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[gojofever]

intro/masterlist♡

hi! I'm an 18-year-old beginner writer. I mostly write about jjk but I'm totally down to write about different characters if you have something in mind. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope my works are something you can enjoy with all your heart.

current works⬇

Gojo Satoru

Ieiri Shoko

Kamo Choso

Ryomen Sukuna

Levi Ackerman

[gojofever]

nobody knows.

┃your brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.

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"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."

his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.

It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.

"Get off." he demands.

"Wha— why?"

"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."

He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.

"Open."

You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.

squelch squelch squelch

is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.

He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.

"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"

His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.

You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.

"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.

You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.

"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?

You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.

You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.

knock knock knock

"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"

I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.

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A/N; i love toji's broke ass, I could fix him

[gojofever]

guys i changed my name, but don't worry im still your favorite author ever to exist🥹🥹💗💗

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200 FOLLOWERSSSS AHHH!!!!

thank you guys so much, just earlier today i was at 185 and now im at 200. I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH. writing has become such a big part of my life over the last 4 weeks so 200 of u guys enjoying my stories means the most. KISSES FROM ME TO YOU💗💗💗💗

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would i lie to you? pt2

♡ read pt1 before this one! pt1 here!

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5 years later…

You decided to listen to his advice— Well, not entirely.

You bought a building and created your own business. The million dollars just barely covered the price, but you used your savings to keep the business alive. You quit your life as a doctor forever. You thought it was saving you, giving you peace but honestly, it gave you too much responsibility you didn’t want. 

This is what peace feels like.

Getting up early in the morning, opening up your little book shop that has a little cafe inside, and burying yourself in a new book every day. You have a handful of loyal customers, just the way you like it. It’s quiet. So quiet. Everything you wanted for the past 10 years of your life. 

The shop wasn’t far from your house at all; walking distance actually. Sometimes you would walk to work and feel the warm sun kiss your skin softly. That’s what you decided to do today. 

Today was no different than any other day at the store; you helped your customers find the book they’ve seen online, you gave your recommendations, and you sent them off with a, “have a nice day!”.

And before you knew it, it was time to head home.

Your boots clack against the pavement as you walk under the stars. It’s extremely peaceful. You hear an owl somewhere in the distance, your nose picks up the scent of pastries being made just down the street, and it’s cold, but your big coat keeps you warm against the fall breeze.

But in the corner of your eye, you see a car with tinted windows trailing you; right behind you. You quietly open up your purse and get a grip on the handgun you bought 3 years ago. 

A single girl in a busy city like this needs protection, you understand right?

It’s small but you know the damage is deadly, you knew that better than anyone. You pick up your feet, trying to make haste but that soon turns into a sprint when you hear a car door being opened.

“Hey. How’ve you been, dear?”

A voice stops you in your tracks, you know exactly who it is but why’s he here? You slowly turn around, your hand still gripping your gun; just in case.

“Mr. Gojo.” you say plainly. “What’re you doing here?”

He inches closer and closer.

“Can’t see how you’re doing?”

“Thought we agreed you would leave me alone?” 

“Really? Don’t remember that.” 

You look behind him to see there’s 3 men watching you closely, hands in their suits, probably clutching a gun like you are.

“I just wanted to see what you did with the money, you know, curiosity kills the car or something?” 

“The cat. Curiosity kills the cat. And I’ll have you know I’ve spent the money well, Mr. Gojo.”

“Oh? And what have you spent it on?” He asks, putting all his weight on his right leg.

He should become an actor with the way he’s acting dumb. He knows what you’ve done with the money. He knows what you’ve been doing ever since that day. 5 years ago.

“A business. I created a little shop not too far—”

“Can I see it?” he interrupts.

“Right now? It’s kinda late, don’t you think?” 

“It’s Sunday tomorrow, you don’t work on Sunday's." 

“Okay, just a quick tour— wait, how do you know that?”

“Just a guess, dear. Lead the way.”

“Stay.” You thought he was talking to you, but he’s looking directly at his guard dogs.

