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🪽: she/her. i‘m twenty.

(i‘m an infj btw.)

i consume anything that keeps me distracted from reality. my blog is completly random (and mainly levi ackerman centered.) another hyperfixation of mine: satoru gojo. also lowkey using this page to trauma dump since i realized it´s a good coping mechanism

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And yet, through it all, she remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.

cumchiato

୨୧ ― Gojo Satoru just can’t help himself when he see’s you in cute lingerie ~

"Cover those pretty eyes of your! And no peeking or i'm changing back!" You warn, adjusting the cute cow horns atop your head nervously.

"But baaaabbby, im dying over here" Gojo whines dramatically, hand pressed firmly over his eyes as he waits on the bed. "What if you're so cute i actually explode? You'll have to explain to our child why their daddy spontaneously combusted… What if i just use one eye-"

"D- don't you dare!" You huff, cheeks flushing. You knew he was being silly, but… you wanted him to be surprised! You take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Gojo softens, his heart fluttering in his chest, "what about half an eye?"

"Satoru!"

"Sorry sorry," Gojo chuckles, grinning, "I'm just teasing, babe. I know you're excited~ They're covered, i promise."

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Could never at you~"

When you finally give permission, his hand drops and his entire expression melts into one of pure adoration, "Oh baby…" He murmurs softly, sitting up from his spot on the bed as he engraves this moment into his memory. How you went out of your way to dress-up just for him, how the cow-print lingerie was practically painted on your skin and that growing belly of yours, how the garter belt accentuated the shape of your hips…

You were perfect.

You fidget nervously, your face flushing. Gojo stares at you, his mouth slightly agape. It wasn't that he was speechless, it was more like he couldn't speak, didn't have the words to tell you just how much you meant to him, how beautiful you were, and how lucky he felt to call you his own.

"Y- you can't just stare at me like that, Toru! I- I feel huge…"

"you're not" Gojo says instantly, eyes raking over you. "You're perfect. Absolutely stunning…"

You bite your lip, smiling shyly, "r- really?"

"Really really." He hums, eyes still glued to you, "Actually, i've had a surprise for you too, sweetheart~" He coos, pulling out a box from under the bed, "Now it's your turn to close those pretty eyes of yours~"

You blink, "Satoru, what-?"

"Trust me~" Gojo grins, "and don't peek." he gives you a wink.

Before you can start to feel self conscious again, you feel yourself being scooped up bridal style, "Yeeehaw!!!" he hollers playfully, twirling you around as you giggle and cling to him, "Look what i caught myself, the prettiest cow in all of Japan~"

Your eyes open to find Gojo in nothing but a cowboy hat and a red bandana around his neck.

"Should we see if you're ready to be milked yet, doll~?" Gojo purrs, carrying you back to the bed and gently laying you down.

"You're so ridiculous, oh my god! I can't believe i let you get me pregnant," you giggle as he crawls over you, kissing you tenderly.

"but you love me~"

"i do." you smile as he presses his forehead against yours, "So very much…"

"You're my whole world, baby. Now… Moo-ve over sugar, this cowboy's about to show you a good time~"

suyannn

POV: You accidentally forgot to wish him goodnight.

niki-yoshhhhh

Bikini | Levi x Reader

It started last night when you were cuddling with Levi on the bed and saw a lot of videos about having a swimming pool at home.

"If we get a pool, I'll only wear bikinis at home," you said with a laugh while he didn't reply.

Next morning, you woke up with Levi gone beside you and there was a loud noise outside, so you went to check it out.

"What's happening?!" you asked after seeing him inside the excavator and digging beside the house.

He stopped temporarily and stuck his head out, "building a swimming pool," with a smirk.

Drabble Collection | Masterlist

a/n: Inspired by this video 😼

Dividers by @angeliicide

melancholiclace

you're crying after a guy bothers you... and your boyfriend isn't about to let it slide.

bleehhh can't sleep and i made up this scenario w fratkuna sooooooooocontains college au frat!ryomen sukuna x midsize!fem!reader; themes of harrassment (the culprit is naoya bc i saw his ass in the manga😐), ryo is like ur knight but not in the toxic alpha male way ew & he punches a guy, & i'm using the hcs that toji, choso, & geto are all in a frat with him + the gojo twins are present (honorable mentions for twins satoshi "fratjo" gojo and satoru nerdjo🫶) and everyone goes to 'tokyo college of jujutsu tech', and dw it turns into fluff n comfort—btw this is noooottt proofread

"girl, you're really cute."

another nervous giggle, playing with a lock of your hair. jesus christ, you just wanted to get out of that fucking western poetry class.

you'd only taken the class because you needed a humanities elective, and it had looked interesting! unfortunately for you, though, every guy who thought they were a major philosopher and the next unbiological love child of nietzsche had also taken the class! and sadly, you had caught the attention of one of those guys—naoya zenin, one of the dean's relatives.

he was toji's cousin, you knew, and toji was your boyfriend's frat brother... so maybe you were fine? you tried to convince yourself you were as you sped walked out the door, naoya hot on your trail with a sleazy grin and a mouth full of harrassment.

hanawoof

hana's sweettreat . fluff dadjo takes his daughter and beloved expecting!wife out to the zoo!

''stay with daddy, sweetheart. okay?'' gojo links his long pinky around his daughters stubby one. trying to keep her by his side as she tries to wander away for about the fifth time.

hes not fed up, hes not complaining, he'd never trade this for something else. something easier, he loves being a dad. especially to his baby girl.

feeling a sudden shift, he looks down; ''mama! amamama!'' she huffs, her plush lips scrunching up in a nasty pout once she drops her bottom to the ground.

chewing the inside of his lip, sheepishly looking around and apologising to families trying to get past now that his daughter decided she wanted to be a human barricade.

