"the only way to kill a shinigami is to make them fall in love with a human."
"what a beautiful way to kill.." 🎀
Hi! I'm writa (rye-tuh), but you could also call me Amane! (obviously inspired by Death Note).
I use pronouns (she/her) and I am 18 y/o.
I post silly little things but I also write fanfiction! My interest in subjects are:
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Detroit Become Human
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❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.
observed by — mina ashido
“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”
⟡
mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.
sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugo’s face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.
observed by — sero hanta
‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’
⟡
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, he’s stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isn’t usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: he’s grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like it’ll make time go by sooner. it doesn’t.
“i’m gonna kill that damn shitty hair.”
“we’re the ones who’re thirty minutes early.”
“shut the fuck up.”
dumb dog sero hanta does as he’s told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides he’s had enough—or till the anger reaches his bladder. “‘m going to the bathroom, watch my shit.”
katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between sero’s palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzes—& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mine🫀: mina and i are otw
mine🫀 : hope we’ll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach and—wait.
is that text from y/n?
he’s quick to take a picture, send it to the ‘inBESTigators 🕵️🔍’ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiri’s response comes in.
ripped riot 🔥: could be a typo
ripped riot 🔥: like ‘mine’ could be short for miner
pikachu ⚡️[replying to ripped riot 🔥] : are we deadass
sero’s about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsuki’s back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #3.
observed by — denki kaminari
‘when the fuck did bakugo get funny?’
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autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denki’s shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & you’re here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isn’t right.
& denki’s not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. he’s talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. that’s fine—bakugo’s always been able to tell which apples are good & which aren’t.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denki’s pretty sure there’s nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminari’s eyes flit to katsuki’s. if he was any other classmate, he’d say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denki’s no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinks—no, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishima’s fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
“yo, kiri—i’m not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??”
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. “I down’t see ‘t”
“bro. chew.”
“I don’t see it,” kiri gulps. “don’t you think we should respect their privacy?”
“we’re at a costco??”
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says there’s nothing, there’s obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #4.
observed by — literally everyone
‘katsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiri’s getting kicked from the group chat.’
⟡
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isn’t either. kaminari’s flipping through a scrapbook titled ‘PHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.’ sero’s screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishima’s got his laptop open, looking over ‘evidence spreadsheets’ he swears aren’t empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
“kirishima, cell B-4. what’s written in there ?”
“I—uh, cell? what do you—“
“aha—” mina shuts her book. she’s towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri like—well, acid.
“you’re not really doing anything.”
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
“matter of fact…” mina continues, “you haven’t done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you haven’t done anything we’ve asked you to.”
“yeah,” sero quips. his phone’s in his lap now. “matter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldn’t.”
“matter of fact,” denki joins, “you’re always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ‘being delusional’.”
oh, kirishima’s in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. “I—“
mina can’t make up what happens next.
The door opens. It’s katsuki—not surprising—they’re literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill today—the usual. kiri is bakugo’s roommate. getting in isn’t a fuss.
but you’re right beside bakugo.
and your finger’s in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you haven’t noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your finger’s looped around the belt-hole like you’ve done it a thousand times before, and—
is that katsuki’s hoodie?
“what the fuck are you losers doing here?”
kiri’s already scrambling to defend the situation—something about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didn’t know, don’t blast us all—but mina’s not listening. she’s wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
you’re still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. sero’s joined in. kaminari’s farted because he thinks no one will notice.
“y/n, is that bakugo’s hoodie?”
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
“no, it’s—“
“it’s mine.” katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didn’t say something scandalous. “got a problem, pinkie pie?”
“i could never.”
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yours—and he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
“what’s all this?”
“evidence.”
“homework.”
“not evidence.”
tongue click. “evidence of ?”
“the refractive index of light.”
“you and y/n dating.”
“not you and y/n dating.”
