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Yan!Gojo and Yan!Geto Pt3!! ฅ^·ﻌ·^ฅ

A/N: I didn't know which plotline was better (sorcerer!reader or nonsorcerer!reader), so I'll be making two plotlines in different posts!

CW: death

This is the non!sorcerer reader plotline!!

Yan!Gojo who after the kfc incident swore to himself to keep you away from Geto (it didn't work), paranoid that Suguru would try to brainwash you into thinking that what he's doing is right. He keeps you near him all the time, in his house, jujutsu high, or your apartment, he's not letting you out of his sight.

Yan!Geto who couldn't bring himself to kill you, he did so with his parents, why would someone like you be difficult to him? But for some reason his fingers trembled when he tried to summon a curse to exterminate you, like his soul was trying it's best to fight back against his rotten mindset. And so, he spares you. Of course you mostly spend your days with Gojo, but when that slim chance the blue eyed sorcerer slips up the schedule, he takes you for the afternoon.

Yan!Gojo whose way clingier than Geto, it's like his mind just bumped up the clinginess after teenage years. Whether it'd be hugging you tight, or holding your hand like you're almost falling off a cliff, Satoru isn't letting Suguru have a chance to sweep you to his side again. He's almost tempted to handcuff you to his hand. And if you ever try to push away, expect to feel like your bones have been crushed.

Yan!Geto who convinces you that you're different than those monkeys, that heaven had made you itself, you weren't a non-sorcerer, you were human. If the chance of grabbing you from Satoru's grasp comes, expect to be pampered and cherished. You'll get to talk about the old times, play some board games, though he does cover your eyes whenever dealing with a curse collecting monkey. You don't need those lovely eyes see disgusting filth turn grosser! Just look at him while the curses do their job.

ps: I know this is a short one but I just gained the motivation to post on Tumblr again :)

Can you please do Yandere Gojo where his darling accidentally finds his stalker wall where he has all his pictures of them

of course! ty for requesting, enjoy!

Black Roses, in the Middle of an Altar.

a/n: idk why almost everything I write about somehow has coffee in it, I don't even like it lol

type: yandere oneshot

cw: worship (towards reader), gn!reader, yan!satoru, stalking, candid photos, knocking out (towards reader), creepiness, delusional!satoru

word count: 637

Satoru hummed your favorite song as he placed the plastic bottle you drank from in the shrine, another sacred item you bestowed your DNA on. He couldn't be any happier to have another thing you had the honor to bless him with this! Well, not really, he took it from the trashcan after you threw it away. A photo of you, the best one, was right in the middle, shining away all of the other pictures, and a table for everything Satoru is lucky to get his hands on. Napkins, empty water bottles, your mug (which he drinks from everyday), and a shirt he stole from your closet!

Oh, how he wished to see you smile at him. To see your pearly whites beam at him, he's sure he'd melt. Yet you're just another citizen, one who barely knows who he is. But that's alright for Satoru! You can just know him as "the-white-haired-dude-who-seems-to-love-and-do-everything-that-you-like"! He'll be fine with that either way. Little by little, Gojo will have you.

"I'm surprised you know this café, Gojo!" You chirped in delight, holding a fragrant coffee. How did Gojo know this was your favorite coffee shop? It wasn't well-known, only locals and curious tourists who looked further than famous crowded places. It was probably just pure luck...

"I just saw it and I immediately knew you'd like it. I had no idea you even knew of this place!" Satoru lied, his tone slightly straining, annoyed that you two were still in last-name basis. Has he not done enough? Has he not been taking you in enough dates hangouts? Oh well. He drowned his lips in affogato, the bittersweet filling just the right amount of sugar and caffeine in his heart. "Say, how about you visit my house? I have a limited edition brew of the coffee you're drinking right now. I have enough to make a batch for the both of us." He'd been drinking it regularly, thinking it'd bloom the roots of your soon-to-be relationship.

"I'd love to!" You agreed, thinking this was just another attempt that Gojo was making to get you to hang out with him longer. Not that you didn't mind the clinginess, you just never saw someone so interested in hanging out with you for so long (no shade!!).

Before you knew it, you were sitting in a dining table, laughing it up with the strongest with fresh brew. Black roses sat in the middle of the table, though it didn't fit the aesthetic, why would there be gothic looks in a clean modern house? Maybe it's just a preference. You shouldn't be so judgy.

"I need to go to the bathroom, do you mind telling me where it is?" You asked, putting down your coffee.

"Of course, it's just right down the hall." Satoru vaguely waved to the direction.

It felt like a completely different aura in the hallway, creepy, cold. Like everything in your body was telling not to, your legs felt the need to run away, but you marched on. The floor creaked, it was quiet, endless. This must be the door, right? It's the only one you can really think is for a bathroom. You open the door.

You're sleeping. You're working. You're eating. All these memories should only be kept to yourself, you lived alone. But you're right here, in all these photos. And those same dreaded roses that look like the night sky itself in the midst of an altar. Dedicated to you. To show worship towards you.

Satoru. Has. Been. Stalking. You-

"So you found it." He mutters with disappointment, you don't dare look back. He wasn't dumb, he knew where you stumbled upon the moment you entered the room. He has the six eyes after all. "That's alright, I'll be something more to you."

Goodnight, Y/N.

Hello First timer here , May I humbly request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein their SO tries to escape but they are very sick so they barely went far.

of course! thank you for your request!

Overtime.

a/n: sorry this was short, I don't know how to write nanami well

cw: sick!gn!reader, kidnapping, tying up, escape, yan!nanami

word count: 321

What a pain, Nanami thought as he walked the forest with little to no concern, he knew you weren't going far, not when your bones betray you every chance they get. You had far less stamina than him, not to mention you weren't even a sorcerer, you probably thought you outsmarted him for escaping when he's at work. How stupid.

Your feet felt like they were going to crush, your lungs barely capable of keeping up with the amount of oxygen you needed. No, get away. Even if you cough up blood, it's better than being with that monster. You still remember when your life was stripped away of freedom, when that blonde man you thought was rather odd knocked you out in a fell swoop.

Crack.

Thud.

No. No. No. No. Get up, was what your brain told your muscles, to get up and reach the city. Crawl. Your hands gripped the grass, dragging yourself in the dark forest. You can't let your life be wasted like this, to be some weirdo's (not really, he treats you like royalty and respects your space) darling. The city lights are so bright. So, so comforting.

"There you are." Nanami muttered behind you, you looked back. You were barely close to escaping, the city's lights were just false hope.

You kick, you scream, your eyes almost tearing up with denial that he found you. That your plan was shattered in mere seconds, your legs felt like bricks, bricks that weighed tons.

"Stop moving so much, you're gonna get worse." The blonde chided, easily picking you up by the scruff of your shirt, like you were nothing but a simple nuisance to be dealt with.

"Open wide." You did the opposite, refusing to eat the curry rice that looked so delicious. "You're not gonna be able to escape if you don't eat. If you do, I'll let you out of the cuffs." He bargained, offering a spoonful of curry into your mouth. Reluctantly, you ate.

Nanami didn't need your reassurance though, all he needed was for your body to betray itself once again. It was a two-on-one here.

Yan!Satoru and Yan!Suguru!! (>ω<)

A/N: reqs are open!!

CW: Overbearingness, stalking, lying, gn!reader, murder

Word count: 450

Yan!Satoru who is overbearing towards you all the time, sorcerer or not, you're his (not really responsible for) responsibility! He's the strongest, not the wisest, and the most handsome! Why do you want to listen to someone that isn't him?? Satoru is always sticking his nose where it isn't supposed to be! Your house is going to be inspected by the inch (to know your interests and more about you), your wardrobe is going to be judged thoroughly, just in case you need an entire new one.

Yan!Suguru who, though not as overbearing as Satoru, still seems to be everywhere. You're going to the grocery shop to help your mom? No worries, he can help you carry everything, no need to hurt your precious fingers with those heavy plastic bags. You're planning to travel to [insert random place in japan], that place is crawling with cursed spirits (no, it isn't)! Let him go with you! But like Satoru, Geto will be inspecting everything you like or not, even keeping a prized list for events he can give you a gift on.

