#verse: student (jjk)

[huntershowl-moving]

what's in seph's room at UA/JJT dorms!

overall vibe: organized, subdued goth. a lot of dark colors, black-painted furniture with red floral accents. wall decorations are mostly her extensive collection of cool knives.

notable things:

a century bob (man-shaped MMA punching bag) w/ boxing gloves draped around his neck

music stand & violin case leaned up against the wall

soundproofing foam peppered across the walls and ceiling in-between mounted weapons

motorbike helmet on the desk

daybed that doubles as a couch (extra long)

fully decked out windowsill seat: cushions, tiny wall shelves, little mini-table pulled up next to it to rest coffee cups. this is where she spends most of her time.

a locked black box on top of the dresser (don't worry about it)

loaded gun under the pillow (don't worry ab

one of those lamps shaped like a crow with a lightbulb in its mouth

dark red rug on the floor. seph will just lay down on it sometimes.

bedclothes are extremely high-quality high thread count cotton and silk

furniture pieces (bed, dresser, desk) are also really expensive and well-made if you know what you're looking at

how the fuck she makes all of this work in such a small space is hard to say

[chikoyama]

one of us is going to have to be bait. / i guess you know who satoru expects to be bait LMAO

The Devil in Me Prompts | Accepting

… Huh? Why? Why was Satoru looking at her strangely like that? Silence rolled over them, figurative crickets chirping quietly in the background as the younger girl took a moment to process it — his words, the inflection in his tone accompanied by a gaze that seemed to emanate a certain kind of expectancy from her.

Five long seconds it took the first-year student before it finally dawned on her what her senior suggested they do. Then, her eyes widened with realisation. “Me?!” Chiyori nearly cried out in protest, but managed to, last second, lower her voice enough to keep their hiding — they were crouched down behind an arbitrary bush — undetected by the group of Kyoto students searching for them.

With a silent but steadfast jolt of her body, Chiyori turned to face him. She was prepared to stand her ground in case he were to try coax her into it. Was Satoru really expecting her to willingly volunteer as bait? N-no way would she do that! Not with her current position in this goodwill event! That would simply be too risky, and Chiyori wasn’t going to put the few points she’d managed to scrape together all on the line just for that, especially not in the hands of her brash senior!

Sure, they needed someone to distract the Kyoto students, but… Chiyori turned away, jaw clenching… but if Satoru could manage to seize their flag and dash back to their own territory with it, then they would be declared as winners of this game. He was, after all, stronger and faster than her. Plus, she’d be able to secure her current spot on the scoreboard with some extra points to her name. Well, given that she could manage to survive long enough to not get caught and eliminated.

That would be a solid plan, wouldn’t it? There was a long pause as Chiyori considered. Though, she didn’t dare to turn her gaze back to Satoru — she could sense his intense stare on her. In silent frustration, she drove her nails into her palms. Eeeuuugh! She was going to be a pushover again now, wasn’t she? "F-fine!" She surrendered rather sheepishly before he could begin laying out any of his arguments to her.

[warfeind]

that's highly confidential. um, anyway.

isle of dogs rp starters / @kusattainu ━━ ״   anyway what? cat got your tongue? ״ there's an uncharacteristic patience to her voice. humans sure love their games. and their little secrets. yoru has never been one to indulge in games of chance. too many unknown factors can turn even a trifling matter into a bloody struggle. she sighs. ״   i'll give you a moment to decide whether or not it's information worth taking to the grave. i could have your head regardless .. ״

it's instinct that stays her hand more than any regard for asa's disapproval. sorcerers are always trouble.. [ ... ] especially in death. there's a fleeting sensation of alarm that follows when her eyes graze the outlines of their figure, imagining what manner of weapon she might be able to wrest from its remains. one too many unknowns for her liking. asa still claws at the fringes of her attention, makes yoru roll her eyes. incensed. bored with the wait. bored of this game. bored with humans and the time it takes for them to do even something as simple as dying when she clearly has other places to be.

