erosuguru

[erosuguru]

this laios but rendered like that one drawing

#this is so sexy #i think im going insane

[erosuguru]

You and your husband were hardly sleeping together lately. You couldn't blame him. He was busy beyond words and he had a duty to the realm. He was king, after all.

When Marcille heard you were having trouble sleeping, she personally made you some dream balm, which was really just a concoction of beeswax, fragrant lavender, chamomile, bergamot, and some crimson herb you couldn't identify because the heavens forbid the queen not get enough rest— and more stuff you didn't hear because of how off you've been feeling from the lack of sleep.

So when the evening rolled by with her dusk-coloured skirts across the sky, you decided to turn in for the night and made use of the aromatic balm Marcille concocted especially for you. You rubbed the sweet yet waxy substance on your temples, behind your ears, and a little bit on your wrists and other pulse points and called it a day.

But your sleepiness was chased out of your body because you were hearing things.

Your shared bedchamber with the king was dimly lit and there was no one else there but you.

You could hear the thoughts and desires from your bed frame. Your... your pillow? And not just your thoughts, but Laios', too.

"Kiss me, please—"

"—Let me hold you..."

"You're so beautiful..."

You could hear his thoughts in his voice in your head— his voice so calm and patient and perhaps a bit tired-sounding— as though he was simply whispering them to you. His thoughts were so embarrassingly loud that it did not help your case of sleeplessness at all.

"Don't look away from me... I want to see your face."

The balm was warm behind your ears and on your pulse and it made you cry a little bit because by the gods, you missed your husband and his voice in your head and your half-empty bed were nothing but torment for you. You held his pillow in your arms and ducked under the covers to hide from... from your own embarrassment. If you weren't going to get any sleep, you may as well tire yourself out instead.

Laios was always incredibly honest with himself. He was never one to shy away from things. He would tell you he wants you— he desires you— without missing a beat. And so his voice in your head with his somewhat disrespectful tone, telling you to take all of him, made your imagination work overtime.

"Are you asleep already? I apologise for not being able to spend that much time with you lately..."

Oh, his voice was apologetic this time. Nothing like the seductive phrases you've been hearing for the last half hour or so.

"Ah, Laios..."

It was only when you felt the bed shift and the covers lifted up that you realised it was him for real this time.

"I—" You stammered at him, your face warm and hands even warmer underneath your night garments.

"W—" Laios was about to ask you something, but he hardly got a word in when you grabbed your shared blanket and cocooned yourself in complete shock. "Hey, there's no need to hide from me..."

He coaxed you out of the covers and into his arms and tenderly kissed away the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"My lord husband, I—"

He chuckled at how cold his title sounded as it escaped your lips. "Didn't I hear you call me by my name just moments ago?"

"I-It's embarrassing enough that you caught me in such a state!"

"Well, you don't have to be in that kind of state if you would just call for me," he said as he rubbed circles on the back of your dominant hand. "I have my duties to this kingdom, but I also have my duties to you, my queen, my wife... Just tell Marcille and Kabru that you need me. I'll come running no matter where I am or what I'm doing."

"Oh, right. Marcille gave me this weird balm. She said it was supposed to be a sleep remedy but it got me all hot and bothered instead because I was hearing you all over the place..."

You handed the canister of balm to your husband, who twisted it open and gave it a little whiff. "Lavender, chamomile, bergamot... and some saffron, if I'm right. No wonder you're burning up."

"Why?"

"Saffron is a, uh..." It was his turn to be embarrassed this time. "Well, Senshi and Chilchuck once told me to steer clear of certain plants because of their... certain strange properties. Saffron is one of them. They're kind of like an aphrodisiac, after all."

"A... what?"

"Let's just say it's a spice," he said in conclusion, slowly drawing you into a kiss. "Now, do you want to pick up where you left off? Only I'm here now, so..."

On the other side of the castle was the advisor to the king and the kingdom's head mage in complete panic at how she accidentally switched turmeric for saffron for the queen's dream balm.

Kabru simply laughed off her rookie mistake. "You did them a favour, Marcille. Trust me when I say the king's going to thank you first thing in the morning."

✦ A little something again for us Laios lovers. Can be considered a spiritual sequel to Means Something.

#o h. #beautiful writing style and laios....... hnnn... #yearning my beloved. #⋆˙⟡♡ favorites

[erosuguru]

ok fine ill write a part 2 for this, sorry for the painfully long delay

Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

#idk whatll happen in it but maybe reader and gojo finally fugg?!?!?! #idk but one things for sure bimbo reader STAYS

[erosuguru]

I wanna write for blue lock again but like WHaT the one guy i love only showed up once and never came back wtf

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking #leonardo luna come home the kids miss you please baby I'll do anything

[erosuguru]

i have nothing to post and i havent written in months but im just coming in to say Free Palestine, zionist losers get the fuck off my page thanks

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking

[erosuguru]

Hey I'm alive lol

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking #unis been dreadful and jjk's been a hellscape #me when no writing for months

[erosuguru]

— BOUND TO ME | geto x fem!reader

-> synopsis: geto has a gift for you

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, cultleader!geto (kinda canon compliant?), dom/sub dynamics, bdsm themes, manipulative/possessive/controlling geto (call it what you will), degradation, a bit of praise, collars, rough vaginal sex, brief mutual masturbation, choking, implied orgasm control, aftercare, a wee bit angsty, he’s a gigantic red flag and reader is colour blind :3

-> wc: 3.7k

-> a/n: do not perceive me >:(( this can be read as a prequel to relinquish. I was unsure about the ending but I left it so 😗 let me know if I missed any cw’s pls

“Ah, there you are.”

The moment you hear his soft voice, you perk up from the book you’re reading. Geto shuts the door behind him as he enters your room, still dressed in his gojo-gesa, wearing a smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. In his hand is a little gift bag that he sets down beside him as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. You scramble to sit with him, excited that he’s back - hopefully he can spend some time with you this evening. 

“Welcome back,” you say sweetly. He smiles and reaches out to brush your hair back with a long-fingered hand, his palm cupping your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch almost immediately, humming happily as he thumbs at your skin and chuckles. “I missed you, Suguru.”