Yan!SatoSugu who have some kind of love rivalry, it's not one where they hate each other, just an one upping competition or a 'who can find more stuff about Y/N than the other' competition. (it was a tie, they're both stalkers.) They also both spoil you to no end, their jobs as sorcerers pay them well, and who else to be their reason to blow money off their wallets? Clothes, expensive dinners, gifts, anything you could imagine.

Yan!SatoSugu who intimidates anyone who even tries to start any relationship with you. Who wouldn't be intimidated by a sorcerer who is quite literally the honored one, and the other who can somewhat par with said honored one? With non-sorcerers, though, it'd be a little more difficult. No worries! Even if they continue because they aren't intimidated by some teens in weird uniforms, Satoru's and Suguru's powers aren't for show! Though, they won't deal with them if you're there, no need for you to see the grotesque form as what Satoru calls them; 'unwanted attention seeker' took!

Yan!SatoSugu who met you at their favorite cafe, seeing your warm smile greet them when the doorbell rang. Honestly they felt like they were in a J-Drama Romance! And how you recognized them when they visited again (who wouldn't with Satoru's blue eyes that stare into your soul are…beautiful?), they never felt butterflies in their chest like this. Satoru finally got the courage to ask for your number after 10 minutes of processing with Suguru, which you happily gave. And that's practically how the friendship (on your end) started.

Been reading the jjk manga lately and OMG Choso was already my fav but in the manga he gets so much better and then Higuruma showed up and DAMN

I think I may have a thing for tired, depressed men

please help me find a specific piece of gojo fanart

it's a couple of pictures of gojo doing mundane stuff, there's one of him cooking, one of him sending tiktoks to nanami, one of nanami sleeping and him snoring like a freight train, and there's one where gojo's eating alone with the caption "the strongest".

I USED TO SEE IT EVERYWHERE (i think, or maybe i just kept seeing it whenever i'd scroll through my tags and stuff) AND NOW I CANT FIND IT AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE i need to find it again pls help

little gay boy

Me: *finally reading the jjk manga and one panel away from Toji*

Me: "I wonder when I'll see Toji"

Me: *sees Toji* *chokes on apple*

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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Implied yandere themes at the end, implied non-con threat, light physical abuse.

Summary: After leaving work early in the morning with an empty stomach, you stop at a gas station for a quick meal but instead get more than you bargained for.

W/C: 1.3k+

You continue to walk through the dark empty streets of the night with a pain in your stomach, reminding you of how your lunch had gone bad, leaving you unable to eat. You could’ve walked to the nearest place where you could buy the closest thing to food, but it would’ve taken over half of your lunch break just to get to the food, not to mention having to wait for it, it would’ve been too late by then and unfortunately, your boss was in a bad mood already- well, they always were.

Putting your faith in the large meal you had before work to pull you through the rest of the day proved to be a wrong choice. You quicken your pace to reach sooner the gas station you’ve come across many times, already feeling relieved as soon as it comes into sight in the distance. After what feels like an eternity, you finally reach the doors, pushing one open for you to pass. “Good morning.” You nonchalantly greet the cashier who gawks at you as soon as your back is to them.

You easily find your way to the ‘quick meals’ section, pick something out and ready it for the microwave. While your food spins in the small space, you take your time to wander through the isles on the left, quickly regretting it due to your growing hunger urging you to buy everything that catches your eye. As you take your last turn, you realize you're alone with the cashier, nothing really coming to your mind until you walk back to the microwave, noticing the disgusting stare they give you.

You stand in a proper position to keep them in your peripherals while staring at the numbers, wishing they would go by faster. Your pleads fall on deaf ears, noticing that even worst, the cashier leaves their spot and approaches you. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Their voice asks. “Nothing.” Your tone gives a clear sign of being uninterested, hoping that they’ll get the hint and leave.

You manage to block out the noise of their voice, feeling worry clouding your mind when you notice how close they’re standing to you. You visibly take a step further from them, once again hoping that they’ll leave you, but they seem to have no problem carrying the one-sided conversation while following your migrating form. Their hand falls on your shoulder for you to push it off only for it to find its way to your lower back instead, now having to shove it away.

“Do not touch me.” You look up at the larger figure. “Oh come on, clearly, I’m-” Their threat gets interrupted with the door opening behind the two of you. You look at the taller man and take notice of his dark purple clothes, nearly black with pure white hair and even more noticeable, the black blindfold covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered, he seems to have no problem walking through the isles and grabbing a few things in his free hand, the other one holding a duffle bag.

“Listen,” The cashier continues the conversation in a hushed voice as soon as the other man is out of sight, squeezing your shoulder painfully. “I’m clearly the bigger one here, so play nice and stick around until this asshole leaves.” They release your shoulder as the microwave dings. You lower your head and glance behind you, seeing a peek of the white hair over the isles. You sprint as quick as you can to the other man with the cashier after you, slowing your rushed pace once you take a turn with the tall man in your sight.

“Oh my god! It’s been so long I wasn’t sure it was you! How have you been?” You try your best to sound convincing and pick up a conversation with the stranger who moves to stand straight to face you, his glance to the cashier behind you being blocked by his blindfold. “… Now I remember you!” He plasters a more than convincing smile on his face as opposed to the neutral expression he had.

“It’s been so long! No wonder you looked familiar!” He gushes with an upbeat attitude while you thank the stars for the man following the lead. “What are you doing here?” You ask with a smile. “Just a quick stop before I head home, I had a long work trip.” He responds while the cashier leaves with an angry expression. “You want me to walk you home?” He gives you a warm smile while you briefly eye his bag, wondering if he really was on a work trip.

“Yeah.” You answer, your facade falling for a split second, still not feeling comfortable with the man but he seemed like a better option, at least on the surface. “How have you been? What are you doing here so early in the morning?” He continues to the conversation, waving a hand over as he passes you, signaling you to follow behind him. “My lunch went bad at work, I didn’t think I’d make it home.” You explain, eyeing his odd form.

You acknowledge his height even more when he’s forced to crouch down to pick up something on the lower shelves. “Oh man, that must’ve sucked.” He tries to console while you eye the way he spreads his legs unnecessarily far apart, making you wonder if it’s a habit. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” You say, taking a few seconds to come up with something else to continue to conversation. “So, why were you on a work trip?” You ask as he stands.

“Oh, you know how the higher ups get on me, it seems I can’t catch a break.” He walks you to the microwave. “I’m just glad I’m seeing my kids again.” He adds after pointing at the microwave, reminding you of your food. “You have kids?” You ask as you take your food out. “I might as well, they’re my students.” He walks with you to the register. You continue to question his answers in your head, gathering that he’s some sort of teacher, now wondering what kind of a teacher goes to work trips?

Maybe he was actually finding it hard to keep up with a facade. “I’ve got three of them, they’ve really been improving.” He sets his items on the counter. “What about you? You got any kids?” He asks. “No, I’m too busy with work anyway.” You see him pay for his items. “When was the last time you took a break?” He comments while you pay for your food. “It’s been a while.” You admit, following him to the exit and giving him a small ‘thank you’ when he opens the door for you, exiting behind you.

“… So, do you mind me asking what you were doing out at two in the morning?” He continues, trying to comfort you with a smile. “… My food went bad at work.” You repeat. “You weren’t lying then, well, neither was I, I just got back from a work trip.” He says, giving you a feeling that he appreciates your honesty. “A work trip as a teacher?” You question after taking a large bite from your food.

“Yeah, it’s a little weird. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to come back, one of my students might as well be my actual kid, I wanted to see him again.” He explains, easing a little your worry. “Now, are you sure you want me to walk you home, or do you want to take it from here?” He asks. “It’s okay, I can take it from here, I don’t want to keep you from your kid. Thank you so much.” You thank. “Are you sure? My kid’s safe at home, but you’re quite exposed out here.” He insists.

“If it’s not too much of a bother,” “Not at all! I’d feel better knowing you’re at home and safe as well.” He assures. “Thank you so much.” You bow. “There’s no need for that.” He follows your lead in the direction you’re walking. “Just please consider changing your shift, I’d hate for you to deal with more people like them.” He suggests to which you agree with a smile, unknowingly creating another creep.

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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, somewhat non-con, implied panty-stealing, implied male masturbation.

