together. nanami never went into anything half-assed, and that included what he shared with you. now, he sits in his new apartment, most of his things still packed in boxes, and he can’t bring himself to settle down. you were the only home he’s ever grown to love and he can’t help but think what it was about this particular fight that defined the course of your relationship.

nanami was mature about the aftermath, but his removed behavior made you feel small, made you wonder if he was truly unaffected by the pain of separation. as you divide up your life you ponder if he’s reconsidering the entire decision as well. this whole blow up felt so stupid to you now, a minor blimp in the beautiful story of your love together. you knew he wasn’t good at expressing himself in the moment, but when he finally left the key to your place behind, everything came crashing down at once. 

you both have a hard time referring to each other as exes. you both still speak about one another with such tenderness. your loved ones pushed you both into seeking each other out, but neither of you were willing to disturb the other’s peace. you’ve both done enough damage, caused enough hurt that would last a lifetime. it’s only by chance that you stumble into him at a new coffee shop - like fate itself worked hard to ensure you swung the door open just as he stepped through the threshold, that your bodies collided at the right moment so you can see the missing half of your soul in each other’s eyes. 

choso: 

“can we at least be friends?” - how were you supposed to say no after you had just broken him. this man whose sweet heart radiated nothing but gold even though his eyes were full of sadness. he didn't ask you questions as to why you felt the need to end this, didn’t push your decision even though things were going relatively well. you were so thankful because the extent to which he loved you was petrifiying. you just needed to find yourself for a moment - to catch your breath, and ground your feet after floating on air. 

it’s hard to ignore that choso shared your body and heart. your friendship is so different, and you can’t help but feel like you were tiptoeing around a minefield. he looks at you with immense hope, and that optimism weakens your will. you don’t want to sell him any dreams unless you were sure yourself. so you try your best to keep things platonic - you make sure that you are never alone with him for too long, give other suitors a chance for casual flings, and even go as far as setting choso up on a date. 

you’ve somehow convinced yourself that this is good for you both, until choso asks “do you hate me?” - it hurts seeing him break before your eyes, listening to him question you if you’re doing all this because you don’t want him around you anymore. he tells you that it hurts and you don’t know how to justify any of your actions by using your fear as an excuse. he’s given you no reason to think he won’t cherish your love, and all you can think about is making him smile. waking up tangled between the sheet with him makes you feel sick. your heart races when his arm squeezes around your waist, when his lips brush softly against the back of your neck and you’re burrowing yourself deeper into this hole with no idea how to make it out safely. 

[arcobaleno-22g]

At such a moment, I understand people who write fan fiction where they completely change the author's story. Many people criticize this, consider it stupid or even an insult to the author. I believe that this is just a way to calm down and correct the blackness in the soul that settled there through the author's fault.

[coolearistrashcollection]

Chapter 8: Beyond Control

Characters: cult leader!Geto, cursed spirit!Reader TW: claustrophobia Notes: no beta read, dividers by @bigolepussy

Prologue (part 1) here

Wake up. Serve. Repeat.

The morning sun presses through the paper walls, dull and washed out, the light reluctant to touch anything in the room. It barely reaches you, yet it’s enough to start the repetitive ritual. You blink, but the fog doesn’t clear. Sitting up slowly, you feel like a ghost yourself, a shell, trapped in a loop, neither truly here nor anywhere else. The ache in your chest tells you that sleep has eluded you again, leaving behind only heaviness.

Wake up. Serve. Repeat.

The words echo through your mind, a mantra worn smooth by recurrence, guiding you through each hollow task. Every movement is mechanical, your body moving as though on strings. Pushing –forcing– yourself up, you find your way to the girls’ room, and listen to their muffled whispers before you even open the door.

They’re lying on the bed, tangled in blankets, blinking up at you with wide eyes as though they know something is wrong, though they haven’t dared to ask. Yet. Their faces are still marked by sleep, pillow creases and stray strands of hair falling over their foreheads, but their gaze is fixed on you–watching, waiting, confused.

“Good morning, Mimiko. Good morning, Nanako,” you say, and your voice comes out like a stranger’s– flat, dull, mechanical. “Time for school, breakfast is fish on rice.”