In the last five years, he hasn't changed much physically, but his voice has gotten much deeper. He’s dressed warmly in a long, black coat, a white button up tucked in some slacks, and shoes that blend in with the night. He looks good. More mature, is all you can think.

You walk side by side to your store in silence. You hum a song that goes along with the clacks of your shoes, while Gojo watches you. 

“What have you been up to, Mr. Gojo?”

“Satoru. And nothing much. Just been here and there.” he murmurs.

Spreading your purse wide open to find the keys, you’re in such a hurry, you forget to hide the weapon inside.

“You need a better one than that.” he says in disapproval.

“Huh?” you look up in confusion, “Oh. It’ll do its job if it ever comes to it. I hope the day never comes, though.” you laugh softly, but he doesn’t find it funny.

Tough crowd

click. The door opens and you push inside, leading Mr. Gojo in with you.

“So, this is it.” you clap your hands awkwardly.

“Do you read at all, Mr. Gojo?” you continue.

“Don’t have the time.” he’s browsing the books you’ve displayed on a table.

“Do you have a book you think I’d enjoy?” he continues. 

“Yes, actually—” you head to the back where your favorite book stays. “Here. My favorite book. Ever.”

“Project Hail Mary?” He reads the front cover.

“Yeah! I think it’s a really interesting book, if you don’t like it you can bring it right back to me.” you smile brightly.

“How much do I owe you?” 

“No need. You’re the reason I have this place anyway.”

He looks at you fully for the first time in years. You’ve changed. The irritable doctor is nowhere to be seen. He sees a woman who found her place in the world. Your eyebags are gone and you’ve gained a sparkle in your eyes that glimmer whenever you smile.

“Thank you. I’ll be going now, dear.” 

You say goodbye with a soft smile and go to bed with the same smile.

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The bells you’ve attached to the front door chime loudly.

“Hi! Welcome in, I’ll be right with you—Mr. Gojo?” you look up from the blender that has a smoothie swirling around inside.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you quickly greet him with a wide smile, making him melt inside.

“How’d you like the book?”

“Interesting. I did enjoy it quite a bit. Do you have anything similar to this?” you should’ve known he liked it since he came empty handed.

Well, he actually didn’t even open it, let alone read the back, but you didn’t need to know that. 

He just wanted to see your pretty face again, is that so bad?

“Of course, let me grab it for you.”

While you’re gone, he takes a real good look inside. It’s warm and cozy. It smells like pumpkin, suiting the weather outside, there’s a couple students studying hard in the cafe area, and there’s paintings hung on the wall along with fairy lights.

“Here. It’s by Adrian Tchaikovsky, I think you’ll like it if you enjoyed Project Hail Mary.” 

He started showing up everyday, asking you for another book recommendation and you give him a book based on his reviews. He’s been visiting you everyday for the past 3 weeks, asking for a book he knows he wouldn’t touch. 

One thing leads to another and you’re back at his house to eat dinner; made by one of the best chefs in the world, he says.

“I wasn’t sure what you like, so I had a little bit of everything made.” He pulls out a chair that was tucked beneath a dark-wood table, inviting you to sit. He wasn’t lying when he said he had a little bit of everything made; there were plates of food from every country, staring right back at you.

“Thank you, Satoru. Everything looks delicious.” He finally convinced you to call him by his first name.

This dinner was everything but awkward. He was surprisingly funny. He made you laugh every minute and made sure you tasted everything on the table. Instead of sitting across the table from you, he sat comfortably on the chair on your right. He even spoon fed you.

“Thank you for tonight, next dinner is on me.” He’s walking you to the front door, a little too close but you welcome it anyway.

You spin around, “You don’t have to walk me to my car—”

His lips are suddenly on yours.

He jolts away, “I-I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking—”

It’s your turn to kiss him. His tongue is in your mouth instantly, exploring it greedily. His hands are groping your ass as your hands tug on his hair. His moans taste so sweet, dancing around your mouth. Your hands move quickly to his shirt, attempting to unbutton it but he stops you.

