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seonghrtz · 5 months

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.

synopsis: fushiguro siblings need materials for their schoolwork, while gojo needs your help ⸻ again.

As the clock struck two o'clock in the afternoon, just as you had finished exorcizing a second grade curse, Gojo Satoru bombarded your inbox. You rolled your eyes as you regretted giving Gojo your number. You were aware of the young sorcerer's situation, and even more aware that it wasn't easy to look after two children half your age, but receiving sixty-eight messages at once was frightening.

Usually Gojo would send you photos of Megumi and Tsumiki, just Megumi alone and sometimes a photo of himself, and he would always send you questions about what to buy for the children to eat and how to make something tasty for them to take to school ⸻ he wasn't lying when he told you that he was trying to give these children as normal a childhood as possible. From time to time, Gojo would ask you trivial questions about everything and nothing, sometimes about you and your likes, nothing too invasive, and never about your family or your clan. But never, never in all that time had you received sixty-eight messages from him.

It was worrying, but coming from Gojo, you knew that if it was something that was really worrying, he wouldn't be texting you, he would be calling you right away. Just like when Megumi decided to ignore Gojo, since one of the six-eyed sorcerer's greatest pleasures was to annoy and tease the little boy. And Gojo, convinced that Megumi only listens to you, decided to call you and ask for your help with the "problem" between them. Of course, after you talked to Megumi and asked him to be more patient with Satoru, and after you pulled Gojo's ear ⸻ well, not exactly his ear, not least because of the infinity, but to lecture him ⸻, everything worked out.

One of the first things you thought of was that maybe Gojo needed you to help Megumi and Tsumiki with their homework, or something like that. And before answering Gojo's sixty-eight messages, you got back into the car that had taken you to the Kyoto Jujutsu School to report on your successful mission. But it seems that Gojo had bigger plans for that afternoon, and it seems that you were caught up in his plans. As you got out of the car, ready to hand in your mission report, a certain young man with white hair, round sunglasses and a smile came into view.

"Oi Kamo, why haven't you answered my messages?" Gojo approached you. He was close enough for you to smell the scent of Gojo's no doubt expensive perfume, but at the same time separated by an invisible barrier that protected him from everything and everyone ⸻ even you.

"The sixty-eight messages you sent when I was on a mission?" You held back the urge to roll your eyes at him, "Gojo, I have my duties as a jujutsu sorceress, I'm not available all day."

"Yeah, I know. That's why you get to spend the whole afternoon free from your ‘duties’ as a jujutsu sorceress!" Gojo said excitedly, throwing his arms up in the air.

"What? What exactly do you mean by that?"

"That you don't have to do any missions in the afternoon and evening, so you can go out with me and the brats!"

"You mean you threatened... no, no, much worse... you mean you bribed the director so I wouldn't get any more missions during the day?"

As nice as it was to spend the rest of the day not worrying about escaping death, exorcizing curses was still the only way you could afford to survive ⸻ it was your only source of income.

"Yes," Gojo said calmly.

"What are you thinking?" you looked at Gojo indignantly, "You can't just bribe the director to let me go out with you, Gojo."

"And why not?" Gojo asked genuinely.

"Because that's my job, Gojo. I'll lose a lot of money without these missions.”

"Don't worry about the money, I'll pay for it later. You're already stressed out, we don't want to see a vein burst in that pretty forehead of yours, do we?" Satoru smiled sideways and walked towards a black car, "Are you just going to stand there or are you coming?”

"What have I got myself into..." You muttered to yourself before walking over to Gojo's car and getting into the passenger seat next to him.

"Let's go get the brats, apparently Tsumiki needs some materials to do some schoolwork." Gojo started the car after putting on his seatbelt.

"What about Fushiguro?"

"I have no idea what he needs, he just said he needed something too."

"You should be kinder to him instead of teasing him, then maybe he'll tell you what he needs."

"It's no use, even if I am nice to him, he only respects you."

As you watched the scenery through the tinted window of Gojo's car, not knowing where you were really going, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer was sitting next to you, driving while singing along to the song on the radio. In the back seat, Tsumiki bobbed her head to the beat of the music while Megumi kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. You sympathised with Megumi's situation, even though Gojo didn't sing badly, listening to him sing non-stop for almost half an hour felt like torture.

Tired, you sighed lightly and looked for a good position on the passenger seat to lean your head back and close your eyes, imitating Megumi. However, your moment of peace was short-lived, as within a few minutes, Gojo was calling your name excitedly, saying that they had already arrived at the location.

You got out of the car a little unsure, noticed that you were in a covered car park, and wondered why you were there. If the children needed school supplies, you should have been in a stationery shop and not somewhere else.

"Here are the best shops." You overheard part of Gojo's conversation with Tsumiki while you watched Megumi standing next to you with his hands in the pockets of his uniform trousers. "Do you really want to stay behind?" Gojo turned to you and Megumi with a smile on his face.

You glanced briefly at Fushiguro, nodding in the direction of Gojo and his sister, before you both started walking. Your eyes traveled around as soon as you entered the establishment, your mind gradually clearing as you remembered the mall you had gone to with Shoko and Utahime a few months ago. It wasn't easy to forget the designer stores where a simple blouse cost more than you got for exorcizing a second grade curse. Gojo led the way to a stationery store on the second floor of the mall, and before you could enter the store, you waved for the white-haired boy to come closer while you watched Tsumiki and Megumi enter.

"Look, Gojo, I know you're the heir of the clan and that you have a lot of money, but don't you think it's too expensive to buy school supplies here? I'm sure any other stationery store will have what the kids need at a better price." You muttered.

"Ah, we're not just here for the stationery store." Gojo smiled in your direction and adjusted his glasses.

"No?" You asked confused.

"No! Now let's go, we have to buy things for the brats," Gojo said, heading in the direction of the Fushiguro siblings.

"What's his problem?" You wondered before you followed the trio into the huge store.

While Gojo helped Tsumiki choose the materials for her model, you and Megumi walked around the store looking for materials to decorate the poster the boy would make.

"What do you think about colored pencils?" You asked the boy, who just shrugged.

"Anything's fine." Megumi muttered, looking at the options of colored pens in front of him.

"Are you sure? Gojo's the one who's going to pay." You smiled sideways.

"Those over there," Megumi pointed hesitantly at a set of thirty-two colored pens.

"These?" You smiled and took the object, "If you need anything else, just ask."

"Could you... could you help me with my poster?" Megumi said and looked down at the floor with rosy cheeks.

Oh, how adorable he was.

"Of course." You smiled openly.

"Is that all you're going to take, Megumi?" Gojo appeared next to Tsumiki, holding a basket full of materials. "And these aren't even the best quality!" The white-haired man took the pens from your hand and put them back before he took a set of thirty-two pens that were almost twice as expensive as the ones Megumi had chosen earlier.

"More expensive doesn't always mean better quality."

"Trust me, Kamo-chan, this is the best brand out there!" Gojo put the set of pens in the basket. "Are you sure this is it?" He looked at the Fushiguro siblings and received a nod from Tsumiki and a blank stare from Megumi."I'll go to the cash register then!"

