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Rikugan: A Gojo xfem!reader story. (Link here!)

Synopsis: Gojo wants you to sleepover. Shoko finds out something about you.

tw: nsfw, fingering (female receiving), handjob, swearing. minors, do not interact.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Exhaustion clung to her words, tired eyes glaze over the dull computer screen before she moved her hips, swiveling the chair over to him. The lack of sleep had settled in from the persistent calls she received from the man sitting across from her; as the chair squeaks she turns back to him for a quick glare before pulling up some kind of software file, half-ignoring her unwelcome guest before pulling on latex gloves with a snap.

“I’m sure, now let’s do the damn thing-“

The man rolls his eyes behind a dark blindfold. He’s sitting loosely on a bench in the sterile-looking lab room, zipping down his coat to bring out a small sealed package for this occasion. She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes before sighing, worried of what this decision will bring for him.

“But this is your girlfriend....”

“She’s not my girlfriend…”

Shoko smirks from hearing the “Not yet at least…” mumble under her friend’s breath. She’s known Gojo for quite sometime and she’d thought she’d never see the day that her friend become attached to another person until she saw how he interacted with you at the party.

Genetic testing had become more sophisticated over the last decade and Shoko had access to more medical records than anyone in the school. With a pack of her favorite cigarettes and same, he bribed his way into her lab, watching her punch in a string of numbers while he tapped his foot restless on the white tile.

A vile spun around in a machine with the gathered contents that made up you: Gojo had precariously plucked threads of your hair from a brush he’d found in your bathroom the last time he was over, and when you had gotten injured from the last mission, he had soaked a cotton pad in blood for lab work. If it wasn’t so creepy, all of this could’ve been taken as endearing.

“Does Yaga know what you’re doing?”

“No,” Gojo replied, “And this stays between us.”

"I can't keep keeping your secrets," She sighed while shrugged her shoulders, “Just what are you looking for anyways?”

Gojo paused, looking behind his blindfold to stare at the machine that beeped and began it's analysis. His trust in you was undeniable; and yet there was something about you so familiar even beyond meeting you during childhood.

The way you laughed, the small creases under your eyelids when you smiled quietly at him, the tones & texture of your hair and even the way you looked at him—

It seemed all too familiar.

How you were so excellent at fighting, nimble yet powerful. How you kept him grounded and calm just by mere presence: He’d be foolish to think you were just any person and something in his gut worried that unfortunately fate would lead him to finding some type of caveat to the person you’ve become to him.

“A peace of mind,” he waved his hand with a grin, “Just to be sure we haven’t overlooked anything.”

Shoko sighs again and for a second feels the nostalgia and longing of their mutual friend who was more able to put up with Gojo's antics. The computer makes a jolting noise and Gojo quickly hunches over her to examine the screen,

“What does it say?”

“Give me a couple hours, it’s not working instantaneous.” Shoko replied half heartedly.

“Why don’t you go bother her instead?”

Chocolate strawberries.

It wasn’t supposed to be that hard, you’ve covered confectioneries in sweet cocoa before, dripping it over cakes or cookies and just so happened to feel the desire to make them. Fleeting thoughts of romance distracted you and you blamed him for it: ever since he placed his lips over yours, those plush, pillow lips- the man had sent your heart tumbling, decadent and gooey, like strawberries covered in chocolate.

You were lost in thought and accidentally whipped the melted chocolate too ferociously in the mixer, causing ribbons of it to splatter across your face. The pan underneath the wire grate was dripping in sauce and the strawberries looked ready enough to be placed in the fridge, and before you could clean up you there was a knock on the door and a head of white hair peeking through the door way.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Looking at the chocolate on your face Gojo smiles, watching you fluster over his unannounced visit. ‘Fucking adorable…’

“No! I’m just-“

Distracted by your words he swiped the chocolate off your cheeks with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth to savor the sweetness. “Mmm!” He leaned closer while you backed up into the kitchen counter, encroaching vulture. “That’s good… What are you baking?”

“Not baking, 'was in the mood for some strawberries-"

“Oh?” his hand was placed underneath his chin as he leaned forward, a mischievous look beaming in his eyes.

“Was it for anyone in particular…?”

A growing smirk on his face keened you into what he was implying.

“If you think that I made these for you, you are almost sorely mistaken,” you smirked while his face sank, taking the tray back into the fridge.

“These are for the hard working students, you could learn a bit or two from them-”

His large frame covered your body and nearly pinned himself behind you. He hovered while shutting the refrigerator door with one arm and the other around your torso preventing you from placing the tray away.

“You know how much I love sweets…” his lips hovering just above the tip of your ear. “Just a taste wouldn’t hurt…”

“Okay okay… Back it up, pervert!”

He rolled his eyes while caving his broad shoulders dramatically while you laughed, putting all but one strawberry away, holding it precariously by it's delicate stem. He leaned in to take a bite, watching his lips and pearly whites part without taking an eye off of you, making you feel instantly flustered.

“Mmmm delicious,” he practically moaned, sounding too sensual and making you drop the rest of the strawberry into your palm before he clutched your wrist, taking another bite, feeling his chocolate covered lips press into your hand.

“You don’t have to eat it like that!” You retorted, retracting your wrist back into your chest to wash in the sink.

