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About me

I go by She/Her pronouns and you can call me Tchia. I'm a queer woman and my native language is french (I'm french canadian). Most of my posts in the past years have a few typpos and spelling mistakes due to this but I would consider myself fluent in both english and french :)

I study orthetics and proshetics in college and I love to crochet, draw, read and write.

Requests

When requesting something, please precise weither if the relationship is romantic or platonic.

I try my best to use gender-neutral pronouns if you want a specific gender, tell me

Fandoms I'll write for (this list might change over time) ;

Baldur's Gate 3

Bullet Train

Demon Slayer (Manga and Anime)

Mystic Messenger

Nightmare Harem

Obey Me

Stardew Valley

The type of requests...

Matchmaking : Give me a physical and psychological description of yourself or an OC and I'll matchmake you with a character of your desired fandom(s). If possible give me your/your oc's hobbies and personnality traits.

Headcanons : A bullet list of informations or ideas about a request. Precise the desired character, fandom, gender and relationship (romantic or platonic).

Scenarios : Basically a short fic about your request. The same type of information as for headcanons. If possible tell me how you would like it to end (happy or sad)

Discussion : Anything! Send me your thoughts, comments or theories ! :)

I will do...

''Matchmaking'' between a description you give me and a character I believe could suit you

Headcanons

Short fictions

Random discussions

Slight NSFW

Angst / Hardcore Angst

Poly relationships

Pairings between two existing characters (Not including the reader)

Requests concerning your OCS

I won't do...

Hard NSFW

Any type of NSFW with MINORS even if they're aged up

''Yandere'' types of fics

Love triangles

Any pairing between family members or found family members (Ex: I won't do pairings between the Obey me brothers or between the adoptive sons of Batman. It just makes me very uncomfortable even if they aren't biologically related.)

Poly relationships including people from the same family (Ex: Beelzebub x MC x Belphegor)

Sukuna Ryoumen x top!male reader x Itadori Yuuji

cw:: threesome.|cumplay.|nicknames.|brief lap grinding.|stripper au.|feminization [cunt].

៚authors•note: Hi it's been a long time.

Imagine stripper sukuna and itadori on their knees, looking up with their tongues out waiting for the taste of your cum

"Daddy? Are you cum-"

"Oi asshat hurry up and cum would you?" You could only furrow your eyebrows at sukuna's brattiness "little shit, shut the fuck up. Brat." Your tone made itadori whimper and sukuna snort

"D-don't worry about him daddy. M' here m' gonna be a good boy." The pink-haired boy hurriedly said before sticking out his tongue afraid he might not get to taste your semen

"Tch, m' also a good-"

"You aren't. Might as well let yuuji here drink all my cum since he's being a good boy." You teased

"N-No!" The older twin whined raising his voice.

"Watch your fucking mouth. Boy." Gritting your teeth you felt yourself on edge "D-Daddy's gonna cum?" With eagerness, itadori scoot closer and angled his mouth higher. With Sukuna following his hand moving up to touch you only to be slapped away

"Watch it. I swear yuuji can have everything." Jerking your hands faster you felt yourself cumming

Looking down to watch you cum covered the two boys chins and tongues

Sukuna latches unto the tip of your cock sucking more. Pushing him away when you felt overstimulated

The two on the other hand didn't immediately swallow your cum but instead began making out playing with your cum before swallowing it

Showing both their mouths to tell you they swallowed everything

"Daddy? Fuck me." Pushing you to sit on the couch letting itadori grind unto you

Sukuna coming up to your ears to whisper words to help hardened your cock they love so much

"C'mon daddy, fuck some manners back to us, want you to go rough in my needy cunt."

facts like I'm just imagining how large they actually are. I don't particularly care for nanami but for gojo and geto? ugh I can bet they have pretty cocks because omg?? gojo satoru makes my baby fever act up ong I wanna make him a dilf.

fun fact: the reason they manspread is not because they're tired or want to be comfortable, but because their cock is too fucking huge.

Masterlist

Hiii Welcome to my blog! I will mostly write anything that you want, just please don't be weird with the requests. I don't have that many stories out yet but please send me your requests! Alsooo, if you guys want me to make a tag list, I can, just let me know!

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{~Charmed (1998)~}

{~House of the Dragon~}

{~Narnia~}

{~Supernatural~}

{~Twilight~}

Okay, I need to rant. Fuck AI. And I mean seriously. FUCK. A.I. I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here, but more people need to be talking about this, and there’s no point in me saying that if I’m not willing to talk about it too. AI has done nothing but ruin our communities and defile the art that millions of hands have spent millions of hours creating. Fanfiction is a work of passion. Drawing is a work of passion. Voice acting IS A WORK OF PASSION. AI has no passion. It takes the soul out of the things we love and cherish. It steals what we as a collective community have lovingly crafted, and it shatters it to a thousand pieces, spits on it, curses its family, and throws it in a flaming dumpster to be eaten by rats. It is despicable and disgusting.

I won't lie, or pretend I’m a perfect saint. I myself was a user of Character AI until somewhat recently. And as ashamed as I am to admit that, I feel it’s necessary to own up to my own faults. But after seeing the damage it causes, I can’t in good conscience even consider touching that site. Many of us write because it is our passion. Many of us because it is our job. And many of us because it is our *friend*. AI steals the writing of your favorite creators WITHOUT PERMISSION and mashes it together like Frankenstein’s fucked up monster to create storylines that aren’t even fucking coherent. Not only that, but Character AI uses whatever you respond to it with to teach itself as well, which means that the company has access to whatever you chat about, and free reign to do whatever they want with it. They also make absurd amounts of money from it, which in comparison, fanfiction writers, who spend countless hours writing stories for our favorite characters, more often than not charge nothing. And the ones who do charge, tend to have reasonable, if not highly lenient prices for their labor.

Which leads me into another side rant. SUPPORT WRITERS THAT YOU LIKE. It’s really not that hard, it takes two fucking seconds of your time and it makes someone's day. Reblog. Share with your friends. Like. Comment. Just let the writer know that you saw it, and that you liked it. The amount of fanfic writers I have seen get completely discouraged from writing because of lack of engagement is astounding. I’ve seen several posts on Tumblr or Twitter or Bluesky talking about creators that were incredibly popular but never knew it due to lack of engagement is appalling. If you can rant about your love for their work on Discord, you can rant about your love for their work in the comments. Just fucking copy paste it. Tell them how much you love it. Show them support. Especially the ones that don’t charge. Because for those of us that don’t, our only payment, is your feedback. Even constructive criticism is greatly appreciated by damn near every writer I can think of. Because even that shows that you read it, absorbed it, and thought about it enough to have something to actually say about it.