After buying all the materials at the stationery store, Gojo continued to guide you and the Fushiguro siblings around the place. Gojo walked through the mall as if he had been doing it for years, he seemed to know every corridor in the place. Maybe he was just used to the mall, and that wouldn't surprise you at all, since at eighteen, he was the most powerful of the Gojo clan and probably the richest as well.

"Would you do me a favor?" Gojo turned to you as you stopped in front of a boutique.

"It depends." You looked at him suspiciously.

"Could you try on some dresses for me?"

"What? Why do you want me to try on dresses for you?"

"Ah... well... you know... I have to go to a birthday party, and apparently it's rude not to bring a present for the birthday girl... you'd even believe me if I told you that you're both the same size." Gojo quickly explained, "It's just so I don't get the dress size wrong… since you're both the same size..."

"As long as it's quick, Tsumiki and Megumi have to start their schoolwork." You agreed without seeing many other possibilities than the most likely one. Not to mention the fact that you didn't want to have to deal with Gojo nagging you until he got what he wanted.

"You'll be a big help to me, Kamo-chan!"

"And don't call me that." You rolled your eyes as you entered the store with the trio.

"Tsumiki, Megumi, sit over there on the sofas, Kamo-chan and I have some hard work to do." Gojo handed the shopping bags to Tsumiki and turned to one of the shop assistants.

"Gojo-san, it is good to see you again." The woman smiled politely, "Would you like to see the pieces you asked me to separate?"

"Yes, I brought the model this time!" Gojo pointed at you with a big smile on his face.

"Then please follow me, Miss”

"What?" You looked between the attendant and Gojo without understanding anything.

"She'll take you to a fitting room," the white-haired man said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Have you been here?"

"Of course I have, I chose the dresses beforehand, I just needed an opportunity to bring you here! Now, without further ado, the sooner you try them on, the more rest time you'll have."

You gave Gojo one last uncertain look before following the saleswoman. She led you to one of the fitting rooms and asked you to wait there so she could bring you the dresses Gojo had chosen. You looked around the fitting room and noticed that it was larger than a traditional store fitting room, there was even a mini two-seater sofa in the corner.

"Here is the first dress." The woman handed you the dress before closing the door.

Holding the dress in your hand, you felt the softness of the fabric and the delicacy of the details. It was a long, one-shouldered vintage dress with fabric that graduated from dark pink to yellowish green at the edges. It had a lot of irregular embroidery along its length, along with several pink flowers, as if they were bouquets swaying in the wind. It was beautiful.

Gojo certainly had a good sense of fashion.

You took off your uniform and carefully put on the dress, afraid to ruin it. Your eyes traveled to your reflection in the huge mirror in the fitting room. The dress had fit you perfectly, as if it had been made for you.

But it wasn't for you, it was for Gojo's friend.

"You can come out when you're ready." The woman spoke from the other side.

With hands trembling slightly from the sudden, unfamiliar nervousness you were beginning to feel, you opened the dressing room door and stepped out almost in slow motion.

"Wow..." The woman in front of you said with parted lips, "You look magnificent." She held out her hand to you and you reluctantly accepted it. The attendant led you to where Gojo was sitting, now accompanied by Tsumiki and Megumi. "This is the first dress."

"Wow, Kamo-san!" Tsumiki looked in your direction with a twinkle in her eye, "You look like a princess."

"It's no big deal, Tsumiki." You smiled nervously in the girl's direction but then turned your attention to Gojo. "So, what did you think?"

"You're perf–" Gojo quickly stopped talking and scratched his throat, "That's a nice dress, but looking at it now, I don't think it's quite right for... the birthday girl. Could you try on another one?"

"Okay then." You sighed and turned around, ready to go back to the fitting room.

You sighed deeply as you received another dress from the saleswoman, this time a blue one. You felt like you were trying on several dresses of every color imaginable. They all had a different color, a different style. And there was no end to them ⸻ maybe Gojo made you try on every dress available in the store. You didn't know what number the dress you were trying on was, if it was the eighth or the fourteenth, you stopped counting after the fifth one you tried on.

But it was certainly the prettiest dress you tried on.

The dress looked more like a Vivienne Westwood wedding dress, but in a shade of blue.

And strangely enough, that blue reminded you of something you didn't seem to remember at the moment, but it certainly brought back vague memories of something.

When you came out of the fitting room, the woman serving you put her hands to her mouth, which was open in surprise.

"You look like a dream." The woman smiled happily, "You look magnificent, gorgeous, splendid, stunning...oh, I could spend all day praising your beauty in this dress, it looks like it was made just for you, and I'm not just talking about the size."

But again, the dress wasn't for you. It wasn't meant for you, so it couldn't possibly have been made for you.

"I think that was a bit of an exaggeration, but thank you."

"Gojo-san will love this, I'm sure."

"I hope..." You muttered. In fact, you were hoping that this would be the last dress to be tried on. They were all beautiful, but it seemed that none of them were to Gojo's taste ⸻ even though he had chosen all the ones you had tried on. It had been minutes, perhaps hours, since you had been there, and the constant changing of dresses had become tiresome.

You followed the attendant, taking the same route you had been taking for minutes ⸻ but which seemed like an eternity to you ⸻, to show Gojo the dresses.

"This is the last dress of your choice." The attendant said, drawing the attention of Gojo, who was teasing Megumi.

Gojo turned abruptly toward you, and at the same moment, his round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his bluish orbs.

So that was it... The blue of the dress resembled the blue of his eyes.

Obviously the bright, crystal blue of Gojo's eyes couldn't be replicated in a shade of fabric, but in a way they were similar.

"This is the one..." Gojo almost sighed, as if he lacked the words ⸻ or perhaps it was the air he lacked.

"This is definitely the best choice!" The attendant smiled excitedly at Gojo's choice, "We'll pack it up now so you can take it with you."

You returned to the fitting room again, this time relieved that you didn't have to try on any more clothes. You changed back into your uniform and handed the dress to the attendant before heading to the Fushiguro siblings while Gojo paid for his friend's birthday present.

"I think it's time to go home!" Gojo smiled after returning from the cashier with the dress.

Gojo drove all the way to Kyoto to drop you off at home. Megumi and Tsumiki slept in the backseat while the low sound of the radio mixed with their breathing. You had to stop yourself from turning around and looking at this extremely cute scene.

"You know, there's a spare room in my apartment..."

"I'm not moving into your apartment Gojo..." You sighed.

"I know you always refuse my offer, but you can still sleep there for just one night if you want," Gojo looked away from the road for a few seconds, "You could, I don't know, spend a night there, the brats love you, so they'd like it."

"I'll think about it..."

"Really, that would help Megumi's mood a lot." Gojo laughed softly. "Tsumiki is an angel, but it seems that the devil lives in Megumi's body and you're the only one who can tame this devil."

"I've already expressed my opinion on the matter, Gojo."

"Stop teasing and annoying Megumi and blah blah blah," Gojo said in a thin tone of voice, as if he wanted to imitate you, but in a more provocative way.

"Stop being an idiot, Gojo." A small laugh escaped your lips.

"Hey?! Did I just make the serious Kamo-chan laugh?" Gojo smiled provocatively in your direction.

