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Nerdjo x reader

you think your bf might be touched starved. (you have no issue with it) <3

wc: .6k

content: fluff!! uni au! cuteness thats all

you haven't been dating very long, only three months, but you've started to suspect Satoru might be a teensy bit touched starved. and you dont even think he even realises.

before you started dating, when you would stare at him in class every second, you began to notice his slight aversion to touch. hed always come to class early to avoid the rush of students rushing in, and always leave last. 

He'd put his bag on the chair next to him so no one would brush next to him, and even in study groups, you always catch him tense when someone shoulder bumps him, or lays a hand on his shoulder. 

when you started getting closer to him, through projects and study groups, you always tried to respect the clear fact that he doesn't like to be touched. and you liked to think he appreciated that. but then you noticed he started touching you.

hed lean into your space, brushing arms, asking about some physics assignment, "hey um, you get to number 7 yet, it’s a lil tricky."

"shit, really? I was just about to start it"

"here lemme help," you can feel his breath on the side of your face with how close he is. but you don't complain, smiling to yourself. 

"what's got you smilin' huh? can't be for physics"

"haha nothing...I just thought you didn't really like... touching," you say as you lean against his shoulder,

"oh, I- uh, you pay close attention to me dontcha? yeah I guess that's true, but I uh don't mind when it's you..." he bumps your shoulder back, heat blossoming on his cheeks. 

the casual touches become a regular occurrence in your growing friendship, even allowing you to sit next to him in your shared classes.

then once you began dating, he grew bolder with those touches. not in a show-off way, but in a way that was subconscious, like his mind was allowing him to actually feel. and you revealed in it. 

he’d never let you stray far when out in public, immediately noticing your missing presence from his side,

"sweetheart," he whines out, wiggling his fingers that are reaching out behind him, in search of your hand.

"sorry! i'm here i’m here," you quickly interlinked fingers, giving him a squeeze which he eagerly returned. 

when studying for finals, the only way you can actually get him to work without whining is sitting so close to him you're practically on top of him. 

"come closerrr you’re too far, baby," he drags both your legs on top of his where you're both lying on his bed, "need you to get my brain running," "ok, ok baby," mwah, you smack a fat kiss to his cheek to tide him over, for now.

even walking to class, it wouldn't be shocking to spot his hand on your waist, fingers through the loop holes, or even his favourite, in your bum pocket. 

"ok so i’ve got to tutor that freshie at 6:30, but after that i’ll come over and I will be allll yours." giving your bum a squeeze and smirking, "eek! toru- oh my god, alright i’ll see you tonight."

but your favourite is when you're both snuggled up under the covers in your dorm, legs intertwined, trying to fuse to each other and become one. hearts beating in sink as you both stare at each other, refusing to succumb to the sleep you both need.

he holds your cheek, leaning close to give you an eskimo kiss, "missed you today," he whispers lowly on your lips. 

"we had 2 classes together today toru." you giggle out, which gets him to smile as well,

"yeah I knowww, but I just...like havin' you with me." he gives you one of his best pouts, which means he wants you to indulge him.

"I like being with you toru, and I missed you even more." you kiss away the pout on his face, continuing to his cheeks, nose, eyes and then forehead, "love you so much," mwah, "my favourite person," mwah, "my pretty boy." mwah. 

a/n: small lil drabble while I work on more soccer captain gojo :p also still messin around w layouts n stuff so don’t mind that :D

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sukuna who can secretly cook.

and is really really good at it.

he’s not loud about it either, and rarely puts in the effort for himself, besides his meal preps.

but when you come over to stay the night, best believe he’s giving you a five star meal. dinner and breakfast.

sitting at the kitchen island in his frat, you’re staring intensely at his back while he moves around the kitchen with efficiency you haven’t quite seen before.

“kuna, you sure you don’t need any help?”

and best believe he ain’t making you pick up a damn finger either.

“no baby, jus’ relax f’me yeah?”

he’s still facing forward, chopping vegetables whilst keeping an eye on what’s cooking on the stove. you’d assume he’d wanna go into the culinary arts with how he’s moving, but alas his dream has always been to go pro in hockey.

“hey ryo?”

“hm?”

“how come you never told me you can cook?”

you watch him freeze for a split second before he resumes his focus on the food.

“uh, just used to help my uncle out in his restaurant when I was younger. make some easy cash yknow. guess I got kinda good.”

yeah kinda good is an understatement.

“kinda?”

“mhm.”

“ryo, you’re practically gordan ramsey!” you settle your head in your arms resting on the table as you give his back an exasperated look.

“preciate that baby,” he turns his head over his shoulder flashing you a quick smirk, “only for you though.”

you cant help the blush rising to your cheeks, hiding your face in your arms.

when he’s done, he joins you at the island sitting in the open chair next to you, handing you your plate.

your quite literally gobsmacked.

you look at the plate, at him, then back at the plate. your heart warming tenfold because he made you one of your favorite meals.

a shrimp curry. simple. nothing crazy.

except he made basically everything from scratch.

he’s already swallowed his first mouthful when he speaks, “shouldn’t be insanely hot, but I know you like a bit of spice.”

you take a bite and you swear you ascend.

“omg ryo.”

you turn to look at him,

“that good huh?” he lets out a boyish chuckle, faint blush tinting the tips of his ears.

“this is the best shrimp curry I’ve had, like, ever. this is- omg thank you so much baby.”

you hug his bicep giving his cheek a kiss, then to his shoulder.

he returns the gesture giving your temple a kiss, muttering its a pleasure, into your hairline.

next time you’re graced with his cooking, is hours later, in the morning.

you wake up surrounded by his scent and a hint of his cologne, but no sukuna.

you assume he’s probably gone to do his morning workout, but your presently surprised when his door opens, his back greeting you first as he turns to carry the tray inside.

“g’morning princess, made us some breakfast.”

your brain doesn’t even register what he’s saying, too distracted by him looking so…domestic.

baggy grey sweats hang low on his hips, revealing his calvin klein boxers, and his very prominent v-line.

“hmm?”

you hum out, still ogling his body.

“breakfast baby, look.”

he almost sounds bashful, but also proud to show you his work.

smoothie bowls.

he made you goddam smoothie bowls.

“and before you say anything, it’s just granola on yours, didn’t add any nuts or pumpkin seeds. oh also here,” he reaches over to hand you a perfectly curated ice coffee, which he also made. for you.

“ryooo, you spoil me!! this is insane!!”

he lets out a chuckle as you leap onto his lap straddling him, giving him quick kisses all over his face.

“love you, love you, sososo much baby!! ‘m so lucky!”

his hands find purchase on your hips, giving a squeeze and pulling you closer.

“mhm, love you too baby, love cooking for you.”

he gives you a fat kiss on your lips, both smiling into it.

“cmon eat up, before it melts yeah?” he tell you, but makes no move to remove you from his lap, instead handing you your bowl, then grabbing his, both eating contently in each others presence.

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a/n: been a hot min! I have so many ideas but like no motivation to actually put shit out. this was done in like 20 mins sooo ignore any mistakes <3

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gojo x reader

content: the higher-ups think you're a weakness to the strongest sorcerer, taking matters in their own hands to make gojo reconsider being involved with someone.

wc: .9k

hes in the middle of a mission, far far away, when he feels it. your curse energy shift. spike.

even from miles away, at any time, hes automatically tuned into your curse energy, always watching, always checking to make sure you're ok.

this but this is wrong. this is bad.

hes not thinking about the cursed spirit trying to penetrate his infinity, his focus is solely on you now.

he rings you. once twice, straight to voicemail.

shit.

he looks the spirit dead on, spitting out coldly, "you're wasting my time."

before the blood splatter has even touched the ground, space and time shifts arounds him wildly, immediately teleporting to you with no hesitation.

"Y/N?!"

your shared apartment is an absolute state. chair thrown about, table flipped, you clearly put up a fight and it almost warms his heart before he notes you're not here.

its too quiet.

he still sees remnants of your cursed energy, and some unfamiliar ones.

hes been careful. hes laid talismans all around your apartment. which makes him think this isn't the work on a low life curse. its something different. but he already knew by the cursed energy.

the higher-ups.

hes never felt more rage in his life. his palms are dripping blood from how hard hes clenching his fists. everything around him starts reacting to his immense spike in energy. everything starts to float, lights are flickering, hell probably cause an outage if he doesnt take a deep breath.

"ill find you baby" he mutters to himself coldly.

the higher-ups had already felt the change in the air before he appeared. but their blood runs ice cold when they hear him practically growl at them, appearing from thin air.

"WHERE .THE FUCK. IS SHE!"

they all face where hes standing, frozen in fear to even say anything.

hes got a manic smile on his face, blindfold gone, blue eyes glowing,

"DON'T fucking waste my time. you're going to tell me where she is NOW, and I promise if she has even a scratch on her skin, you're all dead."

the air is so thin they practically have to heave in a breath to speak.

"now gojo, we spoke about relations being-"

"NOW. I swear to god you dont tell me where you have her I will kill you and find her myself, do not test me right now."

he starring all of them dead in the eyes, everyone too scared to speak.

their intentions weren't to harm you, just to take you away to convince the strongest sorcerer, that being in an intimate relationship is a weakness. and they can't afford the strongest to be weak.

he lets out a frustrated sigh, "fine."

arm outstretched, he picks a higher up, fingers pointing, and his curse technique starts to glow.

"gojo! there is no-"

a newer higher up steps forward, slightly younger than the rest, shaking, hopefully scared for his life.

"she's being held in a warehouse on the doc unharmed, please don't hurt us we only wanted to speak with you about relations and the- "

"SO YOU THINK KIDNAPPING MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND IS THE ROUTE TO GO?! you even think of touching her again, I will give you a worse fate than death. that is a promise."

and before he even finishes his sentence hes gone again. the air relaxes to its normal state, everyone breathing again.

he finds you shaking in the corner of a room, head tucked between your legs, not even realising his presence.

he takes notes of the talismans around the room, blocking your energy so he couldn't pinpoint you. fucking bastards.

he kneels down in front of you, trying not scare you, residual rage bleeding out as he scans for injuries.

“sweetheart…hey hey I’m here now”

you flinch back from the noise, before your brain catches up, realizing he came for you.

He’s here.

You lift your head up, “…toru?” you're still a little scattered for obvious reasons, but as soon as you focus on your favorite shade of blue, you surge forward, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by him.

"shh I know, im here now baby, I got you..."

even though you weren't physically hurt, you were mentally, which still makes him want to shed blood.

"im so sorry baby, gonna take you home now ok?"

you're still nosing his neck, sniffling as you let out a muffled ok.

he warps both of you back home to your bedroom, still not letting go of him as he situates you on the bed.

hes about to pull away, to get you water or anything when fear shoots through you, "no...no! don' leave toru please"

"hey hey, not leaving you I promise, just getting you water k?"

"no, don' need that, need you" your eyes are watering again, not wanting to part from him yet.

"ok baby, im here won't leave you, promise"

his arms come back around you as he shifts you on his lap, one hand pulling you're back towards him as his other pushes your head back towards his neck,

"shh its ok, won't let that ever happen ok."

"mhm"

you're practically fused to him with how tightly you're holding onto his uniform, trying to push even closer towards him.

you mutter something in his neck, which he has to lean back and look at you to hear, "what was that sweet girl?"

"you came for me. you're my knight" you shove your head back in his neck, breathing in his scent which brings immediate comfort.

"ill always come for you, you know that y/n. you're my entire world"

he just about catches you repeating the last phrase back to him in his neck, which he smiles, laying kisses wherever he can.

he'd burn the world, and anyone who got in his way for you.

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a/n: little quick drabble, love me some angry protective gojo :33

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nerdjo x reader

basically fratjo (sato) helping you and his twin nerdjo (toru) get together !!

note: not proofread, so insanely rushed <3

You’d been best friends with the gojos since you could remember, but you noticed something shifted within you around end of highshcool and beginning years of university. something specifically with toru. somewhere along the line, you found yourself getting shy when he complimented your artwork, even nervous when he'd come over to study in your room, claiming its way better than the library.

and of course the guy that lives in wife beaters and snapbacks noticed. you weren't even aware he noticed things like that. but I guess twins do share more things than looks and dna.

sato decided it was the perfect time to interrogate you when toru was running late to your guys meeting spot for lunch, "so my twin huh? that mean you think im hot too?" he gave you a sly smirk when you choked on your sandwich.