The same thing goes for artists and voice actors. You see a drawing or animation you enjoy? Comment. Like. Share. You see a character in an anime or a game and you love their voice? Go check out their voice actor, maybe they do some other cool stuff, and you might just discover your new favorite series or streamer. A perfect example is Alejandro Saab. I became a fan of his through his astounding performance in several series dear to me, and lo and behold, he’s also a streamer I enjoy. Same story with Aleks Le, or Ray Chase. Yuri Lowenthal, Lizzie Freeman, Landon Mcdonald, Zeno Robinson, the list goes on. But seriously, it’s not that much effort to just show a little love to the creators you enjoy. The people who breathe life into the series’ that we all hold dear. AI does not breathe that life. Using AI, and supporting those companies, will destroy those pillars of our community. And if that happens, the AI would crumble too, it would have no new information to use. SO really, what’s the benefit? I’ll tell you. There is none.

Stop using AI. All it does is bring harm and slowly kill our community. It’s disgusting, appalling, and downright fucking egregious.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

We are now live on air! Welcome to the show everyone!

REQUESTS RULES (SUBJECT TO CHANGE)

x readers and ships are both allowed. (ask about a ship in the asks or comments first, no minors x adults or large age gaps, any teen characters will be automatically aged up)

I write for:

JJK

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun!

Bungou Stray Dogs

Tokyo Revengers

Dr. Stone

Persona 3 & 5 (I'll start writing for 4 after I finish the game)

Things to remember (important!):

I will not write x fem readers (you have your place to go), I don't write yandere fics either.

I have every right to deny a request for any reason.

If you need a comfort fic asap, then please put "EMERGENY REQUEST" at the top of your ask.

I am fine writing for darker topics like, depression, anxiety, sh, suic*de, trauma, only in a negative light. I will write for these topics as comfort fics, but will absolutely not glorify or romanticize any of them.

I will write for disabled reader (various disabilities, physical or mental.) But I may ask for more details on how it affects a person.

I will write for hispanic or poc reader if specified.

Ftm, Ftx, and Mtx a are all welcome to interact with my posts and request. (X means nonbinary/ null gender) As well as gender fluid or what have you, main things is this blog doesn't write fem reader.

Minors can interact with the sfw posts, but I ask that they do not follow me or interact with my nsfw posts. I will not write nsfl.

I will write for polyamorous relationships or monogamist relationship.

I'm perfectly fine with writing CNC or noncon (though obviously I don't condone noncon irl) feel free to ask for weirder types of kinks, I'm open to most things, I'll let you know if I for some reason don't feel comfortable answering your ask.

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☆

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 !!

𝐣𝐣𝐤 ☆

gojo satoru:

dilorication.

vantage.

geto suguru:

dilorication.

amends.

itadori yuuji:

megumi fushiguro:

metanoia.

kugisaki nobara:

kento nanami:

ryomen sukuna:

choso:

mahito:

okkutsu yuuta:

remorse.

zenin maki:

inumaki toge:

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 ☆

karasuno

hinata shoyo:

kageyama tobio:

tsukishima kei:

yamaguchi tadashi:

sugawara koshi:

sawamura daichi:

asahi azumane:

nishinoya yuu:

ryunosuke tanaka:

nekoma

tetsurou kuroo:

kozume kenma:

fukurodani

koutarou bokuto:

keiji akaashi:

seijoh

oikawa tooru:

iwaizumi hajime:

matsukawa issei:

hanamaki takahiro:

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi:

tendou satori:

eita semi:

inarizaki

shinsuke kita:

miya atsumu:

miya osamu:

rintarou suna:

other teams

kiyoomi sakusa:

yuji terushima:

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 ☆

mark grayson:

eve wilkins:

nolan grayson:

cecil stedman:

⟶ boyfriend texts with fiancé!satoru

⟶ baby's first standalone smau

cw:: fem!reader, slightly mean!reader, shibuya mention, I WROYE COMPLETION I MEANT COMPILATION I JUST BIT SO FAR INTO MY PILLOW

⟶ "i'm so hungry i could eat ___" trend with satoru

⟶ who wants to send me requests ("meeee! ☝️" you all say in unison)

cw:: crack, not proofread, i wrote this in 10 minutes half an hour before my shift, then finished in the 5 minutes before i go to bed, reader wears glasses, gn!reader, astoundingly short seriously its 348 words

You stretch out, reaching your arms above your head and arching your back slightly. You groan in relief, before settling your head back into Satoru’s lap.

All your students are out on missions, but the intimidating stack of paperwork on almost every surface of your office meant you couldn't take the day off. And although he whined and moaned seeing you get dressed for work, your fiancé still dragged himself to Jujutsu Tech with you. Someday you'll have to address his attachment issues, but not today.

“I’m starving,” you mumble. You'd taken a much-needed break from filing papers and reports to lay in Satoru’s lap, but before long, another need popped up.

“Yeah? What d’you wanna eat, cutie?” Satoru grins, booping your nose, before sliding your glasses slightly further up your nose.

“Mmm… I dunno,” you groan. “I'm so hungry, I could eat Yaga-sensei.”

…

Satoru pauses, his hand hovering above your face. “Huh?”

You're fighting back a grin at the confusion on his pretty features. “I said, 'I'm so hungry, I could eat Yaga-sensei.’”

“Ugh,” Satoru groans. “What does that mean?”

You feign confusion at the way he grimaces, blinking up at him. “What? It's like… a thing people say.”

“Do you wanna have sex with Yaga?”

That got you. You burst out laughing, slapping his side as you cackle. “What the hell?”

He blinks at you, before a splitting grin breaks out on his face, and he playfully shoves your shoulder. “Oh my god, what's wrong with you? 'I could eat Yaga-sensei’? Seriously?”

“Haven't you seen the trend?” You're pulling out your phone, struggling to type on Tiktok, your giggling causing your thumbs to shake. But you manage, and you're shoving the first video you see in his face.

He blinks owlishly at the video, before giggling along with you. “That's so stupid.”

“It's funny!” you argue. “But I am actually hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He's gathering you into his arms, standing up with you in a bridal carry. (“I'm practicing,” is what he'd say if you asked.) “Let's get you some real food. Before you fuck our boss.”

⟶ takuma x childhood best friend!reader (college au) part:: 1/?

⟶ u know i had to live up to my username!! masterlist can be found here

cw:: fem!reader, assume typos r purposeful lol

tags:: @candy-s72 @loveyislost @cottonlemonade @sorenflyinn

⟶ satoru's scented lip balm.

⟶ moot me up. pls

cw:: tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, gn!reader, babygirl!satoru

“Hey. C’mere,” Satoru whispers conspiratorially.

You look up at him. He's on the other side of your office, leaning against the wall. His blindfold conceals his eyes, but he struggles to hide the way the corners of his lips are twitching into a cheeky grin.

You tap your pen against the paperwork you're filling out, which was actually his paperwork that he pleaded with you to do, and roll your eyes. “No. You come here.”

He doesn't even argue, too caught up in what he really wants to share with you. He bounds over to your desk, pushes your chair back, and sits sideways over your lap. You let out a slight oof as he settles in, but your hands still wind around his waist.

“Notice anything different about me?” he purrs.

