This Was Perfect... My New Favorite Oneshot

This was perfect... my new favorite oneshot

Talking to the moon🌙

Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

minors DNI‼️

3k+ words

(quote^^ by- Richard Siken)

warnings/tags- blood and violence. oral (f.recieving), vaginal sex, anal, dacryphilia, slight praise, slight degradation, fingering. age gap. toxic relationship. mentions of harassment. yandere themes implied. heartbreak, moving on. fluff. angst. hurt/comfort. (all characters are aged up!)

Gojo Satoru is the moon. Ever changing and radiant. Beaming with light, even when he doesn’t have any of his own. And much like the moon, parts of him stay hidden in an ominous darkness as he leaves you cold and alone in the tangled mess of sheets, wondering why your lover disappears at the crack of every dawn.

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I just can't bring myself to stop thinking about sakuna just casually grabbing my underwear, using them, and nonchalantly handing me them back in person as he tells me to come to his bed 😩🧎🏼‍♀️

Can I be GREEDY and request the same set of jjk dudes (guilty or not as some of them would have no shame I'm sure) pining + getting off with reader's stolen underwear? If they get caught you not is up to you, Nat~

mm anon... pining is my favourite food. 

not sfw/minors dont interact: warnings for some funky power dynamics and boys jacking off with readers underwear (afab reader is implied). especially funky power dynamics for mahito and sukuna but you all were expecting that right

♡ ----> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <----  ♡

♡ Gojo, surprisingly, might actually be a little bit ashamed about it. This is a man who is used to getting exactly what he wants, and usually isn’t at all shy about it. He’s been flirting with you for what feels like months, but every time he’s rewarded with your head tipping to the side, your smile, quizzical and a little puzzled and somehow not picking up what he’s laying down. It’s getting really bad; he can’t help but concentrate on you whenever you’re in a room, his mind playing fantasies of what it would be like if he could kiss you, or touch you, or more - but much to his frustration, those things seem to be staying fantasies.

The decision to steal your underwear is spur of the moment, as many of Gojo’s decisions are. Maybe he’s come to your place to ask you a question or drop something off or just to hang out and be a little bit annoying - those are all things that Gojo often does. When he uses your bathroom and sees a pair hanging out of the wash-basket, how is he supposed to not take them - when they’re so cute, so much to his taste, with the scent of you still clinging to them like sweet perfume? 

You don’t notice that he’s any different for the rest of the day, even with a pair of your underwear stuffed in his pockets. Gojo’s good at hiding his feelings - he’s still light teasing and laughter, although the touch of his hands on your shoulders feels a little more . . . intense, than usual.

Gojo will not risk being caught doing this. That would ruin his street cred and reputation; those are things that are actually fairly important to him. So he waits until he’s alone in his own place at night, his bed empty, his head perhaps aching a little from a particularly tough mission, to fish them out of his pockets. To breathe in their scent. To palm himself absent-mindedly through his trousers, imagining that it’s your hands instead. He wants to know what you’d taste like, wants to feel your fingers wrap around his shaft, wants, wants, wants - when he comes, he groans into the gusset, and makes a note to himself that he’s just going to fucking go for it and kiss you next time he sees you.

He’s sure that, no matter how delicious your scent is, it won’t compare at all to the real thing laid out before him in his bed, begging him to touch them. And Gojo thinks he can persuade you into exactly that. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is definitely ashamed of it. But, as we’ve explored before, he is a man who does not mix his business with pleasure - he doesn’t date colleagues, no matter how charming their smile or polite their quiet little words are or how soft their hand feels, tugging on his arm. Going on missions with you is tantamount to torture - you’re so close, and yet so far. Worse are the times when you’re too far out of Tokyo together, when you’re squashed into a hotel room together - when he hears your shower running and you pop your head out of the en-suite door to deposit a pile of clothes in the room because this particular bathroom looks leaky. Your bare shoulders over your towel, the careful smile that he gives you - those things make Nanami’s blood rush to two places: his cheeks and his cock.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t - it’s a gross invasion of your privacy, doing it would be disgusting, taking advantage of the position he’s in - but he’s already swallowing, pawing through the pile until he finds the lacy little bit of nothing that’s been covering your softest parts all day. Who’d have thought you’d have been lewd enough to be wearing something like this? The gusset is slick, he notices - you’ve been turned on today. A part of him wonders if it’s because of him.

