Thinking About…

You dream they cheated on you

—In which you dream they cheated on you, and let them know... in your own way.

Jjk various; Gojo, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

Happy valentines! Oh nvm. P.2

—In which JJK men have to deal with the consequences of their actions, whereas some get to enjoy sweet, sweet forgiveness. (Smau) JJK various; Gojo, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

Tw: cheating, spicy (nanami’s), forgiveness, mentions of killing (I was laughing while writing this the whole fucking time)

Part one

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Garden injuries p.3

—In which you find yourself missing your garden. <<part one, part two

A/n: This is probably going to be my last part, but anything after this that is related to this prompt/mini series will be just like stupid little blurbs, yk?

Sighing in relief, you wiped the sweat from your brow. You’d just managed to change the bandages on your leg, and that by itself was a workout.

It was irritating. You felt useless. Your only job was to tend to the garden— but he’d given that to some half pint, half assed little man. You didn’t like that little man, he let some flowers die.

And while having Sukuna’s affections and favor toward you was nice— you missed being special— being valuable for that reason. You knew the garden and everything it needed. No one else knew. No one took care of it like you did.

And while you were glaring at the wall, a pissy pout on your lips, you didn’t notice walking in, only to pause and stare at you. His eyes narrowed and it was like he tried to read your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, brat?” Sukuna sat down a bowl of meat and fruit— thankfully not human, and just grilled chicken. Sukuna had tried that once, but when you’d figured out what it was— before eating it, you screamed and screamed and screamed at him. It didn’t matter if he threatened you, you were appalled.

Lessons were learned.

You’re not a cannibal.

Blinking from your trance, you look up to Sukuna, eyeing the frustrated frown on his lips. “What’s the matter? Eat.” He poked the side of your head and finally nodded in satisfaction when you did eat.

“You’ve replaced me.” You huffed, before gladly choking down the food. Being critically wounded in the leg would do it to a person. You’ve found yourself much more hungry and thirsty now a days. Maybe it was just having to deal with Sukuna’s energy. Or how he had his fingers or face shoved up your cunt 24/7.

“What are you on about now? If anything, I’ve raised your status. Of course, you’ll almost be as powerful as me when I make you my queen.” He grinned when he heard your heartbeat pick up. Oh he loved knowing the effect he had on you.

“Ok, but, now all I do all day is sit around and watch as your replacement ruins the garden.” You turned away from him, glaring outside the large open window and down at the garden.

“You’re still mad about that?” Sukuna rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling back into him as he sat. Your back rested on his chest and his knees were propped on either side of you.

“Yes.” You melted back against him nonetheless. His warmth always had you relaxing into him.

“You don’t want to be my queen?” Sukuna’s voice dropped a level, his eyes turning to a narrow glare.

“What? No. I never said that.” You turned your head to look at him so fast it gave you whiplash. “I just don’t like that some man is touching my garden.”

Sukuna wordlessly raised a brow, looking both amused and unimpressed at the same time.

“Your garden, hm?” Leaning in, he pressed sweet little kisses all along your neck, before promptly biting down on your shoulder, deep enough to actually draw a bit off blood.

“Ow! Hey— that hurts!” You tried to push him off by his forehead, hissing at the sting when he finally pulled away. “You are so mean.”

“You’re the one letting power get to your head. Calling it your garden, human you truly are something.” Sukuna grinned away the wound, happy with the way he could see each teeth mark imbedded into your kiss. The little pricks of blood giving him a level of satisfaction he’d never admit.

“Well— I- whatever.” Scoffing, you crossed your arms and looked back out the window.

“Seeing you so upset over something so trivial is quite amusing.” His arms tightened around you, and your scowl deepened.

“When will my leg heal?” Ignoring his comment, you tilted your head back to peak up at him.

“Hopefully not for a long time. I enjoy having you here like this… having to lean on me completely.” Sukuna just bit into your cheek. Grinning, almost smiling, when you whined and pulled away.

“Stop biting me! I’m going to have bruises everywhere. The servants look at me weird— and your concubines??? Where have they all gone?” You side eyed him, only for him to scoop you up and sit you on a table. Your legs dangling from the table.

“I don’t need them. Unfortunately for me, you’ve infected my brain like a little parasite. Well, humans are parasites, yet you seem to be my favorite.”

“How are you so mean but sweet at the same time?” You sighed, only to glare out the window again.

“You are impossible to please, woman. I will give you the garden, as long as you swear you’ll be my queen once you heal.” Sukuna pulled your face back over to him, his hand coming up to hold you cheeks.

Your eyes widened and a big smile pulled at your lips. “Really?”

Sukuna just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Then yes! I will.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, only to pull away when he moved to take a step away.

A shit eating evil little fucking smirk on his lips, “of course, if you said no I’d still make you my queen and would flay the earth ‘til you said yes, but I am glad you did.”