''honey bunbun boo bear, pleaseee can we get up?'' this man pleads a one year old he could easily pick up, but opted to use gentle parenting as soon as she was a second old.

crossing her short arms, ''MAMA!'' she demanded again.

''yes yes, i know. i want mommy too but she's getting ice cream... ice cream! remember? vanillaaa, vanilla ice cream, remember?'' he opts to rambling, nudging her to the side a little with a lil pick up under the arms.

'''nilla. creem.'' that seemed to calm her down enough to scoop her over to the nearest bench by the singing birds in the other exhibit.

placing her on his lap, looking around trying to spot you out. he didn’t bother texting or calling you, he wanted you to have a little break from a screaming baby and his annoying self… especially with another on the way.

hearing a familiar sigh, he grinned and whipped his head around. “one small vanilla cone, a large chocolate and vanilla swirl, and a bag of doughnuts for me.” you sung out,

dishing the treats out then sitting beside him, already indulging in your sweet doughnuts.

“oh look at you,” you tutted, reaching over to clean your messy daughter as she squirmed in your grasp. “stay still, honey.” murmuring.

after visiting every animal enclosure, visiting the parks and sitting down to eat proper meals, it was time to leave,

“apapapa dada!” satoru couldn’t ignore those beck and calls, watching as the little girl runs into the gift shop.

“‘toru, i’m going to go sit out in the car, okay?”

he frowned childishly, “you’re leaving me?!”

“satoru, im carrying a baby, i want to rest!”

“yes ma’am.”

watching as you walk away, then realising that his daughter is by herself?!

gojo squealed, “munchkin? munchkin!!” jogging into the gift shop.

his daughters hot pink, saggy overalls that she insists she has to wear this summer, dragged across the ground as she held a bit too much plushies that she certainly didn’t know the names to.

“tig tig!” she held up a snow leopard to his face, confirming his point.

“that’s a snow leopard, bunbun. but if you want that, you can have it okay? what’s this one?” he pointed to a cheetah.

“cheeto.”

“thats a spicy chip but close enough. this one?”

“panda,” “well done!”

after educating his daughter for about an hour, paying for the ones she wanted, it was time to actually leave.

passing a staff, he ducked his head as a thanking gesture. “thank you so much.”

“we have a penguin talk show if you’d like to stop by!”

“peng pen!”

“oh brother.”

tays-writing

If you were sober (part 3)

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Part 1 . Part 2

You spend two weeks avoiding Satoru because you're in love with him. Satoru spends those same two weeks convinced you're avoiding him because you've finally realized he's in love with you —and you are disgusted by it

CW: the level of miscommunication in this fic is honestly embarrasing for everyone involved lmao, I can't help but laugh

The rain against the window of your apartment was a steady, rhythmic tapping that usually helped you focus, but tonight, it only sounded like a cry.

Kyo was standing by the bookshelf, his back to you, looking at a framed photo of you and Satoru from an escapade two summers ago. The silence in the room was thin and heavily charged with the things you had been avoiding for months.

"You weren't there, Kyo," you said, your voice steady, surprisingly calm. "Again."

He didn't turn around. His shoulders were tense, a sharp line against his sweater. "I told you, something came up. Work doesn't just stop because you want to go to some stupid party."

"It wasn't just the party," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "It’s been months. You're physically present maybe thirty percent of the time, and mentally? You’ve been gone. You cancel plans, you forget anniversaries, and when you are here, you're constantly checking out of conversations before they even start."

Kyo finally turned. His eyes were hard, devoid of the warmth they used to have—or maybe you were just tired of pretending they did. "And you? Are you really going to stand there and play the victim?" He started pacing toward you, the small space of the living room suddenly feeling claustrophobic. "Let's drop the act, shall we?"

"What act?" you asked, though you felt a sinking sensation in your gut.

Kyo let out a sharp, bitter laugh, stepping closer until he was invading your space. He walked over to the coffee table, leaning down to stare at you. "You act like this is all about my 'negligence,'" he said. "But you’re always waiting for someone else, aren't you?" He pointed to the bookshelf. "Even when I’m right in front of you, your head is somewhere else. It’s always him. It’s always about what he’s doing, where he is."

The air left your lungs.

"Don't lie," he spat, seeing your hesitation. "I see the way you look at your phone when his name pops up. I see how you practically light up when he’s in the room. You’ve been in love with him for as long as I’ve known you. Maybe even longer. But you’re too much of a coward to admit it. I was just the placeholder, wasn't I? The guy you settled for so you wouldn't have to face the fact that your best friend doesn't want you."

Every word was a slap. It hurt not because of the words themselves, but because he was painfully, undeniably right. The realization had been simmering beneath the surface—a quiet pressure you had learned to ignore—but hearing it out loud turned it into something suffocating. You didn’t have time to feel bad because something else surfaced: anger. He wasn't saying it because he cared; he was saying it to hurt you, to make sure that even as he walked out, he took a piece of your peace with him. He had neglected you for months, prioritized everything over you, and now he was blaming his failure on your feelings for someone else to absolve himself of his own indifference.

“Get out,” you said, your voice low and dangerous.

"You think this changes anything?" he scoffed, his posture still arrogant, still refusing to take a single ounce of responsibility for the wreckage you both had caused. "You’re his best friend. That’s the box he put you in years ago, and he’s never, ever going to take you out of it. You’re the person he tells everything to, the one he trusts, the one he relies on—but you will never be the one he desires. He’s going to keep doing exactly what he’s always done: charming everyone, taking what he wants, and leaving. Go ahead. Chase him. Maybe you’ll get one pity fuck at least."

"I said get out," you repeated, your voice shaking, though this time with a mixture of cold rage and the sharp, jagged fear that he might be right.

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle—the laugh of a man who needed to feel superior in his defeat. He didn't look back as he walked out, slamming the door shut, the sound echoing through the apartment like a final verdict.