“I know,” he smirks, releasing your cheek to pat his thigh twice. “Come. I have something for you.”

He doesn’t even have to wait for you to crawl obediently into his lap and straddle him, pressing as much of your body against him as you can. He seems to be in a mellow mood today which means you can get away with being a bit clingier than usual. He doesn’t touch you but you don’t mind - you’re just happy to be close to him. Reaching for the bag beside him, he places it between you and you peek down at the black ribbon tying it together in curiosity.

“What is it?”

Geto sighs, almost like he’s disappointed. That sound alone makes your muscles tense slightly but you force yourself to relax. “I’ve noticed a few… wandering eyes around here, let’s say.” 

A shiver races down your spine at the implication. “Y-you didn’t…?”

He laughs, and shakes his head. “Oh no, darling! Don’t look so frightened, I haven’t killed anyone this time, no.” He nudges your nose with his own and you relax as he whispers. “I know the smell of blood on my clothes makes you so unbearably nauseous.”

“But it got me thinking,” he continues, as if he’s just talking about the weather. “Some people need a clear reminder of who you belong to, especially when I’m not here.”

The first thought that enters your mind is that he’s gotten you some sort of accessory. A necklace or even a ring to signify that you’re spoken for, like most couples do. It warms your heart that he thinks of you so fondly, that he would go out of his way to gift you something like that. It’s so romantic. Your Suguru is softening because of you and that alone fills your chest with pride.

“Can I open it?”

“Go ahead.”

Delicately, you undo the ribbons holding the bag together and reach inside, your hand closing around a box. You pull it out and find that it’s shaped like a square that’s no bigger than his palm - the sort of box you’d find a necklace in. When you lift the lid, your head cocks to the side and your brows furrow in confusion - you’re not wrong, but it’s not what you expected. Nestled amongst dark blue silk is a strip of black leather, about an inch or so thick. It has a chain and clasp like a necklace would, but it absolutely does not look like one, because on the front in silver hardware is Geto’s name scrawled out in kanji. It almost looks like a collar one would put on a housepet.

But it’s not like that, is it?

“Here, I’ll put it on for you,” he says, lifting it out of the box and wrapping it about your throat. Deftly, he clasps it at the back of your neck, his fingers lingering as he admires how it fits you so snugly. “There we go. Isn’t that better?”

Something about all of this feels not quite right in the marrow of your bones, but the smile on his face and the gleam in his eyes makes you ignore that odd crawling sensation under your skin. He looks happy. And that’s all you want.

“How do I look?” you ask shyly. Hooking a finger under the collar, he tugs a little and you gasp, feeling the metal of the chain and the edges of the leather bite into your skin. He hums thoughtfully, tugging a little harder before he releases you.

“It suits you. And it’s a perfect fit. Do you like it?”

You choose to be honest. “It’s different to my own taste but it’s nice. Thank you.”

“It’s nice to have something a little different,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. You can feel the quiet throb of his cock against your pussy - he must really like it. Feeling bold, you grind down into his lap a little, enjoying the way his hands shift to your hips to hold you firmly in place. He eyes you thoughtfully, taking in how you nibble at the soft flesh of your lip and bat your lashes at him so innocently. Simple gestures like that never used to affect him, but the blood in his body betrays him and heads south - he really can’t help himself when it comes to you. 

“Ah, I see,” he hums. “That’s what you’re after.”

“What am I after?”

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” he warns, twisting your bodies and slamming you down into the mattress, fitting his knee right between your legs, just shy of your clothed centre. His nose runs up your throat, bumping against the leather as his tongue flicks out to wet the skin over your pulse. “You’re squirming. Like a needy little slut.”

“‘M not playing dumb!” you insist, gasping as you feel his teeth nip at you none too gently.

“Now, now,” he coos, his hair shrouding you like a heavy curtain as he looms over you. “You know how I feel about liars.”

“Promise, Suguru,” you whine. “Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same p-page.”

“Aw, is that so? And what page might that be?”

You swallow nervously and wet your lips, cheeks heating up under his watchful gaze. “That you want me the way I w-want you?”

He laughs, dipping down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “I think your thoughts are a little dirtier than just that.” The fire in your cheeks becomes a blazing inferno - he always reads you so damn easily. Chewing your lip nervously, you break eye contact and look away, your head lolling to the side but he just tuts, slips his finger under your new collar and drags you back to where he wants you. “Well?”

Pursing your lips, you give him a small nod and he smirks. “Naughty, naughty girl.” His hand travels down between your breasts, gliding over your stomach until he reaches your cunt, which he cups over your shorts. His smirk widens to a sadistic grin as you try to fight the urge to push down against the heel of his hand, but you’re fighting a losing battle. Your hips roll so pathetically, trying to search for the friction that will help alleviate the incessant throbbing in your clit. 

“Suguru,” you whimper, your hand fisting in his sleeve.

“Absolutely shameless,” he crows, stroking at your windpipe. “You like using my hand? Maybe we should stay like this and see if you can cum this way. How does that sound?”

“No!”

“No?” he gasps gently. “You don’t wanna cum?”

“No- I do!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he frowns. Geto never outright punishes you. Rather, he toys you with your pussy and mind until you’re a crying, sticky mess. He enjoys watching you writhe under him, like you’re a kitten chasing a feather on a stick that he dangles above you, keeping your satisfaction just out of reach.

“Make your mind up.” He clucks his teeth in disappointment and suddenly gets off the bed, brows narrowing sternly as he rips the feather away from you. “I haven’t got all night.” 

“Suguru.” You bite your lip, trying not to let the loss of his body over yours get to you. “Come back. Please.”

He peers at you down the length of his nose, the expression on his face not quite a sneer but just cold enough to make your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. You quickly shift to your knees, neatly tucking your feet under your ass and placing your hands on your thighs - polite, just the way he likes you. You incline your head and suck in a shaky breath. “‘M sorry.”

