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meimei's note: bem, eu estou aceitando algumas sugestões de capas e uma das que sugeriram foi justamente gojohime, foi bem difícil editar essa capa pq tinha quase nada: um ship, algumas fanarts, um título e um sonho :3 ainda bem que ouvi minhas vozes da cabeça e não é ficou uma capa lindica? 0.0 mais uma capa para doação (que não ocorrerá essa semana)
Guys id for sure join the Yume community for Utahime and Hawks😕
Oouuughh look at my beautiful wifey gang
Introduction?!? 😱
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Hihi! This is just a little about me incase anyone wants to be my moot!
My names Cass, or you can call me Cece (a self given nickname👍). I’m fifteen! So please don’t DM me if you’re over nineteen or under fourteen!^.^
I play MHUR quite a bit.
Like I said, quite a bit (°▽°) I’m also a rapid Toga and Strike Dabi main, i for sure wanna main Ochako and Hawks more. That being said I’d also really love to make some friends who play MHUR, I’m not the greatest at it but I really wanna get some more friends on there >.<
I’ve got different mangas that I’m yet to read, but I keep wasting my money and buying more than I need(・Д・)
I enjoy a couple different anime’s— MHA, Kuroshitsuji, JJK, and Kotaro lives alone. I know it’s not a lot but it’s so hard for me to get into anime’s even if I wanna watch them, the second I start I just wanna do something else even if I wanna know whats gonna happen😭
Some characters I favour
MHA—
Dabi (Touya Todoroki)
Hawks (Keigo Takami)— I love him, he’s so babygirl coded
Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)
Himiko toga
Ochako Ururaka
JJK-
Shoko Ieiri
Sukuna Ryomen
Utahime Iori
Choso Kamo
Yuji Itadori
Kuroshitsuji—
Vincent Phantomhive— sorry but he was SO fine.
Undertaker (Adrian Crevan)- I’ve always loved him, ever since I first watched.
Cheslock (from the Weston college arc)
Elizabeth Midford
Herman Greenhill (Weston college arc)
Some mangas I’ve got (none are full collections)—
Kuroshitsuji
Death Note
MHA
Kirby Mania
JJK
And some more<3
Im not really big on shipping but here’s some of the ships I think are cute—
Togachako
IzuOcha
MiruHawks
DabiHawks
Sukugo
Shoko X me.
Anyways, if you have any questions my inbox is open!<3 feel free to send in something there— or in dms<3
Haven't posted in a WHILE lol
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
02; 10:36
it was finally friday. your classes were done for the week, your assignments were all completed and the forecast said it'd be raining all weekend? you were frankly excited as fuck.
currently you were cuddled in bed with shoko rewatching howl's moving castle for the 15th time. well- you were rewatching it. shoko dozed off 5 minutes ago after she said she was just going to "close her eyes." you allowed her this time, though, because of how tired she seemed this week.
you'd reached the lake when you became unusually parched. while trying your best not to wake your roommate, you wormed out of your sheets and headed for the kitchen.
you chugged 1,2,3 glasses of water, but you weren't satisfied yet. you spun to look at the miffy clock (thank you, iori) that hung above the sink.
10:36 pm.
you sat in thought for a moment. there was a cafe that sold the most refreshing teas, and the location was only a 5 minute walk from the dorms.
ugh, screw it.
you threw on a hoodie over your pajamas, grabbed your keys, and quietly left, not forgetting to write shoko a note in case she woke up (she probably wouldn't).
the air outside was cool but comfortable, the ground wet from the downpour earlier. you couldn't help but take notice of all the slugs and snails that crept and crawled around the damp sidewalk. it was like they were all on a little walk with you too!
after a calm 5 minute walk, you finally saw the cafe sign on your horizon. excitement definitely took over because before you could even notice, your pace quickened and you were inside in no time.
a familiar warmth enveloped you as soon as you entered, with the speakers whispering smooth jazz. you could literally live here. there was also a lack of customers, only a few couples and people typing away at their laptops in the background. no one to disrupt your peace, though.
