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His head was so quiet. 

Your head was so loud. 

That voice didn’t belong to you, nor did it belong to the pink-haired boy who stares at you with widened, scared eyes. His hands shake as they reach out for you, but there’s something that stops him from closing the distance.  

You blink, eyes heavy as something inside of your chest twists — almost painfully so. You lift a hand to the front of your shirt, bunching up the fabric and glancing up at Yuuji. He still looks downright horrified, but you can’t seem to figure out why. 

And suddenly … everything in your head was silent.  

In front of you stretched an endless void, the light diminishing completely before you could even process that it was there. You open your mouth to speak, or to yell for help, but nothing but a pathetic garble falls from your parted lips. 

“Hmm, didn’t think I would enjoy a brat’s body quite as much as I do this one.”  

It’s your voice, but at the same time, it isn’t. 

Yuuji’s heart drops to his stomach, widened eyes burning with tears. Now he knew why you sounded so different.  

Those dark black marks. 

Those rings around your wrists. 

That sadistic glint to your usually softened eyes.  

No. 

Yuuji stares silently, his heart now in his throat as he stares at you … or rather … your body.  

Your eyes flicker up to meet his own, and he can see the last traces of you being promptly snuffed out like a candle left out for too long.  

“Let her go.” 

A deep chuckle that feels so unlike you tumbles from your parted lips. Your head tilts back, eyes glaring down your nose at Yuuji.  

Yuuji swallows the growing lump in his throat, clenching his hands into white-knuckled fists.  

Shit. 

Do you guys wanna see this continued? I half-assed this in class LMAO.  

now playing - jujutsu kaisen

" being a child is not a sin. " " the most twisted curse of all is love. "

featuring -> satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, hiromi higuruma, ino takuma, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkostu, toge inumaki

key : * = angst ~ = smut ^ = fluff

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entry 001 : who is (y/n)? ft. kento nanami * entry 002 : a quiet night in ft. kento nanami ^ entry 003 : voices ft. suguru geto ^* entry 004 : baked goods ft. suguru geto ^ entry 005 : girls night out ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, choso kamo ^~ entry 006 : recharge ft. kento nanami ^ entry 007 : fix you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 008 : soft dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 009 : everyone but you ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 010 : cold, dead heart ft. ryomen sukuna ^* entry 011 : cat-like ft. choso kamo ^ entry 012 : opposites ft. yuuji itadori ^ entry 013 : starry night ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^* entry 014 : betting on you ft. satoru gojo * entry 015 : pink-haired matchmaker ft. kento nanami ^ entry 016 : firsts ft. kento nanami ^~ entry 017 : private, not secret ft. kento nanami ^ entry 018 : looking after you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 019 : jealousy ... insecurity ft. yuuta okkotsu ^* entry 020 : part of you ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 021 : aggressive dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 022 : why you? ft. suguru geto ^ entry 023 : everything was perfect ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 024 : deserved ft. hiromi higuruma ~ entry 025 : my love, mine all mine ft. multi ^ entry 026 : never alone ft. suguru geto ^* entry 027 : designated seat ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 028 : not her ft. yuuji itadori * entry 029 : shoulders ft. suguru geto ^* entry 030 : to you ft. toji fushiguro ^ entry 031 : softened edge ft. ryomen sukuna ^ entry 032 : not her (2) ft. yuuji itadori * entry 033 : mirrored image ft. suguru geto * entry 034 : drunkenly yours ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 035 : not yet ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 036 : across the universe ft. multi ^ entry 037 : what might've been ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, ieri shoko ^* entry 038 : a welcome distraction ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^

Hey hi hemlo

Love your writing style so much, that asshole Gojo fic made my heart squeeze like you wouldn't believe

Can I make a request?

A foreign Jujutsu Tech teacher/sorcerer struggling to do paperwork in Japanese. Satoru and/or Suguru try to help, but end up a distraction instead lol

A Welcome Distraction

Sypnosis - Working is already grueling enough, made worse only by the human-sized distractions that are ... the loves of your life.

Warning(s) - None, this is really just pure fluff.

A/N - This really just spiraled into Gojo being an absolute distraction, but I hope y'all enjoy nonetheless!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

"There she is!" 

"Satoru … restrain yourself, even if it's just for a second." 

With a smile already curling the corners of your mouth upward, you turn your head to your classroom door – which had been swung open by Gojo, a wide smile already plastered onto his face. Not too far behind him was Geto, whose apologetic eyes flicker to you and whose lips quirk upward in an equally as apologetic smile.  

