So Real, You’re Telling Me That’s Not Gojo? Got The Perfect Build, Aura, Clothes, EVERYTHING.

The fact that gojo the strongest too, so the only suicide missions would be the ones he makes an effort to carry out as such. The only way he ends up on shokos table would be if he wanted to be.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t bear the faint smell of your shampoo in the stairwell you’d just left, the sound of your laughter disappearing around the corner.

He’d started excusing himself from staff meetings at school, much to the fury of the higher-ups. But he quite literally couldn’t be in the same room with you. Not after what he’d done.

The strongest sorcerer started letting his Infinity slip, hoping you’d brush against him in the hallway just so he could feel you again.

He got sloppy on missions, ending up on Shoko’s operating table more and more often. The last time, forced back into consciousness by her technique and a lungful of secondhand smoke, she had called him on it.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Satoru? You think that’s going to bring them back?” He took so long to answer that she started to worry he’d passed back out.

“I know it won’t.” His ocean-blue eyes were an abyss. “But then it wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Gojo knew he hardly had the right to say it. You had only had one request of him when you got together, one thing that worried you about getting involved with him and his reputation. And he had blown it all up.

It didn’t matter that it was his first love, his high-school ex that he never really got over. It didn’t even matter that he had a good excuse when it came down to it. You had caught Gojo with his tongue down someone else’s throat, and ended it on the spot.

So he dragged himself and his self-pity around campus, half-heartedly instructing the first years when he wasn’t busy volunteering for suicide missions.

You kept your broken heart well-hidden, quietly requesting a transfer to Kyoto at the end of this semester. You looked right through him when you couldn’t avoid him entirely, and found empty bathroom stalls to cry in afterward.

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You had carefully planned your escape, steadily sending your belongings on to the Kyoto school and distancing yourself from the administration of the Tokyo campus for the past few weeks. Now moving day was here, a one-way ticket clutched in your hand. It felt both impossible and inevitable.

No one was there to see you off, as requested. Your closest friends would come visit and everyone else didn’t care much either way.

Except for the person you were running from.

You felt him before you saw him, his Six Eyes boring into you from across the station. His snow-white hair was scruffy, sticking up like he’d been pulling at it. Dark sunglasses hid his shadowed eyes.

“Gojo? What the fuck are you doing here?” You knew he could hear your harsh whisper from where he stood.

“Gojo, huh? Ouch.” He crossed the room in a blink, pushing up his glasses to show off an exaggerated wince, one eye scrunched shut. “That hurts.”

“Good. You should know how it feels. Now if you don’t mind, I have a train to catch.” You tried to step around him, but he easily mirrored you.

“It doesn’t leave for another ten minutes. Can we talk?”

“Talk? Talk about what, asshole? How your ex tasted?” A pointless shove against his broad chest.

Gojo caught your wrists in one hand. “Please.”

You made the mistake of eye contact, taking a half-step closer, and your heart broke open all over again. He was so beautiful, so desperate, his vulnerability a halo. The wound you had tried to cauterize with space and silence flared back to agonizing life.

He sensed your hesitation- he knew all your weaknesses- and used the opportunity to pull you into his arms. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry, you have no idea…” murmured apologies into your hair.

“Fuck you,” you said to his chest.

“I know, baby.” A shaky laugh. “I know.”

Against all your instincts, the longing to melt into his embrace, you stepped back. “Satoru…” you did your best to ignore the hope in his face when you used that name. “You can’t expect me to forget what you’ve done.”

“I don’t! I swear. Just please, don’t run away from this. From us. I can’t lose you.” He still held your wrists, your pulses knocking against each other.

“You already did.”

He lets go, off balance, like you’d punched him in the gut. Your train doors are opening and you’re turning away, not before you catch the shine of tears in his blue, blue eyes.

You’re sorry too, so goddamn sorry, but you’re stepping off the platform and there’s nothing left to say, even if you had the time to say it.

The doors close indifferently, your world cleaved in two. Before and after, inside and out. You turn back, watching him shrink into nothing as you pull out of the station. He watches you disappear for much, much longer.

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Desc: Telling the jjk men they did the title!

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso!

Comments are appreciated!! (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)♡

GUYS. I’ve decided to start a new series with the tag “ideas” for any creators to use where I will essentially be posting my ideas for smaus, fics, whatever and all are free to use or forward it on to their fav creators with credits😍 as for the first one,

WHEN they back up a new girl friend or colleague when you were being mean, not knowing the shit she said to you.

Men with muscular thighs oml😌🤧😍

seeing toji’s caked up ass and smacking it.

he was innocently on his phone, lying on his stomach with his feet in the air before he felt a hard slap landing on his butt.