“What should I do with you?” he sighs to himself, reaching down to lift your head up by the collar - this gift is proving to be very useful. “Should I leave you like this? Wet and needy, like the pathetic little pet that you are?” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears and he pouts. “Oh, but I do need a tight little hole to fuck right now.”

You perk up at that but stay tight-lipped, not wanting to push anymore of his delicate buttons. So you wait and watch and then after a moment of mulling it over in his mind, he releases you and begins to undress himself. Off come swathes of dark fabric, dropping down to the floor one by one until he’s bare before you, his body lean and strong in all the best ways. His cock twitches between his toned thighs, half hard and already pearling at the tip.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands softly, taking himself in one hand and lazily stroking his length whilst he undos his bun and lets his hair fall loose around his broad shoulders. He tips his head back and sighs as you quickly divest yourself of your t-shirt and shorts, wriggling out of your underwear before shuffling back up the bed to rest against the pillows. “Get yourself ready for me.”

You know what that means.

Spreading your legs wide so that he can see, you trace your hand down the path he followed mere moments ago, letting your fingers slide over your mound and press against the heat of your core. He watches you with an air of nonchalance, barely making a sound besides his deep breathing as you use your index and ring finger to part your labia, running the middle one over your glistening flesh.

“Already wet I see,” he tuts and you whine as you brush over your stiff clit. 

“‘S cos I was thinking about you all day, Suguru,” you whine, drawing slow little circles over your sensitive bud, your entrance fluttering around nothing as you tease yourself. “I really, really needed you. I waited so patiently for you to come back.”

“And were you good while I was gone? I hope you didn’t touch what’s mine without permission, sweetheart.”

Nodding your head, you dip a finger inside and sigh. “I didn’t, I promise. I was good for you.“

“Hm, maybe I can forgive you then,” he says, clambering onto the bed, slowly stalking towards you like a wild cat. He coos sympathetically. “Poor thing. You really can’t think straight when your little pussy is empty, can you? Though, to be fair, you can’t think at all when it’s full. Does my sweet girl even have a brain up there?”

Long fingers circle your wrist, halting your movements as he raises your hand to his lips, staring right into your soul as he licks off the arousal that coats your skin. His other hand grips your hip, tugging you towards him until his cock rests heavily against your cunt. You can feel the way it pulses against you, his skin hot where it kisses yours. 

“All this dumb little slut ever wants is cock,” he says to himself, dragging the tip through your soaked slit, holding you down so firmly that you can’t squirm a single inch. “Pretty sure she’d take any she could get.”

“No!” you cry, shaking your head. “Only want yours, Suguru. Only want you!”

“So tell me,” he breathes, tapping his swollen head against your clit. “Tell me how much you want me, baby. How much you need me. How you can’t fucking live without me.”

“I-I need you more than anything, Suguru! I live for you. I love you.”

“You love me?” he gasps, circling the head of his cock around the sensitive bundle of nerves and soaking up the way you twitch under him. “Say that again.”

“I love you,” you tell him again. “I love you so, so much, I- oh!” Your eyes widen and your lips part in an ‘o’ as he suddenly pushes the length of his cock inside you, driving himself in all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping softly against the curve of your ass.

“So tight,” he groans, his cheeks bleeding into a soft pink as he basks in the grip your cunt already has him in. It feels like he’s everywhere all at once, splitting you open so perfectly, right down the middle, the way he always does, filling the emptiness inside you the way only he can. You wish he could know exactly what resides in your heart for him, how terrifyingly deep your love goes, but for now you just whimper his name, soaking each syllable in adoration as it leaves your lips.

“Suguru-”

Drawing his hips back slowly, he lets the tip sit just inside your cunt whilst he admires the glossy sheen of arousal that coats his length. His hips roll forward, pressing deep inside you and stealing the air from your lungs. It’s like there’s too much of him and not enough as he slowly fucks you, deep and deliberate, like he’s playing with his food before he eats it. 

“Oh, just look at how you take me,” he purrs, curling his fingers through the leather around your neck and directing your head down so that you can watch where you both meet, over and over. His cock glides in and out of you, disappearing with every snap of his hips - it’s oddly mesmerising, the sticky sounds alone making your insides clench with want. “You were made for my cock.”

Suddenly, his hand closes around your throat, thumb and fingers pressing into the sides of your neck as he forces your head back into the pillows. “You were made for me, and me alone.” His eyes are dark, like twin abysses set into his beautiful face that take in every tiny twist of your expression. He squeezes, tight enough to restrict the blood flowing to your brain and make you pleasantly fuzzy. 

“Suguru,” you manage to wheeze, eyes rolling back into your skull as he presses his hips into you just right. “W-wanna-”

“Hm? Speak up.”

“Wanna t-touch you.”

“Oh yeah?” he hisses, his grip around your neck tightening as his hips start to pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing between you. “Go on then, sweetheart. Touch me.”

You try to, you really do, but he keeps himself just barely out of reach. Always, always, just a breath away from your greedy hands - body, heart and soul. In the end, you manage to wrap your fingers around his forearm, tears trickling down your temples as he fucks you more roughly, groaning low in his throat at your short yelps of pleasure. 

“Can’t,” you sob, back arching as his cock drags repeatedly against the perfect spot inside you. “Please, Sugu!”

“Poor thing can’t do anything herself,” he says, finally dipping down and pressing his body against yours. A gasp escapes you as his chest brushes your tits and he releases your throat from his grasp. He pries your fingers off his arm and tangles them with his instead, pushing them into the sheets over your head. Your other hand comes up to run through his thick hair, tangling amongst the strands and unintentionally tugging as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. He moans and curses under his breath. “I’ve been so mean to you, haven’t I?”

Everything aches, yearning for release, from your chest to your tightening abdomen, all the way down to your throbbing clit and Geto revels in how you beg and whine for it. He knows you’re dangling on the edge, in need of that final push from him to topple over it, given how your hips buck into his every thrust and how you tighten so wonderfully around him. It makes him feel drunk, unleashing more of his desires each time he sinks himself inside you, things he was sure he buried carefully a long time ago. It brings forth the unexplainable need to get closer, to hear his name tumble from your lips not like you revere him, but like you love him.