The silence that followed was absolute. You stood there for a long time, the words ringing in your ears, sharp and stinging.

You didn't reach for your phone. You didn't want to talk to anyone.

You sank onto the couch, the apartment feeling suddenly vast and empty.

—

The two weeks that followed weren’t just silence. They were avoidance disguised as caution. For you, the silence was a shield. Every time your phone lit up with Satoru’s name, your chest constricted, the memory of Kyo’s words—the box he put you in—playing like a broken record. If you answered, if you let him into your space, you couldn't bear to see that look of pity or polite confusion on his face when you finally told him the truth. The truth you were still trying—and failing—not to name.

The thought buried itself somewhere deep inside you and refused to leave. The problem was that once it was there, everything started looking different.

Every memory.

Every conversation.

Every moment.

You would be halfway through answering emails at work when your brain suddenly dragged you back three years to some random afternoon spent with Satoru. Then four years. Then six.

You started noticing things you had never questioned before.

How he was always the first person you wanted to call when something good happened, how his voice would make a terrible day better. How you knew the exact shape of his laugh, the way he’d roll his eyes when Suguru scolded him making you laugh,

The realization was slow and horrifying. Because none of those things felt normal anymore. Not after Kyo had said it out loud.

Fuck, nothing was normal after that night. Not after waking up in Satoru’s shirt with the memory of his skin beneath your fingertips.

The worst part was that the more you examined it, the painful the ache in your chest was. Because Satoru had never given you a reason to think he felt the same.

Quite the opposite.

Every time your thoughts drifted somewhere dangerous, your brain immediately supplied evidence against you.

Girls hanging off his arm at parties.

Satoru flirting without effort.

Satoru treating romance like something complicated.

And through all of it, you. His best friend.

The pattern felt impossible to ignore once you saw it. Which was exactly why you started avoiding him.

Every time your phone lit up with his name, your chest tightened.

At first, you answered. A few hours late, then the next day. Then sometimes not at all.

Coffee tomorrow?

“Busy, sorry” you’d text back

Call me?

“Can’t. Working late.” you’d say, even as you sat on your kitchen floor, staring at a wall.

Everything's okay?

You’d stare at that message for nearly five minutes before typing: “Just tired”

You weren’t tired. You were terrified. Terrified that one conversation would be enough for him to look at you and know. Terrified that years of carefully maintained friendship would collapse the second he realized how hopelessly, embarrassingly in love with him you are. How you broke up with your boyfriend because of him.

So you kept retreating.

On the other side of the city, Satoru was slowly losing his mind. The first three days, he had been annoyance masking as concern. “Lightweight, you alive?” he’d sent, followed by a dumb meme of a cat. He convinced himself you were busy. Then came the short replies, then the unanswered texts.

By the end of the first week, dread had settled deep beneath his ribs. The kind that sat beside him while he stared at his phone at two in the morning. He replayed that night constantly. The more he replayed it, the worse it got.

Because now, with the benefit of hindsight, he could see every mistake.

Every moment his composure had cracked. Every moment he had looked at you a little too long. A little too obviously. The way his hand had trembled on the wheel. The way he had stood there, frozen, when you touched his cheek.

She saw it.

The thought came more often every day.

She finally figured it out.

The distance suddenly made perfect sense.

You weren’t busy.

You were escaping. Escaping him. You were distancing yourself because you were horrified. You had realized that your best friend was a man secretly nursing a pathetic, years-long obsession with you, and now you were looking for a way to phase him out of your life without a messy confrontation.

Suguru asked him what was wrong twice, and both times Satoru had nearly snapped his head off. He couldn't talk about it. If he said it out loud, it meant it was real. It meant he had finally lost you.

By the second week he stopped texting, because every unanswered message felt like another confirmation. Another reminder that you didn’t want him there.

So he gave you the space you were clearly demanding, waiting for the final text that would tell him to stay away for good.

—

By the fourteenth night, the silence in Satoru’s apartment felt heavy enough to crush him. He couldn’t sit still. The walls felt like they were closing in, the air thick with the ghost of your absence. He needed the noise, the chaos, the mindless distraction of a crowded room where he didn’t have to think about why his phone hadn’t buzzed with the custom ringtone he set for you in two weeks.

He ended up at a dimly lit, upscale bar in the heart of the city. He didn’t want the alcohol; he just wanted to drown out the voice in his head that kept telling him he’d finally pushed you too far.

He leaned against the bar counter, swirling his drink, his gaze fixed on the reflection of the crowd in the mirror behind the bar.

"Well, if it isn’t the main event himself."

The voice cut through the low hum of the bar. Satoru didn't need to turn around to recognize the sharp, irritating cadence. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his bourbon before turning his head just enough to acknowledge the man standing a few feet away, a bitter, lopsided smirk playing on Kyo’s lips.

Satoru’s eyes went dead. He had zero patience for this tonight. "Kyo. Shouldn't you be out disappointing someone else?"

Kyo let out a dry laugh, taking a step closer. “You mean her? Is that what you’re looking for?" Kyo smirked, his eyes glassy with resentment. "It must be satisfying, finally getting exactly what you wanted."

A cold, heavy dread settled in Satoru’s stomach. "Speak clearly, or get out of my sight."

Kyo frowned

“Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along?” he asked, studying Satoru’s face. “That she finally broke up with me?”

Satoru didn’t react. At least, not the way Kyo expected. There was no satisfaction, no relief. Only confusion.

Satoru felt the world tilt. His heart slammed against his ribs, not with triumph, but with a sickening jolt of alarm. She cut him off? When? Why didn't she tell me?

Kyo, realizing that Satoru truly hadn’t known, scoffed. “Of course she didn’t tell you. That would mean having to face the sad truth.” He paused, his gaze darkening. “That she’s miserable. And it’s entirely because of you.”

