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🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: angst, subtle mentions of death

an: sooo I haven’t written anything in a long while＼(￣▽￣)／ﾔｯﾀｰ! because fuck uni; consider this as a debut long piece on this blog. hope you liked it! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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"Sensei, can I ask you something?”

Ears perked up upon hearing Itadori’s question, the sorcerer signals his student to go ahead. Having exchanged hushed whispers amongst his other two classmates, Sukuna’s vessel finally musters the courage to speak up. The tension reeking in the atmosphere alone is intense, heavy enough for Gojo to feel the weight of it upon his shoulders. 

“What is it, Yuuji-kun?”

“Have ... have you failed to save someone in the past?” 

With that, the white-haired male falls silent. Sunglasses dropped and mouth agape, he fails to answer his student’s question. Perhaps it is the oddity of the unexpected question itself which takes Gojo off guard, or the fact that the usual happy-go-lucky pink-haired teen comes up with such a heavy topic to talk about out of the blue. 

Yet neither of which is the root cause resulting in the sorcerer’s sudden loss of words. Little did Itadori and his classmates know, what sounds like a seemingly harmless inquiry about their teacher’s past soundlessly reopens a cicatrix deep within his heart, rekindling memories of his suppressed past that he wishes could be left behind. 

“Sensei? Are you okay?” 

The seconds tick by, but Gojo only responds with silence. 

Gaze boring deep into the ground and away from his beloved students, the sparkle in his cerulean eyes dwindling into a transient, dull flicker. Time heals all wounds, yet it is soon proven ineffective for him as the male reluctantly takes a trip down the dreaded memory lane, plunging headfirst into what Gojo deems the epitome of hell — his past, once more. 

Predestined to become a sorcerer since birth, the white-haired man already anticipated the multitude of obstacles he would face in time: instances when he teetered on a tightrope between life and death were of common knowledge, which he didn’t have a problem dealing with — being the strongest and all that. 

Yet the one thing Gojo despised the most throughout his arduous journey of becoming a sorcerer was the obligation to make decisions (while achieving the goal of pleasing the higher-ups) that even he grew tired of doing so. The jujutsu world was sickening to say the least. Ironically, being a prominent member of it all — while inheriting the title as the next heir of the Gojo clan at the same time, his life was inseparable from its overwhelming toxicity. All those useless elders who were all bark and no bite together with their old-fashioned beliefs made the young man utterly revolted to the core. And if he were given the chance to leave everything behind, Gojo would’ve had done so without hesitation. 

Trapped in this pernicious world where even breathing felt lethal, the optimism towards humanity’s salvation which once burned bright in the sorcerer’s heart like ardent flames had now receded into dying embers. The world was beyond his capability to be saved; in fact, those who were ready to be rescued constitutes a mere couple. 

Was everything I did really what the world needed right now? 

Would the choices I make be another regret of mine later in life? 

What is the point of surviving in a world like this? 

Wouldn’t death be of any difference?

Eventually, Gojo fails to seek for his resolve, no longer holding onto a reason why he should continue treading down the path of being a sorcerer. If the elders are that obstinate about changing the world is it currently is, then why should he? If all is doomed to perish in curses, would his forlorn efforts even make a difference to humanity’s inevitable demise? He doesn’t know about it anymore, nor does he care. Even with his six eyes, the future ahead becomes unprecedented; and bit by bit, Gojo finds himself sinking into a bottomless abyss. Dragged down by inexplicable displeasure towards the world revolving around him, his spirit is on the verge of extinction, sanity hanging precariously by a thread. 

Sinking, he slowly embraces the darkness in his awaiting path.

Except that you are there to guide him out of the mist just as he is about to lose sight of his true self. 

Akin to a lighthouse illumining the infinite murkiness corrupting his heart, you lead him back into the light. What feels like doom and gloom suffocating his entirety suddenly dissipates into thin air the instant you wander into his life by coincidence. 

The memory of meeting you for the first time resurfaces in Gojo’s mind every now and then, as if all of which happened yesterday. Upon returning from an easy mission, the sorcerer mindlessly meandered through a labyrinth of streets and alleyways; night drew into Shinjuku, and the remnants of copper hues from the horizon were gradually replaced by a myriad of neon colours. Eyes averted onto scintillating lights in the distance, Gojo found his gaze lost in an opaque blur. 

