#shoko has bisexual eyes

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This is my official petition for Suguru to have red and Shoko to have lavender eyes, spread the word!

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Halloween special/Kinktober! week 4 - Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Gojo Satoru.

Not one, nor two, but three! - Shoko Ieiri, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru.

warnings: foursome, Shoko being mainly a girl-kisser(bisexual but a female lean), Double penetration, face-sitting, semi-public(satoru), best friends with benefits, lesbian&gay shit that happens, black reader, use of the n word.

(she is bisexual but is a female lean, meaning she finds women more attractive than men.)

you n shoko getting dicked down !!

Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo

Usually it was just you and Shoko who hung out together, but since it’s almost Halloween, the boys suggested being together.

And since you and Shoko both knew if you said no, they’d never shut up and keep convincing you guys to say yes, so you just said yes willingly.

So here you guys were waiting for them to get here, you and shoko decided to dress up as the sisters from resident evil. You even have matching lingerie under.

You just were waiting on the two idiots to show up - which they finally did when they knocked at the door. Shoko got up to answer and swung open the door, seeing the two men. Satoru was in a ghostface costume, while Suguru was dressed as the Joker.

Shoko looked over to you, and you looked back at her, were you two hallucinating, they looked fineeeeeeeee. Not that you two would admit that, but what could you say, they looked finer than a mf.

Suguru and Satoru stepped inside and closed the door as Shoko went to go sit down next to you. “Aren't you guys glad we're here? Plus what's a hang-out without us?” Satoru says, smiling as he sat down next to you, while Suguru sat on the other side of you.

“Everything it is without you.” You say, leaning your head onto Shoko, closing your eyes as Satoru poked at your side. You look at him as he grabs your face and kisses you.

You were surprised by how this was how you were going to start off your night, but of course you didn't mind it at all. You push Satoru's face away and immediately went to kiss Shoko.

Shoko pulled you onto her lap and continued to kiss you, Satoru and Suguru were doing the same thing as you two, you looked up to see them and just stared, before mumbling; “gay ass niggas.” you say under your breath before going to kiss Shoko again.

When you said that, it seemed Suguru and Satoru heard that. Satoru grabs you and shoves you face first into the couch. He pushes your dress up and stares at the sight of your ass.

Shoko was in the same position as you, though she was getting fucked by Suguru already, she was a moaning mess. Satoru pulls your underwear to your ankles and positions his dick at your entrance.

His grip on your hips tightened as he pushes himself inside of you, and fucks you at a hard and rough pace. “you think this is gay now?” He questioned, using one of his hands to lift your face as his hips snapped against yours.

“Answer me.” He mumbled into your ear as he only moved at a slow pace, his thrusts slow as shit, making you impatient. “N-no!” You cry out, trying to push your ass back on him for some friction.

But he denied any possible movement from you, his hand gripping the fat of your ass as he began to speed up his pace again.

Meanwhile Suguru was literally fucking Shoko at an inhuman speed just because of that comment, she didn’t say it, but she agreed to it. You two really couldn’t process how fast you started off the night.

“Sugu—ru ! Slow down !” Shoko cried, squirming away from Suguru - or attempting to squirm away, poor girl, being fucked ever so good she has to run from it.

And that’s what he did, he slowed down, letting her squirm away - she didn’t think he’d actually listen, and now that he did, she’s kinda disappointed.

“what? You told me to slow down, so i did, plus you were the one squirming away, no?” Suguru says, looking over to you and Satoru. He was really fucking your brains out.

Shoko rubbed her eyes as if she was hallucinating, she couldn’t be - or maybe Suguru was just being a dickhead.

“you staring at me like you’re not the one who squirmed away” Suguru says, motioning her to come closer. Shoko was so close to an orgasm until he slowed down.

Shoko sighs as she crosses her arms, moving back over to him as she saw Satoru giving you some of the meanest backshots ever. “ ‘Toru! Cum—ming!” You gripped the couch cushion, as you just felt Satoru pick up your hips and sink into your cunt somehow deeper.

Who knew he was such a demon when it came to your soaking cunt? He was ramming into you at an incapable speed and god, did it feel good.

Should I continue this ? I was thinking about doing two parts, but idk !! minor late Halloween special🫶🏽

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best friend gojo who's here to help you with your pms!

pairing : gojo satoru x reader

word count : 2.2k

tags : reader has pms, groping, titty sucking, grinding, clit rubbing, gojo is heavily implied to be the bisexual loser who gets no bitches that he is, nanami mention (who do you think I am after all), a lot of back and forth between him and reader. if not smutty, ik you will find this funny 😁

obviously gojo satoru is more of an active person, he'd rather be outside than inside, but he'd lock himself in jail if that meant he could spend some time with you. that's why he's here, bursting in arms filled with sweet treats. you groan, sitting up, making grabby hands for the gummy bears and he snickers, squeezing your cheek.

"you're not funny, satoru," you mutter, adjusting yourself in bed again.

"but I do get it! once a month, you and I become extremely similar, united by a hunger for sweets!" he laughs, tossing another sweet in the air and catching it with his mouth.

"how the fuck hasn't shoko beat some sense into you to speak to women with more respect," you say, smacking him over the head with a pillow.

the time passes, too slowly for your liking. satoru, to his credit keeps himself busy, chattering on about something or the other. you're busy twisting around in bed for a better position to provide yourself some relief from the random cramps, and satoru cannot help it.

he cannot help himself from staring at you.

all this while, he had been yammering on about anything he could think of, trying to distract himself from you. but here you are, refusing to settle down in one place.

he didn't really know all of the biology of the entire cycle, but he knew enough to figure out that periods come a month away from the last. and if he didn't figure out himself, your bitching was enough for him to know that the time was here.

he had burst into your apartment all cheery to give you some good vibes (and give himself some good vibes), and had walked right into your room to see you looking drained and angry. like he could focus on that when you were just sitting there, looking delicious. 

sure, you look good all the time. of course you dress up when you go clubbing, curves all fitted in a snug dress, hair and face done to the t. but now… god. the heat had made you forgo the usual hoodie or baggy shirt you'd pull on and you had instead worn an old tank top with a pair of booty shorts which you had announced you only put on because you heard him come in.

like damn who asked you to do that, but whatever makes you comfortable.

but.

your tits. your tits. your tits. your tits had swollen up, as they do every period, and they were trapped and straining against the tank top you had thrown on, which was obviously not built for the extra curve of them. and your nipples, fuck. they poked through the material, hard, prominent and enticing.

he sneaks another peak at them, and his eyes nearly fall out of his fucking head when he saw that in all the time he was lost in his thoughts, mindlessly blabbering, you're grabbing them.

round, juicy tits were in your hands, and you are squeezing them periodically, with your eyes closed, breathing slowly. he watches the cleavage peeking out of your neckline, the bulge of your boobs bouncing up and down as and when you squeezed them, and the little sighs that you keep giving. he gulps.

before he knows it, more like a horny panic response, he reaches forward and jabs your thigh. 

“ow, what the fuck?” 

your eyes fly open and you stare at satoru, who himself has no clue what the fuck just happened. and your hands. your hands are still grabbing your fucking tits.

“you weren't listening to my story,” he manages, his tongue thick and useless in his mouth.

you look like you could slap him. he would accept that. he wishes he could slap himself. 

“the fucking story about how you charmed your way to the front of the line at the coffee shop (not starbucks, fuck starbucks) once again? that fucking story?”

he just has to soldier through this. “yeah, that story! it's impressive to make your way past the old coffee addicted coots before their 9 to 5. if you want to massage your tits that bad do it on your own time!”

oh no. now he's said it. he’s brought attention to the the melons- elephant in the room.

“you are so useless,” you hiss. “you useless, useless man.” you are rising onto your knees and making your way closer to him. 

his eyes widen as he leans back. he chuckles nervously. “hey, i'm not entirely useless. i mean, i can take away your period, but just for -”

your hand shoots out and grabs his face. “if you pull that pathetic playboy shit on me right now i'm gonna slap you so hard you'll see stars,” you whisper.

satoru doesn't dare breathe, the space between you two is so small, lips almost touching, your breasts heaving. 

“how big?”

“wh- what?” he stutters. 

men and women and almost everyone who has laid eyes on him have tried to smooth talk him, and here he is, stuttering for you. 

“how big are they?”

oh! your tits! your fucking tits!

“big. bigger. bigger than usual. beautiful.” he muddles.

you huff, and seem to relax a bit. “good,” you say, pulling back a little. “now use them.”

with that, you turn away and plop down right in front of him, ass pushed against his crotch, and he can just hope that you don’t feel how hard he is right now. 

“what,” he says again, stupidly. yes, he always dreamed of this day. no, he didn't know what the fuck was going on.

“your hands satoru. use your hands! you keep comparing hand sizes with me, so use your big fucking hands to massage me!”

his hands. his stupid hands. okay.

“jeez just say that, you tease. and here i thought that i could feel up a girl after so long,” he jokes, the only way he knows how to get out of this situation, his face still hot. he grabs your shoulders and squeezes haphazardly, “juicy tits are rare to come by, after all i can only jump nanami so many times before he -” 

you grab his hands from your shoulders and pull them from the back around your body to your tits and squeeze. 

“oh,” you moan. “oh god, that's good.”

you're too deep in the sauce to notice that satoru's brain's been fried. his fingers just follow your directions, fingertips digging into the plush flesh, while you moan away. you tip your head back, eyes closed. he stares at you, the relief you’re in and how you're openly just using him for your own gain so unabashedly. your head hits his shoulder, causing your eyes to open slightly, making direct eye contact with him. that snaps him out of the daze that he's in.

“yeah?’ he mutters, his voice low, “you like that?”

“uh huh,” you nod, eyes not leaving his.

“all right cutie,” he chuckles, “i'll give you what you want.”

he finally goes with the flow and starts massaging. his big hands circle around each breast, gathering them entirely, and squeezing. his thumbs grind down on the neglected sides of your tits in circles, pulling out an unexpected moan from you.

“oh, that was good!”

“yeah? tell me more,” he says, steadily pushing them in and out.

“they were just- just so sore, toru. and yesterday i was out the entire day, and you know i had to wear a bra because i can't just not wear a bra! so they were so so restricted and tied up! so obviously i don't wear a bra when i'm at home -”

he knows. he's seen. 

“- but i don't know, the soreness just somehow feels different and worse now? because they so heavy and swollen, and they're hanging down, nothing to hold ‘em up!”

“aww, poor baby. why didn't you tell me earlier, huh?” he asks, working his way around your breasts.

“i don't know… my head's been so fuzzy, and my cramps are pretty bad too.”

“well that's okay cutie. i'll be there from now on, yeah?” he whispers into your ear. even beyond his own horniness, he really does want to help you. he didn't know he too could benefit from this though.

“yeah… thank - oh!” you shriek.

“what?”

“my nipples, oh, they're just too sore, toru! you need to be gentle!” you huff.

“‘m sorry baby, i'll be more careful, kay?” he mutters, looking down at your hard nipples, poking through the strained material of your tank top. since today has been full of miracles for him, he decides to push his luck. “can i… can i see ‘em?”

see them? you had definitely been lost in the bliss of the situation to see the realness of it. to see that the line between friendship and the light flirting that had been going on between you and satoru off late had been getting blurrier by the moment. you are too horny and in need of pain (and horny) relief to be thinking clearly. 

“nothing has to change, kay?’’ whispers satoru into your ear. “it's just you and me… and your tits between us, obviously” he giggles, nipping your ear a bit.

you look at him. things would change, you decide, looking at the slightly dizzy look he has, his eyes lidded, lip between his teeth. he's easier to read than he thinks he is. knowingly, you nod.

“atta girl,” he whispers, positively buzzing with excitement. he pushes himself off from behind you, instead laying you down on the pillow he was leaning on and coming to the front. “atta fucking girl.”

he slides down your body, tossing away the blanket that was loosely thrown over your legs, showing your thighs and your shorts hiked up enough for them to just look like underwear. he wants to settle his face onto them so badly, but that's a task for another day. for now, he looks up. 

you're looking down at him, your usually pissy face wide eyed, waiting for him to make his next move. he can't help but smirk at how cute you look, especially considering how much you gag or at least pretend to gag whenever he flirts with you. 

“i'm gonna lift this up, okay?” he tells you, holding the hem of your tank top.

you nod.

he pulls the hem up, up and over your tits, exposing them. the air hits your nipples, causing them to pebble even more. 

“fuck,” he whispers, his eyes wide and unblinking. “fuck baby, they're beautiful.”

“they're all swollen and… stuff,” you mutter, not knowing what to say.

he reaches forward and grabs the two mounds, one in each hand. 

“hi!” he says to the one in his right hand, jiggling it, “hi!” he says, now to the left one, jiggling that one too.

“satoru, you're such a dor- oh!”

he's opened his mouth and latched onto your right nipple, his wet, warm mouth, enveloping the smaller, tender bud. years of sucking on lollipops, and other things, makes him really, really good at this. eyes closed, he sucks and sucks, tongue circling the nipple and lapping it up. the pointy, sensitive bud is soothed by his constant suckling, causing you to moan out loud. that finally gets him to open his eyes and gaze back at you, pausing his administration. 