His cock is crying out for attention by now. He’s hurried and messy as he fishes it out, wrapping the fabric around his thick shaft (God, the feel of your wet arousal on him - he lets himself think it was for him, remembering how he’d touched your lower back, how your eyes had tracked his movements during the battle with the curse). He doesn’t last very long - not with your scent, with your wetness, with your little scrap of lace and the knowledge that you’re wet and naked and glistening just on the other side of the wall. He comes with a groan, his back hitting the cheap, thin partition between the en-suite and hotel room proper - and all of a sudden, the water turns off. Your voice is a little worried.

“Nanami? Is everything okay--?”

- ♡ -

♡ Geto is another who considers himself above this kind of low. But you keep doing things, unconsciously, that drive a part of him wild. He’s the kind of man who is fascinated by the small things you do that you don’t even realise you’re doing - the stretch of your back when you have an ache, the thoughtless way you press a thumb to your lower lip when you’re thinking, the way your face seems to change when you push your hair back (and put it up, if it’s long enough--).

As a fellow curse user on his side, though, he has a respect for you that he does not have for all people. He will not push you (though part of him wants to, when you look at him like the leader that he is, as if you would do anything if he asked you to). As one of his loyal followers, he wants to maintain the trust that you have for him, and that means that he must play his cards carefully (he has always been good at that)--

But it doesn’t mean that his urges fade. If you kneel near him, or look pleased to just have his attention, his mind runs absolutely riot with possibilities. Taking your underwear makes him feel all-over crawling and disgusting, but the thought of you is no longer enough and he has to do something about it. He, too, waits to be alone - a moment when he knows nobody will follow him, because he does not want to be caught doing something so filthy.

Still. The feel of your underwear wrapped around his cock, the thought of how you might squirm if he rubbed his cock between your legs whilst you were wearing them, the knowledge the thought of pressing your underwear into your mouth so you were quiet as he fucked you so hard you can barely walk - he comes harder, to the thought of those things, than he has in months.

He’s alike to Gojo still, although he would prefer not to admit it. This particular indiscretion is the thing that pushes him to realise he must tell you how he feels, must have you for himself - and, like Gojo, he also doubts you’ll have much resistance to give him. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji, as a whole, is not a man who lets his thoughts linger for too long on one person. He’s a man who goes from bed to bed and prefers not to visit them too many times, lest they get attached - he’s not looking for commitment. So why, then, does your face haunt him whenever he sees it? And he keeps seeing it, too - he’s been doing work for this one client who pays well for a few months now, and you’ve been assigned to play his handler, it seems. Something about your attempts to stay professional even though he’s caught you sneaking glances when you think he’s not looking (he’s always looking) just drives him wild like absolutely nothing else. Teasing you a little. He’s the kind of guy who gets off on the thought of turning someone prim and proper into someone a little less prim and proper, and you’ve got that in spades.

Still. Can’t do anything until his working relationship with this client stops; he doesn’t want to risk cutting off his supply of money, or being assigned a handler more boring than you. So he flirts with you and grins at you, danger in his eyes - and if maybe he sneaks into your place (unnoticed by you) and takes a couple of pairs of your underwear, what’s it matter? If he breathes in your scent and he jerks off to them (his favourite are the ones that are little confections of satin or lace, or even the pair with a keyhole in the butt that he’d found - who knew you were hiding something like that under your neat little uniform?). 

Toji does not for a minute think he’ll stop at jerking off using your underwear. He just needs something to keep him occupied until his final night of working for this boring employee, where he’s absolutely certain that you’ll tumble into bed with him - or he’s absolutely certain that he’ll talk you, silver-tongued, around to falling into bed with him. They’re the same thing in the end. 

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna . . . Sukuna is an interesting case. Whilst he absolutely thinks he doesn’t need to lower himself to rutting into your underwear, he also thinks he doesn’t need to lower himself to even thinking about you. He can have whoever he wants. He’s absolutely certain of this; he thinks what he wants and deserves is someone powerful, majestic, perfect, someone who can inspire fear in the hearts of men and stand behind him as a not-quite-equal (he will always be above anybody else, but in his mind, his perfect lover will be only one rung below him--).

So his interest in you is frustrating to him. You are one of his devoted, of course - but you are weak, and small, and unworthy. So why is he fascinated by the way you move, why does his groin stir when you call him ‘Master’, why is he so constantly thinking about how your lips would look wrapped around his cock and how you would break, so small and delicate and weak, beneath him?