Something inside Satoru snapped. He didn't think; he just moved. In a blur of motion, he grabbed Kyo by the collar, slamming him back against the bar with enough force to make the glasses rattle. The bar went deathly silent.

"You are going to wash your mouth out before you speak about her again, you pathetic piece of shit," Satoru hissed, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that made Kyo’s eyes widen "You don't get to comment on her, and you certainly don't get to drag her name through the mud because you couldn't handle being a man. If I ever hear you utter her name with that filthy tongue of yours again, I will make sure you regret it."

He tightened his grip for a heartbeat before shoving him away with such force that Kyo stumbled back, hitting the floor hard.

As he turned to leave, the adrenaline began to recede, leaving behind a cold, hollow terror that hit him harder than a physical blow. He didn't even process the implication of what Kyo said—his brain was stuck on a loop of she’s hurting and she didn’t tell me.

You broke up with your boyfriend.

You spent two weeks suffering through it.

And you hadn't reached out to him. Not once.

He didn't finish his drink. He threw some cash on the counter and headed for the exit, his movements sharp and panicked.

—

The drive to your apartment had been a blur of white-knuckled frustration. Satoru hadn’t bothered with speed limits or traffic lights; his entire reality had narrowed down to the suffocating silence of your two-week absence. When he reached your building, he took the stairs two at a time, his chest heaving, his mind racing through a thousand catastrophic scenarios, yet entirely unprepared for the one that was about to unfold.

He pounded on your door, his knuckles striking the wood with a desperate, frantic rhythm.

"Open up," he commanded, his voice raw, stripped of its usual melodic playfulness. "Now."

When you finally opened the door, the air in the hallway seemed to vanish. You looked pale, eyes rimmed with the exhaustion of long, sleepless nights. Your hair was pulled back in a careless, messy bun, and for a moment, Satoru just stared, his heart stuttering at the sight of you.

"Satoru?"

He didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped into the apartment, the space instantly shrinking under the sheer weight of his presence, and clicked the door shut behind him.

"You broke up with Kyo."

You froze, the breath catching in your throat as your hands instinctively gripped the hem of your sleeves.

“I had to hear it from him,” he said, his gaze searching your face for an explanation he wasn’t ready to hear “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you reach out to me?” He asked, but deep inside, his own insecurities whispered the answer: Because she’s disgusted by the idea of you being in love with her

Your stomach dropped. Kyo told him. Of course he did—he’d left you with the wreckage, and now he was ensuring the debris hit the people who actually mattered. For two weeks, you’d been dreading this exact moment. You looked at the bookshelf, the walls, the floor—anywhere but his eyes.

“I didn’t know how,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, thick with the weight of your own embarrassment.

Across from you, Satoru’s expression tightened. Of course. You didn’t know how to tell him you’d realized the truth.

“I know it makes you feel,” Satoru said, his voice dropping, heavy with his own internal agony. “But did you have to cut me off like this?”

You let out a jagged, shaky breath. “What was I supposed to do? I thought it was for the best. I wanted to avoid this exact conversation.”

The answer sounded painfully obvious to him. How were you supposed to look at your best friend after realizing he was hopelessly in love with you? Meanwhile, your own brain was arriving at a completely different conclusion: how were you supposed to look at him when you finally let yourself acknowledge the terrifying, all-consuming ache you’d been harboring for him all this time?

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Neither of you realized you were having entirely different conversations, both of you trapped in the solitary confinement of your own assumptions.

“You should’ve talked with me” Satoru said quietly, his eyes searching for yours with a hurt so deep it made your own chest ache.

You swallowed hard, the tears finally pricking at your eyes. “Would it have changed anything?”

The question lodged directly in his chest. For him, it sounded like: Would it have changed the fact that you’re in love with me? For you, it meant: Would it have changed the fact that you don’t love me back?

"No," he admitted, his voice hollow.

The answer settled heavily between you. For two weeks, some stupid, desperate part of you had kept searching for loopholes. Tiny cracks in reality where Kyo had been wrong. Where the way Satoru looked at you sometimes meant something. Where waking up in his shirt had meant something. Where the memory of his frozen expression after that stupid childish kiss wasn’t something you’d imagined because you wanted it to be.

But reality has always been simpler than that. It hurt so much that your body seemed to have given up trying to fight it.

Your gaze dropped to the floor. For a moment, you wondered how many times you’d replay this conversation in your head afterward. How many times you’d think about what would’ve happened if you’d just kept your mouth shut and pretended none of this existed.

Maybe you could’ve kept him. Maybe you could’ve stayed his best friend. Maybe that would’ve been enough.

Your throat tightened, the air in the room turning thin.

“I’m sorry,” you said, forcing yourself to finally meet his eyes. The guarded distance in his gaze made your skin crawl with shame. “I ruined everything.” The words hurt less once they were out in the open, but the finality of them made you want to vanish. “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

Satoru stared at you like you’d suddenly switched languages halfway through the conversation.

“What?” he frowned “What are you talking about?”

You looked away. Humiliation burned hot beneath your skin. God, this was pathetic.

“You don’t have to do this, Satoru”

“Do what?”

“Pretend you don’t know.”

Satoru blinked. His brow furrowing deeper. “Pretend I don’t know what?”

You closed your eyes “Please,” your voice cracked, the sound humiliating you instantly. “Please don’t make me say it.”

For the first time, Satoru’s frustration melted into genuine concern. “Say what?”

You laughed—a miserable, jagged sound that scraped your throat. Something inside you finally snapped under the weight of the last two weeks.

“Fine,” you said, wiping angrily at the tears spilling over your lashes. “You want me to say it?”

Satoru froze, his posture rigid. Your chest heaved, every breath hitching.