“what. the. fuck.”

you couldn’t not burst out laughing at the almost horrified tone in his voice while loving the sight of toji’s open mouth, cheeks tinting an adorable pink.

he was gobsmacked, speechless while you stood there giggling at his shock.

his gaze simply screamed why but his butt was just there, all round and tempting.

the combination of his thick thighs clenched and slutty shorts riding up his meaty legs quite frankly had you drooling — let alone the slither of skin showing from his jumper sliding up.

why would you not give it a smack ?

When you accidentally kill a curse! (E.g. you just meant to rough it up a bit, but accidentally one shot it!) Fem!reader -Crack/suggestive

YES STRONG MEN WHIMPERING🥴😌

✩ content. 18+, subby! sukuna x fem! reader, hand-job.

sukuna who’s not used to being submissive.

he's supposed to be the one in control, the one who towers over everyone else. but here he is, the king of curses, sprawled out beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries to hold himself together. it's humiliating the way his body reacts to you, trembling under your touch, the way his lips part as soft, broken sounds slip out. he could stop you. he could pin you down and take control in an instant. but he doesn't. instead, he lets you lead, lets you ruin him, lets you see him like this.

he's shaking, his muscles tight as your lips trail down his chest. you're slow, taking your time as you kiss along the sharp ink etched into his skin. sukuna's breath stutters when you linger a little longer, brushing your tongue against the lines of a tattoo, and his head tips back against the pillow.

you can feel the tension in him. every time you touch him, his hips twitch and his fingers flex against the sheets, like he's holding back from grabbing you. it only makes you want to push him further.

when you reach the mouth on his stomach, it twitches. its teeth part slightly, a low groan rumbling from his lips, and sukuna curses under his breath as his hips jerk.

"fuck," he mutters, his voice hoarse. his hands clench tighter at his sides, like he doesn't trust himself to touch you.

you press your lips to the second mouth, letting your tongue skim its edge. sukuna's whole body jolts, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat. "stop teasing," he chokes out, but there's no weight behind the words.

"you're so sensitive," you say softly, brushing your lips over the edge of the second mouth again before kissing your way back up his body.

when you kiss him, his lips tremble against yours. they're soft, warm, and you feel the faintest whimper slip out when your tongue slides into his mouth. his hands finally come up to grab your hips. the grip is shaky, like he's grounding himself, and you smile into the kiss, knowing how much he's falling apart.

you pull back, just enough to look at him. his eyes are heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, and his lips are parted as though he wants to say something but can't get the words out. "you're so pretty like this," you murmur, brushing your fingers along his jaw.

his breath hitches, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "you're cruel," he mutters, voice raw and breaking.

"you love it," you whisper, your hand sliding lower.

he shudders when your fingers wrap around him, a strangled moan spilling from his lips as you stroke him slowly. he's hard, so sensitive it makes his hips twitch with every movement. his head falls back, his mouth opening as another broken gasp escapes him.

"fuck," he groans, the sound thick and desperate.

you tighten your grip, your thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the wetness already there. his hips stutter, chasing your touch, his breath catching with every stroke.

"please," he chokes out, and it sends heat pooling in your stomach. hearing sukuna beg like this feels unreal, but the way his body trembles under your hand is enough proof.

you move faster, stroking him with just enough pressure to push him over the edge. his hands cling to your waist, his fingers tightening as his moans grow louder and messier. his whole body tenses, and then he's falling apart, hips jerking up as he comes undone. a wrecked moan tears from his throat, his head tipping back as his chest heaves.

you don't stop, stroking him gently as he rides out the last tremors, his breath shaky and uneven. his hands loosen their grip, falling back to the sheets as his body sinks into the mattress. you press a soft kiss to his jaw, your hand brushing over his chest, and when his eyes flutter open, he looks wrecked. 

crimson eyes dark and hazy, his flushed skin matches the faint pink of his hair, damp from how hard you've pushed him. there's something raw in his gaze, something so vulnerable, and he looks at you like you've taken everything from him and he'd let you do it again.

an. i miss posting frequently but unfortunately posts are going to be slow because i started uni again and it’s hella stressful + i’m working too. i’ll definitely try my best to do two posts a week but it’ll most likely once a week or once every two weeks </3.

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes! Imagine how much I could get if I actually posted consistently🥴😆 let’s see! Hope you all follow my journey!

GUYS! Sorry for being so inactive lately, life is getting hectic! But if it plays out, you’ll probably get a few works now.