Summary: Gojo decides to make a few last minute changes in your artificial insemination.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Okay, thank you, you too, bye bye.” You bid farewell over the phone while the apartment door opens in the background before you hang up, letting out a noise of excitement. “What was that? I didn’t know humans could make that noise.” Your roommate jokes as he enters the kitchen area. “Gojo! I just got off the phone with the facility, someone just cancelled and they gave me their spot! I’m going in tomorrow!” You enthusiastically explain, unaware of the way his smile falters, replaced by a frown.

Tomorrow? That’s too early for him. He’s been too busy to make his move, and despite still being busy; he has to make the time now. “I’m finally gonna be a mom!” You add with the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “That’s amazing!” He quickly composes himself, burning with rage inside. “Though, to tell you the truth… you don’t need artificial insemination to have a kid of your own.” He comments.

“I know, but I don’t exactly have a volunteer, and knowing the dad of my kid sounds like a hassle.” You roll your eyes at the end. Of course it’d be a hassle, you hate relationships, it’s the whole reason why Gojo’s had to tone down his insistence on taking you out, at least he doesn’t have to worry about someone else stealing you away. “Well, if you need a volunteer, I’m right here.” He gives you a thumb up, pulling his blindfold up from the side to let you see him winking at you with a goofy smile.

“Come on now, that joke’s gotten old. You know I’d never do that.” Your voice turns serious, annoyed at him for repeating himself. He feels a sharp pain in his stomach with his rage boiling hotter, forced to maintain his front. “Relax, of course I know that. Anyway, I just dropped by for a quick shower before heading out again.” He moves towards the exit of the kitchen. “What’s it about this time?” You ask.

“Just the higher ups with the same problems, nothing to worry about.” He waves a hand dismissively as he heads to his room, locking the door behind him before unzipping his pants with a hand reaching into his drawer for a used pair of your underwear.

~.~

“Good evening, I’d like to speak to Dr. Tanaka.” Gojo stands at reception. “Do you have an appointment with him?” The receptionist asks. “No, but he’ll want to hear this.” Gojo assures. “I’m sorry but Dr. Tanaka is very strict in regards t- Hey! You can’t do that!” She shouts when Gojo snatches a paper that informs him of his whereabouts. “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” He tosses the paper behind him nonchalantly, walking through the halls of the facility you’re scheduled to go to the next day.

“Dr. Tanaka!” Gojo bursts through the door, seeing him sat at a desk with a patient, startling them. “It’s so good to see you again, I’m sorry to burst through but I have something very important to tell you.” He continues speaking. “What the hell are you talking about?! I don’t know you! Get out!” The doctor shouts at him, having stood up from his seat. “Don’t worry miss, this’ll only take a few minutes.” Gojo directs out the older patient.

“What are you doing?! Who the hell are you?!” The doctor continues to shout as he shuts the door. “Now that we’re alone,” He locks the door, dropping his smile. “Let’s get to the point.” He turns around. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but-!” The doctor marches up to him before being interrupted. “Listen,” Gojo sternly states, completely dropping his facade, the rage and anger he’s been feeling since you gave him the news finally surfacing.

“This is what’s going to happen, tomorrow, a woman is going to come in for an artificial insemination, I don’t care what donor you had in line, you’re going to give her this one instead.” He explains, holding up a closed container filled to the brim with his cum. The doctor stares in fear at the anger Gojo emanates but manages to compose himself enough. “A- And why would I do that?” He cautiously asks.

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Gojo picks him up by his collar, staring him down for long enough until he feels him give in. Gojo releases him from his hold and hands him the container, plastering another smile on his face. “Now then, I’m glad we were able to get to an agreement, I’ll see you tomorrow doctor.” He slaps a wad of cash onto his hand, turning around to open the door. “Oh, and while you’re at it doctor, get a woman to do it.” He stands at the doorway.

“Wait, how will I know who to give this to?” The doctor asks. “You will.” Gojo looks behind him before leaving.

~.~

“It’s alright, you’re going to be fine.” Gojo assures you while holding your hands in his, seeing you take deep breaths in the waiting room of the facility. “I know, I just feel nervous all of the sudden.” You smile nervously, quickly followed by the call of your name. “Here!” You shoot up. “This way please.” The soft voice directs you with Gojo following behind with a comforting hand resting on your shoulder.

“Here.” You reach your stop, having the door opened for you as you give a small ‘thank you’. You walk in with Gojo behind you, shutting the door while giving the doctor a certain smile, causing him to swallow thickly at the memory of his threat. “Please excuse me.” The doctor stands as you and Gojo take a seat, quickly exiting the room. “Well that’s rude, why did he call us in if he wasn’t ready?” You complain, anxious to get the procedure started.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He smiles to himself. You wait for a couple of minutes in silence before somebody finally returns to the room with a knock. “Good morning, I’ll be attending you today.” The woman’s voice says, introducing herself with her name. “I thought Dr. Tanaka was-” “There’s no need to worry about that.” She assures, closing the door. “Now, let’s get started.” She states and in just a matter of minutes, you’re laying flat wearing scrubs for hospital patients.

“Will it hurt?” You ask the doctor. “Not at all, it’s completely painless.” She answers while Gojo squeezes your hand in a reassuring manner. In just a few more seconds, you’ll be filled with him, just the thought alone makes his pants tighten. “Now, I’ll insert the tube.” She warns. “Okay.” You agree, expecting at least a little pain considering that the tube is meant to go through your cervix, but it never comes, after all, it is a small tube.

You only feel something reach your cervix but not much afterwards, not until you feel the liquid go in. The way your eyes widen in surprise informs Gojo of what’s happening and he’s forced to contain a moan at the look on your face. You make a small cringe expression with your face at the odd feeling but soon enough, it’s over. “All done, please remain in your horizontal position for at least 15 minutes to let the sperm work. I’ll be back in half an hour.” She explains, standing from her position and leaving.

“That’s it?” You ask after the door closes. “Well, I guess it really was a simple procedure.” Gojo comments. “How do you feel?” He looks over at you, trying to contain a smile that would only scare you. “Weird, it’s hard to explain…” You focus on the still unfamiliar sensation. “Are you sure it didn’t hurt?” He asks. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just wish I’d asked her if I can lower my legs.” You look at your raised legs. “You should leave them up just in case.” He suggests.

“Yeah… I can’t believe I’m gonna be a mom.”

~.~

You stare at the newborn in your weak arms with as much confusion as you can muster after the brutal hours of birth, still trying to catch your breath. As a pair of stronger arms find their way under your own shaky ones to offer aid, the newborn continues to stare at you with its bright blue eyes, pristine white lashes kissing its cheeks with every blink as it takes a gentle hold at the finger offered by its father, seeing him offering a bright smile.

I’m literally begging someone to make a fanfic about true form Sukuna but like that mouth on his stomach is doing freaky things to reader😛🤤

I KEEP SEEING FANART AND IM LIKE WHY HAD NOBODY MADE A FANFIC ABOUT THAT MOUTH HE HAS ON HIS STOMACH BECAUSE ITS GOT A TONGUE!?

holy shit i'm fucking desperateeee helpppp😭😭

i've been trying to find that one post where reader/you is like, uh, a maid in a cafe(?) type shi. and like, it's interactive? the reader gets to choose their dialogues and stuff, like, if they don't want the options given, they can type out their own response too. it's a jjk fic btw. where gojo and geto go to the cafe being treated by server reader and all that. idk the set timeline(haven't gone far yet) but i know damn well that geto was wearing his signature robe(???? idk😭😭 I'm lost, pls don't kill me.) or some shit, idk anymoreee. pleaseee hep and let me knowww.

im desperate.

Satoru doesn’t stop moving.

He doesn’t stop to think, doesn’t stop to breathe—he just searches.

Because if he stops, if he lets himself feel for even a second, the panic clawing at his chest will eat him alive.

He doesn’t remember how long he’s been looking when he sees you.

Right there.

In front of a KFC.

The world stills.

His pulse hammers in his ears, and for a second—just a second—he swears he’s back in Shinjuku, back in the rain, back in front of Suguru.

Suguru, standing there like he had already made his decision.

Suguru, looking at him with that quiet, empty expression, like he was already gone.

Satoru blinks, and it’s you.

Standing alone in front of the restaurant, staring at nothing, hands stuffed in your pockets.