"huh?!! the hell you talkin about sato??"

"im talking about your crush on my brother."

"I do not have a crush on toru."

you definitely did.

and when the man of the hour finally arrived, you became hyper aware of how youre appearance, fixing your hair and clothes which toru silightenily chuckled at.

but one thing about sato was he cared deeply for the people he loved most, wanting the best for them. and if those people liked eacother? oh, hes going to put cupid to shame. because if he knew anything about his brother, call it twin telepathy, he knew toru was harbouring a lil crush on you too.

another thing about sato though, he loves being messy.

next time you all are together is when sato crashes your guys' study session in the back of the library.

"yoo my favourite nerds!"

"hey bro"

"hi sato!"

he pulls up a chair across from you both, deciding now is the perfect time to stir the pot a lil.

"sooo my frats throwing a mixer on Friday..."

sato doesn't look up from his computer when he responds a mumbled cool.

you on the other hand perk up like a dog hearing the word 'walk'.

"oh thank god, ive been needing a party after this week. is it invite only?" youve already got your phone out prepared to text your friends.

"yeah unfortunately, sorry. ill see if toji will let some of your friends slide though," his attention slides to toru, noticing hes not engaged, "so your coming n/n? sukuna's been nagging me asking if your coming."

and just as he imagined torus head shoots up brows furrowed, "wait what."

your also taken by surprise looking back up, "huh? sukuna? thats so random, i dont think ive even spoken to him outside of a party."

sato shrugs, "well I think hes taken a liking to youuu" he wiggles his brows at you.

torus gaze hardens at his screen, done focusing on his equations, "he prolly just wants a lay. hes dumb as bricks anyways."

"is my twin telepathy sensing some jealousy from my lil bro right now~"

"fuck off sato."

"ok dude, if you dont wanna come thats fine by me."

"nah well go together," he looks at you then, "ill pick you up before and we can head over together yeah?"

you try and will away the blush thats slowly rising up your neck, "mhm! sounds good!"

"ok perfect! ill leave my wittle nerds alone now~" he gets up to leave texting his frat bros you both will be attending.

you can feel the tension rolling of toru in waves and he pretends to focus on his computer.

"hey you ok? is it a hard equation..?" you try and shift within his line of sight but he just clenches his jaw,

"mhm."

a beat passes. then two.

"you don't like sukuna right."

you hesitate for a second, caught of guard by the question.

"would that be...bad?"

"I mean- not like- its cool if you do...I just-" he mumbles out a flurry of words too fast for his brain to catch up, "he just has a repuation." he mumbles out quietly.

you wanna think hes jealous, which makes you a tiny bit happy, but the rational part of you brain is saying hes probably just looking out for you, like he would a little sister.

"I mean someone being interested in me isn't the worst thing ever," you trail off, thinking about said boy.

"right 'course." he sighs out, shifting his attention back to his work, wanting to think about any other than the girl he likes being swooped away from sukuna of all people.

The thought makes bile rise in his throat.

After dropping you off at your dorm, he heads to his, immediately calling his brother.

Pick up, pick up, cmon!

“Yo yo wha-”

“Sato, does- I mean you know y/n- sukuna doesn’t even-”

“Chiiiilll chill. Deadass. Youre talking at the speed of light yaknow”

“Fuck sake dude! Do I even have a chance against sukuna?? I mean do they talk?? The hell to I do??!” Toru practically whines out.

“Knew you liked her, heh~ shulda told me sooner”

“Satoru I swear to god”

Now sato loves his brother dearly. But sometimes even brothers need to push their own in the right way, for their own good of course.

“Joking damn, but not really, I mean sukuna does plan to get with her-”

“SHIT!! Shit. this is- ugh it’s too late what’s even the point anymore.”

“You’re fine bro he’s not even coming till like hella late, and you’re bringing her so you’ve got the upper hand here…”

“Ok so what do I do”

“Um bag her??”

“Ok so how”

“Bag. Her. Swoon her, idk flirt with her, throw in some compliments and swoop in for the kill, easy!”

“Ok ok yeah, just…you think you culd keep him away? Please?”

Sato almost feels bad for his little brother (by 45 minutes) with the way he whimpers out the last word. So he’ll take pity. Just this time.

“Course I got you bro you know that. She’d obviously go for you before sukuna any day. Anyways gottagosetup byeloveyou!”

He just hung up.

But he can work with this. I mean his brother just said she’d pick him, right? So he’s alright. He’s chill.

So why is he banging on your door, an hour early, heart racing like he’s just ran a marathon?

Sukuna.

“N/n, I know I’m early…just- let me in? Needa talk.”

Your mid pulling on your tights when you hear toru through your door, almost faceplanting on your bed.

“Oka- ah! Um- shit gimme a sec!”

You shove on your tights a throw a hoodie on and head to open the door,

“Hey! You ok? Your a bit ear-”

“Can I come in??”

You just now notice how frantic he looks, chest rising up and down, and hair anxiously mused. You let him in, taking a seat at your desk chair while he paces back and forth.

“Toru your worrying me what’s up?”

You’ve only ever seen him like this before major exams and even then it’s slightly different to this.

He takes a deep breath collecting his thoughts, knowing his brain will move faster than his mouth right now.

He stops dead infront of you, blue eyes locked on yours,

“I’m- um, in love with me…You! You, I’m definitely in love with you haha oh my god”

He pushes his hair back and drags his hands back down his face, how the hell did he already mess this up.

“You’re really pretty also! Your hoodie suits you, and um…”shit what else did his brother say…flirt?

“Toru?”

“Wait! Even uh- if there’s was no gravity id- heh still fall for you? Get it?” He gives you the brightest smile ever, but slowly drops when you don’t say anything.

But you’re just trying to hold back the giggles that are about to spill out.

“You didn’t like that did you? Ok well I’ve got-”

“You’re so so stupid,” you stand up and walk up to him.

“Me?”

“Yes. I’ve literally been in love with you since forever. Even sato knew.” You roll your eyes at him.

“That slimy frat brained fucking- mmphf”

His words get cut of by your pillowy lips, and his sense get flooded by your favorite perfume, he might be in heaven.

Your hand reaches up to scratch at his undercut while his hands finally take hold on your hips, sqeezing and pulling you in so there’s no space between.

“Oh sweets” he mutters lowly against your lips, going back in, more confident this time, more rough.

He pushes you back against your door, hand coming up to cushion your head, and leg pushed between yours.

His tongue makes home in your mouth, teeth clashing with yours before you pull back for a much needed break. He notes the slight swell to your lips, and the escaping drool from the corner of your mouth.

You’re looking up at him in a daze because you would have never expected to be kissed by him, like that. You’re kinda at a loss for words.

“toru…”

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his hand practically covering the side of your face.

“We’re not going to that party baby.”

“Mhm ok”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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a/n: HEYHEY!! This is prolly so shit cus it is nawt proof read and im so shit at endings but I Lowks just wanted to post sumn cus it’s been months!! But I was in the trenches w exams but now they all done so I can enjoy writing again!!!! I have so many drafts to b ready :)))

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nerdjo x reader

who woulda guessed the resident physics nerd is in a band and plays the bass??

wc: 1.8k

tags: fluff!! sexy bassist nerdjo!! uni/frat au.

you are so excited for tonight.

you just got done handing in a couple of essays, so you're basically free for the next few weeks (until you need to start your next assignments).

that means getting drunk and staying out until 3am, at least.

your friends found out your local bar has live music tonight, a band you've never heard of, but who doesnt love live music. plus student night? oh, you will be plastered. and you can't wait.

you're currently getting ready, having a little gin and tonic can while you do your makeup, and you're already buzzing. makeup is laying perfectly, new outfit that you feel your absolute best in, and hair actually cooperating. you think you can even get a free drink if you bat your lashes right.

you meet your friends outside your dorm building, everyone already a lil buzzed and excited,

"HEYYY"

"hello?? outfit oh my god!!"

"bro you look so good bye"

you and your two other friends make your way down to your local bar, giggling and linking arms.

"oh I think we might make it on time for that band thats playing tonight!!"

"oh yeah? I hope they're good!" you say back, passing your vape to your girl on the other side of you.

"yeah they gotta, been hearing that they're actually decent."

"thank fuck."

last time you guys went when there was live music, it was a bunch of old heads playing the bad type of country music.

you get to the bar, handing your IDs to the bouncer, and once you get in, you all make a beeline for the bar.

you turn to one of your friends "hey what you gettin?? there's student discount right?"

"obviously. and vodka lemonade. needa get drunk fast."

"you right you right, imma get that too."

thankfully you got your drinks fast, but within the next 10 mins, the bar fills up fast. some randoms, but also people from your classes that you woulda never expected to see out.

as your girls are giggling and laughing, the sound of someone tapping on the mic rings throughout the bar, "mic check, all good?"

you hear a few people cheer, and you decide to grab your friends to get a good spot, "cmon I think they're starting we gotta get a good spot."

"ok ok, dont make me spill my drink girl!"

you weave through the crowd to get closer to the stage and once you get a good spot, you actually take notice of who's on the stage. you nudge both your friends, "the fuck?? did you know they were in a band??"

"huh, wait what! thats fuckin what's his name..?? sukuna???"

"yeah and isn't that one um...? geto or something?"

your friends were hysterical at recognising one by one the people in the band. all you know is they're from that Kaisen frat or something, but you dont really gaf about greek life.

but what really gets you is who walks out from the back, holding the sexiest all black bass guitar you’ve ever seen.

fucking satoru gojo.

satoru gojo? holding a bass??

you're kinda in awe. hes dressed in baggy distressed jeans with a tight fitting black shirt (with a physics meme on it obviously), and calvin klein boxers peaking out. you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"are you joking right now. whats that nerd doing here! and why is he hot."

"GIRLL you kidding!"

"you must be druuunk! gojo?! he literally does his assignments for fun."

ok so you may or may not have told your friends that you think hes attractive. I mean he is, objectively speaking. and the whole genius nerd thing hes got going for himself makes you hot. and his glasses. you're drooling.

your friends on the other side, dont even give him a second glance. which you find appalling.

cause the satoru gojo is on stage, about to shred his guitar, no glasses, hair perfectly messy, and when he stretches to put his guitar strap over his shoulder, your eyes go down and you're gifted with the sight of his v-line.

oh.

when you look back up, his eyes are already looking at you. and he smirks. that evil james franco type of smirk.

before you can even gather yourself, geto you think, comes up to the mic and introduces their band, which gets everyone cheering and excited for them to play.

and when they finally begin, you dont understand how you've never heard of them before. I mean sure they're just a college band, but theyre good. like you would actually download their music type of good.

you didn't think your friends would be into this type of grungey alt music, but they're swaying their bodies back and forth with massive smiles.

you’re doing the same, but your eyes dont leave the bassist. hes hypnotised you, you think.

each member is in their own element, each with their separate instruments, completely capturing the attention of every drunk student in the bar. cheers and whistles are thrown throughout their songs, and you need to get another drink before you melt to the floor.

"hey ill be back just getting another drink!!"

"ok girlll come back soon!!"

but what you dont notice, are the blue eyes tracking your movements to the bar.

you watch as the bartender makes your drink, but the music goes quite, and then you hear someone shredding an absolute solo on their guitar.

gojo.

your neck breaks to see him in his glory. you pay for your drink and rush back to your girls to witness the fan service.

and he did not disappoint.

everyones cheering and whistling, and your mouth is lowkey on the floor.

his gaze lifts up then, looking straight at you. and grins. a feral, sharp pointed grin, and you almost choke on your drink.

his solo ends and the band joins back in, your friends shoving you back and forth,

"was that smile to you??? cause he was looking dead at you!!"

"he sooo thinks you're hot!!"

the band ends their last song and everyone is still buzzing, and you and your girls head to the bar again to catch a breather.

and maybe another drink.

"y/n if you don't get that mans number I am done with you."

"literally! he was basically making heart eyes at you!!"

you respond with giggles, not even knowing what to think. he probably does that with any girl that looks at him, "nah hes probably a slut guys. and with that instrument? cmon." your friends eyes go wide, but you're watching the bartender,

"who's probably a slut?" a voice rasps right next to you. your friends squeal on your other side.

oh god.

you look to where the voice came from, and you're greeted with the man of the hour.

hes leaning with his forearms on the bar, still a head taller than you, peering down at you with those eyes.

you try and play it off.