“Not here, dear.” 

He picks you up swiftly and carries you to his room. You’re sucking on his neck, ensuring he’d wake up with marks tomorrow, he groans in your ear, letting you know how sensitive he is for you. 

You’re thrown on the bed and you watch him strip. He’s incredibly fit. He has scars everywhere on his body, one of them you recognize; the stab wound. You lick your lips in desire, you can’t wait to feel him inside you—

knock knock knock

“Sir?”

“Busy.” he responds. He’s planting kisses between your breasts.

“I-I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s your sister.”

His head crashes against your shoulder in frustration.

“Go. It seems important.” you whisper.

“I’m sorry, dear. I’ll be back.” 

The door shuts behind him and you giggle at the sound of Satoru yelling at his guard.

You weren’t going to sit there and wait there patiently, so you do the thing every girl does in their hookup’s room; snoop around.

There isn’t much, you only see stacks and stacks of paper, but you decide to dig through anyway.

...

...

...

What?

There’s a bunch of papers stapled to each other, every paper has a picture of you and your full name written on the top.

What?

Everything about you is on these papers. Where you were everyday, for the past 5 years. With time stamps. Each and every one of your friends have their own paper, containing a descriptive paragraph about who they are to you. 

What? Oh, God.

You feel nauseous. He’s been watching you for the last 5 years. 

He even has information about your family. Their exact address is written with candid pictures of them in clear detail. He even has information about your dog who passed away before you’d known him. 

You run out the door, shoes left in his room but the only thing on your mind was to get the fuck out of there. 

You couldn’t sleep that night.

Now that you know someone’s been watching you. They could be watching you right now.

For 5 years. 

Without your knowledge.

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A/N; ayee don't hate me too much okay? ENJOY! also, the scene where you find the papers with all your information is HEAVILY inspired by the book called Redamancy by Hc Dolores!!! this part is much shorter than the first part but i wanted to put something out before i work on a much longer 3rd and final part for this series!

[gojofever]

we almost broke up last night. by sabrina carpenter.

listen to the song when u read this! verrry verry short but i love this song and sukuna

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bullshit repeats itself, is that how the saying goes?

"Are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck is she, Ryomen?" you're yelling at your boyfriend, with your phone shoved in his face.

"There is no she. You're fucking crazy." he flairs his arms up in frustration.

been here a thousand times, selective memory though.

You have jealousy issues. You knew it, Sukuna knew it, everyone knew it. But wouldn't every girl be mad if her man posted up with another bitch? Yeah. Thought so.

"I'm so done with your bullshit. You have issues you need to figure out."

"Yeah, go! Go back to that bitch you were so cozy with at that party."

He leaves your apartment with a slam, and you immediately call your friends.

"No, we're done this time. I swear he gets on my last fucking nerve—"

ding dong.

Not even 20 minutes later, he's back at your door.

"I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again."

I hear it in his eyes; he sees it in my tone. Is what it is and it's predictable.

"Don't do that shit again, I fucking swear—"

He smashes his lips onto yours and leads you back to your own room.

all the I love you's and I'm sorry's were said, we had our sex and then we made amends, that's right.

The next morning, you're on his chest when you text your friends that you're back together.

called it a false alarm to all of our friends, then we almost broke up again last night.

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A/N; i heckin love sabrina carpenter!!!!

[gojofever]

you move like an animal♡ ︎

┃nobody knows Nanami moves like an animal behind closed doors.

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"a-aah fuck, Nanami~"

you're tied up to the bedpost, flat on your stomach, taking your husbands dick greedily. It's dark outside, indicating he's been inside you for hours now. His big hands push your waist further into the mattress, keeping you in place.

"F-fuck, stay riiight there, honey." he groans into your ear, sending zaps to your clit.

You met Nanami at the office. You fell in love with how gentle he was. He was so patient with you, going at a pace you were comfortable with.

The first time you had sex with him, you told him how you have a very high sex drive, and that you understand if that's something he's uncomfortable with. But he simply said, "Okay."