“It’s not my fault you picked a very sensual thing to make…” he dragged the strawberry across his lips before taking another bite, this time enunciating a low moan followed by a snicker after your frazzled response.

“Are you getting turned on?”

“In-your-dreams!” You yell from the kitchen while he laughs, following you around your living room.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you!“

“Why are you acting like this?” he smirks, “Wait. Are you embarrassed that we made out in our underwear the other night?”

He loved tormenting you with the vibrantly red blush he pulled from your face, watching you fumble over a response, stopping between the corner of the kitchen.

“The way you say it just makes it so-“

His laughter interrupts you again, leaning across the counter. “So what?”

“So intimate!” you mumbled into your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he stopped his pursuit, backing off and sitting himself onto the couch in the living room. “We're friends first, that hasn’t changed…”

“We need to establish rules,” You huffed and walked to back to kitchen, Gojo enjoying the banter while you reached for a bag of microwaveable popcorn from the cupboards.

“You know how I feel about rules….”

“1st rule!” your index finger was pointed towards the sorcerer after placing a folded bag onto the plate pressing start on the microwave.

“We are keeping this a secret until we figure out what we are.”

“Sounds good, then I get to add the next rule,” you waited until he dropped his hand from his face.

“Sleepovers are a must.”

Gingerly held the piping hot bag between fingertips and poured the popcorn into a bowl and plopped yourself on the couch, assuming he would follow: squeezing when he dropped himself into his seat next to yours so suddenly.

“That’s not even a rule!”

Gojo drapes his arm across the couch barely hanging over your shoulders. You shuffle a bit, bumping into his forearm which makes him drop his arm over you shoulders. He smirks at the way you fidget, quick to hold your breathe before easing into leaning into his side.

‘So cute,’ he thinks as he leans down to your ear.

“Who says it can’t be?” He hums lowly, snagging a handful of popcorn in the process.

“Like tonight, for instance— a perfect night for you to spend the night over…”

“I think the two of us know how that’ll go…” you replied, reaching over for the popcorn bowl.

“Oh ho! Confident you’ll get in my pants, eh?” Gojo pulls away and snickers, sticking a hand into the bowl to shove popcorn into his mouth before you get a chance to shoot back a reply,

“Kidding! I promise I’ll be on my best behavior!”

You glared in silence before he sighed defeatedly. He conceded with a sigh, sluggishly drawing back and away from you.

“Alright… no sleepov-“

“Wait,” his eyes watch you carefully clutch the hem of his hoodie, nervously biting your lip carefully before thinking about your answer. Feeling his heart flutter once he noticed the adorably pink tint forming on the tip of your cheeks, realizing that maybe you did have interest to his request.

“Maybe it would be nice to have some company…” you tucked back a lock of hair behind your ear while looking away, the anticipation of his answer made your feet feel restless. Gojo beamed instantly, towering over your head and puffing out his chest almost proudly that he had won you over for the night.

When you arrived to his loft, Gojo was already preparing for your stay. While he took the time to let you settle in he made an adorable spectacle of your guest appearance, asking what kinds of pillows you like, if the room’s temperature was to your liking, and if the sheets were soft enough. Even the bathroom was stocked with all sorts of expensive skincare, and a spare new toothbrush hung from the glass cup on the sink counter. You smiled as you saw him pace around the rooms, gathering items that may make your stay that more comfortable.

“Hi," you peaked into his bedroom.

Gojo’s amused by the bashfulness in your greeting.

“Hi?”

He notices the way you shuffle in place nervously, anxious in the way he looks at you from the bed. He’s aware of how his heart flutters while extending his arms wide for you to jump in and the bed sinks with quiet laughter when you bounce into the mattress and into his arms. Gojo turns off the lights—there’s sounds of sheets and pillows shifting until suddenly silence settles in, his breath running through your hair as you lay in his arms, smelling the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla into his black nightshirt.

“In all seriousness, I want you to know nothings changed between us…,” he say softly while he draws circles with his long fingers against your back, making your heart pace a little faster. “It’s the least of my concern putting a label on what we are.”

It’s soothing for him to feel you in his shirt pressed up against him, quelling the possessive side of him when you agreed to his offer of his large satin shirt.

“Well, I do enjoy your company.” You breathe, hands placed across his broad chest. The darkness hid Gojo’s smile at your remark, feeling him fidget his fingers across your back.

“Me too, kiddo.” He leaves a kiss on your forehead before bringing you closer embrace and feels you shiver and Gojo seems to notice.

“Sorry, did that count?” He rubs his thumb playfully over your forehead as if to erase where he had kissed, “I promised I wouldn’t kiss you-“

You silence him with your lips, a firm grasp on his shoulders made him break into a soft sigh of relief, a large hand smooths across your neck and jawline while he slides his tongue across your bottom lip. You push him gently into the bed while you kiss him from above, and soon he pulls away from you while still having a firm grip onto your hip bones, grounding himself in the process to stop his mind from racing.

“I’m breaking my promise...”

“It doesn’t count if I’m the one who started it,” you mumble into his lips before taking them as your own, hands finding themselves around his neck. Your forwardness excited him and you feel his laughter rumbled across your cheek while being pushed back onto the bed by his side.

