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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 5 months

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Birthday present

Tags : smut, virgin female!reader, gojo can be gentle too! (I'm kidding, he's a feral bitch), dude likes to edge himself and he doesn't even know it, praise, a little stretched out until you reach the main course, unprotected sex (do not attempt, use protection), stomach bulge (cuz why not??), I lost my mind halfway through, gojo is in his mid-twenties (reader is the same).

Minors, you know the drill. Get out🚪👈🏼🚶🏻‍♀️

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9 months. 9 whole months passed since you've started dating Satoru and you haven't done the deed yet, fearing the pain and whatever complicated emotions that comes with being a...well, virgin but luckily for you, the very impatient man is willing to be patient, just for you and you only. But just because he's patient doesn't mean he won't push his luck afterall, he's Gojo Satoru. What did you expect? What he wants, he always gets and unluckily for you, he doesn't want you. He needs you.

10 : 38 PM

"Babe can we do it today, Pretty please?,"

Satoru whines, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his head on your stomach, batting his pretty cerulean eyes up at you pleadingly. You look down at him with a neutral expression on your face, shifting on the bed to prop yourself on your elbows to look at him better.

"And what exactly are you talking about?" You ask, brushing stray hairs from his eyes with a small grin. "You know what I'm talking about," he groans, pulling you down and burying his face in your chest which earns him a light gasp out of you. "No bra," he notes happily to himself, subtly taking in your scent.

"Please pretty please with a cherry on top, I swear I'll take it easy and go slow. Nice and easy, yea?," his voice comes out muffled, hands slowly sliding under your shirt and resting on your bare skin to prove his point. You look at him incredulously and swallow thickly," you promise?", not wanting to deny him anymore.

Satoru looks up at you expectantly, his cheeks squishing as he rests his face on your breast, squishing it beneath him too," yea, I promise. I'll be gentle," he coos, hands gently roaming upwards to grope your chest. Kneeding and rolling your unoccupied nipple with his fingers, he smiles when it perks up and your breathe hitch. He sits up, eyeing your every expression down with a satisfied grin as he leans down and licks your bottom lip for access. You comply immediately and part your lips open, earning you a satisfied hum from him as he slowly lolls and twists his tongue with yours, his hands now tugging at your shirt impatiently, pulling it off of you with one final tug.

Throwing your shirt off at a corner somewhere, your skin rises from the sudden chill and you immediately cover your exposed chest, a grunt of disapproval popping out of him as he pries your arms open with ease, all struggle from you being rendered impossible as he admires the view of you squirming under him. Gently groping your plush chest and perked up nipples, he kisses your lips, jaws and chin before making his way down to your neck, leaving a trail of spit behind.

Suckling and licking his way down to your chest, he takes a nipple in his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue, gently biting and tugging at it with his teeth. A smug grin on his face when he hears you moan softly, your hands immediately rushing to his hair and tugging at it as heat pools at the pit of your stomach. "Shh, you're doing so well baby. So, so well," Satoru murmurs, moving on to the neglected side and doing the same, his unoccupied hand drifting downwards and making its way past your shorts, groaning when he notes that you didn't have any underwear on and feels the sticky wetness oozing out of you," such a good girl. You're all nice and wet, just for me," he rasps out, lightly rubbing at your clit in a circular motion.

You gasp out, back arching off the bed slightly as your hand abandons your position on his neck, choosing to grip on the sheets instead." Satoru," you sputter out, a tingling sensation running up your spine while looking up at him with wet eyes. Satoru immediately stops, mumbling apologies as he pulls his hand away and picks you up," I'm sorry, was that too far? Did I hurt you?," he asks worriedly, settling you down on his lap and wiping the few tears that leaked through your eyes, ignoring his raging hard-on which was very obviously poking your inner thighs through his sweat pants. You look at him confusedly, rubbing your eyes," no, no. It's nothing like that," you answer, he mimics your confused look.

"Why are you crying then?"

You flush, splotches of color appearing on your face," i-it just felt really weird and...well, nice." You admit, pursing your lips as you look at the visible relief flooding his eyes almost instantly and a smile tugs at his lips. "I thought I hurt you or something," he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours with a small smug smile on his face," so can we continue where we left off?"

"Ye-"

"Before you answer, I want you to actually think about it right now," he says, effectively cutting you off. " I may be patient but I'm not one of restraint so once we start...I can't guarantee that I'll be able to stop."

You chuckle lightly, resting your hand on the bulge poking at your thigh. Jolts of pleasure runs up through him, causing him to straighten his back as he stares at your hand and back at you speechlessly. "I want to do it, satoru," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him closer until your lips are only centimeters apart.

"I want you," you kiss him, licking his bottom lips like how he licked yours. You were a fast learner, always was- who knew that it applied to this too.

Satoru feels something snap within him, immediately grabbing your waist and resting you snugly on ontop of his cock, grinding your clothed cunt down on it- pulling out simultaneous muffled moans out of the two of you as he hungrily kisses your lips, hands gripping your thighs before pulling away and swiftly turning you around, resting your back on his chest, he props a bunch of pillows behind him and leans down with you ontop of him.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he whispers hoarsely, tugging your shorts off and hurriedly disposing it to the floor. His hands immediately cups your cunt, eyes rolling back as he feels the gushing wetness and the vibrations of your moan coursing through him. Slowly pushing his finger in your tight hole, you grip his arms and rest your head on his shoulder as he pumps in and out of you, curling his fingers inside to find that one spot.

He grins when he feels you clench down on his finger," Aha. You're weak here aren't you?," he whispers in your ear as he slowly adds in a second finger, abusing the gummy spot inside you- his other hand gently rolling your nub, your eyes roll back as small, broken moans spills out of you. Your mouth falls open and he takes the chance to press his swollen lips against yours, gently adding in a third finger to stretch you out properly.

"You're close, aren't you?," he mumbles against your lips, adding a little more pressure on your clit." Don't let me hold you back from cumming, baby," he teases softly, pressing light kisses at the back of your neck. As if on command, your body jerks as you orgasm and clench down incomparably tight, drenching his fingers- Satoru bites down hard on your shoulder, creating a bruising spot as he imagines his fingers inside you being replaced with his cock instead.

Gently getting you off of him, he lays you down on your back and brushes stray hair off your face, admiring the look on it with a grin," you did such a good job for your first time. I'm so proud of you honey," he coos, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it aside, you drool at the sight of his chiseled torso, rubbing your thighs together to create some friction in your throbbing cunt.

"S-satoru," you whine out softly, body still trembling from the aftershock, reaching a hand out to him weakly. He shushes at you; leaning down and kissing you gently, he pulls his sweats down, his bulge poking out prominently from underneath his boxer- palming his clothed bulge, he groans in your lips, sending vibrations down your body and pulling out loud, needy moans from you.

His hip bucks at the sounds, hurriedly pulling away from you and taking in deep, heavy breathes; the usual cerulean blue irises of his being replaced with a blown out black abyss staring back at you. Pulling his boxers down, his cock springs out and you gasp breathlessly at the sight of it. The tip was flushed pink, pre-cum leaking out of it and you catch sight of the thick veins running through it. You swear you saw them pulse, you lick your swollen lips nervously.

He was big. Too big. You were right, you can't do this afterall. It's not gonna fit. You don't even wanna try pushing that in! Were you horny? Hell yes! But that doesn't mean you're gonna run head-first to your death just because of it!

"Satoru, t-thats not gonna fit," you whisper, looking at him with apprehension. He shushes at you, leaning down and kissing your inner thighs, taking in your scent," it will, don't worry. I'll make sure of that," he mumbles, gently biting down and soothing it with kitten licks. His mouth goes dry at the sight of you throbbing and clenching onto nothing for him- licking the cream that oozed out of you, he grunts at the taste of it.

Your hands immediately grasp his hair," satoru, it's not gonna work ou-!" He licks at your slit, shutting you up," I said I'll make it work, didn't I? Don't you worry about it ," he mumbles absent-mindedly, suckling your clit and tongue fucking you, his hands holding on to your hips and holding you in place- the pressure of your thighs clenching onto his head only adding fuel to the fire as he drinks you up ravenously, your protests and moans of it being 'too much' falling on deaf ears. He's thirsty and you're wet, even an idiot would know that he's not stopping until he drinks his fill.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you cum once again, a silent scream ripping out of you. Your vision goes white and your hold on his hair tightens more, thighs crushing his head and essence squirting out of you and onto his tongue as he greedily laps every single drop, Satoru swears that he can die happy right now. Dry-humping his cock at the mattress, whines pours out of his mouth as he feels his own release building up but he stops, shuddering at the feeling of the failed release.

11 : 12 PM

He wanted to cum inside you first. Satoru finally pulls away, gulping in air and realizing that he nearly suffocated himself between your thighs. "That won't be such a bad way to go," he muses to himself while rubbing his pre-cum along his length. An irony in itself, the strongest sorcerer dying between his lover's thighs instead of dying in battle, the former would've been an honor, the latter? An insult.

Brushing the hair sticking on your blissed out face, he kisses your forehead, lining his thick tip across your entrance," I love you," he whispers to an unresponsive you, your body still trembling from the force of the last orgasm.

Slowly and gently, he pushes his thick head in you, grunting at the effort to stop himself from bucking his hips into yours. Broken moans spills out of you, coming down from your high at the painful feeling of being stretched to the limit," s-toru," you mewl out pathetically, hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.

"It h-hurts," you sniffle, looking at him with tear-stained eyes. Oh lord, what are you doing to him?! He quickly replaces his hold on your hips with the sheets instead, gripping the sheets so tight that he rips holes on it. Holding on to the last bit of restraint, he pulls out slowly before pushing in inch by inch again. Sobs springing out of you as you start squirming from the uncomfortable pain underneath him," for the love of all that's good, please stop moving. You're making this harder for me, baby," he rasps out, hands resting on your hips again, holding you in place.

Halfway in, he finally bucks his hips in yours and fits himself snugly inside you, he'd deal with the consequences later. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, feeling too filled and stretched out too fast," you promised to go slow! Satoru, you liar!" You wail out, squeezing your eyes shut and scratching his back, an outlet for the pain.

"Shh, I told you didn't I? That I'd make it fit and look, you're taking me so well. You're so nice and warm, made just for me," he coos, licking your tears and forcing your head up to look at the two of you joined together, him being buried inside you from the tip to the hilt would've made a mouth-watering sight before if it wasn't for the pain ripping through your body.

Your nails go deep into his skin but Satoru doesn't care, he loves the pain.

Satoru presses down lightly on your bulging stomach, dazed at how deep he was in you. You clench down on him, your warm gooey hole hugging him so tight that he nearly cums immediately. " I'm gonna start moving," he whispers, earning him incorrigible protests out of you- pulling out a little, he thrusts into you shallowly, voice seemingly stuck in your throat, all you do is hug him tighter.

"You're sucking me in so well," he groans out, slamming his hips into yours, the bed creaks underneath the both of you. Pain soon turns into pleasure as he continues ramming inside you, hitting your gummy spot so well that all you can do is moan his name out.

"S'toru," your tongue lolls out of your mouth, mind going blank as you feel the ecstasy rising in you. "You're drooling down there, baby. I'm glad you like my cock so much," he moans in your ears, fingers tormenting your swollen clit as he thrusts mercilessly in you.

" 'ts too much, satoru!" You whimper, scratching his back, your senses goes on overdrive. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body jerks and you clench down- his pace finally stuttering. Whimpering in your ears, he bites onto your collar bone; still fucking you through your high. The coil finally snaps in him too, grunting as he comes in you, pouring his hot seeds inside your womb, rope by rope until your belly starts to swell with the amount. Breathing heavily, he topples ontop of you, crushing you underneath his weight but you don't care, more like you can't care.

12 : 07 AM, 7th December

"Best birthday gift ever," he mumbles, lifting himself up. Looking down at you with a grin, his softened cock starts to harden inside you again.

"Let's do it one more time, yea?"

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Typing this on my phone with one hand cuz my laptops busted and the other is in a cast.

Sorry it took so long 😔

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paymechildsupport · 2 months

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Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵

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PROMPTS (combined):

"so what about gojo but hes a doppelganger like the milkman. and basically (afab) reader is his girlfriend and doppelganger gojo pretty much is obsessed with reader. so then one day reader finds out and doppelganger gojo is pretty much just scared but all reader cares about is if he loves her. and so he basically confirms that he loves her and is obsessed with her, and then from that point on just smut....

"doppelganger Satoru who tricks you into letting him inside. But once he's in he doesn't care about killing the neighbours he just wants to fuck you and give you all his cum milk. If you're feeling extra down bad maybe some breeding kink 😊(ofc he's the milkman in this)"

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>> @maskedpacific @sadmonke hope I did your prompts justice, a lot of it was winged 😋🥛

JJK TNMN au: all the characters of JJK just in TNMN

-!! Monsterfucking ; oral sex ; overstim(?) ; he has a really long tongue

-!! No pronouns, -- genetalia is referred to as a "hole" -- so creative reading freedom

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Doppel!Gojo who assumed the identity of your pretty boyfriend after devouring his decaying corpse behind a back alleyway,— his first and only thought of entering the complex, your complex

Doppel!Gojo who for months beforehand could only admire you from afar, confined to the shadows. He could look, but he could not touch. He’d glare in envy as his parallel self continued about his normal life,— milkman everyday, delivering your neighbors with their daily supply of dairy. His company slogan: “The Strongest”, because milk made your bones nice and strong (you see what I did there? You see the pun? Yeah.. okay, I’ll stop 😔).

He was your boyfriend,— yet he’d never look at you. You’d simply be off to the side, smiling, forced to observe as you the frustratingly cocky real Satoru Gojo borderlined flirted with your other neighbors. He didn’t even touch you anymore,— so busy socializing, working- stuck in that silly little head of his,— every night your neglected body would have to sleep in a cold bed.

The real Gojo also happened to be the strongest DDD agent out there, — the best of the best— ; when he wasn’t the milkman he was out slaughtering those wretched doppelgängers trying to claw into everyday human life. Single-handedly, he’d manage to keep your specific complex completely Doppel free for the past decade. You often wondered if you’d all survive a day without his protection. He had such a keen eye, always knowing a fake when he saw one. Yet another thing keeping him busy: he’s the strongest, he’s suppose to protect everyone,— and you were just his lover,— no, side piece.

Doppel!Gojo knew he could do better, knew he could treat you like you deserve. If— no, when — he stole the real Gojo’s life his one and only priority would be to shower you in the love and affection you so deserved. He was by far the most advanced of his kind, an almost exact replica,— having all the same defining features as the original: snowy hair, bright blue eyes,— though slightly eerier than the original pair,— and that same cocky, lopsided smirk.

You’d started to branch out, seeing as your ‘boyfriend’ clearly had more important issues— he just wasn’t ready for a relationship,— you being the biggest victim of his inflated ego. Too proud to let you go, but too self conscious to properly stand by your side

So, you’d often talk to the other residents of the complex: Nanami— a spokesperson, and Shoko— the surgeon, have quickly become your newest buddies.

Doppel!Gojo knew you like the back of his charred, clawed hand— the only differentiating key feature,- a staple of all doppelgängers. Covering them with the gloves of Gojo’s milkman uniform was easy enough. He had spent ages observing from afar, admiring,- adoring,- practically drooling everytime you’d double take in an alleyway when you swore you heard a noise behind you. He could watch you for eternity, looking inside of your apartment through an open window, cock erect and unbelievably hard in the confines of those mortal pants.

Doppel!Gojo has been patient, and now that it’s finally his turn, the only thing on his mind is getting your perfect body spread on his bed, fully bare and naked for him to feast upon.

With the “strongest” dead, it would take practically nothing for the doppelgängers to break in and overrun the place,— but all he did was slaughter whatever doppelgänger crossed his path on his way to your room. Practically breaking the door down, you had no time to react before your boyfriend slammed you against the wall, mouth open in a small “o” as he began feasting.

