#shoko x gn!reader

[gingernut1314]

Someone to Shadow

Gojo x GN!Reader, Shoko x GN!Reader, implied Gojo x Geto

Summary: You and Saturo have been promised to be married ever since birth. You grew up together and have only ever had each others backs. You and Saturo find your way to Jujutsu High and slowly begin to meet the other first years. One in particular catches your eye and you can't help but feel drawn to her, while Satoru can't help but be intrigued by your final classmate.

Warnings: pre-star plasma vessel, arranged marriage, talk of engagement, pet names, childhood friends

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Just a small idea I had in my head! First Jjk fic so it's my first time truly working with any of these characters and boy who knows how I did but I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy!!

Taglist: @sordidmusings

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Your clan was an old one, as was the Gojo clan. Two old and powerful clans who had been allies since their fruition. Two clans that had produced powerful heirs who had been promised to each other since their birth. 

You and Satoru grew up side by side, your clan having all but given you to the Gojo clan so that their promise could be secured. You believed he enjoyed the company of someone who might possibly understand what having his power meant…or at least you never treated him how the older member of your clan or any other did. He was just another kid to you and you just another kid to him. 

Years went by and your family pulled you back home so that they might hone your skills before heading to Jujustiu High. You didn’t hear a word from Satoru and even if he had been able to send word your way, your family wouldn’t have let you see it. 

You trained and trained and trained until your body felt like it would break. All day, every day you were made to train. The only rest you got was at meal times and in the dead of the night. 

When you were finally sent off to Jujustiu High, you were ecstatic to be far away from your family, but as you had been walked to your room, your nerves grew because Satoru would be arriving soon. You hadn’t seen him in years. What if he had changed? What if you had changed into someone he disliked? 

But that night as you slowly began to unpack your things, your door had been swung open and in waltzed the boy you had foolishly been nervous to see again. 

“Honey, I’m home!” He said brightly, throwing his long arms out to the side as you rushed over and hopped into his arms. He was quick to grab a hold of you, lifting you off your feet as he placed a overly smooching kiss to your cheek you were grateful to receive. 

“Sunshine!” You beamed right back, pulling your face away so you could look over his smiling one. 

He was older, more handsome. His features were sharper and his piercing blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark, rounded glasses. Satoru Gojo had changed, matured, but you were very glad to find his erratically bubbly self was still intact. 

“What’s with the glasses?” You questioned, Satoru having yet to place you back on the ground. You rose a hand up to take his glasses between your fingers and pulled them down the bridge of his nose, finding his eyes in moments. Eyes that shone like a pair of light-filled gemstones.

“Hey,” He said yanking his head away as if to keep from you looking into his eyes. “They're cool. I’m cool. Makes me more mysterious.” He said, digging his fingers into your sides making you squirm in his grip. He only laughed as you hissed his name.

The two of you spent the rest of the night catching up and the next morning Satoru was right back at your side as you two went exploring the rest of the school. 

It was quiet and seemed as if you two were the only ones there…that is until you spotted her.

Another first year, it seemed since she was being walked in by your year's teacher. Jaw-length brown hair, downturned oak-colored eyes, and plump lips that held a lit cigarette between them. As you looked her over closer, you found a small birthmark at the bottom corner of her right eye. 

“You’re drooling.” Satoru purred in your ear right as your teacher waved you both over. Your heart kick-started in a painful flurry against your rips. Whipping around, you found him looking all too smug as he began making his way down the stone steps. 

“A-am not.” You flusteredly got out as you rushed after your friend, who shoved his hands into his pants pockets. 

“Are too.” He responded as if he was back to being a child. You rolled your eyes at him.

“We’re engaged. Why would I ever drool over anyone other than you?” 

“You’re right--” He gave a dramatic pout, wiping away an invisible tear from under his eye. “You’re breaking my heart. Breaking the sacred vow our parents made for us.” He gave a mock sniffle. “My life is ruined.” 

“Oh boo hoo.” You said, mocking his pout with your own. “Fuck you.” You huffed. Satoru’s smug smile only grew more so. Like some mischievous cursed spirit. 

“But you’re trying to fuck her not me.” He clutched at his school-issued top as if he was clutching his heart. “Oh gods above what did I do to deserve such treatment? I’ve been nothing but loyal to you and you haven’t touched me in years. What does she have that I don’t?” You were about to play along once more when you noticed how far down the stairs you had grown. Panic seized you around the throat. You were definitely within hearing range at this point. 

“Cut it out!” You stressed, shoving him the tiniest bit. This only sent him into a fit of cackling laughter that grew as you rushed ahead. 

Shoko Ieiri was her name. She was a reverse curse user and you couldn’t help but be utterly captivated by her calm and collected demeanor. And maybe you were being a bit delusional, but she seemed just as interested in you. 

As you all walked through the campus, showing her important places and such, you would catch her watching you here and there. When you did catch her, she would hold your gaze until you looked away.

You had to remind yourself you were engaged to Gojo, no matter how much you two joked about it. You two had talked much about this promise, one neither of you had made and you both agreed you would fight because it was unfair in both your eyes. There were millions of people in the world and what if your person was out there? Your true person? It was a thought you both thought of a great deal. 

But one day, he had stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk in the city to take your hand in his and tell you, in a serious tone you had only ever heard a handful of times before, that he was okay with marrying you. That if he was forced to marry anyone, he was more then glad to have it be his best friend. He hadn’t let you respond before dragging you back through the city.

Two days later, as you two sat by the edge of the stream behind his home, you had told him you felt the same. That you were okay with marrying him because he was your best friend. 

And you had thought that way until now. Had been content with it till now. But now--now you weren’t so sure. 

Though…you had never truly met another person your age outside of family members and Gojo, so maybe you were just fawning over the first person you met who slightly peaked your interest.

So, to try and determined if what you were feeling was true, you followed Shoko around. She didn’t seem to mind. She seemed so at ease with you by her side, even going as far as calling you her shadow…though maybe you were being teased. Regardless you kept at it.

Shoko let you sit in her room as she unpacked and you two talked and talked until everything had been put away. It was so easy to talk to her. So easy and so enjoyable and you only felt your heart beat more and more for her. 

When she had finished unpacking, you had made to head back to your room but she had asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer. Maybe have a cigarette and drink some of the sake she had snuck here.

And you had maybe been too eager to agree, but she hadn’t seemed to mind.

Once you two had drunk your fill and sleep started to weigh heavy over your shoulders, she followed you to the door.

“Hey, shadow.” She called to you as you made it half way down the hall. You were quick to turn back, finding her oak colored eyes scanning you over as the corner of her lips tugged upward. “I like you.” You felt your heart begin to beat wildly in your chest again. 

“Uh--Like--like me as a friend? Yeah me--” Before you had been able to complete your thought, she chuckled. 

“No, cutie.” No? No, cutie. No, not as a friend but as--something more? Your heart was going to beat out of your damn chest. It felt like you were going to have a heart attack right then and there and a swarm of butterflies would fly out of your mouth. “I like you. You’re fun. I think we could get along well. We’ll see where it goes, yeah?” You shallowed the dryness building in your mouth. 

“Yeah--” You cleared your throat, trying to summon up your confidence which had been failing you ever since you first laid eyes on her. “Yeah. I’d like that. A lot.” Her lips only pulled higher.

“Good. I’ll see you in the morning, shadow.” 

Satoru had found you the next morning grinning like a fool as you waited for him to exist his room. 

“She likes me. She like likes me.” You said, grabbing hold of his arm as you two began to head outside. 

“Wait, wait--like--like like like?” You nodded proudly. 

“Like Like. Yep.” You said, popping the ‘p’. 

“And she told you this? When? Why?” You only grinned wider as you told him about the night before. How you had even clarified what she had ment. He smirked down at you, giving you a little nudge.

“Shit. Good for you.” You thought maybe he looked a little--disappointed? But it was hard to tell with those damn glasses covering his eyes. 

“Are you mad?” You asked, your grip tightening around his arm. 