“uh-huh,” katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: you’re tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. you’re giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. “you guys are a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. and you—“ he turns to kirishima,
“no, no bro listen,” kirishima’s palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, “I did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldn’t listen!”
“aha! so you were a traitor!”
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now you’re full on laughing—
“oh my god,” you sniffle, “you guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?”
“tell us when?” sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. “it seems kiri here already knew about it.”
bakugo grunts. “why do you idiots think you’re here?”
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. sero’s avoiding eye contact. kaminari’s avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. you’re leaning over katsuki’s thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. you’re pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugo’s looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesn’t know how she didn’t see it sooner.
“i think we owe you two an apology.”
katsuki’s got his fingers twisting your knuckle. “y’think?”
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
“we’re sorry.”
“for what?”
“for stalking you guys.”
“and not trusting that you’d tell us.”
“and being idiots.”
katsuki hums, satisfied. but he’s not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. “should we forgive ‘em?”
“maybe. if they can send some of these photos.”
bakugo nods, turns to mina. “you heard the missus.”
“girl, take the whole book. like—seriously. omg.”
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugo’s fighting a smile.
“right. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.”
the three protest. kiri interrupts. “i think it’s for the best. it’s been a long day.”
“that includes you, shitty hair.”
“huh—what?! this is my room too!”
“don’t care,” katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
“and didn’t ask,” he glances over his shoulder, “all of you, out.”
"The hell?" Katsuki jerks his head back, utterly dumfounded.
"What?" You ask innocently, leaning casually into his arm. You stay focused on the movie you're watching, because you know that once you look at him, you'll start laughing.
His spiky hair peaks in the corners of your vision. Oh, he's mad.
He grabs your cheeks, dragging you up to put another kiss on your lips. It's firmer this time, longer—with the sole intent of marking you.
You keep your eyes fixed on the TV. Pretending to be unfazed. Which is quite difficult when he's leaving you breathless.
When he lets go, you drag your hoodie sleeve over your mouth, wiping away the wet sploch. How dare you?
He doesn't move when you do it again. Only stares at you, as if he's waiting for you to tell him its some kind of joke.
Except you don't.
And that’s the problem.
His chest rises once — sharp, controlled. Then he grabs you again, muttering, "Oh, you’re really askin’ for it now, huh?"
"Kat- mhhp!" You struggle between his lips, giggles tumbling out of you.
He kisses you hard—so intense you swear you’re getting whiplash. One on your forehead, nose, squishy cheeks, and even your eyelids. He makes them extra juicy too—leaving your face shiny with victory.
"You were sayin?" He pulls back, smirking.
"I was just jo—mhhpff—" he muffles you with another kiss.
"What was that?" He asks again, pulling away like he's genuinely going to hear you out.
"Joke" you blurt quickly, wiping at your lips "Don't be so-mph"
"Huh?" he teases between kisses, and you can hear the slightest chuckle pushing past his lips. How dare you call it a joke, just to wipe it all off again?
Better yet—
He gathers your wrists between his hand.
There. Now you can't wipe it away.
"Katsuki my face is all soggy!" You struggle to say between laughs.
"So?"
"It's gross!"
"S'that why you're wipin me off?" he tilts his head, faking sympathy. "Cause I'm gross?" He huffs.
He's sick and tired of your silly little pranks.
"Course not" you wriggle under him, but he doesn't budge.
He laughs, once, enough to let you know you're not getting your way.
And when you instinctively try to wipe it off again, he only grins wider—like he owns that smudge.
Hello!! Crawling out of my dead hole to ask a question-- I've been thinking about starting a blog dedicated to my ocs. I've been split between making a website or just making a blog on tumblr. I'm split in between. Can anyone give me any advice / recommendations?
quick reminder that you're actually not obliged to feel any empathy for someone who would have described your death as 'necessary' if the exact same thing had happened to you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Satoru Gojo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader
authors note ! first jjk request! sorry i didnt get to it sooner. been super tired working on my main social medias and i just started college. i wouldve written more for other characters if i had more time. will do better next time!
contains ! jealous gojo, jealous megumi, separate hcs, fluff, nothing too detailed just drabbles
SATORU GOJO!