“i'm such a dork, huh?”

“shut up, god!”

“no god, just satoru gojo,” he says smarmily, nuzzling into your other boob, his hair tickling your neck, and under your chin.

you smack his head and he snickers. he goes back to suckling on your tits, plump lips leaving a trail of shiny gloss on your tits as he kisses them away. his hand continues to massage your other tit, and his other hand is, well… gripping your thigh.

“satoru,” you gasp, but he pays no heed. you push him away from you slightly. “satoru!”

that breaks him out of his daze, looking up at you. “did i do something?”

“could you um… could we grind?” you whisper.

“i can touch your pussy?” he ask hungrily, eyes gleaming.

“no!” you yelp, “not directly at least, we aren't there yet. but could i… grind on you for a bit?”

“fuck yeah you can!” he almost shouts. he pulls his leg up, his knee pushing against your clit.

with how sensitive and horny you are, that little move makes you moan, sending shivers up your body. and this bratty demon descends upon you immediately. he’s back to suckling on your tit, while the other hand massages your other one, gently pulling your nipple now and then. the sensitivity added with the gentle tugging creates a delicious sort of slightly painful yet soothing delight. your back arches and he most definitely cannot be comfortable in his position to satisfy you in every place all at once but he doesn't even pause for a moment, not letting up on his knee grinding on your clit. 

“satoru, satoru, slow down,” you gasp, the sensitivity knowing no bounds.

“no,” he replies “i don't get to see you in your panties even! i'm taking whatever i caaan,” he says in a sing song way, going back to his sucking.

“fuck you!” you gasp, writhing at this point.

he makes a sound that you cannot decipher, and moves his hand from your thigh to your clit, pinching it, eyes flitting up to see your reaction.

“fuck! fuck!” you exclaim, “more, toru, please!"

"yeah baby?" he asks, rubbing which circles around your clit, as if he would ever hesitate to give you anything, ever. he looks down at you, the state you're in. tank top pushed all the way up, uncovering your breasts, your soft tits jiggling up and down, as you grind down to meet his fingers. and as he looks down to his fingers, he sees the prominent lips of your pussy through your shorts as his fingers pressed unwavering against your little clit. one day. he is so close.

you are so close.

the heat in your body is building up, the pressure in your tummy rising. the band stretches tighter and tighter and satoru, that evil boy is only enjoying this. your period addled brain cannot ever string together an insult to throw his way, and instead you wantonly moan, motioning for him to come closer.

he leans in, an eyebrow quicker up.

"kiss," you whisper. "needta kiss you toru."

that takes him by surprise. 

"of- course you can, pretty girl," he whispers back, "been dreaming of this day".

with that, your lips meet, and it's immediately sloppy and desperate. tongue and gloss and indignance from both sides have your eyes rolled to the back of your head soon enough, so much so that you don't even realize that you've let go of the pressure that was building up, the band snapping.

with a gasp, you orgasm, shaking against satoru, who doesn't even seem to be phased. he's taken lapping and nipping against your lips as you come down from the high. your shaky fingers come to grasp his toned arms.

"hmm, how's that for some pms relief, huh?" he mutters against you, laying himself on you gingerly, making sure he isn't squishing your tits accidentally. "good job, both of you," he says, looking at your tits.

"and good job to you too, cutie," he says, looking up to you. he looks content and smug. "still think I'm a dork after all that?"

you pull a face, too sleepy and too, well whipped to insult him. he looks so sexy and adorable at the same time. proud and happy and eager all at once, his hair sticking up. you reach out to ruffle his hair and pull his ear. 

"you're not off of massaging duty though. I have a full night's sleep to catch up on after I clean myself up," you grunt, pushing yourself off of the bed to go to the bathroom. 

satoru follows you, like a puppy. 

you turn back to look at him. "are you gonna um… take care of yourself?"

"yeah, about that," he mutters, looking away, his hands hovering over the crotch of his sweatpants. "you don't have to worry about that- "

you yank his hands away from his crotch to reveal a dark stain down the front of it.

"you fucking dork!" you exclaim, laughing "you came just from that? I didn't even touch you!"

"yeah yeah, laugh all you want, after using me like that" he rolls his eyes, his cheeks pink. 

"when did you even come?"

he remains quiet.

"satoru," you egg on gleefully, almost forgetting all the pain you are in.

"there was a lot of precum when you first made me grab your tits… and then I came when I… when I saw em bare for the first time," he trails off.

you smack his shoulder. "you pathetic boy!" you laugh, "is that why you wouldn't let up on me"

"fuck off, you're such a meanie, and after I just gave you the best time ever!" he shouts, closing his ears, dashing past you to the bathroom. 

you follow him, and he's kicking off his sweatpants and pulling off his underwear. "don't look!" he shrieks, face red. 

"I'm not looking" you laugh, turning away and beginning to change too. "I just wanna get cleaned up and go back to sleep."

he grunts. "can I -"

"can you what?"

you see the tips of his ears are pink as he throws one of the many pairs of shorts he left at your place before. 

"can I suck on your right tit and jiggle your left one while you sleep and after that maybe put my head between your thi- "

"satoru!"

first smut fic yay!

comments, likes, reblogs and excited rambling tags are HIGHLY APPRECIATED! ❤

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Little Miss Nobody Part 3 - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’re a weak, lowly sorcerer who barely qualifies as an assistant, but you get the opportunity to work on a mission that includes THE Gojo Satoru. Unbeknownst to you, he finds you incredibly attractive despite privately looking down on you as a nobody. On the last night of the mission, he invites you to his hotel room. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Any feedback or comments whatsoever is greatly appreciated! Thank you to @doumadono for the name Mystigram!

Smut. 18+. Gojo x short/thick/curvy fem Reader. Rough sex, oral sex (69), implied bondage/use of toys, mention of Gojo being bisexual. Just pretend the Shibuya Incident never happened!

You allowed yourself to grieve for one week. You took time off from work and spent those days crying, yelling at no one about how much of an asshole Gojo was, and eating ice cream from the carton to numb your pain. Once the week was over, you cleaned up, went back to work, and returned to your normal daily life. 

It still hurt to think about him, and despite your best efforts not to, you did still have the occasional intrusive thought. Sometimes you wondered if he regretted anything he said to you, or if he simply regretted ever meeting you. Sometimes you wondered what kind of mission he might be on and who was in his hotel room with him. Sometimes you dreamed about him, dreamed of his hands gripping your hips, his cock rough and powerful between your thighs. 

In a weak moment you decided to check his page on Mystigram. A few particularly tech savvy sorcerers had made a social media site just for Jujutsu sorcerers. It began as a way for sorcerers to stay connected to their coworkers and share information, but it had grown to be something used for networking, planning social outings, and getting to know sorcerers from different branches.  

You’d looked at Gojo’s page before of course, back before you met him, when you were just a curious fan. He mostly shared memes about Jujutsu society, pictures from the places he’d traveled for work, and photos of the various treats and desserts he discovered at different restaurants and shops. There were occasional selfies, almost always with his sunglasses rather than his blindfold, and a few photos of him with friends. He often had his arms casually thrown around Ieiri Shoko and Nanami Kento, with both of them generally looking annoyed. 

You scrolled through his page, feeling desperate and pathetic as you searched for any sign that he felt anything at all about what happened between you. Even him sharing a vague, sort of sad quote or meme would have satisfied you. There was a four day period immediately following your last encounter where he didn’t post anything at all, but he could have simply been busy with work. 

One of his most recent posts was a selfie of him pulling down his shades and looking at the camera with gorgeous, bedroom eyes. It was the first one you’d seen with his eyes clearly visible, and it made you ache in more ways than one. The caption read, “The real reason I keep my eyes covered is to keep the whole world from instantly falling in love with me!” What a Gojo thing to say. 

His students had responded with laughing emojis (and in a couple of cases, barfing emojis). Ieiri Shoko commented with only a gif of a woman dramatically rolling her eyes. Nanami Kento commented with one word: “Disgusting.” You found the interactions charming, but also felt sad when you realized you’d never be a part of that group, a part of Gojo’s life. You’d never be able to casually talk and joke with him like the others did. 

Just once, during a night when you couldn’t sleep, you actually wondered if you should have just let him keep using you for sex. You thought about the “weekend of debauchery” he’d mentioned and imagined what it would have been like. Did he really want to tie you up in his basement? And why did the thought of that make you wet? 

You finally fell asleep right after thinking these things, and had a nightmare in which he kept telling you how unworthy you were to be his girlfriend, as he walked off with a glamorous, powerful woman on his arm. 

When you awoke, you had renewed resolve that you made the right decision to walk away from him.

Nearly a month after your second time sleeping with him, you crossed paths with him on the street. He was wearing his blindfold, but he pulled it down as he stopped in front of you and asked how you were doing. 

You wished he hadn’t. You didn’t want to see his eyes. You gave a vague, cordial reply and continued walking down the street, taking deep and steady breaths to keep yourself from bursting into tears until you could get far enough down the street to dart into a cafe. You bought a coffee just for an excuse to be there, but left it untouched on the counter and instead rushed into the restroom to cry in private. 

Seeing him hurt. Hearing his voice hurt. The fact that he didn’t seem bothered at all, that he had absolutely no hesitation in speaking to you, as if you were just friendly acquaintances, hurt. Deeply. But you pulled yourself together, dried your eyes, and walked out of the cafe with your head up. 

It would take time to fully heal, as all wounds to the heart did. 

Three weeks later, you met a grade one sorcerer on a mission who asked you to have dinner with him sometime. His name was Haruto, and he was kind to you. Handsome in a completely different way than Gojo, he was respected and liked among the assistants for his down to earth attitude. You accepted the dinner invite, and soon after, the two of you began dating. 

You liked him, but so far you hadn’t fallen in love with him. You kept waiting to feel that burning passion you felt for Gojo, that ache to be in his arms, but it hadn’t happened yet. Still, a slow burn romance might be a better fit for you, and you enjoyed Haruto’s company enough to date him a while longer and decide how you felt. It was clear that he wanted to be intimate with you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that yet, not so soon after your experience with Gojo. But Haruto was patient, never pressuring you. 

As time passed by and the season changed from autumn to winter, you thought less and less about Gojo.

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Gojo wasn’t dealing with the fallout from his last hookup with Little Miss Nobody very well. He’d went through several different reactions, from anger at her for saying the things she said to guilt for saying the things he said to her. At first he tried to convince himself that he’d done nothing wrong. He’d been honest with her about the sort of relationship they could have. His only mistake was in telling her that after fucking her again. 

Just like before, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Despite being busier than ever with missions and his teaching job, his mind kept wandering to her. He worried she would do something reckless on a mission. She wasn’t a fighter, but she clearly wouldn’t hesitate to endanger herself to save someone. He admired the courage that took, but he found himself wishing she would just be a coward from now on. She didn’t have the strength to back up that desire to protect. 

Sometimes he laid awake at night, jacking off while remembering their encounters. It was almost too easy to get off, picturing her with her hands tied behind her back, her face pressed into the pillows. Every time he wore his blindfold, he remembered how it had looked around her wrists. 

Then, he saw her on the street one day. He spotted her from across the road, but she hadn’t noticed him yet. She looked like every wet dream he’d ever had, jeans tight over her perfect ass, a form-fitting sweater with a cutout right over her ample cleavage. She looked soft and squeezable. Pliable. His first thought was that he wanted to pull her into his arms and just hold her. His second was that he wanted to hear her voice. 

He crossed the road and approached her, trying to act as casual as possible. When she looked at him, there was an instant where she looked stunned, but she quickly covered that up with a pleasant smile. He pulled his blindfold down and said, “Hey, how’ve you been?”

It was petty of him, he knew, but he knew she liked his eyes. He wanted her to see them again, perhaps to make her want him again. There were plenty of hotels in the area and-

“I’ve been good,” she said, her face frozen in that same mild expression. “Thank you for asking.”  

And then she was gone, walking away quickly and then going into a cafe down the street. He thought briefly of following her, trying to talk to her again, but abandoned the idea. She clearly didn’t want to talk to him, and he wouldn’t press her into a situation that upset her. 

He’d left feeling frustrated, in several different ways. Finally, he grew desperate enough to talk to his friend about what was going on. But when he’d gone to Shoko for advice, she had been blunt with him as usual. 

“Are you a fucking moron?”

He gaped at her. “Huh?!”

Shoko took a drag of her cigarette and regarded him with a withering stare. “You find a girl who’s sweet, brave, laughs at your shitty jokes, who fucking bakes, and likes it rough? And you manage to screw it up? You’re hopeless.”

Gojo was sitting on a bench in the outdoor area of the high school, near some vending machines. He leaned back, slapping his forehead as Shoko stood beside him. “I don’t know where I screwed up,” he said, “I just told her the truth.”

“You told her she wasn’t good enough for you immediately after fucking her. Do you think anyone wants to hear that?”

He glanced up at his friend. “I didn’t say that to her.”

Shoko met his eyes. “Did you deny it?”