“Why would I be mad?” 

“Because--you know. We’re en--” Satoru pressed a finger against your lips and gave you a long, overly loud shush. You tried to swat his hand away but he was quick to lightly shove your head backwards, an oof spilling from your lungs.

“You know I don’t give a crap about that. My clan can eat shit for all I care.” You said nothing as you watched him speak, because if you were seriously considering going along with your growing feelings for Shoko, then this conversation needed to happen. “I thought we agreed that if we find someone special, we would go for it? And if not then we’re both fine to go along with this engagement.” You nodded.

“I want us both to find someone special. Otherwise, I don’t think I can be truly happy. You’re my best friend.” Satoru shrugged.

“I’ll be fine. You know I’ll be fine. I have ladies all over the globe that would be more then happy to spend some one-on-one time with me.” You rolled your eyes at him only for him to flick you in the nose. 

“Asshole.” 

You two met up with Shoko who was waiting just outside for you, a lit cigarette between her pink-tinted lips, which turned upward upon spotting you. You gave Satoru’s arm a tight squeeze before bouncing over to Shoko, who grabbed hold of your hand before you even had half a mind to do the same. 

“So, what do we know about the last guy in our year?” Shoko asked in that even tone of hers, a puff of smoke falling from her lips as she spoke. 

“I think he’s from the city. His name is uh--Geto. Suguru Geto.” You said, pulling a hum from Shoko who brush her thumb over the top of your hand, making your stomach flip flop all over again.

“All I know is he isn’t nearly as sexy as yours tru--” You three made it to the top of the stone steps and found your teacher had already climbed halfway up them. Just behind him walked a strikingly handsome man. Gauges just a little bigger then the tip of your thumb stretched his earlobes and a single strain of raven black hair hung over his forhead, the rest having been pulled up into a messy bun.

And his purple eyes were trained directly onto Gojo, who had gone uncharacteristic quiet beside you. 

You looked up at him and found his lips pulled closed, his blue eyes staring right back at the newcomer from behind his glasses. 

“You’re drooling.” You purred up to him, making your friend blink rapidly. He pulled his hands from out of his pockets and flicked your nose once more. You huffed, rubbing the small hurt away.

“He wishes.” He said in that egotistical way of his. Your smirked only grew as you watched him saunter down the steps to greet Geto head on. 

“I think Gojo’s found himself someone to shadow.” Shoko murmured to you, her oak eyes shining back at you. No one had ever looked at you like that before. No one, not even Gojo. It was a look that stole you breath and made you want to pull ever closer to her. 

Shoko lifted her free hand to brush her thumb over your nose, a warmth spreading through the sore as she used her ability on it. Such a useless thing to use her energy on but you didn’t complain, you only savored the feel of her skin on yours. 

“Hum? What do you think, shadow?” You grabbed for her wrist gently, rubbing your thumb against the soft skin there just as she had your hand. You watched as the lightest of pinks dusted over her cheeks.

“I think so too.” You smiled, looking over her face, wanting to memorize every detail as if you would never look at it again, before turning to watch Gojo interact enthusiastically with Geto who smiled warmly back at him.

[bennysblabbering]

Asking if they want to take things further on the next date

ft. Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami, Yuki, Shoko

g/n reader

(sorry if these are a bit OOC, I've been really busy lately so my muse hasn't been entirely in tact)

[getonite]

YOU MURDERED ME! ON ROBLOX!

contains. teen!geto + gojo, choso, yuji, + megumi x gn!reader ( fem for gojo ). "you're mad cuz they killed you in roblox." sfw, kinda not funny, cringe. ( creator was lazy, this is bad )

[shun-nie]

SatoSugu x reader

=>They can't reach you while you're on a mission.

—>a little angst to fluff

!!!!!swearing, gn!reader, mentions of death!!!!!

"Why did Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to Y/N anyway?" Satoru said as he frowned, you left early this morning and still didn't came back.

"Because Y/N always finishes their work smoothly, they always thinks logically and moves smart in missions." Suguru replies, he missed you too. He was also annoyed that Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to you but it was understandable why he did that. Suguru sighs, he and Satoru were sitting on a bench, sulking beacuse you're not here.

"I missed Y/N, Suguru. Why haven't they come back yet? The mission shouldn't be too hard for them right?" Satoru whined, it was so boring without you. And you always finished the missions quickly, plus you would call them if you were going to be late. Suguru frowned, what if something had happened to you? Sure you were strong and smart (pretty too) but anything could happen right?

Suguru immediately took his phone out of his pocket, went into his contacts and tapped your name. Satoru stopped whining and turned his gaze to Suguru, watching him get impatient as you didn't pick up. Suguru called you for the second time, after ringing a few times, he heard the message "the person you are calling cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later". Suguru looked at the phone screen, why weren't you picking up?

"They usually pick up the phone even if they're busy..." Satoru said quietly, he was thinking the worst scenario. Did you got hurt? Oh god. What if you did?

Suguru got up from the bench and looked at Satoru, Satoru undertood what he meant even if he didn't say anything. He stood up as well, they both walked off to find Yaga.

[meanwhile]

"Fuck, this shit hurts." you said as you clenched your fists, pressing a cloth over the bleeding wound. The mission went smoothly, there was two 1st grade curses. You got rid of them but then a special grade showed up, and there was a little girl in its hands. You had to save the child first, you did save the child and killed off the special grade but you were injured badly.

"Y-Y/N-san, please don't-please don't die!!!" the little girl cried out, tears running down her face. You panicked a little but calmed down.

"Hey, I won't die. Don't worry. I'm one of the strongests, y'know?" you grinned, you actually felt like shit and your head was hurting, there was a ringing in your ears, your phone was broken, you were bleeding from multiple spots. 'Fuck, I'll probably die.' you thought, guilty that you lied to the little girl.

"W-what do we do?! You'll die!!!" the little girl cried even louder, hugging your body close. Not wanting to let go. You sighed and pat her head, thinking of a way out.

"Say, what's your name?" you asked gently.

"Y-Yume..."

"Yume, that's a pretty name. Just like you." You said and smiled, Yume wiped her tears. Looking at you.

"Yume, can you find me a long stick?"

[...]

"Sensei, we have to look for them!! Let us leave!!

"I said no, Satoru. Y/N is strong, no need to worry about them."

Satoru clenches his teeth, clearly angry. Yaga refused to tell where you are and both Satoru and Suguru were worried about your safety. Sure, you were strong. There is no doubt in that, but you were still human and not an immortal. You could've die while they were sitting on a bench doing literally nothing. Suguru frowned at the idea of you dying alone, he wouldn't want that. You didn't deserve that.

Yaga couldn't reach you too, you didn't pick up his calls either. He was worried too, but he knew you were strong and believed that you would manage to get the work done.

"Sensei, we know Y/N is strong. But that doesn't change the fact they can get hurt." Suguru said, trying to remain calm. Yaga looked at them and opened his mouth to talk but Haibara opened the door harshly, he had a scared look on his face. Satoru and Suguru shared a look before looking at Haibara, Yaga was about to scold him for not knocking but he got silent as his eyes widened at Haibara's words.

"SENSEI!!! Y/N-SAN CAME INJURED, THEY'RE NOT BREATHING!!!!"

[...]

"..-/N...!"

".Y/-....!"

"Y/N!!"

"..The hell do you want? Don't scream in my ear you dumb fuck..." you said with a tired tone and opened your eyes slowly. Blinking multiple times to adjust the lights.

You saw 2 familiar faces when you opened your eyes, then you sense that there are 3 people in the room. All the eyes on you.

"Glad to see you're the same even if you came back from death." you heard Shoko's voice, she sound tired. And her voice was hoarse, did she cry?

You tried to process what had happened for a few seconds, and when you remembered what had happened, you immediately sat up in bed. Your head, throbbing as you did so. Suguru and Satoru were looking at you with concerns, Satoru probably cried as his eyes were red. Oh. Oh shit.