“I broke up with Kyo because every time I looked at him, I was thinking about you,” you confessed, the words pouring out like blood from a wound. “I spent years pretending, Satoru. And then Kyo said it out loud, and suddenly I couldn’t stop seeing it. I couldn't deny it anymore.”

Satoru didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. You barely noticed. The words had been trapped for too long, and now they were spilling out whether you wanted them to or not. This was the cliff. The point of no return. You closed your eyes, took a breath, and let it out.

“I’m in love with you,” your voice shook, trembling with the force of the admission. “So there. Congratulations. Now you don’t have to wonder why I’ve been avoiding you.”

Satoru went deathly still. He simply stared at you, like his brain had stopped processing information altogether. You watched the color drain from his face.

One hand came up to his forehead, fingers splayed, and he dragged them slowly down his face in a gesture of pure disbelief.

“I don’t think I drank enough for this,” he muttered to the empty air.

He took a shaky step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his movements uncoordinated. “I think I’m hallucinating.”

For a second, the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Then, the last of your restraint shattered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you shouted, your voice raw.

Satoru blinked, startled out of his trance.

“Is this a joke to you?” you demanded, the hurt in your voice hitting him like a physical slap.

“No”

“No?” A bitter, hysterical laugh escaped you. “I just told you I blew up my entire life because I’m in love with you, and your response is that you’re hallucinating?”

Satoru opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The silence stretched, and somehow, that made everything a thousand times worse. Finally, he whispered, “Oh my God.”

the next chapter will be the last one ❤️

@wiserion @woonhaesan @thegirlwhowaited5everok @pandoras-boxof-secrets @mechun-blog @pjselee

a satoru gojo x reader fic in which his love interest (we) is in danger and its either sacrifice us and save the world or sacrifce the world to save us -and he decides to save US, would literally FIX me. (yeah i know its out of character but please let a girl dream)

aphroditaeon

I love many different types of men. Levi Ackerman in his cocoon, Levi Ackerman outside his cocoon, Levi Ackerman in manga, Levi Ackerman in anime, Levi Ackerman in bandages, Levi Ackerman without bandages, Levi Ackerman giving the order to get his dick sucked, Levi Ackerman in his torturer era, Levi Ackerman looking like the world is ending on a random tuesday, Levi Ackerman when the world is actually ending…the list is endless

aphroditaeon

he looks SOOOOO good oh my GODDDDDDD he’s totally disheveleddd 😦🤤💦💦💦💦

lastgirlonearthlizz

Bloody night 𝜗𝜚. vampire satoru x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, nicknames, and slight dirty talk

You're seated on your couch in your apartment, remote in your hand, flipping mindlessly through the channels on TV. Nothing interesting seems to be on. Satoru seems to sense as soon as your guard is down, slipping behind the couch and startling you by looping his arms around your neck, cheek pressing to yours. He watches you go through channels for several moments before sighing dramatically.

"I'm hungry,"

He announces, turning his head slightly to flash his long, threatening fangs at you.

"Let me drink?"

“Seriouslyyy Satoru? No.”

Satoru pouts, his lower lip jutting out like a petulant child. He tightens his arms around your neck, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder with an impatient whine.

"Ughhh, yes, seriously! I'm starving, Y/N~"

He drags out your name in that overly sweet tone he uses when trying to guilt-trip you. His fangs graze lightly against the side of your throat—not biting yet, just teasing—his breath cool against warm skin.

"You haven't let me feed in two days... I'm gonna pass out,"

he complains dramatically, flopping half onto you like a dead weight vampire lump.

“Hm well that’s your fault for being a vampire!” You snap at him.

Satoru gasps, actually gasping like you just personally insulted his entire bloodline—which, to be fair, you basically did.

"Excuse me?!"

He pulls back just enough to glare at you with those big, dramatic blue eyes—eyes that are currently shimmering with betrayal and hunger. His fangs are fully on display now in a pouty scowl.

"I didn't choose this! I was born a vampire! It's not my fault your blood is the only one that tastes good!"

He whines loudly and then suddenly flops his full weight onto your lap like an oversized cat demanding affection (or in this case—blood).

"Now feed me or I'm throwing a tantrum."

“Satoru, the answer is still no.”

Satoru's face twisted into immediate, theatrical despair.

"WHYY!” he repeated in a high-pitched whine, his lower lip trembling like a toddler denied candy.

He clutched at your shirt with both hands and shook you slightly - not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough to be annoying.

"How can you say no?! I'm literally withering away! Look at me!"

He turned his head dramatically to the side so you could "see" how pale he supposedly looked (he wasn't any paler than usual). His breathing became exaggeratedly shallow as if faking death by starvation right there on your lap.

“Satoruu!! I just want one day to myself, to relax”

Satoru's dramatic act continued without missing a beat. He let out a long, exaggerated groan, burying his face against your stomach as if your refusal to feed him had crushed his soul.

"You're so cruel," he muttered against your shirt in a dramatic pout, his words muffled. His grip on you didn't loosen one bit, in fact, his arms only grew tighter.

"I'm so hungry ,Y/N…"

He tilted his head just enough to peek up at you through his lashes, his expression a perfect mix of pathetic and desperate.

“Well for now deal with it for now. I want watch tv and take a break from work, satoru.”

Satoru let out a long, pitiful-sounding whine, his lower lip quivering in the ultimate display of exaggerated woe. He dramatically rolled onto his back, still sprawled across your lap, to pout up at the ceiling.

"You're so mean," he groaned, draping one arm over his face like a melodrama actor. "Why are you being so tough on your poor, hungry vampire? I'll die from starvation!"

Despite his words, he made absolutely no effort to get off your lap or stop clinging to you. He was like an oversized, overdramatic cat.

A few minutes pass by before you speak up again, “if I let you drink from me then will you leave me alone?”