For the first official time, requests for blurbs with the Jjk characters are open! Any scenario you got in mind? Send it my way!

I’m gonna be so honest here…this isn’t the mommy I was expecting. Amazing nonetheless tho💗💖

“can you be my mommy?!” toji fushiguro

you sneakily got out of bed, picking up your clothes in the process. toji had threw them all over the room last night.. and he even ripped a slit into your dress in the midst of taking it off. “ugh i swear to god, im making him buy me a new one.”

you took one last look at his sleeping form before smiling. you knew he would be upset in the morning since he hated when you left in the middle of the night.. but you never liked to overstay your welcome. no matter how many times he told you it was fine he didn’t mind you staying, you still went home right after.

you slipped your clothes back on and gently grabbed your keys— hoping it wouldn’t make too much of a loud noise.

“bye baby, im out. ill text you later, sleep well.” you lowly whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead. thank god he was still asleep or he wouldn’t allow you to leave.

“what awh you doing?” a tiny boy called out, completely messing up on his words. your body jumped slightly frightened by the voice, of course you knew who it was but that still didn’t stop you from being startled. he was usually sleep at this time..

“im getting ready to leave megs, i was just saying bye to your daddy,” you smiled, fixing your dress a little since it was rising. “what are you doing up hun.. you’re not tired?”

“i no sleepy anymore, where you go wing?”

“uh i was gonna go home since it’s getting late,” you replied while slipping on your crocs. at the rate this was going toji was going to wake up soon, he was already stirring in his sleep. and the last thing you needed was to deal with his tantrum— lecture, about you trying to leave.

“i no want you to go, lay back down with daddy! i go lay with you guys.”

you didn’t know how you got here.. sandwiched between both of the boys. toji’s head in your chest and megumi’s little arms wrapped around your waist. you knew this would happen but you actually weren’t as mad about it.

if anything you were kind of happy, it finally felt like you had a family. even if you and toji were only sneaky links, he treated you like family.

“n/n was tryna leave early dada, i catch her tryna leave!”

you rolled your eyes and playfully pushed the little boy off of you, “alrighty now snitch, you don’t get to lay on me anymore.”

“oh really,” toji took his head out of your chest and straight faced you. no wonder his sleep felt off earlier, “thanks for tellin’ me meg. im gonna deal with her later.”

“i was only trying to give you guys some space.. im over here every day,” you sighed hoping toji would understand where you were coming from. but he didn’t, and he never would.

it shocked him how clueless you were, he wanted you with him at all times for a reason. he was in love with you, just couldn’t find a way to show it. “we don’t want space, so don’t do that shit again. i keep tellin’ you about that.”

“yayy n/n can stay! can you be my mommy?!” megumi cheered— clapping his hands and jumping all over the bed.

your heart dropped. this was trick question, if you said yes then toji would probably think you’re insane and moving too fast. but if you said no then he’d be pissed at you for crushing his sons dreams.

“i-“

“yeah she’s your mommy meg. so we gotta be nice to her, show her that we love her, right?” toji butted in and started to rub down the skin of your back. he saw you glaring into his soul but simply looked away, knowing he’d just unofficially pronounced his love for you.

“wait really, you love me toji?”

“always.”

you couldn’t help the cheeky smile forming as you grabbed his face— leaving small pecks all over him. even though it irritated him with your lip balm getting all over his face, he still managed to smile and return your kisses.

“ewww yucky! ma and da is kissing.”

“oh shut up megs, and i love you guys too. my handsome boys.”

©rissouu 2023

PLEASE THIS SO YUMM

which of the men whimper?

oh I have thoughts (18+)

satoru gojo

satoru gojo 1000% whimpers. sub!satoru supremacy. with how powerful he is, he loves being at his partner’s mercy. he loves being edged, tied up, degraded. and he definitely whimpers while all of this happens. he’d even whimper your name as you made him cum, his quiet noises just for your ears.

choso kamo

no one can look at how soft choso is for his brothers and say he doesn’t whimper for his partner. he would whimper your name if he thought you were upset with him, burying his face in the nape of your neck. he’d whimper when you’d overstimulate him, unable to form words, only whimpers and gasps as he came again. choso is the number 1 whimperer in my mind.

yuta okkotsu

maybe post jjk zero yuta is different but I think either way, yuta whimpers. look at this sweet boy. he’s definitely whimpering your name, begging you to touch him, or just whimpering when finally do, already so needy for your touch that the sounds escape his throat before he can even stifle them. he’s whimpering your name when you part from a languid kiss, breaths coming out in pants as he does, as he looks up at you kiss ruined and pliant.