You were confused at first, but he quickly proved keeping up with you in bed wouldn't be an issue.

Who would've thought the quiet coworker was an absolute animal in bed?

"w-wait Nanami, too much a-aah" you mewl.

"Use your safe word then, honey." he taunts.

his thumbs swipes on your clit, making your back arch off the bed, but he keeps you right in place, making sure you take all of him.

You knew your safe word. He made sure it was engraved in your mind, and you should use it right now, but he feels so good inside your cunt. Pumping in and out in a pace that made you roll your eyes back. He's stuffed you so full of cum, it's oozing out.

"You're wasting all of my cum, honey. Keep it inside for me, yeah?"

He falls on top of your back and grinds deeper inside. He's so heavy and big in every aspect.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't control i-it."

"It's okay, honey. Just gotta fill you up with more of me, right?"

His arm moves to your neck, putting you in a chokehold; your chin sits on his elbow. He squeezes slightly, making you squirt all over his cock.

The night was far from over. But you're right where you want to be.

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A/N; short one but a good one! (i hope?)

[gojofever]

Levi Ackerman masterlist♡

cadet. pt1

you get freaky with your captain in his office.

more coming!!!....

[gojofever]

Ryomen Sukuna masterlist♡

I miss that kind of misery. pt1

You have no one else. You'd do anything to keep him with you, but why does he only call you at night?

We almost broke up again last night. pt1

you have jealousy issues, but Sukuna is right where he wants to be.

more coming!!!...

[gojofever]

Kamo Choso masterlist♡

weeewoooweeewoooo pt.1

fine ass firefighter shows up at your apartment after a failed attempt at a tiktok pasta recipe.

be my baby! pt1 more coming...

alcohol is no longer taking the edge off, so you move onto something stronger; weed. Why's your plug so hot though?

more coming!!!...

[gojofever]

Ieiri Shoko masterlist♡

Flatline pt1

you get freaky with a popstar in her car, right after her concert.

Heaven and back pt1

you're a popular girl who wants a loser, but why is she avoiding you after you almost kissed her?

more coming!!...

[gojofever]

Gojo Satoru masterlist♡

would I lie to you? pt1 more coming...

you say goodbye to your good friend Choso forever, but he calls you up one night, begging you to come help him out one last time. But he isn't the one getting patched up, it's his boss, Gojo Satoru.

I don't wanna' be a homewrecker. pt1

you're in love with your best-friend Satoru, but one day he shows up with a girlfriend and completely derails your life. You decide to ignore him, unable to hide your feelings for him.

Is this love? pt1 more coming...

your boyfriend, Satoru is acting weird. He wouldn't know anything about your missing guy friend, right?

Who would've thought? pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 more coming...

your friends completely ditch you, making you realize they've turned you into something you aren't. You apologize to all your victims, but one victim in particular isn't as forgiving.

Jealous type pt1

you decided to break up with your boyfriend, Satoru because you couldn't deal with all the attention he gets; but he quickly shows you you're the only girl he wants.

34+35 pt1

69. that's it.

Gamer! pt1 pt2

you're the owner of a gaming cafe, and one day a popular streamer shows up.

Karma! pt1

Gojo hits an uno reverse.

More coming!!!

[yenayaps]

stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

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insane

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YAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank u guys for 185 followers that's actually insane considering the fact I just started writing about 4 weeks ago. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART I LOVE U ALL SOSOSO MUCH!

big smooches from me to u. <33

[gojofever]

would I lie to you?

♡ you're a doctor for regular civilians during the day, but treat criminals by night.

doctor!reader, dangerous!gojo

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"Hold still."

you demand. You just got off a 16-hour shift at the hospital, and you're supposed to be in bed, sleeping like a horse, but the man in front of you insisted, you be the one treating his wounds. You would deny it, but the money is so good. What you make at the hospital doesn't compete with the stack of bills he hands you at the end of each treatment.

His name is Choso. You have no idea what he does, and you don't ask. You don't want to know. He wasn't like this 5 years ago but one day he called you, begging for help. You found him bleeding.