You could only roll your eyes, “Anddd you ruined it.” Sighing, you looked down at your leg, before giving him a cheeky grin, “can I have some mango’s, my king?” You teased him.

Sukuna could feel his eye twitch and his cock throb, “and you call me evil. When you heal, be prepared to not walk for another week, woman.” Sukuna pressed a deep kiss to your lips, only for you to smile into it.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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You’re insecure and Gojo just wants to make you feel goo.

Tw: insecurities, praise, nsfw, angst with comfort, happy ending, body worship, short blurb (I’m high and it’s 2:00 pm)

His hands were everywhere. Grabbing your hips, waist and reaching up to pull your head to the side by your hair so he could mark up your neck.

“Gojo…” you’d whine, hands clutching his shirt. He had you pinned against the wall. You two had gotten back from a banquet, and you were in the prettiest black dress.

“Ah.” He’d huff in annoyance when you’d use his family name. So formal still. “That’s not my name, pretty.”

Sighing, your cheeks a bright red, “𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 please.” You’d beg so sweetly.

However, when he actually began to unzip your dress, you inhaled sharply and quickly dropped to your knees.

This would be the first time he’d ever see you naked and… you were scared. You’d always had problems with body image, and Gojo was so pretty… you didn’t want him to be grossed out by you. Even tho you were literally drop dead gorgeous.

Gojo blinked in surprise when you had gone to your knees so quickly. And as happy as he was to receive a blow job from you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Hey wait, come back up here baby.” He’d speak so softly as he pulled you back up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him nervously, your nails digging into your palms to try to and calm yourself.

“Why are you hiding from me?” He cupped your cheeks in his hands and rest his forehead against yours.

“What- what do you mean?” You had to swallow down the nerves to speak, avoiding his eyes as you instead looked at his nose.

“You’re doing it again. Look at me.” He would tilt your chin up so you’d have to look at him. “You know you’re gorgeous, right?”

“Satoru…” you’d sigh, feeling the need to pull away and lock yourself in the bathroom.

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue, “this won’t do.” Gojo guided you back to the bed before laying you down. “You’re 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. In every single way.” He’d kiss your jaw, then your neck, then the tops of breasts. Before slowly unzipping your dress.

His words made your cheeks flush and your thighs tighten. Your mind becoming all soft and fluffy at his praise.

“I could spend a millennia studying your body,” he’d murmur against the skin of calf as he pulled your dress off you slowly, “and not find a single flaw.”

His eyes raked over your figure and he could feel his cock throb in his boxers. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.” Kissing back up your thigh, stomach and chest, he finally kissed your lips.

And instead of wanting to hide, you felt more confident. Knowing you had this effect on THE Gojo Satoru? You definitely felt a little better.

“Ok.”

“Okay?” Gojo parroted your words, his eyes low as kept eye contact with you.

“Okay. I believe you.” You’d smile before pressing your lips against his once more, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him in.

“There she is.” He’d murmur against your lips, groaning as he’d grind against your panty clad cunt.

“Why are you so clingy?” P.3

—In which your friendship with Gojo has been going pretty damn well. However, how long until underlying feelings resurface and mistakes are made?

<<part one, part two, part four>>

Laughing, you threw another piece of cake at him, snorting as the icing comically slow, dragged down his face as he gave you an unimpressed eye roll.

“Is it funny?”

“Yes.” You grinned, leaning back in your seat as you licked a piece of cake off your finger. “Damn, I make a damn good cake.”

Wiping the cake from his face and licked it off his hand, he couldn’t help but nod, “I agree.”

“Of course you do, it’s a wonder how your teeth haven’t rotted out.” You quirked a brow, before grabbing your empty plate and his— moving to the sink.

“It’s because I wash them— I’m also *cough* the world’s strongest.” He sat smugly back, watching as you washed the dishes.

It had been a month or so since he’d caught you in that grocery store. A month since you’d become friends again. A month since he’d texted you.

And it’d be 6 months since you broke up with him— broke up with him for him hurting you, calling you clingy and being rude, for neglecting you and leaving you alone.

And he’d been wishing he could turn back time and fix his mistake ever since.

Gojo regretted asking to be your friend, because now, he had to keep his longing a secret. He had to keep his love for you an absolute secret. Else you’ll disappear forever this time.

It’s like a punishment. One he deserves no doubt— but one he wish he didn’t have to burden.

He’d have to keep the way his eyes soften every time you did something cute, or familiar to secret.

Or how he wants and misses your kisses- the way you’d used to wrap your arms around his neck. How you’d pull him in with a smile and some corny joke.

Or how you’d get all dolled up for him whenever he’d take you out— hell he missed how you’d wear his hoodies and a pair of panties around the house.

