noona

gojo’s only real wife btw tt: noonawrites

[ohhyeoni]

── .✦ i write the fantasies you dream about to fall asleep.

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NOONA ✦; she :: 8teen :: fanfiction writer :: student :: full time wife of satoru gojo ᰔ

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[paperellina]

toji adores the way his silly girl sleeps ♡ (rough toji x chubby reader)

toji thinks you sleep like somebody knocked you over and left you there, theres literally never any dignity to it.

one night he walks into the bedroom and finds you fully face down across the mattress, cheek smashed between two pillows, legs hanging off the edge like you slid outta the sky and landed wrong. another night youre asleep sitting up against the headboard with your arms folded like you were trying to stay awake and lost the fight halfway through.

and the soft little snores? jesus chris, they damn near kill him. and tonight is especially bad.

youre twisted up in the blankets wearing one of his old shirts, hair all over the place, mouth barely open while these tiny sleepy snores puff out every few seconds, your body limp like a heavy sack somebody dropped onto the bed, and toji just stands there staring for a long moment, big frame blocking the doorway, work jacket still half on, keys hanging from one finger while this deeply pained look settles over his face.

"…look at this damn girl." he mutters under his breath, to which you just snore louder and nuzzle deeper into the pillow. he snorts.

"...nah," he mutters, already moving toward the bed. "nah, cmere."

the mattress dips hard under his weight before both his hands grab at you at once, rough palms squeezing into your sides and thighs while he drags your limp body across the sheets toward him. you let out this weak sleepy whine without waking up properly, face still half buried in the pillow while he manhandles you around like an oversized stuffed animal.

"..toji," you mumble.

"yeah, yeah" he grumbles, visibly irritated by how cute you sound. "quit sleepin all stupid."

youre barely awake and somehow still trying to curl into him, warm and heavy against his chest while he sits there holding you with this tortured expression like hes suffering through it, and then you snore directly against his neck.

"..oh, you gotta be kiddin me," he mutters.

his grip tightens instantly after that, big hands squeezing at your soft sides hard enough to make you squirm in your sleep while he buries his face against your cheek with a rough groan.

you respond by drooling a little on his collarbone, and toji looks up at the ceiling for a long moment like hes asking god for strength, then he leans down and bites your cheek because the cuteness aggression youre giving him is way too much now.

"there," he mutters against your skin afterward, still holding you tight against him.

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[doviled-deactivated20260813]

neighbour higuruma loves to watch you masturbate through your bedroom window.

the first time was an accident. higuruma had just arrived home after a long day of work, shoulders heavy and eyes barely holding themselves open. a flash of light had caught his attention—you, his neighbour, light bracketing you as you pass your window in nothing but a small, lacy bra. his attention caught like a fly to honey, he’d found himself a slave to his own desires as he laid witness to your nightly routine. he’d watched you pull yourself apart, and wished it was his hands putting you back together.

it quickly becomes the small pleasure that lights up his day. he feels disgusting every time—he knows he should tell you, knows that he should stop looking. it’s invasive in a way that makes him sick to think of others doing the same to him. you’d hate him if you knew.

he watches anyway. it rapidly integrates itself into his nightly routine. he works until the sun has dipped below the horizon. he returns home with an unending ache in his back, a throbbing pain in his fingers, an iron weight around his heart. then he sheds his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and settles down on the armchair in his living room and watches as your bedroom light highlights your silhouette.

you always look so beautiful like that. you prance around your apartment in your underwear, lit up by the warm lights you always keep on. every time you retreat to your bedroom, he feels like it’s a show just for him. you grab a toy—this time a vibrator—and look down at it for just long enough for him to get a glimpse. when you lie down on your bed, arching your back and stretching indecently, he knocks his knees slightly wider.

you’re beautiful. you always take it so slow to start, tracing meaningless patterns around your breasts, your thighs, streaks of sensation beneath feather-light fingertips. he palms over himself idly, watching with heavy breaths. by the time you dip between your folds, fingers sliding easily, he’s hard enough to carve stone from the wait. you really know how to tease. he frees his cock from his pants as you spread your thighs wider, tracing slowly around your clit. he rubs his thumb over his cock as you arch on a gasp, fingers pressing with more pressure. when you finally bring your vibrator to your core, rubbing it where you’re sensitive, he strokes himself at a pace as steady as it is passionate; a physical means of getting off on the internal high of watching you fall apart. he comes with your name on his lips, a broken groan that tears itself from his chest.

when it’s done, he cleans himself up and watches you disappear into the shower, wishing you a quiet, guilty good night. the sickening clarity after the act almost outweighs the high of watching it. still, come the weekend, he’s out on his balcony talking to you from yours; you giggle at a joke he makes, invite him to come over, and he feigns unfamiliarity like he hasn’t memorised the layout of your apartment from his nights perving through your window. when he returns home, it doesn’t take long for you to pull out a dildo—it doesn’t take much longer for him to notice.