He kept repeating, "no hospital. please. j-just help me here," you guys were the best-est of friends, so of course, you helped him. He wouldn't tell you what he's done, or what he's doing.

He just begged for help.

It became a routine. He called you at an unholy hour, you come to his rescue, patch him up, then go home without a word.

"How've you been?" He tries to initiate conversation, but you shut it down immediately.

"Shut up."

you're cleaning his arm that's drenched in blood, rubbing harshly; not bothering to be gentle. His face that used to be clear and joyful is now filled with scars and a permanent look of dread.

There's no doubt he's in some shady shit.

At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. The first time he's asked to get patched up, you told yourself maybe he was far too embarrassed to admit he got his ass kicked, but as time went on, you realized the truth was much darker.

With a pat on his now bandaged arm, you say bye. 

Forever.

"Choso. This is the last time I'm doing this for you."

"What? N-no, I need you." he says desperately.

"I can't keep doing this. You won't even tell me how you're getting hurt and I have a job. You know this."

He sits there in silence, looking at you with sad eyes. He knows where you're coming from, but he wouldn't just be losing from his personal doctor, but a long-time friend.

Packing up the to-go medkit you've personalized based on the injuries he usually gets treated for, you then give him one last goodbye. Despite the unfamiliar feeling he gives you now, you can't help but miss him.

Miss the friendship you used to have.

He doesn't beg for you to stay; he lets you go.

~~~

Not for long though.

It's 3:31am, 29 minutes until you're freed from the hellhole they call a hospital. All your patients were assholes, your coworkers were lazy, and you hadn't eaten a bite of food since you clocked in 11 hours ago.

ring ring ring

It's an unknown number. Your brain is so fried from today, you pick it up with no hesitation.

hello?

i-it's Choso. I need your help.

I can't. I'm just getting off work. I need to sleep—

please. This is the last time. I promise I won't ever talk to you again. please.

fine. be there in an hour.

thank you—

You hang up.

Curse your good heart; you won't even have 5 hours of sleep before your next shift.

He doesn't text you the same address he usually sends, he sends a different one that leads to a house?

Last one. You promise yourself.

~~~

Holy fuck, is this house huge. The front garden is the size of your entire house, the driveway is unreasonably huge, and there's about 5 garages you can see just from the outside.

The house is guarded with 2 buff men dressed in suits. They don't address you, so you take the honor.

"Choso sent me."

They press a button on the intercom, another man answers it, but you don't hear what he says. They silently open the large gates; giving you permission to enter the castle house. The house has two massive front doors, and a doorbell that's too well hidden with the overgrown vines.

The door swings open and you look over Choso, but he isn't hurt.

"Choso? You don't seem hurt—"

"It's not me. Please, just come."

He grabs your hand, dragging you around the house. It's empty; only containing a couch and a table that's too small to be in a large living room like this. No decorations, no tv, nothing. It smells stale with a hint of lemon cleaner.

On the third floor, he slams inside a room, leading you to the man who needs your help.

He's barely alive. His eyes are closed and his chest is moving up and down, ever so softly. Your doctor instincts kick in. You rush to his side and check to see if there's a pulse. There is one, but it's so faint, you know he doesn't have much time.

"How long has he been like this?"

You're taking his shirt off to see where the source of blood is coming from. He's groaning as he's being moved around, but that's the least of your worries. He's been stabbed, but the cause of the wound is nowhere to be seen. Multiple slices are seen across his abdomen and his face.

"U-uh just a little over two hours?"

"2 hours? How the fuck is he alive?"

"His other doctor was here but got up and left. I didn't know who else to call. I-I'm sorry—"

You're working on the man for 5 damn hours. He was quite literally on the verge of death.

This room is so similar to the rooms at the hospital you work at. They own all the machines, all the equipment; a mini hospital. You waited two hours to make sure he was stable and when he was, you got up to leave.

"I'm sorry. No one else came to mind, I swear."

Choso gets up with you.