You’re not hurt. Not scared. Not running.

Just… standing.

Like you don’t even realise three weeks have passed.

Like you don’t realize you’ve disappeared.

Something twists in his gut.

For a moment, he doesn’t move.

He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.

You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”

You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”

That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”

It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.

He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.

He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,

“You gonna behave while I read?”

You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.

His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”

He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.

“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.

So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.

Still, he doesn’t say anything.

You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.

“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”

You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.

“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”

“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”

His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.

Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”

You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.

He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.

Still, you don’t stop.

You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.

So you pull back.

Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.

And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.

This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.

You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.

But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.

Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.

He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.

You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.

And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.

His book is tossed aside without a second thought.

Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.

Then, he moves.

He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.

His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.

He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.

You can’t look away.

A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.

Behind you, he notices.

His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.

You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.

"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"

His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.

So are you.

Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—

His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

Only then does he let go.

With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.

Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.

"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."

A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.

But he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.

You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.

"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.

The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—

A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.

At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.

Your breath hitches.

"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."

The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”

Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.

He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.

Not enough to deny himself this.

His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.

“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”

He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.

“—so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.

"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."

Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.

Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.

"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."

His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."

And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.

The car ride is silent—dangerously so. His hands grip the steering wheel tight, jaw set, eyes locked on the road, but you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. You push your luck, shifting in your seat, letting the hem of your dress ride up just a little more, just enough for him to notice.

He does.

His knuckles turn white, and that muscle in his jaw ticks. His possessiveness always simmers beneath the surface, but tonight, you poured gasoline over it. Letting another man get too close, laughing a little too sweetly at a joke that wasn’t even funny, brushing your fingers over someone’s arm like you didn’t already belong to him.

So now he says nothing. And somehow, that’s even better.

“Are you mad?” you ask, tilting your head, voice teasing, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He doesn’t answer. Just flicks his eyes toward you.

That’s fine. You like a challenge.

Your gaze drops, tracing the shape of him beneath his slacks, the way his pants strained left little to the imagination, and you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. He catches you looking, and his breath comes out sharper, hands tightening on the wheel.

“Stop” he mutters, but there’s no real authority behind it.

You bite your lip. “What?”

The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s debating whether to punish you with silence or pull over and make you regret every second of your little game. His patience snaps first.

The car jerks to the side, tires skidding slightly as he pulls into a secluded area off the road. The moment the engine shuts off, he’s turning to you, fingers curling around your thigh, thumb pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You think it’s funny, teasing me like that?” His voice is rough, thick with barely restrained control.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.” You say it without shame, letting your eyes drag down the length of him again, lingering on his lap.

Something in him breaks.

He tugs you forward with ease, pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of him. His hands grip your hips, rough and demanding, dragging you down so you can feel all of him, thick and heavy beneath you.

Your dress rides up, pooling around your thighs, and his hands waste no time slipping beneath it, fingers pressing into your skin, possessive, claiming. You barely have a second to process the shift before his lips are on your throat, teeth grazing, breath fanning, sucking a mark too close to your chin and low from your face that will be impossible to hide.

You shudder, fingers threading through his hair, but he isn’t done.

A hand slides up your back, tugging at the zipper of your dress, he pulled the fabric down your shoulders, exposing more skin to his hungry gaze.

His palms cupped your breasts, fingers teasing over sensitive peaks before his lips replaced them, warm and wet, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. you arch into him, pressing yourself closer, chasing more.

His teeth scrape against your collarbone, and before you can let out a full whimper, a sharp smack lands on your ass.

You jolt, a soft gasp leaving your lips, and his smirk is nothing short of sinful. “Now is when you want to behave?” he asks, voice teasing.

Your only answer is the way your hips roll against him, feeling how hard he is beneath you. Oh, how much he wants to wreck you for every second you made him jealous tonight. He grips your hips, guiding you, forcing you to move just how he wants, shifting your weight, he maneuvered you onto one of his thighs, pressing his hands against your hips.

The pressure against your core made you whimper, and he guided you, slow and deliberate, making you move against him.

The windows fog. The air turns thick.

And the way he looks at you? Like he’s going to leave proof of his name on every inch of your skin?

You think maybe, riling him up was the best decision you’ve ever made.

The moment he stumbles into the apartment, you can tell he’s completely, utterly wasted. His shirt is wrinkled, one side untucked, and his hair is an absolute mess, strands sticking to his forehead. and there's a lazy, lascivious grin on his face as he sways toward you.

“Baaaaby,” he drags out the word as if it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said, arms already reaching for you before he even makes it across the room. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.”

You barely have time to respond before he crashes into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his weight forcing you a step back. He noses at your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin before he presses a messy, lingering kiss just under your jaw.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, voice thick with intoxication. His lips trail sloppily along your jaw, missing his mark more than once. “I was thinking about you the whole time. Didn’t wanna drink, didn’t wanna talk—just wanted you.”

You exhale, half amused, half overwhelmed by how affectionate he gets when he’s like this. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m in love,” he corrects, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, pupils blown out as he drinks you in. “So, so in love with you.”

“I thought about you the whole time. Even when they were talking about boring stuff, I was just thinking about you, and your pretty face, and your hair, and—and—” He hiccups, giggles, then kisses your cheek sloppily, missing his target entirely.

And then he kisses your lips, like he’s trying to make up for all the time he spent away. His lips are warm, a little sloppy, a little desperate, and when his tongue swipes against yours, you can taste the faint burn of whiskey.

“Mm, I love kissing you,” he mumbles against your skin. His hands slip down to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. “Like, so much. I could do this forever.”

“You’ll regret it in the morning,” you tease, but he shakes his head wildly, pressing more kisses wherever he can reach.

“Nuh-uh,” he insists. “I’d regret not kissing you. That’s way worse.”

He groans into the kiss, fingers tangling into your hair as he backs you toward the bedroom. He’s trying so hard to be in control, to take the lead—pressing you up against the wall, hands gripping your waist as his mouth moves hungrily against yours. But he’s a mess. A beautiful, intoxicating mess. His lips miss their mark, his teeth graze too hard, and he keeps mumbling your name between kisses like he can’t bear to stop.

When you finally reach the bedroom, he tries to spin you around, guiding you onto the bed—but the second he pulls away to do so, he loses balance. His legs give out beneath him, and he stumbles backward onto the mattress with a dazed look on his face.

You can’t help but laugh. “Smooth.”

“Shh, c’mere,” he slurs, arms reaching for you like a needy child. And you do—crawling over him, straddling his hips as he lets out a breathy moan at the contact. His hands slide down your back, gripping your waistband, and with a drunken sort of determination, he tries to guide your hips against his. He rocks his hips up harshly once, making you fall onto him, kissing you.

“Feel that?” he murmurs against your lips, eyes dark and heavy. “S’all for you.”

You do feel it—the hard press of his arousal beneath you. He rocks your hips against him, slow and lazy, groaning softly at the friction. His fingers dig into your waist, gripping, guiding, needy. His kisses turn even sloppier, missing your lips entirely at times, trailing down your chin, your jaw, your neck.

But then, just as the heat between you starts to build, his movements slow. His grip loosens. His kisses falter. And before you even realize what’s happening, his head falls back against the pillows, breath steadying, lips slightly parted in sleep.

You blink down at him, still straddling his hips, your body burning from the half-finished tension he just left you with.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A soft snore is his only response.

For a moment, you just stare. Then you sigh, running a hand through your hair before shaking your head with a quiet laugh. You should be frustrated. You should be annoyed. But looking at him like this—his lips still pink and swollen from kissing you, his brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his arms still loosely resting around your waist—you can’t bring yourself to be mad.

Instead, you press a soft kiss to his temple before carefully shifting off of him, pulling the blankets up over both of you.

“Idiot” you murmur, but the fondness in your voice betrays you.

And despite the ache he left you with, you fall asleep smiling, tangled up in the warmth of him.

We found Gojo!

i was informed it didn't appear in the ff hashtags saur let me try again😓!!

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ bad habits ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, smoking, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: every other day

word count: 8,958

chapter - iii.