(one night, you’re going to catch him looking and come harder than you have in months. he’ll be so sick with guilt he avoids you for weeks. yet, every night you’ll keep masturbating with your curtains open and your lights on, hoping with a blooming perversion. every night, he’ll find himself watching.)

[claudialynq]

COWBOY TOJIII

Hello another toji art I promise next one is gojo or geto or maybe them both I don’t know yet!!

[ohhyeoni]

cowboy!gojo x naive city girl reader ☆

The day was bright—the sun beat down on your hair with such force that it made your body shudder. ‘So much for wearing a cute dress,’ you thought.

Despite this blazing heat, the town was bustling with an unusual chaos. Shopkeepers were frantically sliding everything off their wooden tables and into boxes for storage. Tamed horses cried out in distress as their stablehands shushed them soothingly, although their calm composure was quickly dissolving.

“What the hell is going on—” Before you could ask the timid florist next to you, the entire road in front of you became abandoned. Windows shut. Doors locked. Livestock stowed away safely. But here you were, your poor arms sore and stacked with shopping bags.

The road was silent. No laughter from children playing nearby. Not even the horses could be heard mewling. It clicked to you then, that something felt wrong, and rifles.

The soft clatter of horsesteps sounded behind you. You didn’t dare to turn around. Whoever it was could shoot you dead right then and there and you’d be fine with it. The light jingling of spur straps got closer and closer to you. ‘God, why did I even come here?’ Can’t a city girl just shop in peace?

“Are ya’ crying?” Your ears perked up like a meercat. A smooth, sultry voice spoke coolly in your ear. A gloved hand trails down to your wrist, where several purple lines were beginning to form due to your… shopping addiction.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” the man smirked. A picture of perfect beauty—cosmic snow white hair and piercing azure eyes that clashed beautifully with the earthy murks of color in the surrounding saloons.

You didn’t think that you were staring for that long, but the beautiful man surely noticed. A long finger tilted your chin up to him. “Damn, you are pretty.”

A red blush rose to your cheeks as you scoffed, tugging your wrist away from him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you spat.

The man’s eyes widened in profound surprise, his lips forming a questioning pout. His eyes trailed down to your dress—ruffled, white, and perfectly hugging your body how it was meant to. Then his eyes followed closely along your neck and décolletage—fine silver jewelry with tiny diamonds studded along the chain.

Something changed in his face when he caught a glimpse of the lacy bra strap peeking out from the top of your dress sleeve. His surprised pout dissolved into a knowing smirk. “You’re not from here, are ya’?”

A cold panic rushed through your spine, your cheeks beginning to heat up. “Why does it matter to you?” you stammered.

“Awe,” he teased. “Cute. It matters to me because you were the only person who didn’t run away when they heard me coming.” Fuck.

Satoru Gojo. The most wanted man in this area. The infamous rebel cowboy who saunters into town whenever he wants just to ravage some measly amount of gold. They weren’t scared of him because he was a thief—it’s because he was dangerous.

The most wanted man. And he was standing so close to you—close enough to smell the peachy rhubarb perfume you spritzed on that morning. “You’re not scared, are you?” he teased, his tone low and sharp.

“N-No,” you mumbled, head facing the ground in a cold panic. Satoru’s lips curled into a smirk again, his hands reaching to just pluck! the shopping bags right out of your hands, and sling them over the white stallion that trotted behind him. Did he really just flirt with me to steal my stuff?!

You turned around to cuss him out, less ladylike than expected, except he wasn’t leaving. He was waiting. “C’mon, get on,” Satoru gestured to his saddle. “I think I know the inn you’re staying at.”

You didn’t know if you should trust him. Your heart beat quickly—so quickly that you thought the heartbeats were visible to him. He nodded to you expectantly, white gloved hand outstretched to guide your steps.

You took his hand bitterly as silent curses left your lips. ‘I might actually die here today,’ you thought.

The white horse eyed you carefully as an overjoyed Satoru lifted you up by the hips onto the saddle. “Hold on tight, okay? I don’t wanna be responsible for some city girl‘s death today,” the cowboy grinned.