"No." The seriousness returned to your face.

"Oh come on, you should smile more." Gojo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel "Or maybe that's why Megumi likes you so much, you're the same."

You looked seriously in Gojo's direction. Ah, but if looks could kill...

"Come on, that's the first time I've seen you express a genuine laugh in the three years I've known you!"

"Maybe you're just not funny enough to make me laugh."

"WHAT?!" Satoru suddenly braked the car.

"Gojo!" You said in a repressive tone. "You're going to wake up the kids like that, and you've gone crazy braking the car like that?"

"First of all, I almost drove by your apartment, and secondly, how come you don't find me funny?" Gojo turned off the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned toward you.

"I just don't find it funny, there's not much explanation." You shrugged.

"Oh come on, don't be so cruel to me! You just laughed at me."

"I wasn't laughing at you!"

"Are you gaslighting me?"

"Really?" Your eye roll was enough to make Gojo smile sideways, "Look, I'm off, have a good afternoon and don't forget to give the kids some real food." You quickly got out of the car with your small backpack and looked for the key to your building.

"Kamo-chan, wait a minute," Gojo got out of the car and walked in your direction.

"What is it this time, Gojo?"

"You forgot this." He lifted the bag in his right hand, showing the store brand of the dress Gojo had bought as a gift.

"What do you mean?" You looked at him confused. "But isn't that your friend's present?"

"I lied, I don't have any friends having a birthday."

"Why did you lie?"

"I was afraid you would refuse the dress as a thank-you. Look, you've helped me a lot with all this childcare stuff, and I wanted to thank you in some way, and I thought the dress would be a good start."

"Gojo, I have no occasion to wear that dress, and not to mention it's extremely expensive, I didn't need something so expensive."

"I know you'll have a chance to use it, and you should seriously stop worrying about my money."

"It's just that..." You looked at your own reflection in Gojo's glasses and took the bag held out to you. "Thank you. The dress is beautiful."

"Of course the dress is beautiful, I chose it myself!" Gojo smiled smugly. "I think I'd better go, the brats have school tomorrow."

"Uhm, thanks again."

"It was nothing." Gojo smiled before getting back into the car.

Your hand tightened on the handle of the bag as you made your way to your apartment. When you were finally safely inside your apartment, your cheeks began to soak from the tears that kept flowing. This was the first gift you had received in years. It was the first time in years that you felt special. In that moment, you felt like the child you never had the chance to be. Maybe this was the closest you had ever felt to a normal life...

Yeah, perhaps Gojo had an admirable side beneath all that ego.

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yuanology · 9 months

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Ok but your gojo content ,like I’m down bad I need more 👹 MORE!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

i hear you, anon, and i raise to you: gojo satoru who is a miracle.

this much has been established from the very beginning. with his six-eyes and inhumane abilities, satoru has been established to be a god amongst men from a terribly young age. he has always been a miracle, a weapon, an exception in a whole lot of somethings. gojo satoru, six-eyes, the strongest.

( and what a curse it is to bear: the title of the strongest, and the title of the loneliest. )

a miracle.

many people have called him that in the past. the phrase soon catches on and it becomes as common as he hears his name or six eyes or the strongest being tossed around. he's gojo satoru, the strongest, an outlier and a miracle. he doesn't exactly hate it. to him, it just becomes another piece of his identity, something else to define him but never to understand him.

but he likes it best when he hears it from you.

because when you say it, he always has to earn it. you call him a miracle, and your eyes go hazy when you say it, like you can't believe that he's standing there before you. you call him a miracle, and the corners of your lips curl into that soft little smile of yours that bleeds with so much fondness that sometimes, satoru has to double take in fear that he may have misunderstood (he never does; you're always still smiling at him like that and not at someone else, someone more deserving).

and he likes being a miracle, likes being your miracle, so he keeps trying. he struggles, sometimes, because he's not used to having to try, but the sight of your smile — the very idea of your approval — is more than enough to spur him to become better. he's stumbling over himself to make you happy, to provide things for you, to be quiet when he has to be (not that he has to be quiet often. despite what people often say of him, you enjoy hearing him talk — during the right moments. and, in a way, he gets that. he gets you), to be obedient and good (but never perfect because you never expect perfection out of him, only his best and for you, he's always at his best), to be your perfect doll (and is that not just the most perfect thought? to be yours to command and be used as you please. he doesn't have to be gojo satoru, doesn't even have to be satoru. he can just be yours).

he wants your attention, wants your eyes on him, wants you to smile at him with so much pride in your eyes, to touch him with such gentleness and to treat him as if he's good enough for you — as if he's the best thing to have ever happened to you.

as if he's a miracle.

he's rarely ever disobedient in bed. if anything, he's far too focused on your pleasure than he is in himself. he wants to see you fall apart just for him — because of him. he rides you as if there's no tomorrow, begs you to fuck him raw and hard as if he doesn't have a mission the next day, clings to you as if you'll disappear the moment he lets go. satoru likes it when you use him as if he's nothing but a fuck toy, yours to be used and abused. he likes it when you pin his wrists over his head on the surface underneath him, whispering destructive things about how you'll ruin him for anyone else in his ears, as your cock takes him apart until there's nothing left of satoru beyond the part of him that just wants you.

but satoru turns into a babbling fucking mess in your sheets who begs for you to slow down and be gentle with me when you fuck him like the world will extend its time for you. there are tears clouding the skies in the depths of his irises as you thrust into him lazily, dragging out the moment as if you have all the seconds in the world. he begs at you for more and for less all at once, clinging onto you as if he'll break apart if you let go.

( yes, he will. he will fall apart completely unless you stay. it's not fair, the sheer extent of your power over him. how can he live after this — after he knows what it means to truly be a miracle for someone? to be cared for with so much reverence, with so much affection, as if he can be enough if he just tries. if he is just good, even when he isn't perfect. if he's just satoru — your satoru. )

swallowing your cock down his throat, satoru has never felt more like a god than he does when he's on his knees, blinking up at you as he watches you fall apart. your lips part, giving room for the prettiest sounds to escape your throat as you spill all inside his mouth, painting it white. satoru keeps his mouth sealed around your cock, keeping his head in place until you tap the side of his head, beckoning him to pull off.

"fuck, 'toru." your voice is hoarse, a result of your own arousal and the product of how good he has been. you sound breathless, and he preens at the sight. "you were so good, baby."

but it's not the compliment that eventually brings him further down to his knees, his legs feeling weak where they're trembling underneath him. it's the way you're looking at him; as if nothing else in the world matters but the sight of him completely under your mercy right then, as if the whole world can pass you by and you wouldn't notice as long as he stays there with you. like he's a once in a lifetime apparition, as rare as a comet, as beautiful as a supernova. like he's more than just gojo satoru, more than what he can be, more than what he can do.

like he's a goddamn miracle.

like he's your goddamn miracle.