Your hands trace up and down his waist as you furrow your brows in thought. It doesn't seem like he's gotten his hair cut, and it looks like the same blindfold you'd just washed last night, and he hasn't painted his nails or gotten laser hair removal or gotten his already blinding teeth whitened further.

“No,” you shrug. “What is it?”

He huffs. “I’ll give you a hint.”

He leans forward, connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and languidly, and although it's tempting to force your tongue through his shiny pink lips, you do resist.

He pulls away with a final peck. “Get it now?”

You still don't. “New toothpaste?”

“We share toothpaste, silly!” He huffs, knocking his forehead against your cheek. “Okay, one more hint.”

He places a kiss on your nose. Then another, and another, until your eyes are finally widening in realisation.

“New lip balm,” you say. He grins.

“Yes! You're so smart, baby.”

That explains the rosy tint to his lips, then. You bring a finger up, tracing along the slight sheen. “Pretty.”

“Okay, okay. Now guess the flavour.”

You hum, tilting your face towards his, your nose brushing against his lips very slightly. He doesn't resist the urge to give you another kiss, leaving the slightest pink shimmer on your skin.

You narrow your eyes, your stare wandering around the room as you think. “It's sweet.”

“Yep!” Satoru grins, his blindingly white teeth glinting from the corner of your eyes. “Guess!”

You sniff again, then once more. “Cherry.”

He squeals, wrapping his arms around your head and squeezing you to him. “You're so smart! My smart baby. You've earned another kiss.”

“Duh,” you smile, tilting your head up to meet his lips as they push against yours. It's a slow, affectionate kiss, and you can feel your fiancé's smile against your lips, drinking in all the things you feel for him but are too prideful to say.

You're so cute.

He pulls away, leaning his head atop yours, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. “I need to keep my lips soft for you,” he sighs, answering your question before you can even say it.

You hum. “Thoughtful.”

⟶ satoru is into cougars

⟶ erm hi again. OKOK i know it's been a month but im a working woman so forgive me. ill probably update my smaus at some point .. maybe .....

cw :: fluff/crack, astoundingly short, not proofread, wife!reader

“I’m into cougars."

It's so tempting to ignore Satoru. He's draped over your tummy, looking up at you with that little grin that tells you he's about to say something stupid, arms working around your waist causing your back to arch slightly uncomfortably against the couch.

It’s so tempting to ignore him, but when his big blue eyes are staring up at you like that, you can't help but want to respond with something equally stupid.

“Go marry one then,” you murmur, returning your focus to the TV.

Satoru hums, resting his head against your abdomen, lithe fingers now tapping against your sides. “I already did.” He is hardly able to stop his face from twitching into a shit-eating grin.

And you already know where this is going. You sigh, and don't deign him with a response.

He huffs. “I said, I already did.”

“I heard you.”

He nearly whines. A grown man nearly whines, looking up at you with frustration. “I said, I already did!”

You don't want to respond. But you feel the way his fingers trace against your ticklish sides in warning.

“... Satoru, I'm one week older than you.”

He laughs, scooping you up and pressing wet kisses to your face. “That's six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds! My old lady!”

Faced with his onslaught, you’re groaning and trying to pry him off of you. Alas, his arms are wrapped around you like a vice, and with the way he's giggling and grinning you'd feel the slightest bit bad ruining his fun.

Maybe you're losing your touch.

“Musta married some other bitch before me,” you say, rolling your eyes. This is one of Satoru’s favourite bits, much to your chagrin.

He lays back down on the couch, laying you over him this time, your head against his chest and his hands pressed against your back.

“You know you're the only one for me, babe,” he grins. “My hot, older woman.”

⟶ kento food court meet cute

⟶ well hey.. who missed me ;p my first time writing for sir kento nanami NGH i want him bad. ANYWAY sorry for going mia it's been a big week for me u guys i relapsed, i applied for jobs, i got in a car accident, and MOST IMPORTANTLY name change. i go by mio on other socials so from here on out all my shit will be tagged under mio i hope that's not too confusing ;p ALSO im slightly changing the layout of my posts from here on out as in im removing one of the banners ok anyway please enjoy and im very sorry for my absence 💓

cw :: fem!reader, shat this out in abt half an hour, reader wears glasses, possibly ooc!kento look ive never written for him before ALLOW IT, fluff/crack

Kento Nanami detests food courts.

So many loud, bustling people, restaurants selling overpriced, greasy food. He'd much rather pack his lunch in advance and eat it on the go.

However, even with his tight scheduling and near-perfect memory, he can slip and forget. He only realises he’s forgotten when he reaches for his packed lunch and finds nothing but stale air inside his satchel.

He sighs.

His lip curls as he taps against the sticky screen of the menu. He detests fast food, but when it's between Mcdonald's and KFC, he's choosing the latter. Boneless wings combo meal with medium fries and water.

He picks up his meal from the counter with a nod to the woman handing it to him, before turning to find an empty seat.

He furrows his brows. 1PM on a Saturday. Of course it's busy.

Circling around the food court once, twice, he can't find a single empty table. He settles for sharing a larger table with two other individuals eating alone. Sat in silence, and trying not to make eye contact with anyone, he begins eating.

He is about 30% through his meal when someone sits opposite him, and oh, God.

He glances upwards, and suddenly his French fry went down the wrong way and he's coughing, eyes tearing up.

God, how pathetic is he? One glance at a pretty woman and he's choking on his food, taking gulps of his water to wash it down. Even worse, you're staring at him with worry, frozen still as if you're not sure whether to call for help or perform the Heimlich or just offer him some more water.

“... Are you okay?” you say. People are beginning to stare, and he's taking gulps of his water.

“Yes, thank you,” he says hoarsely. “Just went down the wrong way.”

You smile placidly, before turning your attention to your meal. A McDonald’s happy meal. Interesting choice.

He returns to his own food, too. He tries not to stare, but he can't help but steal glasses. The way your hair falls around your face, and the glint of your eyes through your frames, and your manicured nails, and the way you take tiny little bites of your food, and he can't help but know that if he left without speaking to you, or getting your number, he'd be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

Tell her you like her keychains, Kento. Start simple.

“You’re very beautiful.”

Shit. That was not what he meant to say.

You glance up, furrow your brows when you realise he’s looking at you, then you're smiling slightly bashfully. “Thank you!”

His face doesn't betray how horrified he is feeling at his now evident lack of game, rather, he manages to return your sweet little smile. “Do you often eat at food courts?”

“No, not really,” you say. “It's too loud. But I forgot to pack my lunch today.”

Kento can't help but bark out a laugh, clearing his throat when you look up at him in confusion. “Pardon me. It's just that I’m here for the same reason. I can’t stand this place.”

You giggle. “Matching.”

The two of you lapse into silence as you finish eating. You finish your meal before him, but he notices that even after packing up your trash, you're lingering in your seat. This is his chance, and he knows you're thinking the same thing.

