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── off the record ၇୧

꒰ summary ꒱ when a misunderstanding leaves your family convinced you’re bringing a plus one to your cousin’s wedding in Japan, the last person you expect to volunteer for the role is your infuriatingly observant intern, Satoru. it’s supposed to be temporary. professional. strictly off the record. but with your mother already sold on the idea of your mystery boyfriend, and Satoru proving far too good at the role, pretending starts to feel a little too dangerous. also, why is your “intern” secretly the heir to gojo corporation?!

꒰ tags/warnings ꒱ fake dating ⚹︎ undercover ceo! satoru ⚹︎ accountant! reader ⚹︎ satoru is 29, reader is 26 ⚹︎ lots of family pressure. reader has a complicated relationship with her mom ⚹︎ forced proximity ⚹︎ one bed trope ⚹︎ slow burn ⚹︎ mutual pining ⚹︎ wedding chaos ⚹︎ angst and fluff ⚹︎ some suggestive content but no explicit smut ⚹︎

꒰ authors note ꒱ hi cuties! this is a commission piece, and it is about 12k total. this first part is just shy of 6k and the second part will be out next week. i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻 (art by @/hanamin_0123 on x)

"Oi. Boss lady."

“No.”

One problem at a time, and the spreadsheet in front of you wins by default. Because Column F is wrong. It’s been wrong for forty fucking minutes, and if it stays wrong for forty seconds longer, you may actually die here at your desk — hunched over, half-blind, and found by Shoko on a Monday morning with your face pressed into a pivot table like a cautionary tale.

"But… you don't even know what I was gonna—"

"—the answer is no, Satoru."

Unlike the human embodiment of a headache currently lingering on the other side of your desk, the spreadsheet in front of you is at least pretending to be important.

The chair beneath him creaks, and then comes the silence you know too well. It’s the one that comes right before he decides to be a problem on purpose. Attention is gasoline and Satoru is, structurally, a fire hazard. Still, your eyes flick up, and—

"No fair…” he huffs, that ridiculous pout tugging at his lips. “You didn't even let me finish the question."

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru x reader #gojo x reader

bambismoon

apocalypse - prologue undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]

series masterlist

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you had come to the conclusion that your soulmate was either a felon or a cold-blooded murderer.

you were leaning more towards the latter.

there were only so many times you could wake up with sore ribs and aching knuckles before starting to consider homicide as a genuine career path for your soulmate.

you were sixteen years old when you began feeling what he felt and he rarely felt happiness.

at sixteen, you remembered clinging onto hope, faith that things would change for the better.

at nineteen, you tried denial. optimism even. maybe he just had niche hobbies?

now, at twenty-two, exhausted and running on three hours of sleep and an unhealthy dependence on caffeine, you had finally settled on acceptance.

your soulmate was batshit crazy, absolutely insane.

the realization came to you somewhere between waking up at three in the morning because someone was being beaten up and nearly throwing up on the marble floors of your bathroom after feeling a wave of adrenaline so violent, it couldn’t possibly belong to a sane person.

you blamed him for the dark circles under your eyes, as well as the chronic irritability, insomnia and the emotional damage too.

“hey sunshine!”

you glanced up from your kitchen island to see shoko freely walking into your apartment as if it was her own. which, considering the amount of time she spent there, perhaps it was.

“you look awful.” utahime voiced from beside her as she walked towards your fridge, pulling out a bottle of coconut water, “devils dick wouldn't let you sleep again?”

you stared blankly out at the city skyline stretching beyond the floor to ceiling windows, morning fog curled between skyscrapers while the city below came to life beneath streaks of pale sunlight, almost pink.

“yes,” you replied bluntly, taking a sip of the black coffee in hand, “unless i’m the one suddenly developing anger issues and an overwhelming desire to commit aggravated assault.”

shoko snorted into her matcha at your words, though a thin layer of concern blanketed her eyes as she watched you.

you felt it before you saw him, the soft fur brushing against your ankles as you looked down at the familiar tuft of brown, “hi, ani.”

the cat purred against you lowly, circling your feet once before making his way towards the porcelain bowl filled with his breakfast.

it was a bit sad how your cat was your one companion in the vast penthouse you resided in. technically, the house belonged to your parents who were overseas so often, it was entirely in your possession alongside an absurd monthly allowance and very little supervision.

most people your age would’ve killed for this kind of freedom.

a luxury apartment in the middle of the city, prestigious university and a future already carved out neatly in front of you.

from an outside perspective, your life was perfect.

except for the stain beneath the surface of everything. him.

a constant you despised, yet he was all too impossible to ignore.

most soulmates exchanged softness through their bond. love, warmth and peace.

you exchanged pain, phantom bruises and what you were fairly certain was unresolved psychological trauma.

“how bad was it?” shoko questioned as she sat on the stool by the island.

you considered the question for a moment.

truly, last night wasn’t his worst night but it wasn’t his best either.

“my left thigh kinda hurts.”

“ooh,” she winced, “that’s new.”

“yup. he’s branching out,” you brought your cup up to your lips, “lucky me.”

the soulmate bond manifested differently for everyone, but emotional and physical sensations were universal. tiny things passed between soulmates all the time, including stress, exhaustion, happiness and lust.

utahime once told you soulmates were a blessing.

you’d nearly laughed in her face. did she know what a blessing was?

“maybe he’s in jail.’ shoko offered lazily as utahime immediately shot her a look.

you looked up at the girl. jail?

you almost hoped he was, that way the chances of meeting the son of a bitch were practically down to zero. you didn't want anything to do with the sadistic motherfucker.

your friends found your situation significantly sadder than you did, mostly because all of them had experienced their bond the way it was intended.

warm, soft and disgustingly tender.

utahime met sora during your graduation trip to greece. it was in the middle of a beach club and you distinctly recalled the way utahime went all quiet, the way they couldn’t look away from each other despite utahime always swearing that fate had handcrafted him specifically to irritate her.

you don’t remember how they progressed, only that they did. more than you could even imagine.

shoko met percy during your welcome week in freshman year, all anxious minds and bright eyes. you remembered the way shoko used to continuously rub the bridge of her nose because she claimed her soulmate wore the heaviest glasses on earth. then there he was. tousled hair, thick-rimmed glasses and all.

they’ve been inseparable ever since.

sometimes, you felt like the worst person alive because you resented them, just a little bit.

not because they were happy, but because they got softness where you got violence.

if you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could recall exactly when you'd first felt him.