#this ran away from me but #i fucking love gojo satoru #so fuck this #tagging this one too anon because this one is The Good Shit for me #gojo satoru x reader #sub gojo satoru #sub jjk #top male reader #dom reader #male reader #( thirsts. )#( asks. )

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willowser · 7 months

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okay this but more.

the man staying in room 6 is kind of...odd. very handsome, dresses nice, has a great charm about him—but he comes in at terrible hours of the night, a little more ruffled than he left. and there's something so surface level about him; his penchant for standard small talk and his perfectly timed quips, almost like he's recited the same lines a dozen times and practiced them even more.

gojo satoru is the name you find on the registry.

(a series of spontaneous, not-so-thought-about decisions have left you working—and staying—in the far countryside, at an inn on a hill overlooking a meandering river. it's a far drive from town, but the views are nice and the worst guest you have is a high-maintenance woman in room 2, that would never forgive you for serving tea cold.)

(you're up late fixing her a glass of warm milk, in the tiny kitchen of your tiny lodgings, when everything goes awry.)

"got enough for one more?"

you jump at the sound of his voice, hushed and raspy as it is, before spinning from the counter to face him. it's the kind of quiet night that makes the crickets sing and footsteps thunder and you're not so sure how he managed to slip into the kitchen behind you, pull out the chair at the small dining table and plop himself down without rattling the whole inn.

—but he's there regardless. gojo satoru, looking a little worse for wear; hair shiny and down, clothes dark and clinging to his skin, as if they'd been soaking wet not long ago. it hasn't rained in days.

your heart is nearly beating out of your chest, but all you can manage to say is, "you're bleeding."

the smile that brightens his face drops, sending the little droplet of blood down his cheek. there's a small gash marring his perfectly high cheekbones, vibrant and stark against his smooth, pale face.

gojo reaches up a long finger to wipe it away, and when he pulls his hand back to assess the stain on his hands, he frowns.

"yowch," he pouts, and his eyes drop to his chest, as if he's expecting there to be more. "someone has to do something about that gang of cats living outside."

when you snort, it draws his eyes back to you and something silly warms the center of your chest; his wide gaze has always made you feel a bit young, school-age and easily flustered. you're sure he can hear the stutter of your heart and the flip of your stomach.

you gain a little bit of ground when the microwave beeps behind you. "cats, huh?" you ask, though instead of pulling out the mug, you fish a dish towel from the drawer. "that why you need the milk?"

gojo takes it quietly, when you offer it. but instead of dabbing at his face, he only stares at the little flowers patterned on the material, runs his fingers over the thread. it's an old, handmade thing, knit by the wife of the owner to the inn—but it looks small in his large hands, heartfelt in contrast to his expensive suit.

something shifts, as if you've given him more than you have, and when he raises his head to look at you, his wound seems brighter, fuller and painful. his eyes are always so big on his face, but they're—too big now, round and all-seeing, like whatever it is scares him.

"gojo?" you murmur, but his head wrenches hard over his shoulder, looking out into the small lobby, and before you can question him further, he's dashing out of his seat and crushing you into the countertop.

the edge digs into your hip painfully and you cry out against his chest as he hugs you—but the sound is lost under the deafening blow that tears the inn in two.

gojo's body is further rammed into yours, but he's all encompassing; a shield against the explosion at his back; cradling you beneath the ceiling as it comes down on the both of you.

you try to scream but inhale drywall and debris, the fabric of his damp shirt with how tight he's pressed you to him. when he groans, you feel it in your teeth, the sound lost under the incessant ringing in your ears; you think you say his name, but you can't hear.

the explosion has completely shattered your bearings, and you don't realize you've been shoved to the floor until gojo is throwing pieces of the upstairs carpet off his back and hauling you to your feet. he says—something, but you can only blink the dust from your eyes, even as he shakes your shoulders and begins to drag you along the battlefield of the kitchen.

a gaping hole has been blown into the right side of the inn, the night ready and waiting as you come to stand at the precipice. gojo is still talking, shaking you by the arm until something catches his eye: he brings a hand up to your head, lightly touches at your ear before curling a fist. blood is on his fingers—but you can't even be sure if it's his or yours.

"gojo?" you feel yourself ask again, and just the movement of your jaw has a sharp pain shooting to your head. you think you're going to be sick—even moreso when that horrific look pales his face again, has him twisting around to see a ghost you can't.

again, gojo winds his arms around your body tight, before tossing you both off the ruined edge of the inn. the grass rushes up to punch the air out of your lungs as you're flung downhill, barreling straight for the river below as a second explosion blows what remains of your quiet life apart.

#okay i could not help myself #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: gojo

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miekasa · 2 years

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Gojo 100% the type who misses having a baby / toddler at home once his son starts growing into a teen and you can't change my mind 😤

Satoru thought he would be okay. Before having kids of his own, he was basically in charge of a bunch of brats, so he figured he’d be most prepared for that step.

Megumi taught him how to appropriately shop for a middle schooler, what was cool and what wasn’t (a lesson Satoru did not take to heart), how to even talk to kid his age—not quite a baby, not quite an adult. He learned how much maintenance it really takes to have a pet—how much more it is to have two—and that for the first few years, at least, those pets are really yours, and not your kids. Megumi, who sometimes Satoru feels raised him and not the other way around, was honestly, probably the best experience a first time parent could ask for, even if the kid was bit sulkier and serious than most.

Yuuji taught him how even the smallest, most niche things can become a hobby of greater interest for a teenager. One second Satoru was funding four different gym memberships, then it was a $2000 computer and Twitch channel, then it was study abroad cooking lessons. Teenagers have a lot of interests, it’s important to let them explore all of them, even if they don’t all become lifelong passions. It’s also important to push them to try things they don’t think they like, whether that’s sports or vegetables—it’s just cauliflower, Yuuji, it won’t kill you.

Yuuta taught him that those puppy love crushes can be, and to the kids, are very real. It’s okay to tease, but if a kid can ask you for advice about love, it means they can see that you’re loved; that maybe, even if it’s in a different way, they love you, too. He also taught Satoru that, yes even though he’s technically encroaching upon adult age, that he’s still very much reliant on the advice and expertise of adults—that no matter how old kids get, they’ll always need you.

(That brought Satoru a lot of comfort, not that he’d admit it to anybody).

And your kid isn’t even a teenager, not even close at barely seven years old, but that’s when Satoru first started learning from Megumi, and it’s starting to hit a little close to home. His little boy isn’t so little anymore and he wants to scream about it. He doesn’t need extra hugs before he’s dropped off at school, he doesn’t need Satoru’s help playing games, he doesn’t even need help with his laundry.

Satoru all but cries to you. “Maybe he got swapped with a clone. I was never that independent that young. He’s supposed to be my mini me. It’s too soon, somebody must have taken our real baby,” Satoru practically has tears in his eyes, clinging to you in fetal position as you attempt to read your book in bed.

You give up, setting your book down to place a hand on your husband’s head. “Will you relax. Isn’t it a good thing?”

“Absolutely not. I miss when he was small.”

“He’s barely a three and half feet tall.”

“Smaller. Next thing you know, he’ll be taller than me. I can’t take that,” Satoru sighs. You know he’s being dramatic, but you get it; they grow up far too quickly. “I want him to be my baby forever.”

“He is your baby. And you still have a whole lot of babies,” you remind him. “Didn’t Yuuji ask you help him with his car stuff the other day? I think you’re still Megumi and Yuuta’s emergency contact.”

