Currently Inside Your Organs Fighting Off The Sickness For You!

▶ COCOONED — one of those lazy mornings when you wake up trapped in a tangle of hands and legs.

contents: college!au, roommates — 0,6k words

a/n: very short one, i'm still painting a little background to the friendship dynamics of our trio, but I wanna take this opportunity to thank you guys for supporting this little story I'm building here and also I wanna encourage you to help me out with it! if you have any ideas for entries, please let me know through ask box!

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

Taking care of your friends came easy for you. You were always like this, affectionate and protective. It was a way of showing love, through those subtle acts of tenderness and both Satoru and Suguru always thanked you for it, despite occasional teasing from their side. They were grateful for your selfless and kindhearted nature, just as you were grateful for the boundless protection you were granted ever since you got to know them. Any bully you ever stumbled upon quickly turned tail when met with the sight of your two guardians – always taller than others, always stronger and very ready to resolve issues (in more or less civilized ways).

It wasn’t a surprise that living together brought you even closer than before. It became a routine for you to help Satoru with his eyedrops first thing in the morning – because the boy has eyes of an angel but needs to protect them from harsh sunlight and environment. Then, you always make sure that a jar of Suguru’s favorite candy is full for him, so that he can pop one right after he takes his daily medicine – the one that he swears tastes like a rug somebody used to wipe up shit and vomit. They, on the other hand, never fail to help you at home or bring you sweets from the store.

One thing you were slightly uncertain about at the beginning of the one-bedroom journey was sleeping with them. You wondered if one day you’ll wake up to a black eye because of some random muscle twitch of either of them or they’ll squish you in the middle of the bed because of course you slept between them, but none of those things happened and it’s been months already. What took place, on the other hand, was evolvement of your friendship to a much more touchy one. It always came natural to you three to cuddle; you never minded their hands on your waist or legs and they never complained about you draping over them, but in one bed, it became much more intense. A progression of friendly intimacy that all three of you grew to love. A comfortable tangle of bodies that became a safe space to you and the boys, something that happened naturally and you wouldn’t have it any other way. And they wouldn’t change it either, but–

“Satoruu–! Suguuu–”

–but there were mornings like this one. You woke up trapped in a death grip of both boys, stuck against Suguru’s muscular chest and with Satoru’s strong arm wrapped around you. The white-haired head was nuzzled against your shoulder blades and as you tried to loosen up the cocoon, you ended up twisting your upper body unnaturally while your legs stayed lodged between four, much larger male ones. Your butt was pressed against Gojo’s stomach and his hand was resting below your ribs, long gone underneath the fabric of your stolen t-shirt. Long, black hair was tickling your face whenever you tried to move away from brunette’s bare pecks. Immobilized and resigned, you let out a deep exhale.

Thanks god it’s Sunday and you have nowhere to be – otherwise you’d be very late, as none of your friends seemed to be bothered by the sound of your voice calling them.

“Get back to sleep,” Toru mumbled sleepily against your back and somehow pulled you even closer to his chest and you could tell that as soon as he finished speaking, he was back in his slumber. His muffled voice did something to Suguru though, because the man hummed lowly, a sound akin to a purr. You felt his lips pressing to the top of your head and he was gone too, with his large hand resting on your hip and his bicep underneath your cheek. Helpless and surrendered, you tweaked your position to get comfortable and allowed your eyelids to drop, slowly succumbing back into the dreamland.

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𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 *ೃ༄

All apocalypse chapters + expected release dates!!

SYPNOSIS. You and Satoru are one of the very few sole survivors of an apocalypse that broke out. After 5 years of surviving, you are sent to track down Satoru Gojo. You both are entwined by fate, names written in the stars. But that doesn't mean you both are fond of each other. What happens when the universe begins tangling your story with his? WARNINGS:Smut, smoking, mentions of drugs, violence, gore, cursing, death GENRE: Fluff + Angst, TLOU au, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance

Masterlist

ARC 1 - New Dawn

“For you, I’d steal the stars,”

01. Little surprise

02. Sunset ( PUSHED BACK)

03 Dusk 'Till Dawn ( PUSHED BACK)

04 Trapped ( PUSHED BACK )

05 Delicacy ( date undecided )

06 Companions ( date undecided )

ARC 2 - Orphic Lights (date undecided)

“You can’t just touch my soul and leave.”

(Number of chapters undecided)

ARC 3 - Moon Struck (date undecided)

“I broke my rules for you,”

(number of chapters undecided)

ARC 4 - Tainted Touches (date undecided)

“Just because we can’t be together doesn’t mean I can’t love you.”

(number of chapters undecided)

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this is for @dizazter-dragoon who asked for #30 from these prompts with t. fushiguro! I am so glad we found each other again! I deactivated my last blog so this is my new one lmaooo I hope you're doing well! and I'll do Hawks in a separate post ♡

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + makeup sex + slight daddy kink + creampie + slight dry humping + jealous! Toji wants to knock you up + comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

"I can't believe you would say that to my boss! That man signs off on my paychecks!" You growled as you reached up for the heavy earrings you put on earlier to take them off, the weight of them being gone was almost orgasmic as you pushed open the front door with a huff.

Your husband Toji followed after you grumbling something under his breath. "He wouldn't stop staring at your tits, what's the big deal?" He asked kicking his shoes off as the both of you stood in the entryway.