He does not ‘guiltily pine’. He takes your underwear as casually as a man who knows he is in charge of everything would - as if it already belongs to him. He fucks it like it already belongs to him too, hoping that by doing this he will no longer be haunted by thoughts of you - letting his mind run riot with everything he could do to you, that he’s sure that you’d let him do, because you are so small and devoted and his--

Coming all over them does not, to his chagrin, cessate his desire upon your flesh. It just tells him what he’s missing - that this is not a good replacement for your little body and your little mouth and your tight heat, the way he knows you’d bite your lip and tears would bead in your lashes from the pleasure-pain.

He seeks you out and presses your soiled underwear into your hand like a gift, all four of his eyes pinning you down. When one of his fingers caresses your cheek and he tells you, his voice impenetrable, his command impossible to ignore;

“Come,” you follow. 

Your underwear was never going to be enough to satisfy the king of curses.

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito probably wants to be caught. Mahito’s interested in why he’s not supposed to do it in the first place; Mahito takes your underwear out of your laundry basket and breathes it in, curiously and idly thinking about how it’s been pressed so snug and close to that part of you that humans are always so strange about. He can’t deny that the smell of you clinging to the fabric is intoxicating. He’s probably experimented with having the human appendage of a cock before - he wanted to know if orgasm was really all it was cracked up to be - so it’s not that much effort for him to shape his body into one again, to feel the answering comfortable pulse of arousal as he breathes in your scent again - licks at the gusset, enjoying the taste of you bursting onto his tongue (he wants to know what it tastes like direct from the source, but this will do until you get home). 

He probably lays across your bed; gets comfortable, gets into the position he’s seen humans do this thing in (perhaps even the position he’s seen you do it in. Plays with himself imagining the hitch of your breath, the tight warmth of you engulfing him, the shudders of your breath as he thinks about how you would be his absolute favourite little puppet. 

Surrounded by the other scents of you, on your pillow and bedsheets, it doesn’t take him too long to work himself up into a frenzy, probably turning over and humping into the underwear with his face pressed into your pillow just so he can be fully surrounded by everything about you. He comes all over your underwear without even thinking about it, lying there for a moment breathless and pleasured--

And then he starts looking through your other drawers. When you come home, your ruined underwear are on your pillow, covered with Mahito’s cum - and I regret to inform you, if you had any sex toys in that bedside drawer, you may find them scattered and perhaps even used on your bedcovers too--

-  ♡ -

.... I feel even worse now, but I did it myself. Author your so talented

you get me so high

Satoru Gojo x  Suguru Geto x F!Reader (Angst)

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

➪ part one: hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone

➪ wc: 3.3k + || minors DNI!!! (NSFW)

➪ warnings/tags: unprotected sex, angst and mentions of death and other dark subject matter, very fucking depressing and there's no fluff to end this one.

➪ notes: this is the part 2 or alternative ending to "hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone", hopefully it turned out okay but really I have zero clue so lmao. feedback would be very sickomode, I haven't written a fic in forever haha. also it's kind of,,, unfinished? but in a purposeful way. I dunno, enjoy I guess :p

“You can stay with me,” Suguru rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb, your head on his lap as you remain silent.

“I’ve missed you, so much, too much.”

Then why leave?

But you only sigh.

“What about Satoru?”

“He would never, you know that. It would have already been done if he did.”

You nod your head slowly, sitting up as you stare at the enigma of a man, “But I would?”

“I don’t know, would you, Y/N?”

You suck in a breath as his thumb drags your bottom lip down, eyes heavy as his tongue swipes across your jaw before sucking gently on your neck.

“Have you missed me?” His voice is deep and sultry, but it’s a genuine ask, one that crosses his mind endlessly when he wakes up alone each morning and struggles to sleep each night.

A tear braces his forehead, making him unlatch from you, “All of the time, I miss you all of the time, Sugu.”

He kisses your cheek, prying tears away with his lips. He swears it could cleanse his soul. Its pitiful taste is nothing compared to the curses he’s swallowed, the pain he’s endured. Your weak sobs cling to his heart, overwhelming the anguish that resides on his tongue as you go limp in his grip.

“Then stay,” he mumbles like it’s the easiest choice you’d ever make, like your morality and whatever was left of your sanity had no say in your destiny.