He sat there silently for a moment, thinking. “I didn’t know how to respond to that,” he finally said. “I don’t think she’s not good enough for me. If anything, she’s way too good.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“It’s not about her as a person, or even me as a person. Maybe I’m being a narcissistic asshole. But I feel like I should be with someone closer to my level in terms of status, you know?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t know.”

Gojo sighed. “I just… can’t imagine myself with an assistant who can barely use cursed energy. She’s weak. She’s not from a sorcerer family…”

“Geto wasn’t from a sorcerer family,” Shoko pointed out. “That didn’t seem to bother you.”

Gojo looked at her suddenly. Shoko rarely mentioned their departed friend. “Suguru was strong. At one point as strong as me,” he replied. 

“So?” Shoko asked. “A lot of people would call me weak. I sure as hell can’t fight.”

He stared at her, realizing she was making excellent points. Why did it matter what someone’s status was? He never cared about status when it came to picking friends, so why care now? Maybe he had to face the fact that he’d gotten too full of himself over the years. He’d started looking down on those who were weak within Jujutsu society, even if he felt no ill will toward them. 

He looked at Shoko, who was a precious friend, and couldn’t imagine looking down on her, even though she was exponentially weaker than him. Then he remembered Little Miss Nobody’s crying face, and he realized how monumentally stupid he’d been. 

“I seriously fucked up, didn’t I?”

Shoko exhaled, smoke drifting around her face. “Sure did.”

He leaned forward on the bench, resting his hands on his thighs. “Any ideas on how to fix this?”

“For starters, you better be damn sure of what you want,” she told him. “I’m serious, Gojo. Don’t toy with her again. Don’t contact her, don’t stir up her feelings, and for God’s sake don’t fuck her unless you’re sure you want to start something serious with her.”

Gojo nodded. “I’m sure.” He’d never felt more certain of anything. He saw her face everywhere he looked. He heard her voice in his dreams. He hadn’t even been able to fuck anyone else since her. He’d tried once and couldn’t finish, and boy was that embarrassing. 

“Then call her,” Shoko said. “Apologize, tell her you were wrong.”

“I don’t have her number,” Gojo said, remembering with a small degree of shame how she’d shyly offered it to him after their first time together and how he’d rejected it. 

“We can probably find it,” Shoko told him, digging into the pocket of her white coat for her cell phone. “I have a couple of friends who work at her branch.”

Gojo perked up, listening as Shoko called someone and made a bit of small talk before asking if they knew Little Miss Nobody. Shoko gave him a thumbs up, and asked the person to text the number over. Then he heard Shoko say, “Oh, she is? Right now?”

After the call ended, Shoko said, “They’re sending the number over but they said she’s in Tokyo right now. She’s supposedly meeting some friends for drinks at that bar for sorcerers in Ikebukuro.”

Gojo stood up. This was the perfect opportunity. He could talk to her in person, apologize properly and see if this could be fixed. He knew exactly where the bar was, having gone there to hang out with Shoko and Utahime just one week prior. He thanked Shoko for her help and hurried over to the bar. 

It wasn’t very crowded yet when Gojo arrived. It was late afternoon, and customers wouldn’t start pouring in until at least seven. He scanned the room for her when he first walked in, and quickly spotted her sitting amongst several other sorcerers in a corner booth. She was smiling, and he was glad to see her happy. 

He took a seat at the bar and ordered a soda, then tried to keep from attracting any attention. It didn’t happen all the time, but occasionally people recognized him and acted like they’d seen a celebrity. He supposed he was the closest thing Jujutsu society had to a celebrity, and while he usually found it flattering to be approached in that way, today he hoped no one noticed him. He planned to wait for her to go to the rest room or even to the bar. He didn’t want to approach her when she was surrounded by people. 

So he sat, and waited, and watched. After several minutes, he noticed that the man sitting to her right was a little too handsy with her. The man kept touching her arm and subtly leaning closer to her. Gojo didn’t like that, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was a little naive about things like that, so maybe she didn’t even notice. 

But the more he watched and listened, the more a knot tied itself together in his stomach. She was also leaning toward the man, giggling at something he said, playfully slapping his arm. Then, the man threw his arm around her, and she smiled, doing nothing to push it away. 

The realization hit Gojo like a punch to the face. She was with this man, romantically. Gojo was too late. He’d spent too much time being an egotistical jackass, and now she’d moved on. He couldn’t blame her. She had the right to pursue happiness with someone else. But where did that leave him? He sighed and lowered his head. For the first time in his life he considered trying to get drunk. 

He heard chattering from her table and glanced over. Little Miss Nobody, as well as the rest of the women in the group, were leaving together. Something about going to see a movie together. Gojo moved to the other side of the bar before they got near, making sure not to be seen. He watched her walk out, and it felt like she was stomping on his heart with each step she took. 

The thought occurred to him that he could potentially take her away from the man. If Gojo talked to her, maybe she’d decide she liked him more. But should he do that? She seemed happy. What right did he have to burst back into her life and possibly screw it up?

While he sat there, deep in thought, he almost didn’t notice the man she’d been with coming to sit at the bar, just a few seats down. But he did notice, and he couldn’t help paying attention to him. 

The man’s friend, the only other man who’d been at the table, sat down next to him. 

“Any luck yet?” the friend asked. 

The man shook his head and took a drink from his glass. “Nope. She’s still holding out. I think she’s hung up on some ex boyfriend or something, but she won’t say it.”

Gojo’s ears felt like they were on fire. His full attention was now on this conversation, but he sipped his Coke and pretended not to be listening. 

The friend laughed. “Sucks to be you, dude. You score a hot girlfriend and can’t even fuck her.”

The man laughed too. “I’ll wear her down. She’ll be sucking my dick soon enough.”

Gojo’s hand gripped the glass so hard, he had to force himself to calm down to avoid shattering it. 

Then the friend said something else, and Gojo felt his skin prickling with rage. 

“Don’t forget to record it when you finally get her naked. You promised you’d show off the goods.”

The man nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ve got cameras hid around my bedroom already. She doesn’t have a clue.”

“Good,” the friend replied, “cause I’ve been dying to see those tits for months.”

They both laughed, and Gojo stood up from his seat. He walked the few steps over to the two men and stood looming over them. He was wearing sunglasses instead of his blindfold, but he was still recognizable to most people who noticed him. The man she’d been with gaped up at him. “Gojo?”

Gojo grinned widely. “I couldn’t help but overhear you guys,” he said in a friendly tone. “Can you share those recordings with me when you make them?”

The men glanced at each other, looking like students who’d been caught smoking by a teacher who then asked for a cigarette. 

“You… want me to send you recordings? Of my girlfriend?”

Gojo’s grin was probably becoming more frightening as the moments passed. “Well you’re sharing them with your buddy, right? What’s one more?”

The man shrugged, still looking a little uneasy. “Sure, why not? Give me your number.”

Gojo kept staring at him. “So she has no idea you plan to do this?”

The man must have mistaken Gojo’s slightly unhinged expression for perversion. He laughed and said, “She’s clueless. Totally naive. Wait till you see her! Huge tits, fat ass, cute face. She’d be a perfect porn star.”

The friend chuckled and added, “Hell, I guess she will be after this. We could make a fortune selling the videos!”

That was enough. That was all Gojo could bear to listen to. He’d let the guy dig a big enough hole for himself. “Call her,” he said in a low voice, and both men looked at him with confusion. 

“What?”

Gojo’s smile was gone. He pulled off his shades and glared at the man. “Call her. Tell her you need to see her in private. It’s urgent.”

The man didn’t move, he just stared up at Gojo as if he’d sprouted another head. 

Gojo leaned down. “I think she has the right to know about this, don’t you?”

The man looked positively horrified. A bead of sweat ran down his face. “You want me to tell her? I can’t do that! She’ll-“

Gojo looked at the man the way he would look at a curse that had just attacked him, and the man’s words died in his throat. Gojo put one hand on the man’s shoulder. “I said call her. Right fucking now.”

The man’s fingers were trembling as he pulled his phone from his pocket. As he began dialing, Gojo pointed at the friend. “And you, if you ever so much as glance at her again, I’ll rip your eyeballs out of your fucking head.”

****************

You were standing in line with three of your friends to buy tickets for a movie when one of them asked how things were going with Haruto.

“Okay I guess,” you answered. “I’m still not sure how I feel about him. I like him, but I don’t think I’m in love with him.”

Your friend Sumi smiled reassuringly. “Give it a little more time. You guys are still getting to know each other.”

Aiko, another friend that you had been on many missions with, sighed and patted your back. “You’re still holding out for Gojo Satoru, aren’t you?”

Sumi and the third friend Keiko looked surprised, and you instantly reddened. “Huh? Gojo? What do you mean?”

Sumi asked, looking from Aiko to you. 

“They hooked up,” Aiko said, “twice.”

You looked at her with wide eyes. You’d never told her about that. “How did you know?”

She grinned. “Actually I just suspected it, but now you’ve confirmed it.”

You winced, but she laughed and went on. “The first mission we were all three on, you left the sushi joint with his arm around you on the last night. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Especially with his reputation. Then the second time, you two disappeared together in the middle of a mission.”

Sumi and Keiko stared at you for a moment. When you didn’t deny anything Aiko said, they launched into a string of rapid questions. 

“How was it?”

You shrugged. “Uh, nice?”

“Is he good in bed?”

“…. Yes.”

“Does he really have a huge dick?”

You blushed, but nodded, and the girls made a squealing sound. 

“I heard he keeps his sunglasses on during sex. Is that true?”

“I asked him to take them off,” you answered. 

“Can’t believe you scored him twice,” Aiko said, interrupting the interrogation. “From what I’ve heard, he never sleeps with the same person more than once.”

You blinked. “Really?”

Aiko nodded. “Yeah, he’s a one and done kinda guy. Guess he doesn’t want to get serious with anyone. Speaking of which, you should be careful. Don’t get too involved with him. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to settle down, from what everyone says about him.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.”  You gave a vague answer. Aiko had no idea what had really happened between you and Gojo. You hadn’t realized that being a repeat lover for him was so rare. You wondered what the girls would think if they knew he’d invited you to spend the weekend at his place. 

But all that was over, you reminded yourself. You and Gojo were over. You had more respect for yourself than to be flattered by a guy, even one as amazing as Gojo, wanting to use you as a sex friend. 

Your phone suddenly rang, and you fished it out of your purse to see who the caller was, thankful for the distraction. It was Haruto, and you felt a little guilty that you’d just been talking and thinking about another man. You answered, and his voice sounded strained on the other end. 

“I need to see you,” he was saying, the words coming out a little too quickly. “It’s urgent.”

“Right now? But we were just together,” you said, confusion building in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t just trying to get you in bed. His attempts had started to feel a little pushy lately. 

“It’s important,” he said. “I’ve rented a hotel room near the bar so we can talk privately.”

“Haruto, I’m really not comfortable going to a hotel with you.”

“It’s not what you’re thinking, I swear,” he told you, his voice sounding frantic. “I just… need to talk to you. And it has to be in person. Okay?”

You sighed. “Alright. If it’s just to talk.”

After you ended the call, you got a text from Haruto with the name of the hotel and the room number. You told your friends what happened and waved goodbye to them before heading back to see what was so urgent. 

As you walked down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, you felt a faint feeling of panic, like something might be very wrong. Had Haruto received bad news? Or perhaps he’d grown tired of waiting and had decided to break up with you. The thought made you feel relieved rather than worried, and you thought that was a bad sign for your relationship. 

You reached room 404 and took a deep breath before knocking. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Haruto stood on the other side. He looked terrible! His face was damp with sweat, his skin was pale, his eyes darted about like a frightened animal’s. “Haruto?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

He stepped back and motioned you in without a word. When you stepped through the door, your breath caught in your throat. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed was Gojo. No blindfold or sunglasses, which was rare, and his face looked deadly serious, which was even more rare. He stood up as Haruto shut the door behind you. 

“Gojo? What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

Gojo’s expression softened when he looked at you. “I overheard your boyfriend talking to his buddy at the bar after you left. I think you deserve to know what he was saying.”

You looked curiously at Haruto. He wrung his hands nervously and looked at the floor. 

“Haruto,” Gojo said, and there was a coldness to his tone that you’d never heard before. It was like that one word alone was the most terrifying threat in the world. 

Haruto nearly jumped at the sound, then he finally looked you in the face. “Alright! Fuck it, I’ll admit it! I have cameras hidden all over my bedroom. I was gonna record us whenever I could talk you into sleeping with me!”

You stared at him, hearing the words but not processing them. “Record us? What are you talking about?”

“I was gonna make videos of you without telling you,” he said. 

Gojo chimed in. “Tell her what you were gonna do with the videos, Haruto.”

Haruto was avoiding your gaze again. “I was gonna share them with my friends. And maybe sell them online.”

Ah. So that was it. He didn’t like you. He didn’t care about you at all. He just wanted to sleep with you, just like Gojo. Just like all the guys who approached you in high school and even now. Only this was much worse. He wanted to share your intimate moments with others against your will. Thank god you hadn’t slept with him. 