"Yume...Where is Yume? Is she okay?" You asked quickly, turning your gaze to Shoko, she sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, there was not even a scratch on her body. She's sleeping in your room." Shoko said and got silent for a moment before talking again.

"You almost died and you're not even worried about yourself..?" Shoko said quietly. You sighed and let Suguru lay you down on the bed.

"I'm sorry. The special grade just showed up, I couldn't just left Yume to it's hands." you replied quietly, "Sorry..." You said again. Suguru kissed your forehead, he was holding your hand as your other hand was being held by Satoru. Shoko walked over to your bed and kissed your cheek, it hurted to see you in this position.

"Just rest, yeah? Don't worry much about it." she said and walked towards the door, leaving the room to smoke her stress off. You were left with Satoru and Suguru, Satoru was resting his head on your stomach as he played with your fingers. Suguru was stroking you hand with his thumb, probably think of which words he should say.

"Satoru, Suguru. I'm sorry I worried you both." You said, not looking at them. Satoru pulled his chair closer to your bed, kissing the side of your lip softly before grinning. Teasing you about how depressed you sound, you teased back telling he looks as depressed as you. Suguru watched you both and smiled to himself.

He was glad you didn't left them.

.

.

.

[teddybeartoji]

thinking about burying your face into shoko's chest when the scary movie is getting a litte too scary during the usual sashisu get-together. suguru is acting all calm, (you know his heartbeat is racing, though. he's not as cool as he thinks) surpressing a little smirk while satoru is clutching onto his sweater for his dear life.

shoko isn't focused on the boys, nor is she focused on the tv screen that's filled with blood and guts – your scrunched up face being way more intriguing. she's trying to be smooth, trying to just catch a proper glimpse of you but it's hard without making a fuss. she needs to turn her head and she knows that's gonna get your attention; she doesn't want that. she wants to look at you without you looking back. she wants to study you and your face, you and you expressions, you and your birthmarks and you and your scars. she can't do that if you're staring up at her. she can't study you like that - she'll get distracted.

but c'mon, you're right there – one hand on her stomach, holding yourself up a little while the other is lost somewhere between your bodies. she has to look at you.

and she does. from what she can see, your face is in fact all scrunched up and it is in fact as adorable as she'd thought it'd be. your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes screwed shut as the screaming and yelling continues booming from the tv. your bottom lip is a little jutted out; shoko's lips twitch. so do her fingers.

her one hand is securely holding wine glass while the other... has somehow found its way to your back. for comfort, she thinks to herself. she didn't even realize it was there. instinct, she thinks to herself.

she leans back a mere inch, eager to see more of your pained face but that's when your eyes open; staring right back at her, you feel small. you feel flustered. she has that effect on you. the fingers on your back have now found a lock of hair, twirling the ends between her fingers; surely tainting you with the faint tobacco smell. you don't care.

"scared?" she whispers. her lips move so smoothly, the dark hue of them inviting you in. maroon; the mixture of her own lipstick and the wine - you wonder how she'd taste.

"maybe..." you whisper back. she hums quietly, trying not to attract attention from the boys a few feet away.

"aw..."

it's hard not to burn at her words, her small coo.

"what about you, hm?" you hum back and she can feel it; feel it start from the back of your throat and make its way through your body and then through hers. you're so close. "your heart is beating pretty fast. you sure you're not scared?"

...

it's not often you, or anybody else for that matter, is able to catch her off-guard. this is... new.

she just blinks down at you a few times, her pretty eyelashes fluttering against her soft pale skin. her lips part, yet nothing comes out. for about twenty seconds, it's just you and her. no blood, no gore, no tv, no boys, no noise, no nothing - only her eyes and your eyes. when your own lips quirk up, ready to bark out a tease at her - satoru screams, pulling your attention from her.

while suguru is muffling trying to muffle satoru's awful noises by slapping a palm in front of his mouth and you're trying to keep your laughter from bubbling up - shoko is still staring at you.

[ninothebirb]

Sleeping HCs with JJK Characters!

Note: This is a mainly pre-Shibuya arc post where everything was happy go lucky and no-one died. There is one character in here which also has a post-Shibuya arc headcanon- so beware.

Warning!: Ultra super duper fluff, like a cloud- so fluffy you can't feel it!, Some angst, gender neutral reader, wonky writing

🌙🌙💤💤💤💤💤💤------------------------💤💤💤💤💤💤🌙🌙

Gojo Satoru:

He's the kind of guy who snores like it's the last thing he's gonna do in his life. As much as he absolutely adores cuddles and snuggling, his snoring is a bit of a problem since it's so loud. But don't you worry- because he bought some super expensive ear plugs just for you, so you can sleep in the same room together.

Getou Suguru:

You can't sleep with him cuz he's dead and possessed by a brain shaped maniac curse.

Itadori Yuji:

He's super sweet! He has the warmest comforter and always makes sure you sleep before he does, but there's a tiny problem. He kicks when he sleeps, so most mornings you find yourself on the floor. He often puts pillows between the two of you so you don't get hurt, but there are times when you take the initiative to just cuddle him and hold him close. It's a risk worth taking, really.

Post Shibuya Arc:

Yuji's nights are often sleepless at this point, he doesn't kick anymore, but that's been replaced by the nightmares he has. All he does is hold you tight and cry into your arms, because the only hope he has left is you, which he is deathly afraid of losing.

Megumi Fushiguro:

He's a bit shy at first, since he's quite new to lovey dovey stuff. But he's not completely against it, he just needs some time. The two of you gradually proceed, sleeping on the same bed, and then finally cuddling. He's a caring person and always keeps what he loves close to his heart, especially when he's sleeping and in a vulnerable state as such. Sometimes he needs space, but that's no biggie, because he'll always love you.

Nobara:

She's a tough nut to crack, you'll give her that. At first she told you she wants personal space and will sleep alone in her own dorm room, only to find her cuddling up against you on your bed. She isn't necessarily shy, she's just- a bit reserved and protective of herself. It took a while for her to admit she likes sleeping together, but it was obvious from day one. She's a sweet girl though, she makes sure to adjust her sleeping schedule to yours, even if she would prefer to stay awake till late night.

Nanami Kento:

Oh boy, he's always so stressed from work that the moment he returns he's on the bed before you even saw him enter your shared apartment. On non-working days, he always holds you tight when in bed, and many a times you'll find him stroking your hair to make sure you fall asleep. He needs to be completely certain that the two of you are safe before sleeping, so he locks all the doors and windows, closes the curtains and keeps the keys under his pillow.

Shoko:

Idk much about her, but she's a caring woman. She always looks after your sleeping schedule, but struggles with her own. Of course, every night she'll lay beside you, holding you tight and maybe sneaking a few pics for herself.

Maki Zenin:

Tsundere sleeping energy. She's very similar to Nobara's case, but she avoids cuddling or "childish playtime" as she calls it. You respect her preferences however, and she's also ready to sleep in the same bed. Just- no cuddles or snuggles.

Yuta Okkotsu:

He's extremely shy when it comes to sleeping together. After Gojo-Sensei recommended him some extreme adult dating advice, his mind was blown. First off, he learnt that sleeping together meant indulging in sexual intercourse- and he didn't wanna lose his virginity! Yet! That was until you explained that you just wanted to sleep in the same bed, and just because he trusts you so dearly, he agreed. He enjoys snuggles a bit too much, always glued to you like you're his lifeline.

[imwritingforfun]

Two unknown streamers

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Overslept again

2. Joining the stream

3. School fair ahead!

4. You're overthinking it

5. Take a break for once

6. Mysterious person

7. Can't come to the phone leave a message

8. Pool party

9. Late night streaming

10. Why don't you show yourself

11. Hold on they sound familiar...

12. Not the time for guessing

13. Could it be...

14. Let's meet up

15. Face reveal

16. I knew it from the start

17. School fair

18. What a surprise

19. Graduation party

Valentine's Day special

Halloween special

[satocidal]

shoko has impeccable strap game that’s all 🏃🏾‍♀️

I love absolutely everything you say because all of it is so true — but listen this got me thinking, Shoko with a strap-on but subby? Like yk? Like yeah-

Warnings: smut—MDNI—use of pet name (pup, hun, slut); undertones of jealousy; dom! Shoko; AFAB! reader

!!Smut undercut!!