He forces his eyes to stay on yours, refusing to let his lack of game drag his gaze away from the beautiful girl before him.

“Would you like to give me your number? Then… maybe we can go to a food court together sometime,” he says.

Fucking hell Kento. ‘Would you like to give me your number?’ Like you're doing her a favour? God, you're seriously going to die al—

You slide a napkin over the table, where you've already scrawled your digits. “Maybe we can go someplace nicer than a food court, huh?”

He blinks owlishly, looking between you and the napkin. He clears his throat. “Of course. I'll… I'll call you.”

You smile once more, sling your bag over your shoulder, and leave without another word.

Kento Nanami loves food courts.

⟶ suguru and his pregnant!wife

⟶ masterlist can be found here. my first request!! im not planning on having kids so apologies if it's inaccurate T_T

cw:: fem!reader, fluffy crack, i've never written for suguru before .. just a short drabble, not proofread, menace!reader

For all the horror stories you'd heard about pregnancy, you felt yours was going pretty smoothly.

Your skin was glowy, your hips had rounded nicely, and your cravings had been mostly mundane.

Until now, that is.

you: babe we are out of hot sauce [11:03AM]

suguru 💓: Already? I swear it hasn't even been a week [11:05AM]

you: come on [11:05AM]

you: ik ur not busy 😐 [11:05AM]

you: just swing by and drop some home [11:06AM]

suguru 💓: What for?? [11:07AM]

you: ice cream with hot sauce :3 [11:07AM]

suguru 💓 is typing…

You stare at the screen, chewing your lip and drumming your fingers along your pregnant belly.

suguru 💓: No. [11:09AM]

you: WHAT [11:09AM]

You throw your phone down on the couch with a groan, dragging your hands down your face.

“Do you hear that?” you murmur, addressing the human inside you. “Your father hates us both.”

Your baby kicks your bladder in response.

You spend the rest of the morning moping around the house. Your husband doesn't love you, your unborn child has violent tendencies already, etcetera. And when Suguru pushes open the front door, he finds you sprawled over the living floor, tears brimming in your eyes. He has to bite back a snigger.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiles, crouching next to you. “What are we doing down here, huh?”

You sniffle, blinking up at him with a pout. “You got hot sauce?”

Chuckling, he pulls a bottle of Tabasco from his pocket and taps it against your nose. “Is this okay?” He grins as your face lights up.

“Yes!” You sit up, planting a firm kiss on his lips, before standing and taking the bottle from him. You waddle into the kitchen, your husband following behind.

Humming a cheerful tune, you retrieve your gallon tub of ice cream from the freezer. Suguru had bought it only four days ago and it's already half empty. Oops.

Two scoops of ice cream, and a healthy drizzling of Sriracha.

“You want some?” you ask, batting your eyelashes up at your husband.

“Not at all,” he smiles, rubbing your shoulder. You shrug, and start eating. Your face lights up, and you sigh in satisfaction.

“Good?” he asks, taking the spoon from you and hand-feeding you the concoction himself. “Sounds like you're having an orgasm.”

“Sho good,” you say around the spoon. “Thanks for the hot sauce.”

He hums, his lip curling as he sees the ice cream melting into the hot sauce. Disgusting, he thinks. Despite himself, he can't help but lean forward and press his lips to yours, trying his best not to taste the concoction on your tongue.

You shove your tongue against his anyway, licking into his mouth and cackling as he pulls away in disgust.

“I love you, baby,” you grin, taking back the spoon.

Suguru mimes retching, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too.”

tags:: @candy-s72

⟶ satoru x baking hobbyist!reader (college au) part:: 2/?

⟶ masterlist can be found here

cw:: silly fluffy crack ;P, ignore typos, plot crawls along, fem!reader

tags:: @candy-s72 @loveyislost @cottonlemonade @sorenflyinn

⟶ satoru and his jealous!wife

cw:: not proofread, fem!reader, foul language, fluff and crack ;P

It's only natural that women hit on Satoru.

He's a gorgeous man. The way he tilts down his head ever so slightly to peer at whoever he's talking to, who could blame the girls who's hearts he sends a-fluttering?

You could.

Perhaps if they'd cared to cast their eyes downwards, they'd see a wedding band on his left ring finger. Perhaps, if they weren't so laser-focused on his groin, they'd see the fiancée already sitting at a table, a ticking in her jaw as she watches women flirting with her man.

Eventually, and not a moment too soon, he collects your food and returns to you.

“Here you go, sweets! Dig in,” he beams, snapping apart a set of chopsticks and handing them to you. You don't take them, tapping your nails on the table and staring at him.

“You really took your time, didn't you?” you say, eyeing him shrewdly.

He grins even wider, failing to detect your irritation, instead picking up a nigiri and pressing it to your lips.

“Busy, huh?” He smiles as you take the sushi into your mouth, helping himself to your nigiri too.

You hum noncommittally.

For a few minutes, you eat together quietly. He picks up a piece of sushi between his chopsticks, he feeds it to you with a cheesy grin, then he feeds himself.

“So cute,” he teases, giggling as you roll your eyes.

But the way his eyes sparkle only for you does wonders for your temper, and you can't help but feel a little silly that you'd gotten so wound up over women he wouldn't ever consider entertaining.

That is, until one of them has the nerve, the gall to tap him on the shoulder.

“Um— my friend wanted your number,” she squeaks out. Surely far too old to be running errands for her peers like this, but you press your lips together and let Satoru speak. Some thoughts aren't to be shared aloud.

He chuckles. “Well, I’m actually here with my wife.” He gestures to you, glancing over with hearts in his eyes. “But I’m sure your friend will find someone better than me!”

“Perhaps in a high school?” You smile coldly, visibly seething behind a veneer of friendliness. “After all, you're far too old to be running errands for your peers like this.” Oops, you shared your thought aloud.

The woman scoffs, rolling her eyes and turning to return to where her friends said expectantly. “Bitch,” she mutters.

You shoot up, the dishes rattling on the table, ready to chase after her, all too willing to make her regret hitting on a clearly married man. But Satoru catches your wrist and tugs you back to the table, his lips twitching in amusement.

“Is my sweet, baby, darling wife… jealous?” he simpers, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands.

“No,” you spit, far too quickly to be genuine. Of course, he doesn't buy it.

He coos, leaning across the table and grabbing your cheeks. “So cute! My wife is so so cute!”

“Fuck off.” You swat at his hands and he pulls back, picking up a chopstick and tracing your lips with the wooden utensil.

“Baby, don't worry. You make every other woman look like chopped liver,” he grins. sliding his glasses down his nose so you can look in his eyes. “Don’t be jealous, sweetie pie.”

You scoff, picking up the other set of chopsticks, snapping them apart to continue eating your lunch.

“I wasn't jealous. I was just annoyed that she didn't understand that you're clearly married.”

“Right. Sure, cutie,” he says, giving you a shit-eating grin before returning to feeding you the nigiri. “Whatever you say.”

tags:: @candy-s72

⟶ suguru x ex!reader (college au) part:: 1/?