"heyy! you were really good playing up there!"

"yeah? think so?" he gives you that same smirk again, and your friends keep shoving you.

"totally, your bands pretty cool."

"'preciate that sweetheart." you actually dont know who this is. you dont think youve seen this guy outside class let alone the library. and now hes making you blush?

you both speak at the same time,

"so can I buy you a drink?"

"you're in my physics class right?"

that gets him to chuckle, the sound going straight to your core.

he responds first, "mhm, you're y/n right?"

you gape at him, "how do you...."

he seems to catch his mistake, but plays it of smoothly, "we share a couple classes. you're friends with shoko right? we go back."

you dont even second guess his answer, the alcohol working perfectly in your system,

"oh yeah! thats cool. we share chem too dont we?"

"mhm, you watching me now?" he grins at you.

you thank whoevers watching for the confidence boost your drinks are giving you right now.

"uh uh, you're trippin, you noticed me first." you cross your arms.

"you sure? cause if I remember, you were undressing me on stage."

heat blooms straight to your cheeks. you hesitate for a second, trying to think of a good retort.

"you gonna get me a drink or what, mr. bassist?" you give him one of your sweetest smiles.

"what would the pretty girl like?"

by this point your friends have moved away to give you two space, but watching closely. probably taking pictures and videos.

you and satoru migrated to a quieter corner of the bar, and while the tension is very much still there, you’re actually enjoying your conversation with him.

which is a rare occurrence. cause men only ever want one thing.

but gojo seems to want to actually know you. asking multiple questions about your hobbies, where your from, what your future holds. and you return the same energy with questions for him.

you both are in your own little bubble.

you're on a rant about something, the alc fuelling your continuous chatter, "ah sorry I keep hogging the convo, you talk about something!" you quickly mutter, not wanting to think you're being rude.

he leans down slightly, "you're good pretty, like hearing you talk." he says lowly.

you mirror his movement, subtly leaning towards him, "...yeah?" your eyes flicker to his lips, which he catches, subconsciously wetting his lips.

his hand comes up to push a curl out your face, hand cupping your cheek. when his eyes meet yours, understaning he wants some sort of permission. you give him a smile and lean closer which he takes as a go ahead.

your lips meet together like a puzzle piece, tongues dancing together in its own harmony.

your arms go around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, one hand feeling through his undercut.

while the hand thats not holding your cheek, finds its place on your waist, squeezing slightly, and pulling you closer.

when you both have to separate for oxygen, his eyes almost look black.

"go out with me."

you're still regaining your senses, spluttering out a confused noise.

you can see his confidence almost shatter in real time. now he looks more like the glasses wearing nerd in your class.

"I um- you're very, ok so...." that gets you giggling, which seems to calm him down enough to gather his thoughts.

"I admire you. a lot. even though this is like our first actual conversation, I want to um- only if youd like...coffee sometime? with me?"

you smirk up at him, roles now reversed.

"you asking me out, satoru?"

he shivers at the way you say his name, swallowing hard, "mhm."

you watch his adams apple bob, tracing the movement, "hmm, I dont knowww, I was hoping to get getos number you know." he freezes, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, pout forming from your words.

you're holding back a smile, which he took notice of,

"oh, you’re mean y/n."

you lean up and place a chaste kiss to his pout, "course ill go out with you toru. ive literally only been talking to you for the past two hours mind you."

"no need for the 'tude miss sassy." he grins down at the shocked face you pull, letting out a laugh, "omg just give me your number satoru." you say as you roll your eyes.

"anything for you, pretty girl."

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a/n: hey!! finally got motivation to write something fun! barely proof read lol! thanks for reading!! sm luv!!

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actor!gojo x reader

your boyfriend gets very protective when it comes to the paparazzi. based on the zendaya and tom holland clip with the paps ;)

wc: .6k

tags: small drabble! fluff! I heart protective gojo!!

"you almost ready baby?"

"mhm just getting my purse!"

you grab the handbag your using for tonight, and meet your boyfriend in the living room. your steps slow down once you spot him on the couch. and oh, does he clean up nicely. the crisp black suit fitting him perfectly, emphasising his wide shoulders and slim waist.

he stands up, walking towards you, eyeing your dress from top to bottom, "mm, might just have to cancel our dinner baby, your killing me." his hands come up to squeeze your waist, trailing down to rest on the top of your bum.

flustered from his words, you let out a giggle, "toruuu, cmon this place looks so nice!"

"mhm ok, ok baby." he lays a kiss under your ear, not wanting to mess up your makeup.

he leads you out of his penthouse, down to where the car is waiting for you both. and of course, chivalry is never dead with satoru, making sure to open the car door for you, giving you a hand to help you in.

"thank you baby," you give him a light kiss on the cheek when he sits down, holding his arm to your chest while the driver takes you to the restaurant.

gazing out the window, your lost in your thoughts when you hear satoru mutter a curse under his breath.

you squeeze his arm, "you ok toru?"

"how are the fucking paps already here, jesus christ, can't have one fucking night." he mutters lowly, and you see the flash of the cameras as the car slows down.

you stroke his arm, trying to give some type of comfort, "it'll be ok, its not like they're allowed inside, we just have to get through the door."

when the car pulls up to the from of the restaurant, gojo leans down to you, "you don't let go of my hand ok? stay behind me." you give him a nod, and he squeezes your hand.

the door isn't even that far away, but with the flashes, the shoving, and yelling, it suddenly feels miles away.

satorus leading you through, when one paparazzi shoves you hard, making you stumble and let go of his hand. within seconds you lose sight of your boyfriend, the crowd of cameras overwhelming you.

satoru immediately notices your lack of touch, neck breaking to look back for you. he doesnt even know how the paps were able to swarm around him in the matter of seconds. it doesnt matter though. he completely towers over them, able to spot you instantly.

"y/n!"

he calls for you loudly, shoving cameras and people out of his way, tunnel vision set on you, and you alone. and oh is he pissed.

"get the fuck back! NOW!"

you feel a hand grab your arm firmly, making you yelp automatically, until you spot who it belongs to, relaxing instantly,

" 's ok, I got you."

he shoves back through the crowd again, grip almost bruising, until you both reach inside.

he turns back to you, hands cupping your face, "hey hey, you ok? you hurt?" hes almost bent in half to keep in your line of sight, eyes scanning your face, sensing your still shaken up.

you give him a nod, but your eyes keep frantically looking at the surroundings.

"words baby, need to hear you."

"mhm, we need to- our reservation," you try and shift towards the hostess, but satoru blocks you from moving, "look at me." and when he uses that voice, you have no choice but to obey.

you immediately make eyecontact with him, hands resting atop his, "i'm ok toru, promise. was a bit scared but im ok now. I just want a drink." you give him a shy smile, but he takes it nonetheless.

"ok baby, lets get you a drink." he strokes your cheek kissing your forehead, before leaning back up to his full height, and facing the hostess for your reservation.

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a/n: hi!! I have like no motivation rn, but this was fun so I hope you guys enjoy!! love that clip sm they're my faves!! did not check grammar lollls.

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plug!gojo x stoner!reader

what could be better than your boyfie being your plug?? (nothing :D)

tags: #drugs, cuteness, fluff, a bit self indulgent heh

wc: 1.1k

people always assume your began dating gojo because hes a plug, and you love to smoke. but you only found out that he sells when you both were still in a situationship.

you shared a few mutual friends, so you both weren't completely unaware of each other. but at some point, forced small talk started becoming, not so forced. it became natural. he would seek you out in social occasions, at lunch, or whenever both your groups meshed.

then numbers were exchanged, study dates were introduced, and hanging out in is dorm became a weekly occurrence.

you were in the midst of rolling up at your desk when a flurry of knocks came at your door. you froze, not expecting anyone. plus you're not exactly following dorm regulations. then a very familiar voice comes through asking you to open up.

you head to the door opening it, "hey sato, you ok..?" you can barely hold eye contact with him, his entire presence making you go shy.

"hi n/n, im ok, buuut I texted this really cute girl asking to see her and she completely aired me. weird right?" he smirks down at you, one arm resting above you on the door frame.

you give him a confused look and then it comes to you. your phone was on dnd, "ahh shit im sorry," you head back in your room grabbing your phone, him trailing behind you, "I totally left my phone on dnd im sorry I missed your messages." you swiped through your notifs, indeed seeing a few texts from him about an hour ago.

"s'ok pretty, totally wasn't worried or anything." he sends you a wink making you blush.

you roll your eyes, "mhm, could totally tell." your just about to tell him to make himself comfy, when he takes notice what's on your desk,

"you smoke?"

"huh? oh yeah lol, im surprised you didn't know haha."

"who's shit is it?"

hes taken on a serious tone, suddenly feeling like your in an interrogation than a convo, "um, noayas, I think, why..?" you let out a chuckle, trying to hide you nervousness.

"don't buy from him again, his stuffs laced, sent sent some sorority chick to the hospital once."

"...oh."

you've always been careful, especially when buying from people, and you thought he was a trusted plug. nothing ever happened to you, but hearing this scared the shit out of you.

you go quite, picking at your nails, thoughts all over the place. Satoru catches on, stepping up to you and grabbing your hands to stop your nervous habit.

"shit, m'sorry, aint mean to scare you," his palm comes up to hold your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye, "my shits way better anyways."

you look up to him, eyes wide, "huh..? you sell?"

"oh yeah. everyone buys from me," he smiles down at you, eyes glinting with something mischievous, "aaand if you let me be your boyfriend, I may be swayed to supply you free of charge."

you begin to laugh, not believing he asked you to be your boyfriend in return for weed.

"youre not real. like at all," you shove his shoulder, which barely does anything to the tank, "don't think im saying yes for free drugs though. I would've said yes regardless," you roll your eyes, unable to hide your smile with how giddy you feel, "but can't pass up having a personal plug." he gives you an exaggerated offended look, making you laugh out loud again.

"you know what, maybe ill have to add a girlfriend tax huh? yeah might do that yaknow." as your laughs die down, youre left just starring at each other, when he grabs your cheeks with both hands, and leans down to your level, stopping just short from your lips.

his eyes drift from your lips to your eyes, knowing what hes asking for, giving him a nod.

when he finally kisses you, you don't think youve ever felt more content in this moment. soft lips molding with yours like a puzzle piece. he doesnt rush the kiss, he takes his time savouring you.

he leans back, forehead resting on yours, "you know how long ive been wanting to do that? every time I see you, every time you smile...you make me crazy." he strokes his thumb along your bottom lip.

you giggle, "so you active now? can I make an order?" you smile sweetly up at him, and he lets out a chuckle that makes your legs weak.

"anything for my girl."

and he meant it. he takes his job as your plug very seriously. but only for you.

when you wanna smoke, he doesnt let you roll anymore. thats his designated job now. he rolls you a perfect j, always in pretty coloured papers, because you saw it on Pinterest one time and claimed life would be completed with this.

he especially loves after exam season, when youre half dead, smoking seshes long forgotten due to having to grind all night. but in those moments hes extra sweet to you.

he texts you to come over, saying hes got a surprise for you, for doing so well with your studies. and when you finally make it to his dorm, clad in sweats and one of his hockey hoodies, you freeze in the doorway.

two poke bowls sit on his desk alongside gummy bears and Doritos, and in front, on a little dish, lays the cutest j rolled in a pastel purple paper.

"hi sweets, I know you tired, but I thought you might like this? I moved the tv so we can lay in bed together while you watch me play the new little nightmares game."

oh he loves you.

you could just about cry with how thoughtful this man is, "toru...oh my gosh baby-"

"oh! I also made this for you, saw it on one of your Pinterest boards." he walks up to you, handing out a lighter he personally decorated for you, both of your initials on the bottom.

your bottom lips starts wobbling when you crash into his chest, hugging him with every ounce of energy you have left, "toru... this is- I love it so much, I love you so much, you did all this for me?"

you look up at him from his sternum, eyes glassy, and you watch as his eyes dilate, just from making eye contact with you.