״ so? ״ it's a simple choice. undeservedly straight–forward, really. more than any human would expect from a mere cursed spirit. they might even consider it an education. ״ are you feeling more talkative now? i'd spill it and run if i were you. just some advice. ״

[2xcursekissed]

“Yuuta-kuuun~”

Yuuta has never been the most diligent student; he's usually been one to do just enough to get by in academics and participate in events when needed. Since joining Jujutsu High though, the latter has changed slightly, more enthusiastic about participating in training and missions. That's why when he's left to work on schoolwork, he finds himself distracted, eyes wandering while he 'attempts' to do differential equations.

Slumped over his desk, Yuuta taps the end of his pencil against his notebook. This is so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Why does he even need to study math when he aims to become a sorcerer? He does not know.

His full concentration only returns when he hears a familiar voice call his name. Straightening out his posture, he offers his senior a smile as a greeting.

"Hey, are you here to save me, senpai?" he asks, half-joking, half-hoping she actually has something more interesting for him to focus on. It wasn't unusual for former students to use school grounds as a base, yet Yuuta is still curious and searching for a distraction.

[fushitoru]

thinking about writing a reincarnated/isekai!gojo and reader series...

you and gojo were married in canon/jjk verse.

you’ve seen his mental health deteriorate because of the higher ups and how he’s perceived as a weapon and is a weapon. satoru’s mental health has been descending for a very long time, and by the end, when you’re soullessly watching his dead body projected by mei mei’s crows, you blankly volunteer to be next (ignoring all of kashmo's protests).

can anyone blame you? your life has no purpose anymore. you and satoru were never able to get the life you deserve. late nights spent waiting in bed for your lover, seeing the love of your life get burdened more and more from the weight of his responsibilities, and, in the end, even witnessing him volunteer his own body as if he were a doll, a weapon. you know damn well you're not going to spend the rest of your life replacing the flowers on his grave and try to reform the society that never even cared about satoru anyways.

you don’t last very long fighting sukuna, and you die, praying to whatever merciless god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved, that he wouldn't be the one that got away—

you wake up from your dream, gasping. you don’t know why it was so vivid; all you remember is that you were some kind of magician? like winx club? harry potter? hunter x hunter? and you had a husband and he WAS SMOKING HOT. also both of you died and you were kind of sad, because he was hot :(

so—as a college student—you head to your first lecture of the year. you’ve decided to switch majors and have to take this dumb math class that’s a gen ed and is filled with people. so you take one of two empty spots remaining.

the lecture goes on, until professor yaga rolls his eyes and suddenly everyone’s heads is turned towards the door, so you just follow the crowd.

and there he is.

a boy with the most stunning white hair and sheepish blue eyes upholding a charming grin, yelling out something undoubtedly snarky while taking his seat, some people dapping him up as he makes his way to the only seat—-the one next to you.

as he’s setting his stuff down, and he turns to look at you. blinks.

A breathless, “Hi.”

And then, your story begins again.

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this is basically me giving you and gojo the rom com you deserve. does he remember you? did he get the same dream as you? and will he call the police if you chase after him, insisting he's your husband and the love of your life? stay tuned! prepare for angst (hurt/comfort), pining, and ridiculously horny reunion sex (at the end after i make you suffer and yearn, of course)

and to my bridgerton!gojo readers, i promise i will publish the first chapter only after chapter ten/eleven of bridgerton!gojo is out <3

[howlrs]

SOMETHING ABOUT GOJO'S PROXIMITY in this moment — perhaps it's the well-oiled machine of his cursed energy, tamed monster that it is, a deep well ready for the tapping at the cost of their own sanity. ( or — well. neither of them are sure what would happen if she tried. probably nothing good. ) perhaps it's his eyes on the back of her neck. the way they fixate on her, unwavering, enraptured for reasons she cannot fully comprehend.