⟶ masterlist can be found here

cw:: reader is curt, fem!reader, i PROMISE reader warms up to him, i don't know a midsummer nights dream lol, not much action just to get the ball rolling ;P

evie's mojo dojo casa house

requests are open go crazy in my inbox ;P

⟶ taglists always open

find my college au here!!

masterlist::

satoru gojo

ʚɞ taking care of injured!reader

ʚɞ napping

ʚɞ let you break my heart again

ʚɞ stealing ur spectacles

ʚɞ a love no one will understand

ʚɞ teen!satoru wants u so bad

ʚɞ satoru loves his jealous!wife

ʚɞ cougars

ʚɞ satoru's lip balm

ʚɞ "im so hungry i could eat yaga"

ʚɞ miscellaneous texts

suguru geto

ʚɞ suguru vs his wife's cravings

kento nanami

ʚɞ kento vs food courts

⟶ satoru x baking hobbyist!reader (college au) part:: 1/?

⟶ surprise!! it's a smau ;P this is part of a larger series inspired by the amazing brilliant insanely talented @reignpage n u can find my masterlist here !

cw:: i've never made a smau before, ignore typos im lazy

⟶ the 4 times teen!satoru tried to break down the walls to your heart, and the 1 time he did.

cw:: fem!reader, not proofread due to lazy xP, reader dgaf, fluff/crack, 2.1k words, i can't write long works, mild blood/injury (nosebleed, broken ankle)

Satoru Gojo has no shortage of confidence. Quips that have men clapping him on the shoulder, flirts that have girls weak in the knees. He is a boy who exudes cockiness, but for some reason that he just can't understand, it all melts away in your presence, giving way to trembling hands and a red face.

You are several grades below him. Grade Three, specifically. And it's not like you're model pretty. Sure, his eyes are always fixed on your legs or your neck or your eyes or your lips or your hair, but he's definitely prettier, he's certain.

You're not even nice to him. A biting remark here, a blatant dismissal there, and he finds himself wailing into his pillow, a half-sympathetic Suguru watching on in mild pity.

“Just start small. Say you like her hair. Or her shoes,” he says, looking down at Satoru, who's sprawled out on his dorm room floor.

Satoru sniffles, lifting his head. “You really think it'll work?”

“Dunno. But it's worth a try.”

“I like your shoes, Y/N!”

You look up from your flip-phone in surprise. Paired together on a mission, the two of you had, up until now, been sitting in silence on a train. You follow his line of sight to your new converse, laced up tight. Perfectly clean and perfectly you.

“Thanks. My mom just sent them for me,” you mumble, looking the exact opposite way of him. God forbid he sees the way your cheeks tinge very slightly pink. You'd hate for him to know the effect even a passing compliment from him clearly has on you.

He grins in self-satisfaction. He knew it was a good idea to trust Suguru! And now, like clockwork, you'll be falling at his feet in three… two… one…

“There’s seaweed in your teeth.”

Stupid Suguru!

Satoru blushes furiously, turns the other way, and starts furiously sucking at his teeth to remove the offending plant. Suguru had pawned off his seaweed snack to him earlier, and now he has to reap the consequences. Another romantic failure, and this time it wasn’t even his fault.

Still red, eyes pricking with embarrassed tears, he looks back over at you. But, much to his dismay, you've returned your attention to your phone, tapping away.

He'll get ‘em next time.

”Holy shit, Gojo!”

But not this time, apparently.

His eyes widen as he sees you staggering back, and he jogs up to lean over you.

“You okay…?”

Stupid question. Because you look up at him, blood pouring from your nose, a devastating mixture of humiliation and resentment and raw pain glinting in your eyes, as you wipe your bloodied nose on your white shirt and drag your bloodied hand over your skirt.

“No, I’m not fucking okay! You always do this, stupid!” You throw one more scornful look over your shoulder, before marching back towards the school, blood still streaming down your pretty face.

For a split second, he's torn between giving you space and running after you. He picks the latter, naturally, and is quickly stumbling after you with all the grace of a newborn fawn, yelling for you to wait, just a second!

You don't, of course, and it takes him catching up to you and slowing to match the pace of your furious stomps for him to be within your earshot.

“Come on, you know I didn't mean to—”

“You literally always do this. You beg me to come train with you, for reasons beyond my understanding considering you’re, like, three grades above me, and then every time it ends with me having to take myself to the stupid nurse’s office ‘cause you can't control yourself ever, so just leave me alone.”

He frowns, guilt tearing at his heart. “Y/N, please, just let me say sorry—”

At that, you whirl around, facing him dead on. Red mars your lower face, still steadily dripping down and collecting on your well-bitten lips, and it takes a world of strength for Satoru to tear his eyes away from your mouth and up to your own gaze boring into him.

He almost hopes for a second you won't speak. Hopes you'll just turn around and continue walking in silence, not looking at him over your shoulder but at least letting him stay with you.

Alas, he is not such a lucky man.

“I don't need you to say sorry,” you mutter, before turning on your heel and marching back into the building, leaving him standing alone on the smooth stone pathway.

He wipes flour from his eyes, sneezing once, twice, thrice.

You sigh. “I thought you said you were good at baking. You called yourself ‘wifey material’.” You’re not faring much better than him, wiping egg from your cheek with a frown.

“Hey! Even a perfect clock is wrong twice a day.”

“That’s not how the saying goes.”

He sighs, casting his eyes over what used to be the kitchen. Several bags of flour were tipped over, so much egg where egg should not be, milk steadily dripping onto the tiled floor. The two of you look like toddlers who'd broken into the pantry, covered head to toe in staple ingredients.

“Well if I can't cook… and you can't cook… who's going to make us sweet treats?” he laments.

You imperceptibly sigh, almost feeling bad for him. “We can go to the store, if you want,” you murmur, uprighting the carton of milk. You avoid making eye contact with the incredulous look he’s giving you, but can you blame him? It's been months of knowing you, and this is the first time you've proposed hanging out together without him asking first.

His eyes light up, sparkling with glee. “Sure! The store! I’ll pay!”

“Okay. Sure.” You unloop the apron from around your neck, taking his too, and hang them up. “Let's go.”

The walk to the store is pleasant. You can't help but admire the koi fish swimming through the clear-water streams, and Satoru can't help but admire you.

The warmer weather has pushed your white shirt cuffs up your arms, and unbuttoned your top button, and he can't help but trail his eyes over the few square inches of your exposed skin. So soft, and so pretty.

“Pardon?” You’re looking at him now, pushing your glasses up to your forehead and leaving tiny indents on your nose. He’d kill to kiss them away.

“Do you mean to be saying all this out loud?” And now the sun-driven flush on your cheeks climbs higher, teasing the fat under your eyes, sinking lower and falling beneath your jawline, and oh how he’d love to be the one who makes you blush, and be the only man privy to your flusteredness—

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Your rapid clicks before his face grounds him again, and with a squeak he realises how long he's been carelessly speaking his private thoughts aloud. He pouts and swats your hand away, redirecting his gaze to the right, looking away from you.