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“S—Satoru.?” it’s been forever since your voice pitched like that, syllables squeaking from the overdose of pleasure between your thighs

“Mmm?” the snowy white of his head lifts up momentarily from your thighs, blue eyes blinking innocently. He hums, playing with the elastic of your panties, pulling and slapping them against your thigh, “s’mthing you need, baby?”

“I.. *hic*” sparks fly through your system as his warm tongue presses against the growing wet spot of your underwear, throwing your head back, “AH– .. *hic*. n-..no-”

He smiles, all teeth, and you can’t help but feel like prey the way he eyes you; hungry, – starving, even.

“Hmm.. if you say so,”

You gasp as he tears your panties off, the cold air slapping you. He licks his lips, an animalistic urge overtaking him as he dips down between your legs.

You're stuck wide eyed, only able to watch as his snowy head bobs up and down, tongue suddenly grazing your entrance.

“S-SATORU– .. G-GAhh.. ngha~.” You mewl, pleasure curling through your body as he curls his tongue, flicking it just in the opening, almost exactly where you need him, “c-CAReful, – Sato..- aa OOh~” he takes long, full strokes with his tongue, the muscle slipping right into your slick hole. He groans at the taste of you, sloppily twisting his tongue inside. You buck your hips, fucking his tongue into you, squealing at the way he slobbers. His lips grace your ass, practically making out with the lips of your soaked folds. You can’t even question how he’s still breathing, being suffocated between your thighs, – nor why his tongue is so inhumanly long, hitting deeper than what even any human cock should, – not when he fucks you with it so good.

Sharp blades pierce the meat of your legs, causing you to shriek, the pain immediately drowning in the immense waves of pleasure racking through your body. ‘Satoru’ grips you, spreading your plush ass further while his tongue digs absurdly deep inside you. Your insides are coated in his saliva, the warm, strong muscle of his tongue finally hitting your pelvis, – and you come hard.

He eagerly laps you up, drinking from you like you were the finest of wines.

“God.. you taste.. Heavenly”

You can only shake violently as his tongue retracts from your inside, done invading your organs. Thick, heavy sobs rack your entire body, thick coils of pure pleasure tighten, wanting more.

A predatory smile donning his features, ‘Satoru’ licks his chops like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty treat. Hastily ripping off his tie and peeling away his clothing, ‘Satoru’ eases your body onto the living room couch, spreading you out perfectly for him before lowering himself on top of you.

You grab his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands. He’s practically glowing, pale, milky skin soft underneath your fingers. His blue eyes bore deeply into yours, absolutely stealing what little breath you had left away.

You should ask what the hell that was, who fuck, – or rather, – what the fuck was he, and what’d he do to your cold-shouldered boyfriend.

But as you gaze into those sapphire windows, you can only whisper;

“Do you still love me..?” voice soft and thick with the tears choking your throat.

‘Satoru’ brings is blackened claw to your face, long, agile fingers wiping away your tears,

“Of course I do… I love you more than everything, – more than you could possibly imagine.” (not like he was wrong)

You smile softly, body too weak to lift itself up to kiss him.

He brings his lips to yours, and you kiss him back.

Looks Satoru enough. --

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milk. 🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

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hxnbi · 4 months

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「 IF ONLY... ︱GOJO SATORU 」

— synopsis: if only you were like your brother... — disclaimers: angst, comfort, platonic

yuji and megumi version | masterlist

— GOJO SATORU

Born from the same womb, your role was sealed from the moment your brother opened his eyes.

Your brother was the first one out of the stomach, therefore officially the "older sibling" by a mere 13 seconds. Though, that was of little importance in the grand scheme of things.

Because that didn't matter. You didn't matter.

Your brother, Gojo Satoru, was beloved, adored, and spoiled beyond any child of the Gojo clan.

It made sense. After all, Satoru was the pride of the Gojo Clan, the first person to inherit both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in four hundred years.

…As for you?

You were dubbed as the failure of the Gojo clan.

You had no technique and hardly enough cursed energy to see spirits. It's no wonder even your own parents called you a pathetic child and an extra mouth to feed. It's funny, considering how wealthy the Gojo clan really was…

That sealed it for you.

It silently implied you didn't belong in the family and never would. Not the while Satoru was still alive.

You doubted with every part of your being that your family would ever repent for their actions and start loving you again. Even then, every time, hope still lingered, but it felt like a mere wisp of a dream, a fragile whisper carried away by the winds of despair—a mere pipe dream.

Every time the "Gojo twins" were mentioned, it was always about how strong Satoru was and how weak you were, not being able to live up to anybody's expectations of you.

You weren't weak. If anything, you were strong, even without having a technique of your own to boast, befitting a member of the Gojo clan. But you were nothing compared to your brother… and because you were twins, it was all people could ever compare you to.

You were but a shadow in Satoru's life, not even worth being named a replacement.

"If only [Y/n] had also inherited at least one of our techniques. It's a shame…" they would say.

The failure of the Gojo clan. It had a nice ring to it… you would sheepishly chuckle to yourself, carefully and willfully ignoring the aching pain in your chest, and instead put on a mask.

Satoru would constantly joke around with you, saying that he must've cannibalized and stolen all the cursed energy from you while you both were in the womb. It was funny at first—to him—but each jest carried a sting of truth, leaving a subtle ache in your heart as the words echoed in your mind.

You were spiteful. Every day, it served as a cruel reminder that you could never escape. You felt hurt, betrayed, and, most of all, forgotten.

But, when everything was all said and done, you couldn't ever find it in you to blame your brother. After all, he couldn't control the circumstances. He just happened to win the lottery, and you didn't—ended up getting not even a piece of the pie, but rather a single crumb of it.

But Satoru still loved you.

He tried his damn best to include you in everything—and you knew it. How he would ask you to come to the family meetings from then on. He succeeded, of course. No one could ever oppose him, but the utter looks of disgust that you would receive painted a canvas of silent disapproval and alienation.

You never did belong there.

You believed you didn't deserve his love, or anyone's love, for that matter. But even so, you couldn't help but accept it as a balm for the wounds of neglect inflicted by everyone else.

Satoru saw, and he knew what you were thinking—and what you thought of him. He would have to be stupid not to. But like the sneaky bastard he was, he kept on playing dumb. That is, during a day of training where you and Satoru were on the field.

You watched with your legs propped close to your chest and your hand holding up your chin, watching Satoru as he was supposedly “training.”

You kept close to yourself, eyes eventually fluttering close for just a second. “...”

"Oiiii~! [Y/n]! What are you doing, zoning out like that, huh?"

You snapped from your daze, only to see Satoru’s pale face right in front of yours, rubbing at the top of your head. "Nothing, Satoru. Now, stop pulling on my hair."

You didn't know if it was just boredom settling in or if you were that fed up with everything of your years of existence, but you finally asked the burning question.

"Satoru."

"Hm?" he turned around to face you. "What is it, [Y/n]?"

"...Why do you stay around me?"

He tilted his head with an 'innocent' expression. But he knew. He always did. “What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Satoru. Why do you bother being around someone like me? I'm only holding you back. Mom knows it. Dad knows it. All the higher-ups know it."

"So?"

You were his twin. Whatever happened to him would reflect on you as well.

"But that's—!"

Satoru, with a thin line of a smile, edged on. "What's so wrong about it?"

You were left speechless.

"Why wouldn't I play with you? What are they going to do about it, huh? Kill me?" he smirked. “You're my other half, after all."

Something tickled her cheek—a tear. A tear was forming, but you wouldn't let it fall, and you wiped your cheek, which would turn to every few seconds. You started chewing on your lower lip, and your eyes welled up with tears.

There was nothing left of your anger. Everything was gone. But it wasn't sadness that took it. You did not feel anything at all, but your face said otherwise. You could hardly keep yourself together.

The confirmation that your brother cared—saying it all aloud—made you crumble like fragile petals in a gentle breeze. Whether you wanted to or not, every emotion cascaded down your face like delicate petals. Tears escaped your eyes, followed by a hand coming over your shoulder.

You glanced upward. It was Satoru's, your brother's, hand.

"Hey, hey, c'mon. Why are you crying about this time, huh?" he teased while his other hand was extended, ready to pull you up.

Looking at him directly in the eyes, right into those pearly ocean eyes, you couldn't help but think.

“Hah, you were always a crybaby,” he grinned.

You stifled a sniff of your nose, wiping the remaining tears from your face. “Shut it…” you shot back, but that came out softer than you meant for it to be.

A piece of vulnerability.

But Satoru’s hand still remained extended.

And you took it, instinctively reaching out for your brother, just like you always tried to meet the expectations of those in the family. Yet, in that fleeting moment of silence, you not only reached but grasped, succeeding where you had previously faltered.

Gojo pulled your intertwined hands closer together, locking eyes with you. Your breaths were so close that you could feel both his and your every breath.

"No matter what happens, I'll protect you. Didn't I tell you? I'm the strongest, after all.”

"You always say that," you laughed sheepishly.

"That's because I meant it. Every word."

Of course. You didn't doubt that. You never did.

While he may be the world's strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

He's still your brother.

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mikobeautifulheart · 1 month

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Hellooo

Could i get jjk boys (yuji, inumaki, teen gojo etc etc) headcanons for a partner with big thighs/ calves that they're kinda insecure about? Can be fem or gn

Ahhhh yesss. Literally hate my thighs chaffing sucks. But big thighs are hot. I think i'll do Yuji and Megumi and then make a part 2 or 3 as well. Cuz I want this out ASAP for you.

JJK men when you have big thighs and calves (and being insecure about them.)

(More like surrgestive-ish but not smut)

INCLUDING: Yuji and Megumi

Yuji

You may not like the size of your thighs but I know for a FACT Yuji is in love with them. When he isn't looking into your eyes he's looking at your thighs. Respectfully.

The obsession he has with you, your thigs, it sends him flying when you sit down and they get bigger. That's why he was so lost when you started opening up to him about how you wanted to look into a new school uniform that better hides the size of your thighs.

"I don't know Yuji, there just so big and I feel like I take up so much room when I sit down." You sighed.

"BUT THERE- *Ahem* but there so pretty <3" He would say with stars in his eyes.

"I don't have a thigh gap so even pants would look bad on me, I don't want to have a long skirt or dress though because they'll get in the way of fighting..."

"Y/n, babe are you listening to me, if you hide them everyday I might as well be executed now"

"Yuji!" You said.

You knew he liked your thighs, just never how much.

"What would I do with out you and your amazing thighs." He said pulling you onto the couch and resting his head in your thighs while kissing them.

You just sat back looking down at his pink hair with red cheeks.

You did end up changing your uniform to a longer skirt because Yuji would litter your thighs with marks.

Megumi

"Megumi, do you think I should return these skirts?" You asked looking in the mirror of your dorm while Megumi simply watched from behind you.

"Why, are they not your color?" he asked bluntly.

"No I love the color and look how cute the style is, it would go so well with my belt!"

"So why would you return it?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

"Its just, my thighs. They look so...big? You can see them move every time I walk like I don't know fat?" You said turning around to see the back of the skirt in the mirror.

"That's why?" He said getting up and walking toward you.

"Looks like I've been neglecting them" He wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you backwards onto his lap on the couch.

"There just not...pretty" You sighed

"There beautiful" He said, hand running up and down your thigh.

"Mhm." You hummed tiredly.

"I'm serious y/n." He said, resting his head in your neck.

"Your beautiful"

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: I'm currently finishing 2 more requests but there nearly done and I want more. Prettiest please. Also uploads will be way slower because i'm writing a detailed 8 page assignment about coroners court. HAVE A GOOD WHATEVER TIME.

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不浄な結婚 UNHOLY MATRIMONY

Fem reader x Gojo x Geto x Sukuna x Choso

╰┈➤ They all had always been obsessed with you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter content: Mild abuse

WC: 4.2k

You were set to marry Naoya Zenin, the very man you despised your entire life. In the quietness of the Zenin household, the air was thick with tension as you sat in your new room, you were adorned in your finest kimono for your marriage.

From a young age, your parents had set to marry Naoya Zenin. He was always there, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud. Even as children he was obsessed with you, a fact that both disgusted and frightened you.

Born into a noble family, you were known as the most beautiful woman in Japan, desired by many. However, Naoya's obsession with you turned your life into a nightmare. He destroyed your reputation, tainted your purity, and ensured that no other man would want you.

You were trapped, with no choice but to marry him.

Now as the day of your wedding approached, the dread that filled your heart was suffocating. The thought of spending your life bound to a man you despised was almost too much to bear. Yet, you knew that this was your fate, chosen for you by your parents, leaving you with a future that seemed bleak and devoid of any happiness.

In a few minutes, you were going to be the wife of Naoya Zenin. Despite your hatred for him, you wanted to fulfil your parents dreams of being allies with the Zenin clan, you just wanted to make your parents happy for the first time. So with a heavy heart, you wiped away your tears with the forever of your kimono before putting down your wedding veil.

The wedding ceremony began, and you walked down the aisle, the red carpets contrasting with your kimono. As you reached the stairs, you took a seat in front of Naoya Zenin, unable to summon the courage to look up at him. The air was heavy with tension as he lifted your veil, revealing your face to him and sealing your fate in a marriage you never wanted.

"You look beautiful as ever Y/N" Naoya's voice cut through the music. His words only served to deepen the resentment and disgust you felt towards him.

Ignoring Naoya's comment, you reached for the cup of tea in front of you and handed it to him. Without a word, you then picked up your own cup and took a sip, the bitterness of the tea matching the bitterness in your heart.

With the tea ceremony complete, you were now officially married to Naoya Zenin and the new lady of the Zenin clan.

Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, you remained seated in your chair, a silent figure of a ruined beauty. You didn't gaze at anyone, nor did you speak a word. Ever since Naoya tainted your reputation, everyone had abandoned you, unwilling to associate with someone they deemed tainted and immoral. Left with no one by your side, you endured the ceremony in silence while watching everyone praise and cheer on your so called husband.

Finally, the ceremony came to an end, and as you stood to leave your mother approached your side. "Remember what I told you Y/N" She whispered, her voice lacking any empathy, it was cold and empty as always.

You turned to look at your mother, her face was stone-cold with no expression. You looked at her with pleading and sorrowful eyes that screamed the words of help, about to open your mouth to say something.

But then Naoya's butler came. "Lord Zenin is waiting for you in the wedding chambers" He said.

Before you left your mother had put her hand on your shoulder. "At least try to please your husband" She said.

Your mother had always been neglectful of you, treating you more like an obligation than a daughter. Her lack of care and concern had been constant in your life, leaving you feeling unloved and unseen.

You were always aware that you were unwanted by both your mother and father. Your mother was the first and legal wife of your father, your mother's repeated attempts to conceive a male heir failed, resulting in you- a mere woman and a burden to your family name. Your mother neglected you, wishing you were a male instead because this failure led your father to take on multiple concubines, distancing himself from your mother and you. Finally your father had succeeded in fathering three sons with his beloved concubine, forgetting about you and your mother. Your father had abandoned you and your mother within the family walls, you guys were nothing but mere ghosts with everyone ignoring the both of you.

The only success you could bring to your family was earning the title of the most beautiful woman and marrying into the Zenin clan. It was the only moment your father acknowledged you, recognizing you for your beauty and the advantage your beauty could take you. You had secured multiple marriage proposals from high ranking noble families. Your father had used your reputation to his advantage, he used you to climb up the ranks, he pretended to love and cherish you in front of others but in reality that was far from the truth because you were still and would always be nothing but a failure in his eyes.

Your father was more than happy to see you bring power to your family name. So, he was more than happy to marry you off to someone with high ranking like Naoya Zenin.

So now here you were, holding back tears as you walked towards the wedding chambers, multiple maids followed behind you. You knew not one of them would ever pledge their loyalty to you because they were the property of Naoya Zenin, they only and will ever follow your husbands orders, never yours.

Once you entered the wedding chambers, the maids immediately began to undress you, carefully removing your wedding kimono and the multiple hair ornaments that were in your hair. They stripped you down to your wedding night attire, all while brushing out your hair.