You looked at him and slipped your high heels off putting them on the rack then Toji's next, the force of slamming them down made the metal rack shake. "The big deal is that you told him that you were going to pluck his eyes out and put them in his dirty martini!"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the look that overtook the older man's face as he snaked his arm around your waist while you gushed with apologies and how your husband has no manners.

Toji shrugged his jacket off as he followed after you again, one large hand unknotted his tie as you paced the living room glaring at him when he plopped down on the couch man spreading obnoxiously.

"I don't care if that fucker built the entire damn buildin' from the ground up, no one looks at my wife that way, but me." He replied gruffly and frankly quite irritated that the night was turning sour.

The room was filled with a palpable tension that felt suffocating as you both stared at each other while you reached under your dress to roll your stockings off with an eye roll. "It was just a look Toji!"

He threw his head back and laughed as he finally got his tie loosened around his neck, his free hand grabbed the edge to wrap it around his fist as he sat back more. "Don't you always whine and bitch about women looking at me? What is that you say they do? Oh, that's right. 'Eye fucking me'. That's what your boss was doing to you." He hissed.

"I do not bitch and whine when other women look at you! It's just when they can see me next to you holding your hand they still look at you like that and you're one to talk! Mr. I Threaten People With Physical Violence For Looking At My Wife!" You shot back angrily.

Green eyes watched you shimmy your dress up higher until it bunched around your waist giving him a good view of your silk panties and he knew you were wearing the matching bra set.

He wanted to reach out and grab your wrist to pull you on his lap and give you an attitude adjustment but instead, he let you have your moment as you paced the living room undressing yourself for him.

"You just can't go around trying to knock heads together Toji because guess what!? You have a pretty wife and I have a sexy-as-sin husband, you are sex on legs! It-" You stopped and threw your hands in the air with a sigh of defeat as you sat down in your chair.

Toji rubbed at the shadow of stubble that began to grow as he finished unbuttoning his shirt letting it hang out as the both of you sat there stewing in your own anger, and you and him both knew that the whole fight was truly ridiculous, and really petty at this point.

Silence filled the room, but it still sounded so loud.

It was clear that this was going to happen. Women would check your husband out, even some men did and you would be complimented and flirted with whenever you two went out for dinner or something.

You both needed to get over it.

"I don't want to fight, but you can't tell my boss that, again, without him, I wouldn't have a job, and after tonight, he won't even look at me in the eyes. You got in his face...which was hot...seeing you like that." Your voice was quiet when you admitted it as you crawled into his lap.

Toji's lips curled into a smirk, the scar on the corner parted when he spoke. "I won't do it again, but I can't promise anything." He snaked both thick arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes playfully running your fingers through his hair and looking into his eyes grateful that you had a husband who wouldn't let anyone disrespect you, no matter who it was or they thought they were.

"I hope you don't have anything important going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk." He murmured letting his fingertips trail down your neck and then to your bra strap that he unclasped with ease letting it fall into his lap hearing you gasp.

He traced your curves making you suck in a breath, he knew the art of teasing you until he had you melted into a puddle. Large hands cupped your ass as you found his mouth in a needy kiss.

Your tongue danced with his as he ripped your panties off, the audible rip of them made you pull away from him ready to give him an ear full. "Don't worry doll, daddy will buy you a new one." He teased knowing that nickname made you ten types of flustered.

When he leaned in for another kiss you nipped his bottom lip and scooted back his thick and powerful thighs rumpling his slacks as you pulled his belt from the loops on his pants before popping his button and tugging his boxers down the best you could.

"Impatient, much?"

Toji loved to tease you anytime he could but this time you ignored him and freed his cock that stood tall and thick, a few small veins pulsed under the warm and silky flesh while the biggest one throbbed under your palm as you wrapped it around him slowly.

His head fell back as you jerked your fist up and down while you moved to straddle one thigh humping it as you leaned in to let a glob of spit drip down to your enclosed fist, the wet shlick shlick of the handjob filled both of your ears as you sought his mouth again.

Your tongue slid against his eating his soft moans as you rutted your pussy against his slacks feeling the lack of friction irritate you which is something your husband didn't miss, not with how you pouted.

Before you knew it you were staring up at the ceiling with your husband slotted between your legs spreading them obscenely open to accommodate him and his hulk of a body, he slid his hands up to the back of your knees pushing your legs back to your ears almost.

"I think you just need me to fuck the attitude out of you, don't ya?" He grinned down at you slapping the length of his cock against your slicked-up pussy that fluttered around nothing, desperate to be filled.

You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss him deeply as your other hand reached down to rub the tip up and down gathering more slick before pushing him inside slowly.

With his sack resting against the curve of your ass Toji pulled out agonizingly slow letting you feel how hard he was until just the tip was inside your gushing pussy he pushed back in quickly and sharply.

He huffed in your ear as he pressed down more into you keeping you pinned onto the couch cushions as he rolled his hips making sure to angle his cock deep inside you, hearing you gasp his name made him go harder fuking you into the couch almost making the frame shake.

The image of those men complimenting you about your promotion but why the hell were their eyes glued to your chest? "I should knock you up, fill up those pretty tits with milk, and then maybe those fuckers will know better than to look at my wife." He grunted deeply.

"Yes! Toji!" Those two words were the only thing you could babble out as he pushed you closer to your orgasm that ripped open at the seams taking you down into a pit of pleasure that consumed you.

Feeling your pussy milk him, Toji's own climax didn't take long either.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowing his pace down to give both of you reprive as he filled you, thick and warm with his cum that coated the both of you as you both lay there panting.