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🎼chapter: iii. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

each inhale pulls the air like tides, drowning in the depths of existence, struggling to resurface with each exhale

that's what you're currently feeling right now, currently in your tights and leotards you felt cold, freezing even

as the sun dipped down below the horizon it casted a warm, golden glow in the school’s studio windows - it was a complete opposite contrast to how you were currently feeling

your lungs felt like they were being filled with deep ocean water, tormenting you against the warm and soft glow of the sun’s fading light

you kept stretching your body’s limits, feeling as if you weren't precise enough, you weren't elegant enough, you weren't doing it right - your body screamed as the aches started to kick in and you couldn't help but relieve in it

the aches served you the reaction you needed out of your body that you're doing just right, that you're already passed your limits

but no matter how much the aches in your body scream and protest you felt as if it was just never enough, you felt yourself drowning in the ocean of perfection you made yourself - with tears, blood, and sweat you spent so much time to make a single tide of your waves

then it happened, your moves were frantic you could feel your body reaching the climax it restricted you to - and you stopped

you could feel it, you could feel your entire body shaking and giving up on the goals and desires you so badly want to accomplish - it didn't help that you stayed later than everyone and it certainly didn't help how you feel like that extra time in was completely useless

you didn't know how you gotten this obsession of trying to perfect every move of your body, or the obsession of trying to be the best in the room when clearly you weren't

sighing at this, you started walking towards your bag before sitting down right beside it and untying your shoes off - you stared at your feet a couple of seconds before the feeling of pity started to kick in

you had a few bandaids attached to your feet because of accidentally falling or scraping them during practice, even though they can't be helped - you started to pack your things up before walking out of the campus

as you started to walk towards your dorm, you pulled out a cigarette out of your bag before frantically looking for your lighter which you clearly didn't have right now

you sighed the need to stabilize your breathing was making you shake, disappointment filling up your bones you continued to hold onto your cigarette before getting cut off by a voice

“need a light?” you turned around and saw Suguru not in his uniforms anymore, you faced your body towards him before gesturing a smile

“yea actually, got one?” you asked in which Suguru took out his lighter out of his bag before handing it to you, thanking him and covering your cigarette - you lit it up before giving it back

“i didn't know you smoked y/n, is it ‘cause of Shoko?” Suguru said as you took a long inhale, before puffing out the smoke away from him

“not exactly right, she did introduce smoking to me but it was ‘cause i asked her about it in the first place” you said smiling, before taking another inhale again finally feeling grounded after that incident earlier

“you should quit you know, they're bad for you and they might mess up your ballet stuff”

“you'd be surprised how many in our studio smoke, i could probably name the last few who doesn't” you said waving away the smoke, Suguru chuckled at this before gesturing towards a car behind him

“i’m actually heading towards our dorm, want a ride?” he asked, you shook your head no before replying

“thanks but my dorm’s quite near here, you be safe though” you said as you waved him bye and started walking towards your dorm

“you know, I overheard our teacher earlier mentioning a solo piece that would be performed in 3 months - maybe they'll set up audition posters today!” you were currently with shoko in your campus’ studio, you both were resting up for the next set of dance pieces you guys have to practice for

you turned to look at her intrigued in what she was gossiping with you about, before replying “wait really? maybe when we're done they'll tell us”

“exactly, the new piece will probably give you a lot of exposure since it'll be a solo” Shoko exclaimed, clearly showing you optimism that you should definitely audition for that role, you widen your eyes before gesturing a smiling towards her

“I don't know if I'll be able to actually get it though, but I will definitely try!” Shoko beamed at this before nodding at you - you were excited, even ecstatic, but then a dark cloud began to overshadow your thoughts

if i fail to grasp this, can i still recover from this disappointment? how will i be able to regain my composure and move on?

tides and waves, powerful and relentless, began to pull you under, threatening to drown you - you were struggling to breath, your body trembled, consumed by one singular thought

‘i need a smoke’

standing outside the campus building, leaning against a wall amidst turmoil and thoughts, you feel calm and peace

the feeling of drowning is long gone once you fill your lungs with another type of waves and air, your mind and body finally one again

you don't see a single dark tide clouding your eyes, no aches haunting you from the aftermath of your doings, no feet hurting from constantly being on your tippy toes

you take one long inhale before exhaling a shaky breath of smoke, feeling your eyes start to see the world a lot more clearly

in the simple act of smoking, you find a brief escape from the chaos around you. The inhale, the exhale—the smoke's rhythm mirrors your own emotions, offering a short break from the turmoil within

amidst the quiet interlude, you allow yourself to simply exist, to be present in your body and in the moment.

it happened again, the wooden boards under your feet felt unfamiliar - your body felt stiff as a board and the aches in your body worsen overtime

you had bad days of course, everyone has, but why was this day so different from the rest? why were you currently looking at your bleeding feet and broken nails? the sight gave you a bitter taste every time you swallow, it felt like your own body was punishing you for all of these

for suddenly tripping over your spin, suddenly slipping during your leap, and not stretching or bending your body enough - it was just not your day at all

you sighed for the nth time this day, you were currently outside the campus building - sitting in a picnic table behind a big oak tree, smoke littered around the air and you felt your shoulder tenser than usual

you wanted to take another smoke break after a painful practice, but you suddenly felt all too aware of the pain in your feet and was shocked to see your feet bleeding

quickly disposing the cigarette, you started to rummage your bag looking for your bandage you always held onto - you've never had a serious injury before hence why the bandage was never opened until now

you didn't have any first aid kit equipment with you, so you decided it would be best to hide the injury from the open air and from getting any more damage than as it is

“why does it smell like smoke back here?” you almost jumped out of your seat, turning to look at the source that frighted you

“Gojo?” you titled an eyebrow at him, he was wearing what you would guess the extra pants and shirt he brought for after practices, sweatpants and a shirt that was showing his collarbones too much - on his arm was his bag that wasn't even properly zipped closed

“hey, i was on my way to see Shoko and stumbled upon you here! but man does seniors really use this hidden area as their smoke corner - the smell is burning my nose” Satoru said covering his nose with his other unoccupied hand, before rolling his eyes

“anyways, what are you doing here?” he added, approaching you before sitting down besides you in a respectable distance away

you turned back to your injured leg before facing him again “trying to bandage up my leg, also i was actually the one smoking my bad” you replied, tying together the last strands of the bandage

“you smoke?” was all he asked before wearing your shoes back on, you nodded at him before throwing your head back staring at the tree covering you from the sun’s light

“yea, actually i do… you gotta do something with the remaining adrenaline somehow” closing your eyes as you felt the smooth breeze brush pass you so tenderly, it almost felt like you were high

“you sound like a drug addict worn-out artist” Satoru stated, making you turn to him before chuckling at the annoyed face he was making

“i’m offended but that made me laugh, so you're forgiven” you cooed at him gesturing a smile, although his expression didn't change it made him look somewhat funnier

“making you offended was my only intentions, seriously I can't even stand the smell” he said waving his hand around trying to swat away the remainings of the smoke,

“why not do something more bearable like eating candies or drinking some energy drink?” he added, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ before replying

“smoking’s the only thing that has been working so far for me, but i only do it when practice’s been hell” Satoru nodded at this before placing placing his hand under his chin, displaying a thinking look

“like when your feet’s all bandaged up and shit?” he asked, you nodded at him before noticing his lips forming a pout

“did you at least treat it properly? it’s starting to bleed through it you know” you widen your eyes at this before looking down and noticing he was right, you didn't even noticed it

“i was planning to treat them once i got home, I don't have anything to take care of it right now” Satoru rolled his eyes before searching through his bag, and pulling out a betadine ointment and some cotton balls - shocked at this you looked at Satoru before asking

“why do you have these?” he scowled at you before placing you feet on top of his lap, making you face him

“athletes tend to get wounds and scars, hence why i bring these - i normally don't get them but Suguru always does” he replied, before untying your bandage off - once he saw the sight he grimaced and hissed through his teeth displaying a hurt expression

“you got beat up real bad, and you were waiting to get home to fix this?” he turned to look at you annoyed, you smiled at him in return before nodding

“the nurse’s office was a building away, my dorm’s a lot more close” you commented trying to brighten up Satoru but, unfortunately failing

silence started to engulf you both, as Satoru was directing all his focus on your open wounds and broken nails trying to be gentle as possible

“next time, when you get hurt try to at least ask someone to help, better yet - ask me” Satoru stared at you, he looked serious yet so gentle at the same time that you didn't know you replied unconsciously, as if agreeing to Satoru Gojo was second nature to you - so easy as if it was breathing

“i will, thank you Gojo”

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ bad habits ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning, commitment issues

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chapter - iii.