Was this how the world was supposed to look like in the first place? Why was it within this decaying world that people still managed to smile? Weren’t they afraid of dying —

Just then, a young woman caught the sorcerer’s stare. The first thing he noticed was her outfit; sorcerers were rare even in the modern era, not to mention meeting one by chance on the streets could be considered a once-in-a-blue-moon phenomenon. For Gojo to coincidentally cross paths with another one of his kind, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, what surprised him the most was her words to him the second she sauntered past. 

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” 

Despite how most people around him thought of his behaviours as being melodramatic, Gojo Satoru wasn’t a particularly expressive individual. With the weight of the world weighing upon his shoulders, he mastered the ability to mask his emotions — regardless of the overwhelming urge for him to let it all out. With time, the male forced himself to numb away his feelings. Nobody had ever been able to read him like an open book, so why could you? 

“How —“

“I can see it in your eyes.” Breathing out a heavy sigh, you rested a hand on his arm. As your fingers conjured patterns on his skin, an unexplainable seep of warmth flooded through his veins; unveiling his walls, you soon perceived what seemed like his inner core: decaying into nothingness, almost lifeless, the vermilion walls which were once of a bright crimson fading into maroon —almost ashen. It was no wonder why the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth looked so dead on the inside. 

He was indeed dying, and you were determined to save him no matter the cost. 

“I know how you feel, trust me. I’ve gone through that same phase where I’m so fed up with my job as a sorcerer ... it feels like no matter what I do, it would be of no avail. It’s vexing, not to mention a huge pain in the ass. But I just grit my teeth and move on. The reason I’m still a sorcerer now is simple: to live for another day, where I could see the sunset.” 

“Huh?” 

“W-what I mean is, instead of worrying about a future that is out of your control, why don’t you focus on the present? That way, you might find a little motivation to make it through every day.” Albeit confused as to why you would go out of your way to help a stranger like him, a smile made its way to replace the apparent crease on Gojo’s face. 

“Thank you ...?” 

“y/n, y/n l/n — Grade 1 sorcerer. Nice to meet you, Gojo Satoru.” 

“The pleasure is mine.”

Gratefully, he expressed his gratitude — to which you responded with a smile. It wasn’t simply a grin, it was one that would warm the cockles of his heart. Of all the people he met, most masked their ugly intentions beneath the disguise of feigned kindness; people disgusted him, but your simper was genuine. For once, he felt peace within his heart. And just like you said, he would try to hold onto something tangible — a minuscule drive that would help him go through what felt like a torturous infinity. 

You. 

Had you not reached out to him, Gojo would’ve had gone astray from his primary goal; had you not broken down the walls he’d built, he wouldn’t make it through to another day; had you not crossed paths with him, the sorcerer wouldn’t know what to do with the rest of his life in a world he oh so despised. Your presence reminded him that he was never alone to start with, that no matter how tired, helpless or dire whatever situation he might be in, there would always be someone he could rely on. 

At least for now, the male would continue his battle. 

For the sake of humanity, and to see you for one more day. 

“Anyway, do you have any plans for the day?”

“I’m going to watch the sunset. Want to come?” 

“Why not?” 

Yet not every fairy tale began with once upon a time, and not every anecdote would come to a perfect close with happy-ever-afters. 

By the time Gojo rushed to the location which you’d last sent him for backup, you were already lying in a pool of blood, the curse you were supposed to exorcise being out of plain sight. His heart sank in utter despair; and unable to hold back surging waves of emotions, tears started to fall down the sides of the sorcerer’s cheeks as he rushed to you as fast as his legs could carry him. 

“y/n ... y/n! Stay with me ... I’ll call Shoko to come over in a sec.” Feeling desperate nudges on your shoulder and tears falling onto your ashen cheeks, your eyelashes fluttered with a hearty effort, earning a relief sigh from Gojo. 

“Thank goodness ... fuck, I was so scared for a moment ya know? Just stay awake, okay? I promise everything would be alright —“

“Satoru ... I’m glad you’re here ...” 