"Lord Zenin is here!" A voice yelled from outside the room, signaling Naoya's arrival. As you clenched down onto your inner cheek, you watched your maids all walk out, leaving you in the room alone. The sound of the door closing echoed in the silence, and you were left to face Naoya on your own.

You sat on the bed, watching Naoya walk in, a sense of dread settling over you. As he approached, you couldn't help but plead silently for this night to be over quickly.

To your surprise, you watched Naoya kneel down in front of you. He took your hand, kissing it gently. "Your so beautiful Y/N" He said, his actions had caught you off guard as he looked up at you with those slick green eyes you once fell for.

Naoya was a man full of arrogance and power, always ensuring that everyone knew their place beneath him. He was cocky and always abused his powers. He demanded respect and obedience from everyone below him, making sure that everyone kissed his feet to maintain his position of authority.

Yet here he was, Naoya Zenin kneeling in front of you.

"N-Naoya, are you drunk?" You stumbled over your words, unable to process the fact that he was kneeling in front of you. "Get up, you can't be seen like this" His behavior was so out of character that it left you questioning his motives, unsure of what to make of this unexpected gesture.

"Can I not worship my wife?" Naoya replied, his tone soft yet firm. His words caught you off guard.

There was silence in the room for a bit, the weight of Naoya's words hanging in the air between you.

"Can we just... get this night over and done with Naoya" You said, unable to meet his gaze.

"Why do you always think of me negatively Y/N?" Naoya said, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. Despite this, you ignored it, convinced that it was just another one of his manipulative games.

"How could you ask me something like that?" You snapped back, your brows furrowed in anger. The audacity of his question, the way he seemed to expect you to overlook all the pain and suffering he had caused you, infuriated you.

"All I've ever done was love you Y/N" He sighed, resting his head on your lap. You felt a mix of emotions, anger, frustration, and perhaps a hint of pity.

"You don't even know what love is" You replied, the words coming out sharper than intended.

"I've done everything for you Y/N" He said. "I bought you everything, the most expensive jewels, kimonos, and ornaments. I even built your own private estate here. But you still won't return my feelings and see me as your husband." His words were filled with frustration and hurt.

It was true that Naoya loved you. Throughout the years, he had stayed by your side, his love suffocating. However, what he didn't know was that you were disgusted by his love. His perception of love was different from yours. Naoya was obsessive, going to great lengths to ensure you would always be his, but in a way that felt like you were his hostage rather than loving.

He would send people to follow you, watch you, and report back to him. Naoya's obsession with you was evident even from a young age. When he found out he was betrothed to you at the mere age of 11, he spent seven years building your own private estate within the Zenin walls, all to your liking.

Naoya's obsession with you reached such heights that when you came of age and garnered the attention of many suitors, he grew incredibly jealous. To ensure that no one else could have you, he began spreading rumors that you had lost your virginity to him. These rumors tainted your reputation, causing men to stop courting you, believing you to be impure and immoral.

Left with no other options, you were forced into a marriage with Naoya, trapped with a man you despised.

"Please Y/N" Naoya begged, desperation evident in his voice. "Why can't you love me back?" His words were filled with a longing for something that seemed unattainable, a plea for a love that you could never return to him.

"You are a man who doesn't know what love is Naoya" You suddenly said, your voice firm. "You are not capable of loving me, you're just infatuated with the thought of me. You don't love me" Words began spilling out of you. Naoya's love was not true, it was a twisted obsession that left you feeling trapped and suffocated.

"No..." Naoya stood up, his expression desperate. "Is it the concubines I have? I'll get rid of them all for you" His offer was sincere, a last-ditch effort to win your affection. But you knew that even without the concubines, his love would remain the same. Selfish and possessive.

"You can take on as many concubines as you can, you can sleep with them as much as you want Naoya. But at the end of the day, no matter what good or bad thing you do towards me, my feelings for you will always stay the same. I can't love you Naoya, I can never love a man who ruined my life, I can't give you the love you want so please just give up on me!" You finally snapped, standing up to face him as he hovered above you. "We both know that this is just a political marriage Naoya, please don't bring love and feelings into this. I can't be a wife who loves you, but I can be a wife who can bear you a son, and that's all I can do for you"

Naoya's expression was a mix of shock and hurt, his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie. But you stood your ground, your words final and resolute. The truth was painful, but it needed to be said.

"You...you" Naoya muttered, he then looked down at you with a dark and intense look in his eyes. It was almost like you flipped a switched in him and it terrified you.

Suddenly you felt his strong grip on your neck, you gasped in shock as Naoya's grip tightened around your neck, you struggled to breathe, fear and shock coursing through you. His eyes, once filled with adoration now bore into you with a cold and menacing glare. You tried to pry his hand away, but his strength was overpowering.

"Naoya....please!" You managed to gasp, your voice strained. But he remained silent, his expression unreadable as he continued to tighten his grip. Panic surged within you as you realized the gravity of the situation. This man, whom you were bound to by marriage, now held your life in his hands.

Just as you felt yourself starting to lose consciousness, Naoya suddenly released his grip, stepping back and letting you fall to the floor gasping for air. He stood over you with his chest heaving, a mix of anger and hurt evident in his eyes.

"You will love me sooner or later Y/N" Naoya said, he looked down at you with those dark and intense eyes. His words sent a shiver down your spine, his tone menacing and full of intent.

With that, Naoya turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you lay on the ground you gulped, trying to catch your breath, your hand instinctively reaching for the spot on your neck where Naoya had choked you. Tears welled up in your eyes. No matter how hard you tried, you could never escape Naoya's obsessive grip.

You had spent your wedding night all alone on the floor. The night passed in a blur of tears and despair as you lay curled up on the ground.

As the morning light shone through the windows of your chambers, you sat in front of the mirror, your reflection stared back at you with that same sorrowful and dull face full of nothing but sadness. Your maids busied themselves around you, dressing you in a delicate floral kimono and adorning your hair with luxurious ornaments. They tried to conceal the redness and puffiness of your eyes with powder.

"Get the carriage ready" You suddenly said, ignoring your maids surprised looks, you got up from the chair and walked towards the door.

Two maids ended up accompanying you from behind. As you were about to reach the carriage, your eyes were drawn to a scene that froze you in place. There, hand in hand with another woman, was Naoya Zenin.

You brushed off the sight of Naoya Zenin with another woman. You reasoned that she might be one of his concubines, dressed in luxurious kimono befitting her status.

"Lady Zenin, please do not worry" A maid spoke up from behind you, her voice soft and comforting. "You are the lady of the house, she is just a mere concubine"

You turned around and were met with a young girl who couldn't have been older than 16. She stood before you, petite and fragile. "What's your name?" You asked.

"H-Hana" She stumbled over her words, clearly nervous in your presence. "I've been assigned to serve only you my lady"

You silently stared at Hana, her words echoing in your mind. Despite her seemingly innocent demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling of distrust that lingered within you. Was she truly here to serve you, or was she merely a pawn in Naoya's game? The thought gnawed at you, leaving you wary of the young girl standing before you.

You took a deep breath, continuing to walk to the front gate. Yet the heavens seemed to be against you as you would have to walk past Naoya first. With a stoic demeanour, you walked past Naoya, ignoring him as best as you could. Just as you thought you had successfully avoided him, he called out your name.

"Y/N" His voice cut through the air, stopping you in your tracks. Despite your reluctance, you turned to face him.

You sighed. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around to meet Naoya's gaze, only also feel the intense lingering stare of the other woman wrapped in his arms.

"My lord" You said, bowing to Naoya.

"Where are you going?" Naoya's voice cut through the air, his tone unreadable.

"To the city centre" You replied, keeping your tone neutral. Avoiding Naoya's gaze, you hoped to end the conversation quickly and continue on your way.

"Oh, do you mind if Emi and I accompany you?" Naoya's voice dripped with mockery, and you could hear the chuckles of the woman beside him.

With a forced smile, you agreed to Naoya's request, though every fiber of your being resisted. "The more the merrier" You said, masking your true feelings.

"Great, I'll get my driver" Naoya said, releasing the woman beside him and then tightly grabbing your hand. You flinched at his touch, a shiver of discomfort running down your spine.

The whole ride was full of tension. You sat bundled up in the corner, the distant laughter of the woman who had snuggled up in between Naoya's arms echoing in your ears.

Finally, the carriage arrived at the city center. Naoya was the first to step out, and he reached his hand out to help you. However, you ignored his hand and stepped out of the carriage on your own. After you, Emi got out and ran to Naoya's side, seeking his attention once again.

"A wife who does not want to accompany her husband?" Naoya's voice was laced with amusement as he snickered. His words were like a knife, cutting through the already strained atmosphere between you.

"You have enough company by your side" You said, your tone calm but firm. You ignored Emi's gaze, refusing to be drawn into any drama within the walls. All you wanted was to fade into the background, to live your marriage in peace without the burden of Naoya's relationships weighing you down.

"And here I thought you would succumb to jealousy Naoya remarked, his tone mocking.

"Naoya, I'm here to buy gifts not to chatter with you" You sighed, trying to keep the conversation as brief as possible. The less interaction you had with Naoya, the better.

"Gifts? For whom?" Naoya raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued at the thought of you knowing anyone else apart from him.

"My father" You replied curtly.

"Your father? He already has the power he wants after you married me, what else could he possibly need?" Naoya replied. "Hm, I guess instead of a gift for your father, we should buy you jewels"

"Naoya... I already have so much" You sighed.

"No, my wife will only have the most expensive and fine jewels. It's never enough" Naoya insisted, his tone firm.

So, here you were, walking behind Naoya and Emi as they led you to reknown jewellery shop in the heart of Tokyo.

You felt out of place in the jewelry shop, surrounded by married couples in love while you stood there looking like a mere maid, awkwardly holding your own hand as Naoya and Emi held hands like teenagers in love.

"What would you like to get for your wife?" The shopkeeper said, completely ignoring you and looking towards Emi, assuming she was the wife. You felt invisible, a mere bystander in your own life.

Naoya suddenly took your hand by surprise, pushing Emi away to the side. "You remember the woman I bought all those jewels for last week?" He asked, looking at you with what seemed like love. But you ignored him, maintaining your stone gaze.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Lord Zenin. I thought that other lady was the new Lady of the Zenin House" Fhe shopkeeper apologized, realizing his mistake.

"Give me the most expensive necklace that would suit my Y/N. I only want my wife to wear the most lavish ones" Naoya instructed, his tone commanding.

Naoya let you go, turning his attention to the multiple pieces the shopkeeper showed him. Meanwhile, you gazed out, losing concentration, lost in your thoughts and emotions, feeling trapped in a life you never wanted.

You wished someone, anyone, could save you from this life, from the suffocating marriage and the emptiness that consumed you. But you knew deep down that there was no one coming to rescue you right?

You were gazing out, lost in your thoughts, when your attention snapped back at the sound of an unfamiliar voice from behind you. "Bring out Yuji" The voice said to the clerk.

You didn't know what came over you, but you suddenly turned your head to the side and were met with the sight of icy blue eyes and white hair.

His presence was like a beacon in the room, drawing everyone's attention. Dressed in the attire of a high-ranking noble, his aura screamed power and authority. His unique features, with his striking face and ethereal appearance, made him stand out as if he were an angel among mortals.

His gaze met yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to disappear. It was just the two of you, locked in a moment that felt suspended in time. You could see the curiosity in his eyes, the flicker of interest, but also something else, something you couldn't quite place.

As you felt someone touch your arm, your attention snapped back to Naoya. You turned to look at him, momentarily forgetting the presence of the man. Naoya's expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

"I called you 3 times Y/N" Naoya said.

"Forgive me, I must have been lost in thought" You replied, meeting Naoya's gaze with a forced smile.

"Isn't this necklace beautiful Y/N?" Naoya said, showing you the lavish necklace adorned with sapphire, shaped like a butterfly.

"Yes" You replied absentmindedly, your thoughts still lingering about the mystery man.

"Zenin" The familiar voice said from behind you. You could feel his presence strongly, close behind you. Inching your head slightly back, you looked up at him, your eyes immediately locking as you felt your heart flutter.

"Your... majesty..." Naoya gritted his teeth as he bowed to the male. You also stopped in your tracks and immediately turned towards the male bowing to him, not realizing the man behind you was possibly the emperor.

"What are you doing outside the palace... are you not afraid someone would try to assassinate you again?" Hatred was evident in Naoya's tone.

"Enough questions, Naoya. I'm glad I met you here" The man said, his eyes lingering on you as you gulped by his intense eyes. "So, this is the infamous Y/N Zenin?" His eyes never leaving your body.

"What do you want Gojo?" Naoya finally snapped, grabbing your arm and forcing you against his chest as you gasped.

"Wow, already dropping the honorifics?" The male laughed amusingly.

"Cut the bullshit Gojo. You never talk to me unless you want something," Naoya retorted, his grip tightening on you possessively.

"What? Are you afraid that I would take your beautiful wife?" He laughed. "You're not entirely wrong Naoya" He said with a smirk.

"Y-you" Naoya snapped, about to take out his katana, but Emi stopped him by throwing herself on him, hugging his chest tightly.

"Naoya don't! Not here" Emi screamed, gathering more attention as they all watched the scene unfold between the emperor and Zenin head.

"Naoya Zenin, you really are a shameless man" He mocked. "Naoya Zenin, you're a despicable man. I heard rumors that you managed to marry the beautiful yet immoral daughter of the L/N family. But here you are, taking advantage of your wife's love and taking in concubines" He said.

Naoya's eyes flashed with anger. "You bastard, how dare you speak like that in front of my wife" He spat out.

You felt cold hands cup your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his icy blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as your faces were mere inches apart.

"It's a shame to see you lose your purity over a man like Naoya" He said, his voice almost a whisper, sending chills down your spine. "You should have picked an emperor over a lord" He added, his tone cutting through the air like a blade as whispers began erupting in the store.

@jinnyeo

I’ll be publishing chapters rlly slow on tumblr, but wattpad is where I publish on.

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appleblueberry-pie · 11 days

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When Gojo asks why we won’t just be with him we tell him that he isn’t worth it 😔🫰

He isn’t worth the body or the history… I know a lot of people like to brag about having exes and body’s but that shit is so embarrassing to me 😭 like I feel like a whore because a boy kissed me in like middle school and he was a BOY. Boys are so gross omg-anyway-

Like why would I date you if we’re gonna break up? Get out of my face bro 😔

"....Is that what you became friends with me for? I'm not interested in dating you, Gojo."

Gojo never knew you were the type to reject people like him. He was everything you wanted in a man and he knew it. Money, extroverted, very fine, strong, tall, sexy, intelligent, all of the above. So....why did you say no to his confession? I repeat, HE CONFESSED and you rejected HIM. He couldn't help but accidentally voice his thoughts.

He leans back in surprised and scrunches his eyebrows at your response. "What?" You raise your eyebrows at his answer and continued eating the food he bought you at this expensive cafe that you now loved. ".....What? Never been rejected before?" You laughed at his response and kept eating. He wasn't gonna pressure you into dog shit, he could kiss ass. You did like his qualities. But with how the dating pool is currently, you wouldn't be surprised if he had three bitches lighting his phone up currently. You had zero hope in all men unless they don't use their phones at all and instead told you the worst jokes on planet in hopes of swooning you.

You would rather not date him. He was nice eye candy though. He gains his composure back and leans on the table. "Yeah, I have been, but I felt like we were both interested in each other, you know...?" You nod, understanding what he meant. "Yeah....sorry if it seemed like I was leading you on." He shakes his head, still incredibly butt hurt inside. "No, it's not your fault."

Why did you say no? He wants to ask desperately. Too many questions filled his mind at the possibilities. Were you lesbian and he was too stupid to realize? Was he not your type at all whatsoever? Was he too stuck up like Suguru said? He doesn't know. "Is it okay if I ask what made you say no?"