You see the question forming on Nanako’s lips as she sits up, the hesitation in her eyes as she looks at Mimiko. It hangs there, heavy, before she finally dares to speak.

“Why aren’t you and Suguru talking?” she asks, soft and uncertain, afraid of the answer you’ll give her.

And despite the innocence of the question, the child-like curiosity, it still stings, a lance through your chest that makes you blink rapidly. There’s a knot in your throat that you struggle to swallow as you come up with a clever reply. The answer is there, on the tip of your tongue, but saying it would make it real.

Instead, you force a smile and reach out, patting her head lightly. “Sometimes adults have… disagreements,” you explain, the words barely more than a mutter as you run your fingers through her messy hair. “It doesn’t mean they don’t care for each other.”

They exchange glances, their expressions scrunched in worry and confusion. “But… aren’t you two together?” Mimiko’s voice is small, laced with hurt she can’t fully understand.

The weight of their eyes on you is suffocating. You nod, because you can’t bring yourself to shatter the illusion for them. You can’t admit that Suguru, the man they idolise, their saviour, has betrayed you in ways you are still struggling to accept.

“You know Suguru… he cares about us,” you whisper. But even as you say it, your mind rebels, rejecting the lie. “It’s just… complicated, that’s all.” You hope the ambiguity of the answer satisfies them.

And your wishes come true, they don’t ask again, but they don’t seem convinced. They nod, small and tentative, clearly sensing that pressing further will bring them no answers. Their worry is evident, but they respect the boundary you’ve set, even if they don’t understand it. You’re grateful for their silence. 

Serve breakfast. Smile. Pretend.

The day stretches forward like a long, monotonous corridor– more boring than the one you go through every damn day. You go through the motions, each action tethering you to this endless cycle. Breakfast. Watching the girls chatter, trying to be interested, to muster even a shred of normalcy. But every movement feels like swallowing stones, every smile a mask you barely manage to hold in place. They finish eating, and you see them off, watching as they leave the house, hand in hand.

Then it’s back to the room– the small, suffocating room with walls that seem to press closer each time you’re alone.

You hate being locked away, but this time it is self-imposed.

Lock the door. Stay.

“At least I’m safe,” you think.

But regardless of that, you hate it here, you hate the room, your claustrophobia kicking in within seconds. The four walls feel tighter every second, like they’re closing in on you. The air is thick and stale, and your chest tightens with that familiar sense of panic. Your fingers hover over the door handle, itching to turn it, to fling the door open and breathe again. But the other side of that door means facing him. Facing Suguru and the truth you’re not ready to confront.

So you stay. Despite the panic clawing at your chest, you force yourself to stay.

“I’m safe,” you repeat, hoping your fears will vanish.

Stay. Think. Repeat.

The silence swells, filling the room until it’s a thick, unbearable presence. Your thoughts slip back to him, to Suguru’s voice, the way he said your name like it was a promise, the moments of warmth you had come to rely on; his intoxicating fragrance and addictive touch, which draw you back to him despite his ideals. All those memories feel tainted. His every move, every glance, feels like a betrayal, a part of his grand design–a design that doesn’t include you.

But that doesn’t stop you from craving it. From craving him.

There’s a sick irony in it– like a twisted, gnawing hunger that you can’t satisfy. Despite everything he’s done, you want him. And that thought is a prison all its own.

Despite staring blankly at the wall, your mind is spinning in circles, cycling through the same thoughts, the same doubts. The asphyxiating room, him, his presence, his everything, his lies. Round and round it goes. A never ending cycle of misery.

Wake up. Serve. Repeat.

The pattern is shattered only by a faint knock, breaking through the gloom that’s settled over your thoughts. You freeze, mind racing as the door creaks open, his presence invading your safe space even before he steps inside. Suguru. His gaze is warm, careful, like he’s treading over broken glass. The sight of him standing there, so familiar, so steady, is a cruel twist of the knife already lodged in your chest.

He is the one to speak first as you lock eyes. “You’ve been in here a lot lately,” he states, his voice low and warm, as though you’re an animal he’s afraid of scaring away. “I thought you’d want some air.”

You look away –still finding his gaze intimidating– finding solace in the quiet pattern on the wall behind him. “I’m fine here,” you reply, your voice steadier than you feel, the words meant to keep him at bay.

