𝜗𝜚 ᵏᵃᶻᶻʸ 🧸

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[shallowcurses]

gojo didn't know how to provide you with comfort.

you were upset, again. you'd both been watching a movie and out of nowhere you just started sobbing, covering your face with your hands and letting your tears soak into the skin of your palms.

and gojo wanted to comfort you, he truly did, but he didn't know how. he didn't know how to comfort you, because every time he tried, it wasn't enough. to him, it seemed almost impossible, and to you it seemed like the easiest thing ever if he'd just take a second and think.

you always had to deal with this in relationships, never getting the kind of comfort you wanted. it was such a simple thing, you weren't asking for much. you just wanted to be held and told that everything would be okay, how was that so difficult?

you didn't understand it. you didn't understand why no guy you'd ever been with was able to use their brains and actually comfort you when you needed comfort. was it really so farfetched to want someone to just hush you gently and call you a few pet names to calm you down?

it's like not a single man on the planet had a brain, and gojo, as seemingly perfect as he was, was apparently no different than the rest of them. because he didn't know what to do either. he just .. sat there, staring at you, unsure of what to say or what to do with his hands.

he wanted to help, but everything he tried to do never worked. he tried asking you what was wrong one time and you just cried harder, when he tried telling you that maybe some sleep would make you feel better, you just got mad at him, and when he said " you'll get through this, you're not alone. " you got mad at him for that too!

he didn't understand what you wanted him to do. he'd tried everything he could think of, and he wasn't very good at being .. personal or intimate after suguru's death. he just didn't understand.

and you didn't wanna teach him. you didn't want to have to tell him, because then it wouldn't feel real. it wouldn't feel like he's doing it out of his own volition.

you knew everything would be easier if you just told him what you wanted to hear, but you were so tired of having to teach people about yourself and what works for you instead of them trying to learn it, you wanted him to figure it out without guidance, even though you knew it was unlikely.

even though you knew you'd end up sobbing continuously, not receiving the comfort you wanted. he wanted to comfort you, he truly did. but he didn't know how.

and he doesn't think he ever will.

a/n: this is totally not based off of my relationship struggles! entirely not guys, this is 100% totally not a self-insert! haha.. ha..

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[shallowcurses]

toji doesn't do "feelings". toji x reader, 18+

you'd known toji for about a month or two at this point, and if there was one thing that he'd made extremely clear, it's that he was a no attachments kind of guy. he didn't care for intimacy, or any of that lovey dovey shit, all he wanted was a good fuck and someone to talk to occasionally.

you knew that. he made sure that you knew that. and yet you'd still fallen for him, you still craved that kind of affection from him, and you never explicitly stated it, but he could tell. he could see it in the way you looked at him after sex, he could feel the need for love inside of you.

still, he stuck around. didn't bother giving you any of the things he knew you wanted because, well, he already told you at the start that he didn't do feelings or love or any of that, he made it clear he just wanted to be friends with benefits.

and it hurt you; it hurt that you always fell in love with emotionally avoidant men, with people that couldn't provide you with the care and affection that you were looking for.

you tried having conversations with him about it, tried asking him what went so wrong in his life that it made him avoid love entirely, but like the avoidant man he was, he just didn't answer, he'd brush it off with a dismissive wave of his hand and say he didn't want to talk about it.

even during sex, when the two of you were closest and he was groping your tits whilst pounding his dick inside of you, driving you from orgasm to orgasm, the look in his eyes was never loving. never warm or caring, it was always dark, always lustful, always detached.

you knew it was your fault. your fault for falling for a man who'd made it so explicitly clear that he wasn't interested in any kind of relationship, your fault for falling for someone who's only interest in you was your body.

you wanted to walk away, to put a stop to this endless mountain of hurt that kept piling up inside your heart, but every time you tried you found yourself crawling back again. and he'd always just stare at you unimpressed and huff out something snarky.

" you really don't have any self-respect, do ya'? " he'd mutter, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing. you just couldn't do it, you couldn't get yourself away from him and his intoxicating touch, his voice, his dick.

if it wasn't about one thing it was about the other, you craved everything about him, and it was hell. it was truly like living in the bottomless pits of hell day to day but a part of you couldn't help but enjoy it. a part of you thought that even though he didn't want the other parts of you, the funny or ugly parts, that at-least he wanted your body.

even if he wasn't interested in love or affection, at-least he was interested in your tits, in your ass or your lips and how well they fit around his cock. that small part of him was enough for you, being used was enough for you because at-least you had a purpose.

it was so stupid. you were stupid. but you couldn't help it. you were in love, and love makes people do dumb things. which is exactly why toji avoided the thing entirely.

even if he didn't want your heart, at-least he wanted some part of you.