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🎼chapter: iii. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

each inhale pulls the air like tides, drowning in the depths of existence, struggling to resurface with each exhale

that's what you're currently feeling right now, currently in your tights and leotards you felt cold, freezing even

as the sun dipped down below the horizon it casted a warm, golden glow in the school’s studio windows - it was a complete opposite contrast to how you were currently feeling

your lungs felt like they were being filled with deep ocean water, tormenting you against the warm and soft glow of the sun’s fading light

you kept stretching your body’s limits, feeling as if you weren't precise enough, you weren't elegant enough, you weren't doing it right - your body screamed as the aches started to kick in and you couldn't help but relieve in it

the aches served you the reaction you needed out of your body that you're doing just right, that you're already passed your limits

but no matter how much the aches in your body scream and protest you felt as if it was just never enough, you felt yourself drowning in the ocean of perfection you made yourself - with tears, blood, and sweat you spent so much time to make a single tide of your waves

then it happened, your moves were frantic you could feel your body reaching the climax it restricted you to - and you stopped

you could feel it, you could feel your entire body shaking and giving up on the goals and desires you so badly want to accomplish - it didn't help that you stayed later than everyone and it certainly didn't help how you feel like that extra time in was completely useless

you didn't know how you gotten this obsession of trying to perfect every move of your body, or the obsession of trying to be the best in the room when clearly you weren't

sighing at this, you started walking towards your bag before sitting down right beside it and untying your shoes off - you stared at your feet a couple of seconds before the feeling of pity started to kick in

you had a few bandaids attached to your feet because of accidentally falling or scraping them during practice, even though they can't be helped - you started to pack your things up before walking out of the campus

as you started to walk towards your dorm, you pulled out a cigarette out of your bag before frantically looking for your lighter which you clearly didn't have right now

you sighed the need to stabilize your breathing was making you shake, disappointment filling up your bones you continued to hold onto your cigarette before getting cut off by a voice

“need a light?” you turned around and saw Suguru not in his uniforms anymore, you faced your body towards him before gesturing a smile

“yea actually, got one?” you asked in which Suguru took out his lighter out of his bag before handing it to you, thanking him and covering your cigarette - you lit it up before giving it back

“i didn't know you smoked y/n, is it ‘cause of Shoko?” Suguru said as you took a long inhale, before puffing out the smoke away from him

“not exactly right, she did introduce smoking to me but it was ‘cause i asked her about it in the first place” you said smiling, before taking another inhale again finally feeling grounded after that incident earlier

“you should quit you know, they're bad for you and they might mess up your ballet stuff”

“you'd be surprised how many in our studio smoke, i could probably name the last few who doesn't” you said waving away the smoke, Suguru chuckled at this before gesturing towards a car behind him

“i’m actually heading towards our dorm, want a ride?” he asked, you shook your head no before replying

“thanks but my dorm’s quite near here, you be safe though” you said as you waved him bye and started walking towards your dorm

“you know, I overheard our teacher earlier mentioning about solo piece - maybe they'll set up audition posters today!” you were currently with shoko in your campus’ studio, you both were resting up for the next set of dance pieces you guys have to practice for

you turned to look at her intrigued in what she was gossiping with you about, before replying “wait really? maybe when we're done they'll tell us”

“exactly, the new piece will probably give you a lot of exposure since it'll be a solo” Shoko exclaimed, clearly showing you optimism that you should definitely audition for that role, you widen your eyes before gesturing a smiling towards her

“I don't know if I'll be able to actually get it though, but I will definitely try!” Shoko beamed at this before nodding at you - you were excited, even ecstatic, but then a dark cloud began to overshadow your thoughts

if i fail to grasp this, can i still recover from this disappointment? how will i be able to regain my composure and move on?

tides and waves, powerful and relentless, began to pull you under, threatening to drown you - you were struggling to breath, your body trembled, consumed by one singular thought

‘i need a smoke’

standing outside the campus building, leaning against a wall amidst turmoil and thoughts, you feel calm and peace

the feeling of drowning is long gone once you fill your lungs with another type of waves and air, your mind and body finally one again

you don't see a single dark tide clouding your eyes, no aches haunting you from the aftermath of your doings, no feet hurting from constantly being on your tippy toes

you take one long inhale before exhaling a shaky breath of smoke, feeling your eyes start to see the world a lot more clearly

in the simple act of smoking, you find a brief escape from the chaos around you. The inhale, the exhale—the smoke's rhythm mirrors your own emotions, offering a short break from the turmoil within

amidst the quiet interlude, you allow yourself to simply exist, to be present in your body and in the moment.

it happened again, the wooden boards under your feet felt unfamiliar - your body felt stiff as a board and the aches in your body worsen overtime

you had bad days of course, everyone has, but why was this day so different from the rest? why were you currently looking at your bleeding feet and broken nails? the sight gave you a bitter taste every time you swallow, it felt like your own body was punishing you for all of these

for suddenly tripping over your spin, suddenly slipping during your leap, and not stretching or bending your body enough - it was just not your day at all

you sighed for the nth time this day, you were currently outside the campus building - sitting in a picnic table behind a big oak tree, smoke littered around the air and you felt your shoulder tenser than usual

you wanted to take another smoke break after a painful practice, but you suddenly felt all too aware of the pain in your feet and was shocked to see your feet bleeding

quickly disposing the cigarette, you started to rummage your bag looking for your bandage you always held onto - you've never had a serious injury before hence why the bandage was never opened until now

you didn't have any first aid kit equipment with you, so you decided it would be best to hide the injury from the open air and from getting any more damage than as it is

“why does it smell like smoke back here?” you almost jumped out of your seat, turning to look at the source that frighted you

“Gojo?” you titled an eyebrow at him, he was wearing what you would guess the extra pants and shirt he brought for after practices, sweatpants and a shirt that was showing his collarbones too much - on his arm was his bag that wasn't even properly zipped closed

“hey, i was on my way to see Shoko and stumbled upon you here! but man does seniors really use this hidden area as their smoke corner - the smell is burning my nose” Satoru said covering his nose with his other unoccupied hand, before rolling his eyes

“anyways, what are you doing here?” he added, approaching you before sitting down besides you in a respectable distance away

you turned back to your injured leg before facing him again “trying to bandage up my leg, also i was actually the one smoking my bad” you replied, tying together the last strands of the bandage

“you smoke?” was all he asked before wearing your shoes back on, you nodded at him before throwing your head back staring at the tree covering you from the sun’s light

“yea, actually i do… you gotta do something with the remaining adrenaline somehow” closing your eyes as you felt the smooth breeze brush pass you so tenderly, it almost felt like you were high

“you sound like a drug addict worn-out artist” Satoru stated, making you turn to him before chuckling at the annoyed face he was making

“i’m offended but that made me laugh, so you're forgiven” you cooed at him gesturing a smile, although his expression didn't change it made him look somewhat funnier

“making you offended was my only intentions, seriously I can't even stand the smell” he said waving his hand around trying to swat away the remainings of the smoke,

“why not do something more bearable like eating candies or drinking some energy drink?” he added, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ before replying

“smoking’s the only thing that has been working so far for me, but i only do it when practice’s been hell” Satoru nodded at this before placing placing his hand under his chin, displaying a thinking look

“like when your feet’s all bandaged up and shit?” he asked, you nodded at him before noticing his lips forming a pout

“did you at least treat it properly? it’s starting to bleed through it you know” you widen your eyes at this before looking down and noticing he was right, you didn't even noticed it

“i was planning to treat them once i got home, I don't have anything to take care of it right now” Satoru rolled his eyes before searching through his bag, and pulling out a betadine ointment and some cotton balls - shocked at this you looked at Satoru before asking

“why do you have these?” he scowled at you before placing you feet on top of his lap, making you face him

“athletes tend to get wounds and scars, hence why i bring these - i normally don't get them but Suguru always does” he replied, before untying your bandage off - once he saw the sight he grimaced and hissed through his teeth displaying a hurt expression

“you got beat up real bad, and you were waiting to get home to fix this?” he turned to look at you annoyed, you smiled at him in return before nodding

“the nurse’s office was a building away, my dorm’s a lot more close” you commented trying to brighten up Satoru but, unfortunately failing

silence started to engulf you both, as Satoru was directing all his focus on your open wounds and broken nails trying to be gentle as possible

“next time, when you get hurt try to at least ask someone to help, better yet - ask me” Satoru stared at you, he looked serious yet so gentle at the same time that you didn't know you replied unconsciously, as if agreeing to Satoru Gojo was second nature to you - so easy as if it was breathing

“i will, thank you Gojo”

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[author’s notes: yay new chapter^•^ also i haven't proofread this I'm sorry]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ introductions ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning, commitment issues

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chapter i.