“Hmmm Is that so?” He slides between your legs so that he could be eye level, large frame pressing across your body but careful not to crush.

“Yes, and I would very much appreciate it if-“

This time Gojo is quick to steal a kiss but with much more intensity behind it. You feel like he’s swallowing you whole: his body and presence like a strong current that was too late to pull out of. You’re in deep water and already swept miles out to sea with no care of whether you’d see land again.

“Can I touch you more…” his words trailed with his fingers, first giving your breasts a squeeze before traveling to your waist hovering just above the band of your shorts, low and dangerous like the undertow of the sea. “Tell me what you want…”

Your eyelashes fluttered like the your heart does to his request. “Just a little more…”

“A little more like this?” His fingers inched under the elastic and hand slipped underneath the dainty fabric, smoothing his palm down to your abdomen then clothed groin, touching the cloth that separates your skin and peppering your neck with nibbles and kisses.

“Maybe a little more…”

He smiles while slowly pressing his middle and ring finger across your slit while his pointer and pinky finger spread and explore your rose colored folds, making circles around your clit that left you feeling open and raw.

“That’s-“ you couldn’t help but curled your toes and arch your back, pressing your body closer to his from the way he was touching you from the inside, fingers pushing in and rocking back and forth.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Gojo used his free hand to hold your chin to tilt your head in view. You shivered again as he curled his fingers up and inside of you, pressed the same area again, the pressure exceedingly. Whenever your breath hitched he’d smile, watching you closely.

“So sensitive…” he cooes, “Has anyone touched you like this before?”

You shook your head no into his chest while he kept his fingers curled, then started to scissor them around your walls. The elastic around your waist taut as he rhymically moves his hand up and down, while you felt like an elastic just waiting to snap.

“My sweet girl,” he kissed your neck while smiling from all the noises he was drawing from you, thumb circling over your clit while watching you whine.

“You’re already making my head spin, knowing I’m the one who gets to do this to you, thinking about all the things I want to do to you…”

“Ahn!” The sounds you made under his touch made him hard, doing his best to keep the steady pace of his fingers plunging inside of you over and over, the knot growing tighter and tighter until you clutched his wrist, holding him steady as you came undone.

“Satoru I can't,”

“You can,” he drew circles around your clit while pumping his fingers back inside, “and you will for me.”

A soft cry escapes your lips as you release around his fingers, seeing speckles of stars and a ring in your ears.

Gojo looked at you surveyed the undone, beautiful mess you had become in his arms. You tried to form a complete sentence but failed miserably after his performance, barely able to keep your arms over his shoulders while your thighs trembled against his hands.

“That was… I-I never…” He chuckled while you held your head with your hand, licking off his fingers for a quick steal of your taste. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweets.”

Your hands pressed down on his torso and tried to slide underneath his sweats but he wrapped his long fingers around your wrist to stop you from reaching.

“I wasn’t looking for you to repay the favor,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “ I wanted to make you feel good.”

You palmed his dick through his tented sweatpants, feeling how hard he had gotten from watching you just moments ago.

“Can I?” You caught him in a daze, half lidded blue eyes succumbing to his desire to be touched. He gave you a short nod, watching your fingers grip around his waistband and tugging it down, lifting himself slightly off the bed to help you tug his briefs down and letting his cock springing free. Circling his tip with your fingers webbing around to the first few inches before giving it a slight tug he gasps, a small grown escapes his lips held by a tightened jaw.

“Hmm,” your lips into a smile, “You’re sensitive too…” You continued caressing the soft skin to his hard cock, watching him breathe heavily.

Gojo had gone months without any physical intimacy and relied mostly on taking care of his own needs before. The sorcerer thirst for touch was being quenched by your loving, delicate hands, - more importantly that it was with someone he was anamored with.

“N-No, I—“ he stifled a moan into his forearm, hiding his face. Gojo stumbled over his words so adorably you gave him a chance to recover, slowing your pace back and into small strokes of your finger tips.

“…I dont want to curse you,” he admitted between a heavy inhale, watching you pleasure him below.

“Feeling the way I do… I can show it but saying it puts you at risk,” the sound of his breath by as it gets shallow and faster, groaning your name into the crook of your neck.

“Does that feel good, sweet boy?” You swirl his tip with your thumb, beads of crystal precum spread across his sensitive skin.

“Yes,” he quivered, “It feels so fucking good...”

A low murmur into your shirt as he straightens back up to meet your eyes, the blush of his cheeks and the tips of his ears bloomed an adorable pink across his complexion. His pupils are blown out, the skyline in his irises focus themselves on your face while he gives you a kiss, his breath hitching across your lips whenever you touched the tip, coiling up his insides where he knew was close to releasing.

Gojo was about to let you know when a buzzing noise suddenly alerted to a phone call, his phone faced down vibrating a rhythmic tune on top of his nightstand.

“You should really get that,” you whispered, palming his cock one more time before drawing your hand away, “It could be about those special grades…”

Gojo groaned. “If it’s Ichiji I swear…” he huffed, turning to his side and placing his phone close to his chest to see that it was Shoko’s number. He sits up and out of bed, tucking himself back into his sweatpants and walks out of the bedroom to the kitchen before answering the phone.