Shoko Ieiri was simply cruel—one hand wrapped around your neck and the other groping your tits, she had your back flushed against her chest.

“Sho’” another whine escaped you—another slap landing swift on your pussy, tears at the brink.

“Awh, you’re gonna cry?” Your face burned at her words as her nimble fingers toyed with folds, swiping ever so slowly and softly at your clit.

“Quite the whiner aren’t ya, slut?” Her expression was cold, calculated—“I wonder if you enjoyed it…whoring yourself out to Gojo,”

Her hand was quick in pushing you on to the mattress, hands tied behind your back minutes earlier—burying your face into the soft mattress.

You could feel her gaze at your exposed ass—your gaping hole—a gasp you let out as you felt something sticky land on your entrance, it felt so dirty.

Her fingers worked quick as they prepared you—pushing deep against your walls—fast, rough.

“You’re so fucking wet already hun, didn’t even need my spit hm?” Her voice was calm, collected—as if she wasn’t just going to use on you her favourite dildo—the one that always made you cry as she made you bounce on it.

“S’too big,” another whine—“Bet you’d have sucked on it hungrily if it were his cock Hm?”

A harsh smack landed on your already reddened ass—another cry you let out.

“Arch your back for me,” a command simple enough and after all the hour long teasing you couldn’t find yourself not complying to the simplest of her orders—so there you lay, face pressed against the mattress, drool coating your mouth—your ass and greedy hole offered for her to use as she willed.

She grinned as she looked at you—all worn out and a panting mess on the bed, drunk off the pleasure she knew only she could provide you.

“Beg me for it, beg for my cock pup,” you groaned again, “please,” you mumbled against the surface, “please please please I- i- need it,”

“Look at you,” she grunted, her strap on slowly sliding into your weeping hole—“So fuckin’ pretty for me, who take cares of this pussy? Who owns it?”

And all you could do was babble incoherent words and nod your head repeatedly—not even able to call her name out as you rode on her pleasure—You can’t think, or feel your legs, your whole body was spasming and your walls tightening around her thick fat dildo.

Another other smack, and again and again until you were a sobbing mess—pussy clenching on her cock as the pain intermixed with your high—“So tight baby,” she groaned—her strap rutting against your hips roughly. And as she continued abusing your sweet spot, her smirk only widened as your body spasmed, her fingers reaching under to you clit again.

You knew you weren’t to cum without her permission- you were her good pup after all—but gods it was getting impossible and she knew it.

“f-fuuck take it, take it, that’s it, cum on my cock pretty—now,” and that was all that was needed before your body shivered, the wave of pleasure pooling deep into your core and washing over you as your mind went blank.

“Good girl,” she would always groan after this- hand reaching out to pull her camera and add another photo to her collection of your ‘fucked out’ faces<3

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[cheralith]

cw: gn!reader, no pronouns used, some verbal fighting (not extreme), i have a habit of making suguru be an asshole haha

thinking about bandmate!suguru who makes u irritated just by looking at him... the snarky rhythm guitarist who narrows his eyes at your presence when you join the club via shoko, your childhood friend. satoru is delighted to meet you, exclaiming that the many designs that adorned your bass told him all he needed to know about you. iori is thankful that there’s another girl in the band, comparing you to a spring’s breath of fresh air amidst the stench of two specific men.

but suguru feels as if there’s something wrong about you… something that doesn’t fit into the usual dynamic—and he doesn’t do a good job of hiding it. he’ll ask aloud via practice whether bass is that important to the band, or that satoru is a jack of all trades! why couldn’t he do it? the best he’ll do is feign nicety and say the most passive aggressive things (“yeah we could do that, but this is better, y’know?”). his insults are soft-spoken, but they’re just as icy and if not, more sharp tongued than if he was yelling. don’t make a mistake, because his ears are just as sharp as his eyes and he’ll cut the song short if you play a wrong note or if you play it too fast. he’ll spend more time lecturing you about the importance of perfection rather than actually correcting your mistake and he doesn’t notice that it irritates not only you, but satoru, shoko, and iori as well.

you were fine with it for the first few weeks, obviously not wanting to get on the rest of the band’s bad side, but it came to a point where you refused to be a doormat and started retaliating with equal fervor. suguru is taken aback the first time you spit his own fire in his face, but ever since then, it’s almost like a game of catch between you two every practice. satoru had to pick you up by the scruff like a kitten one time to stop you from pouncing on suguru after he called you a poser.

it’s become like breathing at this point—suguru says something to tick you off and in a flash of a second, you snap back. the other three have long tried to help you both, sighing and shaking their head every time suguru smirk grows wider as your insults grow exponentially. he’s fueling his own fire and god forbid they put it out.

it comes to a boiling point, eventually. he should’ve seen it coming—all of them should. perhaps it was the way satoru, shoko, and iori automatically looked up to see your reaction the moment suguru finished words that slowly burned into your flesh, making you all halt your practicing.

“i don’t even know why you joined. you’re not that good, anyways.”

suguru himself had to take a moment to process what he had said, awaiting your reaction from your frozen self with not even your fingertips moving.

the entirety of the garage goes still, and before shoko snaps at him to apologize, he scoffs at your silence and lightly pushes your shoulder to make you face him. “yo, did you hear what i said?”

you don’t respond, but instead, you start to pack up your bass and other arrays silently. the other three dread what’s about to happen in the next few seconds, and look to suguru to send him a message but he sighs and shakes his head, something regarding you being deaf slipping his tongue.

the clicks of the clasps on your case are the only things that echo through the garage. your grip on your amp tightens and despite battle of the bands coming up in less than three weeks, you turn your head to the rest of them, making sure to properly make eye contact with a familiar purple hue, you mutter,

“find another bassist. i quit.”

[cinniipuppiii]

Texts as Shoko Ieiri's Bestie

Includes: Shoko and GN!Reader (Kinda implied afab!reader, but it isn't essential. Just funny)

[hopeluna-archived]

Gojo & Nanami accidentally confess to their gn crush?

?! You weren't supposed to hear that

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。Characters: Gojo Satoru

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。CW: none!

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。A/N: i've been a bit busy with stuff so here is gojo for now and nanami will be up a bit later <33

m.list

"Please! You are so in love with them, you keep making those disgusting gooey eyes at them"

"Can you not be so loud?!"

Shoko shifts her bored gaze from the papers in front of her to a blushing, frantically looking around, Gojo. "Why don't you just tell them?", Shoko almost laughs out aloud at the way Gojo looks at her with the most offended expression.

"I can't just tell them! What if they reject me? My fragile heart won't be able to take it", Gojo sighs, dramatically leaning his head back on the couch with a hand over his face.

"Correction, your fragile ego"

"You're so mean...." Shoko merely hums in false acknowledgement at her friend. "I'm just saying, you're not going anywhere by whining about this crush everyday to everyone in your sight".

"Well its not like its my fault! Its theirs really...I mean who wouldn't have a crush on them? They are so beautiful and the way they laugh is so sweet, the way they smile when see something they are excited for, even the little frown when they see something they don't like is so cute", Gojo lies back on the small couch, as much as he can with his tall figure, and buries his face in the pillow like a teenage girl while saying your name dreamily.

"Damn Satoru, I didn't know you were that obsessed with me", it takes everything in you to maintain the nonchalant smirk on your face while Gojo's face falls comically.

He turns to you in slow motion, turns to Shoko, turns back to you and back again to face Shoko with an accusing finger, "YOU SAW THEM COME IN??", Shoko merely nods, "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?", she gets up with a happy "nope".

"You should be grateful, i've finally saved you from your pathetic pining".