"Don't call me, don't text me, okay? I literally have a shift in an hour; I can't deal with your shady business anymore."

You're exhausted. So exhausted that you're on the verge of crying. Your body is so damn tired. You're overwhelmed to the max, and you still haven't eaten.

Instead of going home, you just park at the hospital and get as much sleep as possible. Calling off is an option, but you'd rather work until your death than stay alone with your thoughts.

In a way, your job that's killing you is also keeping you alive.

You work multiple 16-hour shifts a week hoping it'll lessen the heaviness in your chest and maybe you're delusional, but it helps a little. The distraction you need.

~~~

"Someone's waiting for you out front. I'll take over your patients for now."

Great. A break. A break from your patients that are refusing care. A break from your useless coworkers that are good for nothing.

Pushing through the doors that lead to the waiting room, you see a tall man, dressed too formal to be at a hospital.

"Come with me, miss."

His arms stay crossed in front of his large body. He's not asking, he's telling.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Gojo requests your presence."

He steps closer to you.

You step back.

"Mr. Gojo? I don't know who that is. I'm in the middle of my shift—"

"That's been taken care of, miss."

"What does that even mean— Look, I have no time for this bullshit. Tell Mr. Gojo, or whatever, to give me a call or something."

Walking away, you think, why can't I get a moment of peace—

A hand lands on your arm, strong and firm. You try ripping your arm away, but he doesn't budge, as if he were made of steel.

"Miss, I won't ask again."

Is everyone blind? Do they not see a large man grabbing onto me? A doctor? That works at this fucking hospital?

But you're quickly corrected once you take a closer look at the expressions everyone in the waiting room has.

They're pretending you're invisible; burying themselves in an irrelevant magazine, their phones, or simply looking down at the floor. But that isn't all, they look scared. Scared of the man who has the tightest grip on your forearm.

"Can I get my fucking things first?"

"Go."

Running to the locker room, you rummage through your bag to find your phone. It rings two times before Choso answers.

hello?

why the fuck is there a man saying a Mr. Gojo is requesting for my presence?

fuck.

what the fuck does that mean?

Mr. Gojo is my boss. The man you helped last night.

What does he want then?

probably to thank you? I-I'm sorry, he didn't mention he would request for you.

How does he know who I am? didn't i tell you to keep your fucking mouth closed?

I just gave him your name. I promise nothing else.

After you hang up, you slam your head against the metal lockers, hoping it'll take you out once and for all, but your head seems to be made out of steel, just like the man who's 20 feet away.

Walking back to the waiting room, the room looks exactly how it did 10 minutes ago. You're guided to a car with tinted windows that you can almost guarantee is illegal. He opens the back door for you, ushering you inside.

The car has a sleek leather interior and looks brand new. It still smells like a brand new car, and you're sure it is. There's a small basket full of snacks, and two water bottles next to it.

You snatch a small bag of chips and scarf it down.

All you wanted was peace but now a Mr. Gojo is "requesting" your presence.

Leaning your head against the uncomfortable headrest, you realize you still don't feel anything, not even fear, just the heaviness in your chest that's been there for years.

Before you know it, you're fast asleep.

~~~

mmmm what a nice pillow...

wait am i not in a car—

you jolt awake.

You're suddenly on a couch, tucked in nicely with a heavy comforter and the softest pillow you're ever felt.

"Morning."

It seems you're in an office. The owner of the voice is sitting prettily on his desk chair, writing away on a piece of paper. He doesn't look up at you.

"Hi? I didn't mean to fall asleep; Mr. Gojo was looking for me?" you say, rubbing your tired eyes.

"Call me Satoru. You're the one who helped me two nights ago, correct?"

Scratching your hair in confusion, "That was last night, right?"

"You were asleep on my couch for 15 hours." He's still flipping through a pile of paperwork, as if sleeping for 15 hours is normal.

"15 hours? I have work—" you exclaim, searching for your phone.

"Taken care of."

"What does that even mean?" you can't lie, you feel well-rested for the first time in a while.