“Those are big babies, I want smaller babies,” Satoru frowns, pressing his cheek against your tummy. You chuckle and run your hands through his hair. A few moments of silence pass, and Satoru brings a hand to rub against your stomach, before quietly posing the question that’s been on his mind for far too long, “What if we had another?”

#anonymous #HHHHHHH IN MY BAG. BIG BAG. BIG TIME BIRKIN SAD ABOUT HIMMMMMMMM #('u know if we have another theyre gonna grow up too satoru?' 'shh dont say that xoxo')#not pictured: satoru pouting because he's not yuuji's emergency contact LMFAO #satoru: see he has a different dad for that!!! im not even his favorite!!! i hate it here!!!!#gojo x reader #satoru.ask #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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congratulations on 1K! for the drabble list can you do C11 with Gojo?

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୨୧ FEATURING; GOJO SATORU x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Age gap(Satoru in his early forties and reader in her early twenties). unprotected intercourse. riding. dirty talk. petnames(baby, pretty girl). slight mention of cervix fucking.

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“Slow, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

But how could you? The way his cock stretched you out so well and hit your spots was so good to the point where it had your toes curling and mind clouded in pleasure, hips moving on their own acord as you grind and bounce on him with the desperate need of release.

There was just something about men his age that caught your eye. Maybe it was their maturity that many men your age could cut a slice from. Or it was their experience in life and also... other areas. But one this is for sure- no man in your life had you acting like this- made you feel like this. Never did the guys you had before fuck you like this or had you acting like you did with him around.

You're his pretty little girl, there's no need for you to lift even a finger. "Let me do this", he would always say, persistent to leave all the hard work to his rough hands, scratches adoring them from his years of work and life.

"Careful now. I'm not as lively as I used to be." You could muster his smug smile even through knitted eyes, heavy breaths leaving you as your thighs grew sore from your eager movements.

Your eyes shot open, those same rough hands firmly hold your thighs in place before he plants his feet on the mattress and thrust up into you in a way that had your mouth hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue wetting his dry lip.

Your hands try to hold onto his shoulders, but the vivid drills of his hips into yours made it difficult. Your state not to mention. Thighs shaking and body tensing up at your impending orgasm. "'m close, Satoru."

He grunts at your high-pitched voice, hips stuttering up into yours as he swallowed all your expressions with his diamond orbs, his hands smashing down your hips in sync to his thrust.

"'f course my pretty girl 's close. Can feel your pussy gushing 'round me." A Low groan followed once his tip brushed your cervix lightly, feeling his release already at the base of his cock. "Guess I still got it in me."

A tingle rushed through your body, indicating that your orgasm will soon hit, just one more move of his hips or another word from his lips and it would be done for. " All those boys can't fuck you the way I do. They got no idea fuck- how to properly please a woman."

He was ranting anything that came to his mind at this point, but you nod nonetheless, your back arching, pushing your chest closer to his face as you come undone under his touch with one strangled moan, body falling limp on top of him.

With a couple more sloppy thrusts the older man reached his limit too, grim on your thighs hardening as his cock pumped out his release, his eyes fluttering closed.

What can you say? You just had a thing for elder men, especially handsome ones like the one you got underneath you now. And he? He would be a fool to knock off a young woman like yourself.

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #lec writes!۵ #jjk smut #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru

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Jujustu Kaisen, Chapter 208 Thoughts

Well, this is a shocker. Though maybe we should have expected that Tengen and Kenjaku knew each other in the old world, because Tengen knew so much about Kenjaku's original name and motivations, Kenjaku's remark that he's lived a thousand years in the world while Tengen has lived outside of it, and the fact they act like bitchy exes towards one another. So anyway here's some thoughts on the Kenjaku and Tengen divorce , and the foiling between them.

1. The Strongest Duo

The place my midn jumped right away was there's a possible comparison in Kenjaku's relationship with Tengen, to the breakdown of Geto and Gojo's friendship. One aspect of their relationship that is often overlooked, is that the both of them have superiority complexes (in fact borderline God Complex's).

I like to reference @causticwit's post when talking about Gojo's god complex and the way he views himself in comparison to normies.

gojou 100% has a god complex and thats why getous downfall hit him harder than anyone else. he saw himself and getou as above everyone else and exempt from ‘regular’ peoples flaws, he never thought either of them could be led astray and when getou finally snaps hes bewildered that something like that could ever happen to either of them. hes not just heartbroken over his best friend becoming an enemy, hes thrown for a loop because getou, the one person he thinks of as just as above everyone else and incapable of failing as he is, could ever do something wrong, could ever be wrong. hes finally put into a position where he has to face the fact that hes just as capable of screwing up as anyone else and he can’t make sense of it. gojous hesitance in killing getou isn’t just a byproduct of their friendship, it’s also him realizing that it could have easily been him on the other side of the conflict, which breaks the illusion of him being better than everyone for a second.

One of the core parts of Gojo and Geto's relationship is because they were special grades at such a young age, they both believe being the strongest makes them above other people. They just start out with radically different ideas about what that means, or what that obligates them too. It's literally in their introduction.

Gojo comes to Utahime's rescue and then immediately mocks her for needing help. Geto then intervenes and scolds Gojo for picking on someone weaker than him, and it seems like he's standing up for her but really he's just looking down on her too by labeling her as weak because Geto just has another brand of superiority complex.

Afterwards, they forget to put the curtain up and get lectured for it. Gojo complains post lecture that they shouldn't even need to put a curtain up to keep the Jujutsu World seperate from normal people. In this argument their difference in opinion is established, Gojo doesn't see any responsibility in being strong, whereas Geto believes that strong people are obligated to protect the weak for noblesse oblige reasons. Whereas, Gojo sees no such obligation to be responsible.

Even if they disagree on what they are responsible for by being above others, they both think they are fundamentally above other people because of their power as Jujutsu Sorcerers. Geto's trouble throughout the entire arc is whether Non-sorcerers are worth protecting in the first place, seeing as Jujutsu Sorcerers have to continually die and young ages at that to protect a population that is oblivious to their suffering. Geto didn't believe in protecting other people out of the goodness of his heart, he believed having more power than other people, being in a superior position obligated him to protecting others.

When we see Geto in Jujutsu Kaisen Zero trying to make an argument for his position, he's dropped all pretense about this and straight up preeches that Jujutsu Sorcerers are inherently superior, humans who can't use jujutsu are lesser, and Geto himself has developed a god complex to rival Gojo's. He's even like, the leader of a religion and dressed up in monks robes it's not subtle.

Whereas, Gojo is now a follower of Geto's teaching, ironically because Geto reached out to him in that moment and stopped the slaughter of hundreds of people who were clapping for Riko's death. Gojo now believes that he should use his powers for a reason, whereas before he believed "applying reasoning and responsibility to jujutsu sorcerers is what weak people do."

All of this to say, since Gojo and Geto is two different flavors of two incredibly strong sorcerers who develop a god/superiority complex that they think puts them above all other people, who then have a falling out over their differences, this makes them a pretty clear parallel to Kenjaku and Tengen.