He thinks he's subtle and suave, but in reality, you know him well enough that whatever crap he's trying to pull, you can see right through.
You were assigned a joint mission with someone from the Kyoto location and as it turns out, you were really hitting it off with him. Jokes were landing, techniques were in sync, and you guys even got brunch afterwards. You met up with Gojo after he had finished taking the students out on a mission.
“Satoru, if you were in a different career field, you'd be on a magazine’s front cover for hottest men.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. “I talk to one guy, and you go batshit crazy.”
“Tch, crazy my ass..” He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He's totally into you. I can tell.”
“What, did your six eyes tell you that?”
He stayed silent.
The two of you continued your saunter around the city, and as if fate loved to be entertained, you had bumped into your coworker while window shopping.
“Ah— hey! Didn't think I'd see you here.” You smiled politely, looking up at him. From behind, you could already feel Satoru's eyes dissecting and analyzing from behind the shelves. The two of you struck the barest of conversations before Satoru approached you from behind, hand on your shoulder.
“Hello, my love, sorry it took so long..” You peek over your shoulder to see he had taken off the blindfold and was now wearing his sunglasses. Along with that, he threw his jacket over his shoulder and unbuttoned the top parts of his shirt to expose some chest. You narrowed your eyes at him, unamused by his sudden transformation.
“Ah, who's this?” Your coworker asked, shifting his eyes between you and the charming Satoru. You opened your mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off by a buttery chuckle.
“Her fiance, obviously.” He said it like it was a fact he should've known since birth— condescending and appalled. “Anyway..” He hummed, looking at you. Satoru raised his other hand, presenting a small jewelry box with a ribbon decorated on the top. He graciously placed it in your hands with a charming smile. “I got this for you. Of course, not a single gem in this store could match your beauty, so I'm sorry I had to settle for a little less.”
The price tag was apparent and purposely angled towards your coworker. 1.4 Million Yen.
“Oh, wow, that's really expensive.” Your coworker commented, nervously chuckling.
“Yeah,” Satoru looked at the man, voice flat. “It is.”
You bid farewell to your coworker as you walked out the shop with Satoru's arms slung around your shoulder. You smiled down at the small gift cradled in your palms before you sighed.
“Satoru..”
“Mhmm..?” He casually whistled.
“i love your gifts and when you get protective over me but.. This is the third time this month..”
He was lucky he was rich.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!
Megumi, like his beloved cursed technique, looms over you like shadow. You've teased him about it a few times, but never does he deny.
It was a day off, and Nobara and Yuji had split off to do their own thing in the city. Megumi opted to stick by you as your curious legs mindlessly wandered in random directions. When he walked by you, he always maintained the sidewalk rule and fell a bit behind you so that he had you covered from behind and to the side. It was his optical strategy of keeping you safe.
He let you ramble on about whatever circled in your mind before the two of you heard a voice call out to you. When you whipped your head around, you realized it was some old friends from middle school. You happily greeted them as they struck up conversation. You greeted Megumi as your boyfriend, who only introduced himself by his surname.
Megumi towered over you as you talked to your former classmates, recalling nostalgic memories and unforgettable moments. If you were any other person, this would've been the time for Megumi to call a cab and go somewhere else, but he couldn't stand to leave your side. He was your shadow after all.
So there he was, biting the inside of his cheek as he narrowed his eyes at one of the boys in this friend group who seemed to be staring at you for a bit too long. It bugged him— the way this guy would have his hands buried in his pockets, how his lips curled whenever your name was uttered, and how he leaned his head just a smidge closer whenever you spoke. The guy clearly liked you, something Megumi clearly had a problem with.