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[mothmanperson]

Picture Unperfect

cw: gender neutral reader, slightly insecure reader, angst, tiniest bit of fluff, reader doesn’t cry, mean frat dude probably, ooc probably

tw: mocking, being made fun of for appearance

well at least until you have the glow-up everyone else seems to be having, or already had, or never needed.

you were so jealous of those people,

and you genuinely never understood how it even came to, that you befriended them.

that they genuinely want to hang out with you in breaks, write you(by their own will, mind you) regularly or ask if you‘d like to go out with them, to a restaurant, expensive ones, your friends seemed to have that money, or amusement parks, or to one of your places.

you were amazed by the fact they simply didn‘t care. they didn’t care that you looked a mess 80% of the time, they didn’t care that you had emotions, that you were more sad and depress at times. your small friend group didn’t care that your room looked how it looked, overlooking the trash mountain by the side of your bed, which you didn‘t have the energy’s to clean up yet.

you were never conventionally attractive. and you never will be, you made peace with that. it was hard, and it still is. every time you come across a reflective surface and catch a peek of yourself you falter, jump at someone you don’t quite recognize. you know those features, all to well, after spending hour standing in front of a mirror, criticizing every wrong placed cell in your body, but they don’t make sense in the way you want them to. your image in your mind is so much different than whatever it is that owlishly blinks back at you.

but after years of yearning to be normal, to look normal, you‘ve come to an agreement with your body and mind, and now you don’t completely hate how you look anymore. it was nice in a way, but it still wasn’t easy.

you felt like you lost so much in your younger years. something you could never recover or catch up on.

conventionally attractive people have it easy, you always thought. sure they might have problems too, but they didn’t wake up with dread, dressing in the biggest and darkest clothes because nothing else felt right on their dirty skin, you always told yourself, in that close mindedness of yours. and that’s okay, somehow this close mindedness brings comfort, just once you only thought of yourself.

conventionally attractive people didn’t have the problem of seeing their friends get pined after left anf right, didn’t have to give advice to a topic they couldn‘t even imagine, and only dream of.

people tend to say ‚your time will come‘ or ‚you will meet someone when you least expect it‘, well…. now you don’t expect it at all anymore, so where is your soulmate? you angrily thought to yourself as a, now ex friend, told you how hard it was to have three people have a crush on her at the same time, because it was so exhausting trying to be nice to them, even if they annoyed her and she only had eyes for one.

‚just block them‘

you once said to which she simply replied

,i don’t want to be mean‘

you stood up and left then and there. your friendship crumbled like ash after. and you never talked again.

romantic interaction and people telling you they like you, romantically or platonically, wasn’t really a thing for you growing up.

one or two friends stayed with you over the years, but the rest you never saw or even talked to anymore.

you often wonder if they think about you as much as you do about them and the way they openly disrespected you and hurt your feelings and you didn’t even get it.

you never had much reassurance growing up that how you looked didn’t matter, that to some people you looked cool, that they wanted to be friends with you because you looked the way you looked.

and that ruined so much for you, most of which you have yet to heal from, yet you’re trying your best.

and then, after you graduated from secondary school, you went off to a technical college. were you met your new friends.

they were so odd and awkward at the beginning. but so were you. you guessed it was destined you got jumbled together into this mess of a group you call friends.

and things finally started to look up. you laughed and cried, shared secrets and insulted each other, it just fit perfectly.

you were oh so greatful to finally find people that you could start to believe, wanted to be friends with you.

even when you started to doubt and ask, they always reassured you, so lovingly, in a way no one else had, you had no other chance than to believe them.

but you have yet to come over the fact that such, ethereal, pretty and handsome people, wanted to be friends, with you, it sounded absurd and made absolutely no sense to you.

all of them were more than just conventionally attractive, and definitely way above ‚over average‘ and they definitely knew, how could they not?

gojo satoru, a tall, white haired dude with big blue eyes was the heartthrob of the school. wearing sunglasses all the time, his laid back and nonchalant personality made him even more popular with everyone but the teachers.

geto suguru was more toned down, a calm and collected individual, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as much of a menace as satoru. his long hair, done in an attractive loose man-bun most of the time, helped bring across his put together yet relaxed persona. and slightly slanted and ever narrowed eyes that gave him such an alluring look that had everyone swooning in secret.

(he even had tunnels, a feature you shared, which made you even more happy, his were just a bit smaller than yours)

and last but not least, shoko leiri, an ever tired, chain smoking woman. her brown hair suited her well, and while controversial, so did her dark circles, it gave her such character you couldn’t even begin to describe. when you looked at her, everything just clicked into place and made sense. having smoker parents yourself, her scent was comforting, oddly enough, mixed with her cherry scented lipgloss (she sometimes shares it with you).

and then there was you… you knew how you looked like, and that’s the exact reason you avoid looking at yourself in group pictures. it was a sweet gesture of them, of course, and you appreciated not being left out, but you simply couldn’t stand seeing yourself next to them. so out of place, so happy yet, it almost disgusted you, you disgusted yourself for ruining such a pretty photo once again.

‚aww, it looks so cute!‘

you excitedly tell your friends as they show you the picture they took of you all while out eating, skillfully ignoring that nauseatingly familiar face, stuffing itself full with food. they don’t notice how you felt, years of covering your disappointment made that possible.

it’s not like you didn’t want them to see or know, because they did, you just… didn’t know how to stop doing it.

if you knew someone, gojo most of the time, took a picture, you took great care in hiding your face, with your hand or a piece of clothing. but sometimes your weren’t fast enough or didn’t notice gojo was taking a picture in the first place. he loved to take those kinds of pictures. and you let him have his fun, admittedly, some of them were really funny and made you laugh aswell, but you‘d never tell them that… they‘d never let you live it down.

it was only one time this kind of escalated into something ugly…

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„oh my god, i look disgusting in this picture..“

„whaaat? no! you look totally cute“

you shot gojo a glare as you continued to look through the plethora of pictures he had taken, physically sick at the way you looked.

it was already evening and the sun just started to set. you and gojo sat on a bench, waiting for geto and shoko to come back from their smoking break. satoru hated the smell and you didn’t smoke anymore so you two always did something else while they killed their lungs.

and today satoru felt like taking pictures, stupid ones that looked ugly no matter how you looked at it, but also some really pretty ones if it wasn’t for you and your little imperfections that only seemed visible to you.

„i’m going to delete them..“

you said, after a lengthy pause and instantly were tackled. gojo put his whole body weight on top of you and reached for his phone, eyes wide and panicked.

„NO YOU‘RE NOT- THOSE PICTURES ARE AMAZING-„

he yelled, or more like whined as he struggled to get ahold of his phone, you kept far away from him. you tried to push him off but to no avail, so you wriggled your way out from beneath him and took some steps back as a precaution.

„nooo- i look awful in these, i’m not gonna let you keep those-..“

you groaned, sidestepping your friends attempt at catching you.

„oh come on, why not? it’s not like anyone is gonna see..“

he tried convincing, stalking closer, eyeing his expensive phone, gripping tightly in your hand.

you faltered a bit, your arm lowering slightly, easily convinced.

„alright, okay“

you sighed out

„but you’re not gonna show anyone else alright? you can send them into the group chat but no showing around..“

you handed him back his phone and he sighed in relief, checking his phone for damage that wasn’t there.

always so quick to exaggerate.

you really hope you could rely on the small chance no one would see.

but alas, you hoped to soon..

days later, in the big break, you sat with suguru, shoko and gojo at a small table at the back of the cafeteria, where you always sat. there was more space for others to sit at but most f the time it was just the four of you.

not today though, some people you didn’t know, but gojo apparently did sat with you for some stupid reason, talking his ear off and taking all his attention.

to say it was awkward would be an understatement. you geto and shoko weren’t quite as extroverted as gojo was, so you didn’t talk, which you were totally okay with, but there were strangers at the table that stared, and talked about topics you didn’t know about. they were loud and unruly, disrespectful and you you could see satoru cringe here and there at something one of the guys said, his phone screen side up layed in front of him, as he played with it impatiently, hoping the guys he knew but really didn’t know would finally leave.

it all happened in a matter of seconds, and gojo received a message, his screen lighting up, showing a dimly lit photo.

it was one from a few days ago, on the bench.

someone stupid and ugly looking sitting right next to him, as if they were on the same level. they shouldn’t even be near him.

thoughts started to crowd their mind, progressively getting worse and worse but you said nothing.