"I love you, baby." You whispered when he pulled back to look at you, your words caused him to smile and give you a sweet kiss pouring all his love and emotions into one simple act.

Fall Away (p1)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic.. bit out of the ordinary for me I suppose but I'm currently on a JJK kick and this is the outcome. For plot purposes, this isn't exactly cannon whatsoever, it's honestly just for fun and I hope that I'm not the only one that enjoys it.

New year, new me, they said.

Start fresh, they said.

How the hell did it end up like this on the first day?

My new school was beautiful, etched with Japanese architecture and blossoming trees that seemed to stretch for miles on end. The uniforms were a bit stiff, the skirt seemed to ruffle no matter how hard I attempted to control the scruffy feeling of the fabric against my legs. Or maybe I was just nervous?

My parents had offered to let me transfer into a new school after being maliciously targeted by the other first years. School had always been rough for me, I could never read or write up to par with the rest of the kids regardless of how many endless, sleepless nights of trying to overcome my disability. The only thing I ever seemed to be relatively decent at was my artwork, and even that had become more stranger as the years went on. On multiple occasions, I had found myself doodling morphed creatures who were oddly shaped. Soon the nightmares took over what little sleep I would get, filling my consciousness of curses and the metallic stench of death itself. I had never been the normal, irresponsible teenager that I had longed to be because of this, slowly spiraling into a deep-end depression.

After multiple bad encounters my parents refused to give me any details on, they insisted that this school would end the seemingly endless taunting of the first years.

Looking around in awe, my breath hitched when an unwanted hand touched my shoulder. I tensed immediately. The hand offered me nothing but a chuckle.

“Like what you see, y/l/n?” The booming, egotistical sounding voice from beside me spoke. I turned my head instinctively to the sound of it, revealing a blindfolded man with spiked silvery hair. Despite the color, he looked quite young. He chuckled once again.

“I suppose I’ll take that as a yes.” The hand pulled away from my shoulder, leaving me dumbfounded and dazed. I suppose he must have read the confused look on my face before he continued.

“The names’ Satoru Gojo, I’ll be your teacher.” Despite his eyes being covered, I could see how genuine his grin was. I relaxed a little, giving a small nod.

He began walking and talking, guiding me into what I assumed was the main building but wasn’t sure as there were multiple littering the school grounds. Gojo continued to ask me questions about where I was from and what I was capable of, but I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that. A small curve of his lips told me there was something he was keeping from me as he continued to explain the ins and outs of the school.

We eventually ended up in one of the classrooms on the other side of the building. Before we entered the classroom he squeezed my shoulder once more, seemingly sensing my nerves.

“I think you’ll like the others, they haven’t been told anything however, so I’ll have to warn you. They can be a bit… excitable.” Before I had a chance to respond, the door was swung open.

“NEW STUDENT?” I heard a boy yell, I took this as my queue to enter. I gave a shy wave followed by a small smile that was framed by my flushed cheeks.

“Hi, my name is-“ you were cut off abruptly by the smug teacher in the middle of the classroom.

“Y/l/n y/n!” Gojo finished for you, you gave him a glare but couldn’t help but release the small smile playing on your lips. I saw several faces around the room. All eyes seemed to be on you as Gojo motioned for you to join him in the center. Reluctantly, you followed his motions.

The pink haired boy in the center of the room seemed to be overly enthusiastic. His eyes were big and bold, following your movements like a puppy who was overly excited to see the world for the first time. He offered you a huge grin before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I accepted, his larger hand engulfing mine in a vigorous shake that almost knocked me off of my feet.

“Sorry, Itadori tends to get a bit excited when we get new students.” Gojo spoke for him, seemingly unfazed by this Itadori. I smiled more, having a feeling I would get along with the puppy-like student.

I took another look around the room at the students who slowly started to introduce themselves to me. My eyes landed on a very curious person who, in fact, was not a person, but a panda. I chuckled lightly as he introduced himself to me. He shook my hand like any other person would have if they were to do so. The green-haired second year, who I later learned was named Maki, was the next to say anything to me. "Don't mind the others, they tend to be a little stupid at times." She said in a serious tone; but with the gleam in her eyes, I could tell she was only joking. I giggled a little, hoping I would talk with her more often. The next person I met was much more serious. He had dark hair that seemed to point in every direction, his gaze seemingly held firm no matter what was being discussed. His voice sent a chill down my spine, as if he was housing some sort of energy I couldn't sense completely. His name was Megumi, though most of them talked with him like they would anyone else. I made a mental note to keep a small distance between us for now.

Nobara, however, I think was my favorite. We spoke for a long time. seemingly disrupting everyone time to time with our fits of giggles. There was two more people in the back of the class that I had yet to meet. One of which I had learned was named Yuta, he seemed to be troubled and reminded me a lot of Megumi. The other, however, wore a high collared uniform that covered the bottom half of his face, shielding his features from me. He hadn't said a single word since I had entered the room, only eyeing me curiously and giving a subtle wave.

"So, how'd you get into the school, y/l/n?" I heard Itadori ask curiously, the rest of the class came back to attention at the sound of his question. Gojo winced.

"It appears I have failed to mention that small detail." I felt Maki glare at him from across the room as he sheepishly tucked his arm behind his neck. "You mean she doesn't know?" She spoke up, her tone becoming suffocating. Gojo nodded in her direction a single time. She let out a groan from beside me.

"I don't know what?" I questioned, feeling all eyes turn to me once more.