You say nothing as Gojo enters your classroom, beelining to where you sit behind your desk and wrapping his arms around you. His chin lowers to rest against the top of your head, a content hum rumbling in his throat when you lean back in his arms.  

“Hello sweet girl,” Gojo says with a wide smile, tilting his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You hum, then turning your head to watch Geto as he approaches. 

“Hi. What brings you both around here?” you inquire with a tilt of your head, turning in your seat to get a better look at Gojo. He peers over your shoulder, glancing at the unfinished paperwork that you had been tending to for the better part of two hours.  

Geto leans down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and sneaking a glance at your paperwork. “Hi honey, we just wanted to check in on you.”  

You smile, accepting the kiss that Gojo leans in to steal from you, his hands holding either side of your face as his lips curl into a boyish grin against your own.  

Geto rolls his eyes, reaching out to grip the collar of Gojo’s shirt and lightly prying him away from you; though he couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest at both of his lovers doting on one another.  

“That’s sweet of you both, but don’t you have physical training with your students today?” you tilt your head, remembering how Gojo was supposed to tend to the first-years and Geto the second-years.  

At the mention of fulfilling his teacher duties, Gojo groans childishly, hanging his head so that his forehead hits against your shoulder. His back arches uncomfortably, but his discomfort is lessened by the sound of your sweet laugh.  

“I let them have a small break, I couldn’t let Satoru run rampant,” Geto replies teasingly, grinning down at you. You set down the pen in your hand, lifting a hand to Gojo’s hair and scratching at his scalp — which he doesn’t hesitate to purr at.  

“Not true!” Gojo murmurs against your shoulder, removing his head from your shirt and turning to glance at Geto with a dramatic pout, bottom lip jutted out like a child who had been denied a snack before dinner.  

"It's entirely true love," you nod in agreement, chuckling breathily to yourself. Gojo huffs, this time completely disconnecting from you and taking a step away from your desk. He crosses his arms over his chest, still pouting.  

"You're both just so mean to me, and for no reason," he complains loudly, borderline stomping his foot against the ground as his gaze flickers between you and Geto. You turn to your raven-haired lover, both of you sharing a knowing smile just as Gojo grows annoyed with being ignored.  

Geto once again sneaks a glance at the paperwork scattered about your desk; ranging from mission logs given to you by Ijichi to student papers that you had procrastinated grading. His eyebrows furrow at the notes that you had scrawled into the paper's margins, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. 

"It's not being mean 'toru," you try to reason with your childish lover, but he merely presses his palms against his ears and hums obnoxiously. You sigh in exasperation, rubbing your temples before turning to Geto – your only saving Grace.  

Geto chuckles, catching Gojo as he dramatically falls into the former's arms, head knocking against Geto's broad shoulder.  

"Come now, you know she didn't mean it that way," Geto says, voice shaking as he struggles to hold back the chuckle that rises in his throat. "There isn't any reason for you to be this dramatic." 

It's your turn to chuckle now, the noise making both men smile lovingly at you. You half lean over your desk, arms covering your now abandoned paperwork as you turn your attention to both Gojo and Geto. 

"He's right, I don't mind that you both came to visit me," you say truthfully, lips still curled upward in that smile that your lovers could spend hours admiring. "I appreciate it actually." 

Gojo immediately disconnects himself from Geto's arms, beelining for you once again and wrapping you up in a bone-crushing embrace. You laugh heartily in his arms, squealing as he effortlessly lifts you from where you sit behind your desk.  

"'toru! I have work to do!" Your plea to return to working goes completely ignored by the snowy-haired man, who only tightens his grip around you and proceeds to spin you around. Geto joins in on the laughter, his chest warm and his eyes crinkled in a loving smile.  

Even with your complaining, and even with your pleading, you truly do love the distractions provided by not just one … but both of the loves of your life. 

JJK- Hiromi x bratty! intelligent! reader with a smart mouth and a lack of self preservation. Hiromi’s a patient man but there’s only so many bratty comments he can take before he’s bending her over his knee and putting her in her place. maybe soft sex and praise after.

i headcanon him as a man who wears rings, take from that what you will. 😉

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - None, this is just smut.

A/N - First time writing for Higuruma! I actually continued reading the JJK manga specifically for him, and honestly, I'd like to write for him more.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Slap! 

"What? You really thought that I'd let you get away with makin' snide little comments like that?" Hiromi's voice is a gentle brush against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your lobe and tugging down on it just hard enough to make you moan out in both pain and pleasure.  

He smooths his hand over the curve of your ass, the cool metal of the rings he wore soothing the light burn that his repeated slaps had left behind. His lips turn upward in a smirk, half-lidded eyes flickering to meet your own as your back arches into him, tiny whines falling from your parted lips.  