The sight alone made his heart wrench. Like a wilting flower, your life was slipping away soundlessly in his palms, and there was nothing he could do other than holding you in close proximity. The faltering palpitation of your pulse, the shallow breaths that dwindled to a trickle, the expanse of grey fading into carmine as you laid motionless on the icy concrete, your hollow gaze meeting his harrowing ones as tears were spilled endlessly. 

Gojo berated himself immensely, for not rushing to your aid as soon as possible — especially when the tragedy could’ve had been avoided, for being incapable of saving you from death’s door — unlike how you had rescued him back then, and for everything he owed you. Even as you flashed a faint grin at the distressed sorcerer, reminding him not to take the blame on his own, there was no way the male would forgive himself for something like this. 

Even if he had all the power in the world, what would be the meaning of all this  — when he couldn’t even save the one person he cared about the most?

"y/n ... I’m so sorry ...” A tinge of rawness laced with belated regret etched the back of Gojo’s throat whilst he croaked out his apology. 

“It’s never your fault, dummy ...” Reaching out your trembling hands, you weakly poke him on the cheek. Hearing this only made the sorcerer weep even harder, his grip on you tightening. His uniform was ensanguined with your blood, yet Gojo couldn’t care less about that at this moment. 

At this point, his only wish was to hold you in his arms for one more time. 

“Satoru ...”

“Yes?” The sorcerer sniffled through tears. 

“I want you to watch the sunset ... promise?” 

“It ... it would never be the same without you! No ... no way would I —“ He was about to protest when you shakily placed a finger to his lips. 

“Pl ... please.” 

Silence canopied the two of you like a blanket. 

“Wherever you are, I would always be there ... watching the sunset with you. Jus’ promise me ... this one last thing, ‘kay?” 

And with a heavy heart, Gojo nodded begrudgingly. 

“Live on ... and I love you, dummy.”

Smiling at him for the last time, you exhaled your last breath of air, passing away peacefully in the male’s trembling arms. Dazzling rays of the setting sun shone across the skyline, emanating its balmy radiance. Yet the sorcerer didn’t feel the same warmth from the sun as before. To him, its rays reached him, but they ceased to save Gojo from the tenebrosity of his heart. Your passing felt like a mighty rip from a page in his life; and without you, he was this close to giving up. 

Gojo Satoru was alive and breathing, yet this was the day when his heart died. 

Along with you. 

“Sensei, are—are you alright?” Concerned inquiries from his students snap the white-haired sorcerer back into reality. Adjusting his sunglasses and choking back a sob, he manages to give Itadori his long-awaited response. 

“... of course I have.” Gojo’s voice lowers to what feels like a hoarse, pained whisper. “Even the strongest sorcerer cannot save anyone. There is no way time can be rewound ... but all we can do is to live, for the sake of those who love and care immensely for us. Remember that, kids.” 

With that, he leaves the room, leaving the three first-years utterly speechless as they start to discuss how this is a brand new face of Gojo in which they have never discovered in the past — only curious as to why he is showing this side of himself now. 

As the saying goes — the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Yet for Gojo Satoru, the path to him becoming the strongest sorcerer of all time started with the agony of goodbye.

— now playing ➪ JJK remix —

GOJO Satoru

It started with goodbye

FUSHIGURO Megumi

why play pretend (when our love is real)

FAKE TEXTS

thirst lyric prank; megumi | itadori | gojo

pairing: fushiguro megumi x reader

genre: fake dating, friends to lovers, humour, fluff, when a pretentious relationship becomes the real deal

an: fake dating with megumi? sexy ;)

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how it all began:

“Megumi, I — I know this might be too much of a favour to ask from you ... but could you please be my boyfriend for a month?”

The instant you blurt out your request, he almost chokes on lukewarm cup of tea in his hands. Blinking for a few seconds, the raven attempts to gather his thoughts, pondering whether this is just another one of Itadori’s and Nobara’s antics to get him riled up. Yet discerning the pleading, serious glint in your eyes, he is positive that you aren’t just planning to mess around with him.

“... why? Pretty sure you have other people you could ask for help —“

“Please! I can’t think of anyone else but you to help me with this ...”

Having said that, you fall silent. As much as Megumi tries to keep himself out of unnecessary trouble, he just couldn’t muster the words to turn you down. Perhaps it is the inkling of curiosity that get the better of him, making the raven wonder what got you into this predicament. Nevertheless, he isn’t the type to poke his nose into other’s business; and as long as you aren’t ready to tell him the reason for doing so, he wouldn’t press on about it.