"Why exactly did you transfer here specifically y/l/n?" Maki spoke smoothly before Gojo could interject. My head tilted to the side in questioning. Had they not been told? "Mostly just a few issues back at my last school with teasing. It wasn't anything too drastic, but it took a turn for the worst this year and my parents decided it was best for me to go here instead." Maki nodded once stiffly.

"They didn't explain to you the type of school this is, did they?" She said once again before glaring at Gojo once more. He seemed to be unfazed, whereas I might have sunken further into the seat I was sitting in had they been directed at me. Nobara tensed further beside me. I took a breath before speaking again.

"No, they only mentioned that it would be different from my public high school." I heard Itadori's face hit the desk in front of him, causing me to jump slightly.

"Jujutsu High is a school for elite sorcerers, y/l/n. Though we aren't the only school, we are one of the most skilled in the country compared to most. It doesn't surprise me that your parents chose to send you here and not anywhere else, I'm just not certain as to why they chose to send you to a school of cursed energy without explaining to you why or not knowing why themselves." She explained. I felt my world start to spin. Why had they failed to mention such an important detail? "Maybe they didn't realize they were sending her to a school of sorcerers." Panda spoke up into the conversation, earning a small grin from Gojo.

"I find that unlikely. I was told y/l/n could sense cursed spirits, that she attracted them to her old home in Tokyo." My eyes widened in Gojo's direction. That might explain the strange dreams and possibly even the nightmares, but had I really attracted a cursed spirit?

"You didn't know any of this?" Nobara whispered to me. I shrugged.

"I have been known for drawing some pretty strange looking things throughout the last few years, I've also had nightmares most nights. Though, I don't have any reason to lie about the fact that I was unaware I was seeing spirits." I reasoned. They seemed to accept that answer as we continued on with the conversation.

"With that said, I think we owe you an apology." Okkotsu spoke up from his position in the back. He stood, walking to the front where I was seated beside Nobara. He extended his hand for me to shake. "I'm sorry we assumed too much; I hope we can become friends." He gave a shy, almost unconfident smile that was shaken loosely under his cheeks. Maybe I had misjudged him.

Gojo turned towards me again as the others started filing out of the classroom, muttering something about them going to train for the rest of the afternoon. He sent me a lopsided grin that gave me a start. I caught eyes with the high collared boy once more before he walked out with the others, his eyes lingering on mine before he hurried away. I couldn't read his emotions or sense his thoughts at all, and this startled me again. My cheeks tinged a pink color when Gojo stopped in front of me.

"That's Inumaki Toge if you were wondering." He stated slightly. My cheeks warmed once more as I sank down further into the folds of my uniforms' hood. "Interested?" I averted my gaze to the desk in front of me, not sure if I really was or not. "Okay, I won't tease you... At least not yet. What I really wanted to talk about was your cursed energy." My gaze lifted again, looking him in where I figured his eyes would be.

"I'm not sure about it myself, if that's what you're wondering." I said, feeling a small amount of embarrassment resonate within me. He chuckled.

"I figured as much; it's why I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon teaching you about it." His grin widened as he danced a little in his position in front of me. I gave him a lopsided glance; I wasn't sure what to make of his childlike behavior.

The rest of the afternoon went something along the lines of Gojo attempting to explain to me what the hell was going on in my nightmares and me being hopelessly confused and terrified. As I was unpacking my belongings in my dorm, I had started to wonder exactly what this place would have in store for me because of this said, 'cursed attraction'.

Without any warning, Nobara broke into my room at full speed, completely out of breath with a wild grin spread across her face. I blinked rapidly, my heartrate increasing. Maki was close behind her followed, by the looks of things, by the rest of the students who are in my class as well.

"Will you be joining us all for dinner?" She exclaimed, still attempting to catch her breath. Did she run a marathon to get to my room? I smiled a little, happy to release the startled breath I was holding.

"I don't think I have much of a choice now, do I? You seem to have brought everyone along with you." I grinned, allowing my answer to be obvious. Yuji shoved passed Maki, earning a glare from her once more. I chuckled lightly.

"Sorry we scared you, we were just really excited. We ran all the way here." "I noticed." "What are we waiting for then?" Panda said, pushing the others back out of the room and leading us down the hallway. I shoved my phone in my pocket and followed suit.

"So.. do you like it here?" I heard Nobara question me on our way to the sushi place downtown. Yuji had insisted we go, claiming it was the best he'd ever had.

"It's definitely lively, that's for sure." I said with a smile. My attention kept falling back on the boy with the raised collar. I was distracted throughout the entirety of our outing and could hardly focus on the food itself, which by the way, Yuji was not overexaggerating about. It was probably the best sushi I had ever had that wasn't homemade. Though it was nothing in comparison to my interest with Inumaki. His glance occasionally veered my way, causing us to hold eye contact more times than I would have liked. While everyone was holding their own side conversations, Maki elbowed me in the side.

"Oi, we can all see the both of you. You should just speak to him when we get back. I'm sure he'd like to meet you as well." For the first time since I had met her, she smirked proudly at me. My cheeks flushed in response. "You think he's cute, don't you?" Yuji piped up louder than I would've liked. This caused Nobara to giggle beside me. "I just haven't talked to him yet. He's oddly quiet." Maki gave me a side glance.

'Toge is a cursed speech user, y/n. He doesn't speak much because of it." She then realized I had no clue what she meant before explaining further. "We'll get more into that in your lessons tomorrow." I nodded at her, shoving more sushi into my mouth.