“Impeccable timing,” he sighed, “I’m assuming the lab results are in—“

“Gojo. Did he ever mention having a sister?”

Gojo filled a glass of water that he took a careful sip from, listening intently for his friend’s explanation.

“Who are you talking about-“

The phone goes silent and Gojo can’t stop his mind from wandering while his eyes start their calculated race.

“To think no one checked this…”

Gojo doesn’t even feel the glass cup break against his fingers or the sound of it shattering across the countertop.

“Satoru, I heard something break… Everything okay?” He hears your voice down the hallway.

“Did you know he had any living relatives—“

“Shoko, what the hell are you talking about—“

“Satoru?” he can barely hear you call his name, he looks at you braced against the door frame, mouth suddenly too dry to speak and stomach knotted in dread. He could barely keep his face from going grim as you looked at him with concern, his eyes going wild piecing together your image and realizing the very reason why he felt like he knew you.

“She’s his sister, Satoru,”

“Are you okay?”

“Suguru’s sister.”

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shaisuki · 5 months

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｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── SATORU AND HIS OBSESSION WITH YOUR CHEEKS.

“satoru, no.”

“but”

“no.”

stepping back and making a distance from your boyfriend who is close to inhaling your cheek like a black hole. the white haired man whines, his hair deflating with a pout in his face like he was a child denied with candy in a store.

“satoru, behave. you're in the presence of your students and mine. set a good example for them.” you scolded him. glancing at the students who where at the school grounds waiting for the schedules to be brought up. flipping the papers clipped in the clipboard to check their activities for the incoming battle royale and training regimes.

“i love when you're strict (y/n)-chan~” he sing-sang. his face bright and there's a comical blush visible in his cheeks and in the background it looks like someone set up a green screen for the flowers and what looks like glitter sparkling in the background.

you sigh. satoru couldn't act like at his age but you love that side of him but sometimes it made you want to cry from how he distracts you in front of the students. their image of you turning into a less serious one due to satoru's antics and get often teased about it.

the first years stared at you two. they think you were so fed up with their teacher's antics that you were so close at beating up his ass which is true. a little. but yes.

“(y/n)-sensei and gojo-sensei are really going at it.” yuuji mused. staring in awe at his two teachers, two polar opposites. “keh, i'll pay good money to watch (y/n)-sensei punch gojo-sensei.” nobara added. the brunette waiting for some action to happen and she's going to be blessed.

you thought satoru would be done with his antics but no. you were wrong. the moment you dropped your guard down came the rikugan and limitless holder snaking his arms to your soft middle immediately. pressing you against his back and before you could squirm his other hand cupping your soft jaw to meet his lips. his soft, pink lips parted slightly before opening fully and engulfing your cheek in one massive bite.

chomp!

you let out a silent gasp before biting your lower lip to muffle the sound threatening to spill from your lips. “mmm....” gojo hums. a satisfying noise of contentment in his part while he nibbles your supple cheek like it was the softest mochi he ever tasted.

your mind generating a thousand ways to beat gojo and how to forget this had ever happened in front of people, your students nonetheless. such a inappropriate sight for the youngsters to see. you didn't dare to meet their gazes.

the first years, a disgusted look mixed with pity as they watch you get the worst kind of pda anyone can experience. kissing they can take it but sucking on someone's cheek — it's weird.

“thank you for the meal.” he says as he completely detaches his lips from your cheek. his hold on you loosening. a big smile in his face after the nibbles and sucking your cheek. you look at him in disbelief. your cheek covered in his saliva.

“eugh.” you grimaced. wiping your cheek with the back of your palm. “i'm done with you.” he heard you say and he dramatically reached out to you. pinching your cheeks and you slapped it away. “you're not.” he reasons out. “i'm serious.” you deadpan at him. “you're (y/n). not serious.” unfucking believable. he pouts at you and your fist met his shoulder. bypassing his infinity and followed by a kick. oops. your eyes widens as he dropped in the ground.

“that hurts!” itadori exclaims. biting his fist and as a man he knows how painful it was to be kicked in the nuts. not that he experienced it.

nobara's eyes twinkles. fists pumping in the air. deserved. it's funny how the strongest sorcerer alive — the holder of six eyes and limitless is on his knees. clutching his part where you kicked him.

“oh fuck, satoru. i didn't mean to.” you immediately comfort him. rubbing his shoulder to ease the pain. it didn't help with the pain but you felt guilty about it. you didn't mean to kick him in that part.

“are you taking back the "i'm done with you part"?” he asks you and you nodded. not giving the question about the thought. “yeah. i'm sorry.” you murmur. “kiss me.” he requested in which you complied. pressing a kiss to his forehead. even he's like this — you love him.

it was too late before you realize he was faking it. he started giggling and you roll your eyes at him. falling for his antics again. “i can't believe you!” you stand up, huffing. picking up the clipboard and gojo is quick to call you. “(y/n), it's true. it really hurts.” he says. wincing a bit and you gave him a side eye.