He missed living with you. Being near you, holding you, everything. He missed you.

And while he got to be near you again and talk to you, it was never the same. In fact, it was almost worse. Having to hide his love— yes, it was his own personal as torture. And yet somehow, he could never pull away from you.

Time passed, and it was like everything was before you two had dated. Before you’d broken up with him.

However, it was getting bad. Bad for you, at least. It’d been bad for him.

Those stupid fucking feelings were boiling over again. Boiling over and infecting your heart.

You wanted to rip your eyes out every time you found them glued to him, or how you found yourself just admiring and adoring him like you used to.

You wish you’d never met him again. But even with that said, your heart longed for him. You longed to have his arms wrapped around you, to hear him whisper sweet nothings against your temple during the late nights again.

You miss him.

And you hated it. Because he hurt you- lord knows he did.

But part of you, a big part, wanted to believe he learned his lesson. That he’d changed.

“Hey, you listening?” Gojo’s brows furrowed and he flicked your forehead gently.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” You blinked, eyes dry from how hard you’d been staring at his hands. Oh those hands. His hands. The same hands that would wrap around your throat as he fucked you from behind—

“What did I say?” Gojo was no fool yes he was— he could read you like a book. The way you watched him, how you watched his every move and how you held the same longing in your eyes as he did in his.

And that had his heart racing against his chest like he was some prepubescent teen from high school all over again getting his first hug.

“Uhhh…” You found yourself staring at the way his throat would bob every time he’d swallow, or how his biceps would flex slightly with every little movement- and oh fuck.

“Exactly. What’re you thinking about, hm?” Tilting his head, that stupid shit eating grin stretched across those sexy fucking lips. “I think I have an idea.”

Now that— that had you snapping your eyes up to meet his again. “Huh?” You answered dumbly.

“Look,” Gojo reached across the table, and grabbed your hands in his, “I messed up. Bad. So bad. And I have been trying to make up for that everyday since. Hurting you will forever be my biggest regret—“

“Oh hell no.” Your lip curled in disgust and you tried to yank your hand away, but Gojo’s grip was too tight.

“Listen, please.” Gojo was basically begging. His voice all sweet and desperate, eyes almost puppy like.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes stuck to his like a rat in a sticky trap. Sighing, you settled back into the seat, “Fuck. Fine. Speak.”

“I miss you, so fucking much. I miss being able to kiss you— hold you, love you, cuddle you. I miss it all. I miss you.” His thumb gently swiped over your hand, his words so sweet you wanted to melt, “and I know you miss me too.”

“You don’t know that.” You were quick to speak up. You didn’t like feeling so read— as if you were just a book left wide open for him to read whenever he pleased. That pissed you off just as much as it made you swoon.

“But I do. I see the way you look at me, the way you watch me. Pretty, I know you want me just as much as I want you,” slowly, his begging turned to a little more confident, “I will be so much better to you. I will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever fucking had.”

You just eyed him. Looking over every single little thing about him. The way his facial expressions would change in just the tiniest little ways. You were analyzing him.

And it made him nervous.

“Please take me back, please. Fuck I’ll do anything, I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have t-“

Gojo was cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a deep, unforgiving kiss. And fuck, if he wasn’t just as desperate to feel you.

He stood up so fast the chair shot out from under him, and a strong arm sent the table between you flying as he pulled you closer.

It was messy— all teeth, spit and moans. Your hands were all in his hair and on his neck, and he was no better. He couldn’t decide where to leave them, your hips, waist or to just hoist you up so he could hold you.

“Missed you,” kiss “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “much.” He groaned against your lips.

You, however, were quickly yanking yourself away from him when you got your senses back to you. Staring at him wide eyed, you took a step back. “No, no— I can’t- we can’t- no.” Quickly, you grabbed your keys from the bowl and left his house he got a new house so you’d come over.

And Gojo was left standing there, watching as you pulled out of the driveway so fast you left tire marks on the driveway, again.

Sighing softly, he could feel his heart ache. Did he fuck this all up? Probably. Would he give up? Hell no.

Running a hand through his hair, he, in frustration, kicked the chair. Just before picking it back up and mumbling an apology to the inanimate object.

That was just the first time you let temptation take you. And it wouldn’t be the last time.

Because when it came to him, you found yourself growing weak. Even after the shit he’d put you through, you’d always ache for him.

The second time it happened, was actually at a little get together celebration with Gojo and his students, along with Nanami, his wife, and Shoko.

You’d spent the last hour teasing Yuji and Megumi, and had been avoiding Gojo like the plague. But eventually, the man had pulled you aside to finally talk to you.

Calling out your name, he finally got you to sit down with him, but instead of beating around the bush, he was blunt, “you’re avoiding me.”

“What? Psh. No.” Waving him off, you looked away and sipped on your glass of wine. You always had been a wine drinker. Regardless of the fuckass headache you always got after.