——————————————————————————————————
it'd been 15 minutes since you ordered your drink and you were still parched and drink less. you understood that working the night shift isn't easy and many of the workers are college students trying to make a few extra dollars, but wow!
you were genuinely getting impatient. with a huff you shot yourself up from your seat. it was as if the universe was on your side, though. because as soon as you made 2 steps, your order was called and placed on the counter.
oh my gosh, yay!
you butterflied over to the counter to receive your drink, thinking nothing more than going home and finishing your movie. in a swift motion, you grabbed for it. but in an even swifter motion, it was taken from you.
your eyebrows furrowed. you really did not have the patience for this tonight. you turned to the culprit, and your annoyance immediately spiked. because there was geto suguru, sauntering over to the door with your drink in hand.
oh hell no
in an instant, you rushed over to the door, placing your body between him and the doorway. he was a bit too slow to notice you, though, and he crashed into you, spilling half of your drink on the floor.
your eyes actually twitched. your blood boiled. you had to bite your tongue from cussing this man out.
"what the fuck? get out the way dumba- wait, y/n?" perplexity danced across his face, as if he was unaware of the crime he'd just committed.
whatever you said next wasn't you and was your anger and thirst speaking.
" "wait, y/n?" " you mocked him, mimicking his confused expression. "yeah, idiot. it's me. shy, little y/n can buy tea too, y'know. I genuinely didn't know I was supposed to stay at home like the fucking hermit I am on a friday night," at this point, you were making a scene, and geto noticed it, but he was too amused to stop you. "oh, and by the way," you point a vengeful finger at the half full drink in the male's hand. "that drink is mine." your chest rose and fell after speaking so much so quickly.
geto quirked an eyebrow as he laughed shallowly. he handed you the cup and watched as your face fell in horror. etched on the cup, in fact, not your name. but 'sugu' with a heart and a phone number written on it, presumably from one of the baristas. to further confirm your horror, you spun around and saw the exact same drink, sitting alone on the counter.
you actually felt tears brimming in your eyes as the reality of the situation fell like bricks on your shoulders. you just embarrassed yourself. in public. for no reason.
"oh! um, haha! this isn't my name!" fake laughter spilled out of your mouth on repeat.
could this night get any worse?
"you know you have to pay for my drink too now, right?"
you looked up and genuinely wished the world would explode right now. you only came with enough money to buy one drink.
"is that really necessary? I mean, it's just tea, amirighthahahaha.." unfortunately, geto's expression was, well, expressionless. any hint of amusement dissipated from his features in an instant. actually, he looked more annoyed than anything.
"you don't have any money, do you?"
"..."
"no." your response came out as a whisper, barely even audible for geto to hear.
"oh, that's a shame. so, i'll be taking yours then?"
what?
"I beg your pardon?" you understood that you did too much, but wasn't this just a tad bit petty?
"I mean, you did spill my drink, it's cold and raining now, and you have no money to pay me back. isn't it only fair?" you were about to cry at this point. you felt defeated.
you could only nod, any words you'd try to speak would have turned to sobs.
and so, geto walked past you, picked up your drink, and sauntered right out the door, sparing you not a glance in the process. you could hear the downpour outside when he opened and closed the door.
this is great!
you didn't even have an umbrella, and you were definitely not asking geto for a ride home after that performance. so, you bit the bullet and sprinted home, nearly slipping a few times. your eyes were cloudy from your tears mixed with the raindrops. by the time you returned to your dorm, your hair and clothes were soaked, your eyes were puffy and red, and it pained you to even breathe.
maybe you really should've just settled for some water.
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afterthoughts;
definitely was gonna take this down a different route but I think I like this more 😝 unfortunately I could see some bs like this happening to me in the future saur! yay for me ig. anyway I hope y'all get the time reference! 🙏🏾 also tysm guys for all the likes and reblogs 🥹🩷
imma make a tag list as well so comment if you wanna be added!
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
01; awkward silence
"oh come on."
here you were being dragged by your feet out of your dark (and rather comfortable) room by your fine, short haired roommate, shook ieiri. you could only emit a soft groan as you barely struggled to escape from the surprisingly tight grip she had on your ankles.
"shokooo! you're interrupting my shooowwww."
your whines seem to only elevate her anger because she quite literally flung you on the floor as love island reverberated off the corridor's walls.
"girl, you are so lucky I like living with you because I would've left so fucking long ago," her voice lowered to a mutter as she continued. "satoru, suguru, and uta are coming over later so," she eyed your current attire, a tired, worn out hoodie adorned with very noticeable ketchup, mustard, and butter stains on them, sweatpants that have most definitely seen better days, and a singular sock on your foot. "please tidy yourself up."
"yes, ma." in an instant you were on your feet and headed for the bathroom, not wanting to piss shoko off any more than you already had.
"good girl." you could hear her stupid smirk even as her back was turned.