it makes her want to be great.

weird.

feeling seen, sure — but not in the sappy, emotional way everyone talks about. blah blah, i felt sooo seen, blah blah... no. none of that bullshit. seen like being dissected on the autopsy table. seen like locking eyes from across a crowded room, across a field, across an ocean. seen like fingers running down the vertebrae under your skin. there is an unspoken recognition between them, the familiarity of a walking apocalypse straining against the cage of a body, that persephone has not taken the time to unpack, because it wouldn't do anyone any good to unpack. letting people get to know you is the first thing you're advised NOT to do undercover. the real you, anyway.

distant thoughts to a mind still high on adrenaline. quick as a flash, persephone's deadpan face is accompanied by a blurry peace-sign when it hits yaga's screen. before they can lift their arms to show him the skin and fabric the acrid stuff burned into, his offhand words have her snapping her gaze up, freezing, heat rushing to her ears and cheeks and turtlenecked-throat.

it's gotta be embarrassment. seph's never been good under a spotlight. she's quick enough to let it slide off her back and shove at his shoulder like he's just said something rude. hisses a little at the spike of pain in the blotchy trails of burnt flesh from thigh to palm to shoulder to chest. a spray across their right cheekbone, a blessed few centimeters underneath the eye. ❝ oh — ow — fuck off, blue. yeah, they're ruined. whatever, it's not like they're falling off. ❞ just full of holes, which is... pretty unfixable. the bottom half of the uniform shirt has been thoroughly corroded away; seph turns this way and that, quirks a brow. ❝ hey, not a bad style. uniform crop tops? school admin would hate it. ❞

無量__Revv the motor and let it purr, that way you'll get to see all sorts of interesting things, huh? This wasn't without precedence, his partner was a huge fucking showoff, too, so he figured that the dark haired beauties of his life might have a thing or two in common. The knife's edge drawn against him in terms of mortality was met with his own row of perfectly aligned ivory headstones, you'd think they'd be a little more used to push and pull, and not get so pissed about it! Guess he could have just asked for a show, oh well, the joke was funny regardless. That exhilaration from getting to go buckwild, even if just a little, was something he got, he really did, being the era's most problematic monster and messiash both; She was the same species, right? That electricity just under the skin, just begging and crying to be used on something. Anything. Anyone. Not the most human feeling, was it? To be made of humanity's most disgusting thoughts and prayers and insecurities and hopes, where the smallest lapse of care or control could ... well, Suguru called it 'meaning'. He was adamant about the strong keeping the strong in check. Why? Who cared?

"Nice, nice, nice."

The meteor shower of light, the kaleidascope of colour, the desperate surge of code and the seize of flesh and bone - what a cool technique! He understood it way better, now, as more of her was catalogued within his all-encompassing sight. The car parts still kinda made sense, too, so that was a plus. Stepping forward past still crackling ambiance, he peered at the broken earth beneath them with rising amusement, before hauling flip-phone from his pocket.

"Make a good face, I'm sending this to Yaga-sensei."

There was no pause between the statement and a distinct flash of light, a few moments of pushpad typing; and a quick 'send'.

"There, we're free. ... ... eh.. think your clothes are gonna hold up to the acid barf? Can't smell much, so maybe you vaporized all that, too. .. we could look for something else, but I can't see anything but you, right now."

A furrow and frown, sudden and intense; Wow! That sounded so... fucking lame! Back up, back up - -

"You know what I mean."