“But, Satoru-”

You cut yourself off, feeling the way he tenses against you, chest tightening at the name. Resting your cheek on his pec as he tugs you closer into him, legs folded on his lap, he rubs up and down the bare skin of your thigh.

“Where are you most happy?” His voice is small, almost soft, and you blink slowly, waiting for more explanation.

He notices your silence and sighs, “Who are you most happy with?”

You shut your eyes, “That’s not fair to ask, you know that.”

“Is it? Why not?”

“Because there is no right answer, it hurts one of you either way.”

“Don’t you know we love you? If you’re happy, we’re happy; it shouldn’t matter who you find that happiness with. As long as it’s real.”

You lift your head to face him, gulping slightly at the intense gaze he meets you with, “And you’re happy here? Are you happy without either of us? Because my happiness was with you both.”

He falters for a moment, a sad smile as he looks down at your hands, fiddling anxiously with the loops of your robe.

“I loved us too. It’s just that in that world, I couldn’t truly be happy from the bottom of my heart. Not when he moved on so easily, not how he never sought justice. I can be myself here.”

“You think… this is justice?” you look around the large shrine, empty and hollow; you wondered how he could survive in such a cold space only flooded with false praise stemmed in fear.

“You don’t?” He exhales deeply, waiting for your eyes to return to him, needing to read them closely.

“It goes against everything we were taught,” you surprise him by turning to press your back into his chest, legs dangling over his on the large throne, a false king and a twisted reign.

He wraps his arms around your stomach, and you both remain silent, closing your eyes as he rubs circles on the area, your robe loosening and threatening to expose you as it slides with his movements.

“Suguru?” It comes out so quiet he wonders if he imagined it, but the hand you place over his to get his attention startles him, “How does it feel?”

“How does it feel to kill them?”

“The monkeys?”

“God, why do you call them that?”

He doesn’t know if he should be excited or concerned by how you laugh while asking it, how you’re not judgemental but curious.

“It feels justified, but now I’m almost numb to it, and I don’t feel anything at all.”

“You don’t feel anything? Doesn’t that alone feel bad?”

“No, not really. Not after witnessing how they treat us, how they abuse our powers by forcing us to deal with their curses. They view us as freaks, yet we’re supposed to protect them.”

“That’s not what I was asking; I don’t care about them, I care about you,” you turn to face his stunned features, “I’m asking if you’re tired of feeling nothing.”

“I’m asking you to come home.”

“Home?”

“With me.”

“What if this is my home now?”

“This?” you look around, “This could never be a home it’s-”

“It could be, with you.”

“But, Sato-”

“He doesn’t want me anymore, Y/N. He wants the old me.”

Your eyes widen, remembering the conversations you’d overheard of Principal Yaga and him, how he could never forgive Suguru for his actions.

“Are you the same?”

You turn your back to him again, resting your head on his chest as you sigh deeply, “No, I’m nothing like him; none of us are.”

“You know we haven’t spoken in weeks, and he doesn’t even seem to care about that. He’s too busy, you know, being him. Being Satoru.”

“You resent him for his strength?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just wish he’d see more than what his eyes allow him to. Sometimes,” you sigh as you reach for his hand to grip, “Sometimes he’s just so black and white, and I wonder if the only colors he knows are his own.”

He chuckles slightly, “Yeah, it’s too bad; it’s not like he doesn’t have six of them.”

“Right,” you smile shortly, a frown returning as you crank your neck to face him, “He doesn’t really need us, does he?”

“Never did,” Suguru stares at your lips, before trailing back to your doe eyes, “He never really did.”

“And do you? Do you need me Suguru?”

“Yes.”

“Yet you left.”

“And yet you followed me.”

You flip your body to face him, straddling his thighs with your own, “And who said I’m staying?”

“Nobody, but I wish you would.”

Your hands fall to the sides of his face, his on your hips as he tries to ignore the way your robe is slipping down your shoulders, “What would happen if I did.”

“I could give you my everything, it could be just us,” you lean into his face, foreheads touching as he continues, “I may have left but, you have to have known I couldn’t stay. Now that I’m here, now that you’re here, everything feels complete.”

“What if I chose him instead?”

“I’ll give you the space you need if it’s what makes you happy.”