„who is that person with you on that photo?“

one of the guys asked, his voice sounding odd, almost degrading even if he hadn’t said anything bad. you snapped out of your mind, and your eyebrows furrowed. now you felt ashamed.

you could just hope gojo wouldn’t say it wad you, to spare you the embarrassment of being perceived.

„is that your partner?“

another voice called out, less condescending and more curiously before a third voice joined in, grating and mocking tone of voice. it hurt your ears.

„really? you could do better than that, satoru, they look so weird, you can even see their double chin“

the voice laughed, and so did the other’s. all the while your friends already small smile slipped from his face, as now a borderline annoyed expression took it‘s place.

„and such unclear skin“

„and their weight?“

„they look stupid“

„ugly“

„unlovable“

you weren’t quite sure anymore which words your mind made up and which ones were truly spoken, but it mattered little. if you could, you would just love to sink into the ground and never face earth an it’s opponents ever again.

„it doesn’t matter does it?!“

gojo’s uncharacteristically angry voice interrupts, and you were happy it was quiet again.

„how they look doesn’t fucking matter does it? their personality is awesome, unlike yours and they look stunning something you could never achieve, so fuck off..“

it was unusual for gojo to slip out of his happy-go-lucky persona, but this was his friend we‘re talking about, he never held back when it came to his friends.

you didn’t listen what happened after that, leaning onto geto’s shoulder and indulged yourself in your phone, a nice distraction from this escapade.

you knew it didn’t matter, those guys… didn’t matter, but that didn’t make it hurt less. emotions from still open wounds trickled out like cold blood. you took a deep breath as the table got silent again. no one talked. but it wasn’t awkward.

there was just a bitter solemn tension in the air.

you were a bit more reserved after that, quiet and less engaging in silly conversations, and your friends knew to give you a bit of time, they didn’t pity you and kept treating you normally.

but they were a bit more affectionate, especially geto.

gojo kept his distance knowing he was part of the cause, and also because he didn’t know if or how he could apologize.

shoko gave you her silent support, a stable individual you could rely on. and you loved her for that.

it was alright though, you‘ll come around eventually, you always did…

[bennysblabbering]

NSFW Headcanons

ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Shoko, Utahime

Gojo

- 9 inches, average girth

- Has no preference for bottoming or topping, he just likes to have sex lol

- Prefers to sub, but even when he does dom, he's soft and playful about it

- Pretty high libido, but since he doesn't have a whole lot of time for sex, he just has a quick jerk off session once or twice a day.

- Vocal as fuck. Earth-shattering moans and trembling legs when he cums. Has to work REALLY hard to keep his voice down if other people are around.

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Geto

- 8 inches, thick girth. Curves up slightly.

- Doesn't care if he's the bottom or the top but he WILL be the one in charge.

- Average libido. Masturbates every now and then just to quell the urge, but doesn't do it too much. Will occasionally have a friend with benefits or something casual, but he's picky about who he wants.

- A lot of groans and drawn-out sighs, but rarely ever straight up moans unless he's caught off guard by something (like his prostate suddenly being pressed on really hard, he loooves having his prostate played with.)

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Nanami

- 7.5 inches, slightly thicker than average

- Definitely prefers to top but will bottom if he really trusts his partner.

- Either service dom, or sub. He will do whatever makes his partner happy. Whether they want him to be rough and manhandle them, soft and affectionate, or completely submissive, he'll do it. He's 100% a giver.

- When not in a relationship his libido is fairly low. However, that increases to about average when he's interested in someone. (Demisexual king.)

- Mostly deep growls and heavy breathing. Does sometimes moan, though, if he's feeling really good.

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Choso

- 6.5 inches, average girth. Leans to the right a bit.

- Likes topping and bottoming equally. He can't choose just one.

- Prefers to sub, but will dom if he makes sure a million times over what the boundaries are. He feels good when his partner feels good, so he cares more about their pleasure than his.

- Pretty high libido. Masturbates probably at least once a day. When in a relationship he's constantly needy and will take any and all opportunities to have sex, no matter when or where.

- Vocal as hell. Moans like a damn porn star and he's not ashamed of it.

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Sukuna

- 10 inches, thickness of a soda can. And yes, he has two. (And they both have one black ring marking on them.)

- Always tops, always doms. No exceptions.

- Absolutely insatiable libido. Complete horn dog. Never masturbates though, he'd rather stick his cocks in a tight, whimpering sub.

- Doesn't moan much, mostly just growls. But they're incredibly intense and sexy growls.

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Shoko

- Prefers to top but doesn't mind bottoming, she's fine with either.

- Has no preference when it comes to dom or sub, either. She's up for anything and likes to experiment.

- Pretty low libido. Doesn't masturbate at all. Only really cares about sex and intimacy if she's dating someone. (Grey-ace queen.)

- Some quiet moans here and there, but not much. Gets slightly louder when she cums but that's it.

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Utahime

- Pillow princess to the max. Would never be caught dead topping.

- Would maybe consider domming but she would only want to on special occasions.

- Libido is slightly lower than average but still needs to masturbate every now and then just to keep herself in check. Only ever has sex in established relationships, simply out of choice. She doesn't want a stranger or someone she doesn't love to see intimate parts of her body.

- Very shy with her noises, mostly just quiet whimpers. Goes completely silent when she cums.

[ilythecolorpink]

Lovesick (Doctor Geto Suguru x reader)

About three years have passed since you and Geto Suguru became friends, and throughout that period, you grew to like him more and more until you eventually began to have unusual feelings. …. ( reader is oblivious to their feelings lol)

It was a typical Saturday, but when you got out of bed today, you felt a fluttering in your chest, being unable to sleep, loss of appetite and you could feel your cheeks start to flush as you thought about your best friend Geto. Your mind only thinking about him was starting to drive you crazy. Why was I thinking about HIM out of all people? And what is this feeling?

So, you decided to go and see him at his work since he could tell you what the reason is for these strange new feelings that you have been having for the past week now. As you walk to the entrance of the hospital, you welcome the woman working at the front with her lovely long brown hair, eye bags, and warm brown eyes as you approach the hospital's entrance. "Welcome to South Valley General Hospital, how may I assist you, dear? " She replies with a soft grin as she answers.

"Hello, I'd like to make an appointment to see the doctor today, please," you reply with a smile. Yes, I'll be able to take care of that for you, sweetheart; please have a seat there till the doctor calls. Then she asks me, "Wait you're Geto's friend, right?” "Yeah, does he talk about me a lot?" I ask her as I stare at her in disbelief. "Yes, he does. Don't tell him this but I think he has a little crush on you," she chuckles, looking delighted.

I run to the seat and say "thank you" to her while I hide my face to prevent the blush from spreading to my cheeks. Then the door opens clearing my thoughts as I hear Geto calling my name. I stand up as I wave goodbye to the pleasant woman. “Hey Y/N, it's so nice to see you, you didn’t come just to see me, did you? he asks as he smiles at me. noticing that his comment made me blush, he starts laughing.

"I'm just kidding," he says while grinning. “Even though that blush on you is so very adorable, really how can I help you?” I sit down at the examination table; my heart is still thumping loudly in my chest. As I say “Well, I have been feeling really strange recently like a fluttering in my chest, loss of sleep, and loss of appetite.” He looks at me intrigued as he pulls out his stethoscope and places it on my chest while he listens to my heartbeat, noticing how quickly it beats as he gets close to me.

He then steps back and advises me to breathe softly in and out before placing it on my back. When he is finished, he laughs and appears amused to me. I question him “What’s so funny?” He keeps laughing at this and asks, "So who is the lucky guy or girl?" I turn my head to the side; I look at him with confusion as I say “Geto what are you talking about? Is this a joke?” He then calms down from laughing, he responds saying “You are in love darling, no doubt about it.