You glared at him, your face feeling hot with humiliation and your eyes becoming wet. All this had to happen in front of Gojo! Haruto took a step toward you. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t-“

“Stop,” you said, cutting him off. “I don’t want to hear another word. Stay away from me.”

He must have known you were serious by the look on your face. His expression changed from guilt to annoyance. “Fine. Whatever. I was only interested in you for your tits anyway. Not like you’ve got anything else I want.” 

Gojo stepped over to Haruto and shoved him toward the door. “Alright, you can get the fuck out now, you useless piece of shit.”

Haruto flinched at the harshness of Gojo’s voice, and was out the door in seconds. Now alone in the room with Gojo, you turned your back to him so he couldn’t look at your face. You were already embarrassed enough. 

“Thank you for warning me about him,” you said, trying and failing to keep your voice steady. You wanted to leave, but you also wanted to give Haruto enough time to be gone by the time you got down to the hotel lobby. You definitely didn’t want to run into him again. 

You heard Gojo’s footsteps coming closer to you, then his voice, so much softer than before, asking, “Are you okay?”

Wiping your eyes, you turned to face him, surprised that he was already so close. “I’ll be fine,” you said with a fake smile plastered on your mouth. Then you stepped toward the door to leave. 

Gojo suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Wait,” he said, “I was at the bar tonight because I knew you’d be there. I wanted to talk to you.”

You pulled your hand free of his gentle grip. Tears were still burning your eyes. “Please, I can’t handle this right now,” you told him. 

“Handle what?”

“You telling me again how I don’t meet your standards but you’ll lower yourself enough to fuck me sometimes. I get it, okay? Just please leave me alone.”

Gojo just stared at you, a hurt expression on his face. “I guess I deserve that,” he said. “But no, I came to apologize. I was wrong. I was an idiot, a dumbass, whatever you wanna call me. I said a lot of stupid shit that hurt you, and I’m sorry. If it’s not too late, could we start over?”

Your heart was doing flip flops. You’d longed to hear him say those words, but… after what just happened with Haruto, you had to be more careful. 

You looked away from him, not wanting to let him charm you with those beautiful eyes of his. “Do you want me as a sex friend?

Or something more?”

He moved closer, close enough to put his hands on your shoulders. “You’re all I can think about when we’re apart. I miss the way we talked during that first mission, the way you laughed. I want us to go back to that. I want to see where this goes. So I guess I’m asking if you’ll be my girlfriend.”

You turned away from him. “I’d love to, but I can’t be a secret, Gojo. If you can’t tell anyone about us-“

“I’ll tell the whole world!”

You looked at his face. “What?”

He looked totally serious. “I’ll tell everyone. I want everyone to know.”

You almost dove into his arms, but something held you back. “It’s easy to say that here, right now, in a hotel room. Will you still say that in the morning?”

He hesitated for a moment, and you felt that familiar sense of dread. But then he pulled out his phone and closed the distance between you. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled your face closer to his, then he kissed your cheek. At the same time, his other hand held up his phone and took a selfie of the two of you.  

He pulled away and began tapping on his phone, leaving you stunned into silence. Then, your phone chimed. You pulled it out and found a notification that you’d been tagged in a post on Mystigram. With trembling fingers, you opened it to see. 

Gojo had posted the picture of him kissing your cheek to his page, and tagged you in it. The caption read: “Me and my hot girlfriend! Try not to be jealous!”

Your eyes flew back to his face. He was grinning at you. The post started getting comments immediately. 

Itadori Yuji: Congrats, sensei! 😁

Kugisaki Nobara: Ugh, she’s way too pretty for you! 

Ieiri Shoko: Try not to fuck this up.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. But you had one more question. 

“What made you change your mind?”

Gojo was laughing as he read over the comments pouring in. “Oh, it just took Shoko talking some sense into me. I was going crazy, worrying about you being on missions, wondering what you were doing, craving your homemade sweets… so I went to her for advice. She’s always had a way of making me see logic.”

“You told her about me?”

“We’ve been friends since high school. Of course I told her,” he said. Then he laughed again. “I told Nanami too but I don’t think he was paying much attention. I was mid sentence when he said, ‘Please stop telling me about your sordid escapades. I’m going to vomit.’ And that was all he had to say about it.”

He’d told his friends about you. He’d been worried enough about this situation to consult them. And he didn’t mind those closest to him knowing about you, even before realizing he’d been wrong. Those thoughts warmed your heart. 

Before you knew it, you were crying again, so overwhelmed with emotion. Gojo dropped his phone on the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “So? Are we a couple now?” he asked. 

You nodded against his chest, and his arms tightened slightly. “Great,” he said, stroking your hair. “Want me to fuck you?”

A laugh escaped your lips, and the tears stopped. You pulled back and looked up at him. “So romantic.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve been dreaming about rearranging your insides,” he whispered, his voice tingling in your ear. “Have you been dreaming about me?”

You kissed him back, tasting his lips. “Yes,” you breathed out. 

“What were you dreaming?” he asked, his voice turning husky as his hands began to roam over your body. 

“Ahh,” you moaned as he kissed your neck. “It’s… embarrassing…” You had been dreaming about him. A lot. Most of it had been quite filthy.

One of his hands slipped under your dress, rubbing up your bare thigh and then squeezing your ass. “Embarrassing? Heh. I’m gonna have to fuck that shyness out of you.”

That sounded fun, you thought, raising your arms to allow him to pull your dress over your head. You unzipped his jacket, your hands desperately trying to get his clothes off as fast as possible. 

The jacket discarded, he pulled his black T-shirt off next, then stood back to look at you in your silky black underwear. “Seriously,” he said, “tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen, whatever it is. Any fantasy, any dirty idea that pops into your head. I wanna hear it.”

You looked at the floor and muttered something. 

“What was that?”

You stepped closer and met his gaze. “I said… I want you in my mouth.”

His beautiful eyes widened, and there was a glimmer of excitement in them as he grinned and said, “Holy fuck, I hit the jackpot!”

***********

Gojo was lying on his back in the bed, completely nude, his naked girlfriend halfway across him, her warm, wet mouth greedily sucking his cock. He raised his head up to watch. He couldn’t imagine a more lovely sight than her soft, full lips sliding down his shaft. 

He moved one hand down to touch her hair, just happy to have her within reach. She glanced sideways at him, her face tinted pink. How cute of her to be shy even while deep throating him. 

He’d had plenty of blowjobs in his life, even given a few, but this… this was different. Was it because he’d formed an emotional connection to her? He felt so much affection for her that simply being touched by her at all felt far better than anything he’d experienced with anyone else. 

Well, with one exception, but he wasn’t ready to think about that, to compare them. He’d tucked those memories into a neat little box in the back of his mind where they could remain untouched and protected. 

But this wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her too. He grabbed hold of her legs and swung them up and over him, so that she was lying face down on top of him, her head at his groin and his at hers. She gave a little cry of surprise and drew her knees forward to lift herself off him, but that only spread her thighs apart and gave him easier access. 

“G-Gojo, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded so flustered. He could practically hear the embarrassed arousal. 

“I thought I told you to call me Satoru,” he murmured, pressing his lips ever so gently to her heated, quivering flesh. She jerked, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place. He waited, feeling her taut legs relax slowly, giving her time to get used to this extremely intimate position. 

“Don’t stare at me,” she said in a shy voice, then he felt her lips around his cock again. 

“Oh I’m gonna do so much more than stare,” he said back, using his fingers to open her folds. “I’m gonna do so many embarrassing things to you…” He ran his tongue over her open slit, tasting the plentiful juices. She was drenched, and deliciously sweet. He felt her body twitch nervously, but her mouth never slacked off. He felt her tongue lapping at his tip, her soft hands squeezing wherever they could. 

Her clit was so cute, sitting there so glossy with his saliva and her fluids, completely defenseless to him. His thumb rubbed over it, then he prodded it with his tongue, drawing circles around it. 

She shifted, her mouth leaving his dick long enough for her to moan out, “Satoru… I’m… I’m about to…”

He licked her clit again, slowly. “You can cum first,” he said.

She wiggled a bit in his grasp, but then took him into her mouth again, stifling her own moans. She took him so far in it felt like he was being swallowed, and the little gagging sound she made sent shivers through his entire body. Now it felt like a competition, and Gojo never lost. 

His tongue was on her clit again, and he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them in a way that made her thighs tremble on either side of him. He felt himself slide out of her mouth, and then her tongue was gliding over him from base to tip. He could feel his cock twitching under her touch, but he kept himself under control. Then, he heard her sweet little voice say, “Satoru… cum in my mouth… please?”

Fuck, she wasn’t playing fair! His breath hitched in his throat, a shudder rippling through him, but he wasn’t defeated just yet. He leaned up and lapped at her clit again, gently, slowly, feeling her clenching his fingers, and then he grazed his teeth over it, lightly pulling on the tiny nub. 

She moaned around his cock, her legs shaking, and he knew he’d won. He kept pumping his fingers into her as she rode out her orgasm, her lips still around the base of his cock. With no more reason to hold back, he let the feeling of her hot mouth overwhelm him, and he came straight into her throat. 

He let his head fall back onto the pillow as he panted, and she took the opportunity to turn her body around so that her legs fell off the side of the bed, her face still buried in his crotch. She waited until he was completely empty before she removed her mouth, but a few strings of cum were drizzling down his cock. He held his head up enough to look down at her as she licked him clean.

When finished, she straightened up, sitting on her knees beside the bed. She looked like an angel, or a goddess. How could he have ever thought he was out of her league? How did it take him so long to realize how amazing she was? He’d been a fucking fool. 

He sat up in the bed and smiled at her. “Take a shower with me?”

She blushed. “A shower? I guess so.”

He laughed. “How are you shy after everything we’ve done? I had my face shoved in your pussy just now.”

She turned beet red. “Ahhh! Don’t say that! I was trying not to think about it!”

He stood up from the bed and pulled her into a hug, their naked bodies pressed against each other. “Do you still doubt how hot you are? You can’t even imagine how many times I’ve jacked off while thinking about you.”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Really.”

She smiled then, and took his hand as they walked into the bathroom. 

**************

You were still nervous about showering with Gojo. It felt like such a private thing to do, but he seemed really into the idea, so you agreed. He joked around as he turned the water on, pretending he didn’t know how to work the knobs and “accidentally” spraying himself in the face. He was trying to put you at ease, and it was mostly working. You found yourself giggling at his antics as you both stepped into the large, walk-in shower. 

Before you could even reach for the small bottle of shampoo sitting in a tiny corner shelf, Gojo suddenly shoved your back against the glass shower door and kissed you passionately, his mouth overtaking your own. The steamy water was spraying both your bodies, soaking his shiny hair, running down his torso. Without even looking, you knew he was hard again, the large erection pressing against your stomach. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you up so that your legs could wrap around his body. You were pinned against the shower door when you felt him push inside you, deeply, roughly, the way you loved it. Your back collided with the glass with every powerful thrust, an ache you’d been craving building between your legs as he pounded into you. 

You were going to be covered in bruises after this, but that thought only turned you on even more. Gojo had that wild look in his eyes, the one that almost made you cum on the spot. You wanted him to break you. It wasn’t that you were a masochist. It wasn’t pain that excited you, but rather watching him lose control, seeing that unhinged expression and knowing you had that effect on him, that you could drive him mad with your body. The pain, the bruises, they were just the evidence. 

Burying your face in his neck, you tried to muffle your moans, your breaths shuddering. He was making such lovely grunts and growls, his fingers digging into your soft thighs. You chanced a peek at his face, and he looked like an entirely different person from the man who’d just been joking around with you. His wet hair was partially covering one eye, the other practically glowing with uncontrolled lust, his lips parted, teeth showing as ragged breaths pushed through them. 

God, he was beautiful. Frighteningly so. Inhumanly so. For the second time, you wondered if he actually was a god that had been banished to earth. He certainly fucked like one. 

Your legs slipped from his waist, the water making it hard to keep your grip, and they dangled helplessly above the floor. He didn’t even seem to notice that he was holding more of your weight as he plowed into you, every thrust feeling deeper than the last. Your arms were still around his neck, but your strength was failing you. You clasped your hands tightly and leaned your face up to kiss him. His mouth was hungry upon yours, his tongue shoving its way in. 

When you came, your arms fell to your sides and your body went limp in his arms, quivering with pleasure as he kept fucking you. His grip on you tightened, and after several more minutes of being slammed into the glass door, you felt his whole body stiffen. Then, you felt hot cum shoot deeply inside you as Gojo groaned. 

He stayed inside you for several more minutes, even after he’d finished cumming. It was like he didn’t want to separate from you, but eventually he pulled out and set you back on your feet. You legs gave way immediately, as if they were made of spaghetti, but Gojo caught you. He held you gently until you regained your strength, then he reached you the soap with a grin. 

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” he said. 

You laughed, taking the soap from him as he turned his toned back to you. 

An hour later, you were both dressed and sitting on the bed in the hotel room, talking about what each of you had been up to lately. During a lull in the conversation, you leaned your head over on his shoulder and whispered, “Is this real?”

“Hmm?”