After all, everything is an act and it is just going to last for a month. Nothing could go wrong. Right?

dating megumi would be:

poor boy is clueless with anything related to love so he has ABSOLUTELY no idea what to do. Tries to avoid going to gojo for advice as much as he can but he eventually gives up LMAOOO

megumi isn’t a particularly expressive person and doesn’t show lots of physical contact with you in public, which makes it hard to convince itadori and the others about your “relationship” with the raven (because none of the would expect him to be the first one to find a partner)

literally freezes every time you initiate any form of contact with him, even if it’s just accidentally brushing against his hands. the first time you unintentionally fall asleep on his shoulder, thinking that it’s nothing more than normal things couples do, megumi feels like he’s about to pass out someone save him I swear

even if he knows all of this isn’t real, he still does his best to be a good boyfriend and plays his role well, gradually opening up to you bit by bit (not like he hasn’t done it before, he just becomes a lot more comfortable around you without knowing after all of this started)

probably everyone already mentions this but he would definitely summon his demon dogs for you to play with

the most he’s going to do for PDA would probably be linking your pinky with his or holding hands. moments when he would show his vulnerable side to you would only be reserved behind closed doors

late night talks become a lot more common as the two of you lie on his bed, discussing about anything both of you could think of

both of you would share a closer bond, now that you and him are in a fake relationship; the two of you would always be there for one another, lending a shoulder for each other to cry on in the dead of the night when the tipping point is reached

unknowingly smiles a little more just for you

growing up without the comfort and warmth of a complete family, megumi learns to conceal his emotions for the sake of protecting his older sister and those around. he is often the one saving others, yet at times — the raven just want someone to hold him in their arms, reminding him that everything would be alright (with the person being nobody other than you ;))

becomes a little more bold with compliments because the inkling of mischief inside megumi likes to see you utterly flustered as he praises you for no reason

he doesn’t get jealous easily. you and him are simply just faking the relationship, why would he waste his time thinking about how this one guy leans a little too close towards you to his liking, or how you and your other male friends flirt with one another for fun? even so, his heart would sink a little every time he sees you spending time with others but not him

tries to brush aside the emotions and deny that he has feelings for you, but they grow stronger with time, eventually getting the better of him. slowly, it starts to affect his daily performance; even the others around him notice how the raven has been acting queer lately

megumi’s mind would wander off to think about you every now and then, his overthinking tendencies kicking in as he wonders if the thought of being in an actual relationship with him has ever crossed your mind

how it ended:

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, much to his displeasure. He should’ve been relieved that all of this is over, that he finally doesn’t need to keep up with the act or wear a facade in front of anyone anymore. Everything is over, and life would move on. Yet what is this sinking feeling in his chest? What is with the lingering melancholy at the back of his head?

“Megumi, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done in the past month. Thank you so much for helping me through this. I know it’s weird for me to say so, but I hope you don’t mind both of us being friends again —“

“I don’t think I can do that, y/n.”

The chaste response takes you off guard, with the raven slowly approaching you, backing you up into a corner. In close proximity, you are basked in an endless sea of midnight blue; with his fluttering eyelashes tickling your cheeks as he leans forward — being merely inches away from you, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Wha — what do you mean?”

“Over the past month, I’ve found myself falling hopelessly for you. At first I thought the feelings arise because you and I were in a fake relationship; but then I realise that all the sparks of emotions that have been rekindled whenever we are together are raw — are real. I fall in love with who you are: your talents, your personality, you. If that’s the case, why play pretend ... when our love is real?”

Time pauses for an instant the moment he voices out his confession. Eyes widened and jaw dropped, you think your ears have been deceiving you.

This couldn’t be happening —

“y/n, would you date me — only that our relationship is real this time?”

In spite of the shock, you slowly regain composure; flashing a genuine smile at the pair of earnest, mesmerising eyes, you don’t even need to think twice to tell Megumi your answer.

“I’d love to,” Throwing yourself into his chest, you snuggle your face into your newfound partner’s neck as both of you relish your first embrace as official lovers. “lover boy.”