You swalled your insult back into your throat upon seeing his flashy, white canines smile at you. He most definitely caught sight of it, and his smirk grew even bigger.

His hand rested mere inches from your waist as he patted the stallion twice to start walking. “So,” he started. “Why’d you come into town today?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

He seemed taken aback by your snappy response. “Y’know… thieving around and such…”

“I seemed like a nice target, huh?” you laughed sheepishly.

Satoru’s face twisted into one of disgust. “Oh, please. What do I need with lacy bras and panties?”

“That’s no way to speak to a lady,” you mumbled, face flushed into a wine red. “Jerk.”

Satoru ignored your temper tantrum and began to whistle an old country tune as he walked next to you, hand on your thigh. The horse trotted to a steady beat, your skirt swaying with every horseshoed step.

The air was fairly humid now, and the sun was as strong as ever. You started to fan yourself quickly, silver bangles clinking as you did.

“Hot.”

“W-What?” you stammered.

The cowboy cocked an eyebrow. “Are you hot?”

“What do you think, genius?”

He chuckled loudly, earning a few stares from the townspeople around. “Let’s go for drinks. My treat.”

The bar Satoru chose was none other than the one your old family friend Toji Fushiguro owned.

It was loud. It smelled like beer and the men laughed like hungry lions. And besides the poor waitress, you were the only woman in there.

Satoru flung the door open like he owned the place, and glanced around at each table with careful consideration. “Garçon! Your best table, please!”

The entire bar went silent. You couldn’t tell if it was because the rebel cowboy whom they called “Six Eyes” was there, or because he managed to lure a naive, spoiled city girl into coming with him.

Satoru rolled his eyes. “I said please, so where the hell is our table—”

“Shut it, you piece of shit.”

“My, my. Look who it is. The only member of the Zenin clan with no inheritance,” Satoru hummed. “Had to open up a bar so you could afford all the women you date, huh?”

Toji stared him down like a hawk. Focused, precise, and deadly. “I said, shut your fuckin’ mouth.” Then, his eyes fell on you.

Toji’s eyes glinted with anger. Satoru’s crazy grin widened as he moved in front of you. “Oh-ho-ho! It’s her! You’re not jealous, are you?”

That earned Satoru a sudden lunge from Toji, but before it got bloody, a silver revolver was cocked right between Toji’s eyebrows. You grabbed Satoru’s gloved hand out of fear, the warmth of his hands radiating through the glove.

“One move and I’ll shoot this place up,” Satoru laughed. His grip around your hand tightened. “Don’t ya’ remember what happened last time?”

Toji didn’t even look at Satoru, no, his dark eyes were pinpointed on you. He spoke to you for the first time right then. “What are you doing with him? Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up?”

Satoru’s hand loosened around yours. What kind of connection did you have with this guy?

“You know this guy?” Satoru muttered, quiet enough for only you to hear, eyes still locked on the man before him.

“Y-Yeah, he’s a family friend…” you mumbled. “I actually came here to visit—”

The revolver suddenly clattered to the wooden floor. Satoru let go of your hand entirely. “I see.”

You didn’t know why his hurt voice made your heart throb so hard. A gloved hand reached around your waist then, fingers squeezing the soft flesh there. You yelped and shot a glare at Satoru, who flashed you a cocky smirk. “I still want your best table. Garçon.”

Toji’s jaw locked in place. “One drink and you leave her alone,” he threatened with underlying anger. “And don’t try to put anything in her drink either. I’m watching you, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Satoru guided you to the back of the bar to the sit-in seats right in front Toji’s counter.

“Can’t believe he made us sit in front of him. Look at him, he looks so angry. He looks like he about to shit himself,” Satoru whispered in your ear.

You laughed loudly, hitting the wooden counter in front of you. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Satoru nodded to the overworked waitress and waved her over. “What do you wanna drink, sugar?” Satoru grinned, leaning his head into his arms.

“Anything is fine.”

He frowned at your answer. “C’mon. You don’t have to be ladylike in front of me, y’know.”

“Okay… I’ll do one soda, please.”

“Make that two,” Satoru said. “Damn, you’re not even allowed to drink soda?”

You shrugged. “The closest thing I get to soda is apple juice.”

Satoru leaned back into his seat, legs manspreading further. “I wanna know more. But before that, tell me something,” he smirked. Your ears perked up.

“You’re single, right?”

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[heartkaji]

nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !

I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !

time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)

gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.

not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.

“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”

“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”

“thank you. it was very hard.”

you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”

satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”

“very petty, baby.”

you frown. it’s been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. he’s been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and it’s really starting to piss you off.

so you block his view.