You hesitated, then said, “I keep waiting for you to say this won’t work out.”

He wrapped an arm around you. “I’m not gonna lie and say this will be easy. I travel a lot for missions, and my teaching job is important to me, but we can make it work. We’ll spend time together whenever we can. Speaking of which… wanna come to my place next weekend?”

You laughed, feeling the tension dissipate from your body. “For pancakes? Sure.”

“And debauchery,” he said. “Don’t forget the debauchery.”

****************

Epilogue:

The first thing you thought when you arrived at Gojo’s house was, “Holy shit, it’s huge!”

Gojo stepped up beside you and gave you a peck on the cheek. “That’s what she said.”

You giggled at his silly joke and let him lead you inside. The house was of an old fashioned design, with a closed in yard, sliding doors, tatami floors, the whole works. It was a sprawling estate that looked as if it would have dozens of servants roaming the halls. 

“You really live here all by yourself?”

He shook his head as he laid out some slippers for you to change into, then pulled off his own shoes. “I have an apartment near the school that I use most of the time. I don’t use this place often, but this is a special weekend.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said, looking around. Despite the classic design of the structure, it had modern furnishings. You were admiring a lovely vase on a glossy wooden end table when you noticed a large cardboard box sitting just inside the living room. It looked totally out of place, and Gojo noticed your interest. 

“Go ahead and look inside,” he told you, a strange smile on his lips. 

“Okay…” 

You approached the box and pulled the flaps open, squatting down to get a good look. Inside was an assortment of items you couldn’t quite identify at first. But as you began pulling them out and looking more closely, your face began to burn. 

“Are these… all sex toys?!”

Gojo laughed at your reaction. “Well, not all of them. There’s some costumes, handcuffs, edible underwear…”

You grimaced as you pulled out what appeared to be a riding crop, then the biggest dildo you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a skimpy maid costume, among other bizarre garments. “Why is all this stuff just sitting here in a box?”

Gojo rubbed the back of his head, messing up his hair a bit. He looked oddly shy. “I ordered it all. I figured we could have fun trying a bunch of stuff, see what we like.”

That did sound like fun. You examined each item, sometimes having no idea what its function was. 

Gojo sat down on the floor beside you, watching your face as you looked though the box. “If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, just put it back in the box and I’ll toss it. Or better yet, I’ll have it delivered to Nanami’s place.”

You laughed then, imagining the strait laced-looking man you met a few days ago opening a box full of items like these. 

When you were finished sorting them into piles of “will definitely try”, “might try”, and “hard no”, you and Gojo both stood up. “So, are you going to give me a tour?” you asked.  

Gojo gave you a somewhat menacing grin, his dark sunglasses blocking out your view of his eyes. “Sure. Let’s start with the basement.”

The End. 

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[romiantic]

SIT STILL

SIT STILL, gojo wants to go for a new look and he asks you to help him out

→ READING: gn!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + college!au, gojo is a flirty lil shit, bisexual gojo (?), piercings, language, gojo crushing on geto (not confirmed)

→ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

→ A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble, I don’t know how it got to more than 1K 🧍🏽‍♀️

“Just one.”

“No.”

“Pleaseeee y/n? Pretty please with cherry on top and strawberry sauce?”

For the past few weeks, your white-haired best friend has been contemplating on getting his ears pierced. The majority of his life, he didn’t give piercings much of a thought, the only thing on his mind was his powers and his strength. But as years went on, and hitting his teenage years, he became fond of staring at piercings, especially his best friend Suguru Geto and yours.

As years go by, yours and geto’s piercing collection became more prominent. Geto’s recent lip piercing and your recent snake bite piercing has Gojo questioning his own looks. Now it’s not out of a place of insecurity, but more out of a “I wanna look this cool like my friends”. which leads to the past few weeks of him asking many many questions about piercings and which ones he should get.

Which also led to him buying a self piercing kit? Listen, he thinks he’s mister “I got it, I can handle it” and he really really really wants to look like a cool kid. In actuality, he just wants to look like Geto but that’s neither here nor there.

Now it’s two am and this lofty, pleading man is on your lap, intruding on your space and begging you to help pierce his ears. He would ask Geto to help but he’s currently busy with Shoko painting his nails. It was a self care night with the group and they decided to have it in your dorm room, though it may not have been the best idea considering how Gojo can be….a few cups of liquor and he isn’t leaving your dorm until three business days later, maybe.

“Y/N if you help, I won’t ask you any more questions and bother you anymore. See, simple as that.” If it was Geto, you would have believed him but considering who Satoru Gojo is, child-like, loving, annoying, and lively, that statement would be a lie and a half.

“Gojo, I'm ignoring you.” You try to pry him off your lap but his body would not budge, he sat in front of you with eyes that pleaded for dear life and a pout that only a toddler can make. He holds out the piercing kit but you ignore him by scrolling through your phone.

The man child in front of you huffs and starts sighing as you pay him no mind. He fakes his exit off your lap, pretending to slowly get up but also paying attention to how you’re reacting, nothing but an eye roll. A failed mission Gojo thinks and sinks back down to your lap, you were startled by the amount of body weight that was placed on you.

“ ‘toru get off of me, you’re heavy.” You give another attempt to remove him from your lap and yet another failure. He pouts and crosses his arm, puffing out air like a child who just got denied his favorite ice cream for dinner.

“Not until you help me.”

“If i do, will you sit somewhere else and not on my lap? That you are currently crushing.”

He rolls his eyes at your comment, “Geez y/n, I’m not that heavy.”

“Yeah and I’m not the smartest ever.”

“Well-”

You quipped your brow and interrupted any slick comment that he could say, “Don’t start, your IQ is lower than your gpa and that’s saying something. Just give me the stupid gun and the earrings.” You snatched the items out of his hands and was met with a hug from Gojo, the hug felt heavy from his body lunging onto yours but also comforting. Gojo squeezes the side of your body as he hugs tighter, almost like he doesn’t want the hug to end. You wouldn’t mind the hug if A, the hug didn’t feel like air just got sucked out of you and B, you didn’t have his ears to pierce.

“Okay Gojo, you can let go now.” Arms still linked around your torso and chest laid on yours. “Gojo?” No response but you feel the tip of his nose tickle your neck. “Gojo, I’m counting to three and if you’re still on me by three, kiss that damn piercing goodbye. Now one-”

He releases from the compacted space between you and him. He fixes himself and apologizes quickly for the hug, “Sorry sorry, you just smell nice, like really nice.” He feels cheeks warming and red hues painting his fair skin, he feels the sense of awkward airing in the living room. He drags his hands through his cheeks, to hide the blush, and turns his head only slightly.

You clear your throat, “Umm thanks, it’s a new scent I picked up recently. Nothing too special.” You as well feel the awkwardness between the two of you, until you see a sly smile curling on gojo’s face.

“You know what is special? me and-”

“You are one hundred times cuter when you keep your mouth closed, let’s keep it that way.” Now the awkwardness is gone and is filled with laughter from gojo and annoyance from you. You roll your eyes at his terrible attempt at flirting, which never ever goes right. He does have his cute moments, sometimes.

“Awww y/n you think I’m cute? You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Please just shut up and move closer so I can dot your ears.” He responds with a child-like smile and shifts his body to have his ears face you. He starts to ramble on how cool he’ll think he looks with his new piercing, how he’ll get him, you, and Geto to have matching piercings, the future piercings he is already planning on, blasé blasé. Don’t mind him though, he’s talking from a place of nervousness and not trying to pay too much attention as you prepare his ears.

You notice as he continues to talk about piercings, he brings comparison of different ones he wants and uses Geto’s piercing as a visual. You don’t pay too much mind to it since Gojo does talk about Geto a lot but during this time of Gojo’s rambles, you notice that certain aspects of his facial features are more enlightened than others as he mentions either you or his best friend.

As he talks about yours and Geto’s piercing, his face is tinted a very light pink and his eyes show a sign of admiration. His eyes are lightened from their typical sky blue to a brighter hue, one that could display fragments of sparkles that you can find on the ocean as the sun hits.

You interrupts Gojo’s rambling, “Gojo you’re not doing this cause of Geto are you?”

The tint of pink becomes darker and the once confident gojo is now stuttering, “N-no, what makes you say that?” He tries to fix himself to look more nonchalant but his facial expression says otherwise.

“Well you’ve mentioned him…a lot, for the past like twelve minutes. I’m just trying to make sure you’re doing this cause you wanna do this, not cause of someone else.”

Instantly his flirting skills return, to cover up his own personal embarrassment, and he becomes flirtatious as ever, “Are you jealous that I’m mentioning Geto? I can talk about you too pretty.”

Another eye roll from you is given as a response, “And this is where I permanently stop talking to you.”

He smirks and snakes his arm around you, pulling your body closer. “You want me y/n, it’s okay, you can admit. I mean look at me, who doesn’t want me?”

You mumble to yourself, “Certainly not Geto,” You roll your eyes again and shift away from where Gojo pulled you to, “now hold still, don’t move, don’t even flinch okay?”

“If I get hurt from it, will you kiss it?”

“Or how about you listen and just don’t move?” Gojo rolls his eyes and sits patiently as you position the piercing gun on his ear. You can feel his body shaking a little as you go, you try to help by practicing this breathing technique with him. One breath in, one breath out and then two breaths in, two breaths out. You ask if he’s okay and he responds with a gleaming smile and a thumbs up.

You count to three and click the gun through his right ear. Gojo winces but isn’t dramatic about the pain, which is a shocker. You were going to make a joke but you knew he would turn it right into flirting, thus letting the joke sit well in your brain instead.

You move over to his left ear, counting down again, and clicking the gun through his ear. He winces again, the same result as his right ear. You back away to make sure that the earrings are on equal distance but instead entranced by Gojo’s attraction. Who knew something as simple as earrings can make a man attractive? Captivating? Cute? A man like Gojo is already attractive enough with his ever so impeccable features and his pretty boy smile, but earrings on him made him look more smug? One way to put it.

You catch yourself staring at Gojo as he checks himself out on your phone’s camera. As annoying as he can be, there’s no denying his heightened attraction with these new piercings on him, something just something about it makes you wanna continue to watch him as he poses. Until he says something that’ll have you regret talking to this man yet again.

You snatch your phone out of his hand and scroll through the many photos he took. You pretend to be annoyed but your cheeks poke just a little as you look through, though you wouldn’t dare fill this man’s ego by reacting ever so cutely. Yet, your smile grows but is gone as soon as Gojo speaks.

“You think I look like your cool ass boyfriend now or what?”

“You look like a loser, somebody needs to steal your lunch money.”

“What kind of loser still carries cash?”

That alone starts the arguments of how cash is better than cards and Gojo flaunting his new piercings to Geto. The night ends peacefully, with Gojo’s new look stuck to your mind, alluring and memorable. You try not to pay too much attention but his new look has you stealing glances and hiding your face away. Shoko notices but says nothing and lets the night pass by between the four of you.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @stqrriichiigo @jackibrown @mypimpademia — if you would like to be added to the taglist, fill out the form on my masterlist or let me know in my inbox !

⭑ tried to show some bisexual representation to my people, especially bisexual boys 🫶🏽. if you're a bit confused, gojo has a crush on geto and y/n as well. his crush on geto is deeper than his crush on y/n tho

⭑ college!au are so much fun to write and I wanna write moreeeeee

⭑ never writing a whole ass fic on a school night, AGAIN 💀

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[tewwor]

𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 … like for a starter and/or ask! multi's please specify

STATS .

name: yuma kochiya

alias: tba

age: 34 ( verse dependent )

height: 5'11''

gender & sexuality: cis man ; he/him & bisexual

occupation: doctor at a small clinic during the day & on call semi-grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer / nightshift doctor at tokyo jujutsu high

fc: tba

CURSED TECHNIQUES & ABILITIES .

bone destruction ( names of fractures — oblique, compression, comminuted, segmental, avulsion, etc ) & regeneration ( fuse ): able to break, splinter, crush, etc. any bone in his, and another's, body at will. the need for physical contact is required when manipulating others. he's also able to regenerate, mend the bones, and transplant marrow to boost blood regen.

density manipulation ( brick - heavy & feather - light ): this ability allows him to shift the density of bones at will i.e. 'hollow bones' and 'dermal armor'.

osteokinetic constructs ( manifest ): can turn bone into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. being rather efficient and near masterful with his technique, yuma's able to create anything within his mind's eye.

invisibility awareness ( passive ): yuma is able to detect anything that is made of bones — living or dead. thus, makes it practically impossible to sneak up on him if someone, or something, has a skeleton.

puppetry ( rally ): able to control and morph skeletons at will. very rarely does yuma resort to this as he thinks it disrespectful to the deceased & the living ( unlike his family ).

wing manifestation ( silver vein ): able to construct skeletal wings that act as both defense and offense. despite it's name, yuma isn't able to fly with these additional limbs.