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🎼chapter: i. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

10:14pm

feet clicking is the only thing you can hear right now,

after the performance earlier this evening, Shoko and you decided to immediately go home to your respective dorms

as you both walked towards the girl’s dorm Shoko suddenly received a text from someone, she stopped walking which you also did mindlessly - you stared back at her raising your brows

“hold on a sec, y/n” she said as she pulls her phone from her bag, she turned it on before shuffling her shoes back down onto her bag

“oh, my friends are inviting me to a party of theirs, seems like they won another game tonight” she said as she typed something on her phone,

“are you going?” you asked, as you tilted your head to the side curious whether she'll go or not

“hm.. yea i probably will, one of my friends’ is a bit insufferable when i decline his invites sometimes” she said as she placed her phone back, before shooting you a smile

“I'm definitely washing up first though, heaven knows how much I sweat” she said giggling, as she continue to walk towards the dorm as you follow-suit

“you wanna come along hm?” she turned her head towards you, as you shook your head ‘no’

“sorry, my feet are just killing me tonight. might be best if i stay and rest up” you replied, as you both went inside the elevator pressing on your respective floors

“can't argue with that, make sure to rest well alright? and take a bath before you treat your wounds, you'll feel much better afterwards” she said as the elevator signaled you both that you have arrived at Shoko’s floor, she smiled at you one last time before walking out

“say hi to Utahime for me, bye~” she waved at you, causing you to do the same gesture and nodding at her “i will, take care tonight”

the doors of the elevator finally closed as you took a deep breath and exhaled, you stared back at doors watching your reflection as you brush a few of your hair strands away from your face

ding!

as you got off and started walking towards your dorm, you suddenly feel super exhausted and took out your keys from your bag

opening the door to your dorm you were met with silence and lights that were dimly turned on, you knew Utahime was home since her shoes were in the front so you took a quick glance at the kitchen to check if she were there

no one and so, you started to walk towards your bedroom knowing she's probably in her room studying

you placed your bag onto your desk, as you started to look for your towel and head towards the bathroom

as you closed the door shut, you started to strip off your clothes and made sure to place it on your laundry basket and not mistaking it with Utahime’s

as you started the water making sure it's hot enough to ease the aches in your body, using your fingertips to check if it was just the right temperature

“y/n, are you home? is that you?” you heard Utahime’s voice outside the room, you turned to the door before replying

“yes i am Utahime, sorry i didn't see you earlier when i arrived” stepping in the shower, you sigh when you felt the hot water relieving you of the aches from today

“it's alright, hey do you want something to eat or drink? i haven't had dinner anyways, so i figured we should eat together” she said, as you turned to take your loofah and body soap

“i guess i could eat, that would be nice thank you” you said smiling at her gesture, as you started to rub your body with your loofah

“alright then, come out when you're done, okay? i'll be in the kitchen” she said as you heard her voice starting to fade away,

after changing onto your pj’s, you got out of your bedroom to meet utahime cooking some instant noodles with 2 bowls present

“oh by the way, Shoko told me to say hi to you” you said as you stood behind her watching her place the noodles on your respective bowls,

“oh that's nice, sorry i couldn't come to your show earlier. it's ‘cause of this crazy prof we have, i swear his favorite phrase would be probably be ‘the bell doesn't dismiss you does it?’ I'm pretty sure it does! he made the students who was supposed to use our classroom, wait 45 minutes outside” she said as she handed you your bowl, sitting down on your table before you follow-suit

“maybe someone should report that, didn't the students who waited outside had their teacher with them?” you asked as you both started to eat, she furrowed her brows before angrily slurping her noodles

“they didn't, they were supposed to film in that room and the worst part is that they had to send a 2 weeks notice permission slip for it!” you sympathize with the students, as you and Utahime continued to talk about each other’s days and other gossips or rant she had

“Shoko! You came, glad to see you!” Satoru watched as Shoko entered the sorority house, the loud music and blinding colorful lights causing her to hesitate, second-guessing her decision to come,

“yeah, I knew your bitch ass would complain if i didn't” she said as she took a deep sigh, she looked around and saw Satoru’s fellow teammates

“you’ve declined most of my party invites, of course I'd be upset!” Satoru said handing her a cup of some alcoholic drink she smiled at him, and then noticing the cup in his hands

“i thought you didn't drink?” Shoko said pointing towards the drink in, “it's not alcohol, just so you know” he replied pouting before gesturing her to follow him

they both arrived at the kitchen seeing Suguru there, pouring some drinks into his cup as he looked towards them and sending a smile at his two best friends

“you actually came, i for real thought you wouldn't have come” Suguru said as Shoko leaned against the counter beside him, being in-between the two men

“take it as my apology of some sort, also i’ve had enough of this buffon’s whinings” Shoko points at Satoru making the guy furrow his brows,

“is it my fault that I missed my other best friend?” Satoru pouted looking down at her making the other two chuckle, Shoko pinched his arm making him swat her hand away

“as if, you guys have your own hangouts and never invite me, scared I'll ruin your date huh?” Shoko teased making the two roll their eyes, before Suguru placed his hand on her shoulder

“we invited you a bunch before but you always complained ‘cause we always end up at the school’s court” Suguru said, sipping his own drink as a smirk formed in his face

“besides, now we both can watch Satoru be a man whore together” Satoru let out a dramatic gasp, as he held onto his chest

“why do you even consider me a man whore, i do not sleep with everyone you know?” he said, before pouring himself a drink once more “you may not be some sex god, but you're the living definition of a attention whore Satoru” Suguru replied, as Shoko nodded along while Satoru only sighed

“you two haven't been together for less than an hour and you guys are already ganging up on me, I'm leaving” he said dramatically leaving the kitchen, making the two roll their eyes at his theatrics

“oh yea, why have you been declining our invites anyway? got a boyfriend or something?” Suguru said, taking his hand off Shoko’s shoulders as he turned to face her

“no if I did, by the way, I'll kill him before he gets to tell me who i can and should hang out with.” she said turning to face Suguru, taking another sip of her drink before adding

“it's ‘cause i had a show earlier, can’t really party when your feet ache from practice. i’m not like you jocks, with your crazy stamina and shit” she said, tilting her head back staring at the ceiling before smiling

“also, i got a new friend from my ballet group. i guess she's rubbing onto me, always in a hurry to go home or practice at our studio” she said looking at Suguru again, making the male raise his eyebrows at her before chuckling

“well, she sounds like a real delight might come to your studio to see her myself”

walking to your first class in the morning after a night show was your least favorite thing in the world, the urge to sleep more and stay curled up in bed was incredibly tempting

getting through the first class was also a struggle, the professor would either not show up but make everyone sign an attendance sheet at his desk, or he would show up but refuse to teach

you sighed, knowing you still had one last class before you could go home - there were no practices today in consideration of last night’s performance

as you headed towards your final class of the day, you noticed the school’s coliseum was open, the sound of feet dragging and balls bouncing off the floor filled the air - you spotted a ball at the foot of the door and took it upon yourself to return it before sprinting to your class

as you bent down to pick up the ball, a tall figure loomed in front of you. you stood up, holding the ball with two hands, and looked up to see blue eyes and white hair, making you question the guy’s hair color choice.

“thanks!” he said, waiting for you to hand him the ball, which you did before nodding at him

he smiled and jogged back towards the court, you noticed he was still wearing his school uniform but without the blazer

peeking inside, you saw he was playing against a guy with black hair tied up - they were exchanging insults, making you raise your eyebrows before continuing to walk to your last class.