“look at my fingers, toru,” you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. “i was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.”

he lifts his head—just slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of him—& replies without a beat. “looks pretty, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. “so gorgeous.”

oh, that’s enough.

“toru.”

“hm, baby?”

“kiss me.”

gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldn’t have, because you’re looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.

“we can’t do that right now, sweetheart,” his voice catches. you’re pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. “we’re in public. can you wait for me, angel?”

your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojo’s demise.

“are you ashamed to kiss me in public?” you croak, fake sniffling. “am i that ugly?”

you’re not ugly. you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows you’re doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathing’s all hitched. your shoulders shake like you’re about to sob—

gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.

he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth and—

“ahem.”

you both freeze.

in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide open—is he reading semantic error?

he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.

“this is not a love nest.”

you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when he’s met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.

II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING ❌ NOT WORKING ✅

time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence

⎚-⎚

gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.

an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruiters—lucky him! he’s in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.

you’re supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supported—how could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks he’d feel even more supported if you weren’t bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.

“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity—“

“satoruu,” you coo. “i miss you.”

gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. you’re pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. “i’m right here, sweetheart,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “will you let me focus?”

you nod sweetly, patting his cheek dismissively when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.

“thank you all for coming. i’m honored to have this opportunity to present—“

“satoruu,”

thirteen words this time. fairs.

“yes, sweetheart.”

“my feet hurt,” you state, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, you’re not being totally dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. “how’d this happen, angel…?”

he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: “i got new heels so i’d look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and i’ve ruined everything.”

satoru frowns, but you’re still spiraling. dramatic as always, talking like it’s the end of the world with your eyes glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. but gojo’s heart only goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?

he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. “look at me, baby,” he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like this—hair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though he’s in his finest dress pants. “you didn’t ruin anything, okay baby? look.”

he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. “wear these.”

you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet don’t even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.

“they’re huge, toru,” you tease, twirling around for him to watch. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.

knock knock.

one of satoru’s classmates—nerd #1—peeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. “uh, gojo? they’re ready for you in the boardroom,” he gulps. “you’re up.”

satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. you’re practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you strut around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. they’re in nothing but a pair of socks.

right.

he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. “stay here where it’s warm, okay?”

you’re still admiring yourself in his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. it’s showtime.

——

the faculty is looking at satoru like he’s grown two heads.

have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. he’s standing on the boardroom’s stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they can’t be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.

but gojo doesn’t care. he presents without issue—even though the entire time, his mind is on you.

the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the office—you’ve somehow found music controls for the office’s boombox, and you’re dancing—oh god, you’re dancing—twirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.

satoru’s heart swells. his lip twitches.

gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. he’ll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.

III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORING…

time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoru’s Apartment.

⎚-⎚

“who discovered the americas ?”

“Martin Luther King.”

You are going to fail this exam.

“that’s enough general history today,” gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. you’re tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. “let’s try math. you like math, baby?”

“mhm,” you kiss his jaw. “love it.”

no you don’t. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. “let’s practice some integration…” he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. “okay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?”

your lips tug into a bored frown. “okay,” you lean up to glance at the page, “done.”

he blinks, “done?”

“yes,” you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. “i solved it in my head.”

satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. “baby, you can’t solve integrals in your head.”

“i have a very strong brain.”

satoru prays for some strength of his own. okay—okay. he purses his lip. “so strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?”

you frown in his neck.

“first of all,” you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, “i looked at the numbers.”

“good job.”

“then,” you tug his earlobe, “i got bored.”

“oh.”

satoru sighs—of course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and ‘bored’ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).

you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojo’s not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.

“toru, look at this bag,” you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. “it’s so pink and pretty, just like me.”

“just like you,” he repeats, still staring into the distance.

“wow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,” you kick your feet in his lap. “baby, can i buy it?” you coo, voice sweet.

satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screen—then at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. “baby, you’re supposed to be studying.”

“i am studying,” you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. “i’m studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?”

there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.

you are going to fail your exams.

you haven’t double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.

you are going to fail your exams.

gojo lets you have his card.

you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a ‘get good grades!’ subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.

“thank you, toru!” you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.

gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.

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DISTRACTIONS, end.