“next time, it's going to be real and i'm doing it hard.” you warned him and gojo just laugh at you. draping his arms around you. “you love me though.” unfortunately, it's true. you can't deny that.

the trio stared at you two. it looks like they'll be having second thoughts if they're given a shot in having a relationship. hopefully, it's not weird as their teachers.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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I looove talking about isekais!!! So let's play something 👀, I'm going to give you 3 possible routes and you choose the one you like the most. "btw sorry for my broken english"

Saudade

You and Suguru are childhood friends, you two grew up together in the same village. Your mom and his are very good friends so inevitably you two spend a lot of time together too.

You had a happy childhood, you used to have an older sister but unfortunately she lost her life in an accident that happened many years before you were born. It was very unfortunate but your parents moved on with their life, years later you were born

One day a mysterious person comes to the village, he says that he´s a sorcerer and that those “monsters” that you and suguru can see are curses. This person decides to talk to your parents and suguru's parents to explain the situation and tell them that the best thing for both of you would be to attend Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Your parents don't know what to do, they're afraid that something bad will happen to you, they don't want to lose another child but Suguru promises them that he will take care of you. Your parents still feel anxious but decide to trust him, after all suguru has always been taking care of you, he´s a responsible and trustworthy boy.

Time passes and the day to leave that village in the middle of nowhere arrives, you´re packing your things but can't find the camera that Suguru gave you for Christmas, you remember that you left it in the place where you and suguru go to stargazing.

you go to the place and when you arrive you realize that there´s a girl there holding your camera, her face is familiar and with a warm smile she greets you and returns your camera. You thank her and leave, “she was a very pretty girl” you think, “I wonder what happened to her, those stitches on her forehead looked painful” and with that last thought you and suguru leave the village and head to Tokyo.

- you have no memories of your past life

- Satoru, kenjaku and tengen know that that you´re not from their world

- Your cursed technique is weak

-you´re allergic to peanuts

Epsilon

You´re part of the Zenin clan, you have been blessed with the Ten Shadows Technique and Toji is your big brother. Everyone in the Zenin clan expects a lot from you and that´s very overwhelming, besides you can't stand how everyone in the clan treats your brother. Toji knows that like him, you´re also a victim of your family's excessive expectations so he does everything possible to give you a normal childhood.

And that includes taking you to Shibuya where you can go to cute cafes to eat desserts and where you end up meeting a boy your age with white hair and blue eyes who seems to like desserts as much as you do and with whom you can talk about your new hyperfixation of the moment, digimon.

Things are going well between you and your new friend, until Toji tells you that you shouldn't talk to that kid again, that “kid” is Satoru Gojo the heir of the gojo clan who was blessed with the rikugan. You know better than anyone how complicated the relation between the Gojo clan and Zenin clan is, so with great sadness you decide not to talk to Satoru again.

Satoru understands that you and your brother are in a complicated situation and he doesn´t want to complicate your life further. So he decided to respect your decision not to see each other again. You gave Satoru a keychain of his favorite digimon and a kiss, you promised him that when you two entered Jujutsu High you would look for him.

Three years passed and eventually Toji left the Zenin clan and to the surprise of everyone in the clan, you decided to leave with him. You and Satoru met again a couple years later in Jujutsu High.

- You have no memories of your past life

- Satoru knows there´s something strange with you… and he likes that!. You´re his first friend and he thinks you're something like a "singularity" and that makes him feel that you and him are something like equals.

- Everyone in the zenin clan (except Maki and Mai) hates you and consider you a traitor

- megumi is your nephew, and even though you love your friends in jujutsu high, you miss spending time with him

-you´re allergic to soy

Epiphany

You´re a normal person with a normal family or so it seems. It turns out that you´re a descendant of Michizane Sugawara, Your ritual technique manifested out of nowhere when you were 14 and is so destructive and dangerous that the higher-ups decide to sentence you to death. Yaga feels bad for you, you're just a kid and you don't understand anything of what's going on, so he asks the higher-ups to allow you to attend Jujutsu High. The higher-ups agrees on the condition that Yaga becomes your teacher and keeps an eye on you.

You don't know what to think, you had lived a normal life but when your cursed technique manifested , memories that were not there before came to the surface. None of what happens seems real to you, you miss your parents, your real parents.

The only thing that is clear to you is that you´re now a jjk character. The year 2005 has just begun and you have very little time to think of a plan because otherwise many people will die and many bad things will happen.

- You have your memories and a very strong cursed technique, but very few people trust you

- Having your memories back is a blessing and a curse at the same time, the stress of knowing that many people will die unless you do something it´s awful

- You are very close with Sashisu and Yaga but the rest of the sorcerers consider you a threat.