So, you gonna tell me who it is or what?” I then begin to flutter in my chest as I say, "I... I can't." Then, in a teasing tone, he continues, "Oh don't be shy now, just use those pretty words of yours." I start to go red completely as I say “Well, the only person that I have been thinking about is … you.” He then blinks and looks at me in full disbelief before replying, "I.. um, oh wow, give me a second."

He covered his face by reaching over and grabbing his clipboard. I approached him getting down to his level and setting down the clipboard to see Geto's deep crimson cheeks. Then with an innocent look, I say “ Suguru, are you okay?” He then pulls me by the collar as he kisses me roughly on the lips. He responds, “Fuck Y/N you have no idea how badly I have wanted to do this.” As I continue to kiss him, I hear the door knock as we push each other back as the woman from earlier says “Gosh, get a room lovebirds.” As she laughs. Geto now staring at her with embarrassment as he says “Shoko I swear to god you will be the death of me.”

A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I LOVE YOU.

[husbandograveyard]

Hazel hello! i see you’ve been having so much fun with JJK and your reactions to certain events makes for a good laugh. season 2 is gonna be a doozy

if i may feed the brain rot, may i ask for Ieri Shoko for the pillow talk event with prompts 2, 14, and 17?

thank you and have a great day <3

Alex!~ I am so happy with the JJK thingies. S2 was a huge doozy, I am still reeling hahah. I should really get to reading the manga soon. Also big props to you for picking Shoko! I love her and had quite a lot of fun writing this :3 I hope you enjoy <3

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️

Prompt: “Does it also feel awkward for you now?” “A little bit.” Character: Ieiri Shoko (JJK) x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Friends to lovers? maybe? ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Friends ought to stay friends; no matter how attractive they find each other, right? 

That was what you thought anyway, and that was somewhat of a rule you abided by. You had plenty of attractive friends, you weren’t stupid, you had eyes. And you saw them get flirted with loads of times too. Especially your classmates: Suguru, Satoru, Shoko… three insanely attractive people, each with their unique charm. 

There were brief moments of attraction you had towards Shoko specifically. You would never try and pursue her, she didn’t seem to be the type to date much, anyway, and you valued your friendship too much to act on just some attraction, even though it sometimes took over your entire body. 

It didn’t matter that when she looked at you with tired eyes and a lazy grin, your heart skipped a beat. Or that you smelled her subtle perfume as you helped her get home after a night where she had one too many drinks. She had looked at you with a rosy blush on her cheeks, eyes glazed over a little… it was all too much. But you hadn’t done anything, had kept your mouth shut. Like a good friend should. 

So why you didn’t stop today, as she leaned in just a little too close, was a mystery to you. You hadn’t stopped your lips from touching hers, you didn’t stop when they moved in sync, you didn’t move when you stumbled into your room, clothes discarded quickly in disorganized piles as you didn’t stop your hands from exploring all over her body, leaning into her touches as well. 

It was more than an hour later when you were finally done, the afterglow fading away as you heard Shoko sit up to find her purse somewhere, in pursuit of her pack of cigarettes. You watched her do so, feeling guilty about not stopping yourself earlier, but mostly catching yourself admiring her naked frame as she bent over and retrieved the cigarettes and lighter from her purse. 

You wanted to say something, anything to break the silence. You hadn’t talked about this, about possible feelings. You didn’t know if she had any feelings for you. Was this just a one time thing? Would this change your friendship? 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Shoko grabbing your bathrobe and putting it on, then cracking open a window so she could blow the smoke out. You pulled up a blanket not to be cold, feeling suddenly extremely naked and vulnerable now her body was covered up. 

“Does it also feel awkward for you now?” 

You spoke up, unable to bear the tension any longer. She didn’t reply immediately, only adding to the tension. Instead, she took another draw of her cigarette, smoke escaping from her lips as she spoke. 

“A little bit.” 

“So… what now?” 

“That is up to us to decide, no? Do we want more of this?” 

You sighed, thinking for a bit before deciding that it was now or never.” “I do.”

[ikemenomegas]

Gojo Satoru x Reader

ウタカタ (Hey, let's stay like this forever)

there is a side helping of Geto Suguru x Reader and Ieri Shoko x Reader in this as well, lucky you. Fifteen year old sorcerers are messy and emotional and a damn delight, lucky you

"Why did you throw the match?"

It's the next day when Satoru-san clatters up to you on your way to one of the libraries.

The way your lips press flat together and you wrinkle your nose is automatic, shown before you think to reel it back.

You step back automatically, even though Satoru-san has never really been the one to reach out and touch people.

"You won. You were going to win anyways," you say, a hard pit in your stomach, clutching your notebook to your chest.

He looks... put out, his eyes boring into yours over the rim of his sunglasses.

"You shouldn't give up early," he says, sulky.

The tone surprises you and it must show on your face because Satoru-san relaxes a bit, slumping over with his hands on his pockets.

You don't know what to say to him. You don't want to say anything, don't want to explain yourself. Satoru-san is smart. It feels like if you say anything he'll see right through you.

"What if it was a curse," he goes on, oddly awkward.

Is he... trying to reassure you? That seems a little off base, but he's also not leaving.

"You're not a curse," you say, confused. "You're a person." You curse your own name in your head. You need to stop talking.

Satoru-san half-scowls, looking petulant.

"What about a curse-user?"

"You're not a curse-user either," you say, feeling uncomfortable. You've never actually encountered a curse user that you had to fight. The wildfire draw of your power is always there, the what-if of what you could do if there were no rules bounding the places in your mind where it feels safe to use your power.

"I'm going to get ice cream" he says suddenly.

"Um, okay." The non-sequitur throws you, your grip on the notebook loosening just slightly.

He blinks at you expectantly over the rim of his glasses. He also isn't leaving.

He rolls his eyes at you like you're the slowest thing he's ever encountered and grabs your wrist.

"Come on."

"Hey!"

It's a nominal protest, more to do with how he could easily yank you off your feet than anything else. It means there's not much choice but to follow him, stumbling a few steps quicker so you're standing by his side instead of behind.

He lets go of you so quickly, pausing so he's behind you and buffeting you downward with the threat of stepping on the backs of your shoes.

Coming around the corner, you catch sight of the other two.

"If you explain yourself, people come around faster," Suguru-san calls up, gaze fixed over your shoulder.

"Why would I do that?" Satoru-san asks, but he sounds like he's smiling as you scoot behind Shoko-san for the space to tuck your notebook away.

"Where are we going?" you ask him, only for him to refuse to explain, darting off on his stupid-long legs and leaving the rest of you to follow. Suguru-san easily keeps pace, rolling his eyes good-naturedly and trailing back enough that it forces Satoru-san to slow down before he loses the rest of you.

Shoko-san looks amused but lets you grab her hand and tug her along so that you're clustered together.

You're pretty sure you're not technically supposed to be off campus yet, Yaga-sensei is going to throw a fit. The future knowledge of danger though just makes this seem something like an adventure, like you're all just normal teenagers breaking school rules for something simple and normal.

Satoru-san crowds at your back when you get to the ice-cream shop, yelling his order over everyone else's heads like he owns the place.

He doesn't scare you, this boy who people say will be the next god in the jujutsushi world. He's a skinny, too-tall highschooler, loud, trying so hard to be happy. He doesn't need to. He could be cruel, a bully. He could have really hurt you, but he hadn't.

And he's right. You had held back, because it doesn't matter that he's got some legendary power. You'd held back because you couldn't figure out a way to attack that wouldn't hurt him.

Well, hurt a normal person.

Satoru-san pays. He also steals spoonfuls from everyone's cups except Shoko's who playfully slaps him out of the way of the huge waffle cone she'd gotten.

It breaks enough ice for Suguru-san to offer you a taste of his, hojicha, and he accepts a spoonful of yours until you're trading ice cream back and forth, Shoko-san gently mocking by offering you what she won't let Satoru-san steal.