[howlrs]

無量__My  muse  nearly  confesses  but  quickly  backtracks.  “It’s  nothing.  Forget  I  said  anything.” //and then proceeds to climb out a nearby window

FIRST: IT'S SOMETHING IN HIS VOICE that gives her pause. satoru gojo and hesitation do not go together; it's not like him to backtrack before speaking. if it were, persephone would not have suffered hearing half of the things she's heard him say.

second: it's the fact that gojo, brash and prideful and devoid of shame as he is, is blushing. sure — unearthly pale as he is, he's bound to go red sometimes, but persephone's only ever seen it come from exertion. never ... this.

it doesn't take a genius to figure out the trajectory of his abandoned words.

it doesn't.

but —

❝ ... ❞ what comes from persephone's throat is not silence, per se. it's a strangled noise, not quite one thing or another, somewhere between shocked and confused and irritated and something else, something worse. before they can force out anything better than h—rk—uh—, they blink, and they're staring at the dandelion-puff back of his head as he clambers toward their dorm window like the world's largest, palest spider.

❝ gojo—wai— ❞

the last thing she sees is him. there and gone.

❝ wait, ❞ in a smaller, weaker voice. spoken to an empty window. ❝ i'm leaving tonight. ❞ it's probably best they didn't get to say goodbye. they aren't supposed to. asshole, leaving her wondering like that — likely, he's left her wondering for the rest of her short, stupid life.

[candy69gurl]

Satoru Gojo

Gojo x f!reader: Touch in the dark (somnophilia)

Teacher Gojo x student f!reader: Are you.. not weak? (non con)

Sub Gojo Satoru x dom f!reader: Bound by ropes love (bondage+consensual)

Heart-throb Gojo Satoru x quiet shy boy: Realization (yaoi)

Yandere Gojo Satoru x f!reader: Breakpoint (non con)

Kento Nanami

coming soon

Fushiguro Megumi

Possesive Megumi x f!reader: Claim you as mine (non con)

Higuruma Hiromi

Hiromi x f!reader: Barbie play (pseudo-incest+ non con)

Shiu Kong

Shiu Kong x f!reader: Drink Dalliance (smut)

Fushiguro Toji

Hybrid Wolf! Toji x f!reader: The Howl of Desire (non con)

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader: Insubordination (non con)

Ryomen Sukuna

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Infernal Passion (fluff)

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Trapped in Temptation (slight non-con)

Bully Sukuna x shy f!reader: Ensnared (slight non con)

Suguru Geto

coming soon

Itadori Yuji

Itadori Yuji x gn!reader: Unstoppable (fluff)

Mahito

Mahito x f!reader: Mistaken Trust (tentacle non con)

SERIES

POV: You are Sukuna's vessel 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Extra (coming soon)

MULTI

• JJK men as stepdads

♢ Daddy heals period pain (comfort, smut) ♢ Missing mommy on mother's day (m!nipple sucking) ♢ Daddy is somnophilic (somnophilia)

• Twitter links: Ⅰ Ⅱ

• JJK hybrid verse: intro

[huntershowl-moving]

❛i’d do anything to make you stay.❜ (from suguru cause i'm VIBING with these two already)

HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO KNOW. no one was — it was supposed to be seamless and quiet, persephone melting away into the night like they were never there. they've been clearing out their dorm room slowly over the last few weeks, no longer letting their door remain open for their few solid friends to filter in and out. ( 'it's messy.' i need to focus.' 'i don't wanna be trapped inside.' 'can we go to yours instead? )

the higher-ups would know something was wrong, obviously. they'll learn soon enough through their networks and surveillance, but what they do with that information was no longer her problem. wouldn't be her problem, once she slipped away from campus and started the long walk to the waiting car.

only, she didn't make it two steps from the edge of campus before she heard his voice behind her, calling for her to stop.

fine. one last conversation, if he insists. sage can wait a little longer in the car; seph shoots her a text mentioning a quick errand, which likely will lead to the driver pulling out her switch and starting up pokemon violet.

so here they sit, side by side against a wall, a cigarette perched delicately between seph's pale and calloused fingers as her eyes look anywhere but at him.