“Please don’t,” your voice is at a hush, “All he gives me is space. I can’t even touch him anymore, it’s like he’s afraid of me. His infinity blocked me the other day, and I broke down, so he panicked. He panicked and tried to hug me but, he couldn’t. He doesn’t know how to deal with me anymore, I think. I think he doesn’t want me unless he has you too.”

Suguru tries to process the words but you throw more at him, “And honestly, I don’t know how I can live in that anymore. I want him to shake me or yell or do something. Fucking anything to acknowledge the fact I’m not okay. But he won’t. He just talks at me, knowing I won’t respond, accepting that fact like he-”

“Like he accepts everything?”

“Yeah, like he accepts everything. I guess it’s easy to accept the world when you know you can fix it.”

“But, he won’t.”

“No, he won’t.”

You close your eyes as you nuzzle your nose into his, “But, you will.”

He grins to himself, heart flooding with the forbidden emotion of pride as you still against him, “I can talk to you, Suguru, I can touch you.”

He sucks in a breath, your hand slipping under his robe as your palm flattens on his pec, “Let me touch you.”

He nods, letting you drag the silky material down until his upper body is completely exposed, eyes piercing yours as you lean back to view his bare chest.

“I’ve missed you,” your eyes are stuck to the creamy skin, stiff peaks of abs, and alluring collarbones he displays.

“Please touch me too,” you look up and bat your eyes slowly, shivering slightly when he tugs your robe down and your naked skin hits the air.

His hands creep up to scoop your breasts, groaning lightly as he squeezes them, fingers digging into the soft flesh. It felt better than he had remembered, better than the played memories of his hands on your body as he fisted his cock almost every night since leaving. This was real, and he couldn’t help but savor it. He truly did miss you so much.

“If I stay, I want you to promise me something,” you breathe, gripping his shoulders as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll never leave again.”

You gasp as he releases a hand, wrapping an arm around your back to tug you into him, “I promise.”

His tongue is just as you remembered, no- better, as it swipes over yours. You moan into his open mouth as you try to keep up with him, feeling the tension in his neck as you wrap your hands behind it to keep yourself close.

He unties your robe before trailing his fingers in between your thighs, biting down on your lip as they slide between your slippery wet folds, spreading your lips as he feels you drip onto his silk.

You pout when he releases, your bottom lip puffy and swollen, a sly look on his face as he apologizes, “Sorry, you just surprised me, you’re so fucking wet I-”

“Shut up,” you crash back into him, rocking your hips so his calloused fingers rub against your clit, “Shut up, just fuck me.”

He practically growls at the comment, rushing to release his heavy cock as he unties his rob, the fingers on your heat disappearing as he gripped your thighs and tugged you to him. Both of you pull back in shock at the feeling of your slick coating his swollen tip as he taps it on your clit teasingly. “Suguru, please,” you moan softly, nails digging into his shoulders as he finally aligns himself to your entrance.

“Has he fucked you?” he sighs, lowering you slightly, letting his tip struggle to enter you, the pressure overwhelming.

“I said he wouldn’t let me touch him; of course I haven’t-”

You yelp as his hips thrust up into you, watching you closely as he feels your insides stretch to accommodate him, keeping you silent as he stuffs you.

“Good,” he releases his hands to drag up and down your sides, letting you adjust and clench around him.

“So full,” you whimper, feeling him prod at your tummy, never getting used to the sensation of sinking into him.

“I know, angel, but you can take it; you’re a good girl for me, right?”

“Mmph,” you nod, eyes shut as he moves a thumb to your neglected clit.

“You’re gonna stay?”

You nod again, jumping when you feel a hand go down to slap your thigh, eyes swiping open to see his eagerly prodding you, “I need to hear it.”

“I’m going to stay.”

“Fuck-” his hands grip your hips again, making your body fall forward as he bounces you on his cock, hungry and needy as he splits you open on his lap.

“I’ll make you happy, Y/N,” he mumbles as you look up with a parted mouth and shaky moans.

“I promise.”

---

“I saw him today.”

Satoru freezes, his breath caught at your calm and steady tone.

It was the first time he’d heard you speak in weeks.

“He looked healthy, maybe even happy,” you stare blankly at yourself, hands gripping the edge of your vanity, mouth parted as your heavy breath fogs up a small cloud on the mirror.

You shut your eyes as you rest your forehead completely into the thin glass, opening them back up to find Satoru standing behind you, hesitant as he struggles to form a sentence.