You shrug and look up in thought. "Well, it's not you, it's just....too much is happening right now. And I mean with everyone. Too many people are love-bombing each other, there's no genuine connection ever, then there's 'situationships', and a looot of people my age don't have patience for long-term relationships and it's just....i feel like- ugh i guess I'll say it. But I feel like you're the perfect person to have all of those qualities. You're very attractive, Satoru, so....I don't know if I'm ready to trust you enough not to put those labels on your head. It's dumb, but yeah. And I do too much with relationships. I put too much time and energy into the person I'm with, and i hate doing that knowing that there are so many people who've just neglected my needs in return. Basically, I love trauma."

Satoru watched you the entire time you spoke, so you found it hard to continue speaking, but you managed to push through. "Fuck them." You roll your eyes and he takes one of your fries, eating them. "I'm serious. I can give you everything you want and need y/n. I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't have a major attraction and connection to you."

You didn't look impressed, but he was determined. "I agree with you. None of the girls I tried to date just wanted me for sex. I know you would treat me better than that. And I would be willing to give you the love and respect you deserve. I get....I don't want to say this, but I get really happy at the thought of being able to provide for you. All I want is you. And it's okay if you don't want me now."

He takes a piece of your cake and eats it without your permission. "I'm willing to wait."

I'm sorry I took forever with this omg. This is the start of many. I might do like 6 more tomorrow. I need sleep.

#reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #slight yandere lol

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barbies1shots · 4 days

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"where ever you go i wont be far to follow,

oh i love you so ,

youll learn that i already know .

i love you , means that youre never , ever ever , getting rid of me !"

☆ - dead dove do not eat , creep!satoru , yandere!satoru , stalker!satoru , obsessive!satoru , power dynamics , noncon , abuse

Gojo Satoru who knows that everyone should bow down to him.

Gojo Satoru who everyone wants him dead from the moment he was born.

Gojo Satoru who expects everyone to know how powerful he is.

Gojo Satoru who could kill someone without raising any suspicions.

Gojo Satoru who has the same repetitive schedule, day by day.

Gojo Satoru who ignores all calls from his work just to find something or someone, to change his repetitive schedule.

Gojo Satoru who heard of you through his good friend, Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru who seemed uninterested and unbothered at the fact your cursed technique is completely defensive.

Gojo Satoru who stalked Geto's schedule and eventually finds out where you go to school at.

Gojo Satoru who, behind closed doors, relishes the idea of fighting a defensive technique.

Gojo Satoru who catches you from afar, drinking in your patterns and what you do on a daily basis.

Gojo Satoru who thinks you are the most beautiful, eye-catching person on this entire planet.

Gojo Satoru who purposely accidentally bumped into you and made you spill your drink down your shirt, making it see through.

Gojo Satoru who wants to devote his entire being into being with you.

Gojo Satoru who asked what your name was and complimented your hair.

Gojo Satoru who turned back on his infinity as he apologized many times with a sheepish smile on his face.

Gojo Satoru who, later that night, imagined pulling and tugging on it as he rubbed his tip that it looked more irritated than anything else.

Gojo Satoru who followed you wherever you went, he neglected his work, his studies, just to be everywhere you are.

Gojo Satoru who went wherever you went.

Gojo Satoru who visited every place you did.

Gojo Satoru who smiles in the fact you can not see him when he's with you.

Gojo Satoru who catches you smile differently at the patron behind the counter.

Gojo Satoru who wants nothing to come in between him and you.

Gojo Satoru who caught you in the store.

Gojo Satoru whos face scrunched up confusingly as he caught you ramble about the man you were talking to, suddenly went missing.

Gojo Satoru who nodded along as you told him what happened before the man went missing.

Gojo Satoru who shook his head.

"I could try and look for him if it helps your mood? I just dont want you being all sad anymore."

Gojo Satoru who appears at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and an apology that he couldnt find the man.

Gojo Satoru whos eye twitches, as he tried to not laugh maniacally.

Gojo Satoru who smiled instead of laughing as you let him in your house with warm arms.

Gojo Satoru who bit his lip to try and hold back as your head rested soundly on his shoulder.

Gojo Satoru who put you to bed and left after putting a mini camera in your room.

Gojo Satoru who went home to immediately watch the live footage of you sleeping.

Gojo Satoru who smiled as he watched you change, your beautiful body bare just for him.

Gojo Satoru who stroked his cock the same way you played with your clitty when the stress became too much.

Gojo Satoru who scratches at his arms when he's stressed.

Gojo Satoru who catches you on your way to your car after a long day of training.

Gojo Satoru who makes himself bleed when things dont go his way.

Gojo Satoru who cocks his hand back just to deliver a leathal punch into your jaw, immediately catching you off guard and making your head spin sideways before you dropped unconsciously.

Gojo Satoru who scratches at his arms as he observes your face swell up and become discolored.

Gojo Satoru who wakes you up with his head between your thighs and his lips wrapped around your clit.

Gojo Satoru who stares into your face, waiting for a reaction.

Gojo Satoru who laughs in delight as you come on his tongue, making the grown man groan.

Gojo Satoru who pressed kisses into your sore face and aching neck.

"Ive been waiting for this for so long, baby. you just dont know. Ive been watching you for months and youre all I need. Youre perfect so accept me. I understand I did all this without your consent but you have to see the bigger picture here! I am meant for you, you were meant for me. I was meant to be yours! You cant leave us apart."

Gojo Satoru who gripped onto you as he pleaded.

Gojo Satoru who turns off his infinity when he is with you.

Gojo Satoru who pleaded with you with a trembling voice and shaky hands.

Gojo Satoru who wanted to feed you but had to force feed you due to you not wanting to be spoon-fed.

Gojo Satoru who dressed you up in dresses and small skirts because they were better than the wretched pants and leggings you were wearing.

Gojo Satoru who smiled wildly as you begged him to slow down, that you couldnt take it anymore.

Gojo Satoru who fucked you so good it had your legs tensing up and you running away from it.

Gojo Satoru who made you cum on his tongue untill you were limp and pliant.

Gojo Satoru who moaned and whimpered as you licked his lengthy cock.

Gojo Satoru who drunk everything you said up with a head held high and a smile on his wretched face.

Gojo Satoru, whose toes curled in his shoes as he made you drink every last drop of his semen before he even thought about letting you out the chains around your wrists and ankles.

Gojo Satoru who dreamed of this since the day Suguru mentioned you.

"Let me go dammit! I want nothing to do with you, Satoru! Youre just a power-hungry boy with a god-complex. you kidnapped me and forced me into this and- and people will find out! you can't keep me here forever!"

Gojo Satoru who stared at you with a scarily blank face when you screamed at him.

Gojo Satoru who smiled when you spat a glob of saliva on his shoe.

Gojo Satoru whose face stretched into an expression youve never seen the man make as he realized what you mean.

Gojo Satoru who snapped as you cursed him out.

Gojo Satoru whose foot made contact with your stomach, making your body lurch with every kick.

Gojo Satoru who smiled as he heard your cries and sobs.

Gojo Satoru who watched as you threw up everything the man fed you.

Gojo Satoru who watched you lay limp in your own vomit.

Gojo Satoru who squats down next to your head and kisses your hair line before whispering that hes incredibly sorry.

Gojo Satoru who smiled sweetly as your pained groans were heard from behind a makeshift gag from your underwear.

Gojo Satoru who wrapped your legs around his slim waist as he pounded into you.

Gojo Satoru who rubbed your clit harshly just to get you to clench around him.

Gojo Satoru who rubbed ointment into the large bruises on your stomach.

Gojo Satoru who said you could take it when you said its too big. too long.

Gojo Satoru who said he loved you more than he had the will to live.

Gojo satoru who knew you could never get away from him, never get rid of him.

guys this is my first time doing dead dove do not eat so if you have any tips PLEASE message me . i want to have more confidence in my writing .

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princessgojolover · 2 months

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Nanami Kento realises his grave mistake of pushing his wife away. He'll do anything and everything to get her back.

Ex husband!Nanami Kento x Reader

CW: NSFW, hate sex, Nanami being a piece of shit, mentions of divorce, angst with a happy ending, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), squirting, overstimulation, stalking if you squint, degradation, car sex, misogynistic undertones, coming from Nanami. (Not really in this part)

Part 1 of 3

wc: 1062

You’re not sure how things went wrong. You try to understand it all, as you lower yourself into the warm bath, with a glass of freshly poured wine in your hand. Eyeing the flickering candle across from you, the memories of your marriage with Nanami Kento come flooding back. The man who was once loving, doting and there for you became cold, neglectful and absent. When he first started to change, you brushed it off as a bad day at work, but a bad day became a bad week, which became bad months until you’d simply had enough. It was not what you had signed up for. While you take sips of the red wine that he had actually bought you as a last minute birthday gift, you reminisce on the beginning of your marriage. You remember how he promised to take care of you, how he promised to love and cherish you, until death do you apart. What a load of bullshit.

It was laughable how you’d even trusted his words and trusted that you could live happily ever after. But what was not so amusing was Nanami’s reaction to him finding divorce papers on his desk on a random Thursday evening. He didn’t even bother to fight for your love, he’d signed the papers and left them on the refrigerator, held down by a souvenir magnet from your honeymoon in Italy. All it did was remind you just how unempathetic the bastard really was, and how much of a fool you were to even say yes in the first place. You were a fool to give up on your career and to serve as a housewife for this man, just for him to come home late without notifying you, just for him to let the food that you’d spent hours cooking for him to get cold, just for him to forget your anniversary and, evidently, your existence. Nanami did not honour your sacrifices, instead, he took them for granted and so a divorce is where it got him. You’re at least happy that the divorce was smooth. Nanami had given you a lot of his money. It’s not like he needed it anyway. You’d moved out pretty quickly into your lonesome apartment, which was much different to the large mansion that you were living in with your ex husband. Once again, you were an attorney and a single woman, ready to live your life alone.

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While you seemed to be taking the separation better than most, Nanami, on the other hand, was starting to realise the error of his ways. When he’d come home from a long, treacherous day of fighting curses and dealing with annoying colleagues, such as Gojo Satoru, there was no warm welcome waiting for him. There was no warm food there for him. And there was no warm pussy ready for him to fuck. Everything was cold. The house was cold, but never as cold as Nanami was to his own wife. Kento sighed, taking off his shoes and his coat, hanging it up before he walked into the living room. The house was empty. There were no more pretty flowers or pictures of you both decorating the room. There wasn’t even a rug anymore. You had taken it into your new apartment when you moved out. A loud banging on the door brings Kento out of his thoughts. “Nanami! You forgot your stupid umbrella.” Gojo shouts through the letterbox.

“Fucking idiot..” Kento mumbles, turning around to open the door for his ‘friend’.

“How rude!” Gojo exclaims, laughing. He stops joking when he sees how dull the house actually looks. “What the hell happened here? The place looks like a horror movie setting.” Gojo jokes, pushing past Nanami.

“Idiot, get the hell out of my house.” He mumbles, watching as his friend takes his shoes off.

“This place needs a woman’s touch, Nanami.” Gojo states. “I guess you are really suffering without your ex wife.” He adds, his tone laced partly with pity and partly with worry.

“The house looks fine. And it’s none of your business. Idiot.” Kento lies. It was more than obvious that Gojo was right. The house was missing warmth, love and creativity ever since you’d left. There were no hot meals waiting for him and Nanami did not have the patience to cook for himself, the empty takeout boxes on the coffee table acting as evidence. “I’m staying for dinner.” Gojo decides, not giving Kento the chance to refuse. He only sighs, turning the TV on. “Just order something.” He tells Gojo, who is busy trying to turn the TV on. When he finally does, a reality TV show comes on, which definitely does not seem suited to Nanami’s tastes. “You watch this shit?” Gojo laughs.

“She usually watches it.” Gojo already knows who he is talking about.

“Well she used to.” Nanami sighs. The truth is, Nanami had not changed the channel since you’d left. He would just imagine you sitting on your shared sofa, playing with his blonde hair after he’d had a long day. He’s lost so much without even realising.

“You clearly miss her.” Satoru declares. Nanami looks up to meet his eyes. “You should call her. Ask her to meet for proper closure.” Gojo advises his colleague.

“I already got closure.” Kento states in return.

“Bullshit. Signing papers and agreeing on who takes what is definitely not closure. Did you even apologise to her? Did you even tell her how much she meant to you?” Gojo asks, starting to become annoyed. “You’re acting like you know everything again.” Kento starts to grow irritated.

“I do know everything. I especially know the feeling of regret.” Satoru affirms, putting the TV remote down. “If you don’t try then you’ll never get the chance to have what she gave you again. You’ll never get over it, meaning you won’t experience love like that again. And then you’ll just be a grumpy old fuck forever, and that’s no good for you or me.” He continues, joking on the last part. Nanami only sighs in response. He knows that his friend is right but he refuses to admit it. “Did you order yet?” He asks, hoping to change the topic. Although, he soon realises that he’d made a grave mistake. And he was going to try everything to fix it.

This is just a little teaser i guess for an upcoming short fic. Hope you like it.

#Nanami Kento x reader #nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #Divorce #Angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #Jujutsu kaisen #jjk #princessgojolover

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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[𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲] 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (Gojo Satoru/afab!Reader)

A/N: This was a 3AM scream into the void that I cleaned up for fun. I said I was gonna do Gojo smut and here we are. So I present to you: Gojo tortures himself for fun. Contains: Edging, Copious Amounts of Cum, Gojo Whining Like A Whore (: [1K]

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His eyes were so pretty like this.

Those brilliant, limitless blues are caught in a stupefying haze – glazed over and brimming with desperation.

Their depths had darkened with desire as Gojo stared up at your gorgeous body, moving atop his own in a steady, mind-numbingly pleasurable rhythm. He wanted to look away, hide his festering hunger and madness that was flooding into his being but simply couldn't. It would be a shame to miss even a second of the beauty he was witnessing. You were a vision so powerful and captivating it demanded to be seen. Every touch, every glance and noise from your lips captured the attention and held it hostage, leaving no room for wandering thoughts. Only you. You consumed the man’s mind entirely with your lovely body and soul. What did it matter, anyway? There was no need to think of anything else.

Just you and the sweet rolling of your hips.

Gojo's senses were on fire. Mind bordering on the sweet precipice of delirium and bliss. His hands fumbled to hold onto your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh to help you along on his aching cock. A blush seemed to envelop your body – tinting the skin a radiant, glowing pink. The imprints his fingers left behind told a story. Faint bruising, both healed and fresh, functioned as monuments to his continuous acts of desperation. No matter how many times you rode his cock, Gojo always ended up begging for more. He was positively insatiable. Always looking to prolong and endure more of your sweet torture.

Gojo moaned out a strangled curse, halting your movements. "S-Stop, stop, stop—" he breathed out, chest rising and falling as he attempted to regain control of his body. "I'm gonna cum, just stop — not yet, please."

With a voice so utterly fucked out of his mind and broken, how could you neglect such lovely begging?

“Of course, baby, we’ll slow down,” you whispered, grinding to a stop on top of him. Gojo whimpered at the loss of friction but babbled and mumbled a few frantic words of thanks, his voice faltering and stumbling over each syllable.

“T-Thank you, thank you, thank – y-you…” He could barely breathe, feeling your godly pussy tightening and relaxing around his cock. “I almost couldn’t hold it anymore,” Gojo said, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of your thighs even harder in an attempt to ground himself.

He looks at you with a clouded gaze as you tenderly brush his white locks back with your fingers. “Why do you torture yourself like this, Satoru…” The words came out of your mouth with such reverence as you committed the sight to memory. It was beautiful, the way Gojo panted and whimpered at each touch you were willing to give him, like a man starved for connection and love. Affection was the single most addicting substance in the world to him. And the fact that it came from you, an absolute goddess among men, made it taste even sweeter.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so –” Gojo moans, bucking his hips up into you. “So f-fucking b-beautiful.” He’s crumbling. You can see his resolve to drag this out breaking as he begins fucking you again.

You leaned forward, catching one of his shameless moans with your lips. A kiss to silence your needy, depraved boy for at least a few seconds. Gojo's cock twitched furiously within you, fighting the orgasm that was mere seconds away. If he came now, you would get off him and it would be over. Gojo couldn't have that – he was far too addicted to you to let that happen. Oh, but the craving he felt for you was unparalleled. He wanted it so badly. To paint your inner walls his colors and release his seed deep inside you. But not yet. It would be too soon. This was torture of his own design and delaying the inevitable would only make his release all the more satisfying.