❝ you don't mean that. ❞ her voice is a little rough despite the attempt at stony composure, the walls that surround half-dead softness. ❝ anyway, you know i can't. this was never going to last. ❞ they take a long drag, then offer the cigarette over, finally chancing a moment of eye contact. ❝ don't worry, okay? it's not forever. you've still got satoru and shoko, yeah? ❞

[chikoyama]

mock date (plotted) | @kimuromou

"Uh, Kimura-san, I was curious to know if you could, uh, if you could share your opinion on the kinds of outfits that guys prefer girls to wear?" Sounding a bit sheepish, Chiyori struggled to maintain a sense of subtlety as she poked her head into her classmate's room.

Earlier this week, a guy had randomly approached her at the mall, requesting her number. He’d sent her a message, and after exchanging a few conversations through texting Chiyori had — suprisingly enough — agreed to meet up with him for a date in three days.

Obviously, the teenage girl wanted to make a good impression, and since Kimura-san was a guy, she figured he could provide her some guidance on what to wear. Besides, Chiyori knew he had a rather decent taste in fashion. Hoping she hadn’t caught him in the middle of doing something important, she glanced at him from the doorway, expectantly.

[nanaslutt]

I wanna write a gojo fic where ur his (legally aged) student and he fucks you in his office… his hands over your mouth while he drills you from the back as your grip the edge of his desk. He knows it’s so wrong but you’re so cute and you feel so fucking good he can’t stop now, he might even get addicted… besides, you graduate in a few months, how bad is it really? (it’s bad)

anyway uh *clears throat* idk if i should do it in the jjk verse or a non curse au……

[howlrs]

無量__☠ + ♭!

manhandling the seph. // @mukagenborn

☠ - slam my muse into a wall ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

WAS IT SMART to goad the strongest sorcerer into a no-techniques hand-to-hand playfight? maybe not. did she ever claim to be smart? yes, but sometimes you can turn off the intelligence for a bit of good, challenging fun. there's still a wicked laugh on her tongue when he finally pins her. it dies with her breath, but the grin remains, even as gojo grips her by the jaw and holds her head in place at direct eye-contact level.

the first thing persephone notices isn't the fact that the force of being shoved back has knocked the air from her lungs. that would make too much sense. and around satoru gojo, she's coming to realize, nothing ever makes sense. least of all her own behavior. no — strangely, stupidly, the first thing she notices is how warm his hands are. how he smells, this close. the way he looks, face flushed from the exertion, glasses slightly-askew. his wide eyes, the way they bore into her, bring to mind the cat that caught the canary. his pupils black holes swallowing the sun. yes, there's the otherworldliness too, the way looking into them feels like flying and falling all at once, blah blah blah — the crystalline vertigo of those eyes persephone has already tripped out over (one too many times, probably.) orientation complete.

this is a different beast. this, the way their heart picks up and heat begins to creep into their cheeks from the sheer proximity and the way he's looking at them and the hand on their face and — just gojo, really — is utterly, horribly human.

she should fight back. his strength far outweighs hers, he could keep her in place if she tried using force, but this is nothing she couldn't get out of if she actually tried. what the hell is that look for? did he notice something in their fighting style? did they slip up? did the skills they work so hard to suppress come through when they weren't paying attention? or is it something else?

❝ ... ❞ lips parted, breath in to speak. she doesn't realize she's looking at his mouth until she's looking back into his eyes. the pressure of his fingers on her jaw take up at least sixty percent of her sensory brainspace. who knew she'd be into that, huh? ❝ —you got me. ❞

[chikoyama]

It almost made Chiyori feel guilty as she watched her senpai startle, phone flying off his grasp. Usually, he appeared to be rather calm and collected, so when the younger girl decided to sneak up on him to engage in some innocuous banter, she hadn't expected her senpai to get all that jumpy. If anything, she didn't think he'd fall for her scare attack, but Chiyori supposed even he had moments where he wouldn't be constantly on the alert. He was human after all.