"What? Was someone jealous?" Your tone is teasing as you tilt your head in Hiromi's direction, smirking at him as his hand stills against your skin, a shiver running up your spine at the borderline predatory look that glazes over his eyes.  

Roughly, Hiromi turns your body around, hands squeezing firmly at the skin of your hips as your chest presses flush against his own. His lips ghost over your own, quirking up in a shit-eating smirk as your mouth chases his. A whine leaves your parted lips as he leans back from you, denying you of the one thing that you were so desperately craving – him.  

"C'mon Hiromi," you breathe out, voice a tiny bit whiny in that way that he loved. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your face as he brings himself just a touch closer to you, the tips of your noses brushing against one another.  

"Awe, now we're begging? What happened to that snappy little attitude you had before? Tell me where that went," Hiromi teases with a raise of his eyebrow, eyes flickering down to your lips before they return to your half-lidded gaze.  

You remain silent, your arms wound around his neck. In an attempt to break him, you trace your fingernails along his nape, smirking at the shiver that it sends up his spine. He sighs, and you know that you've successfully broken him – he couldn't hold himself back from you for too long anyway. If anything, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him...if not more.  

"Thought you liked my little attitude," you grin, tilting your head and moaning quietly into Hiromi's mouth as his lips crash onto yours, unable to hold himself back any longer. One of his hands lifts to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.  

His teeth playfully nip at your bottom lip, smirking down at you as you pull back from him. Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze glazed over with lust as Hiromi’s hands begin to roam your body again — one hand resting on your ass while the other hikes up your thigh to wrap your leg over his waist.  

His head dips down, lips just barely grazing the skin of your neck. His teeth drag over your pulse points, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as your back arches, chest pressing impossibly further into his own.  

“You’ll be the death of me, y’know that?” Hiromi murmurs against you, his hands roaming lower until his palms roughly grope at your ass. A shocked moan falls from your parted lips, eyes momentarily falling shut as you press yourself further into Hiromi.  

One of his hands begins to shift, fingers running over your soaked panties and smirking at the slickness that seeps through the lace. “Well isn’t that something?” 

You sigh, head falling forward so that your forehead grazes the expensive fabric of Hiromi’s suit, desperately whining. Your hips shift, searching for friction against his fingers — friction that he doesn’t grant you.  

“Hiromi please,” you rut your hips against nothing, Hiromi’s fingers had already moved from where they were teasing you. “Fuck.” 

Hiromi smirks, his hands gripping at your hips and steering you to the seat in his office. You gasp, the backs of your legs hitting against the leather seat before you’re sitting down, staring up at Hiromi.  

“What happened? Thought we were bolder than this,” Hiromi comments with a tilt of his head, lowering himself to his knees in front of you, fingers tapping teasingly against your thighs. 

“Fuck…you,” you pant out, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as Hiromi slowly lifts up the skirt that you had decided to surprise him with — a dangerous choice, really.  

“Oh honey,” Hiromi grins like the Cheshire Cat, “you aren’t doin’ any of that.”  

Your chest heaves as you glance down at Hiromi, who had already taken the liberty of tugging your panties to the side, running the tip of his index finger over your folds — collecting your slick on his skin with another smirk.  

He swirls his finger over your clit, just barely touching it and smirking to himself as your head falls back, desperate moans falling from your parted lips.  

“Pretty little thing,” he murmurs, replacing his finger with his tongue. Your hands fly instinctively to his hair, tugging at the roots and biting back a scream as he sucks your clit between his lips. Your fingernails dig into his scalp, scratching at it – that earns you a groan from the man beneath you. The vibration sends a delicious tingle through you, another desperate moan falling from your lips.  

“Hiromi,” you whimper, body jolting forward as his hands lay flat against your thighs, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers through you.  

You can feel his lips turn upward in a smirk against your skin, his tongue stopping and his head pulling back from its place between your thighs. You whine out at the sudden loss of contact, trying desperately to tug him back to you.  

“Oh you’re in no state to be demanding princess,” Hiromi all but purrs, rising from his place and glancing up at you. Your chest heaves in desperate, panting breaths, fingers still tangled in Hiromi’s hair. You don’t dare to tug on the strands, not wanting to face a more unbearable punishment than what you were already being subjected to.  

His hands swiftly lift up your skirt, hands running over the curves of your hips. You shiver, the cool metal of his rings starkly contrasting with the little flames that had already erupted along your legs.  