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an: this is so ass but ignore it, it's like 3am

[shallowcurses]

obsession is the leading cause of death for self respect. satoru x reader

you met satoru in your freshmen year of high school, and back then? he was the sweetest man someone could ever know. you knew his friends, suguru and shoko, you comforted him when he was vulnerable, everything was.. well, as perfect as it could be.

it wouldn't be wrong to say you'd always been obsessed with him, having followed him around like a puppy since the moment the two of you started talking.

why would you not be obsessed with him? he was everything you could've ever asked for. he was loving, and flirtatious, and when he teased you it made butterflies swarm around in your stomach like you were a middle schooler with a crush.

and then geto left. satoru's best friend was gone, and he changed. he turned into someone you didn't even recognize. you always thought you knew him best out of everyone, but now? now it felt like you didn't even know him at all. you were seniors now, and everything was so .. different.

satoru used to show you off to all his friends, now he told girls on the street that he was single and he'd love to get their numbers. and you stayed, you stayed because you were too attached and obsessed to leave. because the hurt he caused you felt better than the hurt of being alone, of fully losing the only person you'd ever felt something this strong for.

his jokes got meaner, less playful and more demeaning. when you ate in-front of him the jokes were relentless.

" ew, do you seriously eat that way? when did you get so fat? " he'd snort, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. and you'd just sit there and take it.

the part that hurt the most to you though? the one thing that truly cut deep into your soul and made you want to curl up into a ball and die; was the difference in the way he looked at you.

there was no warmth in his eyes, his beautiful cerulean, blue eyes once so full of love, and light, now lacked anything except cold, brute judgement. and a distance that you didn't know how to bridge.

you wondered if there was anything you could've done better, anything you could've said to make things go back to the way they were before everything changed, but that was a fools delusion. and boy, you were the biggest fool there was.

shoko saw it all happen from the sidelines as well, occasionally she'd run into utahime and speak about it over a few cigarettes. there was one thing she always said that stuck with you, a phrase she commonly repeated. " obsession is the leading cause of death for self-respect. "

it echoed off the walls of your skull over and over again, haunting the back of your mind with each day that you continued to stick by satoru's side despite the change in his demeanor, with every time that you let him use you as he pleased just to feel close to him again, even if for a short period of time.

but it was the moments when he was truly cold towards you, when he'd look at you with that sneer on his face like just the thought of you disgusted him, that made you realize that if obsession was the leading cause of death for self-respect? then you were dead all over.

it was foolish. you were just a jester trying to entertain an unamused king day after day, but you couldn't stop. you wouldn't. because your fear of losing satoru completely was stronger than the hurt you felt that was caused by him and his nasty remarks.

you could only hope that maybe one day, if you stuck around long enough, you could catch a glimpse of the old him, even if just for a second, just long enough to let you know that he wasn't entirely gone, that the satoru you knew and loved was still in there somewhere, hidden deep underneath walls covered in thorns and razor wire.

shoko was right. obsession is the leading cause of death for self-respect, and you couldn't even bring yourself to care about it.

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authors note: how do we feel about this one guys...

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you're a hard one to catch, but he's determined. toji x reader

toji knew going after his tattoo artist was probably a bad idea, i mean, he'd heard about your disinterest in relationships and your dislike for intimacy plenty of times, but that didn't prevent him from growing some sort of .. crush, on you.

i mean, how could he not? not only were you smoking hot, but the challenge of trying to get someone so determined to avoid love to potentially like him was just too enticing for him to ignore.

he made it a goal to figure out your interests, even if you weren't much of a talker at the times that he was there. which is why he asked for a back tattoo, one that covers a majority of his skin, it was going to take hours, and that's not including the time it would take to do the stencil correctly and make sure everything was ready to go before you started actually putting permanent ink into his skin.

" soo .. " he started as he laid on his stomach, making sure not to move a single muscle.

you raised a brow, eyes narrowing in suspicion at his head before returning to his back.

" you uh.. plannin' on doing tattoo's for the rest of your lifee, orrr.. ? " he chuckled awkwardly, waiting for a response. he felt your hands pause, a small sigh echoing from behind him.

" no, not if i can help it. " you mumbled reluctantly, hoping he'd take the answer and shut up so you could focus on getting everything set-up correctly and get started on the tattoo.

he raised a brow at that response. " oh, really? what would you wanna be then? " he found himself oddly curious of the answer if you weren't planning on being a tattoo artist forever.

unfortunately for him, you didn't even respond. you just kept focusing on the tattoo and your job at hand.

by the time you were done with the stencil, it'd already been about an hour, maybe two, you weren't really keeping track of time. and of course, toji had another stupid question to ask, this one more prying though.

" why are you so closed off? " he asked, glancing back at you, his green eyes meeting yours.

you rolled your eyes and looked up at him with an annoyed expression. " shut up and try not to squirm, 'kay? "

you were difficult, he'd give you that, but he hadn't met a horse he wasn't able to break yet. sooner or later, you'd crack, he knew it.

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an; haha .. first post kind of nervous