He doesn’t move, his amethyst eyes lingering on you, probing, assessing. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable, until he finally steps forward, closer than you want him to be. “You don’t look fine,” he murmurs. There’s a gentleness there, a softness that would’ve once comforted you. Now, it only feels like another layer of the trap. “Things have not been fine since… that happened.”

“What do you want, Suguru?” you ask, barely able to keep the bitterness from your voice.

His hand lifts, reaching toward you, and for a moment you think he’ll touch you. But he stops, his fingers hovering inches from your shoulder before dropping back to his side. His gaze is steady, unflinching, as he searches your face.

“I want you back,” he says firmly, yet the words are tender, like a confession. “I want… what we had.”

You want to laugh at the absurdity of it, at the cruel irony that he could think words like that would fix anything. “You mean you want your weapon back,” you reply, voice empty, laced with bitterness. “You mean you need me to complete your plan. No thanks, I told you I won’t help orchestrate my own demise.”

A flicker of something crosses his face– hurt, maybe, or regret. But he smothers it quickly, his expression hardening. “You’re still here, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice muted yet edged with something that feels like a veiled threat. “Despite everything… you’re here with me– with us.”

His gaze sweeps over you, as though weighing each of your movements, your very presence, taking inventory of what remains after everything he’s revealed. “You’re stronger than all of this. Stronger than anyone else.”

The compliment feels worthless and borderline a sick joke, more of a directive than anything else, a reminder of why he needs you. You feel the bitterness twist in your chest, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“Stronger?” you echo, unable to keep the scorn from your voice. “Just say I’m more obedient. Tamed, even.”

He stiffens, just for a second, his eyes searching yours, and you see something flash in them, but it’s unreadable. His hand lifts as if he’s going to reach for you, but he stops short, letting it fall back to his side– he probably realised you would be uncomfortable with that. “I thought you understood by now,” he speaks with a low voice, practically reprimanding, as if you’re missing something obvious.

“Understood? I’ll never understand your contradictions.” The reply comes out sharper than intended, but you don’t care. “You’re telling me you want me back, yet I’m a part you can toss aside when it’s convenient?”

Suguru’s gaze darkens, his voice dropping to barely more than a whisper. “Do you really believe that?”

“It’s the truth,” you counter, though your voice trembles. “Because it seems like the only thing keeping me here is you. Your cursed technique. And the fact that you don’t have anyone else that can do what I can.”

“Unless, you have found a way to get Rika.” You stare right into his eyes with defiance.

Silence wraps around the room like a fog, thick and stifling. His face shifts, the usual cool calculation cracking just slightly, his eyes sharpening, like he’s calculating a response as much as he’s weighing his next move. But instead of speaking, he steps closer, his presence so overpowering that it feels like a wall pressing against you.

“Then why don’t you leave?” he asks, each word meticulously picked, yet undeniably cutting. “If that’s what you believe, if that’s what you feel, then go.”

The challenge lingers in the air, daring you to defy him. You know what he’s doing, this is another manipulation, another way to keep you tethered, to make you prove your loyalty. And yet, despite yourself, you’re already feeling the pull, that unbearable tug that keeps you in orbit around him.

“I keep telling you, you forget I quite literally can’t leave even if I wanted to, unless I make a huge binding vow,” you raise an eyebrow “I’m not turning myself into fingers like that guy. I have more self respect.”

His face remains unreadable, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that stops you from moving, freezing you in place. He leans in, his voice cracking, a plea masked as a threat. “You don’t want to leave. You wouldn’t know what to do if you did.”

The words hit you like freezing water, but they’re laced with the bitter truth you’ve been avoiding. He’s right, and he knows it. It’s as if he’s laid a trap that only you can walk into, one you helped create without realising. And in that moment, you feel the strength of his control, heavy and binding, a chain you can’t break no matter how hard you pull.

The silence stretches again, and his gaze tenders, just a fraction, as though he’s offering you some form of solace. “And… I also don’t want you to leave,” he murmurs, so quiet you nearly miss it. “Stay by my side, no matter what you think of the plan. Please.”

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he lets out a long sigh, “in fact, I promise not to use my technique on you.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights, only to let out a small “huh”.