You gaze at him with glassy eyes and pout. “S-so mean.”

For the first time tonight, he kisses you. Geto presses his lips against yours, his thrusts slowing a little to let you indulge in the feeling of his mouth moving sensually against yours. It’s not often that he’ll kiss you like this, but when he does, you soak it up like a little sponge, clinging onto every millisecond. His lips are soft and supple, your eyes shuttering against their warmth as he trickles love into your mouth. Eagerly, you let him in at the first sign of his tongue swiping against your lips, unable to contain your moaning as he thoroughly tastes you, his free hand gliding down your body to where your bodies join. 

“There you go,” he whispers, mercifully rubbing at your clit. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes! God, yes!” you whine, arcing into him, your spine curving like a taut bowstring. A few more swipes of his fingers combined with his harsh thrusts, force you to unravel and come apart at the seams. But he doesn’t stop, even as you tense and cry out, hammering into your fluttering pussy with his flushed face buried in your neck. The sounds he makes fill your ears, breathless moans and whiny grunts that only you are privy to in these short few moments before he cums. And when he does, he bursts, trying to muffle himself against your skin as he fills you, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum deep in your cunt. 

All is quiet as you both catch your breath, still bobbing just under the surface of reality. The first thing to tug you up is the loss of his body heat as he pulls out and removes himself from on top of you. Your stomach slowly plummets as he pads out of the room and you shut your eyes against the burning that builds behind them, too spent to ask where he’s going. Moments pass and you’re fighting a trembling lip, tears quickly tracking down your temples as you lay there, damp, sticky and alone.

This shouldn’t surprise you anymore. The first time he had sex with you, he simply stood and got dressed again. When you asked where he was going, he gave you that eye-crinkling smile and apologised, telling you he was busy. You didn’t bat an eye the first time. Or the second. Or even the third. But after a while it became apparent that he wasn’t going to stay - you were just his little toy. Something he played with to amuse himself, to relieve the tension in his body. 

Despite knowing this, you remain hopeful. Maybe you’ve been reading his actions wrong. Maybe there is more to this than meets the eye. Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep coming back for more. Otherwise, he wouldn’t buy you little gifts and keep you nicely dressed and looked after and- You don’t understand!

You don’t understand him. 

And you fear you never will.

A soft sniffle escapes you as you sit up, shivering against the cold air that now permeates the room - you swear it wasn’t this icy before. You reach over to the bedside table for some tissues to clean yourself up a little before you get up, but a voice interrupts you.

“Where are you going?”

His words make you freeze, head turning slowly to look at him standing in the doorway with a towel slung low on his hips and his hair twisted up in a bun. 

“I-I was just-”

“Just?”

You sigh heavily, drawing your legs up to your chest and resting your cheek on your knees. “I don’t know,” you mumble. “Why are you still here?”

“Because it’s late and I’d like to sleep.”

“Of course.” You speak so quietly, hoping he can’t hear the sarcasm in your bitter words. But nothing ever escapes Geto. You know that. 

“You don’t want me here?” he asks with a frown as he sits on the other side of the bed. 

“You’ve never stayed before. Why start now?” The tears are already making their way back down your cheeks as your voice wobbles. 

Pursing his lips, he takes your hand, fitting your fingers together the way he did earlier. He stares at your joined hands intently and something about this feels different. Almost like the ties between you have shifted, rearranging and reknitting themselves to form a new pattern, one that neither of you have seen before. Perhaps you’re delusional and this is all in your wild, disturbed imagination, but you can’t ignore this feeling tugging at your heart. 

“I ought to take better care of what’s mine,” he says evenly, reaching out to run his fingers lightly over the collar that hugs your throat. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You swallow roughly, nodding and trying not to melt into a puddle when he carefully wipes your tears away. Gently, he tugs at your joined hands and reels you in so that your cheek is pillowed by his bare chest. He smells like sandalwood and the lingering headiness of incense, more comforting than usual. “So, I’m going to give you a bath.” he hums. “Wash your hair. And then we can sleep.”

“Is this your way of saying you wanna cuddle?” you sniffle, biting back a smile.

“Careful, I have a reputation to uphold,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But yes. It is.”

-> tags: @towacchin @strawberrystepmom @marenalee @threadbaresweater @abitchlikethis @chi-anpan @s-hokos @ladyinfini @somrou @pineapplesneedrights @gojoest-main @missmeinyourbones

#obsessed with this...... #talented brilliant incredible #⋆˙⟡♡ Favorites

[erosuguru]

Going on a block spree later to clear out any minors or blogs that don't have their age following me, I write 'minors + ageless blogs DNI' on all my mature posts, it's in my bio and my pinned post so nobody's got any excuses

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking #also ageless blogs commenting 'part 2!!'????? hello????? can you not read????

[erosuguru]

Okay so uuuuh again tysm for 100 followers, I wanna do sth for it but idk what? I'm considering making a part 2 for 'bimbo doll' since a lot of people came here because of that one but also I want to explore other suggestions.

If anyone has any ideas plz talk to me either through comments on this post or my askbox I promise I don't bite lol

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking

[erosuguru]

And we reached 100+, thanks losers (lovingly), now to decide what should I write for this milestone.........

#im open to suggestions ofc i mean its only thanks to peoples support that i got here #ngl im glad my work has been reaching more people lately ive been getting so discouraged from writing #✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking

[erosuguru]

I'm going through my following list, and its showing me people I've never heard of??? Who are these people????

#✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking #theyre ranging from bots to people who have nothing to do wit writing or the things i like in general #is this some glitch or whatever like is jt just me

[erosuguru]

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Bully gojo x female reader, reader is a teacher at jujutsu tech, 1k words, little proof reading

CW: DUB CON (gojo bullies reader here), spanking but only once, gojo makes you keep a secret

Notes: scared of posting this because its yk dark content, this is the first time I'm posting sth like this as well so yeah please scroll away if you don't consume dark content in general. Understand that this is PURELY FICTIONAL AND IS IN NO WAY ENDORSED OR ENCOURAGED OUTSIDE OF FICTION.