-you´re allergic to strawberries

HELLO??????? ANON THANK YOU FOR THE WHOLE MEAL YOU JUST GAVE ME WHAT

i’m in love with you. PHDJFJFH I GOT SO EXCITED SEEING THIS IN MY INBOX YOU HAVE NOOO IDEA….. the isekai anon of my dreams <3333 AND THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD AUGHHHHH

hhhh it was so hard to choose between them…. the allergies r very important to me too. i think i’m gonna have to let go of epsilon (as much as i love toru and toji!!) bc i simply couldn’t live without soy sauce T_T so it’s between saudade and epiphany!!! epiphany has the kind of isekai format that i like most, which is . any where reader still has their memories and tries to ”fix” the plot :3 so that’s very tempting!! esp since it takes place during the sashisu era…… but i also rlly love strawberries :((((((( could i live without them…? i’m not sure…………

okay so after thoughtful consideration i choose (to literally no one’s surprise) saudade <3333 bc let’s be real how could i NOT when it’s a suguru/reader childhood friends au (my favorite jjk trope Ever) AND kenjaku is mentioned ???? kenjaku knows i got isekaid????? i can see the interactions so clearly in my brain……. kenny being fascinated by my existance is honestly enough for me to pick this one but also. sugu loves me :3 sugu is my overprotective childhood friend :333 yeah. the scene you mentioned is also just SOOO interesting…. i’m assuming kenny took over my sister’s body 👀👀 the possible interactions with toru and tengen also get me so excited. there’s just so much intrigue!!!! and tbh i’m not huge on peanuts so i think i could live without them…

so. saudade it is!!!!!

#THIS WAS SO FUNNNNNN ANON #TYSM FOR INDULGING ME I LOVE YOUUUU 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂#also your english is perfect!!!! pls dw!!!!!!!#but god this got me too excited….. now i wanna read this fic so bad T_T #childhood friend!sugu the loml…..#kenjaku always up to no good smh #it’s sad though bc i rlly do love the idea of big bro toji T_T he’s . my beloved #thank u again isekai anon…. u just fed my jjk isekai craving so well <333 #here are some treats for u in return 🍰🍦🍮🍪🍓#ask tag ✩

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nagararitsu · 8 months

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also his arm is just regrowing. like bitch wtf like I knew hantenjutsushiki could do that but it’s still so weird. like if he lost an eye like we’re all fearing is he also capable of regrowing rikugan???? or would he regrow a regular ass eye. what r the limits???????

#gojo satoru #jjk 234 #jjk

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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hi peach love you and hope you are doing fiiiine <3 just wondering do you have any fanfic recs that i can binge read, preferably gojo x reader stories?

Hey, anon! <3 I hope you're doing great yourself! I just went through my blog and here are some recent options that I found through a tag from these amazing writers:

Forget Me Not by @shintin (series)

Rikugan by @ny-nymeria (series)

Infidelity by @tawus (series on ao3)

First Time by @playfulcl0ud

Watch Yourself by @salune

Subdued by @half-baked-biscuit

You Right by @oikawas-milk-bread

A Lived In Home by @shirohyorin

Limerence by @tsumooo

This drabble by @4dtk

There is honestly so many more that I can list but if you are looking for other options check out the "Gojo x Reader" "Gojo" or "Peach Reads" tag to see what else I've reblogged!

#peach and secret friends.🧡🍑

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rabisquis · 3 years

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Eyes in Jujutsu Kaisen

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pikafaawork · 3 years

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#呪術廻戦 #gojo #satoru gojo #six eyes #rikugan #gojo family #seis ojos #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shonen jump #the chosen one

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merlinssassybeard · 2 years

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Ex husband gojo

Drunk drabble inspired from an ask which i totally forgot to tag cus im myself tooo drunk to process imma peace out for a while got shit ton of assignments waiting for mee : >

Synopsis: you're drunk af and you call gojo to pick u up you didn't think he'd show up beacuse he's got an overseas mission tomorrow but he's a 6'3 softie so he did anyway:) plus you have a daughter and she's at gojo's parents house

I would totally recommend listening to slowed and reverb songs

Song recommended space song

Gojo driving his ex wife reader out because she's dead drunk from an office afterparty only for her to panic in the car for no reason and making gojo worried and after getting out of the car and throwing up a lil her forcing gojo to drive to the park near the tokyo tower and gojo being the softie he is inside drives to the park where the ex wifuu reader jumps outta the car and zones out staring at the beautiful tokyo tower lights with light wind blowing only for gojo to joke around and call out to her saying its too cold and she'll get sick but reader being a stubborn woman at heart tease gojo with tongue out and suddenly a light rain starts when the reader's sees she starts dancing flaunting her beautiful luscious hair and dancing with office clothes and heels in the middle of a park at midnight gojo chuckles at the sight and approaches you only to be dragged in by you and forcing him to dance in all awkward movements with you he was going to resist saying that he's got a mission tomorrow but gives in when he sees the most genuine smile in your face and that's it you both randomly start slow dancing as the rain falls on both of your clothed skin he removes his blindfold while dancing and now you're hooked in his ever glowing sky eyes the rikugan indeed never fails to amaze you with all that beauty and power those orbs hold gojo swirls you and then next thing he's holding you with waist creating a perfect fairytale like scene for the strangers the perfect story of a prince and princess with a happily ever after only for you to realise that he's your ex prince as you continue zone out into his eyes he gives a warm smile saying you should rest now and flicking your forehead only for you to wake up in your bed in the morning and finding a note sticking on your forehead which read 'eat up! You're getting thin! And don't forget to pick pumpkin up from mom's house :))'

The end.