He bit his lip, impatiently tapping his foot against the pavement. While you were laughing and brushing the hair out of your face, the man was growing frantic. He let out an impatient sigh before he whipped out his phone. His eyes scanned the screen before immediately shoving the device back into his pocket.
“Let's go. We don't want to be late.” Megumi stated abruptly. You blinked at him in confusion, but before you could interject, he grabbed your hand before walking with purpose. You hastily said your goodbyes before fully turning towards your boyfriend.
“Is something wrong? Emergency at the Jujutsu? Loose cursed spirit?!” You worriedly asked.
“Worse.” Megumi uttered. Your eyebrows furrowed, not just out of confusion, but from the tone of his voice.
You stopped in your tracks, staring at him in front of you. “.. ‘Gumi.” You sternly huffed.
Megumi thinned his lips, hiding his eyes behind his hair. He had been caught.
“Were you jealous..?” You asked slowly, crossing your arms to your chest.
“Tch..” He blew a sharp breath through his teeth before quickly looking away. A smirk spread across your face as you tilted your head.
“You were.”
“Shut up!” He snapped back, quickly walking away. You followed behind him, teasingly poking at his back. Safe to say, he wouldn’t be living this down for a week.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ex highschool sweetheart! Satoru Gojo x recently cheated on! reader. MDNI!
sypnosis ! you had recently found out that your international boyfriend has been cheating onto you. your coworker ex though, admittedly has been waiting for this moment since you moved back to japan. that cocky attitude of his just cant help himself. he loves having it all, and sometimes, he cant help but show off.
contains ! jealous gojo, revenge sex with ex, p in v (no protection), exhibition, afab reader. lotsss of cum, overstimulation, lwk homewrecker gojo?
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God, fucking, finally— you were his again.
His long, slender hands latched around your thighs like they were perfectly molded for the crevices between his fingers. He drank in your moans like a parched man abandoned in the desert. You knew how dirty— how so against your morals this was— but you were pissed, heartbroken, and your sexy ex was just a phone call away.
When you returned back to Tokyo, Gojo hated whenever he stumbled near you and overheard the sweet names you would call your— at the time— international boyfriend.
He hated how your lips curled so effortlessly at the simple sound of some voice over the static-y phone.
How in some conversations with the students, you’d casually mention a tale or two about your adventures with this rockstar boyfriend of yours.
He would tease you and your boyfriend— calling you two doomed forbidden lovers forced into distance, or point and fake gag whenever he was in eye’s view when you’d ask how your boyfriend’s latest concert was over the phone.
But in reality, Gojo would go home and sulk in the darkness. His laptop screen would be the only light illuminating his soulless expression as he frantically read through articles and watched fancams of you two interacting or mentioning each other’s name to the press. Those stupid, low-effort compilations fans seemed to adore. He watched every single one.
How could he, a throw-away high school boyfriend who had to break up with you because he was the ultimate weapon of Jujutsu Sorcerers, compete with a man who could freely roam the world with his passion as his occupation, and with his fanbase who praises him like some sort of king? Gojo could barely get some respect from his students. For the first time, probably in his life, he envied the power this random man had.
But it turns out, the guy was an utter dick.
Gojo saw the sulken eyes, the lack of lunch breaks, and your snappy demeanor turned into a series of grunts and nods. He’d later find out on the media that he was caught sneaking fans backstage, and one of his bandmates confessed that their prized lead singer has been having sex with groupies, often with multiple at once.
And to make matters absolutely worse, this rockstar ex-boyfriend of yours came to Tokyo to clear things up. What a fucking mistake that was.
You, Gojo, and the students were “patroling” the city (he just wanted to go shopping). That familiar figure of his showed up in the midst of the crowd, and you felt like the lack of sleep had finally gotten to you. You thought you were hallucinating, hell even dreaming, but there he was— approaching you with a purpose. He was on his knees, begging for your forgiveness, groveling at your feet.
If you were a bitch, you’d be on the ground buried into his chest and saying it’s not his fault, but you’re not a bitch.