while walking through the school hall in first year, the most overwhelming sense of fear overcame you. real and true terror, practically paralyzing you in place. dread that was raw and sharp, crashing into your ribs hard enough to steal the air right from your lungs.

then came the pain, something you’d grow all too familiar with.

pain that only got worse with age.

you found yourself continuously trying to make sense of the colossal question mark that was your soulmate. who was he? what was he so afraid of? why was he in constant pain?

still, you learned the rhythm of him.

it was embarrassing, honestly. you knew things about your soulmate that no stranger should know.

you knew he preferred sleeping on his back because his shoulders were always too bruised to lie on comfortably. you knew he clenched his jaw till his molars hurt when he was furious. you knew he rarely slept through the night and how he carried exhaustion like it was stitched into his bones.

and worst of all, you knew exactly what his anger felt like and it was ugly. not explosive or wild in a dramatic sense but controlled.

it sat low in your stomach like a rock, dangerous and waiting.

sometimes, in the middle of lectures, your chest would suddenly tighten for absolutely no reason and you’d know instantly.

those were the worst days and they happened more often than you’d like.

your body would grow tense hours before it even happened, as if it already knew what was coming. your pulse would spike and adrenaline would drip into your bloodstream until your own fingers twitch with restlessness.

then came the impact. a burst of pain and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth that you could never see.

panic used to fill you at the sensation and now, you’d barely flinch.

“again?” utahime would whisper from beside you during your labs.

you’d simply nod.

apparently, your soulmate enjoyed fist fighting at eight in the fucking monring. truthfully, you didn’t know what scared you more. the violence itself or how used to it you’ve become.

because despite everything, the resentment sitting bitter on your tongue every time he dragged you into another sleepless night, you still found yourself searching for him constantly.

in crowds, trains and crossing busy streets. but you never felt his presence around, so you knew they were futile attempts.

you hated that too. the way your body longed for someone your mind already decided was a monster. the devil reincarnated.

sometimes, late at night, when the city outside your windows finally quieted down and the skyline blurred into soft hues of orange and pink, you’d feel him lying awake.

always restless and consistently pained.

there was something deeply unsettling about sharing insomnia with a stranger.

you’d feel him shifting endlessly beneath bedsheets, the tension in his shoulders and agitation under his skin. occasionally, the dull ache of old bruises blooming across muscle.

those nights left you exhausted and you always tried to ignore it at first, but one night, half-asleep and irritated beyond relief, you wrapped your arms around yourself beneath your comforter with a frustrated little sigh. a weak attempt to offer him a semblance of comfort.

go the fuck to sleep.

the effect was so immediate, it had your heart growing erratic.

you felt him still, completely and truly. a calm settled over your chest like a balm on wound.

after that, it became routine.

you’d discovered a hack of some sort.

to get through to him, you have to act as if you are him.

you’d taken up yoga with hime because it seemed to ease his sore muscles.

some nights, you’d feel him spiraling so violently with anger so strong, it crawled beneath your own skin. on those nights, you’d sit on your balcony overlooking the starry night enveloping the skyline in a deep blue. a case of markers in hand along with an adults coloring book. one of those complex ones with multiple minuscule shapes.

and color, you did. because it seemed to soothe him.

you knew it because you could feel it happen in real time.

the slow loosening of tension beneath skin and the steadying of his heartbeat. then the exhaustion would finally pull him under.

it felt strangely intimate.

though it started selfishly because you wanted the rest, you soon began doing it for him.

sometimes, you wondered if he knew it was you.

if he realized that the sudden calmness swallowing him whole at three in the morning belonged to somebody else.

if he knew his soulmate sat forty floors above the city in pretty pink pyjamas and color stained hands trying to soothe a rage she didn’t understand.

the thought made your chest ache because you knew he knew.

despite how badly fate had screwed you over, he was still yours.

and somehow, horrifyingly, you were still his.

despite it all, he still felt so unbearably human.

most nights were spent peacefully from that day on, for the most part.

you could tolerate him now but there were still quieter nights where he couldn’t sleep.

the bond grew restless during those hours, tension humming beneath your skin like static. you’d feel him, his exhaustion weighing heavy in your own bones despite the fact that you’d done absolutely nothing all day besides write up your report.

“he’s awake…” you mumbled one night, shoko glancing up from where she sat on the couch in your room, typing up her essay on her laptop despite the deadline being three hours ago.

“again?” shoko huffed, “does this guy not sleep?”

you simply hummed once because sometimes he does. when you help him sleep.

it was all too intimate in the worst way possible.

at times, you felt like he lived beneath your skin more than inside his own body.

when you wrapped your arms around yourself, mumbling a go to sleep, somewhere across the city, your soulmate listened.

one emotion you both felt was the soul-tying loneliness.

you understood loneliness, grown up and made friends with it.

it seems he did as well. he dealt with his in a different way than you did yours, though.

it happened late one night when you were halfway through your night routine.

at first, it was subtle, a warmth against your lips.

your movements slowed instantly, fingers hovering near your face as confusion knitted your brows together. what the fuck?

then came another sensation, this time featherlight touches across your jaw.

your stomach dropped because what followed was the most excruciating pain you’d ever felt, exploding through your body so suddenly, your serum bottle slipped from your hands and shattered across the bathroom floor.

and you collapsed with it.

a gasp tore from your throat as agony spread violently beneath your skin, hot enough to make your vision blur. it felt all wrong, burning and suffocating.

you knew exactly what was happening.

he was touching someone else.

you remembered shoko mentioning it once after utahime drunkenly asked too many questions about soulmate bonds during freshman year.

physical intimacy with someone who wasn't your soulmate caused backlash through the bond.

“apparently, it feels awful,” shoko stated, “super painful.”

awful? that fucking liar.

this wasn’t just awful. you felt like you were burning.

you curled against the cold marble tiles, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach as another wave of pain hit hard enough to drag a broken sound from your throat. it felt like being split apart from the inside out as tears blurred your vision.

“stop…” you whispered shakily, though you didn’t know who you were talking to anymore.

him? fate?

the pain built as you continued to feel touches that weren’t yours, warm skin that wasn’t yours.

someone else’s hands against him.

it made you sick.

humiliation mixed violently with heartbreak until you could barely breath through it, till you sobbed against yours hands.

messy and continuous tears soaked your sleeves as you sat on the bathroom floor, fury and devastation clawing through you so violently, you didn’t knwo what to do.