Inumaki, who I suppose sensed we were speaking of him, or heard us due to Yuji's loudmouth, waved at me with what I assumed was a small smile. I returned it, earning another laugh from Nobara. "This is going to be fun to witness for the next few days." She said, earning an elbow in the side from me.

It seemed as though this group was easy to fall into. Everyone was kind and tried to keep me roped into the conversation. Megumi, Yuta, and Inumaki didn't speak much, but they were still engaged and just as lively as the rest when it came down to it. Not to mention, the others could keep a conversation just as interesting without having to worry about the others speaking up much. I found myself not wanting to leave the little sushi restaurant as we retreated back to the school. I find it hard to believe that I fit in so well with a group of people who didn't seem to fit anywhere else but here. Though, I suppose that could be why we fit together so well, simply because we were all different in some way to those around us. "I have a feeling I'm going to really like it here.' I muttered to Nobara as she walked me to my room. She smiled brightly.

"I really hope you mean that. The group hasn't been as lively recently because of the rapid cursed energy increase around the country. I think we all needed a reminder that we aren't the only ones out there." I glanced at her, unsure as to how to respond to such a thing.

"I've never fit in anywhere, either, y/n. It's not hard to tell that you grew up with troubles. I think you'll find that some people just tend to fit better with those who have also had said troubles." With that, she shut the door behind her, leaving me in my room by myself to think about the darkness that surrounded me, that might soon fill itself up with enough light to combat itself.

i am so horribly insufferably irrecoverably in love with megumi fushiguro and yuta okkotsu. they’re so babygirl

lover boy

[🪐] satoru didn't believe in love at first sight, but it changed when he met you.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: teen!gojo; pining!gojo x pining!reader; two teens in love; this is sooo cheesy; a tiny bit of angst; confort; canon au; I hope I wrote teen gojo well this is lame

word count: 3.3k

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satoru gojo did not believe in love at first sight. love requires time and devotion, and just seeing someone can't determine your definite feelings for them. he claimed people often mistook love for admiration, physical attraction, or even arousal. his beliefs were firm and inflexible.

so when the first year students got introduced to the new second year class, he felt a bit... provoked.

the moment director yaga announced the new class was coming on thursday, satoru persuaded his two classmates, suguru and shoko, to welcome them warmly. satoru was kind at heart, but sometimes his loud and egocentric personality caught in the way.

he and suguru had prepared a few decorations around the classroom, while shoko got the party hats.

"suguru can you write a big 'welcome' on the board?" satoru asked as he stuck balloons onto the wall.

"what? do it yourself."

"no! you know I can't do it. nobody understands my handwriting."

"well satoru, you need to work on that. it is pretty awful."

"h-hey!"

before satoru could launch at suguru, the door swiped open, director yaga coming right after.

"w-what? who let you do this delinquency on the classroom?" the older man questioned annoyed. he never approved of some party for the new class, he just expected the second years to introduce themselves.

"it was satoru's idea," the black haired guy said quickly.

"what!" a gasp left his lips as his blue eyes shouted betrayal behind his round glasses. "and yet you are here helping me," he squinted his eyes accusingly at suguru.

"it doesn't matter. they will be here in less than thirty minutes," yaga sighed. "and where is shoko?"

just as he finished his sentence, the brown hair girl entered the classroom, a nonchalant facade adorning her. she was holding the three party hats along with snacks and beverages, a single maybe illegal one snuck between them.

kento nanami and yu haibara complemented each other so well. you had known them for just four days, but you were already growing a bit of affection towards your new classmates. nanami was a quiet and private guy while haibara leaned more into the extrovert side, but not being annoying at all.

when the three of you were called into the classroom where you would meet your seniors, a bit of nervous sweat adorned your forehead as you stood behind the shut door. you have heard some tremendous things about the second year students. there was a guy who literally swallowed curses and used them as pokemon, a girl who was incredibly good at reversed cursed technique, and the beholder of the legendary six eyes and limitless. you didn't know who was who though.

"are you guys excited? oh my! I can't wait to be a great sorcerer!" haibara said excitedly and it actually made you less nervous, there was someone in the school who seemed sensitive.

"yeah. it's going to be a long way," you said just so say something, as you couldn't think of an answer to his enthusiasm, when the door slid open to reveal the classroom inside.

a loud plopping sound startled the three of you, confetti cannon firing hundreds of small colored papers in your direction.

"welcome!" a white haired boy with some ridiculous round glasses shouted as he held the confetti cannon. his yawp followed by a couple of seconds of silence as you recovered from the disorientation the loud cannon caused.

"hah, thank you. that was funny." you said with a soft smile. you had to demonstrate gratitude to your seniors, right? even if it's something as random as this. maybe you were overthinking your interactions with your seniors, but you wanted to make a good first impression.

"thank you! im so glad to be here!" haibara said innocently with a big grin. nanami just looked around the room to try and cover his crippling embarrassment.

satoru gojo didn't believe in love at first sight. but when you told him he was funny? maybe the burning sensation of his cheeks claimed otherwise.

okay, you didn't say he was funny, but the confetti cannon was his idea, so you think he is funny, right?

the rest of the welcoming was spent with required introductions from both the new class and the second years. satoru was certainly curious about the three of you, he wanted to know if this generation was strong. sorcerers needed to be strong, he believed. however he couldn't help but stare you.

you were indeed a sight for sore eyes. your hair danced gracefully around your neck, your skin seemed so smooth, your posture screamed confidence, and you eyes were ones to get lost in.

but that was only admiration, right? satoru had seen dozens of pretty girls before. but the big smile crippling up his face couldn't hide itself when you introduced yourself.

your seniors were very... particular, especially the white haired boy with a creepy smile looking directly at you. his eyes were covered by his shades, but you could swear he hadn't blinked in at least the forty seconds that took you to present yourself.