"Look, you helped me two nights ago so it's only fair I do something for you."

He finally tore his gaze away from the paperwork, staring you down. His eyes are such a bright blue, you wonder if they're contacts. His hair is pure white, completely different from the blood-dyed version you saw two nights ago, and despite his near-death experience, it seems it didn't affect him in the slightest.

"I don't want anything. Is this what this bullshit is all about?"

He tilts his head, slightly surprised. He drops his pen, leans back into his expensive chair and crosses his arms.

"Could get anything for you."

"I have everything I need." you bite back.

"Get you a better job?"

"My job is fine."

"I don't like feeling I owe someone." he states.

"Fine. You or one of your dogs can drive me home."

A man who was hiding in the shadows in the office comes out but Mr. Gojo simply brings two fingers up and the man freezes instantly.

What a well-trained pup.

~~~

You were joking when you said he could take you home. Honestly, you thought one of his dogs would be taking you home, but here you are, (in the front seat this time), in a car similar to the one that brought you here.

The roads are empty, truly leaving you alone with the stoic man that's driving you home. He doesn't speak, you don't speak.

Just... quiet.

"Seriously nothing I can do for you?" he breaks the silence.

"This car ride isn't enough for you, Mr. Gojo?" you mock.

"Satoru. And you saved my life; I don't see how that's equal to a 30 minute car ride." he reasons.

"The one thing I want is something you can't give me, Mr. Gojo."

"I can try my best," he offers.

His eyes are off the road and his attention is completely on you.

"Look at the road—"

"Self-drive. Tell me." he quickly says; eager to hear what you want.

You stare at him back, contemplating whether or not you should trauma dump on a man you know you couldn't trust.

"A ride home is more than enough, Mr. Gojo." you sigh.

A moment of silence before he decides to speak again.

"You need me to kill someone for you? I'll do it—"

"Are you fucking insane?" you exclaim.

"What? Is that what you want? Give me a name."

"Is this what you and Choso do? You go out at night and kill whoever you want?"

He pulls into your driveway. The 30 minute drive felt like 15.

"Give me a name."

"I don't want you to kill anyone? Seriously, what is wrong with you people." reaching for the door handle but it doesn't open.

"Let me out."

"Tell me what you want."

"A ride home and look, we're here. wow." you sarcastically say.

"I have time to kill." he points to the clock on his watch.

"Let me out, asshole."

"Thought I was Mr. Gojo?"

"Okay. Fine. I want a million dollars."

You purposefully asked for a crazy amount of money, but it backfires. The door clicks open and you open it hurriedly.

Looking back at Mr. Gojo, you say, "I was kidding about the money. Don't send me shit, okay?"

He dismisses you with two fingers, like he did with his dog earlier.

You walk inside, slump on your couch and continue to sleep until the next morning.

~~~

This morning you felt like a new person. You finally slept more than enough, ate a hearty breakfast, and your favorite scrubs were clean and ready for you to wear them.

Humming a random song, you're locking your front door with a smile.

"WHAT THE FUCK— Why are you back?" you jump, clutching your chest. The same man who was at the hospital is back; now standing in your front yard.

He quietly hands you an envelope and walks back to his fancy car.

Opening the envelope, you see a check for a million dollars from Gojo Satoru.

"Hey— Wait, give this back to him, I was joking." jogging to the window of the driver's seat, knocking on it repeatedly to gain the attention of the man.

Rolling the window down he says, "It's from Mr. Gojo, miss."

"No shit. Give this back to him. Now." you demand.

"Sorry miss, no can do." and with that, he drives away, leaving you on the road with a million dollars in your hand.

Your morning day is ruined. Now you have to go back to that mansion after your shift and return this blood money.

~~~

"I need to see Mr. Gojo. It's urgent."

"Sorry miss, you weren't invited." he dismisses.

You're going back and forth with the same men that were here last night. For some reason, you need an invitation to see Mr. Gojo. What kind of bullshit is that? It's been 15-minutes, and they're still not budging.

"Let her in."

A voice comes through the intercom, interrupting the lovely conversation you were having with these men.

It's like Mr. Gojo was their God; the way they listened immediately was chilling.