“i hate you!” you choked out as your lungs burned.

you felt the sudden stillness instantly, followed by a hollow feeling in your gut.

it hit your ribs so unexpectedly, your chest caught.

guilt. real guilt.

your expression twisted immediately. that sick son of a bitch.

that only angered you more.

you dug your nails into your palms hard enough to break skin and pain shot through you then, wanting him to feel it, to hurt the way he always made you hurt.

you slammed your first against the tile once, twice then again as your knuckles split open eventually but you barely noticed.

then suddenly…warmth.

you went still, breathing shaking unevenly as the sensation wrapped around you in an unfamiliar fashion.

it was a pair of arms, strong as they held you.

your breathing stuttered as you processed what was happening.

was he…hugging himself? like how you would?

he was holding himself because he didn’t know how else to reach you, to console you.

your anger cracked slightly at the edges because for the first time in years, he felt close. not in his usual worrying or irritating way.

and no matter how much you hated yourself for it, you leaned into it.

because after all, you were just as lonely as he seemed to be.

after that day, even following his piteous attempt at comfort, you were vengeful.

gone were the nights you’d hold yourself, him, to sleep. gone were the late night drawings or the yoga classes, the massages for his sore muscles and the relaxing teas.

gone was your gentleness along with any semblance of hope you had clung onto like snow on mountains.

you fucking hated fate.

∞

“maybe he’s dead.” shoko offered as you glanced up at her from the blaring screen of your laptop, illuminating your face in the darkness.

utahime shot her a look as you sighed gently.

you weren’t sure if her words were meant to console you but you weren’t sure they did.

you hated him, yes, but did you want him dead?

the thought sent a pang up your chest. no, you didn’t.

because you hadn’t even met him yet.

where all your friends had already fulfilled their bonds, you were left pondering the possibility of fate playing a sick trick on you,

“i mean, with all the fights he gets into, i wouldn’t be surprised.” shoko continued, her words trailing off as she caught utahime’s glare.

you shook your head once, ignoring the tightness beneath your ribs, “if he was dead, who the fuck am i feeling every day?”

shoko hummed once, as if pondering the thought, “maybe he’s in hell!”

now, that seemed probable.

rain tapped gently against the windows while blond played softly in the background as you returned your attention back to the half-finished page in front of you.

it was oddly peaceful in a way you weren’t used to. which meant he was either asleep or unconscious.

honestly, both possibilities reassured you equally so.

“you need to leave your castle, princess.” utahime smiled mockingly from her place on your carpeted floor as you rolled your eyes gently, fingers pausing atop your keyboard.

“why?” you muttered, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soft circles against your wrist.

“um, because of human interaction?” shoko dropped onto your bed, arms and legs starfished across the plush white sheets atop your king sized bed.

you rolled your eyes once more, “and you guys are…?”

both girls grumbled at your response making you smile softly, looking back down at your laptop as ani purred from his place curled at your feet.

you did leave your home! how else would you shop? or attend your lectures? or get your sixth coffee of the day?

“there’s a party downtown tonight.” shoko grinned at you genty, practically soft-launching the idea as you scoffed once.

“ew.”

“don’t say ew with that stupid face like you’re old!”

“m’not old,” you shrugged, “i’d just rather do anything else.”

shoko huffed, sitting up on your bed before walking towards your place on the couch, "you always do anything else! you’ve been so down recently, just let us help!”

you almost wanted to laugh. a party wouldn’t help by any means.

instead, you swallowed quietly, looking back down at your laptop.

he had been strangely distant lately, ever the rage-filled psychopath, but quieter somehow. you didn’t know if you liked it or not.

“c’mon,” utahime pleaded, “just one night!”

before you could answer, you felt it again.

a rush of adrenaline flooding your veins so suddenly, your jaw clenched.

the room went quiet as utahime’s expression shifted, “devils dick?”

you sighed inwardly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

it was a familiar feeling, hot and electric and so fucking alive beneath your skin. you didn’t want to wait for the pain to follow.

“okay.”

the girls exchanged a look.

“okay?!” shoko exclaimed with a grin as you sighed gently.

“that’s what i said.”

her squeals were met with silence as you tried to calm your-his-breathing.

there was this weird feeling in your gut, deep and carved in stone, like tonight was significant.

it felt almost damning.

∞

an - just a little glimpse into this worlddd! no kuna in this yet so :( but u guys will meet him ch1 !! also this is prob gonna be a shorter seriessss like 6-8 parts!

anyways lmk what u guys thinkkkk and if u want more of this au!

also wanna say i read a fic like 7ish yrs ago on here from @/stuckonspidey, i dont think they're on here anymore but they had a soulmate fic that inspired this that i wrote a while ago sooo credits to themmm i remember loving that fic smmmm! :)

#undergroundboxer!kuna #sukuna x reader

yenayaps

Lust for Life

pairing: ex-boyfriend!suguru x f!reader

synopsis: in the time you've loved him, you've learned he's stubborn at best and possessive at worst. maybe even a little unhinged when you take the time to think about it, which is why you don't, you'll just start to miss him all over again. you'd think a couple years away from each other would change the oddly thrilling dynamic between you two, but you're proven wrong once he's back in your orbit

genre/warnings: exes to lovers, smut, angst, profanity, slight yandere behavior from suguru, reader loves pushing his buttons and pulling that side out of him, the type of exes that everyone bets on how long it'll take for them to get back together lol, wc: 6.4k!!

if you’ve asked to be tagged and didn’t get notified of this update, im not ignoring you, I just have yet to make the tag list 😭

m.list | part one | next part

Can you not be fucking boring and get your ass over here already?

So? You’ll have two whole days to rest after.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get your ass over here, I miss my friend.

You already knew it in your soul that Shoko already had more than a few drinks in her when she decided she’d ignore your initial decline last week, treating it more like maybe, instead of the definitive answer it absolutely was. But like she said, you’re her friend and you miss her too, so you dragged your ass to her condo, ditching your original plans of staying at home and binge watching your favorite show with a glass of your favorite wine in hand.

Now you’re here, catching up with long time friends with a tequila sunrise instead. Maybe you were being a little dramatic and boring earlier, forgetting that you’d start to loosen up and have a good time after a couple sips. Not that you’d blame yourself, work has been stressful, straight up kicking your ass at some points this month too.

You tell Kento all about it, because he’s probably one of the very few people that’ll understand the stress your job puts you through. Both of you just so happen to work in PR, constantly having to put out fires, most of the time there’s multiple fires blazing all at once.