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a collection of my green-flag gojo fics where all he wants to be is yours!

ac: @hunnismokah sparkle div cr: @pixopix second div cr: @tsumiinum

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ true love waits starring NERD!GOJO

ꨄ︎ what's mine is yours + what's yours is mine starring BODYSWAPPED!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ sunday morning starring FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!GOJO

ꨄ︎ get stuffed! starring TEACHER!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ snapshots starring CHILDHOOD FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!GOJO

ꨄ︎ marriage material starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ snowed in starring YETI!GOJO

ꨄ︎ cotton candy starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ camgirl starring ROOMMATEGOJO

ꨄ︎ break starring EX-HUSBAND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ second base starring VIRGIN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ the king's cock crown starring EMPEROR!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ chew toy starring DOG HYBRID!GOJO

ꨄ︎ slimed! starring SLIME!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ the aliens are cumming + four dicks, one human starring ALIEN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ dorky guys finish first starring NERD!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ gift wrapped starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ꨄ︎ no. one party anthem starring ROCKSTAR!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ cut your heart in half starring MAGICIAN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ sperm donor of the year starring BEST FRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ coupled up starring YEARING!GOJO

ꨄ︎ cat-fished starring SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID!GOJO

[welaughuntilourribsgettough]

[cheeseboy382]

Meow

[fwrails]

NO college is actually NOT fun because where’s nerd gojo and quarterback toji and plug choso and punk geto and frat sukuna and chair of dept. nanami and assistant prof. shiu & graduate prof. higuruma and—

[ohhyeoni]

part two on choso 🥹

HELP WHY AM I SEEING THIS JUST NOWWW IM SO SORRY BABY

but yes choso part two is in the making 🥹

#iloveyou #sorryfornotresponding #iforgotthisappexisted #ilybae

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choso won’t let you rest after a long day [18+] [masterlist]

the mattress seemed to swallow you whole as it pulled your body down into slumberland. you exhaled deeply upon feeling a sudden looming presence behind you.

“are you mad at me?”

here we go— choso’s nightly mental breakdown. although, you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t absolutely adorable that he felt so deeply about you.

“no, cho. i’m never mad at you,” you sighed with a smile, opening your arms to invite him into your touch. he accepted graciously, a dangerously coaxing pout on his lips.

choso’s lips moved against your neck as he murmured out his complaints for the day.

“you didn’t text today.” he balled up your shirt in his fists.

“choso, honey, what are you talking about? i literally called you today from work.” your boyfriend was definitely feeling extra moody today.

“not enough.” choso whispered with a drowsy sigh. “i want more.”

his head lifted to meet your widened gaze, dark irises boring into yours with a silent but desperate plea.

yours hands instinctively reached for his space buns, fingers gently pulling out the elastics you tied on earlier. tossing them aside, your hands began to massage choso’s scalp with a gentle touch.

and choso? he looked like he was about cum from all the whimpers coming out his mouth.

“don’t stop— hah. right there, yes. hngh—”

your boyfriend’s eyes watered with pleasure, and you genuinely thought he was about to wet his pants from the obscene sounds escaping his mouth.

his large hand came up to grab yours out his hair, bringing it to his face to press a kiss on your knuckles.

a moment of silence passes.

“cho?” you muttered quietly.

no response.

“did you just—”

“i’ll be back.” your boyfriend avoided your curious gaze, making a beeline to the bathroom.

did he— did choso just cum?

you stifled a laugh, watching his hunched body struggle to open the bathroom door. choso’s face was as red as a tomato.

“choso, baby.” you called out sweetly, a giggle threatening to spill out your lips. he stared at you warily, an ashamed countenance on his face.

“fuck. i’m too easy. i’m sorry.” his perfectly pouted lip quivered under your pressuring attitude.

“just get over here, choso.”

he was nuzzled between your thighs on the bed in two seconds flat, face waiting for his one word, one order, one sound— anything he could do to please you.

“are you still hard, cho?” you asked gently.

a shaky breath slipped past his lips, his eyes screaming the answer for you without a sound. you smiled, tapping your chest.

and there it was. choso’s favorite thing to do with you. the thing that could get him cumming in no time.

his shaking hands slowly lifted your thin shirt, hiking it up above your bra, which welcomed him with a dainty trim of lace.

one click, two clicks, and your bra was ripped off your chest, exposing your body to choso. his face never ceased to redden at the sight—what a dork.

choso’s head fell onto your chest, nose nuzzling your breasts fondly. he licked, bit, snipped, kissed—whatever perverted thing came to his mind next.

his hands reached up to yank your shirt back over his head, earning a teasing giggle from you, your hands rubbing up his back slowly.

choso managed to score a few moans and whimpers out of you, his face deepening in hot blush under your shirt.