"im glad there is another girl in this school," shoko shared with a relived tone, her brown eyes analyzing the three of you. "it gets a bit... difficult sometimes with so much testosterone here," she said casually while looking at his two male partners.

suguru shot her a displeased glare while satoru... kept staring at you with the biggest grin. suguru could see his blue eyes from the side being as wide as plates. he wanted to slap him from being such a creep.

satoru didn't believe in love at first sight. he was certain what he felt when he saw you using your cursed technique was pure amazement. he valued strength even over people's morals.

the raw power coming from your cursed energy made him feel almost as euphoric as when he discovered his cursed technique reversal, red.

the way your hand-in-hand combat skills made his opinion on you even more complex. was he a creep for peeping your sparring sessions with haibara and nanami?

satoru swore he just admired your hardworking skills, and maybe your cursed energy was somehow attractive to him, and maybe maybe he liked watching you because he thought you were pretty.

but why hadn't he approached you yet? his natural flirtatious charisma would have acted right the moment he said welcome to you. even as far as showing you his bright blue eyes while striking poses in front of you, showing you every single well-carved angle of his body.

yet he had been respectful to your persona. when he was told there would be another girl in jujutsu high, he thought nothing of it, guessing it would be "another shoko," just another female friend of his.

however, you had unconsciously awed satoru: with your beauty, your strength, and you even thought he was funny!

uh oh, maybe you were different. maybe he liked liked you.

"did you know that in quantum mechanics, particles such as electrons can behave both as particles and waves?" satoru said with an easy going smirk as he approached you during your lunch break.

"oh, hi gojo," you smiled naturally, making the dimples on satoru's cheeks deepen. "yeah I have read something about that in quantum physics books. something about the Schrödinger equation, right?"

oh man. satoru knew he was lost. his lanky body launched itself to your side on the bench. you were outside in the training grounds. you took a bite of your rice ball.

"oh wow," he chuckled a bit nervous. "didn't know you were a physics girl."

"not exactly," you responded muffled as you swallowed the food in your mouth. "but I figured I needed to know the basics to understand my cursed techniques."

you were just made for him. satoru esteemed your physical strength and your smart head. were you also a geek like him?

"your cursed technique involves a lot of physics, right gojo?" your words brought him back to reality. "I would appreciate if some time you show me how it works. I guess im a bit nerdy, haha." you laughed a bit embarrassed. was it okay to be this straightforward with your senior? yeah right? they were there to help their juniors after all.

"of course!" he responded loudly with a big grin. it caught you off-guard you almost tossed him your chopsticks.

you would have thought satoru would show you his technique in the training grounds, or even out in a mission. not in a bakery shop.

before one of you classes started, there was a blue sticky note on your table.

"meet me at the bakery shop in front of the park tomorrow at 3pm to show you my technique, -S.G." there was a little drawing of a cat with round glasses at the right lower corner.

satoru had bribed the naive haibara to tell him where you would usually sit and if you had any missions the next day. the junior was so happy his senior was directing a word to him, if only he knew satoru talked to him to get closer to you. poor guy.

what the white haired guy didn't tell you—didn't want you to know—was that he planned it as a date. was it considered a date when only one of them was aware of it?

satoru didn't care.

he stood straighter the moment his blue gaze fell on your figure entering the bakery shop. oh how good you looked in the jujutsu uniform. the skirt fitted you so well.

"hey!" he shouted your name while raising his entire arm to get your attention. it even gathered the attention of the others clients. you chuckled slightly at him, finding it cute that he was so careless about what others think of him.

"hello gojo," your soft voice was like honeyed melody to his hungry ears. he liked hearing his name coming from your throat.

"suit yourself with something sweet," satoru passed you the small menu looking directly at you eyes as you sat in front of him. you hadn't seen his blue eyes yet, but you could feel his deep stare.

"thank you," you murmured. "umm... gojo? I thought you were gonna show me you technique."

"do you really wanna talk about it? I mean we see sorcery-related stuff all the time, we should take a break," he suggested with a smirk. "why dont you tell me more about yourself? I wanna know more things about you."

and that's what you two did for the next couple of hours. satoru found solace talking to you, an easy person to talk to. it wasn't just the addictive sound of your voice, your answers to his questions and the funny remarks you would sometimes add made him all giddy.

he enjoyed listening to you speak, but he felt a tug at his chest and a burning sensation on his pale face when you asked him about him. you wanted to know about his innate technique and his cursed energy, of course, but satoru gojo was more than just him being a sorcerer. and you could see that. perhaps it was part of your nature to see beyond people´s facade, dip into their true feelings and just observe them.

you noticed the way his eyes cracked open when you asked him about his music taste, his long white eyelashes picking up from his round glasses.

satoru was very complex. he was funny, however his jokes were sometimes a bit off. his humor could be a bit... ahead of his time. he tried putting up an unbreakable, solid self-centered demeanor, but he was kind and sweet at heart, in his own and weird way. it was true that he wanted to have a regular date with you, to get to know you—which he was accomplishing—but it was just as true that he wanted to get his mind off of jujutsu. for a moment at least. he didn't need constant reminder he was supposed to be the savior of the world.

the "date" went smoothly. each got to know more about the other. satoru was convinced he will make you his, while you started seeing beyond the strongest, meeting the compounded and sweet person he was.

it was girl's night. one of the girls dorm was full of the only females in jujutsu high—you, shoko, and utahime.

utahime was like your super senior, she was already a graduate and sorcerer. she was nice and honest. you could notice shoko had a deeper bond with her than with her two male friends.