Check out more stupidly cool angsty fluffy stories on my masterlist

Thank you for reading♡♡♡

Ps my stupid drunk clumsy ass forgot to tag these wonderful ppl sorryy😅😅

Tags!- @lovemegood @manhoegojo

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owarinaki · 10 months

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Toji met Gojo for the first time

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greycaelum · 3 years

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Four Leaves & Five Streets Series

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X OC [Yotsuba Shina]

(Four Leaves & Five Streets Mafia/Yakuza AU Series)

[Summary: Entanglement with the Gojo Satoru—scion of another influential Yakuza group—proves to only bring destruction and chaos to Doctor Yotsuba Shina's life. What if the menace proves to persistently worm his way to her life? When all she ever wanted was peace his chaos embraced her.]

[Tags & Warnings: Accident, violence & blood, surgery, mentions of document falsification, abuse of authority]

Chapter 1

He was like an angel with blood damping his body. I didn't regret saving his life, but I wish it wasn't him. The angel I thought he was, is the embodiment of the angel of death.

Yotsuba Shina

[July 13 2017 Kyushu, Fukouka Prefecture, 10:36 pm]

"It's your father's birthday celebration, where are you Shina?" My mother's soft voice on the other line greeted me.

"I just finished my rounds, I'm on my way Hahaue," I nod to the security guard of the hospital and head to my car.

"Should I send someone to pick you up?"

"No need, I'll be there soon. I'm sure Chichiue is looking for you by now to greet the guests," I assured her and said goodbye, starting my car and drive out of the hospital.

If not for my Father asking me to come, I never would go and instead, immerse myself in the case studies in my clinic office. People coming there aren't exactly close to us—the next day most of them are the ones plotting our downfall.

I cannot keep up with that farce... It makes me sick to my guts.

My car swerve past the silent night. People go out lesser and go home earlier because of the gang fights swirling around lately. Kyushu has most of Yakuza population although the largest group—Six Eyes/Rikugan is located in Kobe—but Fukuoka houses the chains of organizations of Mafia.

I don't like it here. I usually stay in Tokyo for my main job but there would come a point that it's nice to escape from the busy city—not that Fukuoka is not busy but at least it's closer to my family and I'm working here in the university hospital Shoko my best friend since college days working along with me.

Out of nowhere white blur suddenly pass before my car. I frantically stepped on the break sending my body lurching forward to the steering wheel. Damn, I forgot my seatbelt again.

What was that? Something cross the road! Oh please, please, please! Please don't let it be!

I scramble out of the seat, opening my car door and peak in front, the headlights illuminated a figure—of a man...?

My eyes widened at the sight of his white suit pooling a large patch of blood. Did I hit him?!

"Mr?"

Crouching down the asphalt I notice his unusual white hair and long arctic lashes perfectly molded face like white jade—An angel? I breath shakily, utterly mesmerized of his beauty. I must be a fool for thinking this beautiful bloody man is an angel that fell from the sky and his wings got rip off of him.

"Clear,"

That's not the time for that Shina!Checking his body for injuries I felt his pulse gradually weaken.

"Gu—" he muttered raspy and faint.

"S-sh-ot," he breathed.

He's shot? Carefully flipping him, indeed there's a hole near his spleen and chest.

"I will take you to the hospital," I blurted, assessing his grave injuries I pulled out my kerchief, pressing the fabric to the bleeding area applying pressure, hopefully this will slow down the blood but it immediately soak the small cloth.

There must be a punctured vein from this heavy bleeding. I need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. My hand found the sleeves of my blouse ripping off the fabric and using it as bandages to help the clotting of blood.

I gently pulled him up, draping his other arm around my shoulder. So heavy! He seems to be well off with his expensive looking white suit now pooling of his blood, did he survive from a shootout?

"Hang in there, you have to breathe for me, okay? The hospital is near you'll be okay." I almost stumbled from his body practically drowning me down until I ease him up my car's backseat and shut the door, dialing the hotline of my hospital to prepare the ER.

The moment I parked there's already a stretcher waiting for me and they ease him out of my car and did CT scan.

"I'll perform the surgery, call Dr Ieiri."

The gunshot is 3 inches away from his heart, apparently his lungs was spared but his veins weren't, while the other bullet grazed his spleen.

If it hit his artery... That's an entirely different story.

Thankfully it didn't damaged his organ fatally or else we had to perform splenectomy to remove the punctured spleen. If it reached his lungs... I'm afraid he would've been lying in the morgue.

After the induction of anaesthesia massive transfusion of blood products begun, his heart and blood pressure closely monitored by the surgical team.

The underlying threat of cardiac arrest is slithering like shinigami's invitation to take him away from me.

"Scalpel" the surgical technologist handed me the blade, metal cutting precisely the incision on his punctured chest. I'm amazed how he survived and walked that far even with this fatal wounds.

"Forceps"

Normal people would've already collapse worse died. Whatever will he held on to survive this far I won't let it go to waste. I will save him!

But the risk of cardiac arrest is also risky in his state. He lost too much blood.

Retracting the bullet prove to be harder with it positioned so near the heart. One wrong twitch I will disturb his arteries and cause further vascular trauma.

Shoko on the other hand handled the spleen. I have no doubts she can do it perfectly.

Dropping the bloody bullet to the kidney tray. I pulled over the microscope to my eyes magnifying them to see the damaged blood vessels.