"course. you deserve it. youve been running yourself to the ground baby. wanted to treat you. when youre fully rejuvenated ill treat you properly yeah? but for now why dont you smoke n get comfy hm?"

your hands glide up to his undercut, fingers feeling through the short hairs, "dont deserve you toru. youre too good t'me." you mumble out as you stand to your tippy toes, simultaneously pulling him down so you can give him a fat kiss on the lips.

"you dont know how much I love you toru. seriously."

he lets out a chuckle, rubbing your noses together, "I love you even more baby."

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a/n: hey!! hopefully have the chance to write/post more cus few of my essay been handed in :p can't be bothered fixing grammar lollll (soz). peace n luv

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nerdjo x reader

Satoru takes being your tutor very seriously :D.

tags: tiny drabble :( fluff n comfort!!! gentle dominance hehe :3 (a/n at end!)

wc: .4k

he finds you in your dorm room, hunched over your laptop, textbooks and notes sprawled around you.

he can tell you've been under a lot of stress lately. assignments back to back, barely enough time to catch a breath before all your free time is dedicated to studies again. he knows your tired.

he comes up behind you, squeezing your shoulder, "hi sweetheart."

"FUCK don't do that, you scared the shit outta me!" you swirl around in your chair to look at him him, "what are you doing here, I though you had to work on your assignments?"

his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, "I finished them baby."

"oh. um, well I gotta finish studying, so I might be a while im sorry."

he smiles down at you, "s'ok. how about I help you huh? is this for psych?"

you love your boyfriend. a lot. you're so grateful hes smart and helps you study. but he completely steps into the tutor role, holding you to your work.

"n/n cmon, phone down. you already had a break."

"ok fine just let me-"

"no. give it to me. you can gave it back after we get through this set. now tell me the different traits of the dark triad and what they mean."

you take it back. sometimes you dont love your boyfriend. (in theory). in the moments when you know he can see tears of frustration lining your waterline, he ignores them.

"take a breath ok. I know this is frustrating, but if you don't push through you wont pass sweet girl." he tries to soften the blow with a petname, but he knows this is what you need to hear right now.

"im trying! not everyone is gifted with your fucking genius brain."

he just looks at you, not giving you any sort of reaction, "I know, and your doing so well baby-"

"can we just call it a night? please?"

he lets out a chuckle, "no, n/n. we still have 2 sections to get through, ok?"

you pout out of frustration to his response, "you're not acting very boyfriend-like right now toru."

"im not supposed to be your boyfriend right now. or we'd already be in bed. now answer these chapter questions for me. now please."

you mumble a fuck you under your breath,

"what was that?"

you roll your eyes, "nun'"

"mhm, ok maybe ill go back to my dorm n play val, you can handle the rest right?"

that makes you hesitate a little. you know hes trying to be annoying, but he really is getting you through all your material. without him youd still be staring at the first section.

your still looking down at your notes, "m'sorry, stay please." that earns you a chaste kiss on your cheek, making you blush a little bit.

"sure, now be good and finish the questions yeah?"

"mhm."

a/n: HEY!! thanks so much for the crazy support and following me!! been off grid cus these essays lowk blowing my back out. just sumn small cus ive wanted to post but ive been hella busy, but I have sooo many drafts! lmk if anyone wants to be mutuals!!

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sukuna x reader

sukuna secretly wears glasses :3

content: sfw, fluff! uni au. undefined relationship!

wc: .7k

"...ah shit." you hear sukuna mumble next to you.

you turn to him, finding him squinting at the lecturer, "you good?"

he tenses and looks back at you and just nods, "uh yeah, just didn't sleep well or something."

"or something?"

"yep." he glares at you, but he doesn't intimidate you anymore. you just smile and turn back to the front and pretend to be engaged in the lecture. 

after class, you ask him to join you to get lunch from the food truck on campus, "uh, yeah, whatever."

you cross your arms and stare up at him, "you don't have to come, you know." he just gives you a smirk and ruffles your hair, "nah, 'course i’ll come, 'm starvin'." 

when you get to the truck, you're looking through the menu mindlessly asking sukunas what he’s gonna get.

"...whatever you get."

you turn to him, catching him squinting at the menu. 

"you dont even know what imma get ryo."

he looks down at you again, "I trust you to pick sumn good."

you squint up at him, trying to figure him out, and he copies you, leaning down to stare at you.

you roll your eyes at him, "whatever."

after finishing your food, you both decide to head to his frat and chill in his room.

"we can watch that new horror movie you keep yapping my ear off about."

"hey! you said you wanted to watch it too, asshole."

"mhm." he chuckles, and you shove him, but he barely moves. 

you make it to his room, and you go straight to his bathroom, "sorry I really gotta pee!" you’re halfway closing the door when sukuna registers, and tries to protest, "YO holon wait-" but the door already slams in his face. "i’ll be quick, promise!" you say through the door. 

"shit." he mutters to himself. 

half a minute later, you come out holding the one thing he was afraid of you finding. 

you see, sukuna slept through his alarm barely having enough time to get ready, completely forgetting to put his contacts in. which he left on his bathroom sink. front and center. 

you give him a sly smile, "what's this, huh?" he sits back on his bed with a groan, elbows planted on his knees, shoving his hands through his hair.

"hmm? this why you were squinting all day? don’t think I ain’t notice."

he mumbles out a quiet yeah.

"can you even see me right now?" you let out a giggle, enjoying tormenting the big, bad sukuna.

he picks his head up, giving you his signature glare, "yes."

"you sure??"

his glare fades, and a pout comes on his face, which you don't think he realizes he's doing, "...kinda. you’re a bit blurry."

you almost coo out a condescending aww, but you decide he's endured enough suffering, since he’s been practically blind all day.

"you gonna put on your glasses then?"

"no gimme my contacts." he says, standing up, heading over to you, reaching his hand out.

you shake your head, "uh uh, you gotta wear your glasses 'kuna." you shove the contact case in the side of your bra, and you watch as he throws his head backwards, giving you another groan. 

"fucking fine, you brat." he turns to his desk, shifting through his desk, finding his glasses, putting them on. 

and oh. he looks good.

"happy now?" 

I mean, he was hot before, but with those thin black frames resting on his nose, you can't stop staring.

"I know they make me look like a nerd, just lemme wear my cont-"

"no-" cough, "i um, the glasses really suit you 'kuna."

that makes him freeze, and he stares at you like you grew 3 heads.

"what?! really?" he scratches the back of his neck, and you can see the faintest pink bloom on the tips of his ear. 

"yes. you need to wear them more. i'm taking your contacts."

he lets out a chuckle, regaining his composure, stepping closer to you, voice dropping, "yeah? you wan' me to wear them more?" 

shit. you shouldn't have said anything. now he’s the one making you nervous. 

“um- i mean-”

"think I look hot with glasses? that it?"

he backs you up until you're pressed against the door, and leans down so you're both face to face, "you’re real quiet now ma." he grins at you, fangs peaking out.

he glances down at your lips, subconsciously licking his own, but soon enough, he snatches his contacts from where they were peaking out of your bra, "heh, thanks for keepin' them warm f’ me."

you gape at him, "you can’t just- ryomen!" 

he just laughs as he heads to his bathroom to put his contacts in. 

damn. you're really gonna miss his glasses.

a/n: decided to switch it up with sukuna! :p wrote this very quickly lol :0 ugh I love this trope. thanks for readinggg!! <3

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Soccer captain!gojo x reader

you've been in love with your best friend satoru gojo, for years, but when he starts to hang out with the new school photographer over you, your only choice is to swallow your jealousy down, in hopes of not ruining your friendship.

wc: 3.2k

content: best friends to loverzzz!! fluff, hurt/comfort! gojo calls you bug (i think it’s a cute nickname). you’re friends w everyone.

you blow on your hands to warm them up, intensely watching satoru dribble the ball closer to the goal. hes a force to be reckoned with, shoving and manoeuvring past Kyoto's defence line. you watch in complete awe as he scores another goal, mesmerised by how easy he makes it look. 

the crowd roars as the game comes to an end, Jujutsu Tech University winning by a landslide. you watch as the team runs up to their white-haired captain, jumping on his back and ruffling his hair, as he scores the winning goal, of course. 

as the crowd starts to slowly dissipate, you head towards the gate, wanting to congratulate your best friend personally.

"hey sorry, you're blocking my shot." 

you look to where you heard the voice, noticing a preppy looking brunette holding a camera, facing the soccer team.

"oh shit, my bad lemme-"

"yeah I don't even think you're supposed to be down here by the way."

oh. well, that was uncalled for. you just met this chick. before you can even give a retort, you hear your name from the field, coming closer,

"N/N!! n/nnn!" he runs up to the gate, and you see his close buddies trailing behind him.

"hi toruu! you were amznghh," he pulls you to his chest, shoving you in one of his bear hugs before you can get a word out, but you hug him back just as hard.

"yeah? you see me score?" he smirks down at you, but Nanami scoffs behind him, "you know some of us also scored gojo." toji slaps his shoulder in agreement, "yeah you asshole." but he chuckles as he says it.

you almost forget about the photographer, but she makes her presence known, "hey gojo! you were amazing out there really! do you mind if I get some photos of you and your team if it's not too much trouble..?" 

"oh um, yeah, fosho, so what's your name?"

where the hell this nice act come from? and you weren't even rude?? whatever. someone ruffling your hair gets you out of your thoughts, looking up to see its sukuna.

"ryo hey!! you were a legend out there!!" you reach over to hug him, which he returns, "yeah well, other team sucked ass, wasn't too hard. holon' gimme a sec for this stupid photo," you hum as he walks towards the rest of the team. 

you watch as they pose, but you lose track of time as you notice the white-haired man walking towards you with that photographer,

"yeah yeah, sure ill shoot you a text."

"okay number 6~ it was nice meeting you all!!" she heads off, not giving you a second glance. 

"what was that about sato," you’re still looking at her as she furthers away.

suguru butts in, then ruffling gojo’s hair, "haha new girl totally had the hots for satoru,"

"oh for sure, number siiiix~" sukuna laughs out,

"yeah yeah whatever she's just needed photos for school," he shifts his attention back to you. "you ready to head bug?" you give him a shove for using that awful nickname he coined you in middle school. "mhm 'm ready." the team splits off as you both head towards his car.

"sooo how's my favourite girl been? thanks for coming to the game, means a lot to me, you know." ugh you love it when he calls you that, it always brings a smile to your face, "mhm ive been good, and of course, I wouldn't miss it." 

"come on, sweet girl, tell me more, you watched that..what was it called..? the righteous? last night, right? how was it?" he grins at you as he drives off, enjoying whenever you get into a tangent about your interests.

"thanks for dropping me off toru," you turn to face him. "yeah of course, bug," he shifts to turn to you, gaze softening, "we still on to study tomorrow?"

"mhm! text me when you're done with classes." he leans closer, tucking a curl behind your ear, "yeah, course n/n," but as soon as his hand brushes your cheek, he draws it back just as quick, letting out a cough. 

"yeah cool, uh- i’ll see ya later, bug" he gives you a smile as you head off. he rests his forehead on the steering wheel, you dont know what you do to him. 

the next day, you're waiting for satoru by his locker when you notice him talking to that photographer at the end of the hallway. "you think they're hookin up?" you heart almost jumps out of your chest, "GOD shoko, gimme a warning next time, fuck." "haha sorry, babe, so uh, those two, huh?" 

"yeah idk she's lowk snakey, but who knows, the boys think she's into him." she lets out a chuckle, "yeah I can see that." you look back at the two, and he's leaning down to hear what she's saying, both laughing to each other. god, this is starting to ruin your day.

gojo looks up then, making eye contact with you, sending you a wide grin, but you turn your attention back to shoko, "you know anything bout her, sho?"

"nah, she doesn't talk much in photography club, but she does love taking pics for the soccer team. only time I heard her speak was to volunteer for sports column." 

you dont have a chance to respond as a heavy arm pulls you back into something firm. ugh. "hey shoko," he gives her a wink and leans down to your ear, "hi bug, you waiting for me?" you elbow his stomach, "please you wish, you were too busy-" 

"wait satoru! so were on for later, right??" completely cutting you off as shoko gives you a look.