“Hiromi—“ 

“Shut it,” he purrs into your ear, one hand already undoing the buckle of his belt. You don’t dare to go against his word, not when he was riled up and ready to make sure that you weren’t able to walk come the next morning. “I don’t wanna hear another word outta that disrespectful little mouth.” 

You press your lips together, whining as he rubs himself along your entrance, his tip just barely teasing your clit. You rut your hips against him, desperate for any little bit of friction. Hiromi’s hands shift to your waist, holding it roughly and effectively pausing your movements.  

“C’mon now, thought you were smart enough to follow instructions,” Hiromi teases with a raise of his eyebrow, looking at the desperate expression painted onto your face. God, you looked fucking amazing.  

You open your mouth to retaliate, wanting to be snarky, but Hiromi effectively cuts you off by pushing himself into you. You gasp out a whiny moan, screwing your eyes shut as he bottoms out, then shifting his hips back just enough to pull halfway out before he slams right back into you.  

“Fuck!” you squeal, moaning as Hiromi lifts your legs and folds you into a wonky attempt at a mating press. He groans, then picking up the pace and rutting his hips into you. “H-Hiromi!” 

He grins, reaching a hand down to press two fingers against your clit, circling it quickly. Your pussy flutters around him, which makes his own eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck princess, always takin’ me — so fuckin’ well,” he pants into your neck, biting lightly down onto your pulse point.  

“S-shit! Nghh — Hiromi,” you moan wantonly, not even caring if any of his coworkers happened to be passing by his office. You can feel him so deeply inside of you, his tip nearly kissing your cervix with each thrust of his hips. Your legs are pinned against your shoulders, toes curling as you feel that familiar knot begin to coil in your stomach.  

“There we go princess,” Hiromi murmurs against you, relishing in the sound of his hips slapping against your own. His fingers pick up their pace over your clit, grinning as a choked moan gets caught in your throat. He leans up, pressing his lips to yours and promptly swallowing your moans.  

His hips continue to slap against your own, tightening the coil in the bottom of your stomach. You whimper underneath him, head thrown back and eyes screwed tightly shut as moans of his name fall from your lips like a desperate plea.  

He reaches down, thumb pressing against your clit before moving in quick circles over the bundle of nerves. You gasp out, back arching as your nails bite into his arms — wanting to push him away but at the same time craving the sparks of pleasure that his touch sends through you.  

“Hiromi — fuck, ‘m cumming!” you mewl, lips parting in one last drawn out moan before you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your pussy flutters over Hiromi’s cock, that which earns you a broken moan from the man hovering above you.  

“Fuck princess,” he murmurs, hands bracing against your hips, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. He glances up at you, smirking to himself at your fucked out expression and the way that your hair clings to your forehead.  

Hiromi pulls out slowly, grinning to himself as you moan out at the empty feeling he leaves behind. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, adjusting yourself only to groan inaudibly at the slight ache in your legs — a sight that Hiromi has the gall to breathily chuckle at.  

“Y’alright there honey?” Hiromi inquires, resting a hand behind your back and helping you in sitting up. He flashes you an apologetic grin, one that you bite back your own smile at the sight of.  

“M’fine,” you murmur, smiling tiredly at Hiromi. He nods understandingly, looking around his office before his attention returns to you. You chuckle, gesturing with your head towards his suit pocket. He rolls his eyes teasingly at you, then reaching into the previously mentioned pocket and removing a handkerchief.  

“C’mon honey, spread them for me again,” Hiromi urges softly, nudging your knees. You raise an eyebrow playfully at him, a small smirk spreading across your face as you tilt your head.  

“Already ready for round two Mr. Higuruma?”  

Hiromi rolls his eyes at you, dabbing the handkerchief against your now exposed pussy, cleaning off the remnants of your visit to his office. “I would, but Miss Bratty ain’t up for it.” 

You giggle, closing your eyes momentarily as Hiromi leans down to affectionately press his forehead against your own. He pulls back briefly, pecking your forehead.  

“Can we get ramen?” 

Hiromi sighs, hanging his head for a moment before smiling at you. “Alright honey, but don’t blame me if you can’t walk.” 

“Hiromi!” 

I love your writing so much!!

Can I request some comfort Sukuna where he finally breaks down the walls around readers heart who has been hurt previously years before…reader made him wonder why they didn’t ever let him see them cry before and that bothered him.

Sypnosis - Love wasn't for everyone, you had long since accepted that fact. But ... were you really okay with being alone?

Warning(s) - None besides mature themes and some foul language.

A/N - Oh my god I loved this request so much. Reader is definitely a little bit too much like me in this one, but it's okay because at least she somewhat fixed her issues!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Love wasn't for everyone. 