Gojo thanked his lucky stars that you were willing to indulge this overwhelming need of his. There was just one problem: his body moved beyond his control, grinding up into your sweet cunt like a man possessed. Desire had truly taken hold of him. He couldn't help it. His cock chased after whatever friction it could get. Your walls contracted with each thrust, embracing his shaft like it belonged there, buried within you, pressing up against your cervix.

How was he supposed to stop fucking you when you felt so goddamn perfect?

You watched his eyes glaze over once more, a mantra of curses and pleas to stop tumbling from his lips. "N-no," he moaned out, glancing at his own, furiously thrusting hips. "F-Fuck, stop – I'm gonna—" Gojo was livid with himself. Fuming at his lack of self-control. He had begged you to stop and you had so graciously granted his wish, but here he was fucking himself into you like a mindless beast. You were so good to him and he couldn't stop.

A desperate, moaning wail spilled from his perfect lips as his cock began convulsing furiously within your tight pussy. You felt his release splatter against your walls, cock pulsing with each spurt and thrust. Gojo's eyes rolled back as he came, his head flopping down on the pillow behind him as his body began to writhe and shake beneath you. Even that wasn’t enough for him to stop moving, though. He bit his own lips in an attempt to silence his blissful cries. A valiant but ultimately futile attempt: every wave of release made him wail and sob in pleasure. He'd waited so long to cum. Now he couldn't stop. Pearly white seed slipped down the side of his cock as he continued to ride the high, coating the part where your bodies joined in slick. The sound of your bodies grinding into each other covered in cum was enough to drive anyone crazy. Even so, Gojo wasn't done. You were full, stuffed to the brim with his cum, but he had more to give, spilling over onto his abdomen and your perfectly bruised thighs.

When he'd finally drained his balls into your complete, the mess was immense, sticking to your bodies and dripping from your hole onto the sheets.

"I'm sorry –" Gojo panted out the apology. "Can we go again? Please, I need more. Just one more time."

One more time, he said. You both knew that was a lie.

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

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th3secr3th1story · 11 months

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can you do one of geto and gojo when they say i love you for the first time??

gojo and geto saying "i love you" for the first time

of course, thank you for the request, anon! and whewww sorry for being mia but im back (hopefully.)

warnings: none, just fluff! some angst in gojo's if you squint?

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gojo

he had to physically restrain himself from saying it after just a month of dating. it was a struggle.

he didn't want to rush you or make you feel like your relationship was on full blast, but he was so smitten! he knew he loved you practically right away.

he wanted to save it for the right moment, maybe after a romantic outing at your favorite restaurant, but it slipped out during one of your fights after you caught him neglecting his well-being yet again.

"my god, satoru, you're not listening to me, i swear," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

you weren't sure how long the two of you had been fighting, but you were so tired, just wanting to get your point across and go to bed. however, you couldn't see that happening anytime soon, as gojo wasn't even trying to acknowledge what you were saying.

"really? because i think my ears are working just fine. and it sounds like you want me to quit," he retorted, hands on his hips as he looked over at you.

you knew he was sensitive about the topic of overworking, but there was only so much you could ignore before stepping in.

"i'm not saying i want you to stop going on missions! we're both sorcerers, for fuck's sake. it's our job. i'm just asking you to be more careful. you're relying too much on your infinity and you're barely taking care of yourself," you breathed, trying to keep your tone even and measured.

you pressed on, more softly this time, "did you really think i wouldn't notice your eye bags or the fact that sometimes you don't come home until 2 in the morning covered in god knows what?"

"that's not true! why do you have no faith in me?" you didn't think it was possible for your fist to clench anymore without either breaking it or throwing it at gojo's face.

"why can't you see how terrified i am? it's only a matter of time before you don't come home, satoru."

gojo's words died in his throat, finally catching sight of the fear and dread in your eyes. his heart tightened a little.

"i love you too much to let anything like that happen to me, baby."

"i know, but- wait, what?"

he walked up to you, placing his hands on both sides of your waist, pulling you into him.

"you heard me. i love you so much, baby. you're everything to me. i understand what you're saying now."

you placed your hands on his chest, the entire fight forgotten with just those three words.

"i love you too, satoru."

gojo pulled you in tighter, afraid that if he let go you'd take those words right back.

"say it again. please?" he asked.

"i love you so much," you smiled, half-whispering.

gojo moved one of his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

"so...are you still mad at me?" he quipped, smiling softly.

"this is a nice moment. let's not ruin it."

geto

similar to gojo, he also wanted to find the right time to say it. but unlike the other, geto can actually wait for the perfect moment.

it took him a little longer to come to terms with his feelings for you due to his fear of vulnerability, but once he realized how deeply he loved you it was practically the only thing on his mind.

you and geto had slept in longer than usual that morning, seeing that it was a saturday.

"baby, wake up," he whispered, trailing soft kisses down your neck, pulling your back into his chest tighter. he had successfully convinced you to spend the night at his place (although, you hadn't resisted at all).

"nooo," you whined, melting into his embrace. "it's saturday, we can just stay here all day!"

"i was going to take you to that one cafe you love down the street, but i guess this works, too."

you huffed. "why do you hate me?"

after a nice breakfast spent over pastries and coffee, geto walked with you down the street to your favorite bookstore, letting you pick out a few novels to bring home. he paid, of course.

now, the two of you were seated together on the couch, your legs straddling his waist as you played with his soft hair. his hands held onto your hips, somehow pulling you in closer with each passing minute.

you noticed how his breath kept catching in his throat. "are you okay, suguru? something you want to talk about?"

finally, with a mix of courage and fear, geto took a deep breath and whispered in a soft tone, "you are the most important person to me."

"above satoru? i'm honored," you chuckled, hoping to distill some of his fear.

he merely smiled, continuing on with his speech.

"i've always been scared of opening up. i mean, of course, i have satoru and shoko, but vulnerability was never something that came easy to me," he spoke, a light blush dusting his cheeks at those last words.

you listened attentively, taking in everything he was saying, noticing how he was struggling to get his thoughts out. you gently stroked his neck, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking.

"but with you, it's different. i've always been drawn to your presence. this feeling i have, it's confusing and so complex, but absolutely undeniable."

he paused momentarily, perhaps bracing the both of you for his next words.

"i love you, y/n. you don't have to feel the same way, and you also don't have to respond right now, but i needed to tell you."

you cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

"i love you too, baby. more than you'll ever know," you whispered, the impact of his confession clear in your expression.

he (somehow) pulled you even further into his embrace, a hand coming up to the back of your head to rest it on his shoulder as he buried his own in your neck.

"move in with me?"

"huh??" you gaped, pulling yourself away from his neck to look into his eyes, seeing only sincerity and adoration.

"baby, you basically already live here. this would just make it official. what do you think?"

"...of course."

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roaron · 1 year

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He cheats on you.. (FT. GOJO SATORU)

Character - (Gojo Satoru)

Genre - (Angst)

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You and Gojo has always had a very on and off relationship. With him constantly being away on missions, and you being left alone at home. You always trusted that he’d come back, and he did. He always came back to you, often tired and melancholy, but at least he came back.

You understood why Gojo was always tired. You understood how much pressure he was constantly under. But that didn’t stop you from wanting him to pay even a smidge of attention to you. You didn’t want to be selfish and back him into a corner, forcing him to treat you as you wished. In his tired and desperate state.

When he often came home, he’d see you fast asleep in bed with his shirt on, hugging it tight. A sight that would make him giddy and flustered at the start of your relationship. Now he just looks at you like you’re a stranger. He just wants his shirt back.

You tried to dress up for him and make dates for the two of you, but he never attended any. He always said he was busy. Busy with work, and teaching, and all kinds of things. When you brought it up to him that you felt quite unloved and neglected, he scoffed at you and went on a rant about how you had no idea what he was going though.

That’s when it began. He would lay in bed beside you on his phone. Notifications constantly popping up. A smile resting on his face as he scanned through the messages.

He would look forward to his phone. Whoever was on the other side must be a close friend. You thought. Until one day you were looking out your window and you saw Gojo approaching the house with another woman. Her flashing smile and doe eyes fixed on him. Then their lips met in a kiss and she turned around and made her way back wherever she came.

That wasn’t even what hurt the most. It was his face. That smile he promised was only reserved for you, he had handed to another woman. His cheeks dusted pink and his fingers fidgety.

The second she disappeared, his cold demeanour returned. Just for you. Because that’s all you’re worth after all. He walks through the front door and pays you no mind. He heads straight to the kitchen and checks for any food you might have made him. When he turns up empty handed he grunts and pulls out his phone.

A call begins and the stranger picks up almost immediately. He offers to take them to dinner and they agree, an obvious happy tone lacing their voice. The contrary to how you were feeling. You were just a bystander. Watching it all unfold in front of you.

You walked up to your boyfriend, eyes glossy and lips quivering.

“are you cheating on me ?” you say bluntly.

He doesn’t even respond. He only walks out the door and closes it firmly behind him, call still ongoing. You both know the answer.

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𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Where suguru geto founds himself deeply enamored with satoru's non-sorcerer sister to the point of obsession. ╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Confusing Bullshit, Foul Language, Manipulation, Gojo Tolerating Murder, Gojo being a siscon. ╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Non-sorcerer! Reader ╰┈➤𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

•───癖好───•

SATORU GLANCED AT HIS wristwatch, feeling a surge of annoyance coursing through him as he realized that [Name] had yet to emerge. A solid half-hour had elapsed, and yet there was no sign of her.

'Where the hell is that girl?'

The facade of a smile that he had worn and the insincere greetings he had offered to unfamiliar faces had drained him. He then decided to just go in [Name]'s room, ignoring the people who tried to strike a conversation with him and ignoring his family's scoldings.

As he ventured towards the area where her room resides in, a deep sigh escaped Satoru's lips. Unlike the neighboring rooms, which were conveniently located, her dwelling offered seclusion and distance from others.

As he neared the hallway that led to her quarters, a subtle scent of blood infiltrated his nostrils, causing his brows to furrow instinctively. Perhaps she was experiencing her menstrual cycle?? and maybe she neglected to clean up?? but this particular aroma was distinct from the smell of the metallic and coppery tinge associated with menstrual blood though.

(Don't ask him why he knows how period blood smells)

Though, why,? why did he detect the unmistakable scent of blood in this vicinity? With a sense of trepidation, Satoru moved closer to her door, and the repugnant odor grew exponentially more potent.

"[Name]?" he called out, hearing some faint sound of hitting something.

"The main event's gonna start in an hour, hurry up f'me, 'kay? I'm tired of meetin' and greetin' those shitty people" satoru said bluntly and loudly but he didn't receive any response.

His brows slightly furrowed.

"[Name]?" he called out again.

But like before, she didn't respond. This wasn't like [Name] and satoru was getting worried.

Forgoing the traditional courtesy of knocking, he forcefully swung open the door, and his blue eyes widened at the horrifying sight that awaited him; blood splatters adorned the walls and coated the floor.

What. The. Fuck.

Satoru was flabbergasted.

[Name]'s dress were messy, her hair was dishevelled and she was covered in blood from head to toe as she relentlessly punched the lifeless body in front of her. The intense force of her blows had caused her knuckles to appear disfigured, as if the skin had melted away. The Phalangeal bones were now exposed, glistening with a mixture of her own blood and that of her father's. (Though, satoru still doesn't know who the corpse was)

Drops of sweat mingled with the crimson liquid as they trickled down her trembling figure. Satoru, observing the scene, was shocked by the sight of his sister wearing such a deranged expression, consumed by an overwhelming wave of fury.

"[Name].." he whispered.

This individual before Satoru did not resemble his younger sister in any way. Instead, this woman appeared to be completely deranged. However, there was no denying the fact that she was indeed his little sister. She had clearly reached her breaking point. Satoru was not accustomed to this behavior. She was always calm. So laid back and rarely gives a fuck... but now... She looked to be in rage.

Finally, satoru snapped out of his dumbfounded state.

"[Name], stop it, brother's here now, no need to be violent,"

Satoru quickly rushed towards her, immediately pulling her by the waist, and away from the lifeless body of their father.

"Calm down, [Name], your satoru is here..." he breathed out as he tightened his grip on her and buried his head on her shoulders.

However, [Name] struggled fiercely in his grip, kicking and thrashing about in a wild manner, [Name] doesn't even care that she was hurting satoru and was dedicated in solely destroying that abomination of a father.

"Let me go. I'll kill him. I swear, I'll kill him!!" She clenched her jaw.

Ah, so the corpse was a man then. Satoru noted, trying to keep calm. He can hear that her words were filled with such madness that it was as if she had completely lost her sanity.

"Fuck off, Gojo Satoru. You know nothing. I'm gonna fucking kill him." [Name] stated coldly and satoru winced when she called him by her full name.

"Look, [Name], he's already dead, so stop fucking around and calm the fuck down." satoru retorted.

"Fuck off, Satoru. Let me go. I am going to murder him."

She continued to flail around pathetically, and unfortunately for satoru, limitless isn't working because he was Technically holding her, thus, meaning that she could punch him.

"That hurts."

he said as he had endured a painful punch to his jaw. In that moment, he could even see the movement of her bones within her hand, for her flesh on her hands had almost melted away from her relentless punching of the corpse.

"Calm the fuck down-" Satoru tried to say but [Name] elbowed him in the gut, making him grunt.

"Damn it, Snap out of it, lady!" Satoru finally snapped, hugging [Name] more tightly and forcibly pulling her away from inflicting further harm upon the lifeless body.

"Shut the fuck up [Name], stop moving!"

The corpse lay before them, drenched in blood, its face barely recognizable, with only raw flesh remaining in place of skin.

"Who the hell even is that?" he grumbled, trying to regain his composure.

"I'll kill him, I'll kill him..." she repeated persistently, her eyes now welled up with tears as they streamed down her face. Satoru buried his face into the nape of her neck, even though it had many blood but he attempted to console her.

"He's already dead, calm down," Satoru reassured her, not giving any importance to the deceased person. [Name] stiffened and satoru continued.

"He's dead already girl, look." he urged her to look at the corpse.

"Dead as hell, look at him sis, disfigured and everythin', and you're the one who did it,"

By the way satoru was speaking, it was obvious that he was somewhat amazed that his sister had managed to take someone's life.

"See? He's not moving at all, you already killed him, pretty girl." satoru said and he couldn't help but acknowledge that her methods may have been excessively brutal. Nonetheless, it was clear that the person had done something to provoke her reaction, as [Name] wouldn't have snapped without any reason. She was always calm, patient and laid back after all and she was mostly apathetic. But... Something probably caused her to snap.

This was precisely why Satoru intervened-to prevent her from descending into madness. He doesn't care that [Name] killed a person. If she was on the right state right now then he wouldn't have interfered and let him murder the shit out of that man. But no, she was on a delusional state. And was obviously relying on instincts right now.

"See, beautiful?" Satoru gently coaxed and [Name] nodded.

"You should calm down"

"He is already dead, he is dead, you know, dead like the protagonist of your favorite book..." he repeated gently, observing how she gradually ceased her violent struggles within his grip.

Even though her punch had caused him pain, he knew that her current state of mind was not in the right place. She was likely still trapped within her delusional state.

"He's dead now," Satoru reiterated once again, taking a moment to wipe away her tears and some of the blood staining her face. "So calm down f'me, 'kay?" he murmurs.

"Take a deep breath, [Name]," Satoru said, placing a hand on her blood-smudged cheek and tenderly stroking it, not caring that his hand was getting smeared with blood.

"That's it... sweetie... breathe," he requested softly, noticing that she was slowly starting to calm down.

"Inhale and exhale..."

Satoru's gaze shifted towards [Name], noticing a gradual reduction in her distress. "mmm, yeah, just like that. Breathe, imouto..."

In an attempt to establish a closer connection, he gently tilted her head, bringing their faces level with one another.