“Satoru~ doesn't your class start in like 10 minutes, aren't you going to head in?” Suguru said, as he passes the ball to Satoru

“what, trying to get rid of me Suguru? scared i’ll beat you even more huh?” he teased dribbling the ball before taking a shot in the 3 point liner, Suguru rolled his eyes before walking towards his bag and wearing his blazer on

“whatever man, i’ll be leaving first i’m going home” he said, as he turned to face Satoru who returned the ball back to the equipment room

Satoru scowled at this before walking towards his bag, and holding his blazer over his shoulder and wearing his sunglasses “should I just skip this class, it's my last one anyways”

“no Satoru, you've skipped at least 8 of this class this semester. pretty sure you're gonna end up being dropped, or worst retaking the class” Suguru said before walking towards the exit, as Satoru followed-suit

“ugh fine - guess i’ll listen to the wonders of computers” Satoru rolled his eyes before dabbing Suguru up, and walking towards his class’s building

as you arrived in your class, you finally took your sit down and started to open your phone before the teacher could arrive

you noticed that you had a few texts from Utahime and Shoko, which you made the decision to read later and placing your phone back to your bag

1 minute left

1 minute left before class can start and you noticed a lot of missing students today, you really wanted to skip this one out too but thinking back on the consequences you decide to shoo those thoughts away

the door in front opened, making you look to check if the teacher finally arrived only to meet that white haired dude again who looked quite unbothered by the fact he walked in through the front door reserved for the teacher

he then started to walk towards the back of the classes but then stopping besides you, you had your attention to the computer in front of you trying to turn it on, so you didn't notice that he bent down to pick something on the floor before taking the seat beside you

you then felt a poke from your side which made you turn your head towards him, he had his hand out towards you and you turned to look at it noticing it's bondage?

“I'm guessing this is yours, since you're the only one sitting in this side of the class” he said, before handing you the bondage and you looked at it before reverting your eyes back at him noticing that he had a smile plastered on his face

“oh right, thank you” you replied, sending a smile at him and placing the bondage at your bag

“no problem, will you do me a favor and wake me up when classes start? or if the teacher calls me for anything” he said taking his sunglasses off about to lay his head down on his arms, before you nodded and he winked at you mouthing the word ‘thanks!’

he then laid on his head on the table with his arms covering his face, you turned back to the computer in front of you as you finally managed to turn it on before hearing muttered words out of him

“i’m gojo by the way, may i have the pleasure of knowing your name?” you turned your head back towards him, as he stared up at you while still laying his head on the desk

“i’m y/n” you replied, making the man nod his head before turning his head back to face the desk covering his face

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ prologue ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst

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chapter: prologue.

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breathe... keep breathing

in two different places, at two different events, one thing echoed in their minds: breathe in and out

the court was alive with the roar of the crowd, cheering for their teams

Gojo Satoru sprinted down the court, expertly dribbling past Yokohama's defenders. spotting Suguru at the three-point line, he shouted, "Suguru!" and passed him the ball. Suguru leaped to catch it, but his shot bounced off the rim

"damn it!" Suguru cursed, seeing Yokohama gain possession with just 24 seconds left on the clock

Satoru glanced at Nanami, who was poised to steal the ball, then at the scoreboard: Tokyo 248, Yokohama 223. they could have let Yokohama score, but knowing how insufferable their coach was, they aimed for a final play to secure the win

"and Nanami from Tokyo steals the ball! They're really going all out tonight!" the announcer exclaimed as Nanami raced down the court, passing to Haibara

Nanami signaled to Haibara, who passed to Satoru, blocking a Yokohama player at the three-point line. Haibara faked a shot, drawing the defense, then passed to Satoru.

"oh! Yu Haibara with the fakeout, passing to Gojo on the open court!"

Satoru dribbled, eyes on the clock: 6 seconds left. he jumped, releasing the ball just as the defense closed in

"he scores! Gojo Satoru secures the win for the Tokyo Metropolitan with a score of 251, a 28-point lead! What a game!”

The crowd goes wild as Satoru was immediately surrounded by his fellow teammates, sweaty arms engulfed him as the crowd continues to chant their team name

“what was that shot Suguru, gave you the ball so you could look cool only for you to mess it!” Satoru teased Suguru as they all parted from one another, Suguru punched his arm before going to their coach

the other players didn't take their arm off Satoru’s shoulder, before he dabbed them up and jogged towards their coach

breathe… keep breathing

as the melody for the piece of dance of the cygnets plays, you held onto your fellow dancer’s hand so tightly without the intention of hurting her

you felt your body growing all hot and your focus sharper than usual, you can feel the eyes of everyone in the auditorium as your feet ached from pointing continuously

as the haunting melody begins, you feel the music enveloping you, guiding your movements like a gentle breeze sweeping you off your feet, months of practice felt like they were burned to your brain for your feet to move so freely

with each step and gesture carefully choreographed to convey the elegance of a swan. your body and your fellow dancers move in harmony with the music, flowing from one movement to the next with effortless precision

as all four of you twirl and glide across the stage you feel a sense of weightlessness, your movements are delicate yet powerful, conveying the essence of the graceful bird

the music builds to a crescendo, and you feel a surge of emotion as you reach the climax of the dance, your movements become more intense, more passionate, as you express the beauty and tragedy of the young swans’ story

and as the final notes fade away, you are left breathless, exhilarated by the experience of dancing to this timeless piece of music

as the four of you posed on the stage’s floor, all looking up the lights finally fading away as the people’s clap and admiration oversenses your ears

you feel breathless, the curtains finally closing in as all of you start standing up and gathering in the back of the stage

you immediately turn to your fellow dancer, Shoko smiling heartfully at you “you were incredible out there yn!” she greeted you making your lips form a toothless smile, before looking down at your skirt fiddling with it

“it wasn't much really, I feel as if I was in the shadow’s of our seniors out there.” you said as you turn to look at the crowd, before hearing Shoko sighs

“are you kidding, I felt like you were the senior between all of them to be honest.” she said, making you both giggle but you both immediately stopped noticing that you both were signaled over to bow for the crowd

“we better hurry then, come now.” she said grabbing your elbow before positioning you both besides each other, as the curtains started to open as if on command you all bow on sync gracefully as you could

as you all raised up, you saw no blinding lights but people standing and erupting to whistles, claps, and were even throwing a few roses in your stage

this caused you to feel that breathless feeling again, your body felt hot and all you could do was held onto your chest and bow your head elegantly

this moment felt like a memory you will never forget; a moment of pure magic on the dance floor

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[author’s note: this took way to long cuz i had to finish some of my research stuff:<]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [g.s x reader] ON HIATUS

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning, commitment issues

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: ON HIATUS FOR NOW

🎼playlist: ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

🎵I'm a goddess on stage, human when we're alone

chapters:

prologue.

i. introductions

ii. arcade

iii. bad habits

iv. begin

v. rise

vi. put your head in the game!

vii. the dying swan

viii. goddess

epilogue.

drabbles:

gojo's aesthetic

headcanons

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[author’s note: was this an excuse to write a ballerina x basketball player au with gojo? yes, absolutely, definitely 😊 also pls keep in mind that some chapter's names and amount of chapters can change^^]

binky said i should also post this here so heres my attenpt at making a jjk reference w my transformers 🙃

ive neglected tumblr so here comes the wave of art ive done for the past 6 months

“Forever young… I want to be forever young”

And it’s a Bakugo edit

STOPPPPPPPP

BEFORE I VOMIT AND CRY AND DIE

I HATE TIKTOK EDITORS

FIRST THE DAMN GIVEN X STSG EDITS

NOW FOREVER YOUNG X BAKUGO

I CANT HANDLE THIS

Given announces a new movie and suddenly all those damn depressing songs from that show starts trending.

What do people do with these again trending songs from a bl show?

Make stsg edits

Guys i’m telling you earlier i was in the bathroom scrolling on tiktok and i see a stsg edit and i hear “Mada~”

I had to pause the tiktok and actually take a deep breath before continuing on.

STAY IN THE BOXXXX!!!!

NOOOOOO

STAY IN THE BOXXXX!!!!

NOOOOOO

GET OUT OF MY SKINNNNN