#i love it when reader calls him out #they rrly match each others freak #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader

liahcharms

and baby, you're all that I want

When Marquis Gojo Satoru goes missing after the bloody fight, the entire empire is in uproar! Until his loyal soldiers accidentally discover him living in a small village working as a... noodle seller? And he has a wife?!

pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

content/warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, inspired by drama, Gojo yearns to have a family, domestic life he deserves, pregnancy, marriage

WC: 5.5k

a/n: loosely inspired by Chinese drama Pursuit of Jade 逐玉！

idk who the artist is, pls help!

Two men walked through plains and meadows under the scorching, merciless sun. Their full armour weighed heavily on tired shoulders, and horses were getting more tired each day. They barely had any water, and milky buns long gone stale, with their usual soft dough crumpling under their touch.

They've been looking for their general for six months already, with the hunt being fruitless from the very start. Marquis Gojo Satoru fell on the battlefield alone, with all his other soldiers getting bowled like wild deer. Since that cursed night – no one has seen him. The most powerful general in the entire empire, with the emperor himself paying in pure silver just to find his most precious warrior.

That's why Suguru – his strategist – and Nanami – most devoted general – decided to walk the vast plains of the empire, just to find their Marquis. He wasn't dead, surely, as not many things could hurt his almost divine body. As if created by the Jade Emperor himself.

Built like a boar, with the strength of a thousand men, Gojo Satoru was the strongest one in the whole empire. Surely he must've been kept hidden, with hundreds of men trying to conceal the Marquis from the world and use him as a future leverage.

Could someone from a traitorous clan kidnap him?

Maybe his wounds after the fight were truly too severe, and he just wasn't strong enough to break free?

Whatever the reason was, Suguru and Nanami were dead-set on finishing their mission.

After a half day of walking, they stepped down the mountain, following a gentle brook that let their horses drink to the brim. Both men cleaned themselves up a bit and ate last, stale buns, dreaming of having even a simple bowl of noodles.

Thus, imagine how joyous they were upon seeing a little village, hidden deep between the mountains with nothing but tall trees and a wide river spinning through it. If Suguru didn't lift his head up while drinking from the brook, surely he wouldn't notice it. Low, wooden roofs were almost fully obscured by lush forest, and nothing but a gentle, white smoke curled around some dirty chimneys.

#beautiful #gojo x reader

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౨ৎ your daughter not recognising satoru after a haircut (repost)

you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

he’d been threatening to for weeks, though. “it’s too hot,” he’d whine, flopping onto the couch, long white strands falling into his mouth. or “i’m basically shedding,” while brushing out his ends with your comb. always followed by: “i’m cutting it all off, you won’t even recognize me.”

you always hum, unconvinced. “you’d never survive the heartbreak.”

turns out, you were right—just not your heartbreak.

it starts the second he walks through the front door. he’s grinning, proud of himself, sunglasses still pushed up into his now much shorter hair. you don’t even get the chance to greet him because your daughter—the sweet little toddler that she is—just stares.

like he’s an intruder.

“…hi,” he says, smile twitching a little.

her tiny brows scrunch up.

then she points. “mommy? who’s that.”

you blink. look at gojo. look back at her.

“baby,” you start gently, already smiling, “that’s daddy.”

her nose scrunches. “nuh uh.”

gojo’s voice jumps an octave “excuse me?”

#he's never getting a buzzcut again LMFAO #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader

indiewritesxoxo

how to baby trap marry your best friend!

best friend or baby daddy, one thing's for sure, you're not getting rid of him!

pairings: bsf!Geto x f!Reader

content: MDNI, smut and fluff and light angst, modern AU, mutual pining, heavy yearning, they want each other BAD, friends-to-lovers-to-parents, unprotected piv sex, mating press, creampie, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), lots of teasing and tension, taking pictures during sex, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy/marriage, cravings, reader is a lil insecure, Suguru adores her anyway, short Gojo cameo, protective/possessive dilf!Suguru lol, idiots in love

part of this wikihow collab with @neovillains, art by @captainsalsaa divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !

Step one?

Comfort you after you dumped yet another boyfriend.

Or maybe the first step had been one he never meant to take. Falling in love with the girl who pulled on his ponytail on the playground at age five. And at twenty-five? He fell even harder at the thought of what sort of face you'd make if he pulled your hair now, if you'd throw him a glare or a laugh, maybe pout your pretty lips at him before he bent you over his kitchen counter and -

"Suguru," You giggled, glancing over your shoulder, a playful glint shimmering in your eyes as you nudged his side. "Are you actually drunk?"

On you, maybe.

"No," He murmured, a cold hand finding your hip, an excuse, really, to pull you closer, press your body between his and the marble edge of the countertop as he reached over your head to grab the bowls he started keeping on the top shelf so you'd need his help grabbing them.

He caught the way your breath hitched in your throat, spine going stiff for a second, before relaxing into him like it was second nature by now, your head tilting to twist back against his chest and look up at him.

"You don't seem very heartbroken to me," He dryly commented, to which you just made a noncommittal hm, blinking a few times.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah?" He murmured, a little lost in your proximity, how right it felt for your back to be against his chest. "If he lost you, he must be a fucking idiot."

"Oh?" You giggled. "You know, he actually said we were in love with each other?"

"And? Are you in love with me?" Suguru teased, setting the bowls down to cage you in closer, his hand cutting off your chance at wiggling away when it landed on the counter, the fingers on your hips gripping a little tighter, wrinkling your dress.

Wishful thinking or not, he could almost feel the heat in your cheeks from here, your eyes crinkling when you just shrugged.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" You hummed, eyes flickering from his down to his lips, like you wanted to watch him reply, or maybe, hopefully, something more.

The game of pulling each other in just to push each other away at the last second still in swing after two decades.

"Whatever you want," Suguru shrugged back, the steady pop pop pops! of the kernels on the stove filling the background, the half-empty bottle of wine waiting to be polished off perched between two glasses. Yours was nearly full, but there were only a few drops left in his, despite drinking being your idea.

Showing up at his door on a Saturday night, gift bag in hand with tissue paper sticking out, wearing your favorite little sundress, cardigan hanging off your shoulders when you grinned up at him and asked if you could crash for a couple days.

"Boo," You did pout, and he hoped your proximity to his heart didn't mean you could hear it actually skipping a beat. "What if I want you to pick?"