Satoru's entire demeanor changed instantly. The dramatic pout vanished, replaced by sparkling eyes and a suddenly dangerously eager grin.

"REALLY?!"

He practically vibrated with excitement, scrambling to sit up properly like an overenthusiastic puppy given permission. His hands immediately cupped your face gently as he studied your neck with rapt attention.

"Yes yes YES! I'll be good! I promise!"

His voice was practically singing from joy as he leaned in closer, his cool breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your throat where the vein pulsed.

"I'll be so good," he breathed against your skin, almost in a whisper. His eyes were so close now, focused solely on your pulse point with the intensity of a predator zeroing in on its prey. His tongue flicked out to run lightly along the taut muscle of your throat, tasting your skin.

"Can I... can I bite now...?"

His tone of voice was surprisingly polite, almost reverent, as he waited for your response. The hands on your face kept you tilted backwards just enough for his fangs to easily reach your jugular.

You nod, “Uh huh.. go ahead.”

Satoru didn't need to be told twice. The moment your quiet permission left your lips, he moved with vampire speed - gentle but impossibly quick.

His fangs sank in with precision, avoiding major arteries as he'd learned from centuries of feeding. A sharp pinch flashed through you before the sensation blurred into something else entirely.

"Mmhh..."

A soft sound escaped him as the first taste hit his tongue - rich and sweet and perfect like always. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand cradling the back of your head protectively while he drank carefully.

“S-satoru.. shit s-slow down, that’s too m-much..” You whine out barely from the pleasure and pain mixed together.

Satoru was completely lost in the bliss of feeding, his mind foggy with hunger and pleasure.

"Shhh... you're doing so well," he murmured between slow, deep pulls at your neck. His voice came out low and honeyed - that tone he only used when praise or affection dripped from every word.

"You can take it... my good girl..."

He nuzzled into your skin affectionately as he drank, one hand stroking up and down your back in reassurance even as his fangs remained firmly embedded.

Minutes pass by, until you suddenly pull away. He took too much blood more than he usually feeds off of you.

“Satoru.. that was way too much than usual.”

A sharp, hungry whine pulled from Satorum as you forcefully pulled away. His mouth was still parted in a silent protest, fangs glistening with your blood as hunger burned in his gaze.

It was true that he'd drank more than usual. But he couldn't seem to help himself - you tasted so incredibly good, sweeter than anything he'd ever experienced.

"N-no, please," he groaned raggedly, grabbing at your arms to try and pull you closer again.

"I'm still... I'm still so damn hungry..."

“Nope.. that was enough, try again tomorrow..”

Satoru's face scrunched up in the most pathetic expression of disappointment. His bottom lip trembled, eyes watering with actual vampire tears as he stared at you like a kicked puppy.

"Noooo..."

The whine that escaped him was downright childish - high-pitched and desperate. He slumped forward onto your chest dramatically, his entire body going limp with despair.

"You're so cruel! I'm starving again already!"

He nuzzled his cold nose against your collarbone where fresh bite marks still stung slightly from how much he'd taken earlier.

As the night approached you kept ignoring him and telling him no. It went on for a long time until you both finally got exhausted and fell asleep right there on the couch, together.

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your boyfriend satoru is almost too big to fit 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ﮳﮳ᐢ) !

you’re on your back, legs spread wide, shaky breaths escaping your lips as satoru kneels between them. his cock is already slick with precum, a thick, heavy weight that rests against your stomach whenever he leans forward. you’ve done this before—enough times to know the ache that comes after, the way your body protests and craves him in equal measure. but tonight, something’s different.

“you okay?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s a genuine edge to it. his thumb traces circles on your hip, grounding you.

“yeah,” you whisper, even though you’re not entirely sure. you reach down, fingers wrapping around his shaft. even half-hard, he’s massive—your hand can’t close around him, can’t even get halfway. your palm slides over velvety skin, feels the pulse kick under your touch. he hisses, hips twitching forward.

“gotta warn you, baby,” your boyfriend says, thumb pressing into your wetness, gathering some of the slick mess. “i’m not gonna be able to hold back tonight.”

you nod. a part of you wants this, wants to feel him split you open, wants that desperate, overwhelming fullness even if it hurts. you bring your other hand between your thighs, spread yourself open, show him how wet you already are, the way your hole flutters in anticipation.

“put it in,” you breathe.

satoru lines himself up, the fat head nudging against your entrance. it’s just the tip, and already you feel the stretch, the burn of being filled past what’s natural. he pushes, slow, inch by inch, and you gasp, back arching off the bed. your walls clench around him, trying to accommodate, but it’s too much. he’s too big.

“fuck,” he grunts, sweat beading on his brow. “you’re so tight. you’re fighting me.”

it hurts. it hurts so good. you can feel your inner muscles pulling against his girth, can feel the resistance, the way your body tries to deny him entry even as you beg for it. he stops when he’s about halfway in, breath ragged.

“i can’t—you’re not gonna take all of it,” he says, voice strained. “it won’t fit.”

“i don’t care,” you whimper, hands gripping his forearms. “just—please. i need it.”

ashleighzarc5

☆°• cause' I know that you're toxic•°☆

CW: bestfriend!gojo, p in v- s x, smut, intoxicated (drunk), chest groping, pornwplot if you squint(this is only my second piece of work, if it is bad im sorry, if the mischaracterization is bad, im sorry.) If you are uncomfortable reading smut/sexual things, this piece is not for you.

the movie you were watching just got more & boring by the second. It was one of those cheesy rom-coms everyone swears they like. Forcing yourself to watch 2 hours straight of the main character not having morals— until your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

The screen lit up; with non other then your bestfriend, satoru's name. You picked up the cold device and pressed the glowing green button.