"You've been through some things ain't you?"

As he observed her tear-stained face, he couldn't help but notice the blood that had splattered across her body, some of which had also tainted his formal suit.

"Yes..." she replied, panting heavily.

[Name], seeking solace, enveloped Satoru in an embrace, burying her head in the safety of his chest, her breath gradually returning to a more steady rhythm.

"Been through a lot of bullshit."

Her hand involuntarily twitched, a consequence of the excruciating pain caused by the melted skin on her knuckles.

'All because you are late.' She added mentally as her jaw locked.

Trying to make sense of the distressing scene, Satoru's eyes gravitated towards the disfigured and unrecognizable remains of their father, which lay discarded in a corner of [Name]'s room. The overpowering stench of blood permeated the air, rendering it nearly impossible to ignore and evoking feelings of repulsion.

"What happened, darlin'?" he questioned.

[Name] scoffed dismissively as she started recounting her traumatic experience to Satoru. Her words flowed out without any hint of emotion, as if she was reciting a script.

"I killed him," she stated matter-of-factly, her voice devoid of any remorse.

"I gouged his eyes out, stabbed him in the eye with a hairpin, and Attacked him with a chair and my fists." [Name]'s eyes lacked any spark, resembling the lifeless gaze of a doll.

"Brutal," he murmurs, feeling proud of [Name] for being able to do such things without even having a cursed energy.

"It started when i was preparing for the party," she added

"Then Otou-sama entered my room," she muttered

Satoru's eye twitched as his expression turned into a mix of confusion and anger. He whispered in disbelief, questioning,

"That's the geezer?" He gazed at the lifeless body and then at [Name].

"He touched me, Satoru." she mumbled, her once vibrant [E/c] eyes now clouded with desolation. Satoru felt a chill run down his spine as his ocean blue eyes widened and a visible vein appeared on his forehead. Attempting to comprehend the gravity of the situation, his face darkened, and an icy aura enveloped the room. A pulsating vein throbbed on Satoru's neck as he tightened his hold on his sister.

"He touched you..." satoru repeated.

[Name] nodded.

"He tried to rape me, Satoru," she confessed, raising her head slightly to meet his gaze, which remained silent and motionless. Satoru's immobility was hauntingly unsettling given the circumstances. He was scarily stagnant.

"He said that it was my fault, and that i was begging for it and i was showing myself off like some whore," she shared, her gaze now averted.

"Surely, it is only natural for me to defend myself, right? right? right, Satoru?" [Name] pleaded, her eyes silently begging for understanding and validation. Sighing softly, Satoru gently removed [Name]'s hand from his body, grasping it delicately in his own.

"Yes...he deserved it," Satoru murmured softly, not daring to break eye contact with her.

"Look at what happened to your beautiful hands, they are now scarred...you should have allowed me to take care of it," he expressed, a subtle sense of pride concealed beneath his words. He embraced [Name]'s act of parricide, seeing it as a testament to her strength and ability to protect herself. However, his worry for her well-being persisted.

As Satoru surveyed the sight of exposed bones and blood on [Name]'s fingers, he repeated his conviction.

"He deserved it," he reinforced,

"He deserved it." Repeating this assertion, Satoru cupped [Name]'s face tenderly, emphasizing that the deceased had deliberately presented himself as an object of scorn and derision.

"He showed himself off to you like he was some training dummy, ready to be pummeled," he said.

"And obviously, you couldn't resist it. What on earth was he even wearing?" he inquired, a slight laughter escaping his lips.

"Either way,"

"He was definitely asking for it."

Caressing his sister's face gently, satoru let out a small sigh as he looked at [Name]. Blood stains were present on his fingers, and his clothing absorbed the liquid that had come into contact with him when he was hugging his sister. The fabric greedily absorbed the blood, resembling a parched leech desperately craving sustenance and drawing it in.

"Let's clean up this mess before anyone lays their pesky eyes on it, yeah?" stated Satoru, his face twisted in a mixture of revulsion and disdain as he glanced at the lifeless body. This repugnant individual and pathetic excuse of a father harbored the audacity to covet his own daughter, thus deserving the fate that befell him. Satoru's seething anger extended to their abusive father, whom he yearned to subject to torturous punishment for his heinous actions.

"Let's keep this a secret, i'm proud of you, [Name]."

[Name] remained silent for a moment, agreeing with a nod that they should clean up the mess. However, [Name] looked at Satoru with a puzzled expression, her face devoid of any emotion.

"You don't care at all"

[Name] blurted out randomly, causing Satoru to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What?"

"You don't care at all."

[Name] bit her lip.

"No, i do care for you." Satoru asserted, his warm breath caressing her cheek, causing a shiver to run down her spine as he leaned close to her, making her flinch visibly.

"Like, a lot." He added, pretending to not notice her discomfort and she shook her head, dissatisfied with his interpretation as she pulled back a little and tried to put distance between them. She didn't meant it that way, she meant that he does not care that she had killed their own father.

"That's not what I meant,"

She had not expected such a reaction from Satoru, nor did she anticipate him taking pride in her actions of killing someone, especially their own father. [Name] was aware of Satoru's disdain towards their family, but his nonchalant attitude towards murder unsettled her for inexplicable reasons. It made him appear... Insane.

Certainly, without fail, Satoru would constantly affirm his willingness to obliterate their entire clan solely for her sake. However, [Name] always viewed this declaration as mere jest, which allowed her to engage in conversations about murder with him in a carefree manner, even exchanging playful remarks... But from how satoru was acting right now, it seems like he's serious about it.... And all those death threat was probably serious too. He's the strongest, and he can wipe their entire clan out, and he probably will too.

"You've misunderstood my words..." she mumbled, [E/c] eyes narrowing slightly.

"Then," Satoru began.

"Why?"

"You don't understand..." [Name] conveyed again, her tone carrying a hint of severity, while her gaze grew sharper, indicating her mounting worry. In return, Satoru mirrored her expression of confusion, unable to grasp the full significance of the current circumstance.

"I killed Otou-sama." [Name] said, her fingers covered in a deep shade of red liquid. As she tried to contain her emotions, her quivering hand formed a firm grip, resulting in her nails penetrating the already swollen skin of her palm. This infliction left behind visible evidence of the immense torment and anguish she was enduring.

"And you don't even seem to care," she continued, her voice filled with a hint of disbelief. Satoru responded with an exaggerated gesture of rolling his eyes, expressing his indifference as he placed a hand on his hip sassily. With a grave demeanor, he confidently declared,

"He absolutely deserved it, i mean, he tried to take advantage of you." Satoru's ocean blue eyes narrowed and grew more concentrated, while his jaw clenched with a hint of restraint.

"Don't you try and make an excuse for what he has done, i know how your mind works girl. Don't be guilty." Satoru stated seriously.

[Name] was filled with confusion.

"Me? Guilty?"

She expressed disbelief by shaking her head, strongly denying any sense of guilt.

"No i do not feel guilty," she uttered softly.

"Not even a little bit."

[Name] confidently affirmed. Though, At first, she had anticipated a tumultuous emotional reaction, expecting to break down after committing the act of killing her father. However, to her surprise, she found herself maintaining a calm and emotionless state-she doesn't care and felt nothing about it. There was a profound emptiness within her, completely void of any feelings of regret, satisfaction, or any other emotion for that matter. She felt as though she were an empty cocoon, hollow and without any substance.

Satoru let out a sigh of frustration, his breath escaping in a visible cloud of discontent. He extended his hand, pointing it towards the motionless body as he summoned some sort of bluish flame that swiftly engulfed the ugly coprse.

Observing this gruesome spectacle, [Name] winced and her face contorted in sheer disgust, her eyebrows knitting together in an expression of repulsion. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight as the flames relentlessly consumed the corpse, revealing the grotesque bones beneath the blistering and melting skin. The process felt unbearably long, although in reality, it only took a mere 12 seconds for the lifeless remains to turn into ashes.

Standing upright, Satoru began unbuttoning his suit, peeling it off his body and tossing it into the fire nonchalantly, leaving him in only a tank top that pretty much looked tight because it's showing off his biceps, chest and abs, though, it was obvious that his actions were driven by the presence of bloodstains in his suit.

However, before he could proceed to unbuckle his belt, [Name] impeded his progress, her intervention leaving her visibly bewildered.

"What on earth are you doing?" [Name] inquired, her voice laced with bewilderment and a touch of disbelief, However, a notable sense of fear was evident in her voice as she visibly recoiled upon witnessing his actions. A lump promptly developed in her throat, causing her to gulp heavily, while her fingers instinctively curled against her palms once again.

"Don't you fucking dare... what the hell are you doing?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in a tense and trembling voice, her eyes widening with a palpable feeling of apprehension.

Satoru rolled his eyes, his hands still resting on his belt, as he casually replied, not noticing the fear in her voice and her tense body language

"Obviously, I'm burning the clothes. And you should consider taking off your dress too, so we can get rid of the blood and avoid any potential trouble.

[Name] was taken aback by Satoru's words, causing her [E/c] eyes to widen with a mixture of fear and anger-all the calmness and emptiness in her slowly leaving her.

This response mirrored the way she felt when her father attempted to sexually assault her, evoking deep-seated memories of that traumatic event. The proposition of removing her dress was met with an immediate refusal. No fucking way would she take it off.

Despite recognizing the importance of destroying her clothes to erase any evidence of her father's murder and enhance her chances of evading detection, she found herself unable to comply.

What if satoru tries to assault her too? What if satoru-, no... Satoru would never.

She reminded herself.

Raising an eyebrow, Satoru's unwavering stare remained locked on [Name].

"Why aren't you taking it off?" he asked nonchalantly, his tone betraying the intensity of his gaze.

"You nervous or something?"

" I've seen you naked countless times, and we've even showered together like 20 times, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Embarrassment washed over [Name] like a sudden wave, instantly coloring her cheeks in a vibrant shade of crimson and a sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the blood as her blood ran cold at his words.

"Shut up!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration, and cracking slightly with undeniable fear. "This is different! We were just kids back then!" she said, her jaw set tight and her brows drawing together. Satoru continued to observe her, feeling confused.

"So? Does that change anything?" he asked dumbly, his voice dripping with nonchalance, seemingly unfazed by the idea of undressing in front of his sister. ,

"Yes, it does!" she stated assertively, her voice carrying an undeniable conviction-She doesn't want to see him like that, she wouldn't have mind it if the incident with that pig didn't happen, but no, it happened. And [Name] doesn't want to do anything with men for now.

Although she is unsure of the reason behind it, there is a nagging feeling inside her that suggests Satoru might try to take advantage of her just like her father did. And she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Because...

Satoru is the strongest.

However, she strongly believes that Satoru would never harm her in any way and that he would always be there to shield her from any harm. Nevertheless, her perspective shifted after the incident involving her father, causing her to no longer perceive Satoru's actions as purely platonic and sibling affection. His affectionate words of calling her pretty, hugging her, didn't made her feel comfort like it usually does... now... it sent shivers down her spine and evoke a repulsive sensation on her skin.

•───癖好───•

Suguru tapped on his cheek while gazing out the window, with a pencil in his hand. The darkness of night enveloped the surroundings, amplifying the sense of tranquility in the air.

As it was summer break, Suguru found himself with a surplus of free time and a lack of activities to engage in.

Directing his attention downwards, Suguru observed the soft glow of the light in his lamp illuminating the paper on which he was engrossed in writing a poem. It was a mere preliminary sketch, as he planned to embellish it further with the finesse of calligraphy and a fountain pen.

Succumbing to boredom, Suguru allowed his mind to wander and began to doodle on the upper portion of the paper. Upon completing the impromptu artwork, he tilted his head in introspection, realizing that the features he had unintentionally drawn bore a striking resemblance to someone he had encountered in the past.

A sense of curiosity washed over Suguru as he feverishly attempted to recall the identity of this mysterious figure. In a sudden moment of clarity, it dawned upon him-the idiosyncratic girl. Deep in contemplation, he pondered how she must be faring at present, and he hoped that she was doing well, after all, she's pretty nice, and he respected nice people!

Another thing, is that Suguru had refrained from seeking confirmation from Satoru if she really was his sister or cousin. After all, satoru surely wouldn't hide it from him if he had siblings, would he?

Reflecting upon his interactions with the idiosyncratic girl, Suguru fondly remembered the sweets she had gifted him. These treats had a distinct flavor, not overly saccharine like typical candies. Although he harbored no disdain for sugary confections, Suguru simply preferred a more mild sweetness. Comparatively, the taste of curses, the malicious forces he encountered in his line of work, resembled nothing short of a repulsive rag used to clean up vomit.

Another thing, is that suguru kept the bloodstained handkerchied with him.

Despite having the option to clean or discard the bloodstained handkerchief he used to wipe the blood from her lips, he inexplicably chose to hold onto it.

"I wonder how Gojo-san is doing..."

Suguru softly murmured to himself, questioning the well-being of [Name] while he resumed his drawing. He then skillfully added intricate details to the drawing-from the curve of her neck, the smoothness of her eyelids, and even the subtle nuances in her eyes and her eyelashes.

A soft hum of satisfaction escaped his lips as he finally finished the drawing. It was a detailed drawing of that idiosyncratic girl he was intrigued about; Gojo [Name].

Suguru then rose from his chair, letting out a sleepy yawn. And instead of crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trashcan as he normally would, Suguru's actions took an unexpected turn. He retrieved a pin and carefully affixed the drawing of [Name] to his pinboard, the very place where he stored his daily schedules, important activities, and cherished memories-like the photograph of him and Satoru.

•───癖好───•

ATTEMPTING TO MASK HER uneasiness, [Name] made an effort to try to look calm, she mustered up a smile upon meeting the guests, yet she was combating an overwhelming nauseous sensation. Evidently, it appeared that these particular individuals were oblivious to the notion of maintaining proper boundaries when it comes to personal space. The Gojo clan's non-sorcerer member was constantly subjected to unwanted attention, as the guests repeatedly touched her as if they haven't seen a non-sorcerer their whole life. However, satoru being the very normal and protective (overbearing) brother he was, shooed them away.

They were currently positioned in the heart of the party where a wide array of delicious food was laid out. The atmosphere hummed with conversations among the crowd, some of whom attempted to approach them, only to be dismissed by Satoru once again. Immersed in vibrant and loud music and surrounded by culinary delights from both Western, Eastern cuisines and many more.

Though, It was evident that the appearance of a non-sorcerer among the esteemed Gojo clan astonished each guest, yet they hesitated to voice their thoughts, presumably out of fear because the holder of the six eyes and limitless is there.

[Name] felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort due to the constant and unwelcome physical contact she was subjected to. She yearned for nothing more than to free herself from this distressing situation. Her hurried application of makeup was apparent as her eyeliner had smudged slightly, and due to lack of time, she hadn't been able to add glitter to her eyeshadow.

Additionally, her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, lacking any semblance of styling and appearing untidy. For her outfit, she had chosen a plain white corset embellished with intricate designs, which she had coordinated with a blazer and a white skirt.

To conceal the melted skin on her knuckles, she had slipped on a pair of gloves, ensuring her injured hands remained discreet. Luckily, Satoru managed to tend to all of her wounds fastly and got rid of all the evidence of the murder.

As a result, [Name] finds herself somewhat relieved, as the possibility of being apprehended diminishes. bandages were wrapped around her hands prior to wearing the gentle, protective gloves, providing an additional safeguard against infection for the wounds.

Though, despite [Name]'s efforts, doubt lingered in her mind, questioning if her overall appearance was truly presentable. To make matters worse, the memory of her recent act of killing her own father haunted her. It had taken place mere moments ago, leaving a disturbingly vivid imprint in her mind.

And to make matters worse, Satoru has his hand positioned his hand on her waist, his digits caressing her skin, leading to an unpleasant sensation that sent a chilling shiver down her spine.

In an attempt to regain her composure, she swallowed hard, suppressing the growing lump in her throat, all the while feeling tiny droplets of sweat forming on her forehead.

Satoru noticed her obvious unease and he leaned closer, his voice now a hushed murmur against [Name]'s ear.