The moment you see a pair of dark shades contrasted by white hair, panic fills you, Satoru Gojo made it a daily assignment to corner you somewhere and terrorise you until he was satisfied. On some days they were meaningless comments thrown your way haphazardly either overtly sexual comments about your appearance or comments poking at how weak you were compared to him, other days he would trap you in an empty classroom with him and watch you grimace, knowing what's coming.

"Wimpy, let's fuck lots today~ 'Kay?" That demeaning nickname he chose for you, it was insulting and in situations like these, gross.

Satoru was convinced you enjoyed his bullying deep down, otherwise, you wouldn't be letting out moans and whines muffled by his lips as he fucked you on one of the desks in the vacant classrooms. His hands pinning yours down and welding his fingers between yours, a romantic gesture mocking the cruel undertones of your situation, separating from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips and yours snapped. "You like this," he panted between slow and harsh thrusts. "You like me." He emphasised his point by driving his cock harder into you, Satoru smiled as he saw you bite down your bottom lip and try shake your head, you're such a cute liar.

"I don- ah!.. I- aahhnn.. hate..!" You couldn't complete your sentences, any coherent thought you had melted as your mind kept thinking of how the strongest was balls deep inside you, he only laughed as you stopped speaking to continue moaning through the pleasure, vision blurring you could still see his shades clearly.

"What's that? Speak up, baby~" Satoru mocked you, you couldn't be bothered to hear him, focusing only on surviving his merciless pounding, his hands slipping under your uniform harshly and feeling every part of you, slowing down his thrusts you assumed the torture would be over, however that thought was quickly discarded as he suddenly and rapidly rubbed at your clit causing you to let out a noise that crossed between a squeak and a moan, the jerk had the gall to laugh.

"Yeah? You like that, dont'cha?" He lowered his voice, bringing his face closer to yours he kissed your messily, saliva coating your lips. "You love having my attention," he began. "You're so fucking weak, it's so cute. Wanna keep you all to myself.."

Satoru's cruelty knew no bounds, whenever he had the chance to fuck you he would humiliate you and force you to hear claims of how you loved his attention, you loved having his eyes on you, his hands on your body, his cock inside you–

"Sensei! You okay?"

You straightened, eyes snapping up noticing the familiar faces of your students look at you in concern, Nobara tilted her head in confusion. "You were talking about how you knew Gojo sensei in school, why'd you stop talking?"

"Oh... right, sorry‐ just uhm.. some unpleasant memories, nothing much!" You waved it off, Yuuji piped in. "About Gojo sensei? Was he a bad guy in school?"

You grew quiet, trying to think of the proper words to explain the phenomenon that is Satoru Gojo, Nobara and Yuuji took your silence as anticipation for a bigger revelation while Megumi watched with an uninterested expression, not caring enough to listen.

"Well... Gojo was–"

"A nice guy who doted on his juniors, of course!" Satoru appeared at the door, you couldn't see his eyes beyond the blindfold but you knew he was examining the scene to make sure you didn't say anything that would ruin his students' perception of him.

"Yeah, I doubt that!" Nobara responded and Yuuji shot back at her "I can see it, He's nice to us, right? He was probably the same in school!"

Megumi squinted in confusion at his friend's logic "yeah.. but I doubt anyone can stay the same for years, Nobara's probably right."

The group's back and forth was stopped as Satoru stepped into the room and clapped to bring everyone's attention to him. "Alright kiddies! Yaga gave me the OK and we're all goin' on an assignment together! Take this as a valuable learning opportunity, alright?" Satoru turned to you. "You don't mind if I steal them from you for a bit, right?"

You shook your head, the initial surprise of his appearance now gone. "You can go ahead, we were just chatting anyway."

"Okay! Everybody out! I'll catch up in a sec~" Satoru turned back to his students. "Me and Miss (name) here have a little faculty gossip to catch up on!" Ignoring his fake excuse, Nobara and Yuuji got up, Megumi stood up straight from his leaning position on the wall, and the three headed out while chatting among themselves about the previous topic.

As you watched them leave, Satoru stood closely next to you, leaning down near your ear. "So, did you snitch on me?~" his tone was playful, but you knew better.

Shaking your head no, he hummed and examined you for any signs of lying– similar ones that he would look for when you two were students, he rubbed your back almost soothingly "good girl~ remember, it's our little secret, 'Kay?" He may be older and smarter now, but the obsession with you hadn't dwindled over the years.

You turned your head away from him, clasping your hands at your front. "You should go, Satoru." He frowned at that, "you shouldn't keep the students waiting. They'll get mad at you."

"... hmph, so cold to me.." his hand stopped at your waist. He could see you growing flustered. "But just remember who's the weak one here." His tone had a firm warning to it, telling you not to get ahead of yourself.

You insisted on silence, but you hadn't anticipated his large hand coming down to spank you on your ass once, elliciting a shocked yelp from you, he walked away pretending as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't just threatening you to know your place.

"This assignment won't take long, so let's fuck lots when I get back, 'Kay wimpy?" He tugged his blindfold up slightly, one of his piercing eyes drinking in your flustered state before he would leave with a newfound motivation to finish the mission, bestow his knowledge on his lovely students then return to this very same classroom to fulfill his promise to you.

#satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[erosuguru]

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, suggestive fluff word vomit (drabble?) with Satoru, B99 reference

You couldn't believe him. You ignored his cooing and coaxing as your back remained turned to him on the bed. Satoru wrapped his arms around you and whined. "Baabyyy! Please look at me! I didn't mean it!"

No response, you refused to answer him, you let him have his way with you until you were practically spent (and he continued to fill you even after you had came, the final count being 5 orgasms from you and 3 from him). He had the audacity to say something so unbelievable to you after such an exhausting and intimate fuck session, the only treatment that would make him realise his error is the silent treatment.

"Pookie, please! I'm sorry!" Satoru continued to whine and beg, hoping to invoke enough pity to break through your silence. He kissed at your shoulder and neck. "You're really gonna ignore me all night?"