Once Suguru-senpai turned around with a mildly annoyed expression on his face, Chiyori wore a simple amused smile on her lips, a hint of smugness balancing at the edges. "I'm sorry, but I got'chaaa, senpaiii~" she chirped in a rather self-pleased tone, proud that she finally got the opportunity to get back at him. Yep, Chiyori still hadn't entirely forgotten about the time when he'd pulled a prank on her. (When memories were embarrassing, they were hardly forgettable). Lacing her fingers together behind her back, the girl bounced lightly on her heels. "Heh, did I scare you for a minute, senpai?"

@chikoyama a demandé : 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them .

It wasn't often Suguru was caught off guard. He liked revelling in the fact that he was, objectively, one of the strongest ; a diligent student, confident, fearless, always on his toes.

It was also true that he liked watching videos and playing games on his phone, blast music in his earphones, all those sorts of things that he allowed himself to do in the security of the school's barrier, that allowed him to put his walls down for a moment of relaxation and that's when it was easy to catch him by surprise.

Chiyori caught him in one of those moments ; he reading an article on his phone about his favourite band coming to Tokyo for a concert soon, and he was trying to research the cost of the tickets and the date they would be up for sale.

Despite not being necessarily scaredy, there's only so much one can do to keep their hearts from beating out their chests after a surprise.

When his kouhai creeps up behind him and scares him, Suguru feels his heart jump all the way up into his throat. His body jerks, lifting off the couch a couple of inches like a surprised cat, and his phone flies off his hand.

Irritation immediately washes over him, and he snaps around ready to strike who he thinks his offender is back, but at the sight of Chiyori's smug face, he sighs and redirects his hand to press it over his chest.

« Ha - ha, » he says flatly, irritation shifting into mild annoyance.

100 non-verbal prompts | accepting

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

i need to log off tiktok because man jjk fans are getting dumber and dumber… if you don’t like gojo that’s fine but him “losing” to sukuna doesn’t take away his strength. he was the strongest??? and literally not a single character in that verse would still be alive if it wasn’t for him? give my man some credit dawg.

i personally have a hard time understanding the whole “he’s overrated” thing. he’s by far the best written (and most written) character in the series, he’s lovable and good to his students, get these edgelords away from me omg.

[huntershowl-moving]

‘you never said I had to play fair.’ (from student satoru!)

❝ OH, FUCK OFF. ❞ THE WORDS come out a petulant snarl from where infinity holds her in place, right behind satoru at the end of their obstacle course. she throws herself at the border, shoulder-first like a battering ram, just to make her dissatisfaction crystal clear. when he drops it, she stumbles, fwumps to the ground, and rolls onto her back just to shoot a glare at him.

❝ you piece of shit — you're such a bastard! i would've won that easily if you hadn't cheated. ❞

[chikoyama]

🔪 [ knife ] "Chiyori-chan is too strong to die to some non-sorcerer killer with a stupid knife or axe or something! Plus, she's very resourceful and smart. I'm sure she'd be able to just lose the killer easily. And if for some reason she couldn't--like Jason with his teleporting weirdness--she would be able to beat the killer down like it's no problem."

Would My Muse Survive in a Horror Movie? | Accepting

That— that was right! Chiyori was too strong to die at the hands of some pathetic non-sorcerer killer wielding a knife or axe as their weapon of choice!

Just as Jangmi-chan had described it, Chiyori was smart and resourceful! She would definitely be able to beat up that stupid killer person if they for some lame-ass reason decided to go for her!

Eagerly, Chiyori nodded along as she let the other give her the ego boost she needed to feel the maximum amount of confidence surging through her. It wasn’t often that people actually praised Chiyori for her magnificent abilities in combat.

But Jangmi-chan was absolutely right! She was always right! Chiyori would definitely use her super strong big buff ultra super saiyan mega powers to rescue Jangmi-chan from that weakling of a killer too!

Yeah, if they even thought about laying a gnarly finger on her friend, she’d slice off all their fingers in one fell swoop!