"huh? oh yeah sure" you turn to look up at him giving him a confused look, "bro I thought we were gonna study?" satoru gives "you a guilty look rubbing the back of his neck, but camera girl speaks for him, "oh satoru said you wouldn't mind," she gives you an innocent look, "plus I reaaally need to get these pics, you understand right?"

you step out of gojo’s arms, "yeah sure dont worry about it." you smile at her, but then give a flat look to satoru. "n/n...cmon ill get you lunch?" he pleads. "it’s chill gojo, imma head to the library i’ll see you tomorrow then?" you turn away, heading with shoko. camera girl heads off too giving a last wave to satoru.

"...shit." he whispers to himself. 

satoru goes through his day with a cloud of guilt over his head. you’re still responding to his texts, which is a good sign, but you're being dry, which he hates.

he learns that camera girls name is cammie, during the impromptu photoshoot, with some of his other teammates. they keep messing about, but he just wants to get this over with and head to your dorm to apologize. 

by the time they finish its late, but he shoots you a text anyways 

toru🩵 u awake bug? toru🩵 im finished u wanna hang?

hes already heading to your dorm.

n/n <3 no. 

ooh a period, your being sassy he thinks

toru🩵 im comin over n/ns

n/n <3 fine.

you sigh to yourself as you hear knocks on your door, knowing who it is, "hi satoru, the shoot go well?" you head back to sit on your bed, going back on your phone. 

"oh yeah, it took ages though, i’m sorry for bailing on you sweets, I can tell you're a little pissed." he chuckles.

"nah im ok." 

he gives you a look from your desk chair, knowing how you get.

"ok y/n cmon talk to me, stop bein' quite."

"whaat there's nothing to say im fine its chill." you whine out.

"so you just gonna sit in silence when were hanging out, huh?"

"you literally invited yourself."

....

"fine ill go if you don't want me here." he starts to stand, but you don't look at him.

"if you want, i’ll see you tomorrow." ok maybe you’re being a little harsh, but you’re tired and grumpy.

"ok. i'll leave you be. I know you're probably tired, I'll text you." he gives your knee a squeeze and leaves.

uuugh.

you’re already feeling guilty, you know you were in the wrong, you'll text him when you wake up. 

next morning, you stick to your word,

n/n <3 hey toru im sorry for last night. can we meet b4 class? 

you put your phone down, feeling a little anxious hell be mad at you, but he’s known you for years, he knows what your like. you check your phone again, seeing his notification,

toru🩵 gotta meet with cammie b4 class, u free 4 lunch?

n/n <3 who's cammie? and yeah lunch works

toru🩵 camera girl toru🩵 i’ll see u at lunch bug 

that girl again?? you can't even be jealous cause hes not yours, but this is just getting annoying. 

by the time lunch rolls around, you spot him standing by your locker on his phone. you let out a sigh, feeling tense all morning, and walk up to him, straight into his chest, hugging him. 

"hey miss grumpy," he kisses your forehead, wrapping you in a hug, "you alrigh'?" 

you mumble in his chest, "mhm, im sorry. you just keep ditching me for that cammie girl." you feel him tense. 

"hey, she needed pictures for the school, and I wanted to help. I can't really say no." hmm. not the response you were looking for. "yeah but she acts so fake, especially when i’m there." he gives you a confused look. of course, he wouldn't see it, you're not surprised.

"fake? cmon n/n she's new give her a break, she's really nice."

"sure. oh well, here's your girl. i’ll give you two some privacy. i’ll text you later," you pat his chest, leaving before you hear her voice. 

later after classes, you send him a text asking him if he wanted to join you in the library to study.

toru🩵 im sorryyy cammie asked to hang out, u free tomoz? 

nah your over this. finals are coming up, and you need to focus on that. 

n/n<3 ok and nah gotta study tmro

toru🩵 study date? :)))

n/n<3 rain check 

you switch your phone off, annoyed, but heading to the library nonetheless to get a bit of studying in. stupid work, stupid essay, stupid satoru. ugh. 

your head is lying on your folded arms already over this essay, but someone slaps their hands on both your shoulders, making you yelp, "yoo y/n whaddup?" omg this heathen, "toji u asshole, scaring the shit outta me." He sends you a smile, "haha sorry kid," he moves down to sit next to you. "you comin tomorrow?"

you give him a confused look, "um, to what exactly, lol?" "gojo ain’t tell you?" you shake your head, already pissed again, "party tomorrow. at mine. surprised he ain't tell you." you just sigh out loud. 

"yeah ill see, i’m studying tomorrow, so I might be dead."

"yeah no presh, you need a lift home?" you lean your head on his shoulder, "you sure? that would be so goated bro.”

"yeah yeah cmon kid."

you make it to your dorm building quickly, but you spot satoru waiting outside, his attention piqued as he recognises tojis car.

you hear toji chuckle as you step out, satoru walking towards you. 

"yo toji," he gives him a nod, then turns his attention to you, "thought you were inside n/n, you coulda texted me if you needed a ride, I woulda picked you up."

"you were busy with cammie its ok," you then look back to toji through the window, "i’ll come to the party tomorrow toji, see you there." you wave at him, then look back at satoru who's glaring at toji. "well, I feel dead, so i’m going up to bed."

that draws his attention back to you as toji drives away, "huh- wait, hold on, you didn't text me you were coming tomorrow."

"well I was just informed about today by toji, gojo."

"what?? I defo told you bout it."

"you didn't gojo."

"stop calling me that bug, and I did, today when we were hanging in-" he goes quite biting his lip whisper a curse under his breath. 

"I thought I invited you. I promise. I'll pick you up n take you tomorrow, yeah?" you dont even know how to feel. that he was picturing you when he told another girl, or the fact that he invited another girl and not you. 

"its alright, imma go up though i’m tired." 

"wait bug lemme come up-"

"gojo im tired ill see you at the party." you head up to your dorm, ignoring his protests and face-plant on your bed. 

you wake up already dreading tonight. you check your phone, seeing texts from gojo, but ignoring them, you can't deal with it right now. 

you end up spending the day at the library, phone on dnd, tunnel vision on finishing your essay. 

the party comes round quicker than expected, and suddenly you're at the front door with shoko, "ugh this is gonna blow, sho."

"nah it won't come on lets get drunk and have fun."

geto lets you both in, welcoming you both with a hug, letting shoko go find utahime too swap spit, you think, and you find yourself in the kitchen pouring yourself a drink. 

whatever. everything is whatever. you’re just gonna drink and have fun and maybe mess around with sat- someone. uuuugh. 

you finish your drink and decide to take 2 shots to get you in that sociable, fun headspace. but as soon as you felt it come, it leaves as you spot your best friend with cammie when he should be making it up to you. cause he messed up. god why are guys always this dense? 

sukuna slides in front of your vision before you can dwell on it, "hey tiny, you want another drink?"

"no thanks ryo" you say, looking at your shoes. he picks up your chin with his hand, making you face him, "hey cmon you can't be grouchy at a party." 

you bite your lip, "I know, just tired, I think." sukuna pauses, looking more serious now, "you sure? you rather ditch n smoke?"

"um yeah, maybe, but I don't want to drag you from the party" "nah cmon tiny lets head."

you feel a presence behind you making you freeze, "bug, you didn't tell me you were here," then his attention to the other man infant of you, "sukuna. think toji asked for you out back." sukuna lets out a chuckle, "hes a big boy. why dont you help him gojo. or are you too busy making heart eyes at cammie." 

good lord. you take a step back from being in the middle of them not wanting to get caught in this. 

satoru shoves him lightly, chuckling, "got jokes, huh? go help toji." sukuna shoves him back firmer, "i’m good, bud. me n n/n were boutta ditch anyways. weren't we y/n?" you just nod, not even wanna look at either of them, feeling the tension rolling of in waves. 

"n/n cmon we haven't hung out in ages, been missing you." that almost makes you fold, and stay put, but cammie slides up right next to him, "toru come dance with me, I love this songgg." he smoothly shoves her arm off of him, looking back at you.

you look up at him, "toru, huh? cmon ryo im bored." you turn to leave, sukuna sending a mean smirk to gojo, to which he ignores, grabbing your arm, "n/n, sweets lets talk cmon."

"let go of me, don't wanna keep your girl waiting."

"Y/N she's not my-"

"let her go bro she doesn't wanna be around you." sukuna steps in between you. "god sukuna this ain't about you fuck off." giving him a harsher shove, making him bump back on the counter. shit.

"you mother fu-" 

"ok ok enough lets go sukuna, gojo out back" geto and toji, your guardian angels, step in, pulling both of them back, not wanting a fight to break out. 

tojis still talking to sukuna and you look over to see cammie trying to comfort gojo, but he completely shoves her off, telling her to get lost. he shoves his hands in his hair, messing up his perfect hair. 

you step outside towards him, rubbing a hand on his back, which makes him tense, "CAMMIE leave me the fuck- oh." he swivels his head, realising it's you and not cammie. 

"n/n..." he whispers out. he looks wrecked. he steps closer, reaching out for a hug. you hesitate for a sec, and you see a flash of hurt cross his face. but you decide to throw him a bone. you love him too much.

you face plant into his chest, and his arms immediately wrap around you pulling you closer, "im sorry n/n im so so sorry." you look up at him, "you didn't do anything satoru. I didn't mean to get in-between you and cammie. youre allowed to talk to whoever," you give him a sad smile stepping out of his arms.

"you guys make a cute couple! just dont forget about me, haha! I still know aaall your-" your sentence gets cut off with a pair of lips? but that feeling is soon gone as he pulls back, holding both your cheeks in his palm. 

"y/n, sweetheart," he leans giving you another peck, "could never forget about you sweets. you're all I talk about. all i've ever thought about bug." he coos out. but now you're confused. 

you hold onto his wrists, "but cammie- I came, and you were chatting her up. and- I don't mean to sound jealous, but you've been hanging out with her a lot, and me, not a lot." you pout up at him, still slightly mad at him. 

"she was just showing me the final shots. and im sorry for pushing my favourite girl aside, but I swear I don't like her like that. never liked her like that. started to assume she liked me when we hung out, but I shut it down. wasn't gonna dance with her either, only wanna dance with you. it’s only ever been you." 

the alcohol is making you more emotional, tears falling without your consent, but they're quickly wiped away by your favourite person. 

"that true toru? can't mess with my feelings sato, don't do that." lips wobbling as you push that sentence out without bawling your eyes out. 

"never lied to you, pretty. not starting now. I love you, y/n." that gets the waterworks going, and you shove your hands in his collar and pull him to your lips, finally feeling whole again. you’re both fighting for dominance, but you let him lead, melting at the feeling of his tongue running along your lips, asking for entrance. 

you lean back before you both end up naked on the porch, leaning your forehead on his,"I love you toru. so much. thought I was losing you." "awh baby, no, no, never lost me, i’m right here. not going anywhere. I promise. 'm all yours. forever," he coos out, stroking your cheeks. 

he lays the most gentle kiss to your forehead, "im sorry, sweet girl. gonna make it up to you, yeah?" "mhm ok toru." you shove your head in his chest, content with being in your safe place. 

"cmon bug lets head to mine. your sleeping over," he smiles down at you, which you return, "ok toru!" 

you both head out of the party, hand in hand, gathering looks, but all he sees is you. only you.

a/n: heyy!! lowkey rushed asl icl n ignore any mistakes u saw :D happy holidays!! appreciate u all for reading!! :33 mwah! (lowercase int.)

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Satoru Gojo

gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | the higher-ups kidnap you and gojo is beyond pissed

nerdjo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | fratjo wants you and his bro, nerdjo together

nerdjo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | nerdjo is in a band and plays the bass

actor!gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | based on that tom n Zendaya clip w/ the paps

plug!gojo x stoner!reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | your situationship turned boyfriend becomes your plug

soccer captain!gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort | best friends to lovers with jealousyyy

nerdjo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | gojo is a touch starved sap

older bf!gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | uni stress n gojo comforts you

soccer!captain gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | you don’t wear his jersey, which gets him pissy

gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | he picks u up from the club

frat!gojo x stoner!reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | situationship gojo catches you smoking with choso and gets jealous

frat!gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, hurt/comfort | ‘who did this to you’

frat!gojo x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | waking up hungover w boyfie gojo

Q!nerdjo x 007!reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | he gives you your gadgets for your mission

Ryomen Sukuna

sukuna x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | he secretly wears glasses

sukuna x reader

⋆˙⟡ sfw, fluff | he only cooks for you, and is really good

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Older bf!gojo x reader

You tend to bottle up your emotions when things get bad, and after a stressful week at uni, Satoru knows you're about to break.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: ayee thanku for the crazy luv on last post wth!! <33 hurt/comfort!! (who guessed :D) assertive gojo hehe. siiigh wish he was real ;( thought this wuld b perf with finals and alll :3

It’s after 9 when you get a text from your boyfriend asking where you are. Usually, you’d be having dinner with Satoru, but deadlines have been sneaking up on you, forcing you to stay later than usual.  