"[Name],"

The sound of her own name escaping his lips sent anotuer chilling sensation down her spine, causing her body to instinctively react with a surge of tension. Every muscle in her body involuntarily tightened and she could feel her heart beating so fast.

"You okay?" he inquired, his breath gently caressing her delicate complexion, resulting in a slight flinch. Feeling a surge of discomfort, [Name] winced as she found herself engulfed by a wave of emotions due to Satoru's close presence.

"I'm fine... Just feeling anxious," she managed to say. Although she indeed felt anxious about the possibility of embarrassing herself, her greatest fear revolved around Satoru's excessively affectionate conduct. Previously, his touch had provided her solace and comfort, but presently, it evoked a profound discomfort in her.

"Don't be anxious," Satoru's gentle murmur resonated in the air, prompting a slight drooping of her shoulders and a puzzled knitting of her brows.

"I'm here and I'll protect you..." he assured her.

"I suppose that you're right..." she acknowledged.

"I shouldn't.." she added. Overwhelmed with thoughts and concerns, she realized that there was no need for excessive worry.

"You're here with me and you'll protect me, yeah?" she repeated satoru's previous words while satoru nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah!"

Satoru plucked a piece of mochi, and popped it on his mouth, relishing its delectable taste and swallowed. He then took another one and extended it towards [Name] with a grin, encouraging her to try it. "Y'should try this pretty girl, it's tasty"

[Name]'s eyes went downwards towards satoru's hand on her waist again before she responded with a strained smile and agreed, "Okay... I'll give it a taste." However, just as she reached for the mochi, Satoru impulsively took a bite out of it, before taking another bite. "Just makin' sure that it isn't poisoned"

He delighted in the taste once again, finally gulping down the entire mochi. [Name] gawked, feeling a sense of offense at his actions.

"Satoru!" she whined, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation.

"Safe. 'ts not poisoned." Satoru acknowledged with approval, before grabbing another mochi and delicately placing it in the corner of [Name]'s mouth.

"Open up," Satoru urged gently,

"let me take care of ya." He flashed her a charming smile, though , for some reasons, it creeped her out. [Name] shot him a piercing glare, fully aware that Satoru was obsessed on the idea of being the one to look after her. The situation felt unsettling, evoking a sense of creepiness that she couldn't quite shake off.

[Name] pried apart her lips, allowing Satoru to place the delectable mochi within her mouth. Almost instantaneously, she began to masticate on the soft rice cake, savoring its texture and flavor, before swallowing it down her throat.

"Good girl." Satoru said as if [Name] is a child.

[Name] chose to ignore that and her [E/c] eyes then veered downwards, tracing the path of his hands, which remained securely positioned on her waist.

"Satoru... i think that you should-" She started expressing her unease, on the verge of proposing that Satoru release his grip on her, but just as she was about to complete her statement, an individual abruptly intervened, silencing her mid-sentence.

"[NAME]-CHAN!! MY LITTLE STARLING POOKIE DOOKIE WOOKIE BEAR!!!" an excited voice from a woman exclaimed with great enthusiasm, a woman that is tall, probably around 6'2 (187 cm) was beaming at [Name]. She had long white hair that is let loose and it goes down her waist. Her eyes were dark, just like two pools of ink, a contrast to her complexion that is quite pale.

Her attire consisted of a sleeveless cropped top in a black shade, accentuated by a belly chain and the exposed skin she has revealed some battle scars and some tattoos. Completing her ensemble, she wore a pair of black colored ripped jeans, perfectly cinched with a stylish belt. The heeled combat boots she had on added a touch of edginess to her overall appearance. (Yes, all black and gothic) Notably, she had a belt adorned with additional straps that secured a katana. And compare to all the other guests who is dressed formally, this woman was dressed as if she had just emerged from a war.

And this very familiar woman seemed to annoy satoru.

"Taiyohime."

Satoru exclaimed, hostility evident in his voice as his previous mood immediately changing and his eye twitched when [Name] was unexpectedly seized by her forearm and fot dragged away from him. [Name] emitted a surprised yelp, taken aback as she suddenly found herself embraced in a comforting, affectionate hug, with her face inadvertently nestled within Taiyohime's boobs.

"T-taiyohime-nee?" [Name] exhaled, attempting to distance herself from Taiyohime's ample bosom. Gazing upwards towards Taiyohime, she found solace in her gentle caress, a stark contrast to the discomfort she experienced whenever being touched by Satoru (at the moment) or by anyone else.

"The one and only!" Taiyohime exclaimed joyfully upon hearing [Name] mention her name. she hugged [Name] even tighter, causing [Name] to wince slightly due to the force while satoru glared at them.

Ignoring satoru's disapproving look, Taiyohime beamed and asked,

"Mmmh...Missed y'so much..! [Name]-chan!" With an exaggerated and dramatic sniff, Taiyohime pressed her face against [Name]'s cheeks, her grip around [Name] tightening all the while.

Satoru's expression shifted towards annoyance as he directed a glare at the two women, questioning Taiyohime's sudden presence.

"Why are you here...?"

However, Taiyohime paid no attention to Satoru's irritation and instead kept her entire focus solely on [Name].

"Did you miss me? [Name]-chan?"

"Yeah. I missed you... It's been years."

[Name] responded with a smile, In that moment, all the previous uneasiness vanished from [Name]'s mind as they focused solely on her cherished reunion with Taiyohime.

"Aww!!! I missed you too!"

With delight painted across her face, Taiyohime reveled in [Name]'s affectionate embrace, using the opportunity to taunt satoru with a smug gaze. She winked at satoru, her grin filled with mockery towards satoru, as if saying; 'Your sister is mine now.'

A wave of irritation washed over Satoru as his eye twitched with annoyance, resulting in a scowl forming on his countenance as he stared at taiyohime angrily.

"You are so cute, [Name]!"

Taiyohime's voice was filled with girlish excitement as she couldn't contain her admiration for [Name], Her words were accompanied by her hands squeezing [Name]'s cheek. [Name], feeling a slight discomfort, let out a small whine.

"Taiyohime-nee, don't do that."

Taiyohime shrugged but released her grip on [Name]'s cheeks.

"Sorry, starling, I just can't help it! You are just so cute..."

"unlike some certain individuals here..." Taiyohime's eyes narrowed with a tinge of disdain as she shifted her gaze in Satoru's direction, subtly directing her dissatisfaction towards him.

"I'm flattered then." [Name] stated with a smile, not noticing taiyohime's glare on satoru.

"You're implying something, aren't you?"

Satoru's annoyance was clearly evident as he tilted his head and cracked his knuckles in a gesture that exuded frustration.

The atmosphere grew tense, causing [Name] to feel a sense of unease.

With a hint of amusement in her voice, Taiyohime replied to Satoru's questioning.

"Am i?" She laughed.

"But maybe yes... But still, I'm disappointed that you think i was insinuating something."

Taiyohime shook her head.

"I expected better,"

Taiyohime pulled [Name] closer to her, resting her head on top of [Name]'s and gently stroking [Name]'s [H/c] hair with her fingers, she placed her other hand on [Name]'s waist, causing their bodies to be pressed against each other in a embrace. Taiyohime couldn't help but direct a smug smirk in Satoru's direction and It was clear that Taiyohime was trying to get under Satoru's skin.

"Release her." Satoru demanded coldly and Taiyohime shook her head.

"Nah uh," Taiyohime retorted back, black colored eyes narrowing in annoyance and [Name] could feel the atmosphere getting cold.

"Calm down satoru-" [Name] tried to say but she was cut off when satoru forcefully pulled her away from taiyohime.

"Satoru!" [Name] let out a small gasp. "That's rude!" [Name] scolded, feeling taiyohime's glare in their direction.

"No, she had her filthy hands all over you," Satoru exclaimed, his voice filled with indignation.

"Seriously, You need to stop acting so childish, you're not a little kid anymore," [Name] finally snapped at Satoru and she yanked herself out of his grip, catching him off guard. The words stung Satoru's heart, but he quickly justified [Name]'s behavior by reminding himself of the recent trauma and fear she had experienced.

Yes, that's right. [Name] wasn't in the right mind, after all, she would never disobey him or replace him with someone else. Satoru told himself mentally.

Feeling frustrated, Satoru let out an irritated sigh and crossed his arms, shooting a glare at Taiyohime. He couldn't help but wonder if she had said something to provoke [Name]'s outburst. Determined to protect his sister's 'innocence' and Satoru made a mental note to keep Taiyohime at a distance.

"Hmph. so you haven't changed at all then." Taiyohime grumbled, her frustration evident as she crossed her arms.

"And so have you." Satoru retorted.

"But as the saying goes, once a brat always remains a brat," Taiyohime remarked, her glare directed at Satoru. The disapproval in her eyes made [Name] frown in disagreement.

"Taiyohime-nee, don't be mean. Satoru is not a brat," [Name] defended him, her voice filled with sincerity. (Even though satoru is obviously a brat)

Taiyohime expressed her dissatisfaction with [Name]'s disagreement regarding Satoru not being a brat. In her eyes, Satoru's bratty nature is well-known and acknowledged by everyone. Even at school, some students, like Utahime, hold negative feelings towards Satoru.

Satoru, feeling triumphant, responded with a condescending and mocking smirk towards Taiyohime.

"You spoil him far too much, starling" Taiyohime exclaimed with a hint of exasperation, rolling her eyes in the process.

"Look at what he has become due to all of your excessive spoiling-a spoiled and petty brat." Taiyohime huffed as she grabbed [Name]'s wrist, trying to pull the latter towards her, but satoru immediately grabbed [Name]'s other hand, preventing the woman from getting what she wanted.

"Wow, coming from the embodiment of pettiness, that's quite a statement." Satoru retorted, his grip on [Name] tightening. However, taiyohime refused to yield and continued to tug [Name] back whenever Satoru attempted to pull her away. The situation escalated to the point where it resembled a competitive game of tug-of-war, with [Name] being the unfortunate rope caught in the middle.

Many onlookers at the party couldn't help but stare, feeling a mixture of confusion and discomfort witnessing one adult and one 17 yearsold teenager that both stands in six feet engage in such childlike behavior over [Name].

The two of them were arguing and [Name] was trying to stop them but they just ignored her to the point that [Name] decided to give up in trying to convince them that fighting is futile.

"-Go and fuck yourself with your brother!"

Satoru hissed.

"No fuckin' way. Since you're a boy, why don't you do your little shitty playdates with caelum instead?" Taiyohime remarked amidst the ongoing argument and struggle over [Name]. Overwhelmed and consumed by the constant pulling, [Name] started to feel nauseous and her body grew sore, as if she were a mere ragdoll being tossed around.

"Excuse me-" Satoru began to speak, only to be interrupted by taiyohime who dismissively retorted, "You are not excused."

Satoru's patience grew thin as he retorted,

"You have your own sibling! Stop trying to steal what's mine!" In a fit of frustration, he tugged forcefully on [Name], inadvertently pulling both taiyohime and [Name] closer towards him. Taiyohime gasped and retaliated by glaring at Satoru and pulling [Name] towards her own direction

"You don't deserve her!"

"I swear, if you don't release [Name] this instant, I'll super glue your eyelids together!" Satoru exclaimed, ignoring the curious and weirded out gaze of the spectators.

"Shut up! My tsuka is bigger than your dick!"

•───癖好───•

Satoru felt perspiration forming on his forehead as he gently patted [Name]'s back, witnessing with concern as [Name] uncontrollably expelled the contents of her stomach onto the ground.

Regrettably, due to the vigorous tugging exerted by Satoru and Taiyohime, [Name] experienced a profound feeling of nausea that ultimately led to this unpleasant occurrence. Fortunately, [Name] displayed presence of mind and quickly rushed outside the premises just in time to release the contents of their stomach. Satoru gently patted her back while Taiyohime hurriedly went to fetch a glass of water for her.

"Sorry..." Satoru expressed remorse as [Name] coughed and clutched her chest, feeling the burning sensation of stomach acid mixed with vomit in her throat. The intense discomfort extended to her chest and lungs, causing her to wheeze for air.

"It's all that filthy toe nail eater's fault!" Satoru exclaimed in frustration, using a tissue to wipe away the remnants of vomit from [Name]'s lips.

"Don't say that, nii-chan," [Name] replied softly, her voice hoarse from the continuous bouts of vomiting.

"Taiyohime-nee is kind and beautiful," [Name] defended, shaking her head.

"Don't you dare defend that misshapen creature, girl." Satoru retorted, his bratty behavior irking [Name] further. While Taiyohime is a brat too, Satoru's brattiness was on a whole different level, so in short, Satoru is a high-key brat.

"Besides, why are you even having connection with taiyohime huh? She's our cousin and you are supposed to hate our whole family except for me."

"You are supposed to hate taiyohime." Satoru staged, emphasizing his point as his light blue eyes darkening and he looked frightening, sending a shiver down [Name]'s spine.

"Taiyohime-nee is different from them. I don't hate her."

Her response seemed to trigger satoru.

"No, no. Taiyohime is just like those bird-brained people."

"You only need your brother, girl. You don't need that deformed goblin." Satoru declared.

"You only need your nii-chan, you don't need others, just me, myself and i." Satoru emphasized, tilting [Name]'s chin upwards to meet his gaze.

"You understand that I'm the only one you truly need, don't you?" Satoru inquired, but before [Name] could respond, Taiyohime intervened, yelling at Satoru.

"Hey! You butterfaced jerk! You're freaking her out! Get those grubby hands of yours away from her!" Taiyohime snarled, striding quickly towards them with two glasses of water in her hands. Satoru released [Name]'s chin and glared at Taiyohime, indicating that another argument was about to unfold.

"This is all your fault," Satoru gritted through his teeth as he observed Taiyohime handing a glass of water to [Name].

"Stop picking fights nii-chan, and Taiyohime-nee, please just ignore him," [Name] muttered, not wanting to deal with the both of them, and took a sip of her water.

"No, this is your fault. You should have let me have her, even just for today," Taiyohime grumbled, disregarding [Name]'s plea.

"No way, she's mine." Satoru asserted, his possessiveness irritating Taiyohime, leading her to attempt splashing water on Satoru using the remaining glass. However, limitless prevented him from getting wet, causing the water to spill onto the floor instead.

"Bastard." he muttered.

"Asshole." Taiyohime huffed.

"Enough already, both of you." [Name] exclaimed in frustration, glancing at the empty glass in Taiyohime's hand as she let out a loud harrumph. Satoru responded by rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defiantly.

"You both are all grown up now, so start acting like it." [Name] sighed heavily.

"Satoru, stop instigating fights with Taiyohime. And Taiyohime, quit intentionally trying to provoke Satoru."

[Name] admonished them both.

Satoru grumbled dismissively, muttering, "Whatever," while Taiyohime let out another huff and averted her gaze.

"Seriously, you two need to work on your anger management." [Name] stated firmly, her voice tinged with concern. Taiyohime responded by rolling her eyes, clearly uninterested, while Satoru chose to ignore [Name]'s advice.

"Allowing anger to control you won't lead to anything positive, and it's not fair to constantly direct your frustrations towards each other, Anger is detrimental for both mental and physical well-being as it not only results in negative effects on our appearance, such as wrinkles, but it can also drive individuals to commit violent acts, including murder. " [Name] continued, delving into a more philosophical and scientific perspective.

Taiyohime seemed to be touched at [Name]'s speech while Satoru was irritated by the sudden shift in topic. And before [Name] could continue her monologue, satoru interjected with a sarcastic remark.

"Shut up Socrates," Satoru retorted, earning a sharp glare from [Name].

"Fucking hell,"

[Name] showed signs of frustration as she slouched her shoulders and let out a tired sigh. She placed her hand on her forehead, still feeling the burning sensation in her throat.

"You are annoying, onii-chan. you know that?" [Name] expressed her annoyance towards Satoru. Satoru simply shrugged.

"You love me." he stated confidently. [Name] nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and she mentally scolded herself for such thoughts.