Shoko-san stops in a convenience store with Suguru-san on the way back. It leaves you alone with him again.

"You're right," you say. "I shouldn't have given up even though I'm not good enough to beat you the way I would like to."

Satoru-san snorts, but it's not an unkind sound. "I'm not fragile."

Seems like it's too late to pretend with him, which is something of a relief. You won't have to be so careful with your words.

"I discovered my technique when someone tried to bully me in elementary school. They pushed me down and tried to hit me and I was too scared to realize I wasn't getting hurt before I pushed them away and sent them flying three meters."

Satoru-san laughs, and you have to admit it's a bit funny. Your six year old self had been terrified of getting in trouble. It was only because no one could believe a kid could send someone flying that far without leaving a single bruise on their own knuckles that you'd gotten away with it.

"When Takao-sensei showed up and started taking me to the dojo, it was far too easy for me to seriously injure the other students, because of my technique." You'd dislocated shoulders, broken knees and noses. Not on purpose, but because you didn't know what to do with the energy that pounded into you from practice strikes until it all released in a single strike.

Satoru-san going after you head-on instead of moving around your blocks had evoked that same feeling - unable to get away because you knew he would never respect outright running, too outclassed by his natural speed to put pause to the onslaught, too unwilling to sincerely fight him on the off chance you'd actually hit him and damage the most important sorcerer on campus.

"If you'd been a curse I would have gotten out of the way and attacked you from the side again, or just shot you up into the sky." The image of the curse you'd done that to and how it all but impaled itself upon your blade on the way back down made your lips twitch in amusement.

"That could be interesting," he said, baring his teeth in a grin. "I've never had an aerial battle before."

What an intriguing thought.

"Maybe a rematch someday."

The bell over the convenience store's door jangles.

"Who's having a rematch?" Shoko-san tucks something into her pocket. "I just fixed your arm, don't let him break it again."

Satoru-san stuck out his tongue at her and turned back to you. "If you wait until you're ready you'll never catch up." His gaze was haughty, a challenge. "Not that you ever will."

You felt like you were going to fall over from how hard you were laughing, bent over your own stomach.

Shoko-san was staring at you, a half-smile on her lips, fingers tapping on the new box in her pocket.

"Ha-" you wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, abdominal muscles aching. You giggled one more time, "I'm not that easily baited, Satoru-san."

Shoko-san had stepped up the road out of direct line of sight to the store and was pulling the cellophane off the box of cigarettes. You followed her back out into the bright spring afternoon, relishing the warmth after eating something cold and then standing in the shadows of the trees.

The other two quickly caught up, Satoru-san looking distinctly pouty.

"Are you really going to start sparring with us?" Suguru-san asked. He was, as always much more intentionally polite than Satoru-san. However, there was something eerily eager in his expression too.

You caught a pebble on the tip of your shoe and kicked it down the road.

Satoru-san's provocation had been intentionally a little silly as much as it had been serious. You'd notice him do that sometimes - say something halfway wise or something that could be almost good advice, only to pull the chair out from under it as it was about to land.

You weren't competing to become another special grade sorcerer, to clamber up to where they were. A sorcerer fought alone and for their own convictions. It was one of the first bitter lessons Takao-sensei had taught you.

"I really don't want anyone to get hurt," you sighed. Suguru-san would understand, out of the two of them. He was the one who understood collateral damage the most, even if he was weird about it.

Shoko-san blew a stream of sweet smelling smoke by your ear. She was as invaluable as the other two and got paid the salary to show it and her cigarettes always smelled like good tobacco, almost like the hand-rolled stuff the old men in your town used to smoke outside their favorite gathering places.

"I need to practice my technique too. If no one's getting hurt what's the point?"

That little bit of eagerness, the spark of battle which Satoru-san's curiosity had inspired was almost easy to grasp again. It was cold and sharp, like light caught in a marble.

You wanted... you wanted to try. A jujutsushi's life was never safe, never without danger. It was one thing to destroy curses, but Satoru-san was right. If you waited to try until you knew you could do something, wasn't that the same as not trying? Takao-sensei had promised comrades for whom you wouldn't be an immediate danger.

At the time, it had seemed like the first solace you might have in a while. But if you were going to remain a sorcerer, remain alongside these people who dragged you off campus to break the rules, to laugh and steal food from one another and live knowing your work let others live, you couldn't just wait.

"Weren't you the one who just told me not to let my arm get broken again?" But it was said with a teasing lilt.

Shoko-san bit down on the filter of her cigarette and pulled at your arm, sliding the sleeve up and holding the limb up to the light. "Not for a week. You have two arms though."

"And two legs," Suguru-san added. "Your footwork needs work anyways."

"You know I was promoted to second kyu before enrolling here, right?"

"Was that before or after you started throwing matches?"

"Ouch. As long as I'm the one getting hurt, I guess. Shoko-san, please make sure to heal me!" you smiled at her. "You're the coolest one here, so I'll leave my body in your care."

Shoko-san scoffed, but patted your arm kindly.

There was a tug at your back, and then Satoru-san was bolting ahead, your notebook held in his hands.

"What-?! Satoru-san!"

"Who's this?" He was flipping through pages and got to one of the dividers where you had pasted a picture of -

"Deguchi Aki," you replied, squinting at the photo, "and Itano Tomomi. I think."

Suguru-san was also squinting into the distance. It occurred to you that you should probably chase after Satoru-san before he lost the loose pages simply tucked in the book.

"Idols?" Suguru-san guessed.

"Yeah, I saw the group debut a new song at the end of last year. Satoru-san!" He was flipping through pages now in a way that was actually make you nervous.

He laughed when you chased after him, using his advantage of height to hold the book out of your reach.

"Come on, I know you can jump higher than that."

You actually could, especially since you'd left your umbrella on campus and were already warmed up from the walk.

"Hah!"

You snatched at the notebook and grazed the cover. Satoru-san just showed too many teeth, but you didn't see his eyes go a little wide as you spun on your landing foot and launched yourself into the air again.

He was fast, as expected, and you only touched the second lowest ring this time.

"Satoru-san, I haven't had time to punch holes in the loose pages!"

This time he swung the book loosely while you chased it around his body.

Just as you were about to reach it, pushing your speed higher with cursed energy, a black blur missed your nose by centimeters.

You looked up, blinking in surprise. You reached for the book in Suguru-san's hands, but he twitched the book out of your reach.

"Hm, I think your notes are more organized than mine," he teased, hopping backwards when you tried to see what page he was on.

"I've never seen your notes." Sorcerer uniforms didn't usually have a lot of material hanging off of them so they couldn't be grabbed. You only mourned that loss now when it meant you couldn't steal anything from Suguru-san in return.

"We should study together," he said. closing the book and reaching out to hand it to you.

"Mm, okay."

Shoko-san appeared in front of you, smiling faintly, and when she was gone, the scent of smoke and lemon was left behind and your notebook was nowhere to be found.

"They're cute," she said, peering at the same page Satoru-san had opened to.

"They're really good," you said brightly. "I'll show you a video when we get back."

"Sure, show me."

Shoko pulled further away every time you nearly caught up, and her odd wheezing laughter was starting to catch in her throat once you realized what she was up to and simply started to chase her back up the road to the school.

Just before you would have caught her for real, Satoru-san once more dashed ahead, this time picking Shoko-san up on his back over her protests.

"Shall we?" Suguru-san appeared at your side, offering you his hand.

You recalled his speed and nodded, determined. "Let's go."

His smile was open and excited when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cheered him onward.

You raced all the way to the gates, Suguru-san and Satoru-san happily trampling past a ruddy-faced Yaga-sensei, already bellowing something about neglecting the education of young sorcerers, but you're all laughing, cheeks chilled by the spring breeze, shouting back We're home.

*いゔどっと - ウタカタ (Ivudot - Utakata) title from this song

Utakata is a word that can mean a bubble on the surface of a liquid, or as an adjective mean something ephemeral, transient.