2. Marvel's The Immortals

To an even more extreme extent, Kenjaku and Tengen have left all of their humanity behind.

They are both two different versions of a 1000+ year old being, who has transcended death. They both have themes of evolution pertaining to their characters.

Tengen is referred to have evolved to the point where the entire world became himself. They're so connected to the world if they didn't control himself and seal himself in a barrier they would erase the boundaries between individuals. They're more cursed spirit than human being as well.

Kenjaku even mocks them for their physical appearance, their four eyed face makes them resemble Sukuna, who was also just a normal sorcerer to begin with and amassed so much power they evolved into an even more terrifying cursed spirit.

Tengen is then therefore someone who has seperated themselves entirely from their humanity and left it behind, they live completely outside of society barriered away from it. They even announced that they cannot read the human heart (though that could be a lie, because apparently they knew each other beforehand back when they were still humans).

Kenjaku also, has removed himself from humanity. Rather than Kenjaku himself evolving he is instead trying to force humanity around him to the next stage so that he can observe it. Tengen is the one who evolves, Kenjaku wants other people to evolve.

They both take an observational role, witnessing humans and sorcerers pass by them for a thousand years. They both cheat death and escape the usual limits of mortality in order to continue their existence. They both also seem far removed from human emotions, when Choso tries to interrogate Kenjaku about a motive for his actions he responds "Lol, why not?"

Considering Kenjaku either doesn't care, or doesn't seem to understand why Choso would be so upset with him for his bad parenting it's safe to say Kenjaku understands the human heart about as well as Tengen does. Relationships are entirely transactional for Kenjaku, he only cares what he can get out of people or what benefit he can reap, so he only understands people so far as how he can use them.

The biggest difference between the two of them however, si that Tengen is someone who has completely removed themselves outside of humanity. Tengen left all of society behind to go meditate on a mountain somewhere. Kenjaku throws himself into the center of conflict, he strikes deals with sorcerers from the various eras in order to bring his plans to being. Tengen is entirely passive and seems to obey fate or even believe fate exists, Kenjaku is entirely active, battles against fate and order in order to try to create chaos and change.

However, they are both essentially still appraoching the world from the same point of view, Tengen manages the barriers, and the order and stability of the world for Jujutsu Sorcerers because they are stronger than everyone else and immortal. The fact that they sacrificed young girls in order to perserve their own lifespan, rather than trying to kill themselves if their evolution was such a threat to the world shows they think they are more worthy of living. Kenjaku also tries to control the world because they believe they are inherently superior and knowledgable, they just try to push the world towards change rather than maintain the world as it was beforehand.

This chapter also plays with the idea of "Living as a human" and "Living as a curse." Choso himself believes that living as a curse was taking the easy way out, because he was scared it would have been harder for him and his brothers to live amongst humans because of possible rejections.

In this sense weakness is openness to vulnerability and exposing yourself to the possibility of pain. They could live as strong curses unafraid of society's rejection, or they could try to live within society but have to cope with the fact that humans and Jujutsu Society would probably not accept them entirely, which is a painful way to live but not completely impossible.

Choso choosing to live as a curse was in a way his attempt to protect them and spare them that pain, even though he himself admits he was treating them like they were weak and couldn't survive people looking down on them.

He also mentions if he had chosen to live as a human to begin with, Yuji would be fighting together with three brothers isntead of being isolated and alone. Which is the inherent benefit of living as a human, you're able to form close relationships with people. Ironically, their superiority complexes is what destroys Gojo and Geto's relationship because they can't emotionally support each other as friends, and is implied to have destroyed Kenjaku and Tengen's too.

Kenjaku tells Yuki to die as a human. Associating "death" with "humanity" implies that by surpassing death, both Kenjaku and Tengen have surpassed humanity itself. However, just like Choso's belief that living as a curse was taking the easy way out because they didn't have to try living with humans and spared themselves the pain, then aren't Kenjaku and Tengen also choosing the easy way? By trying to be curses, or something beyond human rather than human beings, they've completely denied any human vulnerability. They may be strong physically, but they're completely incapable of any kind of connections. They are entirely alone, both see themselves as above people, but their lives are empty and meaningless, Tengen doesn't do anything but watch, Kenjaku does everything he does for incredibly stupid and superfluous reasons. What I'm saying is, they're both losers. That's the takeaway at the end of the day.

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dilf geto

imagining an older geto—with a few greys in his hair and creases by the corner of his eyes—being that one hot single dad in your area. even the mere mention of his name brings a smile to people's face. they say he's the best cook working the grill at a barbecue, or that he's always so helpful and generous when he fixes a lightbulb, repairs a sink, maybe clean a pool. most of the time they go on about his perfect family with his smart, beautiful daughters and their three adopted dogs from the shelter.

everyone knows him and knows about him because this neighbourhood is small and gossip comes with that, people just love talking about him on a daily. it keeps the housewives occupied when they're meeting at the recreation center to watch him and gojo swim laps, and the other dads in town can't help but find him entertaining when they watch him go from making flower arrangements for his home to then chugging down a can of beer at the speed of light when japan tops their group for the world cup. he celebrates with his whole chest out, sculpted and broad, he's red in the face and so drunk yet looking incredible while at it. and it shows just how he's at his very peak, strong and still so hot-blooded even though he's nearing forty.

"don't you have a date tonight?" he asks when you're drying the dishes next to him and you catch his gaze lingering just a little longer over you when you reach up to grab a dishcloth. shirt riding up to reveal your bare torso, shorts hugged tight around the swell of your ass. turning away, he clears his throat before continuing in a strained voice, head hanging low, "a pretty young thing like you shouldn't be spending all her time with an old man like me," he quirks his lips up, chuckling to himself. and it stings because even when he notices you, a man like that wouldn't be impressed, wouldn't waste his time on you; he's too mature, too experienced. and he's smart enough to know that he should be spending time with someone his age, what would he have in common with a girl who was fresh out of college and had been tutoring his daughters every weekend just to get by.

sometimes when you catch him alone, you start to see him in a different light—he's having that little bit of time to himself, afternoons spent listening to his record collection, his back leaning against a window as he tunes out, writing in his journal because he heard it was a good way to decompress—so aware of him and his presence.

just like that time he invited you to the beach with them. nanako and mimiko are old enough to wander off on their own and he tells you the last time he brought them out here, they were still in floaties, drawing patterns on his face with sunscreen then proceeds to pull out a photo on his phone to show you. and here, among grains of sand, salt in the air, and a scorching sun, he is the only thing that makes your skin prickle. sweat beading over your neck at the sight of him lounging on a bamboo mat with one of his legs propped up, spread wide. a red shirt hangs loosely off his body, stark against his skin. there are gaudy leafy patterns all over it but he manages to pull it off.

and geto isn't the kind of man that would care because he's comfortable. secure. long gone are the days where he pierced his own ears and spontaneously got a tattoo of a dragon on his back because he thought it would impress women. but you think he never really needs to try, is the type of guy who's so oblivious to his charm. even now, as people walk by and stare at him, he's too focused on his book; likes to break them in, wear out the spine, so firm when he opens them up until they're folded over, pressing down on the binding with his large palms dwarfing the paperback, his long fingers flipping the pages swiftly. "you admiring the view?" geto pushes his sunglasses up on his forehead, shooting you a smirk and revealing the smile lines etched into his face. you know he's just teasing but you're flustered, can't help but think—yes, and what a view it is.