HISTORY .

he won't tell me anything besides some distaste for how morally skewed his parents were & how they wanted to use him as their cash cow for monetary gain via hits and/or to be sold off to another clan :')

MISC. FACTS .

interests: ginger, rest, cute or funny bandaids, gag gifts

dislikes: taking things too seriously, his parents

often fights with a mass of bone ( yes, it’s his own — don’t ask or do 🫣 ). it’s kept fluid to act as extra defense and solidified when on the offensive. usually molds the bone into gauntlets, scythe, or spiked bullets. if he’s really feeling some type of way ( enraged ) he’ll cram liquified bone into a target’s mouth, eyes, ears, nose, or open wound and solidify it with spikes.

VERSES .

main — jjk: works the nightshift at tokoyo jujutsu high ( so shoko doesn't have to ) and enjoys it! had a stint where yuma was a teacher for some brief period of time, but decided that he could help bolster their recovery instead. stayed with principal yaga & shoko during the shibuya arc as extra defense.

main — modern day / au friendly: works as an underground medic. good, bad, whatever’s in between — he’ll patch anyone up if they can pay the fee ( can be money or favors ). somehow weaseled his way into something legally binding so neither side tries to shake him down for information.

the marked: tba.

op: tba.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Gamer Girly - part 2

link to part one • link to master list

cw: alcohol, bisexualness, idk me being half gay

MDNI 18+

not proof read, literally wrote this bc of my insomnia and not being able to sleep tonight

You and Geto texted to plan a FaceTime call in a few days as it worked for his schedule and you were beyond nervous. Even going as far as using your whitening strips and getting your eyebrows done. You planned it for Thursday evening, a time after Geto’s stream was over, before you, Utahime, and Haibara were about to go out to bars for Thirsty Thursday with your fake ID’s. You did your makeup and hair while listening to the squads stream rehearsing in your head what you think Geto would say. You picked out a black crop top and a short denim skirt to wear paired with your vans. As they wrapped up their stream you started feeling anxious and took a shot of a vodka mini bottle you had lying around your apartment to calm some nerves. As you swallow some orange juice as a chaser your phone buzzes from your desk.

‘hey just wrapped up, let me know when you’re free and I’ll shoot you a call. :)’

god texting him felt like you were flirting in high school all over again like a giddy innocent girl.

you set your macbook up on your desk so you could have a better view of him for the FaceTime.

‘sure, ready whenever you are!’ You respond.

Your anticipation leads to sweaty palms and sipping a white claw that was left in your fridge at some point as you pace around your bedroom, making sure everything in the background is okay.

your ringtone from your laptop goes off rather loud and you quickly sit at your desk but don’t press the answer button too soon. The 10 seconds it takes the call to load seems like years as you bounce your leg under your desk.

“hey!” You both speak at the same exact time, as you nervously giggle.

“How are you?” Comes out of both your mouths at the same time again.

“I’m sorry, you first,” you say as he chuckles with his eyes squinted close in the most precious way.

“I’m great, happy to be done streaming for the night and getting ready to go out with some friends, how about you?”

“I’m also going out with some friends for once! We don’t go to bars a whole lot but wanted to try one tonight. Other than that great now that I actually get to speak with you,” you admit, blushing.

“Yeah about that, this moderator thing is pretty easy, mainly the thing you have to watch out for on my discord is people sexualizing Shoko. She’s started to get butthurt about how she’s ‘more than a pretty face’” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Oh yeah of course…” you pause, “are you guys like dating or…?” You close your eyes not believing you just fucking asked that.

“Oh no no, she’s been Satoru and I’s best friend all through high school. We taught her to play and she has pretty much gotten better than us.”

“Satoru?”

“Oh sorry yes that is Gojo’s first name, we all go by our last names on the stream.”

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense,” you glance over at the notepad sitting next to your laptop wondering if you should be taking notes.

“I have to admit there’s not really a whole lot that goes into it, I just wanted to see you over FaceTime.” He grins, lighting up a blunt and casually looking at his screen to see your reaction.

He can’t be flirting with you…right? You decide to take the ball in your court, “well what can I say, I’m only one of your most devoted fans,” winking at him and hoping you don’t seem too lame.

He chuckles, taking a long puff of his blunt and passing it to someone off the screen.

You dare to ask, “also sorry if this is too personal to ask so soon, but I saw your area code is close to where I go to college, can I ask where you’re from?”

He looks like his brain is trying to fit pieces together for a moment, looking up at the person he passed the blunt to. “Uh, yeah I’m from Shibuya and I go to university here.”

Your jaw drops, “like University of Shibuya?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” He asks.

“I’m a junior here! I had no idea you guys were from around here or went to the same school!”

You hear Gojo in the back whisper “oh my fucking god”

Suguru shoots daggers at Gojo, still off screen, and doesn’t know what to say.

“We don’t have to meet up or anything if you’re uncomfortable with it! We can just pretend like we didn’t talk about this,” you blush nervously thinking he was put off by something you said.

“No, no, I mean it would be great either way. Just was a little surprising that’s all.” He responds, no longer looking around for Gojo, just focusing on you on his screen.

“Yeah well I’ll promote you to a moderator tonight and have the other mod text you to kinda explain the situation.” The dark haired mystery man smiles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh and the pay, uh how does $20 per hour sound?”

“Yeah sure whatever you’re willing to pay I’ll take it!” you say almost too eagerly. You knew mods got paid kind of well but you didn’t know it was this good. If he streams 7 days a week for 2 hours, that’s already $280 a week. Plus the time you spend in discord on the chats.

“Okay well I’ll be in touch…” he trails off and you can’t tell if he’s either high or just uninterested in your conversation. (In reality Gojo had a girl sitting on his lap sucking his face off and Suguru was trying to decide if he was disgusted or turned on)

“Yeah, thank you for picking me! Look forward to talking with you,” you say hoping he’s not regretting his choices noting that he got a little awkward after the talk about being local arose.

“Yeah, see ya,” he says too casually with hardly a hint of a smile on his face. You click the ‘end call’ button and sigh. It seems like this unobtainable crush you had on suguru for the past 9 months was still just that. Why had you never seen him around town or campus? Granted, it was a really big school and everything but never once had you seen him, by god you would remember that face.

You snap out of your trance back to your white claw and scroll to find your texts with Utahime while you down the can

‘your place in 10?’ you text her.

‘Yes, sorry kinda last minute but some of haibara and i’s other friends are going to come too’ she texts back and you groan, not in the mood to meet new people.

The thought of having to be social enough to go to the bar was anxiety inducing, but now having to actually meet people before you’re drunk? You grab two more of the mini bottles of vodka you have in your freezer downing one and shoving the other in your pocket for when you get to Utahime’s apartment.

You walk into her unlocked flat without knocking, being too in your head from the FaceTime call and what it meant. Utahime is sitting on the counter, Haibara between her legs as they are making out passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs spread in her skirt so Haibara (and you) can see her turquoise panties.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you giggle staring at the scene in front of you. “I thought you were expecting me.”

Utahime, obviously embarrassed jumps down from the counter acting like nothing happened and walks over to give you a hug. Wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, and red bow in her hair she looks as cutely innocent as ever. You looked about as opposite as her as possible with your ripped denim skirt, black crop top revealing your cleavage just perfectly, and black and white checkered vans.

“How did the call go?” She asks as Haibara excuses himself to the bathroom trying, but failing, to hide his boner from their make out session.

“Great but I have news about like the four of them -“ you’re cut off by a knock at the apartment door.

In walks a girl with white hair, a black button up black mini skirt, with knee high socks. She was accompanied by two average looking men, obviously whipped by her aura.

“Mei Mei!” Utahime runs over to her and gives her a hug. You’re a little taken aback by the warm welcome this new girl received versus your very awkward one. Well I guess that’s what you get for not knocking.

Haibara comes out of the bathroom looking like he just splashed cold water on his face and neck, “Bayer, Kokun, good to see you.” Walking up to them to dab them up.

You take this opportunity to down the mini bottle in your pocket and take a sip of Utahime’s sprite she left sitting on the counter. Sheeeeesh, three mini bottles and a white claw in before you even leave for the bar? You’re feeling pretty good and confident. Walking in on the couple’s make out session made you realize how long it had been since you got any action. Besides your vibrator working over time, usually after Geto’s streams.

You force yourself out of your thoughts and walk up to the trio chit chatting with the couple and introduce yourself. “Hey I’m y/n” and extend your hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, Utahime has told me a lot about you.” Mei Mei says in her naturally sultry voice. Your eyes nervously look at Utahime, consider she had never mentioned this attractive white haired woman to you before.

“We’re new friends, she just moved in down the hallway and these two guys helped her move in.” Utahime says reading your mind.

“Ah nice to meet you, I’m just a few floors up if you ever need anything.” You respond.

“All we’re missing is Yuki right?” Mei Mei asks as she directs her attention to Utahime.

“Yeah but who knows if she’ll show up. I’ll text her to just meet us at the bar.”

-

With that, the group heads out to go to one of the dive bars in the city, a little place with karaoke on Thursdays. Supposedly Mei Mei knows the bouncer quite well, walking up first in the crowd to whisper something in his ear, finger trailing down his chest. You’re not sure what she said to him, only that his cheeks turned red and he let the 5 of you in without checking your IDs at all. From what you heard this place didn’t let fakes in very easily so you wonder what could have bribed that man. You grab a high top table in the back near the pool tables with Utahime and Mei Mei as the 3 boys go to grab you drinks.

“Can we sing a girls song together?” You propose to the two.

“Y/n are you drunk already? You’d never suggest that sober.” Utahime raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about the spice girls?” You ask ignoring her question. Mei Mei nods with a slight smirk. As you go up to put your name on a slip of paper the boys come back with the drinks. The DJ winks at you and you immediately regret your decision.

A few songs later and it seems your drink is gone, listening to the boys talk about sports and video games, as the two girls chat about their one annoying neighbor on their floor that has the loudest sex imaginable.

You walk up to the bar and stand patiently next to a tall beautiful blonde woman.. you try not to stare as the bartender comes over to her and asks her order. “I’ll take a whiskey and ginger ale, and whatever this girl is having.” She smirks pointing her thumb over to you. “Vodka cran please,” you squeak out to the bartender, nervously smiling at her.

The man goes to make the drinks as she sticks out her hand, “Hi pretty, I’m Yuki.”

“Oh you’re Yuki! Friends with Mei Mei and Utahime?” You stumble out the words remembering her name from earlier.

“Sorry, I’m y/n. I’m here with them tonight, I can take you to them if you’d like?”

Yuki leaves her card with the bartender and hands you your drink. “After you,” she smiles taking the first sip of her drink looking you up and down smugly. You grab her free hand with her vape in it and weave from the bar back to the table you all had claimed.

“I found someone you guys may know?” You shyly interject trying to be funny. The whole group erupts into various versions of “Yuki! Oh my god so good to see you!” She props herself up on the last open barstool at the table. Baggy red cargo pants and a black crop top, no bra with nipple piercings pretty obvious. She catches you staring and nods her head in a “come here” kind of way.

“So what’s your type?” She asks.

“Uh what?” You question back.

“What’s your type of woman?…or man I guess.” She eyes you up and down as if trying to determine your sexuality.

“Uh… I like long hair? And someone who can have a good time?” You’ve never had to answer that question on the spot so you think your answer was decent enough.

She lets out a chuckle and takes another sip of her drink. “So you’re not playing for a single side I’m hearing.” She smirks and puts her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess not” you smile back realizing how close your faces are.

Just then the DJ announces the next karaoke names, “y/n, Utahime and Mei Mei are going to sing us Wannabe by the Spice Girls!”

“y/nnnn” a tipsy Utahime grabs your hand and starts rushing you three to the stage. One thing you forgot about this place is you have to take a shot before singing. You three take your shots of what tastes like battery acid, stinging going down and trying not to think about it as the music starts.

The 90s classic song gets ever girl in the bar singing and dancing at the edge of the stage and you see Haibara behind the crowd video taping your performance.

Your words are starting to slur slightly and you are just having a great time feeling like a pop star. You swear up in the balcony of the bar you see a white head of hair jamming out and screaming the words but hey everyone’s having a good time!

The song comes to a close and the three of you get escorted off stage. You split from the two and say “I’m going to step outside to smoke for a second,” as you do when you drink.

You walk up to the back door of the bar and as you go to push, you feel someone else pull. With the alcohol in your system, your reaction time is a little delayed. Before you know it you are falling forward towards the gravel with your arms out.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you mumble out assessing the damage while you sit up so you are on your knees. Only a few scrapes as the person on the other side of the door comes up to you and puts a hand on your back.

“Oh my god are you okay I’m sorry,” you hear a familiar voice. Too familiar.

You turn around to meet amber eyes inches from your face.

“Geto?” Your jaw drops.

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A/N I had to go through my archives to see what someone would wear to a bar in 2018 😭 and look up a discord mods hourly pay on google 😭 also had a bi panic moment w Yuki and Utahime and MeiMei as usual if you can’t tell

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OC Bio: Urami Yamikiri

A character bio for my Jujutsu Kaisen OC, Urami! Spoilers for the story up to the Shibuya arc below!