“What? Wasn’t talking about you. Just… Uh…”

In his embarrassment, he fails to notice the way you're fanning yourself, desperately trying to bring your heated cheeks to a regular temperature.

“Just… reciting poetry…”

“You may enter now.”

The nurse is barely able to finish her sentence before Satoru bursts through the doors of the ward. You’ve sat up in bed, a tiny little scowl marring your perfect features, eyes stubbornly refusing to even glance at the cast around your ankle.

“You scared me!” he whines, dropping into the plastic chair beside your bed and dragging his hands down his face. “I thought I lost you, Y/N!”

“It’s just a broken ankle,” you mutter, swatting half-heartedly at him.

“I mean, honestly, tripping down the stairs? What a lame way to die!” he laments, batting his stupidly long eyelashes at you. It takes everything in you not to snigger.

“What's a good way to die?”

“Oh, you know, getting struck by lightning, killed by a wild rhino, after killing five billion curses… But—” he pouts at you for distracting him, “—that’s not the point! You need to be more careful!”

“Aw.” You smile ever so slightly, your eyes crinkling when you look at him. “Well, you can sign my cast.”

“Really?” He immediately drops his pout, his eyes sparkling as he fumbles for the marker you're offering him. He shoots up and out of his chair, stumbling towards the end of the bed, and giggles like a schoolboy. “The first one?”

“Sure,” you hum, watching the way he delicately cradles your ankle in his hand.

He squeals, and immediately starts doodling his name along your cast. He can't help but draw hearts around his words, but you can't bring yourself to say anything when he looks so pleased with himself.

He pulls away, petting your ankle before he sets it gently back on the bed.

“Tech is sooo boring without you. All techniques, missions that!” He sits down on the bed next to you, as you gently push yourself into a sitting position, careful not to aggravate your foot.

“Yeah? Anything fun happen in the last two days?” You ask, poking his shoulder.

“Nooo…” he sighs. “Everyone loves me too much. No variety.”

“You’re in love with yourself.”

“Well, who isn't?”

You snort. “Right.”

He grins at you. The breeze from the open window gently tousles your hair, your features bare from makeup and freshly washed. You glow under the sun, and he sighs, smiling.

“Hey, when you're back—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted.

“Alright, that's enough.” The nurse enters the room, armed with a syringe. “She needs to rest.”

He sighs once more, shoulders deflating, then stands from the bed. “See you.”

You wave. “Later.”

It came as a surprise to few that you made Grade 1 so quickly. A meteoric rise in skill, resultant of over a year of hard work, practice day in, day out. You’ve found yourself scrubbing away calluses every evening, taking less and less time for yourself, but treating less and less wounds.

It was a bone-deep satisfaction when you received the news. A several second long sigh of relief, a weight floating up, up, and away.

“Woooooooo!”

As confetti hits your face, you mentally scold yourself for believing you could ever have just a few minutes of peace.

“Grade 1! Wooooooo!” Satoru sweeps you up into a bone crushing hug, his party popper abandoned on the floor.

Your facial muscles betray you and you smile. Your voice box betrays you too, and you start to laugh as he spins you around.

“I know! It’s crazy!” Who said that? Not you.

“I bought you a caaaake!” He sets you down on the ground, grabbing your hand and dragging you back towards his dorm room.

“For you or for me?”

“For you, but if you don't like it, I’ll have no choice but to eat it.”

“A necessary sacrifice, I’m sure.”

“Exactly!” He pushes you into his room and flicks on the light switch. It illuminates a banner he’d put up, reading “GRADE 1 PARTYYYYY”.

You chuckle again, flopping down on his bed. “What would you have done if I hadn't gotten it?”

He smirks as he retrieves the three-tier Victoria sponge from his mini-fridge. “Wouldn’t’ve taken you to my room.”

You huff out a laugh. “I see.”

He joins you on the bed, sitting cross legged and setting down the cake. “No cutlery.” He grabs a fistful of cake, grinning as he pushes it to your lips. “Open wiiide!”

And as every neuron fires at once, screaming at you to swat his hand away, or pull back, or even just roll your eyes and pretend to be uninterested, you open your mouth and allow him to push a handful of cake into your mouth.

Cream smears along your cheeks, jam along your lips, and you watch him with fond eyes as he finishes off the handful.

And in that moment, you realise how effectively he's worked his way into your heart, taking residence in your arteries and synchronising your best with his own.

He looks back at you, adoration swimming in his crystalline gaze, swallowing down the cake.

“I'm really proud of you,” he says, sincerity in every word, every syllable.

You mirror his smile, reaching out to wipe cream from his chin. “Thank you, Satoru.”

As your skin makes contact with his own, he melts under your touch. He realises how swiftly he's fallen in love with you, barely a year going by before you’ve had him at your feet.

He prays a silent prayer that you will let him share the rest with you.

“The cake?” You say, wiping your hand on a napkin. He realises that, again, he’s expressed his secret thoughts aloud. Oh, well. They're for you, anyway.

“Yeah. The cake.”

⟶ no one will ever know the way you and satoru love each other

cw:: fem!reader, fluff drabble, reader is a liiittle nice this time wow

“How do you possibly bear him?” your friend asks, laughing over her glass of wine. “He’s like a kid! Don't you want a more serious guy?”

Your friend doesn't see the way he cares for you. Your friend doesn't know of the way he gathers you up in his arms, peppering wet kisses all over your face when you have nightmares. She could never know the times he follows you to the bathroom while you shower because he hates to be apart from you, or the times he makes you laugh so hard you pee a little.

She has no idea of the reverent touches he leaves you with every morning, or the bone crushing squeeze he greets you with in the evening. His enthusiasm to take up your chores, his boundless glee to spend even a single minute with you, the way his eyes seem to light up even further when you walk into a room.

“No, not really. He's wonderful,” you smile.

You wouldn't expect her to understand. Some people march into your lives and insist on turning it topsy-turvy, bringing a brilliant shade of blue into a greyscale world.

“She's boring as fuck, bro,” Satoru’s friend groans, slamming his beer back on the bar counter. Satoru snorts at his sloppiness. “Don’t laugh. She is. You need to find a younger chick, you know, someone more like you.”

Satoru thinks about punching him, but he decides it's a worse fate to never know your true nature. After all, it's not like his friend sees the way you pretend to not notice when he sneaks candy into the shopping cart, or whenever he catches you stifling a laugh at his antics. His friend doesn't see the times you're spontaneous, taking a day off work because you “just missed my fiancé, okay?” And he certainly doesn't see how you always let him pick the movie, and watch with rapt attention because you like whatever he likes.

Satoru is the only person who gets to hear your low voice talking him back to sleep, or your sleepy “get off of me, you whale,” when he wakes up draped over you. The way you kiss him, the way you interlock your hands with his, the way you ruffle his hair whenever you're standing over him. It's all his.