That was a hard pill to swallow, but it was one that you had swallowed after so many years of being constantly disappointed. One after the other, it was as if the heavens above were taunting you. Either that, or they were punishing you for some heinous crime. 

Even though you wanted so desperately to experience what everyone else did; stolen glances, random flowers, gentle kisses, passionate sex, late-night dates … you had just come to the conclusion that no matter what you did, it just wasn't for you.  

And you were okay with that. 

Yet, it was annoying to then hear others come to you spewing their bullshit. 

"You just haven't met the one yet!"  "Don't worry, love will come to you when you least expect it." 

"Trust me. The moment that you stop looking for love, it comes to find you." 

"You're quiet," Sukuna says harshly, dropping his finished cigarette onto the ground and snuffing out its orange hue with the toe of his boot. Your head jerks upward, blinking for a moment before you clear your throat – you hadn't meant to fall into a daydream.  

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm okay," you answer quickly, lifting your own half-finished cigarette to your lips and inhaling. You hoped that the smoke would ease your nerves, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.  

Sukuna's eyes roam over your figure, his mind taking notes on your expression and body language. Your eyebrows are pinched together, eyes flickering to look at anything but him, your lips are turned downward in a frown that he somewhat wishes would go away. Your shoulders are stiff, back standing as straight as a line. Your hands are shaking. 

"Tch," he clicks his tongue, turning his body and half-stepping towards you. His fingers close over your wrist, pulling the cigarette away from your lips. "You're a shitty liar." 

Your eyes cast themselves to the ground, embarrassment heating your cheeks. He falters, but he toes out your cigarette anyway, then turning to face forward again – he doesn't want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already are.  

"What are you thinking about?" he asks after a beat of silence, hanging his arms over the railing of your apartment's balcony. Your eyes flicker to him for a moment, silently admiring the way that the moonlight illuminates his face and the tattoos inked into his skin.  

"Nothing that would interest you." 

Not when it comes to you. Talk to me, he wants to say. But the words fall dead on his tongue. He doesn't turn his head to look at you, only humming in acknowledgement.  

Another beat of silence passes over you and Sukuna. It gets you wondering … did he even like being around you? After all, the only reason why he kept meeting you after work was because he had offered you a ride home. In return, you offered him cigarettes. A fair trade. 

"Interesting or not," he hesitates, biting his tongue, "'s not good when you keep all that stuff in." 

You freeze, hands tightening their hold on the railing as you stare out at the cityscape. Already you can feel tears beginning to gather along your waterline. You try your hardest to swallow them away, but nothing.  

"I-I said it was fine," you manage to choke out, trying to subtly wipe at your eyes. Sukuna notices … he always did.  

He reaches into his pocket for something, then nudging your arm with a handkerchief closed between his fingers. You take it, mumbling a quiet thanks before wiping your eyes with it. "I'm sorry." 

Sukuna doesn't answer, he doesn't have to. It's more of a silent understanding that yes, something is bothering you, but in your own time you would open up to him about it. Maybe it wouldn't be tonight, maybe it wouldn't be tomorrow … but eventually, you would.  

He shrugs in response to your apology. "Nothin' to apologize for." 

Another beat of silence passes over you both, this one more comfortable than the last. Sukuna reaches into his pocket, taking out the cigarettes that you had given him. He opens the box with his thumb, hesitating on taking another one out.  

You eye the box out of the corner of your eye … it was the only reason he even came into your apartment, wasn't it? 

To your shock, he drops the box off of the edge of the balcony, watching it through half-lidded eyes as it falls out of sight. You turn your head to look at him, finding him already staring at you.  

Neither of you say anything.    

One minute turns into two, two into four, four into six.  

"Y'know, I get the whole … wanting to be alone thing," Sukuna says, turning away from you so that he wouldn't have to look at your slightly pained expression. He leans further against the railing, gaze focusing on the blinking lights of a nearby billboard.  

"You can tell yourself all you want that you want to be alone," he finally turns to you, "but do you really want that?" 

You freeze, eyes wide like a deer that had been caught in headlights. Blankly, you stare at him, mind struggling to mull over what he had just asked you.  

Did you really want to be alone? 

"I-" You pause, swallowing the lump that had settled in the center of your throat. "I don't." 

With that, Sukuna swallows all of his pride and tugs you into his arms. You fold into him, nails biting into the back of his leather jacket – the one that reeks of smoke and of must. But at the same time, those two comforting smells remind you that right now, in this moment, you aren't truly alone.  

Do y'all want a part two of this? Or like a series of Sukuna and !Non-Trusting girlfriend? 

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