.✦

a good while passed since choso snuck under your shirt.

suddenly, your top was ripped off clean, leaving you in nothing on top. “choso, what the hell?”

he just stared at you.

purple marks became slowly visible on his nose and cheeks, choso’s whole face becoming red and brushed with sweat.

“i-i need to come— please. fuck.”

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[ohhyeoni]

roommates to lovers with nerdjo [you fall first, he falls harder] [masterlist]

your body hit the bed with a soft thud. letting out an deep exhale, the rattling of the doorknob woke you up from your little power nap.

you get off the bed with a loud groan, stumbling over to the door drowsily. the door swings open, revealing a pair of bright, blue eyes and a smile that screamed apologies.

oh my gosh. it’s him.

effortlessly beautiful, hair styled messily, contagious smile, sarcastic personality. dreamy, right? well, satoru was your roommate and had been for over a year.

you stay silent, and satoru senses this. “look, i’m sorry. i know you don’t like it when i stay out late. i’ll come back earlier tomorrow.” he said. “there. happy?” satoru waved you off with a smirk before entering your shared bathroom.

this is how it’s been for the past year. satoru comes home late, you worry, and then you fight.

the thing you can’t wrap your head around is why you care so much about satoru. perhaps it’s because you’ve been crushing on him for the whole year he’s been there.

how could a girl not love a man who’s so endearing? i mean, he picks up bagels for you, carries your textbooks, buys you extra packs of pastel highlighters when you’re in a studying frenzy.

the problem was that satoru was rumored to have his eyes on another girl. and you had to see him every single day.

your mind was clouded with thoughts about satoru. does he think you’re too protective? what are you, his girlfriend? maybe you should lay low for a bit, lean off him a little.

about an hour or so went by since satoru came home. he came out of the shower with his hair all wet, towel hanging low on his waist. if only you were awake to see that sight.

but you were passed out on the sofa, curled up into a fetal position. “hey, can you do that blowdry thing you did last time— oh.”

she’s sleeping. she looks so…

“uncomfortable,” satoru muttered. “this is no place for a lady to sleep.” his arms looped under your waist and legs, pulling you up into his chest bridal style.

satoru paused for a moment. his eyes glossed over your features like he was observing a painting. your lashes fluttered every time you inhaled, lips parting as you exhaled. your chest rose and fell slowly, hair framing your face like a royal portrait.

she’s so… “beautiful.” he mumbled, blue eyes staring at your face admiringly.

you began to stir, slumber disrupted by your secret admirer. you blinked your eyes open to see a half naked, wet-haired satoru holding you with awe in his eyes.

your brain awakened it’s senses immediately. cheeks blushing a bright red, the only thing you could stutter out was: “satoru?” now it was his turn to blush furiously.

“uh… uhm—” as beautiful as he was, satoru was still shy around pretty girls. such a shame…

“you were sleeping on the couch, so i did as any gentleman would do,” he scoffed, turning his head away from you. “c’mon, you’re half asleep. bedtime.”

satoru dropped you gently on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. “shh, sleep now my child.” he cooed.

“shut the hell up.” you groaned, turning away from him. satoru’s teasing smile faltered slightly. a moment passes.

“hey, are you still mad at me? for earlier?” he whispered.

silence. your voice came out kinda small, which made you look even more pathetic than when he carried you to bed. “yeah.” he stood staring at your figure under the covers.

“let me make it up to you. please.” satoru pleaded. “i’m sorry. i don’t like when you’re upset with me.” you peeked over your shoulder to see a pained expression on his face. “please.”

“you can start by putting on some clothes first, ‘toru.” you teased with a small smile. “it’s kinda hard not to stare at your abs, y’know.”

satoru rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms. “then what?” he asked.

“hmm… come cuddle me?” satoru nodded, flopping on top of you with a content sigh. “i said put on some clothes…” you muttered.

“shh! don’t ruin the moment…”

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[ohhyeoni]

masterlist…

⟢ satoru gojo

[roommates to lovers] // fluff

[save a horse, ride a cowboy] // suggestive

⟢ suguru geto

[scream my name] // nsfw 18+

⟢ kento nanami

⟢ toji fushiguro

⟢ choso kamo

[crybaby calling!] // nsfw 18+

⟢ hiromi higuruma

[the secretary] // fluff + nsfw 18+

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[ohhyeoni]

you’re higuruma’s personal secretary… and maybe a little more ✦ [masterlist]

higuruma’s secretary… as his secretary, you’re in charge of every tiny thing your strict lawyer boss could ever want. dark roast coffee? you’re on your way every morning to the local cafe, the one he prefers, to pick up his usual. even the baristas knew you by now, saying: “your boss’s order?”