"Yes, you can't keep saying 'mischief managed' every time we finish sex." You replied curtly, Satoru only giggled at the contrast of your serious tone and the laughable implication of your words.

"C'mon! It's what Harry Potter says when he clears the Marauder's Map!" He sat up, leaning over you to make eye contact. He grinned, seeing your pout on your lips and a look in your eyes that showed nothing but annoyance. You looked so cute even when you were mad at him.

"Keep those nerdy wizard terms out of our sex life, nerd!" You shot back at him. He ignored your anger and leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips, hands finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. "'Nerd' huh? You must love it then since you let this nerd cum inside~"

Sometimes, you felt that deep down, you enjoyed this embarrassing nerd's antics. Otherwise, you wouldn't be letting him try to regain your favour by kissing every inch of your sweaty figure

#Satoru is so jake peralta coded idk how to explain #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru fluff

[erosuguru]

Haven't completed 3 months of this blog and I'm already kinda tired

#i know i shouldnt seek validation from social media especially when it comes to creative work but ngl its getting discouraging #like i enjoy writing and i wanna keep it strictly as a hobby but people here are so demanding and just unappreciative of writers #not just with me i see it with other writers too like people are rude as fck #i appreciate those who leave nice comments and reblog and boost but theyre so scarce

[erosuguru]

Hello! Hope you are doing good :)

Can I request a reader who is stronger than Gojo? Gojo had a crush on her for years, but she only sees him as a friend, one time when she is staying in his room with him, she would confess that she has a girlfriend.

Can it please be angsty :')?

I'm doing good thanks! Watched oppenheimer today, it melted my brain a little but it was great

THIS IS IMPORTANT THO: For the sake of reader's sexuality being ambiguous I did keep their partner's gender unknown, I feel like specification would ruin it sjdksjdj I hope it won't bother you

Satoru gojo x reader, angst, reader is stronger than gojo, gojo is very irrational and angry here, gojo has a back + leg injury here, reader is already in a relationship, brief Satosugu banter, Shoko cameo, very little proof reading approx 2.2k? words

The strongest have responsibilities, any ideology any person holds always places responsibilities on the strongest. Be it to protect the weak, further the world, anything of the sort– the strongest bare the burden. Satoru knew this better than anyone, he was raised to believe he was the strongest in the world of Jujutsu– his parents, friends, teachers, everyone agreed he needed to accept the fact that he was strong.

He just didn't know he would be humbled so quickly by stronger acquaintances. He thought he would be dead by the time someone as strong or stronger than him appeared, yet here you were. Satoru was improving bit by bit through his experiences in Jujutsu Tech, but you? You were practicallt sprinting to the finish line as everyone's fastest paces looked like light jogs next to you. Any time you were praised for your quick ability to adapt and improve your technique, you would downsize your power– it infuriated him.

The day Satoru realised you were stronger was during close combat training, it was when Suguru was still around– he was smart enough to back off when you invited him for a sparring session, this piqued Satoru's interest, how strong were you for Suguru Geto to back away from a physical fight? He was probably the best fighter when it came to close combat.

A loud "I'll take you on!" Brought both your and Suguru's attention to Satoru as he removed his uniform's jacket, throwing it aside and approaching you on the mat. "... Have we met before?" You asked.

"Only one of the two strongest sorcerer's in this dump, Satoru Gojo" He quickly introduced himself, cracking his knuckles and twisting his neck left and right getting all of the kinks out of his bones before standing infront of you. Suguru only grinned as he patted his friend's shoulder once. "Then, I'll be the referee, sound fair?"

"Nice, Suguru! Sneak in some points for me, 'kay?" Suguru scoffed. "I'm not keeping track of that."

"You two seem quite close," you pointed out, smiling at the natural banter between the two, you introduced yourself quickly and after getting the formalities out the way, you took your respective spots; you and Satoru facing each other as Suguru stood in the middle.

"Ready? And..." Suguru began, the two opponents taking a prepared stance. The curse manipulator waited a beat (both to build up anticipation and to mess with his best friend). Then...

"Start!"

Satoru had evaded once blow from you then tried to land another, not even two moves after that he was pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back, that was the first time he tasted defeat. His embarrassed reddened face was more clear now that his glasses had slipped off of his face when he was so confident he didn't even need to take them off, Suguru kneeled down next to you and hummed "oh, did I mention that she's pretty much the strongest around here? Oopsie~"

"Quit laughing and help me up!" After you allowed Suguru to take a commemorative photo, you helped him up, and he dusted himself off as the tips of his ears turned pink. You found this mystery stranger amusing. "Gojo, was it? I think we'll get along fine!"

Satoru didn't know why but his heart skipped a beat, at that moment he thought he has some kind of attraction towards those who are stronger than him (which were a scarce few), but that theory would be debunked as he simply realised it was only love at first sight.

"You kidding me? After that beat down, just call me Satoru!"

You in fact, did not call him Satoru after that, but you eventually came around after multiple instances of either saving him, guiding him, giving advice and if he tried hard enough you would give him small glimpses of your vulnerable side (it was only fair, he was always vulnerable with you!), yet the closer he wanted to be with you, the farther away you seemed; it worsened after Suguru left. The stage of the strongest sorcerers dwindled.

he watched as he hobbled away from the scene on Shoko's shoulder, you made it just in time as Satoru received a blow to his back– the curse's level proved too high for him to handle by himself. Everytime Satoru watched you fight or use your technique, he felt his admiration grow for you (not that he would ever admit admiring anyone else), outside of combat he would shoot playful comments to you and you would actually return them– you didn't yell at him like Utahime or roll your eyes like Shoko, you seemed genuinely happy to be talking to him.

The book of mental notes about you in his head gets thicker and thicker with every interaction, Satoru can dissect any aspect about you and explain what he loves about it in detail, what he loves about you.

"Is he okay?" He was brought out of his thoughts when your voice reached his ears. He laid on one of the two beds available in the infirmary, and Shoko greeted you at the door.

"Yeah, it's nothing major– he didn't say a word since he got here, though.." Shoko turned to look at Satoru, an unsettled expression on her features. "He's never gone this long without babbling.."