~~~

You're knocking on the office door, but you don't wait for a "come in", you barge in. And there he was, sitting on his office chair, still buried in paperwork.

"Yes?"

"Take this back." you slam the envelope on his desk.

"Isn't this what you wanted? A million dollars?"

"I was kidding. I only wanted to get out of that damn car."

He finally looks up to you, sending you chills with his stare.

"I don't enjoy the feeling of owing someone. Though, I told you this, dear."

"Don't call me that. I just want some peace and quiet, is that such a crazy request?"

"So take the money. Move to a quiet place where no one can bother you. You can retire right here, right now." he reasons.

"I can't."

"A million isn't enough? Here—"

"NO. I don't need your money, I make more than enough on my own. Take it back and we can go our separate ways. Okay?"

You're taking long strides to the front door, but he stops you.

"It'll be back on your front door before you make it back home. Tonight."

"What is your issue? I'm telling you that you don't owe me shit. I'm a doctor because I love helping people; I don't need to be paid with blood money."

your voice raises to a volume that's close to yelling. He stands up and walks up to you; too close.

"Take it. I don't give a shit what you do with it, okay? Go back home, work until you die and forget about this."

As he speaks, you can feel his breath dance along your lips.

"If I take it, you'll leave me alone?"

"Correct."

You should've known he was a liar.

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A/N; guys I promise I'll finish this series HAHAHA

[gojofever]

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┃fine ahhhh firefighter, kinda crackfic

firefighter!choso

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You never said you were a chef.

you were attempting a pasta recipe you've seen on TikTok but had forgotten the pot of boiling noodles in the first place; causing the water to evaporate then leaving your noodles to burn.

Smoke filled your apartment; your lungs burn from the second-hand smoke you inhale, and the blaring sounds of your smoke detector pierce through your eardrums. You're swinging a small towel in front of the detector, in hopes of turning the damn thing off.

bang bang bang

Your door swings open and reveals a tall gentleman, prepared to take down a fire.

Too bad for him, there's no fire.

Good news for you though. He's cute. Wait, no. Hot. No pun intended, of course.

Despite the heavy gear he has on, you can tell he was well built, but his face is what caught your eye. His eyes are dark, he has massive eyebags, and his skin is as pale as a vampire.

He runs inside your apartment, looking around to see where the smoke is coming from, but when he notices there's no sight of fire, he looks at you in confusion.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" He takes off the protective helmet and looks in your direction; speaking to you but still evaluating your apartment.

"Yeah, j-just some smoke. I forgot I was cooking so, ya know." You admit sheepishly, as if a firefighter would relate to almost burning down a house. From cooking.

He proceeded to open all the windows, making all the smoke disappear within 15 minutes.

Everyone knew firefighters were attractive but this one? God.

His jawline is sharp, and he's concentrated on getting the smoke out while you ogle him like an eagle hunting for her dinner. His long hair was freed from his helmet; it felt like his hair was bragging about how long and gorgeous it is compared to your dry, short hair.

"Alright Ma'am, everything seems to be okay so, I'll be heading out—"

"Can I have your number, sir?"

"Sure. Give me your phone." He's adjusting the huge helmet back on his head while you ruffle in your pockets, searching for your phone. You hand him your phone eagerly, watching him put his number in.

You should've known he only typed 3 numbers.

You watch him give a polite smile as he walks out. You're geeked out, thinking you scored a hot fireman, but you look down at the number he's inputted and you see 911.

#fairs.

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A/N; @eijirosgoodgirl thank u for this idea, I can almost guarantee this isn't what u wanted HAHAHAHAHAH. I wanted to write a small fun fic before making an actual long firefighter!choso fic. also, idk how firefighters work. just don't think about the fact that he just popped up, ill have that figured out when i make the long one LMAAOO

[gojofever]

"Besides the obvious, what would you change about yourself?"

first smauuu lets goooo!! enjoy or else.