higuruma’s secretary… need to file some papers in his office? most employees would page him, then knock on his door timidly, drop the papers off and run. not you though. all you have to do is saunter over to his desk in your short pencil skirt, bend down to give him a good view place the files on his desk, and waltz away. you don’t get it when your co-worker shoko says he has a soft spot for you.

higuruma’s secretary… what about higuruma’s feelings towards you? he adores you. takes every opportunity he can to see you. look, i know i made him sound intimidating, but he’s only like that with everyone else! he loves the little goodbyes you mumble out to him before you leave for the day, the reminder post-it’s you leave on his desk, the way you touch his chest compliment his suits.

higuruma’s secretary… you’re too beautiful for him not to make a move on you, so he calls you into his office randomly on a tuesday morning. “i need you, come in.” you walk in without knocking, as usual, placing your hand on your hip.

“what do you need this time, sir?” you teased with a smile. he waggled his finger at you, telling you to come closer. you walk over behind the desk, your legs mere inches away from his lap. hiromi pats his thigh gently with a smile.

“sit down.” you take a step back in shock, putting your hands up defensively.

“mr. higuruma, this is not appropriate in such a—” nonetheless, his hands tugged you onto his lap, arms locking around your waist. your face flushed a deep red. that’s your boss! and he’s hitting on you?! not that you’re complaining…

higuruma’s secretary… after your little… office visit— you and higuruma started to go out. miraculously, this worked perfectly for both of you. you started the day together and ended the day together. and whenever he needed a break or if he just wanted to see your face again, hiromi just pages you, and you waltz in like you don’t know any better.

higuruma’s secretary… keeping your relationship secret is hard. employees weren’t supposed to be sneaking kisses behind closed doors or whispering unholy things in your ear during executive meetings. sometimes when the people around you got suspicious, hiromi would ban you from coming to his office, as to not arouse more suspicion. he’d always make it up later though…

higuruma’s secretary… your desk? littered with bouquets of flowers, chocolates, little notes. its like valentine’s day was all year round for you. it certainly caught the attention of your coworkers, just walking into their morning shift and ogling the expensive bouquets sitting on your desk amidst unfiled cases and transcripts. hiromi always spoiled you rotten.

higuruma’s secretary… although you were technically his secretary, higuruma never made you actually do any work. it was always: “get another person, i need you now” or “you can finish later, honey, come here.” he always called out your name like a prayer, like something he was addicted to. and whenever you’d try to sneak a quickie in his office, he’d always tease you about “breaking the law” and hush you when you whimpered, even though he broke hundreds of laws to get you on his lap.

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[ohhyeoni]

geto breaks into your house to win you back? [18+] [masterlist]

a/n: this a part two to [scream my name] on my tiktok page @/noonawrites!

“yeah, he’s your ex, but who can resist kissing a hot alternative guy?”

his breath fanned over your face in frustrated pants, lustful violet eyes locked in on your expectant ones. your head told you to push him away, maybe even call the cops. wait, isn’t this trespassing?

whatever law your head was telling you suguru violated, a small voice in your heart was telling you to get closer to him. ‘get closer. pull him in.’

‘kiss him.’

as if controlled by a master puppeteer, your hands came up to rest on his neck, and suguru didn’t waste a second.

slender hands came up to wrap around your throat, suguru pressing down firmly to control your uneven breathing. “what? don’t pretend like you don’t want it.” he whispered roughly in your ear. your mouth gasped for air as his fingers pressed deeper and firmer.

“c’mon, baby. don’t be stubborn.” you were too overwhelmed with need, yes, need. it’s been six long months since you felt his lips on yours, his cock splitting your body into a mess of moans and cum.

what was one good fuck with your ex?

“justkissme.”

a beat of silence.

“huh?”

“just kiss me.” you mumbled non-coherently. a teasing smile played on suguru’s lips, coaxing you to come feel them on yours.

the next moment, all the memories of your most intimate moments between you and suguru came flooding back into your brain. his coconut flavored chapstick that he wore even though it dried out his lips even more. his disgusting dior perfume that smelled so performative, it brought you right back to him whenever you threatened to leave.

his lips were firm on yours, moving together roughly in synchronized breaths. you didn’t know why your mouth was moving like you were starved from his touch on your skin. you missed how he used to kiss you and swipe his tongue on your lower lip. sometimes, his lip piercing would get caught on your lip and you’d both laugh as he tried to free you from your eternal kiss. he’d say, “i guess we’re stuck kissing forever.”

something hard pressed against your thigh, causing you to break the sloppy makeout session you were in the middle of. you let out a gasp when you down at suguru’s waistband and see his erection brushing against your thigh.