"shokoo," utahime sang to her junior, squinting her eyes. "ive noticed the way that guy haibara looks at you~."

"haha, nonsense," the short haired girl chuckled unconcerned. "im pretty sure he just looks up at me. he is the same with the two idiots."

"yeah, he admires you all," you said after taking a sip of your nonalcoholic beverage. "haibara just wants to be a great sorcerer to help people so he wants to learn from all of you." you yawned. it was almost midnight and even though you were still young and healthy, getting up at 6am was challenging after a sleepless night.

"well he certainly won't learn anything if he follows in the footsteps of gojo," utahime shrugged while rolling her eyes. she needed to get it off her chest after the constant disrespect the junior gave her.

shoko laughed as you did as well, just a bit nervously. "why you say that, utahime-senpai?" your sleepiness vanished completely.

"well!" she has prepared her whole life for this moment. "he is careless and bluntly disrespectful! to everyone—especially to his seniors!" utahime said with an elevated fist in front of her face, she was getting a bit agitated from the alcohol running through her system. "I dont care he is the strongest, gojo doesn't even care for the people around him. he just cares for himself and getting stronger alongside geto."

the girl with ponytails was speaking with her heart. though her words made you question satoru's morals. he was sweet with you the other day, and he always greeted you during mornings. it was clear he wasn't the most down-to-earth person, but you wouldn't agree he didn't care for others.

that night you went to bed a bit anxious, tossing around the blankets thinking about the white haired boy.

"y/n~ why do you keep training with those two?" satoru whined loudly as he ploped himself down next to you. too next to you. you chuckled softly at his dramatics.

the two were sitting under a tree, its autumn-orange leafs falling at the rhythm of the slightly chilly air. it was mid october and the climate was full of cinnamon and earthy odors with vibrant shades of yellow and orange.

utahime's opinion on satoru didn't discourage you from meeting the sunshine boy, but it was definitely interesting to know how his classmates viewed him. you decided to form your own verdict on satoru by yourself.

and you couldn't deny the feeling of an accelerated heartbeat whenever the tall boy would rush to you to start a conversation. you had stopped laughing politely and started giggling like an enamored girl whenever he would say something remotely funny.

it was undeniable satoru was both handsome and pretty. his boyish features, his striking baby blue eyes that mirrored the skies, his ruffled snow white hair, his very tall and lean figure was too much to take in. the more you would meet him, the more you would grow fond of him. he was a sight for sore eyes. and all the while, his personality was eventually getting into you.

"what do you mean, gojo?" you giggled when his clothed thigh brushed yours. "they are my fellow classmates and they are my friends."

"well, im just saying if you train with me, you'll get stronger faster," he suggested while leaning back with his hands behind his head. he wanted to appear cool and smooth.

"oh, please, every time you say we'll train, we end up in a different bistro!" you exclaimed with a hearty smile while looking at him. his cool facade disintegrated once he caught a glimpse of your eyes.

"th-then, thanks to me you know all the great small restaurants around here!" satoru said flustered. you chuckled while leaning back as well, and just slightly, almost nothing, satoru felt the ghosty touch of your shoulder on his side.

"haha, whatever you say, satoru," the taller man looked at you impressed, a rosy shade decorating your cheeks. the moment suddenly imbued to his consciousness. he was glad you two were over the last name barrier.

his dimples deepened as he tilted his body toward you.

satoru didn't believe in love at first sight. he tried convincing his own self that it took him time to be this smitten by you, that it wasn't love at first sight.

when he told suguru about you, the dark haired boy looked at him with a stoic stare with a raised brow. only a brainless person wouldn't have noticed, he had said, with the way satoru was being all over you recently, harassing your personal space when clinging to you and being annoyingly whiny whenever you had to be anywhere else away from him.

suguru did confirm, though, that you didn't mind any of satoru's loud antics, and once he told satoru his thoughts, the squeal the white haired boy left was to bully him forever. suguru decided to let him drown in his own delusions and he'd tease him later.

after the incident with the star plasma vessel, you noticed a subtle change in satoru.

you weren't in jujutsu high when they returned, however you knew there was something off the moment satoru stopped spamming you with text messages.

your flip phone buzzed the whole three days the mission lasted, with messages full of emoticons.

the star plasma vessel is just a loud youngster with no friends! ( ˘︹˘ ) ohh it reminds me of someone~ hahah y/n stappp (╥︣﹏᷅╥) (ง︡'-'︠)ง

we're at the beach! (✿◠‿◠) :D saw a little sea snail n it reminded me of you~ <33 ah satoru have a fun time!! why did it reminded you of me? *u* bc of that back hump bby you gotta work on that (´_ゝ`) enough

however, during the last day his message rate decreased, to the point that by afternoon, you hadn't received a single text from him for hours. you would have thought he was involved in an intense battle, though he would still text you while doing that.

so it was a bit bittersweet to get a solid text almost at night.

suguru and I made it back to the school, hope you're doing ok on your mission:)

you never questioned him what had happened during those three days, but you were certain it had changed him. it was evident when the day you announced you were back at the school, satoru sprinted to check on you. his hands roaming through your face and arms, looking for any cuts or wounds, while murmuring "are you okay" repeatedly under his breath.