"y/nnnnnnnn." His voice slurred, clearly drunk. "Its 2 in the damn mornin'. What could you possibly need now, satoru?" You said as you laid your head back against your pillows. "Do you think you could pick me up, pretty pleaseeeeee?", you could hear him shift and glasses clink.

"...are you drunk?" You already know the answer, and you know he's gonna lie straight through his teeth. "N-no? Why?— I-" his voice cut off. "I'll come get you if you tell me the truth." You tried to sound stern, stoic, but you couldn't hide the slight worry in your voice. After all, he was a grown man,the strongest, he could fend for himself, right...? Wrong.

"..I had a little *breath* too much to drinkkk, please come get me, princess.." he slurred again. "See? That wasn't so hard. Where're you?" You could hear Gojo ask someone where they were, and when you heard "the sweet sucker, on 3rd." A man said coldly on the other line.

About 20 minutes later, you pulled up to the curb, texted him, waited, no answer. So you decided to get out of your car and walk up to the dimly colorfully lit bar. Immediately feeling the chilly air hit your face and arms before getting ID'd and walking in and seeing the pale haired man talking to a woman in a skimpy dress.

You walked over, after fixing your hair of course, "satoru. Lets go."

"Y/nnnnn? What're you doing hereeeee??" The woman pushed off the bar counter and scoffed. "Didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"W-what..?" You questioned after stammering. "I am NOT his girlfriend." "She isn't my girlfriend" you both said at the same time, watching the woman's face contort in confusion.

"Let's go. You made me drive all the way here just to come and get your drunk ass. Lets. Go." You grabbed him by the back of Gojo's shirt as he got up, towering over you.

As you led him to the car you both heard his stomach rumble.

"Seriously? You didn't fucking eat? You were at the bar for 4 hours, and you didn't eat?" You said, opening the passenger door of your shiny black SUV. "Nopeeee. Oooohhh we should gett takeoutttttt. Pleaseeeeee, princess???" He begged as you got in the driver seat. "You got your wallet? Because I'm not paying, and you owe me." You said when Gojo took his black leather wallet out of his back pocket.

When you got to his large apartment after getting food, he clung to you in a way he never has— but once. That time you cried about your ex-boyfriend, Toji. He cheated on you and you just needed to be distracted— so you asked to hookup. And like the good and horny friend he is, of course he couldn't say no. After that night, you two never spoke about it.

"What's your problem? Just lay down, I need to go hom-" he pulled you down to his chest and wrapped his big arms around your waist.

"Noooo. Pleaseeeeee, princess, don't goooo." He rolled to his side on his humongous bed, taking you with him.

"I should stay, why?" You cooed, pushing against his chest. Gojo pulled you closer and whispered in your ear, "Because you still owe me from, that night." This time, his voice didn't slur, didn't stammer—just stated with confidence

"Satoru- really? You said-" he cut you off.

"Please, baby, I can't stop thinking about you." Which sent heat straight to your cunt.

Obviously, you couldn't say no to your needy and undeniably hot bestfriend. So now, your panties pulled to the side, shirt somewhere left on the floor, bra splayed across the pillow next to Gojo's head. Hips straddling his meaty thighs as you whimper at the stretch of his thick cock. He groans at the warmth of you slick folds.

"J-just like that, baby. Love it when you—" he groans and his abs flex. You whimper with every roll of your hips, clit grinding against his pelvis. He sits up a bit to grope your bouncing tits. You whine at the coolness of his hands on your body.

"Really didn't take long to convince you, princess *groan*" you prop yourself up with your hands on the tops on his knees. "Couldn't— Couldn't say no to you toru.." you whine, continuing your hips as his hips twitch upwards uncontrollably making you moan out loud.

"That's it, y/n, let me hear you, babygirl." Gojo thrusts up to meet your hips. He leans back against his plush pillows as his now warm hands go from your chest to your hips, now fucking up into you. Your slick coating his balls everytime his hips thrust up to meet yours, which makes him groan.

You lean forward to kiss him on the mouth. It was a sloppy deep kiss. The kind that says "I missed this" without saying it. His tongue pushes past your lips making you whine into his mouth.

When you sit back up, he isn't fucking up into you anymore. You start to bounce instead of grind, making him throw his head against the pillows with a needy noise he tried to hold back.

It was weird how quickly he sobered up, you thought. How could he be whining from his head spinning, and an hour later be whining about your soaked warm cunt hugging his cock perfectly? The thought made your clit twitch. Did he do this just because he wanted to get laid? Its not like he couldn't just get anyone he wanted anyway. So why? Why get you to fuck him? Why not that lady in the tiny dress from the bar? She had long blonde hair, she had a nice body, and xome to think of it, Gojo's exact type.

His cock twitched inside of you, almost like a silent ask for you to go faster for him. "Please- please, baby I need it— 'm so close-" his hand dug into your hips making you whine as your thighs started to shake.

"Toru- toru im gonna— nggh ahh! 'M gonna c-cum" you whimpered, bouncing faster on his twitching veiny dick.

Both of you came before you could pull of him. Shit. You laid down on his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Chest havving up and down as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Were you actually drunk? Please be honest with me." You tilted your head up to meet your eyes with Gojo. "...no." he grunted out, looking away shyly.

You two were gonna talk about this in the morning, and maybe after a trip to the pharmacy.

lastgirlonearthlizz

stuck in the dryer ౨ৎ satoru x fem!reader ౨ৎ shh..

Warnings 🔞: whimpering, fingering, smut, dirty talk, pet names, and orgasms

It was an another usual Saturday for you and satoru basically just cleaning, doing chores, and finishing unfinished work. Satoru was washing the dishes to be somehow helpful.

On your list of your daily tasks was doing laundry.. and seriously? Did the hamper have to be overfilled? Looks like both you and your partner Satoru HATE doing laundry, but you have to get it over with.