“What did he say to you?” His heartbeat is pounding loud in his ears; his body ignited in a flame that burns cold.

“He asked me to join him,” you shift back, and your eyes meet, only brave enough to face each other’s reflections as you keep your gazes forward.

“What did you say?”

“I told him yes.”

---

“Eeek!” you squeak as Suguru slings you over his shoulder, “Put me down, you maniac!”

“Maniac?” he chuckles as he tosses you onto the mattress, making you giggle as his long hair, now worn half up half down, tickles your neck.

“It looks so pretty like this Sugu,” you brush his hair adoringly, watching his nose crinkle up in the mirror.

“Pretty? I guess that’s good, but I hate when it’s in my face, that’s why I wear it up.”

You nod, kissing his shoulder before scooping some of his hair into a small bun, leaving the rest down, “What if it was like this?”

“Hmm,” he grins as you tie an elastic around the hair, moving to kiss his neck as he watches your reflection. “Hmm,” you copy him, humming into his skin.

“I like it.”

“Yes! It-” his lips cut you off, and he groans against yours, his arms scooping behind your back to press your chest into his.

“Continue,” he smirks before moving to your jaw, your mouth left open and speechless before you snap back to your lecture, “It hasn’t even been an hour since we got dressed, and you’re-”

His tongue swiping up and down your neck, laying flat before he sucks on the delicate skin, it’s all too distracting, “And I’m?”

“You’re going to ruin another one of my silks,” you don’t sound like you care anymore, maybe even subtly asking him to do it despite the plea.

“I’ll get new ones made,” he nibbles lightly on your collarbone, and your hands go to tug on his silky locks.

He moves the soft material of your robe to place wet kisses in between your breasts, “Okay.”

“There’s my good girl,” he grins, eyes looking up at you as his mouth trails down your body. Stopping at your hip, he sits up to completely unravel your robe, exposing you and leaving you a bare canvas for him to paint with his touch.

Your hand brushes his cheek, watching his smug expression fade as his lips wrap around your nipple, securing himself to the subtle flesh as he pulls back with a slight pop.

You cradle his lifeless face, bloodied and dull, shaking profusely as Satoru tries to calm you down.

“Do you want me to touch you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.”

“No, no, no, no.”

“I wanna touch you too,” you pout, sighing as he grasps both of your wrists in one hand over your head.

“Y/N, don’t touch him; you’re making it worse-”

“Please, Satoru, kill me too, you have to, I can’t stand this-”

“Beg, I want to hear you beg,” his tongue goes back down to flick at the sensitive nub.

“Y/N please, I’m begging you to stop-”

“Please, Suguru, fucking touch me.”

“Fucking kill me, Satoru, please, I can’t do this.”

“Mmm, okay,” he raises back to your face, his hair dangling on your chest and neck as he peppers your cheeks and nose with soft kisses, muscles relaxing as your palms lay flat on his back to bring him closer.

You giggle as the black strands graze your collarbone, “What’s so funny?”

“Mm, nothing your hair- it just tickles.”

“His hair, fuck Satoru, his hair-”

“Y/N, please step away from him. I know it’s-”

“He hated it down, and in his face, it’s in his fucking face, we have to fix it, please just help me fix it-”

“Tickles? Is my pretty girl really that sensitive? Oh, wait,” you gasp when two calloused fingers swipe in between your wet folds, a light chuckle erupting from him as you squirm from the sudden touch, “You are.”

“God, are you really this sensitive to him? To a murderer? He killed his family, you know," his voice sounds like venom coursing through your veins, and you're not sure what's more cruel, the fact that he says it to anger you as a distraction or that some of it holds truth for him.

“Shut up, just- shut up.”

“Shut up, you know that’s not fair,” you smile as he returns the fingers, letting one slide and curve inside of you, “It’s just because it’s you, silly.”

“It’s him. Did you forget that this is Suguru? Our Suguru?”

“He stopped being our Suguru when he left, Y/N.”

“Maybe for you but not for me.”

“It’s just because I love you.”

“Did you stop loving him too?”

Satoru pauses for a moment, shaking his head while squeezing his eyes shut, “No.”

“Then I don’t get it; how are you so okay right now? How are you so-” you pause to stare at Suguru’s body, his right arm nothing but a memory.