GENERAL INFO:

Full Name: Urami Yamikiri(Family-name first: Yamikiri Urami) Gender: Female Universes: Jujutsu Kaisen Age: 27(at the time of the Shibuya Incident) Place of Birth: Kyoto, Japan Birthday: November 11, 1990 Star Sign: Scorpio Species/Race: Human Languages: Japanese Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Third-year instructor at Jujutsu High Faction: Jujutsu sorcerers Grade: Grade One sorcerer Status: Alive

APPEARANCE:

Faceclaim: n/a(none yet) Body Build: slim but athletic, with some visible muscle Height: 5'10"(178cm) Weight: 140lbs Skin Color: Pale(she GOTH) Hair Style: Ponytail is her signature style. As a high school student, she has straight fringe, and wears her hair in a high ponytail. As a teacher, her bangs are longer and more face-framing, and she wears her ponytail low. Hair Color: Black with red undertones Eye Color: Brown Prominent features: Permanently angry looking face, even when she's not angry Body Modifications: lots of ear piercings Personal Style: Gothic. as a student she is more traditional goth, wearing all black, with fishnets and combat boots. As an adult, outside of her school uniform, she has more of a whimsigoth style: still mostly black clothes and lots of fishnets and boots, but a lot more long flowing skirts, big cardigans, and generally more laid back in style.

FIGHTING ATTRIBUTES:

Combat Style: Good at all types(close, mid, ranged) Cursed Technique: Tarot card-based combat and manipulation Abilities/Skills: Can use her tarot cards imbued with cursed energy like throwing knives, as well as bring the cards to "life" and use weapons/abilities based on what cards she draws Field of expertise: Teaching. She's a capable fighter but better at drawing others' potential out of them. Strengths: fighting crowds, providing backup, leading the charge Weaknesses: her colleagues and students getting hurt Weapons: her body and her cards

PERSONALITY:

Traits: Calm, rational, strategic, agreeable, dependable Flaws: Extreme pride, stubborn, refuses to let go of grudges/the past

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family: Yamikiri Clan Friends/Allies: Jujutsu sorcerers, Jujutsu High students, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo(in the AU where she marries Kento), Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto(former), Love Interest/Crush: Satoru Gojo(engaged by the events of the Shibuya Incident)/Kento Nanami(AU, married by the events of the Shibuya Incident), Suguru Geto(former, fling in high school), Hiromi Higuruma(post-events of the manga) Enemies: Cursed spirits(especially Mahito), Suguru Geto(the events of JJK0), Kenjaku(The Shibuya Incident onwards), Sukuna Ryomen, Jujustu society's higher ups

OTHER INFORMATION:

School enrollment method: Family lineage Likes: Training, teaching, drinking, savory food, spending quality time with loved ones, fashion Dislikes: Satoru Gojo(when he's being annoying on purpose), her loved ones getting hurt, annoying people, curse users who aren't sorcerers, arriving late anywhere, overly sweet foods Hobbies: self-improvement, meditation, physical training, reading Goals: To make her students' time at school better than hers ever was Habits: Angry foot tapping, shuffling decks of cards into the faces of people that annoy her Fears: Losing her loved ones, her students getting hurt or killed Voiceclaim: none yet Playlist: none yet! Trivia: Her favorite food is spicy seafood ramen, and her least favorite foods are sweets. She has an alcohol tolerance just below Kento and Shoko's. She is currently the only sorcerer from her class still alive(with Kento and Yu Haibara being her direct classmates)

BACKGROUND:

Urami was born into the Yamikiri Clan, a clan of curse users that recently(within the last 200 years) defected to become sorcerers(with a rift; some of the clan broke off and still are just curse users), who are known for being able to use divination tools as weapons in their sorcery. They're a fairly powerful clan, although not nearly on the same level as the major three clans, or even other smaller clans like the Inumaki clan. Urami was born with the innate ability to draw out power from tarot cards, and although it is a powerful ability, is it not the clan's signature technique, going to a boy in her clan around her age. Because of this, Urami is constantly overlooked as a sorcerer in her family, and this instills a strong drive in her to improve her abilities from a young age. Out of spite alone, she becomes one of the stronger sorcerers in the clan before even attending her first year of school.

Urami is enrolled in her first year at Tokyo Jujutsu High along with Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara, both of who are intimidated by her at first because of her naturally intense facial expression and dark clothing and makeup. She is much stronger than both of the boys in her class, and through helping them train, she discovers her love for teaching others and her natural ability to help people reach their potential. She becomes very close to the two boys over the course of their time together.

At some point in her first few weeks, she meets the second year students, among them Satoru Gojo. She of course knows who he is; every sorcerer does, and she was often told growing up that she would likely be going to school with him, and that he was the strongest. She immediately challenges him to a fight, wanting to test her skills against his(she knows she likely will not win, but she wants to see where she stands against him regardless). He doesn't take her seriously at all, and instead chooses to flirt with her, asking her to agree to a date when(not if, when) she loses the fight. This enrages her and puts her off of being too friendly to Satoru, and in the fight she even manages to get a few hits off on him, which mildly impresses him. He still wins, and she's now more determined to defeat him specifically than anyone in her own clan, finally recognizing how small she was thinking about being the top of just her clan alone.

As the school year continues, she continues to grow closer to her schoolmates. She becomes noticeably softer in both demeanor and tone with Kento and Yu, and tends to be the middle ground between Yu's boundless optimism and Kento's intense pessimism. She even becomes friends with the upperclassmen, becoming very close to Shoko Ieiri and even developing a mostly friendly (one-sided)rivalry between herself and Satoru, although she still dislikes his abrasive personality and constant flirting.

She is not initially super close to Suguru Geto(not for any particular reason, they just don't interact much at first), but she does respect his calm demeanor, and they share a lot of similar worldviews on the places of sorcerers in society at large. After they go on a successful mission together, they connect more, and end up hooking up together unexpectedly. Urami however is not looking for a relationship in school, too focused on becoming a better sorcerer, and doesn't want people to find out, especially Satoru, who'd never let either of the two live it down. Suguru agrees to keep their night together a secret, and that's the only time it happens.

Urami is at school fighting the Fly Heads Toji Fushiguro unleashes during the assassination of the Star Plasma Vessel that Suguru and Satoru are charged with protecting. Urami vividly remembers this day as the end of her happy times at Jujutsu High, and the events that follow are what inspire her to become a teacher: she wants other students to have an easier time at school, and wants to help them to become strong enough to protect each other.

Over the next year following the assassination, she becomes despondent over the fact that Satoru now completely outclasses her, and it causes her to withdraw into only spending time with her own classmates for the most part. She is riddled with grief when she and Kento are unable to save Yu Haibara from the misgraded curse. Kento falls into a deep despair after, and Urami spends much of her time making sure he eats, sleeps, and takes care of himself. At one point, he snaps at her, asking how she can function after losing their classmate, and her facade of being put together crumbles, and she explains that she has to be strong for her remaining classmate. The two become even closer after that and refuse to run solo missions after that, becoming more reliant upon each other.

Because Urami is so busy with her own feelings, she doesn't notice Suguru's descent into madness, and is with Shoko when they find out he killed an entire village of normal people. Both of the girls confront him, and Urami stays after Shoko calls Gojo and leaves. Suguru notices Satoru approaching and decides to use that moment to bring up the night he and Urami had in front of him, as a manipulation tactic to fracture their friendship. Urami is upset at him doing so and runs away, crying. Satoru tries to ask her about it but she refuses to discuss it with him, and he finally stops flirting with her after that, realizing she truly isn't interested in him romantically.

When Urami and Kento graduate, and Kento decides to leave the world of jujutsu sorcery, Urami does not take it well, telling him she hates him and will never speak to him again. Even after his return, four years later, she refuses to speak to him, and actively tells people to not talk about him with her around.

Satoru and Urami both become instructors at the school around the same time, with Urami being put in charge of third-year students following Yaga's promotion to principal, and Satoru in charge of first-year students. Urami is annoyed at first(and remains annoyed at Gojo's less-than-stellar teaching methods), but she becomes much closer to him as a coworker than the two ever were as classmates. She finds she agrees with him about a lot of things, including the current power imbalances in the world of jujutsu sorcery(though she does not share his wish to kill all the higher-ups), and his desire for their students' happiness.

Around the time of the events of JJK0, Urami and Satoru start spending more time together between classes, even spending time at each others' homes. It's taken them both many years, but they're finally able to speak about things from the past, including the incident with Suguru trying to fracture their friendship. Satoru admits he was jealous of Suguru, and that he still finds her attractive, but he realized after that, that she really wasn't interested in him. Urami is sad from this revelation, but she doesn't fully understand why.

Even though Yuta Okkotsu isn't yet her student, she is very concerned for his wellbeing after his enrollment to Jujutsu High, and is extremely annoyed by Gojo throwing him to the wolves with no training almost immediately. She's also extremely concerned as Suguru Geto returns to cause trouble, knowing his strength quite well, and knowing he wouldn't be planning something he didn't think he could win.

On the evening of the Night Parade, she is in Shinjuku with Satoru, principal Yaga, and her students. When Satoru sends Toge Inumaki and Panda back to the school, Urami requests to be sent back with them, but Satoru asks her to trust him and send them alone, and she hesitates for a second before agreeing. She doesn't return to the school until Gojo does later, and witnesses Suguru Geto's death. She is overcome with grief for her old friend, and realizes she has to make things right with her old classmate, Kento Nanami. Satoru teleports her to Kyoto where Kento has been fighting the curses unleashed by Geto and his cult, and she reunites and apologizes to him. Kento is just happy his friend wants to speak to him again, and they make up fairly quickly, flying back to Tokyo together.

On the flight back home, Urami also realizes she's in love with Satoru, and has been for a while, but just didn't understand her feelings before. She makes a brief stop to pick up some sweets for him, and drops by unannounced to his home, which she never does. He's surprised but happy to see her, and while he's distracted by the sweets and his back is turned to her, she wraps her arms around his waist and confesses her feelings to him, getting self conscious at the last second and telling him she understands if he's moved on. He of course has not, and tells her so, and they begin a relationship.

Between that point and the start of the main story, Satoru proposes to Urami in secret. He wants to marry her, but not until he's able to keep the higher-ups from targeting her should they announce their engagement. She wears the ring he gets her on a necklace under her school uniform.

Much like with Yuta, Urami is very concerned for the wellbeing of Yuji Itadori after he becomes Sukuna's vessel and becomes enrolled at the school. She is very upset when he dies and overjoyed with his revival. She agrees to keep his revival a secret along with Shoko, Ijichi, and Nanami.

She is very concerned at the appearance of the special-grade curses, especially Mahito. Being close to Kento, he confides in her that he finds a young girl being held captive in the sewers by the patchwork curse(that girl being Chiyo Yoshida, another OC of mine!), but she refused to come with him, and they check the girl's house for evidence of how she ended up down there, and to check on her grandmother and cat as the girl requested before running away from Nanami. She takes the girl's cat, Momo, to take care of him, hoping they are able to rescue her and reunite her with her pet.

Urami is with Satoru when he reveals Yuji's still alive, and supervises along with the other school faculty for the Exchange Event. She's extremely distressed by the intervention of the cursed spirits and does her best to return to her students side. She begins doing tarot readings to see if she cant find some insight into what the curses are planning, but keeps drawing the Death and Tower cards.

In Shibuya during the Incident, Urami is on her own, a backup for Satoru Gojo, much like Mei Mei and Ui Ui. She finds out he's gotten sealed at the same time most people do, when she hears Yuji shouting it from the rooftops. She's able to fight through the transfigured humans to get to the lower levels of the terminal, but she runs into Mahito, and Chiyo Yoshida(my other OC), and fighting both of them on her own proves to be too much. She manages to escape with a smokescreen attack, and leaves to find backup, eventually running into second-year student Panda and her fellow teacher, Atsuya Kusakabe, as they're trying to find B5 to get to Gojo(or, more accurately, where Kusakabe is misleading Panda in order to avoid going to B5).

Before the group can decide on a course of action between fighting Mahito and making their way to Gojo, the remnants of Suguru Geto's former cult arrive to accost them, and then Jogo and Sukuna's battle interrupts both groups, and the ensuing fight buries her under the rubble of the city along with Kusakabe.

The group manages to reconvene and head to the final showdown with the man piloting Suguru Geto's corpse, with Urami and Kusakabe protecting Miwa Kasumi from the Uzumaki make of Mahito's absorbed cursed energy. Urami, like the others, is not able to counter Not-Geto, nor Uraume's ice powers, and is unable to prevent the duo from leaving.

In the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident, Urami becomes extremely disillusioned with the world of jujutsu sorcery, but continues to play the dutiful teacher role, though she finally understands her fiance Satoru's desire to kill the higher ups after their declarations of his and Yuji's execution. She is able to get Chiyo Yoshida enrolled as a student, the final student Yaga is able to enroll before his own execution sentence. She introduces the girl to the students still around and conscious post-Shibuya: Maki, Megumi, Yuta, and Inumaki, before continuing her duties as a teacher and a sorcerer. On the side, she speaks privately to Yuta about saving Yuji's life and stopping the upcoming Culling Game the sorcerer Kenjaku is planning. AND IM ANIME ONLY SO THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW LMFAO

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Every sorcerer society has:

Tax evader

[ID: a black and white manga drawing of Fumihiko Takaba showing his neck and head. He has a funny smile on his face and his eyes are towards the sky, his fist closed by the side of his face. End of description.]