You kicked at him, screaming at him that he’s a fucking idiot for flying across oceans for a performance not even his stans would pay for. You hurled insults, curse words, any frustrations you could muster without running your voice dry.
Before he could shakily stand on his own two feet again, Gojo punched him down, knocking him out cold.
Gojo called Ijichi to pick up the students and to take them back to the dorms. He turned to you, and offered to give you a ride back home, but everything in that fucking apartment reminded you of of your ex, and you needed to clear your head.
You asked if you could go over to his place instead.
It was a blur of events. One moment, you were in the passenger seat ranting and raving. The next moment, you were fresh out of Gojo’s bathroom, wearing some old sweats and a shirt of his. Interestingly enough, you recognized the clothes from your high school days. He had just ran to the convenience store down the street for your favorite snacks (at least from what he remembered back then) and picked out a nice action movie for the two of you to indulge in.
But one thing led to another— snacks were left on the coffee table, movie was still playing softly in the living room, and those lips— fuck, those lips— that Gojo would be so jealous of whenever you smiled for him, were now wrapped around his flushed red cock.
One hand gripped tightly at your hair as he restrained himself to push you down his pulsing manhood. His hips bucked involuntarily as a strained moan escaped his mouth. Ropes of cum splurged into your throat. You smiled deviously as you swallowed some before spitting it back out all over his tip. Cum and saliva smeared all over your lips and cheeks with a touch dalloped on the tip of your nose.
His chest heaved as he caught his breath, smoothing out your hair as you looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. If ever so conveniently, your phone, which you had thrown on Gojo’s bed before your shower, was vibrating sporaddically.
“Don’t tell me he got a new fucking number again.” You groaned, burying yourself into Gojo’s thigh in frustration. Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed before reaching over to pick up the phone. He opened up the 10+ messages notifcation, and skimmed through the bubbles.
“baby please pick up the phone”
“im sorry i shouldnt have came over”
“you needed ur space”
“im sorry”
“whos the guy that was with u?”
“was it the ex you were talking about”
“dont do this to me”
“cmon yk im better”
“he didnt care abt you while yall were dating”
“who said he suddenly cares now?!”
And that’s when suddenly, Gojo’s years of yearning and celibacy turned into pure stamina and a hard-on that could last god knows how long.
Gojo looked at you with those icy blue eyes of his, and you swear as you stared into those pupils you knew this wasn’t the cocky, playful kid idiot you knew back in school.
Clothes were discarded all over the floor. He left no room for you to even fight back as he pinned your wrists above your head, marking and suckling at your delicate neck.
“God, you taste so delicious— fuckin’ sweet.” He groaned in your ear like he’d cum again over the mere taste of your sweat. His cock slid in between your folds, stimulating your clit every so often to send a shock through your thighs. He was playing with your breasts, kneading one while tonguing the other. His hips would shift, pushing his tip against your entrance, making you groan in agonizing pain.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gojo!” You exclaimed. “Put it in already!” Your pussy was already leaking and throbbing, showcasing its own form of tantrum.
“You should be grateful!” He replied in a teasing voice. He slowly rose up, close to your ear again and whispered with a sly smile. “Once it’s in, I’m not gonna stop until I’ve made up for.. Lost time.” He purred.
He prodded at your entrance again, causing your hole to clench. Your temper was short and you were already heated from today’s events. You needed the attitude fucked right out of you. As you clawed at Gojo’s back, you pleaded and cried for him to fuck you until you can’t walk.
Fuck you until he runs dry.
Fuck you until you can’t conjure up words to speak.
But the driving words you uttered before he shoved his full length into you with no warning?
For him to fuck you until all you can do is say his name.
“S-Satoru.. Please.. I-I can’t take another.. f-fuck~!”
Another load stuffed your cunt full as he hovered above you like a panting dog. “N-No can do..” He huffed out. “You’re still speaking. Need that pretty voice.. Nghh~” He rammed his cock back into you, squirting out at that disgusting mix of your cum and his. “—fulfilling that promise..”
