𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

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Was genuinely nervous to follow the link then I realized it was a music app🫠

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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞...

🧊 choso or gojo smau??

🧊talk to me (like you love me) ft. toji

🧊 requests are open...!

Love your theme sm! :D

tysm!! i love ur star vibe🥹🫶🏾

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧

no warnings

“Stop! Stop it, okay?! I-I don’t know why you keep wasting money on me, I’m not broke and I did fine without you before and I still can now! So, stop trying to buy my affections!”

Your words, spoken in haste, and a mixture of embarrassment, had done far more harm than you could’ve imagined.

Satoru had always been a gift-giver. As long as his eyes had been on you, he’d bought you gift after gift, despite your protests. Whether it was a meal at a restaurant far too expensive or a trinket that ‘reminded him of you’, he spared no expense. 

And while it was sweet in its own way, every time you watched him trade money for a gift, you felt an uncomfortable feeling twist in your stomach.

Since you were young, you’ve always taken care of yourself. Everything you had now came from years of hard work and suffering. You’d long learned not to trust gifts from others- it was almost certainly a trap.

For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why Satoru insisted on spending so much on you, but you wanted it to stop. It felt… dishonest. Surely, he didn’t believe that an endless wallet was the only thing you cared about?

But as you watched his smile disappear and his eyes lose their glimmer, you faltered. Surely, his smile wasn’t trembling, your eyes were playing tricks, they had to be.

“O-oh, I see… I didn’t mean to insinuate that you couldn’t, I just… never mind. I’ll leave you alone,” He whispered weakly. He smiled but it didn’t fit his face in the slightest. It was watery and wobbly and just plain wrong.

Before you could evaluate your mistake, he was gone. “I’m sorry to say this, Yn, but… that was most disappointing.”

You whipped around, almost having forgotten that Nanami had also been accompanying you.

“What do you mean? Just because you don’t care if he spends all his money, doesn’t mean I don’t have to!”

The sorcerer shook his head, clicking his tongue. “That is not what I meant. You’re smart, smart enough to know that he isn’t buying your affections.”

You scoffed, arms crossed. “Well, why else?” Nanami looked away, sighing. “I understand that people have taken advantage of you, and lied, but that’s not Gojo. He cares deeply for you and this is his way of showing it. Granted, it might not be the ideal way, but it’s his way nonetheless.”

You paused, not quite knowing how to respond. “Well, it’s too late now-“

“So you would give up so easily? This might not be my place but, Yn, he doesn’t look at anyone else the way you look at him. And I can tell that you look at him the same way!”

Nanami’s impassioned outburst took you by surprise, it being uncharacteristic for the usually mild-mannered blonde. You gulped, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat.

“B-but what do I say? What if he wants nothing to do with me?”

Nanami rolled his eyes, placing his fist on his waist. “This is Gojo we’re talking about. He wants you still. Apologize to him and tell him how you feel, it’s glaringly obvious, by the way,” He added teasingly.

You buried your face in your hands, a mix of embarrassment and shame mixing in your chest. “Thanks, Kento, I’m sorry to ditch you like this,” You smile sheepishly. Nanami spared you a small smile and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be; I’ll be stopping by the bakery.” 

With that reassurance, you let out a quiet laugh before making your way to where Satoru was sure to be. Even though Satoru had a perfectly good (and spacious) apartment, whenever he was upset by something, he could be found in a small abandoned park, usually looking up at the sky, whether day or night. 

As you passed by a small dessert shop, the perfect way to apologize popped into your mind. 

+

Just as you expected, Satoru was seated criss-cross in the grass, eyes glued to the sky. Knowing he could see you, even from behind, you held out the small bag as a peace offering. 

From just a few feet away, you could hear his scoff. “Oh, so now you’re trying to ‘buy my affection’?” He grumbled petulantly.

You winced, but couldn’t deny that you had deserved it. Undeterred, however, you sat beside him and dropped the bag into his lap. 

He shot you a skeptical look before opening it up and rifling through it. “Kikifuku and mochi? You must be desperate for my forgiveness,” He mocked, popping a mochi ball into his mouth.