“suguru,” you muttered, looking up at him. but suguru wasn’t looking at you. his forehead rested in your neck, panting while bucking his hips into yours. “suguru?”

“yeah, yeah. i-fuckkk. i need you bad, baby.” he whined against your neck. his hands littered with silver rings came up under your thighs to hook themselves under. in one swift lift, you were straddling him, back pressed against the wall.

“suguru, slow down! i haven’t forgiven you for the shit you did.” all he did was groan in response.

“can it wait until after i fuck you?”

his pants were unzipped frantically by your trembling fingers as he worked on your waistband, pulling it down to your knees impatiently. suguru’s long fingers tip-toed along your thigh draggingly, making you shudder at his touch. “want it off?” he asked with a chuckle, fingers tugging at the edge of your lace panties.

“y-yes! please, sugu—“ a finger was brought to your lips as his voice shushed you softly.

“you don’t hafta beg me, baby. i want to feel you more than anything.” the panties were ripped off as if he was preparing to devour you whole. he was making fun of you.

holding them up high like a gold trophy, suguru narrowed his eyes as he inspected your panties. “wow.” he laughed teasingly. “what are the chances that you wear the ones i picked out for your birthday?”

“shut up and just fuck me already.” you said, snatching the shredded underwear from his hand. “you have no business looking at my underwear.”

“didn’t you just say you wanted me to fuck you? watch your words or i’ll leave.” suguru leaned in close to your face, his eyes filled with intent. “knowing you, you’d probably touch yourself and get off just thinking about my cock.”

his waistband was quickly pulled down, his uncut cock springing up and hitting your lower abdomen. suguru’s hand patted your left thigh, telling you to lower your leg to the floor, leaving the other one hooked under his arm.

you were on a dopamine high right now. you hadn’t felt so pleasured since you broke up. there was an intense heat forming in your pussy, a pitiful throbbing that ached for suguru’s cock. just one touch.

“i wanna hear you, baby. none of that ‘i’m embarrassed’ shit, got it?” suguru muttered with a smirk.

you scoffed. “as if you can make me scre—“ a forceful thrust into your pussy interrupted your remark. you gasped for air, clutching at suguru’s bicep for stability. he didn’t stop at one thrust though.

“you were saying?” he grinned cockily at your eyes rolling back into your head, panting at the sheer heaviness of his cock in you.

“i hate you.” his thrusts increased in speed, pistoning in and out of your fluttering hole. with each drag out of your wet folds, his cock brought back a slew of white, ropey cum from inside you.

right now, all you could focus on what how deep he was fucking you, and how big he was. it felt like you were getting happily impaled by him, each thrust splitting your folds open further.

“s-suguru! f-fuck!” you cried out in sobs, tears coming down your cheeks as the heat in your pussy became more intense. suguru was groaning into your neck, his teeth sinking in to bite your skin.

“you feel s’good, baby.” he smiled dazily. “fuck, look at you. taking me so well.” all you could babble out was a breathy ‘yes’, too overstimulated from his heavy thrusts.

“such a good girl f’me.” he whined into your mouth, licking up from your collarbone to your lips. his tongue piercing felt cool to the touch, and you hated yourself for wanting to feel it on your pussy.

you were dazed, you thought you blacked out for a bit. you heard geto tsk at your state, ramming into you harder to wake you up. “don’t look away.” he said in a strained voice.

“don’t s-stop. gonna cum.” you whimpered breathlessly. suguru heeded your order, bucking his hips up to slam into yours, tip kissing your cervix as you screamed his name.

“that’s right—fuck, let me hear you, princess.” that pet name was all it took for you to cum all over his cock. you could feel his smile against your skin. suguru came shortly after, probably after feeling you release on him. his thrusts became lazy now, you collapsed onto his shoulder, suguru slowing to a stop.

a few minutes went by of you and suguru just soaking up each others presence before you looked up at him. “sugu, i missed you.” he grinned mockingly.

“you just missed my co—“

“no, everything.” that shut him right up. he almost looked taken back by your words, his face softening for the first time that evening.

“i missed you too, baby. more than anything.” he smiled gently. a hand came up to tuck a few pieces of loose hair behind your ear. silence. you both knew what you wanted in each other, but someone had to say it. suguru took a deep breath in. “i want to try again. please?”

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