Thighs, stomach, face, tits, ass, hell— even your hair had some stripes of his fluids. Your pussy was puffy and all used up as it was crying out ejaculation— dribbling out of your hole and staining the sheets. You tightly squeezed your thighs together to control the tremors. Your overstimulated pussy couldn’t take another load. Even your salty tears that were running down your face had met their match with Satoru’s thick cum splattered on your face.
Satoru left a kiss on your cheek, gently caressing your sides as he smiled down at you reassuringly. “Shh, it’s okay. Just one more thing you need to do for me, okay, pretty? Then I’ll get you alll washed up..” He hummed softly in your ear. He reached over to grab your previously discarded phone before flicking on the camera.
“C’mon, princess, say hi for the camera.” Satoru smiled. You whined in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands and turning over. He huffed out a laugh before switching the phone to his off-hand, using his dominant hand to push you onto your back again before spreading your legs.
“Mmm.. Look at that..” Satoru moved the camera so it aimed at your sticky, dripping cunt. “So fucking good for me..” He chuckled, thumbing at your clit.
“S-Satoru~!” You cried, shouting out his name like it was second nature.
“What was that, princess?” He hummed, angling the camera up again. “C’mon, whose pussy does this belong to?” He egged on, clearly enjoying this vulnerable state of yours. His hand glided around your body, playing with the various areas his semen coated. He made sure every glint was captured on the camera. He clicked his tongue, tilting his head. “C’monnn.. Don’t make me fuck it out of you again.”
“S-Satoru’s!” You cried out, squriming under him. “F-Fuck— it’s yours, ‘Toru!”
“Mmm.. Fuck, you say it so good, babe..” Satoru moaned. It was inhumanely impressive seeing as how he had all this energy after ramming into you for more loads than you can remember. To him, this was his reward. His payback for dealing with your standoff-ish attitude since you returned to Japan. That intolerable voice you had whenever you only referred to him by his surname. All those sleepless nights where he couldn’t help but stalk that fucking ex of yours, constantly comparing himself to some.. Lousy non-sorcerer.
He leaned down, kissing your lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair as tongues collided. Saliva bridges formed and small whines escaped Satoru’s throat. The camera got most of everything before he clicked off the power button.
Oh, you would hate to see what he sent to that fuckwad of an ex of yours the next morning. Too bad that wasn’t your concern though. Not at that moment. Not while reminiscing on nostalgic memories while he cleaned you off with a warm rag. Not while holding each other tight covered by numerous blankets.
Not while you huffed in his scent as you buried into his chest, feeling like maybe, just maybe, you made the right choice coming back to Japan.
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
a / n - this is lowk a pilot of a fanfic i made w a self insert. sorry chat was lowk craving satoru last night this is what i got. pt.2?
I’m sad now by thinking about the parallels between Amani and Gojo and so now you have to be, too:
[obviously spoilers for hidden inventory arc, as well as manga]
Neither were ever seen as a person. They were tools needed to further whatever the higher-ups felt was necessary. Amani was never more than a tool needed to assimilate with Tengen to keep Jujutsu society running/alive. She wasn’t a person, was an important object to everyone except Gojo, Geto, and Kuroi (and everyone not aware of sorcerers, but we’re ignoring them right now). Same with Gojo; he was a weapon. Something to be used to keep everyone safe. The Strongest.
Both were seen as important items. Until they died.
Amani was so important that she needed two of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers at the time to watch over her, right? And then she died. Oh, but it’s okay though, because the higher-ups found a new person to assimilate so all is well!!!
Gojo was the strongest, raised that way from birth to be the perfect tool so of course he can defeat Sukuna- oh, darn, there he goes. Oh well, we still have Yuta!!
They were simply objects that had been destroyed and unable to be used anymore, and so they got replaced. Nobody saw them as people, as actual human lives taken away.