it starts feeling like pure torture and every night your hand trails over your panties, touching yourself. chasing the thrill, the thought of his body under you. oh those worn hands with veins bulging over his knuckles, his palms so big and so warm caressing over your thighs, gripping on the insides and pressing his fingers there, spreading you open the way he does with the books. with a little force but it would be so easy for him as he fucks up into you, getting all wet and slick. you picture his thick cock delving past your folds, fitting inside you and stretching you out, thrusting and thrusting as deep as he can, all the way to the hilt.

your heart starts pounding, thrumming in your chest and all you can hear is the muffled sound of it in your ears, your moans and cries you can't hide. so desperate to be his 'pretty young thing' to play with, you'd show him just how desirable he is, that none of the boys you ever dated could do to you what he does. no one makes you this hazy, this drunk and lustful and wanting. makes you cream all over your fingers and your vibrator every time you get to this part; what would he be like with a woman, what would he be like with you.

what if he could see you now, would he stand there and watch you as you moan his name, showing him just how good he makes you feel. a part of you might resist him, keeping your sweet tight pussy to yourself. maybe you'd taunt him, "can't keep up old man?", just to watch his resolve crumble, growls into your ear as he just pounds into you, finds a pillow and raises your hips up because he'd know that trick, he'd know so much. and even when time slips into early hours of the morning, he'd never tire, he'd keep going and you'd fall even harder. that he'd let go and allow himself to take what he wants—what you know he craves as much as you do.

#this ask came for my neck #i need to lie down for awhile i can't believe him why does he keep getting away with being so fine #the way he Sits with his legs spread wide open like that....#ask #anon #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #geto suguru #geto suguru hcs #geto x reader #saturated #geto suguru smut #geto suguru fic #geto smut #geto hcs

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taylorswiftbutsimp · 2 years

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August (Part 3)

Summary: Growing up with strict parents and foolish rules was unfair until they set you up for an arranged marriage with an old childhood friend of yours never thought that fate has its silly ways to be tied at the marriage at a young age.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: high school love, unrequited love, little angst, force marriage, fluff, happy ending maybe? Love triangle, toxic gojo, toxic relationship, mental health issues, swearing, mentions of trauma. (alternate universe)

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2

Gojo Satoru x female reader

Love has so many benefits it can hurt you leave you crying every time at midnight.

Y/n often thinks herself How did she go from growing up to breaking down

That kind of radiance she had when she was 17, 17 was so fun for her and rough at the same time how simple life was

She doesn't want this The man she used to appreciate and love was coming back to her again she knows nothing about the outside world.

How stuck she was at home why did her Auntie has to be diagnosed

She has no choice to go home that was her Auntie last wish, she wished for her to go back home and fix things

How can she fix things when she can't even know where to start. she never wants this To happen all she is now is Grey

Grey November since July she doesn't want this to be forever she wants this pain to go away

She had a choice

1. Accept, gojo, and marry him so she can be free

2. Talk to her parents

She knows 2 will never work at this moment, she'll marry Gojo for the sake of her freedom and the company

Marrying gojo can't be that hard right? She just needs to sleep in a separate room and after some time she'll divorce Gojo

She just needs to ignore Satoru and find a hobby to distract herself If anything goes wrong with this she has no one to blame other than herself.

“Fine...I'll marry him, in one condition”

“What is the condition sweetheart?”

“I want the marriage to be private. I don't want any paparazzi or camera flashing in my face I want it to be private..”

“Will try honey, you'll meet him tomorrow morning”

The thoughts of the camera flashed into her and her face in the news doesn't sound good she wants to be private and people can't give her that

At least one time let her choose what she wants it's her marriage after all

Picking an outfit was her one source of happiness, she likes clothes and shopping for a lot of things

But today she had the opportunity to wear her black strap dress perfect for summer she matched it with a sling bag.

Today she's in a good mood

“Im so sorry I hope we are not that late, Mrs. Gojo and Mr. Gojo”

“it's all fine you guys are just in time, ah y/n you changed a lot you got more pretty since the breakup thing did our satoru hurt you that bad-”

“Ahem, mom, forgive me, everyone for being late, I hope my mother here hasn't said foolish things”

Satoru hate this feeling calling he's so-called stepmother, mother.

But he felt happy he saw you again after years of waiting you look so gorgeous in that dress he sure is gonna take you out after this.

He is 100% sure he's gonna take you out for a dinner you look like a work of art at every angle he wants you badly

He wants your affection he wants to have a family with you

But would you give him one

You forgave him a long time ago but the scars he left you are still bleeding.

“Ah Y/n it's been a long time huh”

“...”

“We should give you two some space will be going”

“.....”

“......”

The silence was too loud for both of you no one dared to speak only a clock ticking can be heard.

“Y/n...Look I it's awkward for you and me can we at least talk”

“And?”

“I want us to be fine so this marriage can be talked about”

“I don't care about the marriage im doing it for my father and mother and besides don't you have her to talk with”

“What do you mean by her?”

“Nicole..”

Ah Nicole the girl that gojo cheated on in summer

Gojo was stuck frozen

He cut off ties with Nicole a long time ago hell she's even married now.

Heh women are sure scary when it comes to these topics

He can't blame you, your probably still hurt about the past

ksbsksbks since im kind I'll add more chapters 🥰🥰 stay safe💕

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001

Only Mine Chapter 1.

One of my wattpad stories

Hope you enjoy🌹♥️

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⚠ Warning : Gore, Violince, Grammar mistake, wrong written words, blood, etc

Year: 1087

The wind brush over your skin, you breath the air out and in your lungs, It's cold outside. It's winter, you could see your own breath.

It was like yesterday, your parents told you that you got cursed. From nobody else than the Mother of Ryomen Sukuna, the now king of curses.

His Parents made him like that, his Father Punished him for unnecessary things. He was beautiful when he was young, that's why his own Mother Raped him.

His Mother was so Jealous about your Parents relationship, so she cursed the child.

Now you're here your chin on your knees, looking up in the stars. Letting out your Curse form.

Your eyes whiter as the snow, glowing energy coming out of them as if white strings are transforming Lashes. Red small horns and a Tail with an spade Form in the end.

*crack*

You flichend at the sound Transforming back, why you brought it even up? The curse sight from you is mostly not to hide. It's hard and cost much energy to hold it back, to hold your cursed side. You try it Often, you went even to the Gojo-clan which exercise curses.

It's still hard as a half curse, you don't belong anywhere. The most thing that scare you, is dying. When you die, you'll be fully a curse.

You knew that the clan didn't care about you. They didn't even care to train you, also they were scared. Your almost so Strong as Sukuna Ryomen.

"Wh-Who's there?!" You stuttered out, looking around. Nothing.

A laugh, devilish deep. It was creepy, it scared you. Your senses told you to run for your life. But your Body was froze. A Shadow moved reveling a Tall man.

"So what is such an Angel doing here? Alone?" He grapped your neck, choking you. You tried to pull his Grip away from your throat, he just tighten.