“You are. And it needs to stop, please. I can’t handle it.” Gojo looked at you dead in the eye, and that had you swallowing nervously.

“You—…” You cut yourself off and shut your mouth. Before just nodding, your cheeks a light pink as you stared down at your wine.

“Good, because I was about to like— die if I didn’t get to talk to you again.” Gojo sighed in relief, before shooting you a playful, charming grin. All he wanted to do was lock you in his arms and run off into the sunset so you’d be his again.

A playful, charming grin that hid the devastating adoration and love he held for you.

The night so far, had been a success. After your little awkward moment with Gojo, things were back to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

You’d even gotten Yuji to taste your wine— and bless his heart he was wiping his tongue with a napkin and whining.

“This is bad, so bad.” Poor boy had the most disgusted look on his face.

“Poor thing, you fell for her little ‘taste my wine’ trick didn’t you?” Gojo looked at him with fake pity before laughing, “well, at least we know you’ll never be a wine alcoholic.”

Rolling your eyes, you finished the rest of your wine, before placing down three one-hundred dollar bills. You made plenty to pay for the little party and drinks you’d and everyone else had had, including tip.

You missed how Gojo glared at the money you placed down, and when you turned your back, he snatched it up and replaced it his own 5 hundreds. You would not be paying on his watch.

“You sure your good to drive? You had a good few glasses of wine.” Gojo helped you when you stumbled a little. His hand rested on the small of your back as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You worried about me?” You shot him a cheeky grin, your cheeks flushed from the few too many glasses of wine you had.

“Always.” He smelled softly down at you, absolutely adoring the way you felt his arms.

“I need to um, get to my car.” You tried to push off of him but stumbled.

“Hell no, pretty you are not going to be driving.” Gojo was quick to pull you back into him, strong arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“Mmk.” You just hummed in response, giving him a dopey smile before getting up on your tip toes to press your lips against his jaw.

Gojo’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and his hand tightened on your hips, “don’t do this to me, beautiful.”

“Do what?” You merely nipped at his jaw before nipping at his throat.

“You are such a tease, that much hasn’t changed.” He mumbled against your hair, pressing a sweet kiss before getting you to walk again.

This time, walking you to his own car. “What’s your address, beautiful?”

“Uhh…” you just stared at the ceiling of the car for a moment, completely stumped.

“Right. Uhuh.” Gojo stared at you before snorting, a content grin stretching on his pretty lips as he puts the car in drive. “I’ll just take you to mine.”

“Ok…” you sighed in response, leaning back in the seat, “love you, Toru.”

And that had him near about slamming on the breaks. His hands were so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched hard, and his brows furrowed. “You are so, so cruel.”

The ride back to his place was silent. Silent except for the sound of his heart racing and his blood rushing in his ears. Of course you’d say some shit like this when you got drunk. Of course.

“Up you go,” Gojo easily lifted you onto the bed. Sitting you down, he stood between your knees as he straightened you up. “You feeling okay?”

“Mm.” You merely hummed in response, leaning your head against his shoulder, going all slack in his arms.

Gojo sighed softly through his nose, before gently lifting your blouse over your head and replacing it with his own shirt. And soon your pants were yanked off promptly after. “Comfortable?”

“Mhmm…” nodding, you let your body fall back against his bed. Sighing in relief at the feeling of the cold comforter against your back.

Gojo nodded, and sat down the money you’d tried to use to pay for the party on the dresser, you could grab it in the morning.

“Right. Well, guess I’ll just uh… go sleep on the couch.” Gojo mumbled, mainly to himself. However, you quickly stopped him with your foot.

“Wait…come back,” you grumbled, your foot pressed flat against his back.

Gojo looked at you unimpressed, “really? This is a new shirt y’know.” He bitched and grumbled knowing damn well he’d burn his entire closet just to lay down with you again.

So, he easily slid off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants before slipping on a pair of baggy old basketball shorts and crawling into bed with you. He didn’t touch you until you curled up against his chest.

Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

He knew you’d be pissed in the morning…but for now, he’d just bury his face in your hair and enjoy your scent like he used to.

“You really hurt me, y’know?” You murmured against his chest, eyes clothes.

“…I know.” Gojo could feel his heart restricting and his throat burning. That guilt coming back to eat him up, just like it always did.

“I missed you so much… still do. I wish you’d never ruined what we’d had,” Your eyes opened, but only halfway as you let your drunken thoughts spill as they pleased. “I still love you though, think I always will.”

Gojo let out a shaky breath, “I love you too, pretty. I’ll make it up to you, even if takes the next hundred years. I won’t let you go.”

He could feel your smile against his chest and the way you just melted against him. His own eyes threatened to tear up, but he only held you tighter and closer.

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