Toru🩵 Hi baby, you still at the library?

Toru🩵 You should be home by now.

You read his texts as they come in, but choose to ignore them. You know he doesn't like it when you don't respond, but it’s only adding to your overwhelming stress and anxiety. You know he's expecting you, but this is more important right now.

Your hands were shaking from the 2nd large red bull you finished drinking, but you had to keep going. You had to put 100% of your time and effort into this. Because if you don't? You'd just be letting your parents down. Again. This was the only way you felt you could show them your worth. 

You ignored the tears welling in your eyes for the 5th time tonight.

Bzzz

You groan knowing its Satoru, but deciding to pick up so he can leave you to work quicker.

“What”

A pause. 

“’Scuse me?” His deep voice rumbles through the phone.

“Hello Satoru. You already know I’m in the library, I’m working on my essay, and I have to get back to it, ok?” You say as you push the lump forming in your throat down

“Hi baby. Pack your things. I’m coming to pick you up.” 

“What?! I just told you I-”

“I heard what you said. Pack your things, ok? I’ll be there soon,” and then the line goes dead.

What the fuck. Why is he doing this?? Does he not care you have assignments to hand in?? That affect your whole degree?! You think, while stubbornly packing up your things, subconsciously not wanting to get on his bad side. 

By the time you pack up your things and head outside, he's leaning against his Mercedes, waiting for you. But he doesn't greet you with his usual smile. 

“Ready to head home?”

“Well, I needed to stay and work on my essay, Satoru.” 

“Have you even eaten yet?”

…

You stay silent, not looking in his eyes. 

“Alright. Get in the car.” He opens the door for you, gesturing to get inside. You cross your arms, gritting your teeth, but still deciding to get in the car. 

“I understand you're stressed, but I want the attitude gone before we get home, yeah?” He says, not looking at you, but driving off towards his penthouse. 

You say nothing, turning your whole body towards the window, willing the tears you can feel coming to go away. He places his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze, which you know as he's here. 

Once you make it up to his penthouse, you make a beeline straight to his room after kicking off your shoes.

He grabs your wrist gently, but firmly. “Not so fast. We need to have a chat.”

Fuck. You hate confrontation more than anything. You’ve never been able to handle it well.

“No, we don’t, let me go.” You tug hard on his wrist, but he doesn’t relent. 

“Y/n, look at me. Tell me what’s got you so anxious. I'm worried about you, kiddo.” 

You shrug your shoulders, trying to get out of his hold, and head to the safe haven of the bedroom. But he doesn't let go.

You're still facing away from him, “N-nothin. ‘M fine, I swear…” the last word comes out as a whisper as your resolve starts to crack. But you refuse to cry and act like a baby over this. It’s only an essay. He fights curses for a living, for fucks sake. You’re just being dramatic, you think as you bite your lip. 

Satoru sees what’s happening. He knows you inside and out. He just needs you to let the walls down and let out the emotions you know you’ve been keeping pent up inside. And he knows exactly how to do that. 

“’s school stressin' you out, hm? You havin’ a hard time with your essays?” He coos out lowly. He brings a hand to your cheek, guiding you to face him, and you let him. 

You shake your head, “Mm-mm… it’s fine, m’ handlin’ it… ’s just a bit hard.” You almost whine out. He can tell you're just about fall apart. But he needs you to know he's right there to catch you.

He leans down to look in your eyes, and coos out oh so softly, “I know you're not ok, baby. You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? ‘S ok.” He kisses your forehead then, resting there for a few seconds, when he hears you sniffling. 

“I-I jus…there’s so much to do- and i-i,” you heave out a breath, “I gotta do good-.. if I don’t-… I’ll-…my parents…I just can’t.” You're whining now, whipping harshly at the tears that are falling, still facing down and away from Satoru. 

“Hey, hey shh…look at me, sweetheart,” you let him guide you face towards him, “I see how hard you’ve been working, yeah? And I’m so so proud of you.” More tears spilling from your eyes, but your hands are too busy gripping his shirt like a lifeline. 

He pulls you into his chest, letting out gently, “‘Cmere, my poor girl,” that gets you to crumble, as you choke out a sob you’ve been holding in the whole night. 

“Shh shh, I got you,” he whispers in your hair.

“I’m here, you can let it out now,” you heave out a sob, shoving your face in his chest, gripping tight on his shirt.  

“‘S just so hard…n I- I just wanna do good.” You gasp out, sniffling loudly

“You are sweet girl, you’re doing so well.” You let out a whine at that, and he pulls you even closer to his chest with one hand on the back of your nape, and the other wrapped around your torso. 

“B-but- I…I-“ you can barely get another word out, with how fast your breathing,

“Hey, shh, baby, you gotta breathe for me, ok?” He pulls you towards the couch, shifting you on his lap, arms still tightly wrapped around you. 

You try, you really try, but you're barely getting any oxygen in.

“Shh, just breathe in with me, ok? Can you be good and do that f’me?” 

You look up at him, tears still falling, but trying harder to breathe steadily. 

“M-mhm.” You just about say, nodding. 

“That’s it… my good girl, hm? So smart too.” He coos in your hair

At this point, your head is lying on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, still letting out little breaths and shudders, but able to breathe much more comfortably now. 

“I got you, ok, baby? Whenever shit gets rough, whenever you feel like you’re falling, you come to me, ok? I’ll always be here to catch you,” he mumbles out lowly, “Need you to understand that sweet girl.” 

You whine into his neck, shoving your face closer, still feeling too vulnerable to move from your spot. 

Moments later, he makes a move to get up, “Gotta get some food in you, angel, you haven’t eaten anything.”

But your grip tightens at the thought of him leaving you, shaking your head, “Mm-mm, don't leave toru-” your breath hitches, 

He lifts you up in his arms like you weigh nothing, heading to the kitchen, “Not leaving you, silly girl, but you are eating something, ok?” 

“...Mm ok. Love you,” you snuggle back in his neck inhaling his smell, wrapping your limbs around him like a koala.

“Love you always, sweet girl. ’S gonna be ok.”  

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Soccer captain!gojo x reader

No one knows you both are together. He wants you to wear his jersey to his game. You don’t think you’re ready for that type of attention yet.

wc: 2.3k

a/n: heyy! hurt/comfort, angst if you squint. petty gojo (he’s whipped 4 u). Just whipped this up lol.

The crowd roars as number 6 scores the final goal of the game, Jujutsu University - 5 | Kyoto University 1. Parents, students and teachers all screaming for who they all came to see play. You admit, he is a sight to behold, seeing him practically teleport as he dodges and toys with the other team, points coming through like nothing. 

You get it, though. The glory. You're not better than anyone here; you can just about admit you hold some sort of glory towards him. You wouldn’t tell him that, though. 

You leave the game early, heading to his parked car in the corner of the lot. You know he's gonna take a while and all, laughing and joking with everyone that comes up to him, congratulating him, too nice to push by them even if he can’t feel his legs.

Thats what you hate, or envy, really, about him. He's too nice. He shouldn’t be this nice when the people around him are the opposite. He genuinely cares. Which is why you feel so guilty for letting him down. Again. 

He comes up to you then, finally being about to relax, body dropping with tiredness. But there’s an extra feeling you can see in his eyes, one you hate to see. 

“Hey.” No nickname. Hm. 

“Hey toru! You were so amazing out there, honestly. ’s so cool.” You shoot him a weak smile, still biting your lip. 

“Thanks. Really ‘preciate that…” he gives you a smile, eyes looking to the tree line,

“So, um, if you brought the jersey I gave you, I can wear it tomorrow for uh practice.” He extends his hand to you. 

You shift uncomfortably in your spot, “Well, um, it’s back in my dorm, on my desk.”  

“Oh. Ok.” He goes quiet then, knowing you didn’t think to give it a second guess to wear it. 

“I can drop you-”

“Are we goin to yo-”

You both freeze. You don’t make a move to speak. 

“You didn’t wear it.” You can almost hear the disappointment in his tone.

“I’m sorry, really. I want to trust me, but I don’t think you realise how that’s gonna look. For me. And for you.” You say, looking in his eyes.

“I don't care! How do I make you believe that?!” Frantically pushing back his hair, huffing, “I understand you're scared. I do. But it’s just my number. Even though I'd prefer if you wrote my name and number on your cheek,” he throws a cheeky smirk, “it barely confirms anything. I don't see your issue seriously.” His tone instantly shifts. Eyes turning cold.

“But it does. It’s gonna change everything! Why are you not thinking about that?! God, do you think about anything in this relationship?? About me?!” You exclaim harshly, already mentally tired of the repeated ‘conversations’ you have about this. 

He grits his teeth, clenching his teeth so as not say something he regrets. 

“Of course I do. Don’t even imply that.” His tone shifts to one of hurt.

You hesitate for a beat too long.

“Whatever. Won’t hafta’ hear me ask you again. I’ll make sure no one even suspects we’re a thing. That work for you? Ok.” He says, not waiting for your response has he heads to the drivers side. 

“Satoru, don’t walk away.”

“Get in. I’ll drop you off.”

You bite your lip harder, squeezing your fingers. You wait till he gets in to finally turn and get in the car as well.

You get to yours quicker than expected, driving in silence, but you don't make a move to unbuckle yet.

“Um, you wanna come inside? I have some of your clothes, n we can relax tog-”

“Look. I'm tired, and I got homework t’ finish n stuff.” He's looking at the wheel, body not even turned to face you. 

“Seriously? Satoru please. I'm really sorry for not wearing your jersey. I can make it up to you, just come inside..?”

“Can’t y/n. I appreciate you coming to the game. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He finally looks at you, but just to give you a tight lip smile. 

Oh. 

“Right.. ok then, see you tomorrow.” You get out of his car, walking up to the door, already hearing him drive away. 

You’re already regretting your decision. 

He didn’t even wait for you to return it. 

When you woke up the next morning, you still hadn’t received any texts from him. Fine. It's ok. He still needs time to cool off. It’s chill. 

You bite your lip, looking at your phone. You fold instantly,

my baby❤️ good morning toru🩵

my baby❤️ u wanna meet for coffee before class?

By the time you got ready and headed to class, he still hadn’t texted you. Fine. If he wants to be petty and ignore you, oh, you can play that game.

You don’t sit next to him in class. Don’t look at him. Don’t even think about him. Your phone buzzes, and you catch yourself  hoping that it’s him. 

toruuuu🩵🩵 not gonna sit next to me?

You put your phone back down, facing the lecturer again. Class ends, and since you never got your coffee, you thought now would be a perfect time. 

Satoru watches you pack your things, not once looking his way, and he would know. He’s been staring at you the whole time. Maybe he was a douche for ignoring you. Whatever. You wouldn’t even wear a fucking shirt. 

He just wanted to show you off, and you to show him off. Cus he’s proud to be your boyfriend and have you as his girlfriend. He wants the whole school to see. But he’s starting to get the idea you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him as his girl. 

“Yo wait up!” He catches up to you as you're leaving,

You don’t say anything.

“Oh cmon silent treatment?”

You stop walking to look at him.

“Last time I checked, you didn’t want anyoneee to have a slight suspicion we’re together. And you aired me. So yeah. I’m ignoring you now.” 

“Ok, I was being petty last night, fine, I'm sorry, but what about the jersey?? You seriously still won’t wear a goddamn shirt??”

“Gojo, drop it. I don't want to talk about this again. Maybe get one of your groupies to wear your number if you want it so badly, they’d be more willing.” You spit harshly.

“Fine. I will.” 

You pause.

“Excuse me?” 