He wished you only wanted him, period.

You stared sometimes and he could feel it there, simmering underneath your smile and living in the lines on your face. But you were always dating some other dark-haired asshole or he'd find himself in someone else's bed (who always looked a little too much like you, sharing the same shade of hair or the shape of your eyes). Living off of lingering touches and secret jokes and the moments where the boundaries blurred, where you'd be snuggled against his side or a kiss on the cheek would stray closer to the corner of your mouth instead.

Both of you waiting for the day the other one accepted defeat, conceded victory and came clean about the festering feelings you shared.

"Fine," He sighed, moving the pot to a different burner, flicking the heat off before taking off the lid, having to smack your hand away before you could snag a still-hot piece from the top before he could add any popcorn salt. "Just go sit down before you manage to burn yourself, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, poking his side before pouring more wine in his glass, carrying both over to the coffee table, too distracted watching him to pay attention to where you were walking, the corner catching your leg and sending you stumbling.

He would laugh at you later.

But now?

He was dropping the bowl back to the counter, hurrying over to help you up, your dress soaked and stained, clinging to your body, broken shards of glass littering the wooden floor.

"Shit, Sugu, I'm sorry," You frowned, chewing on your bottom lip as you pinched the sticky fabric away from your chest. But he caught the little glint in your eyes, the way one corner of your mouth involuntarily tugged up, like maybe you'd done it on purpose.

"Careful," He sighed, grabbing you by the waist to move you away from the safety hazard just to take your wrist anyway after he set you back down, pulling you down the hall to his room. "I'll throw that in the wash. You can just wear one of my shirts."

Sure, you already had a drawer full of your clothes at his place. But you both knew you'd rather wear something of his anyway.

"You're not mad, are you?" You asked, your face still scrunched up in disappointment when he pushed open the bedroom door.

"When have I ever been mad at you?"

He wanted to be, sometimes. When you introduced him to a new guy who would check out other girls when he should be thanking the fucking stars you even looked at him. When he thought about the time you got a little too wasted on your birthday a few years ago and kissed him in the backseat of a taxi just to forget the next morning. But the hurt could never hold it's shape, the anger could never set in, not when the need for you had engraved itself in his bones, to see you smile and hear your laugh at his jokes. No matter how much it ached to watch you offer yourself to others who didn't even see you.

Suguru went to grab a t-shirt off a hanger, glancing over his shoulder at you to find - fuck.

You already stripped out of your dress, perched pretty on the edge of his bed and staring at him almost innocently, your head tilted to the side as if to ask 'what?'

#had me on a chokehold holy fuck #geto x reader

indiewritesxoxo

This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾

ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig

Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.

He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?

This was, uh, new.

"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.

You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.

"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.

You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.

There was no fucking way he was-

The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.

Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.

Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.

"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.

Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.

A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.

The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.

Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.

It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.

Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.

Shit.

"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.

You were so going to get him back later.

He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.

You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.

The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.

"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.

You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.

"I got the job."

#i think i'm dead #nanami kento #nanami x reader #had me on a chokehold holy fuck

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SATOSUGU X READER FIC RECS // mdni!

getting caught - @/nanaslutt

two for one - @/madamechrissy

good girls go to heaven - @/cumironi

threes a crowd - @/gojonanami

porn stars - @/webism

yakuza fiancé - @/gojonanami

study sessions - @/storusangel

government hooker!? - @/screampied

raspberry leaves - @/sunmoonjune

eiffel tower - @/nanaslutt

eiffel tower pt2 - @/nanaslutt

pervs - @/madamechrissy

double stuffed - @/peachedtv

twice the trouble - @/satoruhour

cold ice popsicle! - @/cumironi

roach - @/obsesssedblerd

good grief, suguru! - @/ohimsummer

come rest your bones next to me - @/twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

spoiled little girlfriend - @/cumironi

one, two, three (it’s not only you and me) - @/justrustandstardust

home - @/delulustateofmind

rivalry - @/nanaslutt

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

#fic rec #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #satosugu x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

sugurusbadhabit

mdni 18+

You and Suguru terrify Satoru in a way that makes his dick hard, especially when you're mad at each other. Resting bitch faces turned up to 1000, sharp words thrown each other's way, fighting each other for his affection.

So, really, it's not his fault when you two come home from a long mission at each other's throats and his cock immediately starts chubbing up in his sweats.

"Fuck off, Suguru, fuck," you curse, stepping through the front door and directly into Satoru's arms, burying your face in his chest, your arms tight around his middle.

Suguru is hot on your heels, rolling his eyes at your dramatics, dropping the bags in his hands heavily on the floor. "I'd love if you'd stop blaming me for things out of my control," he says, sarcasm dripping from each word. He's quick to mimic your actions, wrapping his arms around Satoru from behind so he can continue glaring at you from over his shoulder.

Satoru fights down a smile, hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your face up and press a kiss to your forehead. "How can I make it better, angel?" he asks, lips still close enough to brush your skin.

"I want to shower, eat and sleep. In that order." Your chin bumps against his sternum as you speak, eyes drooping from how exhausted you are because you had to deal with Suguru with no middleman for three days of the mission. "And most importantly, I want your husband to stop pissing me off."

#phew/pos #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader

satoruswetgf

streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.

“hey,” you hum softly, walking over like it’s nothing.

the chat explodes and he doesn’t even glance at it.

voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL?????? angelmilk: she’s so pretty what 😭 gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK

“oh my fuck,” he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.

you don’t question it—you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like it’s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.

“you look so gooooood,” he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered he’s live.

his hand doesn’t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like he’s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.

the twitch chat is going insane.

you notice quickly

you’re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. “what are they saying?”

“nothing important,” he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.

too late.

you squint, reading out loud, confused, “I usually skip this part…?” your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. “what does that mean?” and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.

torus breath catches, just barely but enough.

you’re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. “wait, there’s more—”

his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.

grounding.

his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like he’s trying to anchor himself. “hey,” he says suddenly, sharper now—directed at the screen.

the chat floods faster.

softgirlcult: she’s literally clueless this is insane domainexpansionTHIS: “i usually skip this part” LMAOOOOOO gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT

he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.