You let the bite in his words roll over you and instead nodded. “I am, but… I understand if you don’t. I lashed out at you for no reason, but I wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean it and I’m very sorry,” You confessed. 

You felt his eyes on you, and despite his sunglasses, you couldn’t bear to look into them, feeling too vulnerable. “Not forgive you? But you need me,” He grinned, a joking lilt in his voice. The corners of your lips lifted. “You’re right, I do,” You answered, catching him by surprise. 

You heard rustling and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him set the bag of sweets down, his expression more serious than a moment ago.

“Earlier was just a misunderstanding, Yn, I’m not leaving you behind,” He promised, reaching out to hold your chin between his fingers, his eyes peeking over the black rims of his shades as he turned your face towards his. 

“I know you have a hard time trusting others’ intentions, but I’ve never once believed you were that shallow, but I still don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Satoru smiled, letting his forehead rest against yours. “I’ll limit the gifts, but next time, don’t let your feelings build up. Let me love you the right way, yeah?” 

You felt so many things that it was nearly overwhelming, but most of all you felt a love that you couldn’t contain. You could scarcely process your actions before you were cupping Satoru’s face in yours and pressing your lips to his. 

Arguably not the way you envisioned this conversation going, but if the way the sorcerer held you tighter to him was anything to go by, he wasn’t complaining. His lips moved against yours in a way that nearly hypnotized you, robbing you of your ability to think or breathe. 

All too quickly, he was pulling back, a bright grin spreading across his face. “So, you need me, huh?” He teased. You groaned, already regretting your honesty. “Sat-” But his lips were already on yours again before you could complain. 

Maybe you didn’t regret it that much.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞

➪ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

mentions of drinking + intoxication

In hindsight, going to a frat party with Yuji being your only connection probably wasn’t the best idea. He meant well, really, he just got… distracted sometimes.

As popular as he was, people were clambering to talk to him and it was easy for the two of you to get separated. 

While you didn’t mind going to parties usually, tonight was different. It was the week before finals and the stress seemed to be piling up on your shoulder and dragging you down with it. 

Seeing you overworking yourself prompted your best friend to drag you out, insisting that some fun was exactly what you needed before locking in for next week.

It had honestly seemed like a good idea at the time, but now regret was swirling in your gut along with the shots Yuji had shoved into your hands, his grin wide. 

But now, he was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped in the sea of bodies and dizzy from the heat, the flashing lights, and the blasting music.

It was almost too much to handle and you knew you needed to get out of there, now. 

Stumbling and pushing past strangers, you barely managed to reach a secluded corner away from the speakers. Shaky hands pulled your phone out of your pocket and you quickly searched for Yuji’s number.

Crossing your fingers, you dialed it and waited for him to pick up, though you felt dumb for even hoping he would notice the ring over the noise. 

Sure enough, it eventually went to voicemail and you bit your lip, even more unsure of yourself. The only other option was to try and find him, you reasoned, rising to your feet. 

Immediately, however, your head spun and vision swam. You wobbled unsteadily on your feet for a moment before all but collapsing back into your chair.

You cursed yourself for letting Yuji convince you to ‘pre-game’ with him. His tolerance was unmatched, while yours was certainly not, and now it was hitting you all at once. 

“Hey! Come dance!” Your eyes lifted and you squinted, waiting for your vision to focus. Before you stood a boy you’d never seen before, his grin wild and his hand outstretched. He was conventionally attractive, with black hair-

Black hair. You waved the boy off and fumbled around for your phone once more. You pressed the contact right at the top of your message list and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Yn?” Your relief was so palpable you felt that you could cry at the sound of the familiar voice. 

“Choso? I need your help,” You murmured hoarsely.

It felt as though only five minutes had gone by when you felt a palm rest on your cheek. “Yn? Wake up.” The voice was quiet, but there was no chance that you would mistake Choso’s voice, even in your impaired state.

“Choso?” You called out, grabbing onto his arm. “It’s me,” He started, helping you up, “can you stand for me?” He asked, concern bleeding into his voice.