“Hey, you said it, you won’t even have to worry about coming to my game. I’ll have my groupie after all.” He says, both of you staring at each other, too stubborn to make things right, instead adding fuel to the fire. You know he's saying this to be petty, but it hurt more than you'd like to admit. 

There was a noticeable shift in your relationship after that moment. Texts were few in between, barely saying hi when you pass each other, and hanging out was a thing of the past, even if it's only been a few days. 

You hate that it got to this point. He’s your boyfriend. You love him like you’ve never loved anything else. And you know he does, too. Well, you hope. But you’re both too hard-headed to apologise.

It makes you anxious not being around him. Not knowing who he's talking to. Especially if it involves other girls. Maybe you are a little possessive. But now, you don’t even know if he’s entertaining the many, many girls who come up to him to flirt. Are you guys on a break? Does he think you’re on a break?

It makes your stomach churn. 

You’re in the library trying to focus on studying, but you hear a sudden shrill of giggles and jocky voices enter the library. 

“Satoru your so funnyyy”

“You’re inviting me to your game riiight”

“We’ll be cheering for you, Satoru!!”

All the while, he shuts none of it down, responding in an equally flirty manner. 

They’re sitting at the table right next to yours, having the perfect view of Satoru laughing with girls who aren’t you. 

You’re sick of this. You’re an adult. You decide to make the first move. 

You reach his table, tapping on his shoulder, ignoring the looks his team and girls give you,

“Um, Satoru, can we talk? Outside, please?” You mumble to him, not liking all the attention on you right now. 

He lets out a chuckle, “Uhh, do I know you?” Some of the girls snicker,

“toruuu, who is thiiiss, cmon we need to plan the after party!!”

Heat creeps up your neck, feeling humiliated in the span of 2 seconds, but you hold firm, “Gojo. We need to talk outside. Now.” His smile drops, and he shoots up out of his chair with the speed of light. 

“R-right, yeah lets talk.” You lead him outside the library, him following you like a shadow. 

You don’t speak for a few seconds, 

“Give me your jersey.”

“Wai- huh? What?” He lets out confusedly. 

“I don't like this. You're acting like you don’t even have a girlfriend. I’ll wear your goddamn jersey if it’ll make you act like my boyfriend again.” You say with your arms crossed, looking at his feet.

“Are you saying this cause you want to, or out of jealousy,” he pauses, “cause if it's the latter, then what difference does it make?” 

Your heart stutters, just wanting to make up and be done with it, but he's making this harder than it needs to be. 

He grabs your arms, unfolding them and reaching to hold your hands, “Listen y/n, I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't wanna do. I want you to wear my jersey for me. To see you in the crowd, glowing with my number, cheering for me. This has nothing to do with anyone else,” he looks off to the side, “but if you wear it, to prove something to some irrelevant two-face girls, you're not really doing it for me.”

This is going deeper than you thought it would, and your throat is starting to close up, 

“O-ok, but you’re the one practically flirting with those girls! One of them even called you toru, and you didn’t stop them!!” Your eyes start welling. 

“Yeah, cause I knew you were watching, baby, and it would finally make you talk to me.” He chuckles. 

“You could’ve chosen to speak to me, too, you know. Goes both ways.” You mumble out. 

“Yeah, well, I guess were both just stubborn idiots arent we?” He smiles down at your pout.

“I’ll wear your jersey, ok? For you. For us. I didn’t think it would escalate like this, and I'm sorry. I didn’t realise how much this meant to you.” You give his hands a squeeze. God, you’ve missed his touch. 

“Ok, sweetheart. Only if you want to. I'm sorry for pushing you, and being petty, aaand ignoring you. I love you, nothing has changed, I swear.” His hands shift to cup your cheeks, “I’m sorry for being mean. I don’t like this either. Missed you so much. Miss hearing your voice, n holding you, n waking up to your bed head.” That makes you giggle and slap his shoulder,

“Yours is worse than mine! n I guess I forgive you for being a mean asshole. But I love you. Missed you too. Was going a bit crazy lowkey. Especially when those girls were-” He cuts you off with a kiss, 

“I love when you get jealous over me, but fuck baby, just kiss me please.” You reach on your toes to grant his wish, but it’s barely a kiss, clashing teeth more than lips. 

You break apart slowly, his forehead resting on yours, 

“Won’t do that again, ok? We’re gonna talk things out. Properly. No ignoring each other and petty games, yeah sweet girl?” You melt in his hold

“Yeah. Ok, toru.”

“I’m sorry, baby, for hurting you. Come back to mine? Please? Gotta make it up to my sweet girl.” He says, stroking your cheek,

“Hmm…” you tap your chin pretending to think about it, but you honestly can’t stay mad at him for long. 

“Oh, you’re sooo cruel to me,” he pulls you into his chest with one hand on the back of your head, “I guess I deserve it, huh, was mean to my girl, hm?”

“Yeah, you were being a douche.” You mumble into his shirt, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, “Take me back to yours toru”.

Back in his dorm, you're holding up a skirt and a pair of jeans, seeing which would pair better with the jersey you're currently sporting. 

“Wear the skirt.” Satoru chimes in, watching you from his place on his bed. 

“Yeah? The colour does go with it more…” You shift to look in the mirror again.

“Come here, pretty.”

“Toru, I gotta pick, and were leaving soon.”

“Pretty. Come here.” 

You turn to look at him, and he's giving you one of those looks that makes your knees buckle. You’re moving towards him before your mind catches up. 

He pulls you towards him, manoeuvring you to straddle him, hands planted on your hips firmly. 

“Love you,” kiss “so pretty”, kiss “my whole world.” Another kiss.

You let out a flurry of giggles, ”Babe, that tickles AH-“ more kisses.  

“Every goal I score is for you. I’m utterly obsessed with you.” He shifts his hands under your, his, jersey so his hands are on your bare waist.

“Seeing you in this makin me crazy.” He leans in to kiss you again. Longer this time. More meaningful, “Won’t ever treat you like that again.”

Next time you see him, is when he scores, crowd going wild, this time including you,

“WOO GO BABY!” You scream with the crowd, proudly standing with his too-big jersey draped over you. You don't care if you get looks. It doesn’t matter right now. His eyes immediately spot you in the crowd, pointing to you, flashing one of his best smiles, mouthing for you. 

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Gojo x reader

You call your sleepy bf to pick you up from a night out <3

wc: .8k

a/n: Just sumn short instead of doing school work :D college au. fluff n comfort!! Soccer captain gojo next perhaps...

[Baby <3] hrlloooo

[Baby <3] bbaby

[Baby <3] mylove

Standing in one of the bathroom stalls, you text your boyfriend, having had enough of your night out. You're not insanely drunk, but one thought about Satoru got you missing him deeply, wanting to be in his presence now. 

You see 3 dots appear on your screen almost immediately, grinning to yourself. 

[My toru🩵] Hi sweetheart, u having fun?

[My toru🩵] U doing ok?

Satoru texts back, having been up working on one of his biochem assignments. He decides to call you, thinking it would be easier for you than typing, but you decline. Huh. That has him leaning up, concern flooding his body,

[My toru🩵] Baby u ok? Pick up now

[Baby <3] hahajasj

[Baby <3] all gud toonoisy t call

[Baby <3] miss uuuuu 

That makes Satoru calm down, knowing you're ok, but he’s already moving to grab his keys and put on a sweater, guessing you wanna go home.

[My toru🩵] Gonna pick u up 

[My toru🩵] Stay with ur friends baby

You start giggling to yourself over the thought of seeing your boyfriend, even though he was with you while you got ready. 

You don’t think he realises how dominant he sounds in his texts, knowing that’s just his texting style, but it gets your heart fluttering all over again.

[Baby <3] yesssirrr hehesjs luvuu

You head out of the bathroom, spotting your girls dancing not too far away, waiting for you. 

“Omg let me guessss you folded and texted him, and now he’s coming to pick you up?” One of your friends says, laughing, about the big grin on your face.

“Mhm!! Ugh, he's just amazeeee omg I miss him,” You say still slightly dancing, “You guys heading or staying?”

“Girlll, we’re gonna stay like another hour! Text me when you get home thooo!” Your other friend says, and you say your goodbyes and start heading towards the front.

[My toru🩵] Come outside baby

You put your jacket on as you read his text and head outside searching for him. It doesn’t take you long to spot your sleepy white haired man leaning against his car, the sight making you speed to him,

“Toruuuuu!! My baby missed you so much!” You rush into his chest, snuggling into him and inhaling his slightly cologned scent.

“Hi pretty, you have fun?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, loving when you get like this, affection rolling out like waves and having you rely on him. 

“Mhm! Was fun, music was good, but was missing you. Did you miss me?” You're pouting up at him now, chin resting below his chest, 

“‘Course baby, always miss my pretty girl.” He kisses your forehead, making you grin.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?”

“With you, right? You’re taking me back to yours, right?” Your pout comes back full force, not wanting to be separated from him, the thought making your eyes glossy.

Satoru lets out a chuckle, knowing you must’ve drank more than you said you would, “Of course you're coming back with me, what a silly question, baby.” You smush your face back into his chest, heat rising to your cheeks, “Wtvrrr.”

He leads you inside the car, buckling your seat belt, and heading to the other side to start the car up. He knows what comes next, wanting to see your eyes shine when he says his next words, 

“Sweet girl, you want McDonald's?” He begins to laugh when you let out the biggest gasp imaginable,

“OMG yes yes absolutely please toru, is it still open? That would be so amazing, you’re so goated for that.” You grab onto his bicep, looking into his glaciers of eyes, hoping to convey your appreciation.

“Haha, thought so baby, which is why your genius of a boyfriend already got it!” He turns to grab it from the backseat and hands it to you, expecting another massive gasp, but all he sees are your eyes swelling with tears paired with the cutest pout he's ever seen, 

“Awh no baby, no tears, you’re supposed to be happy.” He reaches to cup your cheek, brushing a fallen tear. You lean into his hand spluttering, “Jus love you, you know. You're so perfect. You know I love you, right..? I’m sorry if I don’t say it enough, but I do yaknow, more than anyone ever.” 

He cuts off your emotional spiral with a kiss to your lips, already expecting this, “I know you love me n/n, you make me feel so loved every day, sweetheart. And I love you.” He kisses your nose, making you giggle.

“Now eat your maccies, I got you extra garlic mayo.”

“Toruuuuu,” you lean forward to kiss him again, trying to push all your love into this kiss. 

You lean back down to finally feast on the food he got you, while he starts driving back to his dorm, with you feeding him bites every now and then with his hand in its righteous place on your thigh. 

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Frat!gojo x stoner!reader

You’re in a situationship with the frat president and he catches you smoking with stoner!choso. Jealousy ensues :p

wc: 1.9k

a/n: tysm for the support on my last post <3. Fratjo again no surprise here. I swear i will change it up :D. Lowk crybaby!reader. Angst if you squint. Hurt/comfort :3 Everyone in the frat luvs you.

You're not 100% sure if Satoru knows you smoke quite often. You know he doesn’t smoke, so you’ve never really tried that hard to bring it up or talk about it, ending up leaning towards the resident frat stoner for a smoking buddy. 

Which is how you end up on the familiar front steps of the frat, texting Choso that you're outside. He swings the door open, muttering a casual “Yoo dawg”, which you return with a sweet smile,

“Hi Chosooo!”

He brings you up to his room, earning a few sideways glances from the other resident frat bros, all knowing your ‘situation’ with Gojo, but you just signal that you’re gonna smoke with Choso. 

The guys didn’t tag you as a smoker, which makes Toji and Sukuna raise their brows in shock.

“Wait yo you smoke?? How come fuckface never said anything?”

You pause on the steps, responding, “Bro idk he doesn’t smoke so I never really bring it up but yeah I smoke like all the time lol” You send a shy smile.

“WHAT” Sukuna and Toji exclaim at the same time, “This is amazing, we gotta smoke together, I got this massive Rick n Morty bong…” He trails off, making Nanami sigh from his position on his couch.

Choso yells from his room to hurry, so you wave to the boys, sending promises to smoke with them, and head to Choso's room. 

“Ok, so I got this new shit, supposed to be from Cali, super bomb, bro said imma be laughing at walls n shit.”

“Sweeeet, so we're gonna act even more insane now.” 

“Exactlyyy bruh.”