Taiyohime's reaction was one of strong disgust as she gazed upon the sight, prompting her to express her disgust with the word "Ew."

"I feel bad for you, starling. Imagine loving a dude that looks like a naked Mole-Rat."

Satoru swiftly reacted to Taiyohime's remark without any hesitation, expressing his annoyance through his tone of voice.

"Nobody cares about your opinion elephant seal."

As [Name] observed this interaction, her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval towards Satoru and Taiyohime's insult towards each other.

"Taiyohime. Satoru." She scolded. However, they paid no attention to her disapproving gaze and carried on with their petty and useless argument.

"-You're not even supposed to be here!"

With a dismissive wave of his hand and a slightly petulant expression on his face, Satoru attempted to shoo Taiyohime away. As [Name] processed this situation, a hint of surprise crossed her face, indicated by the raised eyebrow. It became apparent to [Name] that Taiyohime's presence was not expected or intended to be in this setting.

"Yeah... Taiyohime-nee... Aren't you supposed to be in Canada during the summer break?" [Name] asked curiously. Taiyohime nonchalantly shrugged in response. "I heard it was related to you, [Name]-Chan, so I decided to come here," she stated.

"What do you mean, me?" [Name] inquired, tilting her head in confusion. Both her and Satoru had puzzled looks on their faces, while Taiyohime seemed dumbfounded by their reaction.

"Why do you two look so bewildered?" Taiyohime asked, feeling a bit unnerved. "And Satoru, you look ugly," she added spitefully, causing Satoru's expression to contort in annoyance.

"This is so weird," Taiyohime muttered.

"Aren't you even aware of the agreement between the Gojo clan and that other clan? I don't really know the name of that clan, nor do I care, but seriously, are you two completely oblivious of the arrangement?" Taiyohime questioned both of them.

"They would have informed me if there was any arrangement or whatever," Satoru confidently stated, while [Name] blinked in confusion. "What arrangement?" she asked, hoping for some clarification.

"Uhh" taiyohime averted her gaze away, not knowing how to explain.

"An arranged marriage."

•───癖好───•

-The Gojo Clan will be a weird 'family' in here

-Taiyohime is [Name] and Satoru's older cousin.

-More conflict to come

-The main reason why Taiyohime hates Satoru is because Satoru is rich

-The main reason why Satoru hates Taiyohime is because taiyohime stole his perfume and replaced it with toilet water

-Taiyohime is a girl's girl

-Taiyohime and Satoru is banned from seeing each other when they were kids because the two of them would always fight

-Taiyohime is the one who taught [Name] how to fight and the weak points of a person.

-Taiyohime knows about satoru's sister complex

-[Name] is starting to doubt satoru's intentions and now can see how weird he acts around her.

-Everything about the satoru being a creep thingy is only on [Name]'s point of view.

-They ended up burning their clothes anyways.

-[Name] is starting to develop trust issues.

-Suguru has a poem dedicated for [Name] and it's titled as "Gōjasuna on'nanoko."

-Suguru keeps a satoru plushie with him.

-Satoru was insinuating something to [Name] after he helped her clean up.

-[Name] may have been, or may not have been controlled by something.

-Satoru smelled suguru's scent on [Name] in the past but didn't said anything about it.

-[Name] doesn't feel guilty.

-Suguru kept the candy wrappers with him.

I drew taiyohime and this is how she looks like🙃🙃

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12.24

📁. It's Christmas eve and you're patiently waiting for your husband who promised he'll be back before December 25th.

A/N: angst, profanity, mentions of death, a happy ending... Maybe?

Gojo Satoru x reader

The lit candle is halfway melted as its sweet scent filled your warm home. It's cold outside and you wonder if Satoru's okay. The cold doesn't bother him as much as it does you.

He usually grab your hands in his, blowing hot breaths on your palm to warm them for you. With a cheeky grin he kisses them before whispering how adorable you look with your scarf on. Satoru's always been a soft lover, he makes sure you're well and comfortable with everything before worrying about his own.

A smile found it's way on your lips as you remember the memory of last year's Christmas that you spent with him. He knows how to make every moment last— to turn every mundane activities into an unforgettable experience for the both of you.

Then your sweet smile turned into a bitter one as you can't help but feel neglected. Why isn't he home yet? The night is almost over but you haven't seen a part of him. Not even a call or a message from him. You can't help the ache in your heart as you celebrate what used to be an exciting day for the both of you alone.

The bright decorations of your home didn't help at all. It only made you feel empty and sad as you remember how happy he looked while decorating your home with you.

You will wait... You can always wait for him because he said he will always come home to you.

The last time you heard from him was yesterday, last night while he was holding you tightly in his arms, whispering in your ears how much he missed you.

"I missed you so much, my love." His words were followed by a kiss on your forehead. His eyes never left yours as he watched you carefully, as if memorizing every curves and every lines of your face.

"I missed you too." Is all you could whisper back as you felt the longing for his touch, his warmth.

Satoru was gone for weeks. You are aware of his busy work schedule but you can't help but wonder where was he all that time. Nevertheless, you trust him; so much so that even if he is gone for years, you will believe him if he said he is coming back to you, his home.

You understand little of his world. The concept of curses and sorcery that you can hardly grasp still left you wondering.

He said he is the strongest and you believed him not because he showed you how capable he was but because he always fulfilled his promises. Satoru's words were never empty.

"I'm sorry I was gone." His words snapped you out of your thoughts.

You wanted to say you understood him but you don't.

"You came back to me..." Your voice was weak. There is a lingering feeling of longing in your heart, and the bitterness of why can't he just stay. He just came back and he is about to leave yet again.

"I always will." There he was again with his promise of coming back to you.

Your tears finally escaped your eyes without you even noticing. Not bothering to wipe them away, you let yourself cry just for a moment. Just so you could ease the blaring ache in your heart that you tried to mask with a smile.

"Satoru..." You say his name, calling for him hoping he would answer.

'Call me whenever you need me. I, your mighty husband, will rescue you.' His voice echoed in your ears as the memory of his cheeky grin and arrogant attitude flashback.

Questions flooded your mind. Wondering where he is right now, how is he, why isn't he home yet? Did something bad happen to him?

As you're crying while hugging your knees, you felt the motion of being lifted up. You look up with tear-stained eyes and cheeks to see what's happening. There you saw your beloved, frowning as he looks at you.

Satoru did not say anything as he settled you down on the kitchen counter, wiping your tears away. He then leaned in to press his lips on yours, pulling you closer to feel your body against him.

He pulls away just to kiss your forehead adoringly.

Your eyes remain on him. You blink a couple of times just so you could confirm that you are not dreaming. Your fingers found their way to his face, feeling him in your hand — he is warm.

He chuckled as he watched you with a soft smile. He grabbed your hand, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles.

This is not a dream. He is here with you like he promised.

"I'm home, love."

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Satoru Gojo ~ Limit

After Satoru hadn’t seen his best friend Suguru since he had left Jujutsu High, he appears in front of him, declaring a war against non sorcerers. Your husband ends up taking out his frustration on you.

Word Count: <1984

MDI, 18+, heavy language, light choking, ass slapping, degrading, oral (f) , p in v, non consent , sorcerer, using safe-word.

Satoru Gojo was known for being a goofy guy, never really taking things serious, pulling pranks on Kento Nanami, picking on Megumi. Satoru was definitely the fun one in every group, never taking anything serious. Even when it was serious.

But today was the rare occasion where Satoru came home not in a good mood. Suguru had shown up to Jujutsu High, declaring a war. Kento had called you, telling you what was going on. When your husband walked in, you still talking to Nanami about the situation. Satoru overhearing you two speaking. “So now you talk to other men when I’m not around?” He says with an irritated tone. “Hey Ken, thanks for telling me. Have a goodnight!” You say before hanging up.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry. Kento had called about Suguru. How are you doing?” You say, walking up to him to embrace. You knew Geto was Satoru’s best friend, nothing and no one could replace that. “I’m fine.” He says, brushing you off. “Baby, hey.” You call out for him while he goes into the kitchen. “Y/n can you just leave me be.” He says looking at you with his piercing blue eyes.

Days went by, and Satoru didn’t even sleep in the same bed as you, didn’t kiss you, didn’t say hello to you. He didn’t even eat what you made for dinner, completely avoiding you at all cost. Finally after a week, you were over it. You weren’t going to sit here and deal with the neglect, you did nothing wrong. You spent the next couple days, standing in front of him, trying to talk. Turning off the TV as he was watching it, blocking the door when he was trying to leave. Because of his limitless infinity, you would try to touch him, hug him, kiss him. And he would activate it, making sure you don’t touch him. After 4 days, you’re angry, furious even.

“WHAT THE FUCK SATORU!” Your screaming, throwing a book at him, this time it actually hit him, because he didn’t expect you, you of all people, his kind, gentle, timid wife, to throw a book at him. “Fuck you!” You scream, throwing your glass at him, this time his barrier activates. Causing it to float right in front of him. He grabs it, slamming it on the counter, causing the glass to shatter.

“I told you, to leave me alone. I told you I want space!” He shouts, “I did nothing to you! Why am I getting punished? I’m sorry Suguru came back, and I’m sorry that you’re stressed, but you’re laughing with Yaga, and the student. But you’re neglecting me!” You cry out, “Oh boo fucking hoo, you crying?” He says with a snarky laugh, he was being such an asshole. You couldn’t believe how much of a dick he was being. “You are such a fucking asshole! Don’t be mad at me, because your boyfriend appears out of thin air, and now you realize you rather take it up the ass than be with me!” At this point you’re spitting none sense, only things to make him even angrier, because you’re angry at the neglect and coldness he is giving you.

When you three were teenagers, you and Kento would always joke around calling Suguru and Satoru boyfriends, they wouldn’t leave each other alone, wanting to spend every waking hour together. You never really had a crush on Satoru, but it wasn’t until Suguru left Jujutsu High, that Satoru finally saw you as a woman, as someone he saw his life with. So now just to get under his skin, you spit these words, trying to hurt him, the way he was hurting you.

“What did you just say?” He says in a quiet, almost quiet growl. “I just don’t understand why you’re taking this out on me.” You start to back away, feeling yourself get nervous at the sudden movements of him walking towards you. “No, say what you fucking said.” He says again, getting up to your face. “You really think I would fuck a man, or be fucked by a man?” He says angry, it’s almost as if foam was coming out of his mouth. He turned off his invisible barrier, getting close to your face, both hands on the side of your head. “You really think I’d rather fuck someone else, than fuck you? Well let me show you exactly who I fuck.” He hisses, grabbing you by your wrist, then picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Satoru stop, please.” You cry out, feeling the fear in your heart, the fear running down your spine to the tips of your toes. You had never seen him this way. “Shut the fuck up.” He spits, throwing you on the bed. In a blink of an eye, without you feeling or even seeing it for your own eyes, your clothes are ripped off your body. You are lying completely nude and defenseless. You have cursed technique but nothing special, you weren’t strong like Satoru, you weren’t even a grade 2. You simply did not want the life of a sorcerer, so you never put much effort. You could never match Satoru’s technique. No one could.

“You will see exactly what I fuck, and you’re going to fucking wish you never said that to me.” He says, flipping you over on your stomach, slapping your ass so hard that you yelp. He had never been this aggressive and physical. Of course Satoru was high energy, so he had a tendency to be a little rough, or fast, but never aggressive. “Satoru please.” You start to cry. “No, don’t you start crying now. You have all this shit to say, but now you want to wave the white flag.” His words coming out like venom. Slapping your ass once more, not realizing his own strength. He lifts you up by your neck, so your back is against his chest, while he lightly chokes you. He had some grip on his strength, not wanting to break you. You feel him unzip his pants, he pushes your legs apart, instantly stuffing himself inside of you. No prep, he was going to stuff the words you spit at him, all back into your cunt. You cry out, uncomfortable, feeling like you are being ripped in half, you weren’t even wet, you were scared of the man who you called your husband. And finally in that moment, for the first time ever, you used you and Satoru’s safe-word.

“Mochi” you whimper, all of a sudden he stops, letting go of your neck, pulling out immediately, and you drop on the bed on your face. You quickly get up, wrapping the blanket thrown across the bed around you. Looking at your husband, he was shocked at what he had just done to you. You had never once used your safe word, and the fact that you did in this very moment, he knew he fucked up.

“Princess, I’m so sorry.” Satoru chokes out, tears start to stream down his beaming blue eyes,

The blue eyes that almost lit up the room. He had fallen down to his knees, cradling your waist, his head pressed up against your lower stomach. “I’m so sorry.” He is full out crying, you feel the tears drop in between your toes. Even though you were scared just a couple minutes ago, you knew that, that behavior was not your husband. You gently run your hands through his hair, wanting him to feel a sense of ease. Even though your body still was slightly trembling. He looks up at you, through tears in his eyes.

“Princess I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just- I saw Suguru, and he whispered in my ear saying I better win, or he was gonna take my wife for himself. I know he was just saying that to fuck with me, but I just- when I see you, I was seeing you hurt, even dead. I t-thought if I pushed you away, you would be s-sa-safe.” Satoru cries out, his hands shaking, gripping around your legs/waist.

“Honey, Suguru will never get to me, because you’re here to protect me. You pushing me away, just puts me in danger, dontcha think?” You smile gently, still running your fingers through his hair. “I am so sorry, I love you princess. I’m s-sorry.” He whimpers into your stomach.

Eventually he had calmed himself down, you two were lying down on the bed you both shared, his head pressed against your chest, while you held him. You thought to yourself- “I should be the one getting comforted.” You think Gojo can read minds sometimes, because in that moment, he is on top of you, kissing your neck, your lips, your forehead. Whispering he loves you into your ear, caressing your face.

“Y’ur so beautiful baby.” He says, sucking on your neck. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispers, “I promise I won’t hurt you baby.” He adds, pulling the blanket off your naked body.

“Satoru I don’t want to have sex tonight, please.” You whimper, the last thing you wanted to do was have sex after what just happened. “I don’t either.” He says, kissing down your abdomen, to your thighs. “I just want to please my princess, nothing else. ‘m Promise.” He says, spreading your legs, “Satoru.” You moan out, as he opens your folds, placing his tongue instantly on your clit, lapping figure eights right on it. “Fuck princess you always taste so sweet.” He moans into your pussy.

He continues to flick his tongue back in forth, from your sore hole, up your clit, bringing moans out of you. “Taste so’m sweet.” He mumbles, going quicker. Sticking his tongue into your hole, while his thumb is rubbing your clit gently.

“Mm’ cumming Satoru.” You moan out, making him quicken his pace. “Cum on my face baby.” He says, forcing his tongue into your hole, rubbing your clit even faster, his free hand reaching up, playing with your nipple. “Fuck, yes, mm’ just like that.” you whimper, feeling that knot in your stomach about to break. “Yes, cum on my face baby.” He moans, and just like that, you’re cumming, squirting all over his face. Your juices trickling out of your soaked cunt, while he is savoring every drop.

“Yes baby, just like that.” He moans, still licking you into overstimulation. “Fuckkkkk-“ your bucking your hips, feeling another one erupt from the pit of your stomach. And there you go again, cumming all over his tongue, while he’s licking you clean. You had finally gotten your vision back, after seeing stars, and your eyes hazing over. Your husband steps out of the bedroom, into the bathroom. And you hear the bath water turning on, and he enters back into the bedroom picking you up.

“Let’s take a bath baby.” He kisses your forehead- “I’ll wash you, you don’t have to lift a finger my princess.” He says gently laying you in the tub, putting a bath-bomb in.

“I love you Satoru.” You whisper, feeling your eyes drift close, ready to fall asleep. “I love you more baby, I’m so sorry for what I did.” He says kissing your neck as he got in the bath with you. You drifted off to sleep in the arms of your husband who you knew would always protect you, and he did just that.

When he killed Suguru, he made sure you were somewhere where no one but himself and Kento could find you in case of worst case scenario. Even you didn’t know where you were, telling you to stay put, and he would be back. He came back, dropping to his knees, crying until he had fallen asleep in your arms. This was love, this was his peace, and all of it, was with you.

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