“She’s better than me,” he grins, throwing back the rest of his drink.

Some people, he muses, are designed to bring a much-needed sense of straightness and order to an otherwise chaotic life. Someone to be the rising sun of a new day, casting a soft morning glow over where the moon has kissed.

Perhaps, some are born to meet each other.

⟶ satoru is a stinking glasses thief

cw:: just fluff/crack, reader is sick of him (affectionately), gn!reader

It’s 12PM when you realise you haven't seen your glasses all day.

Squinty-eyed, you trudge into the bedroom, trying to discern a pair of frames from the clutter and blurriness that greets you.

“Babe, you haven't seen my glasses have you?” you ask, searching through the bedside table before standing up and looking at him. You sigh.

“Nevermind. Found them,” you say, reaching out to pluck them off of his face. Satoru swats your hand away, grinning impishly.

“I look hot, right?” he grins (you think. it could be him baring his teeth in pain. It's blurry), taking your hand and pulling you down to the bed.

“I don't know. I can't see.”

“I always think you look super hot. So, what's the verdict? Do I look as good as you? Better?” He tugs you towards him, looping an arm around your shoulders and tilting your head up to his with a crooked finger.

“I dunno. Give me my glasses back and I'll let you know.”

He frowns, the cogs visibly turning in his head. “But then you won't see me wearing them..!”

You finally manage to wrangle your glasses off of him, sliding them back onto your face, blinking as your eyes readjust to the new focus. His little pout begs for your attention in ultra definition, and you can't help but pull his lip down, letting it bounce back up.

He sighs again, pulling you into his lap and poking you in the side. “You need to buy spares so you can see how hot I look in your glasses, okay?”

You roll your eyes. “I had spares. You sat on them—”

“Potato, potahto! You know, I always have to straighten your glasses after we make out sloppy style. You don't wanna straighten mine?” He bats his eyelashes at you, pressing his face right up to yours so you can get a good view of the way crocodile tears spring to his big blue eyes.

“I think I can live without.” You press a playful kiss to his lips.

“But you shouldn't.” He presses another kiss to your lips, then another, then another. “But I’ll forgive you if you promise to buy another pair, okay?”

You snort at his audacity, pinching his nose. “Fuck no. You broke them, you can replace them.”

He whines loudly, throwing himself back on the bed and starfishing. He remains that way for a full four seconds (new record) before springing back up.

“Okay!” He presses yet another kiss to your lips, before scooping you up and taking you to the living room, wrapped around him in a princess carry. “I'll order.”

You hum, readjusting your glasses. You scoff when you notice the visible finger marks on the lenses. “You touched the lense with your sweaty hands. Disgusting.”

“Oh, that's why your lenses were so blurry.”

⟶ let you break my heart again

cw:: i have never written angst like this before. gn!reader, reader is MEAN in this one, reader implied to be an english speaker, reader gets drunk? satoru + reader met at jujutsu high

Satoru Gojo is not a coffee drinker.

It’s bitter, it's either scalding hot or biting cold, and in your words, “it tastes like dirt.”

He remembers the way he laughed in agreement last year when you muttered that under your breath, consequence of sneaking a sip of Nanami’s coffee. He remembers looking at you, his cheeks flushed and his words all airy. And he can't scrub from his mind the way you didn't spare him a glance.

Satoru Gojo hates coffee. But after a long night of entertaining a drunken you, he needs something to propel him through the day. And cocaine is illegal.

His eyes follow you around the staff room. Rubbing your temples and groaning, snapping at anyone who dares to speak.

“Someone’s hungover,” he smirks.

“Shut up,” you hiss. “Your voice is so grating.”

He shuts up, and pretends you didn't say that. He shuts up and pretends you don't always say that. He shuts up and pretends he doesn't spend night after night picking you up from a bar, completely wasted, or dropping you off to a date, or picking you up from some fling’s apartment at 7am.

On days when the staff room is silent, he allows himself a fleeting moment to close his eyes and picture you. He dreams of the thirteen-year long softness with which he can't help but afford you, and he lets himself fantasise that once, just once, you'll turn around and return his lovesick smile.

But on days like this, he presses his lips together in a fine line and ignores the sympathetic glance Shoko spares him.

He wonders what it is about him that is so unappealing. Nursing a whiskey at some dive bar, he slurs out his troubles to a sympathetic barkeep.

“Girls like me. I get asked out all the time. But she doesn't want me, and I don’t know why!” He wants to scream, or cry, or laugh, but he's not sure which and he slumps over the bar and barely catches his glass before it goes tumbling over. “I don't want the other fish in the fucking sea. I want her. She’s the prettiest fish.”

No one comes to pick him up.

Some days you're sweet on him. You throw him a bone. You send him songs in English that he doesn't understand, but he listens to the melody and the gibberish lyrics and he finds pieces of you in the songs.

[satoru gojo]: good song

[satoru gojo]: i like your taste in music ;)

Read, 11:06PM.

On other days you pick him up as the unforgiving sun is setting. You drive, asking him about his day, letting him ramble about his students, or vent about the higher ups, or tell you about this super funny thing Nanami did as though you weren't there.

He turns his head away from you as he finishes speaking, and he's glad he wears a blindfold as it catches his tears.

He downs the rest of his coffee, shuffling over on the couch to give you room to sit next to him.

“Thanks for picking me up last night,” you mumble, picking at your nails. You refuse to make eye contact, which is just as well because he'd hate for you to see the wide-eyed stare he's subjecting you to.

“... No problem.”

⟶ waking up from a nap w satoru

cw:: fluff, slightly mean reader 😇, gn!reader

On one of those rare days when neither you nor Satoru were called out to school or a mission, you find yourselves draped over each other under a blanket. His mop of white hair rests on your chest, snoozing, while you pet his hair gently and watch the clouds drift on by.

You can't help but trace your eyes over his pretty features. Peaceful as a baby, lips slightly parted as he rests without a care. He's really cute when he doesn't speak, you muse.

Until suddenly he's blinking himself awake, licking his dry lips, and shattering every illusion of cuteness you'd foolishly constructed.

“Your tits are so comfortable to sleep on,” he grins, looking up at you with bleary eyes.

“You really know how to ruin any moment,” you smile down at him.

He giggles like a loser, dropping his head back into your chest with a great big yawn, pearly white molars blinking at you. “Ugh. I have a gross taste in my mouth.”

You hum, not at all sympathetic. “‘Cause of all that candy you ate before you fell asleep.”

“Um, no. Because I haven't kissed you in hours.”

“Wow! Harvard is calling.”

“I know right?” He grins self-assuredly, then goes wriggling up your body like a 6’5” centipede, nosing into your cheek. “Kiss.”

You roll your eyes, think about saying something snarky, then decide to just give in this time.

(Sometimes you worry you're too mean.)

(But not enough to stop.)