While Choso rolls up at his desk, you think about texting Satoru that you're at his frat, but you were getting the vibe he’s stressed, cutting his usually fun vocabulary to short, blunt answers. The last thing you said was in response to him asking what your plans were, returning the question to him. That was about noon. It’s 8pm now. 

You at least expected him to respond, yaknow, keep the convo going, which lowkey made you a bit salty, but since you're both technically not in a relationship, you didn’t think it was that important to text him your whereabouts. 

“So, um, is tor- uh Gojo doing ok..? Haha, he um, has been kinda dry with texting,” you say while looking around Choso's room.

“Yeah ig.”

“Bro, you're no fucking help ugh,” you say as you lay back down on his bed, “…Is he-…you think he’s getting bored or something?” You wouldn’t normally be this concerned over a situationship, knowing how it goes, but Choso's great at listening, and this has been weighing on your conscious more and more.

“Huh??? No, ‘course not. Think the school might be breathing down his neck with frat Pres stuff, but he’s defo not bored with you, he’s prolly just stressed.” 

“Hmm,” you say, not completely convinced, you contemplate sending a quick text, but Choso starts waving the blunt in your face,

“Yo check it! Dare I say, packed beautifully.” You take hold of the J, feeling how he packed it,

“Damn, what the hell, I can never get it this tight.”

After you smoke about half, you decide to tap out, not wanting to turn into a non-verbal zombie,

“Yo, you want any snacks?” Choso doesn’t look up from his phone as he says this, but starts leaning up. 

“Um durrr,” you say as you head to his door, making Choso laugh, which then makes you laugh.

Your halfway out the door still giggling with Choso behind you, when the neighboring bedroom door opens, and you freeze when you hear who speaks,

“The fucks going on here, huh?” Gojo looks between both of you, but it’s not with the usual charm or tilt he usually has.

Your heart jumps at the sight of him in just his sweatpants. It’s a rarity to catch him in comfy clothes, and right now, your mind is working a little slow, not replying quickly enough for him.

“HUH?! You sneaking behind my back now?! In my own frat??” He lets out a dry chuckle, knuckles turning white on the banister he’s leaning against.

“Yo chill we was just getting high,” Choso drawls out.

“Not fucking talking to you,” his eyes snap to Choso, sending him a harsh glare. 

“Wha..I was just smoking with him, and we were about to grab some snacks, did I do something wrong?” You couldn’t help but slightly whine out the last bit, your heart beating a little quicker, not liking the direction this convo is heading. 

You’re lost on why he’s behaving like this, not able to handle when people are even the slightest bit mad at you, especially as he’s never acted like this towards you ever. 

“Right, and you don’t even think to text me that you’re in MY frat in another guy's room?! HUH?! I know why u ain’t responding to my fucking texts now.”

You flinch at the volume of his voice, which Choso notes immediately,

“Gojo, drop it, it’s not like that-” he steps slightly ahead of you between you and Gojo.

“Satoru, my phones on his desk charging, I didn’t even see the notif, I swear,” you say quickly, starting to pick at your nails, and Satoru quickly notices, knowing that’s one of your anxious habits.

“Oh sure what a real original excuse” he rolls his eyes, but as he looked at your glossy eyes, he knew deep down he needed to stop speaking, but he couldn’t stop himself from spitting out more harsh words, “You prolly been in everyone’s room haven’t you, Toji n Sukuna seem real buddy buddy with you all of a sudden.” He pushes past you both going down the stairs, but you refuse to drop it,

“Wait, come back- please, what do you mean by that?? I would never and have never, they’re cool, yeah, but where is this even coming from??” You chase down the stairs after him, mind running a mile a minute,

“Gojo, the fuck is your issue calm down,” Choso mutters out loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey! Can you stop and talk to me?” You go to grab his arm, but he slaps your hand away, hard, which garners the attention of the others in the room.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he stares at you with a look you’ve never seen before, making you shrink into yourself, thinking the worst.

Sukuna comes up behind you, making you jump, staring Gojo down.

“What the FUCK is up your ass right now, Gojo she ain’t do nun.”

You stubbornly refuse to let any tears spill, but your bottom lip starts wobbling as Sukuna looks down at you and speaks softly,

“You aight?”

You nod your head, not confident in speaking right now.

“The fuck is this?? I barely bring her round, and now all of a sudden you're her protector?? Fuck outta here, Ryomen.”

He whips his head back around, exclaiming, “Yeah?! Cause you don’t fucking slap the hand of the girl you talk about every fucking minute of the day, treating her like shit, all cause you're what? Upset she was smoking with Cho?? Are you a fucking child??”

Choso butts in with an intensity you’d never expect from him,

“You know she been worried as hell bout you all evening. Saying you haven’t texted her all day, thinking you got bored of her. I had to take her phone to stop her from writing and deleting the same ‘hey how are you :)’ ten million times. So don’t for a second think she’s sleezing around with us like some sorority slut, Gojo. She's better than that, and you know it.” He’s chest to chest with him now, and you see Satoru’s face shift into one of immediate regret, eyes filling with guilt as he looks towards you.

Both Choso and Sukuna send some tellapthic frat brother message to each other, both leaving, letting you and Gojo have the space to speak.

You don’t dare to look up at him, still staring at your fiddling hands, when you see his hand slowly reach for yours,

Before he gets a breath out, you start muttering apologies, tears finally falling down your cheeks,

“ ‘m sorry Satoru,” hic “Really ‘m so… I would never… don’t see them like that…not ‘nyone, ‘m sorry.” You struggle to heave out 

“No no no, shh hey, shit.. listen to me,” he grabs your hand, stopping your anxious habit, but you're still dodging his eyes,

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” That makes you face him; neither of you has started using pet names yet, so this is very new for both of you.

“I’m so so sorry, y/n,” he looks deep in your eyes, “Should never have touched you like that, never, I was raised better than that.” He goes to reach for your cheek, but you slightly flinch back.

He pulls back his hand, pushing his hair out of his face, a guilty look of regret painting his face, “…Shit, m’ so sorry angel, I know I hurt you, and I can never take that back…I jus…fuck…I got so scared n/n I- when I saw you..n you were….you looked so happy and beautiful laughing with him and my mind, it… I um didn’t wan’ that to be a reality.” He quietly whispers out.

“…It’s not ‘toru…” You whisper, “Only wanna be with you…believe me.” This brings the smallest tug of his lip,

“I do pretty, I swear I do and I only wanna be with you too n/n so badly, i swear I will never speak to you or touch you like that again.” He looked so earnest when said this, bringing your hand to lay over his heart, “I promise to you baby.” He leans closer to you, giving you a chance to move away and when you don’t, he presses the softest kiss to your forehead and stays there for a few seconds.

“My poor, sweet girl…I’ll make it up to you, I promise…I’ll do anything, ok? Anything for you to forgive me.” He mutters into your forehead, still clutching onto you like you're gonna float away.

You let yourself slowly sag into him, and he wraps his massive arms around you, swaying you gently, “...You still high?” He asks softly. 

“Mm, just a lil buzzed, you kinda sobered me up really fast haha…” You mutter in his chest, trying to keep it lighthearted. 

“Yeah, shit ‘m sorry, sweets…um, I can- we can um order takeout if that sounds nice, you must be hungry, huh? And you can light up again in my room with me…if you want? Or Choso or anyone, I swear I won't be a dick.” 

That makes you giggle, sending him reeling, “Mhm! No, that sounds perfect, toru. You sure you don’t mind me smoking in your room?” 

“’Course angel, don’t care about that, just wanna be with you…feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He pulls you closer, finally resting one of his hands on your cheek, thumb stroking your cheek, almost cupping the whole side of your head.

You lean into his hand, looking up into his eyes,

“Missed you a lot.” You say softly. 

“Missed you more, angel,” He leans down closer, giving you an Eskimo kiss, making you grin.

He moves then, to place his lips over yours, both smiling in the kiss, knowing that you're both ok and in a better place than before.

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Pairings: fratboy!gojo x reader Wc: 879 Summary: Protective bf agenda. Good ol' who did this to you. Hurt/comfort <3

a/n: Endings so shit mb :( fratjo again soz xx #luvhim

He's chilling with Toji and Sukuna on the frat couch when he gets a text from your roommate. Already weird, since they both don’t text unless it's about you. But what he reads makes his heart drop,

[N/n’s roomie] Hi, can you come to ours right now? Y/n’s crying, and she won’t tell me why she just keeps asking for you

[N/n’s roomie] also her phone died, hence me texting

“Yo, I gotta go,” He says to them, not waiting for a response, as he thumbs up the message, and practically sprints his way to yours. Heart racing as he makes it to yours in under 10 minutes. 

“YO! Open the fuck up!” he’s banging on your door now, realising he didn’t even think to grab his keys, which also holds your dorm key. He shoves past your roommate as soon as it unlocks, immediately spotting you, crouched in front of your bed, head tucked in your knees, still sobbing.

The sight crushes him, and he immediately crouches in front of you, trying to make his 6’4 self appear as small as possible,

“Hey hey hey shhh, I'm here baby, torus here.” His hand stroked your head, trying to get you to look at him. He notices your roommate still standing, watching, subtly shifting to block her vision, “Go.” he gives her an almost deathly stare, and she rushes out.

He turns back to you, “Tell me what happened baby, s’ok just us.”

You lift your head then, spluttering out a semblance of words, hoping he’ll understand, “I…I- in the-…. He-” you heave out a sob, and his ears hone in on that singular pronoun. 

“Who baby, who did this to you? Tell toru” you’re not making eye contact, and he keeps ducking to be in your line of vision. You're fisting his hoodie in your hands, letting out a broken whine as you try to pull him even closer to you, and he immediately notices, shifting so he can pull you on his lap, straddling him, and tucking your head under his chin.

“shh shh, I got you y/n, I’m here now”

Leaning into his chest, you try again to get a sentence out, “ ‘was just-…an- and- noaya-” you don’t bother finishing your sentence, shoving your head further into his chest. 

He physically hardens when he hears that name leave your mouth, and thinks of every single way he’s gonna ruin the rest of his disgusting life, but before he can give an ounce of thought to him, his focus remains on comforting you. 

“Ok, baby, thank you for telling me sweetheart.” His arms tighten around you like a shield, slowly rocking you back and forth, trailing kisses where he can reach and whispering comfort in your ear

“Shh, I got you.”

“ ‘M not goin’ anywhere.”

“My strong girl.”

That slowly but surely gets you down to just sniffles, as you're still clinging to your boyfriend. He doesn’t ask you what happened just yet, knowing you’ll tell him when you’re ready. 

Once he hears your breathing even out, he shifts to look down at you, your face no longer hiding, but choosing to focus on the desk beside you both, “Hi sweet girl,” he says lowly, “You feel like tellin me what happened, hmm?” He cradles your neck softly as you give a noncommittal hum. 

He lays a kiss on your temple, “You know I’ll deal with him, right? For what he did to you. The boys will too. They all love you so much, always asking where you are or when you’re coming round…fuckers.” He whispers the last bit into your hair

That brings a giggle out of you, and satoru revels in it, “There she is.” he squeezes you tighter. 

Later, when you become more comfortable and in his hoodie, you text your roommate that she can come back, and you and Satoru both agree that you’ll be fine with her while he and his brothers go deal with Noaya. 

You sit on the bed while Satoru paces, clenching and unclenching his fists, calling one of his brothers about the situation, only able to hear his side of the call, “Yo bro Noaya…yeah he messed with n/n real bad dude…yeah yeah you with Toji?…yeah grab the others meet me in front of west building”. He hangs up, coming straight back to you. 

“You sure you’ll be ok, baby? I’ll be an hour tops, I swear, and I’ll come straight back, actually, why don’t I-” you cut him off with a hand to his mouth smiling, “As much as I want you here, I do want you to mess him up,” you say shyly, “Just come back here when your done ok?”  “ ‘Corse baby, ‘course I’m coming back to you.” He kisses your forehead so softly you almost miss it. 

“I’ll be back soon, promise. Love you so much, my strong girl,” he then looks at your roommate, “Take care of her, please.” Your heart almost melts at the sight; he’s truly your personal knight. 

On the dot an hour later, a flurry of knocks and a muffle voice comes through the door, “Hey, I’m back, open up pleeeaase.” Back in his arms again, your heart warms knowing he kept his promise to you.

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