you also noticed this new ambition of his of becoming stronger, asking you to randomly throw objects at him to test his limitless, which he now kept it automatically, isolating himself from the rest of the world.

still, you could see through him. you wouldn't insist on him telling you about what happened, but you weren't going to allow him to sulk and seclude himself from you, being by his side and opening your heart to him.

it had took him a week and a half after the star plasma vessel mission for him to go back to his silly self. such assignment left a bitter scar on his heart and soul, one that wasn't your job to heal, but satoru treasured you for it. he needed frequent assurance you were there with him and that you cared for him.

he also realized he was wasting time playing games with you. he was ready to be yours just as you were ready to be his.

and even though satoru gojo didn't believe in love at first sight, he did believe in deep, devoted love. he didn't know he would be as lucky to endure it, but with you, he was prepared to give you his all. even if he keeps lying to himself he didn't fall for you when you laughed at his confetti cannon.

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CHAPTER 21: SPEAKING TO BART

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MDNI 18+ (smut)

“dont go that route baby.”

(geto x afab! reader, HARD D0M GETO!! rough s3x, choking, daddy k!nk n sum other stuff? aftercare (idrk) … THIS IS DIRTYYYYYY!)

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“geto! im gonna wear what i want!”

you told geto you were going to a halloween party, and you picked the sluttiest, nurse outfit you could find. preferably so he could get mad, you love his stern voice. something about it makes you feel warm inside.

“angel, when you bend over your whole ass is out, i don’t want anyone seeing that. couldn’t you put shorts underneath?”

he asked politely, he just wanted your ass to be covered, he was always protective like that.

“i dont want to!”

you pouted, in your slutty nurse outfit, white and red, beyond a mini skirt at this point. you were spraying your perfume, it was sweet and smelt like mangos and peaches.

“stop being a fucking brat! all i did was ask for you to put shorts underneath!”

he was getting mad, it was pretty obvious. you found it funny for some reason, you didn’t let it come out though.

“geto! im wearing this whether u like it or not! gosh just be understanding for once!”

that did it, he was completely pissed off. why could you just listen?

“princess. come here. now. on my lap, up.”

you slowly walk over, he gets up to grab u and he sits back down bringing you onto his lap.

“baby, im always understanding, i do whatever you ask me to do. i don’t argue cause i don’t think its worth it, i buy you whatever you want. anything, i give you everything, in exchange for one thing, you listen to what i ask you to do. and i barely ask you to do anything, isn’t that right angel?”

you feel cold shivers everywhere, god he was so hot… but you know your in trouble now.

“ye..yes… i guess…”

“so princess, if i ask you to do something small, like put shorts underneath your skirt. don’t you think you should do it? and im not asking because i cant fight, i can fight and i will fight anyone who dares to fucking touch you. its just, if you saw someone who was wearing a thong underneath that revealing little costume, and its cold out, and they had no covering. what would you think?”

you started to feel warm all over, the things this man did to you.

“that… that they were a hooker? maybe…”

“tsk…tsk…. wrong again princess, its that you would look available, since i havent put a ring on that pretty finger yet princess… and i wouldnt be there to show you off…. so angel, bend over my knee and ill give you your punishment.”

he removes his hands from your waist to allow you bend over his knee, this was going to hurt.

“20 spanks with my hand, 10 with my belt, and 10 with the paddle. okay princess? this is meant to give you a lesson, i will be mean. and rough. bad angels dont stay in there good spot forever, but they earn it back okay? if you need to stop you know the signal and the safe words.”

“daddy…. its (sniffle) going to hurt…”

you always cry your way out of things because geto always lets it go, he wont this time. you will be getting you punishment.

“no angel, no tears… youll get your punishment whether you like it or not. since you wanna be a crybaby, should i make it worse?”

he pouts, mocking you.

“daddy! stop teasing me and just punish me already! i have my party to go to! your so annoying!”

youre acting a brat again, you shouldve kept your mouth shut.

“no angel. no, shut your fucking mouth. okay? bad angels dont get treated like good ones.”

he pulls your hair back so your looking at him, he slaps you multiple times, back and forth till your mouth starts stinging really bad, and finally he back hands you, and your lip starts to bleed. he lets go of your hair, but makes sure to keep your head up, and he places a hand over your mouth.

“now angel, lets get started okay? aw… i forgot you couldnt talk! what about i just pull this slutty fucking skirt down…”

he accidentally rips it, so he just rips the thong too. leaving you bare and exposed to the cold air.

“oops! sorry angel… guess you cant go huh?”

he starts spanking you with his hand, each strike getting harder and harder, your ass becoming a bright red.

“mhm… good… good angel..”

he gets the paddle now, and starts to hit you repeatedly and you cry into the gag, screaming, and struggling against his lap.

next is the belt, its a metal belt with the spikes on it, he hits you once, harshly, the spikes digging into the bright red plump flesh of your ass. he continues to hit it with the belt until he reaches ten. he takes the gag out of your mouth.

“okay princess… shh… shhh…. come here come here… its okay…. its okay….”

he pulls you back into his lap, you facing his big manly chest, he lays back into the bed holding you close, his hand rubbing gently onto the welts and red flesh on your ass. your tears are muffled into his shirt as he continues caring for you.

“see? your a good angel now. good angel… shh, its gonna be okay…. you want an ice pack? (you shake your head no) okay… okay princess… i got you…”