He grins against your lips when you lean in for a kiss, his eyes slipping closed and his hand working into your hair to tug you closer. Your hands lazily drape over his shoulders, the only sounds in the room being the gentle spin of the fan and the sound of you two locking lips.

It’s moments like these when you remember just how much you like your Satoru. Moments he's doing and not saying.

He pulls away, but not without leaving a final peck on your lips. “See? Now my mouth is all better.”

You're not convinced, twirling his hair between your fingers and asking, “Is it?”

“No,” he groans, sitting up. “Gonna go get something to eat. Be right back.”

You huff, watching him go. “Eat something healthy, babe.”

“I'd rather be shot.”



do "writers" not get embarrassed when their entire fic is ai? you can always tell and it takes like 5 seconds for a reader to run it through an ai checker. are you not EMBARRASSED

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Imagine Newly-wedded Husband!Gojo Satoru using his mouth to remove the delicate white-laced garter on your thigh, feeling his lips brush oh so closely to where your pussy is as his hands roam over your calves and knees with the intent of stimulating you even more, you were almost sure he gave a small peck to where your clit is before he lifted his head from your expensive—no doubt—Wedding dress with a victorious grin, all while still biting the garter as if it was a trophy he was more than happy to get. But that little scene he did was just the beginning, because when the two of you finally reached the king-sized bed of your newly-refurbished mansion, he's had you in such a dizzy, fucked-out daze that you don't even remember how many times the both of you came, or how much time has passed after Satoru basically pouncing on you like a predator with his prey. You were littered in hickies, marks, bites, cum, and yet Satoru's still not stopping, "Fuck, did you know how much I wanted to do this to you now that were married? I don't think I can stop now that I have you looking like this... Come on, one more round, you can do it, right honey?"

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ You know what’s romantic? Businessman!Ryomen Sukuna makes u kiss all his cigarettes, saying he wants to remember u when he’s out of town for business, caressing the red-stained paper casing before lighting it with his expensive lighter. Sukuna loves the look of red on u, when he fucks you on the king size bed of his condo, he takes pictures of the red marks printed on your thighs, butt, oh and most especially ur pretty pussy—To which he most definitely will use to jerk himself off in his luxurious office. When he wakes up earlier than u, he goes to the bathroom and smirks at the lip marks on his collarbone, starting his day with another cigarette that has ur signature kiss on it.

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ military soldier!suguru geto n his handsome smile once he sees his darling tap him out of the military formation, engulfing them with his strong veiny arms and peppering kisses all over their face ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა imagine just how pent up he must've been from training hehe ~ he's got his sweetheart moaning and whimpering with their legs hugging his torso, hickies littered everywhere from darling's neck to their inner thighs, they can try to plead and beg for a moment to rest, but suguru got his ears closed, not when his dick is throbbing n ready for more rounds after enough months without sex ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა "Been missing this for so long, miss having my cock inside you--Ngh! Heh, I miss this pussy... You're gonna be good for me, yeah sweetheart? Say it, say you'll be good for me, then I'll let you cum."

𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐘/𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋. ❛ 𝟶𝟷 satoru gojo ❜ - nsfw(not too much) , rdr us gndrneutral but is implied to be feminine

Who knew services like these existed, to choose a doll of your liking and have it delivered in front of your door step. It's your choice on what to do, either way, you'll be greeted with the elegant curtsy of someone beautiful, someone who looks at you like a doll would: Expressionless.

"I thought a smile would welcome me once I open the door," Gojo hummed to himself upon seeing you, to see you expressing nothing but a blank look, "Hah, they were right, you are beautiful; like a doll~"

His slender fingers touched your jaw, dragging it upon your chin to lift your head, facing his diamond-like eyes staring back at your own. milliseconds, seconds, minutes have passed by now, and he didn't distract himself from anything other than you.

"A pleasure to be at your service, I am Y/n, your chosen doll."

Gojo figured the other dolls wouldn't be this impassive, they would be expressive with their liking towards him, maybe a flirt or two. He's amused, nonetheless held your hand and gently pulled you inside his luxurious penthouse, and you allowed him to do so, you are supposed to fulfill his orders after all.

Instincts have a way of making him this experienced, he knew what to do with you, and he knew your objective is to be submissive after all. A service for the most precious doll is what he chose, the best one they could give, and that's you.

"Sir, what must you need for me to fulfill...?" This won't be different from the rest of the clients you've met, paying a doll for their own pleasure. It's not quite an innocent job after all, so you had not much hopes, not for your own pleasure, your climax.

"Don't be so hasty~" Reaching for your hair to dishevel your tied braids, he flashed a cheeky grin, undeniably amused at how adorable you looked, especially how you look at him so deeply.

Hands have reached each of your shoulders, pressing to sit you down on his large bed, comfy and soft, it didn't look so warm when you looked on his desk to see lube and condoms ready in place, a sign he's done this before.

"S-Sir, shall I strip myself off--Ngh!" A breathy moan shook out of your mouth upon the soft bite of Satoru, nibbling on your skin to feel the soft sensation, holding your waist to secure you.

Satoru had given you a bright red hickey, quite so much than any other of the clients, he simply peppered your neck with his lovebites, rushing down to your collarbones that have you shuddering.

"I'll do it. Just look pretty for me, will you?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Good doll ♡~"

Your fingers begin to clutch on the bedsheet as Satoru begins to push you down the bed, his lips pressing on one of the golden button on your dress--A chosen one for easy access, your boss says--Skillfully opening it with his tongue and then on to the next, leaving you bare in front of him.

There's no qualms or any timidness with you showing your chest, it was normal for you, but you didn't get how Satoru was looking at you so mesmerized, his expression was obvious with the way the blood began to rush on his cheeks.

"It seems I see now why you're the most precious doll. Such a cutie little thing."

A sudden bolt rushed over your entire body, gasping a soft moan when his knee had made contact between your legs, rubbing circles that's stimulating you to produce more breathy whines.

Satoru's hand touched both of yours, locking them together above you as he hovers over your chest to suck and play with your nipples. Together with his knee pleasuring you below, you can't help but whine and squint your eyes from the arousal.

"It sh-should be me who is s-supposed to pleasure you, sir! P-Please let me suck you off--Ha! Sir S-satoruuu ♡~"

Gojo Satoru's lip had connected with yours, something forbidden in your line of work, and yet his tounge had skillfully tangled with yours that there can't be no words you can sing to tell him off.

Would you had stopped him though? Perhaps not, it was too good, better than other clients you've fornicated with, he's too good at this, it's too pleasurable, gosh you can't help it!

"Aw, sweet doll. You'll be mine for tonight, I'll pay you triple in return, don't worry~"

choso n how sweet he would be to his little sister ~ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ he would be so gentle with her n so scared to touch her cuz he thinks his hands r too calloused ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა oh but he's so so protective ! he carries her around n loves it when she calls her 'big brother' ! choso and yuji love her so so much and love taking care of her ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა they're so cutiesssss