“alright, that’s enough,” he says, tone lazy. “don’t read that stuff,” he murmurs, voice softer now.

you blink, looking back at him. “I was just asking—”

“don’t worry about them,” he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.

chat? forgotten.

game? paused.

and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.

megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up sukunaIRL: move chat i’m watching this KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin

no reproduction, translation, reposting, or Al use (including feeding into Al platforms or bot creation) is permitted without my permission.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #streamer!jo #gojo x reader

sweethearticism

──── HE ATE MY HEART ₎ა ˙˖

♡ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒 :: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⌗ blackmail, dacryphilia, creampie

it's only been a few days since you fucked the man you're trying to put behind bars. but here he is, showing up with a bouquet and that charming smile. you have to tell him that it was just a one time thing, even if your heart and body couldn't care less about protocol. but. . . he doesn't seem to appreciate your answer. did you think it was just about the sex?

⌗ wc : 5.7k

ᝰ.☆ cws : serial killer au :: violent descriptions ( nothing graphic ) :: obsessive satoru :: blackmail(ish) :: dacryphilia :: creampie :: fingering :: penetrative sex :: rough sex :: messy sex :: multiple orgasms :: cervix fucking :: degradation :: unprotected sex :: recordings :: choking ( hand/bicep ) :: dumbification :: degradation :: overstimulation :: satoru is down bad

ᝰ.☆ sweetheart : i've been waiting for this all of october eek!

There were three forms of justice. Distributive, retributive and restorative.

But what the hell was this?

Your legs ached. Each strained muscle throbbed with a reminder of your sin. You abandoned the counter and disregarded your manners as you dragged yourself from the kitchen to the foyer. Whoever rang the door at 8pm would have to deal with your nightgown. Self respect was hurled out the window a few nights back, and she struggled to creep back in.

Certificates lined the hallways. Your degrees and masters of Law and Prosecution that once peered at you with pride for one of Japan's best. For the woman who put titles like Gaikan Tecchisen and Jihei Endonka behind bars.

Now loomed with disdain dripping from their ink. They mocked you. Had Lady Justice taught you nothing? To turn the blind eye and not take the law into your own hands.

You did more than that. You fell into his hands. The best met the presently most notorious.

They called him The Ripper's Successor.

A prolific serial killer. Accused— no. You refused to give him the benefit. Alleged, accused, any other description that shifted the blame or hinted to even a sliver of possibility that the man was innocent was nonsense.

Twenty five.

Twenty five women, dead. Many would say 'at least it's only twenty five' or 'compared to others?'

Jack the Ripper only murdered five. Not even a quarter of this— so why was he named one of the world's worst? His methods. His manners. The malice alone mounted to malevolence not many could match. His identity was never confirmed, but you imagined his eyes were those same cold flames that stared at you from across the court room.

Gojo Satoru kept the brutality and quintupled the number.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader

sweethearticism

──── BUT I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH JUDAS, BABY ₎ა ˙˖

♡ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏 :: 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐅.𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ⌗ humiliation, power imbalance

it's been a year since your ex left the jujutsu society behind to stand beside his new lover, sukuna. together the strongest sorcerers wreck havoc, leaving you desperately trying to fill gojo satoru's shoes as the second best. until a mission goes south and you're suddenly on your knees before a king, with satoru eager to show you just how much he misses you. . . and what you're missing out on.

⌗ wc : 8.8k

ᝰ.☆ cws : canon divergent :: trueform!sukuna :: defected!satoru :: sukugo x reader :: blood :: reader gets hurt :: slight angst :: so much yearning :: humiliation :: power imbalance :: jealousy :: manhandling :: dirty talk :: praise :: slight degradation :: body worship :: f. oral :: orgasm denial :: fingering :: m. oral :: deep-throating :: hair pulling :: choking :: kuna tummy mouth oral :: tongue-fucking :: overstim :: size difference :: penetrative sex :: rough sex :: belly bulge :: creampie :: riding :: sukuna fucks you both :: switch!toru :: kuna & reader competing lol

ᝰ.☆ sweetheart : and thus kinktober comes to a close <3

In order for there to be good, there must be evil. And when there's evil, good will rise up against it. No matter the circumstance. No matter the loss. No matter the cost. Good will always find a way.

But what happened when evil looked like his eyes?

The same murky maroon that stole your blue?

You've stared evil in the face since the day you opened your eyes. Cursed spirits reeked with humanity's most sinister sins and darkest desires. As a sorcerer, you took up the duty to stand face-to-face with some of the greatest evils known to the world.

But his eyes.

His eyes.

Hell reigned supreme. Echoed with the screams of the damned and the promises for desolation. The truest testament to twisted, vile evil.

Yet still. Still. The one who was once called the greatest good, the Honoured One— The Strongest.

Chose. Him.

The shrine's air permeated with miasma. Pungent, fragrant, like a poisonous perfume that flared your nostrils. Your lungs withered and curled around your heart. A feeble attempt to save you from the wicked fate you twisted in.

Those glaring, amused eyes loomed over you. Dilated with several ideas on how to break his 'new toy', you're sure.

Knees dug into wooden floors, dark by nature or perhaps the blood of the jujutsu world stained in the timber. Chains locked around your wrists, but they were a feather compared to the weight of the burden you struggled on your shoulders every day.

The New Strongest.

The title was a bitter fruit on your tongue.

It wasn't earned. It was shirked. Dropped onto your head like a crown of thorns, so that you bled for this shattering world the way he had. Balancing the earth on your shoulders was already a difficult feat— but with the added destruction that swept across every direction? With the crumbling bearings of a once imperfect world now turning to dust under the thumbs of the one who swore to protect it and the one who changed his mind?

You weren't a saviour. You were a doomed martyr.

"So, this is the supposed strongest?"

The damned, the cursed, the fallen— Ryomen Sukuna spoke above you, but you barely flinched. Even as a claw crooked beneath your chin with threats bladed in its sharpness.

#gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #gojo satoru x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #satoru gojo x reader #true form sukuna x reader #HELL YEAH #had me on a chokehold holy fuck

sweethearticism

──── THAT BOY IS A MONSTER ! ₎ა ˙˖

♡ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎 :: 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐅.𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⌗ somnophilia, breeding

only days away from being wed to a man you loathe. you accept, this is your duty as a powerful clan's heiress after all. but your lover just has to stake his claim on you one last time. lover? or your clan's worst enemy?

⌗ wc : 2.2k

ᝰ.☆ cws : trueform sukuna :: arranged marriage :: enemies turned lovers :: historical sexism :: somnophilia :: penetrative sex :: cervix fucking :: overstimulation :: multiple orgasms :: breeding :: creampie :: rough sex :: risky sex

ᝰ.☆ sweetheart : clawed this idea from the depths of my soul

Duty and comfort rarely shook hands. As the only female heir to the renowned Fugiwara Clan, you knew this all too well.