Cottagecore lesbian

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Hana Kurusu showing her neck and head. She has a soft smile on her face and their eyes are wide. End of description]

Himbo

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Aoi Todo showing his neck and head. He has his teeth bared and looks slitghly to his right side, his hand seeming to scratch the left side of his face. End of description.]

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss:

[ID: a black and white manga drawing of Kirara Hoshi showing their shoulders and head. They have a neutral expression with eyes wide and their hand is lifted slightly with their index finger lifted. End of description.]

Communist:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Kasumi Miwa showing her neck and face. They have a curious expression on their face, their mouth open in an "O", her eyes wide and the body slightly tilted. End of description.]

Catgirl:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Momo Nishimiya showing her shoulder and face. She has their mouth open as they were speaking and their eyes are slightly directed to her right side. End of description.]

Manic pixie dream girl:

[ID: a black and white manga drawing of Yorozu showing their neck and face. They has their head leaning back, a confident smile on their face and looks down to the spectator, their hand standing close to their face. End of description.]

Homophobic homosexual:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Noritoshi Kamo showing his neck and face. They have a neutral expression and his eyes are closed. End of description]

Enemy of state:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Nobara Kugisaki showing her neck and face. She has an effort-like expression, her teeth grinding, her eyebrows frawned and her eyes directed towards the ground, and her hand stands next to her chin holding upside down her hammer. She is holding two nails with her teeth. End of description.]

He's just trying his best:

[ID: a black and white manga drawing of Hiromi Higuruma showing his shoulders and face. He has a tired expression, his lips slightly separated, and eyes directed in an exaggerated way to the sky. End of description.]

Furrycon attendant:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Panda showing his neck and face. He has his mouth open, showing his fangs. End of description.]

Big titty milf:

[ID: a black and white drawing of Takako Uro showing her neck and face. She is upside down, her eyes wide open and an expression of slight surprise on her face. End of description]

Dumbass bisexual:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Yuji Itadori showing his neck and face. He is looking towards the spectator, a cautious expression on his face, and his left hand is being held upon his face, a mouth pouting a tongue out of it on his palm. End of description.]

Hot topic employee:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Mai Zenin showing her shoulders and face. She is looking towards the spectator, her face frowned in an irritated expression, and is holding with her two hands a gun pointed towards the spectator. End of description]

Poggers:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Maki Zenin showing her neck and face. They're looking somewhere up on their left, her face in a cautions expression. End of description.]

Gay wine aunt:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Shoko Ieiri showing her shoulders and face. She is looking towards the spectator, a soft smile on her face, her eyes looking tired and her right hand is lifted as she plays with her hair using her fingers. End of description;]

Listens to Mitski:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Megumi Fushiguro showing his shoulders and face. He is facing the ground, a worried expression on his face, and his hands are touching each other in a way that seems like he is about to invoke his divine dogs. End of description]

Soundcloud rapper:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Toge Inumaki showing their neck and face. They moves away the collar of their clothes and opens their mouth while says something, a carefree expression their face. End of description.]

Ate plastic once:

[ID: a black and white manga drawing of Ino Takuma showing his neck and face. He has a confident expression his face, looking towards the spectator and one of his hands and one of his fingers lifted. End of description.]

Cheerleader adult in kids sports:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Satoru Gojo showing his neck and face. He has a confident smile and his fingers are bent in a way that seems like he is about to create his domain expansion. End of description.]

Avid Sofia the first watcher:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Yuta Okkotsu showing her neck and face. He seems tired as she looks towards the viewer. End of description]

Tired mom:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Utahime Iori showing her neck and face. She seems to be speaking something as she holds a phone close to her face, a done expression on her face. End of description]

The sane one:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Kento Nanami showing his neck and face. He is looking to the right, his mouth slightly open as he has a neutral expression and holds a hand close to his face. End of description]

Steve from minecraft:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Yuki Tsukumo showing her shoulders and face. She has her head slightly leaning back, a small smile on her face as she looks towards the viewer. End of description]

Fortnite streamer:

[ID: a colorful manga drawing of Hajime Kashimo showing their neck and face. Their eyes are wide towards the viewer as their tongue is put out of their open mouth. End of description]

Annarchist:

[ID: a black and white drawing of Kinji Hakari showing his neck and face. He has a mocking and confident expression towards the viewer as he holds his head over one of his hands. End of description]

Capitalist:

[ID: a colorful drawing of Mei Mei showing her shoulders and face. She has a malicious expression, smiling as she bites cash and looks towards the viewer. Her arm is bent and supported over her head. End of description]

The ones everyone always forget about:

[ID: three manga drawings. The first one is colorful and shows Mimiko Hasaba's neck and face, her mouth open as she speaks something and looks towards the viewer. The second one is colorful and shows Nanako Hasaba's neck and face, her mouth opens as she speaks and her forehead frown towards the viewer. The third one is black and white and shows Junpei Yoshino's neck and face, as they look somewhere indistinct with a blank expression. End of description]

[tojiaesth]

boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

[pastelslytherin]

Hi hi! May i please request a Jujutsu Kaisen matchup? I’m a 22 year old bisexual woman with brown eyes and shoulder length brown wavy hair. I’m average height but curvy/thick. I’m an INFP and am pretty chill and easygoing person. I’m kinda shy and awkward at first but I warm up pretty quickly. I love having craft nights and going to festivals. I enjoy taking naps. My love language is giving quality time and receiving words of affirmation. Thank you so much for doing this! 💕

Hi lovely anon! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! Thanks for being the first matchup request!

I match you with..

KENTO NANAMI

Your easygoing nature helps to balance out Nanami’s stoic and tough exterior. Your appearances also compliment each other so beautifully. 

You act as a breath of fresh air to this serious ex-salaryman. He likes that you’re sensitive to how he’s feeling, even when he doesn’t show it. Your chill personality helps him to relax and dabble in a bit of fun when he tries your creative hobbies. He appreciates that you bring peace to him when he’s stressed from work, and he never fails to tell you so. He likes that you spend time with him, and it motivates him to finish work before overtime so he could be with you longer. Overall, your relationship is very calming, stable, and domestic. 

Headcanons:

The first time you two meet, Nanami would’ve most likely intimidated you just because of how stern he is

At first you were rather quiet around him, but as time passed, he found that he enjoys conversations with you and he values your insights

The students and younger sorcerers like when you’re around because Nanami softens up a bit whenever you’re near him

After a long day of work, he would love to just sink into your arms and hold you like a body pillow. You’ve taught him that he should also take naps every so often.

It’s a fun pastime for you to take pictures of Nanami when you bring him to a festival. He looks so stiff and out of place to the point that it’s comedic. 

The first time he did crafts with you was.. intense. He’s a precise person and focuses on getting things done right. However, he thoroughly enjoyed himself and the time with you. It’s rare that he gets to do anything creative.

His favorite thing he made with you was a collage full of pictures from you date nights and mementos from the festival you brought him to

Other potential matches:

Shoko Ieiri

Ieiri can match your vibe pretty well. She’s not very serious and she’s a rather chill person. She would enjoy cuddling and taking naps with you, as she has a very tiring schedule. She’s also keen on reassuring you if you ever feel shy or awkward.

Choso

He’s a bit of an awkward person himself, as he’s still learning the normal customs of society. You’re an easy person for him to get along with, and you two can share long comfortable silences. You can help him learn more about the world by bringing him along with you to festivals. 

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I hope this was alright! 

Please look over this post before submitting a matchup request :) Thanks!

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Just a really quick redraw of the Jujutsu Kaisen Stage Play actors

[seoafin]

i saw a post some time ago about toji being assigned to look after gojo (basically kid!gojo and bodyguard!toji lmao) but the first time gojo sees toji he freaks out cuz,,,,, he's,,, kinda,,,, fine ??? like i wanna believe this is where he's at least 10 or something. aaand he's had a crush on rip!mc since he was like 5 or something idk. so now,,,, he has a crush on her and toji and he's like,,,, what 😃 he has his bisexual awakening !! obviously his crush on toji wouldn't be as serious as his crush on rip!mc but shit he definitely blushes when he sees toji LMAO

overtime tho i feel like after toji and gojo hang out more, gojo's crush fades into nothing and now they just annoy each other and all. toji knew about this kids silly little crush but never mentioned it. he knew that he would grow out of it soon so everything's good ! 😁

then rip!mc and gojo meet again after rip!mc's parents died and gojo still has hella heart eyes for her <3 toji notices this immediately and teases the shit outta him. but shame, rip!mc is just staring at toji like gojo did when he had a crush on him 😭 gojo's like,,, holy shit you too ??? and rip!mc is like what do you mean "you too ??" and toji's like,, oh yeah he had a crush on me when he was kid lol and the both of them are like 😃😃

gojo's shocked, "how the fuck do you know that 😐" and toji's like "bro you were so obvious" and rip!mc is like "i knew you had taste 😁" LMAOOOO

gojo has never felt so embarrassed. not only does his childhood crush know about his past feelings, but now his OTHER crush has a crush on him too so he's just 😁🔫

rip!mc isn't even surprised that gojo is bisexual LMAOOOO

so now when the three of them are hanging out, rip!mc is like "i genuinely do not blame you 🧘🏽‍♀️" and gojo's like "yes i understand but no because he's annoying now 😐 anyways pay attention to me pls 😁" but she's still staring at toji 😭😭😭

then rip!mc meets shoko,,, and boom. bisexuals everywhere. the end. happy pride month 🤪

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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Sashisu headcanons?

Hii! Sorry to all you guys who asked me things. I got a bit tired of asks and didn't have a lot of time. But I'll get to them eventually, promise

I have loads of headcanons that always change with sashisu, but i have some visual headcanons that i STAND by. As an artist i kinda thrive of visual nik naks

SaShiSu having bisexual eyes. I will never let go of this. Suguru having red and Shoko purple eyes, ugh, im such a sucker for it. It would make Shokos design so much more interesting and it would elevate the group dynamic without any backstory needed. Suguru being Satorus opposite and Shoko is between them.

Shoko having moles everywhere where we dont see in the manga, so under her turleneck, legs, arms, everywhere

Suguru rocking snakebites and other Piercings and also black nail polish. It would suit him so much and i love a man that is comfortable with fashion statements

I haven't been consistent with this one but i think Satoru still has the Toji fight scars on him. They never healed correctly. The big diagonal slash across his chest, the nick on his forehead and the stab wounds on his leg.

The trio wearing grunge in their teenage years. I just think it fits, some nice y2k grunge stuff. And then later they changed to more sophisticated clothing.

I hope that clenched your thirst for hc's :D if you're attentive you'll find most of these in my art heheh

[seoafin]

LOL yes i did mute myself on call bc i could not contain my excitement 😌 your writing was just >>>>>>>

btw when u started talking about hands and back muscles i just remembered that fucking. art of toji. and i’m like pretending i do not see it bc that man is like my natural enemy but also i think he deserves to yanno.... at least get it ONCE 😳

ALSO CAN WE GUSH ABOUT YUKI TOGETHER BC THE RECENT CHAPTER GOT ME FEELING THINGS ABOUT HERRRRRR!!!! i was so damn happy when she ended up not being as bad as i thought she would be (which is fine either way) but i really like how she seems to be getting along with yuji already? i kinda just want some sort of parental figure for yuji because of everything that has happened... i know he has like choso (kinda) but after a certain death and i think he’ll need a lot of emotional support. i’m also excited to see what else she’ll do in the upcoming chapters and the politics thing that gege seems to be introducing sounds super interesting! i’m curious as to how rip!mc will react to her though? i feel like she’ll go heart eyes at yuki and thank her for helping out - 💫

i know exactly what art you’re talking about 😭

i would also let toji hit it. once. twice if i’m weak. three times bc i’m a whore

YES LET’S GUSH OVER YUKI SHE’S REALLY GOT ME FEELING THINGS YK??? HER ENTIRE CHARACTER IS SO HOT I WANT HER TO RUN ME OVER WITH HER MOTORCYCLE PLEASEEEE

the part where she was like “let’s beat him up!” to yuji was so funny LOL i really wanted to see her in action....so hopefully the next chapter!!! and yes! I would love to see yuki taking on a more dominant role in the story (especially bc gojo’s sealed and she’s one of the, if not the only, special grades in japan left) but at the same time yuki is definitely a lil unhinged which is very sexc of her 😌

lol one of the first things i wrote for jjk (but never finished) was rip!mc meeting yuki and yuki asking her who her type was in front of stsg (bc ik yuki would be able to sniff out the bisexual in rip!mc upon first glance) yeah it’s shoko but I couldn’t make it canon compliant so maybe I’ll fix it up and release it as an AU after the entire shibuya arc dies down.

yuki was actually supposed to have a role in rip!mc’s life before I decided to cut it. but current rip!mc is probably going to have a bisexual crisis over her feelings for gojo and her crush on yuki 😭