Suguru lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he’s ashamed of what he’s about to say, something he never intended to speak aloud. “Being away from you… it wasn’t what I thought it would be,” he admits, voice soft, laced with something close, a regret he can’t hide any longer. “I thought I could make sense of things– figure out where this is all going, what I want. But every time I looked forward, every plan I made… every option…” He trails off, frowning. “You were always there, in every thought. I couldn’t shake it. I just kept missing you.”

He lifts his eyes to yours, and for once, there’s nothing guarded in his gaze, nothing held back. “It’s not just the mission or the plan. It’s you.” His voice trembles, barely, but enough for you to catch it. “And I realised… the world I’m fighting for, the one I keep envisioning– it doesn’t mean anything if you’re not there.”

Your chest tightens, the warmth of his words reaching past the bitterness, stirring something inside you. But then his gaze hardens, and a shadow of conflict passes over his face. “But the future I’m creating… It’s a world without curses. I thought I could look past that, keep going, do anything to stop suffering, but then… I’d be erasing you too, and I realised,” He lets out a hollow laugh, bitter, self-directed. “I don’t want to lose you, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

The air between you thickens, his words echoing in the quiet space, a tension in the atmosphere. There’s a pause, as if he’s wrestling with something deeply ingrained, an inner battle you never thought he’d allow himself to confront. “It’s for the greater good,” he continues, almost as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “But… a world without you, it feels… pointless.”

He steps closer, his hand lifting but stopping just short of touching you, scared you’ll go away. “So I want to make a vow. A real one, something that binds us.” His voice is steady now, his eyes unwavering. “A binding vow, life for life. No manipulation, no cursed technique– just us. If you’ll stay with me, if you choose this… then we’ll be bound. When I finish this, when everything’s done, then we’ll leave this world together. We’ll be together even if the world I want is a place you can’t be.”

The idea of being bound to him in such a way– a lifelink that would keep you together, that would end together– it feels like the choice you’ve been yearning for and dreading all at once. 

“I don’t want to force you into anything, and I’ll never use my technique on you again. I swear it. But stay with me. Be here, really be here, with me.” He holds out his hand, palm open, waiting, “I made a promise to you, that I won’t push you away, and I’m honouring that.”

You hesitate, searching his face, looking for any trace of deception. But all you see is sincerity, a rare, unguarded honesty. Slowly, you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin again, the solidity of his grip. It’s both comforting and terrifying, a final tether that binds you not through force, but through choice.

The vow takes hold, settling between you with a hum of energy that vibrates through every nerve, every inch of your skin until you can feel it weaving itself into the very fabric of your being. You can feel the connection weaving itself into your soul, an unbreakable link that will hold you both together, bound until the end. Suguru’s hand lingers in yours, his gaze relaxing, and in that moment, a faint smile touches his lips– a ghost of the person you once thought he was.

The intensity of the vow fades, leaving you both standing in the quiet aftermath. He lets out a deep, relieved breath, there’s a lightness to his expression, as if some invisible weight has lifted. He squeezes your hand gently, a wordless reassurance that means everything to you.

Wake up. Serve. Repeat.

The cycle, for once, feels different, lighter, happier. You move through the day with the twins, helping them with breakfast, laughing at their endless questions, their small, chaotic worlds filling the silence that used to hang over you like a cloud. Suguru joins you for breakfast, a calm presence at the table, hiding a blush whenever he looks your way.

There’s a moment, fleeting but warm, as Mimiko hands you a clumsily folded paper flower, her face alight with pride. “It’s for you!” she exclaims, beaming, her small hands lifting the fragile gift toward you. You take it, letting a genuine smile soften your features.

“Thank you, Mimiko,” you hum, gently smoothing the creases with your fingers. “It’s beautiful.”

The twins can sense your change in mood, welcoming the new atmosphere with open arms. Mimiko’s face lights up with joy and gives a nod at her sister, and a glint of mischief sparkles in Nanako’s eyes as she leans closer. “Did you and Suguru make up?” she whispers, as if sharing a secret.

Caught off guard, you glance over at him, who sits quietly across the table, observing the exchange with a gentle, almost shy smile. The warmth in his gaze surprises you, and for a moment, you feel a faint, pleasant flutter beneath your ribs.

You nod, keeping your voice gentle as you answer, “Yes, we talked.”