"Im a traumatised survivor, I'm processing my fear and intense emotions!" Satoru sat up, hissing through the laugh as he joked. He made eye contact with you; his saviour. You simply huffed out a chuckle. "You must be getting stronger if you can joke around after that."

"Not as strong as you." He quickly shot back with a grin, Satoru had long accepted the fact that you were stronger, you had more stamina, more cursed energy, and you had a good head on your shoulders.

"Shoko, you go relax– I'm sure taking care of this baby took a lot out of you." Satoru pouted, Shoko laughed and nodded, patting you once on the shoulder."He's good to go. He just needs bed rest for now, just toss him in his dorm room!"

Satoru didn't know if he wanted to curse out Shoko or thank her, he had your attention to himself now as you helped him limp back to his dorm room– you were so close to him all he could smell was your scent, all he could feel was your hands on him, so secure so he wouldn't fall and yet he hoped you wouldn't feel his pulse quickening.

It was quiet, and for once, Satoru was content with that as long as he was near you. "Satoru? You've been quiet this whole time..." You pointed out casually, your tone concerned as your expression seemed serene, calm even. He grinned at you, tipping his head down to look around you through his scratched shades. "What? you worried about me? Sheesh, take me out on a date while you're at it!"

You laughed almost uncomfortably, although he didn't pick up on it. Reaching his dorm room and letting you in, he flopped down onto his bed and groaned loudly. "Do you need anything else? I'm going to go now." That got him to sit up

"Alrea- ow?!" He hissed as his leg throbbed in pain. You winced and watched him, Satoru looked up at you with an expression akin to angry confusion, but you knew it was mostly his irritation to the pain. "But.. why? C'mon, what's the rush? You can stay with me for a while!" He patted the spot next to him on his bed, grinning at you.

A chime resonated. You took out your phone, and your expression dropped. "I'm sorry, Satoru. I kinda have a date."

"... huh?" He asked you as he tilted his head, genuinely confused. You, in turn, tilted your head back at him. ".. didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me, wha? It's just plans, right? It's not an actual date." Satoru waved off his worry, laying back on his bed and resting his hands behind his head."It's not like we can date anyone. The strongest just can't risk themselves like that!" Which is why he believes you two would be the perfect power couple– He's strong, he'd be fine! He just needed you.

"... Satoru, I am seeing someone." You finally revealed, you watched his reaction intently, it was almost comical; his eyes peeked over the rim of his shades as he tipped his head down once again, staying still for a moment before slowly sitting up until he was in a proper enough sitting position for this conversation.

".. what do you mean?" He asked with a deeper tone. He was clearly shocked– resisting asking the question 'How dare you? How selfish can you be?' You're seeing someone, and it's not him.

You're dating someone, and it's not him.

"I thought you knew," you started. "I really thought Shoko told you -"

"Shoko knows?!" You were silenced quickly by his sudden shouting, you weren't stupid or naive, you suspected Satoru harbored romantic feelings for you but you didn't think he would burst like this; especially to you, his tone was always so sweet and playful to you– sometimes even vulnerable. You were never on the receiving end of his shouting.

You didn't answer, what were you supposed to say? Apologise? You did not owe him an apology for falling in love. You certainly don't owe him an apology for not returning his feelings. Satoru continued. "We can't love like normal people– WE have to stick together!" He almost tripped getting up, gripping your shoulders too tightly for your comfort. "I'm stronger than any stupid curse or curse user! Stronger than any other sorcerer! I'm the perfect person for you!"

You almost couldn't believe these audacious words you were hearing, as Satoru screamed at you, his glasses slid down his nose showing you the glint of tears as the tip of his nose began to redden with his cheeks; you didn't know if it was from anger, sadness or both.

"Satoru- please calm down." You held his wrist, trying to bring him back to reality. He grew angrier as you continued speaking. "Just because we're strong doesn't mean we have to shut ourselves out from the world– you need to understand."

He wanted to kiss you just so you would stop talking, so you would forget all about that stupid partner of yours and instead become drunk with the feeling of him. He knew you had the power to kill him easily if he did that.

"Please– I guarantee you, whoever they are, I love you more than they do." He wouldn't listen. "I should be - WE should be together!" His shaky hands moved to hold yours closely, shoving them at his chest. You were thrown off by how fast his heart was beating.

"You feel that? This is what you do to me!" Desperation was evident in his voice as it cracked at the end of his sentence. You ripped your hands away from him. You've had enough.

"Stop it! You're acting like a child!" You couldn't reason with him. Logic wouldn't get through. "We don't have any obligation to be together! I'm strong enough to protect those I love!"

"So why won't you love me?! You can save your energy -" his hand landed on his chest "-with me! I don't need protection! I JUST NEED YOU!" Entitlement, love, anger– all his emotions came crashing onto him as he watched your expression contort with anger at his behaviour, he's sure he sounded insane but it doesn't matter, he could see that you refused to have him– for the sake of some weakling that couldn't even compare to him.

"They're just some pathetic civilian, aren't they?!" His accusations crawled under your skin and boiled your blood, what did he know? "Someone who would die against a grade 3 curse or whatever! I'm right, aren't I?!"

You wanted to shout back, to slap him even– you restrained yourself, you didn't get to where you are now by killing whoever disagreed with you, he wasn't on par with you– no one was. Your partner was your comfort in this lonely world of your relentless pursuit of strength. Looking at Satoru right now, you realised only they could provide that comfort for you.

Not Satoru.

"... you're being delusional, Gojo" ... huh? Gojo? Who's that? His heart plummeted into his stomach as pure disbelief and disgust oozed from your words.

He couldn't ask for you to repeat his name as he saw you turn and hurriedly walk out of his room. "Wai-WAIT!" It took him a moment to find his voice, another to blink away the tears, one more to lose his footing as the pain took this chance to ruin any opportunity he had of stopping you, he stumbled to the cold floor and couldn't catch himself or you in time.