You bring in the hamper along with the detergent into the laundromat that you have downstairs in your apartment building. You start throwing clothes into the washer before filling up the little cup up with detergent and pouring it in the washer machine. You leave the hamper in there before heading back upstairs to your apartment.

When you enter you see Satoru lounging on the couch playing some sort of mobile game on his phone. Looks like he finished washing the dishes, but oh boy he isn’t done just yet he’s doing more work.

“Satoru, you’re not done with chores” you say with a smirk, crossing your arms.

“Seriouslyyyy!? Come on Y/N I wanted to take a break..” He whines with a slight pout on his lips.

You scoff mixed in with a laugh, “You thought I’m just letting you off so easily?” Satoru opens his mouth but you cut him off, “Well you thought wrong satoru, now come on go clean off the dust in our bedroom.”

Satoru groans in frustration before throwing his phone aside on the couch, still pouting. He gets up from the couch to go grab the cleaning supplies under the sink.

You sit down on the couch, waiting for the laundry finish up in the washing machine. You look over your shoulder and see Satoru grabbing the towel before wetting it in the sink. He heads off to the bedroom to start cleaning just like how you told him.

Ding - ding!

Your timer goes off, you get up from the couch and head out the apartment, heading downstairs to the laundromat. The washer turns off just in time, you reach in and start pulling out the clothes, throwing them into the dryer next.

After throwing the clothes in, you turn around and jeez! There is standing Satoru looking at you with a raised brow. “Seriously Satoru!? God you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days..”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry.. you were gone for a long time so I wanted to check up on you, and I finished cleaning.” His eyes look behind you to see the dryer that is loaded with clothes before he makes a pain expression. “Damn.. looks like YOU got a long chore.. to do.”

You stare at him with a deadpanned expression before snapping back “Wow really? I never noticed.” He chuckles “Oh come on, I’m not lying though.”

You both headed back upstairs to just relax now since laundry was the last time on the list of your chores, at least now your apartment is clean for a few weeks. Satoru goes back to his spot on the couch and he picks up his phone again to start up his mobile game.

As for you, you’re sitting at the kitchen island scrolling on your phone to pass some time before the timer is up.

Ding - ding!

Once again your timer goes off, you get up from the island and head downstairs to the laundromat. Once you get there you start pulling out the clothing but.. wait. Why the hell can’t you pull out!? Fuck you’re stuck!

“Satoru! Hello!? Anyone!?” You call out for help but it seems like literally nobody is coming until.. hurried footsteps come down the stairs. It’s Satoru,“Y/N? What the hell happe-“ He pauses.. Shit.. your ass in up in the air and your all stuck, helpless too..

“Y/N y-you’re not doing this on purpose right.?” His voice is all hoarse now. “What!? Why the hell would I get myself stuck on purpose!? Just help me get out Satoru!” “Right.. just a second..”

You wait for him to start doing something but he just stands there behind you.. until he suddenly tears off your shorts. “Satoru!? What the hell! Why are yo-“ “Shut up.” He had also ripped your panties off along with the shorts. He runs a finger through your slit .. rubbing back and forth. “S-satoru stop.. I said get m-“ You let a hopeless whimper. “You’re going to keep that ass up for me.. and I’ll finger your little wet hole. Got it?” “U-uh huh!”

He slides in his finger, pumping it into your wetness. It makes squelching sounds as he keeps pumping into you, your pussy becoming a dripping mess. “S-shit slower!! Ngh~ f-fuu-“ Your completely lost in pleasure as he fingers you with two fingers now.

“Shh.. be a good girl for me, I know you can take it baby.” Your eyes are now rolling back, he hits that g-spot in you. Some of your juices dripping down onto the tile floor of the laundromat. “Look at that.. making a mess for daddy, hm?” He starts moving his fingers even faster as he slowly adds a third finger. Fuck it feels like heaven, his long fingers fucking you roughly.

“S-satoru i.. I-i’m going to c-cum!” As soon as you say that your walls clench around his fingers making it more tighter. “Oh yeah, cum for me princess come on your almost there.” That nickname pushed you over the edge. Your walls come clamping down on his fingers as your orgasm hits you.

He finger fucks you through your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, making you whimper at the empty feeling of his fingers gone. He finally pulls you out the dryer. “See you got right out so easily” He teases you, “Oh you’re so dead satoru. I’m going to literally murder you in your sleep.”

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nerdjo boyfriend headcannons

nerdjo boyfriend who was honestly deathly afraid to talk to you for the first time and shoot his shot but he finally gained the courage (also pressure from his best friend geto) and asked you out

nerdjo boyfriend who loves explaining comic lore to you for hours on end and will talk about every multiverse and why he thinks one is better then the others

nerdjo boyfriend who would gladly help you do your chem homework that you don’t understand at all calling it a study date while he finishes the notes and you lay on his bed waiting for him

nerdjo boyfriend who loves opening pokemon packs with you even if you have no idea what’s going on and will even give you all of his bulk cute cards for your own collection

nerdjo boyfriend who’s a sucker for matching things with you he has a matching spider man keychain on his backpack, matching necklace you bought for him and his favorite matching build a bear that he cherish and sleeps with every night on his bed

nerdjo boyfriend who over pressures himself during finals week that he plops down next to you on the sofa and just rest his head on your legs with a big sigh just seeking comfort after that hell of a week

nerdjo boyfriend who absolutely loves rainy days because that means he’s stuck with you in the house all day and his favorite way to spend the time is building one of the many legos he has stored away for days like these to build with you

nerdjo boyfriend who no matter what will always save you a seat next to him during lectures and will always be the first to ask you to partner up before anyone can steal you first

nerdjo boyfriend who takes pride when you finally get good grades after he help you study even though it was hard to get you to focus you manage to get your grade up to a B+

nerdjo boyfriend who absolutely loves you so much and is practically a puppy following you around like the clingy man he is

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