He raises his right hand to palm your breast, tongue pressed into your pulsing neck, “I love you too.”

Satoru stays silent as he scoops your body away from Suguru, not flinching when you forcefully shake and kick in his grip, screaming profanities that will haunt him for many nights to come.

“I’m not okay if that’s where you were heading,” he mumbles as you continue to struggle to escape his hold.

“I’m not okay.”

---

Satoru never forgave himself. For killing his best friend, his lover, for doing it in front of you, for even letting you leave in the first place. But, you must have known it was never an option to begin with, right?

Happy ever afters only happen in happy worlds, and the one you lived in was cruel.

He didn’t stop you when you returned to the empty shrine Suguru and your past love once filled, and part of you resented him for that too.

It was truly a mystery to all how such a beautiful bloom could be destroyed so rapidly, beads of promising flowers crumbled by a sudden frost. You wanted them both, and yet you ended with nothing but void.

Well, until-

“Suguru?”

The smile wasn’t the same, and his eyes were glazed with something so dark and twisted, it could never be the man you loved. The fact he was killed in front of you also stood as hard evidence but, why did he look so-

“Sort of,” your eyes traced the stitches leveled across his forehead, narrowing at the rigid new feature to a body you once knew so well.

“What did you do to him?” Your voice remains calm, steady and even as your heart threatens to crash.

“Oh me? Nothing. It’s more so what Gojo did to him, isn’t it?”

Your breathing halts as you watch the figure take long strides in your direction, “Oh?” his voice pitches up as his right arm reaches for you.

“I think he loved you,” he snickers, making your eyes widen when you realize both of his arms are intact.

“I think you loved him,” he continues, finally pausing his step as he remains only inches from your face, “Am I right?”

You nod hesitantly, “Of course.”

“Good, you’ll help me then, won’t you?”

You jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder, one that feels foreign yet familiar, “He’s still here, you know.”

It’s all you needed to hear, no matter how pathetic it sounds. You’d give anything to feel Suguru’s warmth again, the way he used to-

The man’s right hand brushed your cheek.

Suguru’s hand grazes your cheekbone, “You looked so pretty tonight, Y/N. So… perfect.”

You gasp at the sensation and the flash of a memory it brought, knowing that it was Suguru who delivered it.

“Yes,” you pause to place your hand over the palm on the side of your face, “Yes, I’ll help.”

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Should I write some webtoon fanfics?

Sakuna is the hottest thing ever and this writing is immaculate

sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say…sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

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For all those who want Weak Hero (The webtoon) one shots:

@hikarishuuhei @moonborn-witch @weakherofansite @brownsugarsass

This is for you✨❤👊👌👀

Weak Hero One shots on Quotev, by MADAME CRÉME

Lovely [Weak Hero} on Quotev, by Valle (This one is a fanfic and its incomplete, ongoing I think but it hasn't updated in 5 weeks so uh?? 2 chapters but its good)

[Weak Hero x reader} Romance 101 on Wattpad, by ShuichiAkaiKaishi (58 chapters and ongoing fr)

2 Shots, 4 cubes on AO3, by LadyElaine (Complete and Stephen x Gray ) (This author has some Stephen x gray fanfics)

FRAGILE | Weak Hero on wattpad, by Sakak1h (29 chapters and ongoing fr)

Safety || Weak Hero x reader || on wattpad, by Unburnable_Trash_ (48 chapters and ongoing fr)

Weak Hero | Soul Script [Weak Hero x OC} on wattpad, by ShuichiAkaiKaishi (Complete)

I Like You, Theoretically {Weak Hero Fanfic} on wattpad, by purplesunrise123 (complete and Stephen x Gray

Weak Hero | Hidden Gems {Wolf Keum x OC} on wattpad, by ShuichiAkaiKaishi (The OC is Donald Na's Sister and the author has so many Weak Hero fics)

There is literally so many other fanfics, but these are ones I've read and are either completed, updating often, still ongoing, really good, etc) not saying that others are bad! These are just the few I've read so far! Also there is a few on Tumblr, I've only found some written on here.

Guys Lookism is also by Taejoon Park the author of Weak Hero and it has so many more chapters than weak hero Try it out its amazing!!! Love y'all tell me if you know more please ❤❤✨✨✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨❤✨

Also I will be doing this once a month with new fics (probably one or two because theyre isnt too many 😭) so tell me if you want tagged ✨