"(Name)- waitwait! Please!" You didn't turn back. After everything he said to you, there was no way you knew Satoru anymore. This wasn't Satoru. This was some entitled brat from the Gojo clan.

He was glad you didn't see how pathetically fragile he looked from this dull injury, straining to get up and at least sit on his knees– another part of his mind hoped you stayed to look at him, crying and sniffling as he mumbled your name weakly on his dorm room's floor, maybe then you would have pitied him and agreed to at least go on a date with him.

Satoru always thought you were fated to be lovers. Now, he was reduced to his burden of being the strongest of the Gojo clan. He was over the moon when you two were close enough to use your first names. Now, he was back to being a stranger because of a selfish fantasy.

#your stars have aligned .•°✧✦✧ #<- new tag for requests n such yippie #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #too many tags vomits

[erosuguru]

Shiu word vomit, he's cute

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Shiu and reader are married, Toji calls reader sweet thing/beauty, suggestive near the end, implied toji x reader, 1k words

"Oh god.." Your husband, Shiu, groaned quietly to you as he turned away. You followed curiously and asked."What's wrong?"

He took a moment, debating on whether he should tell you or not before he tipped his head in one direction subtly. "Don't look now, but you see the big guy over there?" He whispered to you, and you waited a moment before taking a subtle glance at the man, disguising your peeking as just reaching over to pick a product off the shelf.

"He's from work."

"So a colleague?" Shiu nodded at your words. You smiled and nudged him gently. "You scared me. I thought he was your boss or something.."

Just as Shiu prepared an answer to you, he stopped when he noticed the man began approaching you two. "God- just ignore him–"

"This guy bothering you, ma'am?" The man asked you specifically, a grin on his face as he examined you. You stuttered for a moment and shook your head. "Oh no- he's my husband!"

"Very funny, Fushiguro.." Shiu wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closely to him as the man, Fushiguro, let out a chuckle. "You're married? To this sweet thing? Bullshit."

Warmth bloomed at your cheeks. You waved off the compliment. "Oh, he's not all bad. Sure, I'd love for him to put away the cigarettes, but it's not a dealbreaker." Shiu pouted at you. You only gave him a glance that said,'What? I'm right!'

"I'm not sure we met, Fushiguro, was it?" You asked as Shiu seemingly refused to introduce the two of you. You held up your hand, offering the man a polite handshake.

The man took your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the top of your hand. "Yeah, but for a beauty like you? Call me Toji."

"Back off Fushiguro, she just said I'm her husband." Shiu's arm tightened around you as you took your hand back. You settled a hand over Shiu's and squeezed gently."So - you two work together? You two must be pretty close then!" You pointed out lightheartedly, noticing a glare in your husband's gaze.

"Not close enough to know he married! I'm kinda hurt here, Shiu!" Toji mocked, and Shiu rolled his eyes at the tone. "Right, we've got grocery shopping to get to, so I'll see you."

You knew your husband's work, you knew not to interject as long as he was careful and came home in one piece, this man exuded an aura screaming at you not to invite him into your home, no doubt he does the dirty work in this partnership.

Toji frowned once at Shiu. "Hmph, sure, whatever." Glancing at you, the same grin stretched over his features; the more he smiles at you, the more you notice that scar over his lip. "It was a pleasure meeting you, miss~"

"Ah, yes! You too!" Was all you could blurt out as Shiu dragged you away, holding you closely and taking away the shopping basket from you. Shiu let out a sigh as soon as you two were out of earshot, he mumbled under his breath. "Can't keep his dick in his pants for 5 seconds.."

"Shiu?!" You yelped at your husband's crude language, making sure no one was around to hear him say that– especially not his work friend. "What? You seriously didn't see the way he was watching you?" Your husband asked as he turned to you fully. His physique took a familiar interrogative stance, one you were used to whenever he'd try to get answers from you.

"What? He just introduced himself and said I was pretty! Nothing more!" You folded your arms, concerned by this sudden territorial behaviour. Shiu continued. "He was practically slobbering over you, staring at you like some discount wagyu beef or something.."

You squinted at him. "What's with that comparison? That was so random.. wait- are you calling me a piece of meat?!" You blushed heavily, feeling embarrassed. He panicked in turn.

"No! No, no, honey, listen– I didn't mean that, I just mean you're gorgeous, okay? And he wasn't exactly respecting that ring on your finger.." his explanation clarified his intention, but you were still offended at his claims. You scoffed at him and turned away.

"Too late, you revealed what you really think of me!" You busied yourself with browsing across the items on the shelf. Your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, setting his head on your shoulder."Honey, I was kidding, I'm sorry, okay? I just got a little... jealous." He spat the word out, unable to believe he was acting like a possessive child over a toy because Toji of all people.

"... fine, but I'm still mad at you!" You gave up. He can tell even after you announced your anget to him, He was always so clear with his intentions and words. This time, it was really a slip of the tongue. He kissed your cheek. "There's my girl, come on, let's finish up and go home.."

You turned to him with a small smile. "You were nagging me to go with you when we were home. Why the rush to get back now?" Shiu hummed, thinking of how to word his answer properly while lowering himself right next to your ear. "I think I need to fuck you to remind you who's your husband~"

You gasped and slapped his chest, he laughed at your flustered state as you could only spout out "SHIU!" In a harsh whisper. "What? Its not a big deal, we're husband and wife, we fuck all the time."

His vulgar language frustrated you and aroused you at the same time as you squirmed while his arms tightened around you. "Maybe we should go back and invite him for dinner, make him watch me fuck you after that.."

Sputtering, you took the basket from him with a pout and turned away as he followed you. "Come on! I'm just messing with you!"

"Time and place, Shiu!!"

Unknown to you both, Toji listened intently to your exchange in the very next aisle and hummed, biting his bottom lip subtly as the idea took root in his head. He hoped you two would invite him to dinner at some point.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #shiu kong x reader #kong shiu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #idk what to tag fuggin uuuuuuhhhh im hungry

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So far i have seen 3-4 accounts with names including toji (like "tojis(blank)") just from today's activity

#this man has people on a chokehold #i get it but im too into geto #✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ salem’s speaking