Duty was a blade you carried with pride. Your head held high. Your spine straight despite the weight of expectation crowned on your head. Proving yourself had become your livelihood. To other clans, to elders, even to your own parents. Duty was the blood in your veins and woke you from bed every morning.

Comfort? Well, if duty was the blade, comfort is what you should have struck it with.

It wasn't a book, or a warm meal, or even the silk wrapped around you in the dead of night— no, comfort was a contrast to all that you were.

It was a behemoth. A being so dreadful, your clan called it two-faced. Comfort was the warmth of four arms wrapped tight around you. Of a voice deeper than the seventh layer of hell, yet only ever gentle for you. Comfort was lips that kissed and hid sharp canines that wouldn't ever dare to break your flesh.

Tonight, comfort was your lonely futon. If you could even consider it such.

You tossed and turned with the heavy realisation that this would be your last night here. In your blankets, in your futon, in your room. Freedom slipped with the hours, and by daybreak you would be considered not the Fugiwara heir, but a bride.

Duty snared comfort after all.

#sukuna x reader #jjk smut #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #phew /pos

fricks

"how are you a virgin and this perverted?" ☆

your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.

you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"

without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."

"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"

"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"

"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"

"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"

no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.

you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.

so this —suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.

or wet at all, really.

"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."

geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."

you frown. "you know?"

"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."

"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."

"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding ? really?"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.

"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."

"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."

"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."

god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."

"it's a little funny."

"fuck you."

"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."

the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.

"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."

"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.

"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."

you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.

"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"

your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.

"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."

suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends ."

holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.

"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"

"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."

you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.

his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:

one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.

not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh , you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.

" he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments. "

suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.

"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."

you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.

"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"

"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.

"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."

"keep reading."

you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.

"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."

you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.

"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"

he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.

your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.

suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.

serves him right.

and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

"better than reading about it?" he asks.

"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."

"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.

"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.

"yeah? try me."

"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."

"ha. shut the fuck up."

this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this

part two here bestfriend!geto masterlist here

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #suguru geto smut #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader

iamsoclone

I Do It All For You

꒷꒦pairing꒦꒷ serial killer!Gojo x detective fem!reader

꒷꒦cw꒦꒷ NSFW, 18+ MDNI—(oh boy, here we go) modern AU, angst and smut and despair, explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of death and torture, so much blood (it's messy), moral quandaries, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, abduction, drugging, plotting & betrayal, heavy on the dub-con, mind fucking/breaking, choking (out hehe), slapping, knife play, (very) inappropriate use of firearms, dirty talk (threats count as dirty talk right?), 'make it fit' trope (big dick nerd mmm), fingering, face fucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, sex with a dead body in the room, p0rn with a dose of murderous plot, obsessive and possessive and very yandere nerd gojo, he's a walking red flag and reader is kind of a freak as usual.

꒷꒦summary꒦꒷ the nerd in forensics has always been on your radar. everything about him is too crafted to be genuine. so you've always got your eye on gojo. the same can be said for him, but he’s just watching your back! you have a nasty habit of getting stalked by people who definitely aren't him. but it's mutually beneficial. you don't get murdered by the scorned, ex-con stalkers you've put away, and gojo gets another killer to bleed dry. you really are perfect for each other. but things are going off the rails this time around, and you finally see gojo for what he truly is. maybe you should have stopped looking so hard, but it's too late for maybe now.

꒷꒦a/n꒦꒷ this got out of hand so fast wow, but Dexter and Gojo? i couldn't stop, so now this is fat and absolutely filthy. it's still kinktober tho, right?┃art in the header by @/savoryjump on insta, dividers by @/cafekitsune, @/anitalerina, and @/sister-lucifer ꒷꒦w/c꒦꒷ 17.5k (holy shit, i swear its worth it T_T)

All the usual familiar faces greeted Gojo as he strolled out from the elevator, a box in one hand and a sugary coffee in a to-go cup from the cafe just down the block.

He flashed a smile, crooked and charming and with a few more teeth than typical for him at 8 AM, but he couldn’t help it. Gojo was in a great mood. How could he not be? He not only did the department a huge favor last night, but Tokyo as a whole.

“Good morning, Gojo!” A freshly promoted officer greeted him, wide-eyed and eager. Her uniform pressed, bright blue hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and a folder in hand as she walked through the open glass doors. “The lab had the results ready for that hair sample. I brought it up with me, figured I could save you the trip down!” She held the folder up in one hand with a smile as she kept pace with him.

Gojo glanced her way as he stopped to let a few people grab a pastry from the pastel pink box in his hand. They greeted him with distracted murmurs, eyeing the box for a favorite.

She was a new face around the department, and Gojo was already a little poor at keeping track of names. It’s one of the few things that made him both feel a little more human, and somehow even more removed from normalcy. It was a flaw, one of many, but in a different way than most of his. He should remember names; being remembered makes people feel a personal connection, like they matter. It disarms them.

When Gojo smiled at her, he made sure it reached his eyes, coming off warmer and more genuine that way. “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you. But, uh,” He glanced up towards the desks, a few still empty with officers and detectives off duty or having not arrived yet, and gestured to one with the hand holding his coffee. “I’m not the one to do any favors for. That’s who you should probably be grabbing paperwork for.”

Right on time—no, you'd have been there for at least an hour if he gauged the time by how your desk was littered with folders and a few open boxes. Your head propped up on one hand as your eyes darted up and down from your monitor to a page. Maybe you pulled another all-nighter, you were in different clothes, but they were already rumpled like you’d been in that fitted button-down for a few hours already. Critical and sharp eyes a little tired. But that’s how it always was when you were on the precipice of a break, especially on a case as big as the one he knew you were working on.

“The sergeant?” Officer whats-her-face asked, looking from you to Gojo again. “She didn’t want any help, I already asked.” She said sheepishly, and Gojo’s smile got a little wider.

“Yeah, that sounds like her.”

#holy cow #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere

satsugo

୨୧ postpartum. the baby’s asleep. gojo misses you — all of you. mlist

i wanted this to feel like healing and hunger at the same time — soft praise, quiet obsession, and the kind of love that worships stretch marks and leaking skin. to anyone who’s ever felt unseen after giving everything: this one’s for you ♡

gojo satoru x reader

minors do not interact. this piece is intended for 18+ audiences. contains the following: postpartum body discussion, lactation kink, oral (fem receiving), soft obsession/yandere undertones, extreme tenderness, possessive praise, emotional vulnerability, and light breeding talk.