Anastomosis is needed to join the severed blood vessels. The bullet hit a vein. Hours of suturing his damaged veins and capillaries up to the tiniest one by one patiently. His heartbeat would slowdown for some minutes that I'm anticipating him going under cardiac arrest from the blood loss. The anesthesiology team on stand by for resuscitation.

The team monitoring his vital signs notified me of his erratic heartbeat ranging 400-500 per minute.

"Patient under cardiac arrest."

I halted at the sudden shaking of his body, the anaesthesiology team taking over instructing me chest compressions, the anesthetist with the charged defibrillator.

"I20 joules,"

"Clear,"

"Up to 25 joules,"

He's the last thing I'd ever associate myself with... Not to mention... Heavens, what did I tangle myself into?

"He could file medical malpractice on you," Shoko handed me hot coffee after the surgery.

"I can't leave him to die." I performed and leaded the surgery without the patient or family's consent. That's a criminal offense—battery and gross negligence—for touching the patient's body with no person.

That man is fine now, although we don't know when he'll wake up. We successfully stabilized him and I finish suturing his blood vessels. He's sleeping in the ICU to be moved to the private room when he gains consciousness.

"Don't worry we're partners. We can tell them to pair us in the jail cell if the time comes," Shoko puffed out smoke from her cigarette.

I chuckled picturing the two of us playing poker inside the jail. Definitely we might just do that if worse comes to worst.

"When will you quit? You're a doctor but you don't take care of yourself." I sighed ang shake my head at her cigarette.

Shoko just shrug. A nurse passed greeting us.

"If that time comes Uncle will not let you get jailed, and I have Suguru."

"Oh! So you and Suguru-san huh?" I teased, that polite raven-hair has been patiently chasing my dear best friend over the years—they're also childhood friends but Shoko can be a hard nut to crack. Probably that's part of the reason she tag along with me here in Fukuoka every Thursday-Saturday for the volunteer program to get away from Suguru-san in Tokyo who usually visits everyday from Monday-Wednesday bringing us lunch.

"We're... fine. I guess. That man earlier—is Suguru's sworn brother. He's my friend too." Shoko shrug.

She knew him? Why didn't she said anything?!

For a long time I stare at her, the coffee now cold, the night turning to midnight.

If that man is Suguru-san's sworn brother... But Suguru-san is part of the Gojo clan—one of the prominent Yakuza clans—that means he's also a Yakuza...? That's why he was shot?

"Gojo Satoru, I'm sure you've heard of him," Shoko added, sensing my short-circuiting brain.

"T-that man? Is the scion of Gojo clan? Gojo Satoru?!" I gaped, stuttering out the name I've never uttered before.

"He's gone?" The bed is empty, the tubes and needles hanging on the air.

"We d-didn't," the nurses don't know what to say refusing to meet my eyes.

"Check the CCTV, the fire exit, and—"

Even for a man his calibre walking in his state after 5 days of surgery, he's a monster. I massaged the bridge of my nose easing the headache and dread pitting in my guts.

"And?" The nurse peered to me.

"Check it if no results I'll handle the rest with the director."

I could just have his records in this hospital erased. Or put Shoko as the head surgeon of the surgery. Or talk with the director regarding this.

Fuck, don't be spoiled. No matter how you look at it, you're being selfish.

The nurse nod and left me. He couldn't have gone so far. Damn it, why does he have to make my head hurt? I dialed a call to Nanami Kento—one of the trusted men in our clan.

"Is there anything I can do for you ojou-sama?" The low baritone voice greeted me. I can see the blond with his usual stoic face answering my call.

"Kento-kun, send out your few trusted men near my workplace, look out for Gojo Satoru,"

"P-pardon?" Kento stuttered, quite unusual for the composed man.

"No contact needed, just make sure he's untouched until someone comes to pick him up."

"But, can I ask why? I don't think the Soryō would agr—"

"Nanami."

"Understood ojou-sama."

"Thank you Kento-kun."

I don't like him. But he's still my patient. I'm not usually informed about the yakuza business of my family—that's my dad and elder brothers' business. The more I cannot be connected with anything related to Gojo Satoru.

I may not involve myself in the underground business but I am aware how terrifying and formidable Gojo clan known as the Rikugan—the very reason they stabilize the whole mafia organization, with the Zen'in and Kamo with the Itadori and Yotsuba.

Gojo Satoru being the heir to Rikugan the Gojo Yakuza Group, I don't believe in rumors swirling around the man but I know he's dangerous, death and misery clings to him like second skin. The very proof of him almost dying in front of me and now I have committed a dirt in my career—operating without the patient's or family's consent is enough to end the career I've build up for years.

I was wrong I thought he was an angel, he looked so hurt and weak that time, but maybe that's also his karma for doing lots of things in the yakuza. He's not saint nor angel but the devil himself.

"Suguru found him, he's in the Gojo Estate—I'm going there to check up on him," Shoko look at me with solemn eyes as if trying to communicate a silent plead.

"Aren't you going too Shina? He is still technically your patient." Peering down Shoko tap my shoulder.

I can't. He doesn't need to know anything. He mustn't find out about me.

"Shoko... We need to talk after this. But for now you're more than enough," I shake my head seeing Shoko out of the office.

I'm so sorry but nothing good will come if I entangle myself with a man like Gojo Satoru.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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