Mimiko and Nanako exchange a wide-eyed look before turning back to you with identical grins. “Yaaay!” they cheer, their voices filling the room with laughter as they throw their arms around each other in celebration. “Does that mean you’ll stay with us forever?” Nanako asks, tilting her head, a hint of hopefulness in her gaze.

Suguru’s eyes flicker to you, an unspoken question lingering there, and you find yourself holding his gaze for a heartbeat longer than you intended. “Yeah… maybe,” you reply softly, reaching out to gently pat Nanako’s head. “For now, I’m here. We’re all together.”

Mimiko’s smile widens as she wraps her arms around you, her voice filled with unguarded excitement. “Good! You have to stay! Suguru’s always happier when you’re here. Right?” She looks up at him expectantly, her innocent question leaving a spark in the air.

He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine, his gaze resting on you with a tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat. “Yes, Mimiko,” he replies, his voice low, steady, calm. “I am. Much happier.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks, but you give the twins a smile, brushing aside the flustered feeling. Mimiko giggles, obviously pleased, while Nanako claps her hands. “Can we all do something fun today?” Nanako suggests, eyes sparkling with excitement as she looks between you and Suguru.

His expression brightens, a rare openness flickering in his eyes as he considers her request. “What do you think?” he asks, turning to you with a smile that feels unguarded, inviting.

The twins look at you expectantly, their hands clasped together in earnest anticipation. You find yourself nodding, the weight of your earlier doubts and worries momentarily lifted in their presence.

“All right,” you say. “We’ll do something together. Just the four of us.”

The twins erupt in cheers, throwing their arms around each other again before darting off to prepare, leaving you and Suguru alone for a brief moment. He watches them disappear down the hallway, then turns back to you, his gaze warm, his eyes holding yours with a quiet, unspoken gratitude.

And you can feel the vow is there, a constant hum beneath your skin, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a chain. It feels like a promise.

The morning unfolds in the same familiar patterns, the routine unchanged yet strangely comforting. He sits nearby, watching the twins chatter as they finish breakfast, his eyes sparkling in a way you’ve rarely seen. You catch his gaze again, and this time, you allow yourself to hold it, a silent understanding passing between you–a fragile peace that, for the first time, feels within reach.

He breaks the silence with a voice so gentle it barely cuts through the chatter. “I missed this. I missed being with you.”

The words are simple, hushed, but they resonate, settling into the quiet space between you. You nod, feeling the truth of it yourself. This–this quiet, shared life–is what you’d forgotten you missed too. For once, the vow feels like more than a bond of necessity; it feels like the beginning of something you’ve both been searching for.

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MDNI 18+ CONTENT, boyfriend!gojo x fem!reader — welcome 2 late night writes with kira :3 !!!!

bf!gojo who holds you in your sleep and plays with your hair, after making you cum all over his dick all night. no matter how sweaty you were, he’d always let you cuddle up next to him.

bf!gojo who hates when people are silently gawking at you in public. so in order to nourish his anger: he finds the nearest secluded area and bends you over the backseat while he stands behind you, absolutely plowing into your cunt with no restraint.

bf!gojo who loves it when you scratch up his back and the look on your pretty face in missionary. he’ll do anything to look at you when you two are intimate. bend you over the kitchen sink and pull your head back, lay you on your knees in front of your full-body mirror, and even record you two so he can rewatch it when he isn’t with you.

bf!gojo who spits all over your sensitive cunt before diving in with full force, eating you out like a starved man and his first meal. he will absolutely ravish it. he just loves the way you unravel because of him. loves the way you’re feeling this good, because of him. when you come undone, he’ll kiss you with your juices dripping down his chin just to rub it in your face (literally). he knows you hate it, but it makes him so cocky.

bf!gojo who’ll pick you up and fuck you against a wall in his foyer after a night out, just because he couldn’t handle not having his hands on you basically all night. he’ll grip your ass in order to hold you up and thrust into you with no regard, the sounds you make and the way you say his name only drive him to go harder.

bf!gojo who lets you lay on his chest as he peppers kisses on the top of your head after you let him absolutely destroy you. gojo, who was just degrading you and abusing your pussy, splays a blanket over the both of you and holds you the entire night until dawn.