The baby is finally asleep.

Swaddled tight in his bassinet, little sighs puffing from his nose. One hand peeking out, tiny fingers twitching in dreamland.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you sit down. A soft blanket draped over your lap. Shirt still unbuttoned from the last feed. Your body aches — warm and sore, stretched and softened in places you’re still learning to accept.

The apartment is quiet.

Until you hear the soft pad of bare feet and the quiet click of the bathroom door opening. Gojo steps out, shirtless, damp towel slung around his neck, hair dripping in soft silver waves. He smells like soap and warmth and everything safe. But the look in his eyes?

Starving.

He sees you — shirt rumpled, breast slightly exposed, stretch marks tracing your hips, belly still swollen and tender — and stops cold in the doorway. His expression shifts, like something in his chest just cracked open.

“...You’re fucking stunning.”

You scoff under your breath, self-conscious. “I haven’t even showered. I smell like spit-up and milk. My hair—”

“Stop.”

His voice cuts through, low and rough — like it hurts him to hear you speak that way about yourself.

He walks over slow. Like you’re sacred. Like he’s afraid to touch something so breakable.

Then he kneels in front of you, both hands coming to rest gently on your thighs, warm and grounding. His thumbs rub slow, reverent circles into your skin.

“Do you even know what you’ve done?” he whispers, looking up at you like you hung the damn stars. “You made our son. With your body. You carried him, fed him, loved him. Every single part of you right now—” his palm smooths over your belly, still soft, still healing “—is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your throat tightens. You blink hard, trying not to cry.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you whisper.

He smiles. Kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

“I already did,” he murmurs. “You should’ve seen me holding him in the hospital. I was a wreck.”

You laugh softly, burying your face in his damp hair as he leans in.

But when his lips trail lower—down your neck, across your collarbone, brushing the swell of your breast—you feel it. That familiar ache. That low, pulsing need you’ve ignored for weeks.

His hand slides under the blanket, up your belly. His thumb grazes under the curve of your breast, then stills.

“You’re leaking,” he whispers, gaze fixed on the tiny droplet forming at your nipple.

Your breath catches.

“I should go pump—”

“No,” he says, voice husky. “Don’t move.”

“Toru—what are you—”

“Let me.”

Before you can argue, his lips wrap around your nipple. Tongue warm, mouth soft and full. He licks the droplet away, then sucks — gentle, slow, reverent.

A gasp escapes you.

The stimulation is instant — not just physical, but deep, like something in you that’s been aching finally gives way. You whimper, thighs twitching beneath the blanket as he nurses with slow, deliberate care. Not for milk — but for you.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmurs, switching sides. “You were made for this. Look at you. Feeding our baby… and still tasting so sweet.”

Your fingers thread into his hair, the other hand gripping the edge of the blanket. Your whole body trembles, not from exhaustion this time — from the low burn of pleasure spreading under your skin.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper.

He looks up, lips wet, pupils dark.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he replies. “Every night you held him, every time you fell asleep in that rocking chair—I wanted you so bad I couldn’t fucking breathe.”

He rises slowly and lifts you like you weigh nothing.

“Toru—wait—”

“I know,” he murmurs. “You’re healing. I’m not gonna rush you.”

He lays you down gently, blanket falling away. Presses soft, patient kisses to your thighs. His mouth trails lower, until his tongue grazes your skin with aching tenderness.

“I just wanna love you,” he breathes. “Every inch. Every part. Nothing rough. Just this.”

Then he devours you — slow, deep, worshipful.

His hands grip your hips but never hold tight. His tongue moves with precision and reverence, drawing soft cries from your lips and tremors from your thighs. You try to stay quiet — the baby — but it’s no use. He’s too good. He always is.

When you come, it’s with a sobbed-out breath, your fingers curled into his hair, your chest shaking with relief.

He kisses your inner thigh, then crawls up beside you and gathers you into his arms.

One hand finds your breast again. His thumb gently strokes another tiny stream of milk.

“You’re gonna hate me for saying this,” he mutters, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“What now?”

He grins.

“…I already wanna knock you up again.”

You swat his shoulder. “Satoru—”

“I’m serious,” he hums against your neck. “I wanna fill you again. Watch you grow. Glow. Leak. Carry.”

“You’re absolutely insane.”

“Nah. I’m just in love,” he says. “Obsessed. And never getting over this body.”

He glances at the bassinet, where your son sighs in his sleep.

“We made him. With this.” His hand slides down to stroke your belly. “So yeah… I want more. As many as you’ll give me.”

You sigh, still catching your breath, still glowing from his touch.

“…Give me at least six months.”

His eyes gleam, wicked.

“Deal. But I’m not pulling out once.”

#gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #So lovely #had me on a chokehold holy fuck

summerdiphylleia

the intimacy of knives: masterlist

pairing: aerion targaryen x wife!oc , daeron targaryen x oc

Clarice cleared her throat. “I can’t reach my feet,” she said simply. Aerion stared at her. He looked at her feet, then at her face. His expression flickered between irritation, disgust, and then something else. Something swift and sharp and much too vulnerable that he buried before it could settle into his features. Aerion let out a short, humorless breath. “Pathetic,” He dropped to one knee.

Chapter I: The dynamics of love

Chapter II: The colour of spilled blood

Chapter III: A stage for the Seven

Chapter 3.5 : I've had some tricks up my sleeve

Chapter IV: I kneel and I feel nothing but stone

Chapter V: And despite myself I am going to miss you

Chapter 5.5: I've dreamed of you, Clarice of the Eyrie (Part I)

Chapter 5.5: I've dreamed of you, Clarice of the Eyrie (Part II)

Chapter VI: The river always finds its way

Chapter VII: The Lord of the Vale

Chapter VIII: We could share a kiss under the weeping willow

Chapter IX: If I blink you might disappear again

Chapter 9.5: I like you best with a blade against my throat

Chapter X: But in time all flowers face the sun

snippets:

girl dad!aerion

modern!AU—academic rivals aerion/clarice

a/n : reply here to be added to the taglist!

warnings: sex, violence, cheating

#aerion targaryen #aerion brightflame #daeron targaryen #house targaryen #knight of the seven kingdoms #aerion targaryen x original female character #aerion targaryen x reader

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