You took a moment to stabilize yourself with his help before nodding in agreement. “Alright, just hold onto me,” He instructed.

 With Choso’s help, you maneuvered through the mass of bodies and in no time, you were finally breathing in fresh air. 

You leaned into his side as you took a deep breath. “God, that idiot,” Choso hissed, holding you closer to his chest. “Can’t believe Yuji left you like that.” You looked up at the ravenette, brows furrowing. 

“Wasn’t his fault… he’s really popular so everyone was swarming him,” You insisted, not wanting Choso to be mad at his younger brother.

“Tch. I would’ve never left you like that,” He muttered, opening the car door for you. 

The sincerity in his tone caught you by surprise. You and Choso had always been close, but it was a different sort of closeness than the one you had with Yuji.

Fond smiles, heated gaze, and accidental touches plagued your relationship, and had for some time, but neither of you had addressed it before. 

Before you could respond to his words, Choso was lifting you into the passenger seat of his car. You felt a weird feeling in your stomach, but he was carefully closing the door before you could identify the feeling. 

“Do you remember how many drinks you had?’ Choso asked, reaching into his bag. You thought for a moment, back to when Yuji had begun pouring the shots. You shrugged with a hum. “I think like four shots?” You answered, sheepishly. 

Choso just chuckled, handing you a water bottle. “Lightweight. Drink some water, yeah? Gonna get you sobered up.”  

You accepted the bottle with a thanks and then Choso was rolling the window down before pulling away. “Thanks for coming, Cho… I know it’s late,” You whispered, putting the cap back on the water bottle. 

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll always come for you if you call,” He promised, fixing you with a meaningful stare. You couldn’t help your small smile at his words.

In the years you’d been close with Choso, he’d been a constant presence, whether it was providing you a safe space or being someone you could stay up late to talk to. 

You’d known for some time how different your feelings were for him versus Yuji, but your fear of being seen as a kid, despite only a two year age gap, kept you from acting on it the way that you wanted to. 

Even now, the alcohol affecting your state wasn’t able to give you the bravery you needed to tell him of the burning feelings you harbored for him. Still, you practically ached to touch him, and it seemed to outweigh your fear. 

Your sights landed on his hand that rested on the gearshift, and you exhaled deeply. Looking away, you let her hand rest over his. Your face felt warm, but you couldn’t deny that it felt like your hands were meant to be together. 

You could feel his eyes resting on you, but before you could coward out of the contact, his fingers moved so that your own could slot between his. 

The car ride was silent, but you couldn’t ignore the warmth in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, Choso felt a fraction of what you felt for him.

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so sorry I didn’t see your answer but yes it’s about choso and I’m almost positive you know what is😭

I have heard whispers😞

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE🤞🏾💔

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫

➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully

The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else. 

The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes. 

Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight. 

You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress. 

Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly? 

“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning. 

A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.

The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile. 

You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself. 

You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room. 

“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look. 

“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?” 

You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled. 

When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver.  But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”

“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk. 

And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings. 

“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it. 

“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.

“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.

Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.

The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar. 

His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you. 

All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him. 

And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

brief mention of blood + injury

You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.

A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.

Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.

You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.

“…yn?”

Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.

“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.

His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.

“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.

“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.

He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.

“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.

Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.

“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.

Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.

You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.

“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.

You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.

When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.

“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.

You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.

The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm and whispered a declaration of love into your skin.

Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.

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𝐁𝐘𝐅 + 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

💎 basic dni, i’m a black queer woman so my tolerance is low for that stuff

💎 requests are open unless stated otherwise

💎 i’m a college student so finishing fics might take time

💎 please don’t ask race/weight/feature specific (everything will be inclusive)

💎 new to writing nsfw, so it might be a min before i do it

💎 won’t write children/pregnancy or major character death

💎 please be respectful with asks i’m a human not a robot!

anon who requested comforting gojo when he has a brain bleed (courtesy of gege’s drawing) just know I see you and its half way done🤭