"Pathetic." He let out not loosing the grip away, you felt dizzy and your head felt like it's going to Explode. Your head was red, it tried to fight.

Your control faded away letting your curse form out. Letting the Attacker to let go your throat, he touches his chin looking at your features. He hummed.

"you're quite Interesting. Well, What's your name. Woman?" He made for you a smug smile.

You were coughing, and calmed down your breathing and took control again.

Sukuna's face frown at your Human form. "I don't like your Human form. Change." You shook your head backing away from the Stranger, holding your own throat wondering why you're so weak.

You knew you were weak, but not so, your cursed Form saved your life. But you still didn't accept the other side from you. The Biest how you call it.

When you let it out, you feel like yourself. But the blood Lust, the sadistic thoughts. You don't want to harm anyone.

He walked forward, you were still backing away till you met the big tree behind you.

"You think you can run from me?" He laughed, stepping on your Hand which was laying on the ground. He presses all his power.

It cracked and you screamed, your hand bones were now fragmented. He laughed with pleasure written on his face.

He moved on your Hand earning more screams and crying from you. "Now answer and I might Stop." He smiled, "M-My N-N-am-e-e Is Y-/-/N" Your lungs were sour from screaming and crying, when you talked it hurt like daggers rammend in your lungs everytime you let out a tone.

"Y/n? Last name?" He stopped and letting your Hand go, just to step on the other one doing the Same way.

"I-It's L/-/-/-n!" You sobbed he let go, taking your throat, pulling you closer almost lips on lips. He smiled, then throw you across the woods.

You coughed out blood, and tried to scream, but your lungs have already given up only thing that came out of your throat was the blood.

He didn't even gave you five seconds, he hold your Throat again. Your body was number and heavier than before. You didn't fought.

"I know that Name, isn't it the Family that my mother cursed the Child? Maybe.... You?" You flinched.

"I didn't presented myself, I'm Ryomen Sukuna. Your worst nightmare." Your Hand lost his Arm, and fell on your hips. Then it hits you. You have A knife. You pulled it out Stabbing his neck. It hurted like hell, but you can't die. Not yet.

He let's you go, holding his wound. He cursed as he saw you humping away, he smirked then, "I'll see you soon, my Dearest Angel." He laughed sadistic.

You ran, still humping back to your Village. A blood trail behind you, you can't even think straight, the only thing in your head is.

Survive, Family and The Strange man.

You Finally managed to get to the door, not knocking, your hands are still Fragmented. You Vision blurry and the pain to entensive.

You knocked your head in the door, the door Opens and you fell infront of them.

Your body Shaken of the cold, and from the pain you could feel. It's too much, when you don't die from the blood lost, then maybe from your Shock.

Your Mother screamed at your body and called instand your Father, he rushed down to you and your Mother.

Your younger sister and Brother also. Your Mother rushed to them bringing them Back to bed.

Your Father brought you to your bed, fixing your wounds. Healing your both hands, not completely since He's not good in reversed Technique.

"My Child, What happened to you?!" His Voice was Shaken and your breath was heavy and short, he caress your hand, the pain crosses over your body. But you calmed down when you realize that it was your own Father who was holding it.

You looked tired, you hoped that this was just a nightmare. And yoh would wake up anymoment.

"you don't need to answer. I'm staying here, you can rest and sleep." his Voice was soft what made you slightly smile, and you could Finally sleep.

Deep.

<{~}>

It was cold, you opened your eyes meeting the white curtains. They were flying in the wind.

Your Brother slept next to you, and your father slept on your lap. You smiled, then all at once slapping you right in the face.

All what happened, Banadges around your neck and Hands. That must meant that it wasn't a dream.

Your body begun to tremble your eyes full of fear to see him again. This Ryomen Sukuna, You hated the Idea to step out of this house again. But you must.

You need to return to the Gojo clan, since it was your job and you're cursed. Other wise they'd kill all your beloved ones and you two. And you'll become a curse.

But you Almost die yesterday, his face Almost Shooting constantly in your face made you scream. The scream wasn't loud, the damaged he had payed to your body was Incredible. You Breathed in and out to calm down and it didn't helped.

Your Brother woke up, hugging you tight. You hugged him back didn't let him go, your Father also woke up, and do the same.

They both calmed you down, they stood up and walked out waving a goodbye. You hold tight on your Blanket, like it was a Shield that protected you from everything and anything.

You couldn't even close your eyes without getting memories about the night.

Your Body was Shaking and tears Falling on the Blanket and Sheet.

Your Mother brought food up in the room, seeing your state, she rushed over to you and comfort you.

"you don't need to tell me, but I'm Always here. Even If someone die, they're here." She pointed at your heart, where Bandages where, you knew she wanted to make you happy. And it did kind of. But she didn't had any clue what really Happened in these woods.

You met something that you shouldn't met. Today is also the day that you're going back to the Gojo-clan. You knew that they don't care, they don't care if you and your Family die. You're cursed and that's all.

You stood up, not humping anymore. Your balance was a little less than before, you got used to it. You dressed in a new suit, that was made to kill curses. Your body Shivers at the thought of him. Maybe you Should ask your Mother.

Who's Ryomen Sukuna?

Your Father don't want that you go. He thought a Simply curse attacked you, and you're Mentally unstable now. He wasn't wrong with all, he was right you're Mentally unstable. But you didn't met with a simply curse, you got attacked by something much dangerouslier.

You walked down with your Uniform, your body still tremble. What if you see him again? What will he do.

Even the thought made your breath heavier and uncontrollable. "M-Moth-er who's R-Ryo-men Suk-kuna?" Tears overwhelmed your sight and you felt again dizzy.

Your Parents Stopped, anger building up. They felt also guilty that this happened to you. So they answered as if it was an excuse.

"He's the king of curses, We think you know what the king of curses is. He's a Demon or Satan hisself. He'll brake you in his joy, tell me sweetheart, why do you need that info for?" Your Mother asked worried and your Father looked deep in your eyes, to see if you lie.

You wanted to tell the truth, you felt like you're going to collapse. "The one I was m-meeti-ng was g-him." You let your fork fall down and Support your head. Your sight was blurry, your Father gasped. He's speechless as your Mother brought a glass and Pours the water on your face. She brought new Water and force's you to drink it.

Your nerves calmed down and you broke the wall around you, you broke in your Mother's arms crying. She supported you and caress your back. You just cried. And then collapsed in your Mother's Arm's, still sobbing.

<{~}>

You woke up not in your room, it was the room in the Gojo-clan. So they came and brought you here. You was slightly happy that you're here now, and don't must go by yourself.

*creak*

You looked over to the door and A young man maybe in your age standing there, brown eyes and silver hair. He lay medicine beside you.

"We heard what Happened, we checked on you. Your Father did a good job, but he Forgot your ribs. Your ribs crushed a bit your lungs, that's why you couldn't speek. And if course you were in a Shock. We gave you medicine, since you're cursed they are strong." He smiled softly, your face was still cold and traumatized. You nod, he left with an Awkward laugh.

You looked at your own reflection in the window besides you. You looked horrible, you should take a Shower.

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