꩜
after finally tidying yourself up, shoko mentioned that she was heading out for a bit to get snacks. she also said something about keys and uta and the door.... you weren't really listening as you were too busy catching up on all LI episodes you missed.
by the time you were done, hues of orange were peeking through your curtain. which usually meant it was time for bed but you supposed you'd stay awake for your friends' friends, or your friend herself , whichever came first.
a yawn threatened to escape your lips, so you decided to do something to occupy yourself. "some water should do!" your steps turned to skips as you eagerly fluttered toward the kitchen.
while filling up the glass with water, you lost yourself in thought. once full, you raised the cup to your lips, ready to relieve your throat of the partial dryness your were feeling.
chug, chug, choke―
a loud bang at the door almost landed you in the hospital.
"fuck." you spat out, coughing all the way to the front door.
"are your knuckles made of fucking steel? why are you pounding on the door so damn ha-" you cut your sentence short as you actually took a moment to check who exactly was pounding on the door.
suguru geto.
you'd seen the guy around, mostly at your dorm. but around your university's campus as well. he was usually accompanying gojo satoru, your school's friendly neighbourhood athlete. "wonderboy" is his official name.
today his hair was messier than usual, but like it was intentionally messy. his usually tied up hair was allowed free today, resting nicely on his very broad shoulders. if you looked really closely, you could see how split his ends were.
"his hairdresser needs to get fired." you were chuckling to yourself. while someone was at the door. you were making fun of them while they were no more than 10 feet away from you. you were cracking jokes while they were ready to be let in.
ahem.
"oh shit- um," your face contorted into some sort of half smile half grimace, that made geto slightly uncomfortable. "come in!"
after what felt like hours, you finally stepped aside, allowing the gentleman inside. you could almost hear him mutter 'finally' as he entered the living room.
"where's sho at?" at this point, his face was buried in his phone, no longer wanting nor needing to maintain eye contact with you.
"oh she stepped out for a moment. she'll be back soon."
"hm."
and just like that, the room fell into awkward tension. tension so thick you could pick it up and mold it, shape it into something as ugly and uncomfortable as this current situation was. all you wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
it's not that you had anything personal with the guy. it's just that you both never had the opportunity to connect. yes, he was here often but that was usually to see shoko. and since you were either always boxed up in your room or simply not home, you never really got the time to really meet him, the same going for utahime and gojo as well. they were really just legends to you; heard of but never seen.
maybe you could break some of this tension, though. and so, to your future disdain, you opened your mouth and spoke.
"so how are your classes going?"
...
geto paused, looked from his phone towards you, and laughed. not an impolite, boisterous laugh, but one that still made you feel embarrassed.
"what's it to you, l/n?" his tone wasn't cold but still standoffish, as though that information was classified to the public. aka, anyone like you.
oh how you wished you had lost your voice that morning, or sewn your lips shut, or chopped your tongue off or-
knock, knock!
finally! you might as well have flown to the door the way you flung yourself up from the couch. you didn't care who was at the door. you actually would have been slightly grateful if it was a sniper or a bomb. alas, it was only gojo.
your smile wavered a bit, but you were still cordial with him.
the conversation with him went a bit better than the one with his counterpart given that he was the more easygoing of the two.
after a bit more small talk, you received a text from shoko confirming that she was, in fact, not on a flight to Jamaica and was on her way back. you took your leave, handing the white haired male the house keys to open for shoko or utahime respectively.
and with that, you headed back into the comfort of your room, very much done with today and the circumstances it came with.
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afterthoughts;
wattpad saw this first but the crowd is NOT THERE!! ugh. so I've decided to release it here too. idk y'all I just really like geto these days like 🤤 he's too fine. ok bye
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 /ˌ𝐩𝐚𝐫əˈ𝐧ɔɪə/ 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
you and suguru geto were from two completely different worlds. he was calm, cool and collected while you were weird and quiet. funnily enough, him and his friends were always over at your dorm because of shoko, the self proclaimed sweetest, bestest roommate ever. while they were always there, they were never there to you. they were more like background characters; or maybe you were the background character. either way, your worlds never collided, and you were somewhat grateful for that. you really weren't interested in whatever problems came with geto, and he didn't seem too keen on learning about you either.
general warnings!
⸝⸝ light/moderate cuss warning ⸝⸝ might be corny at times ⸝⸝ characters MIGHT be ooc (idk leave me alone) ⸝⸝ all characters, aside from OCS, belong to Gege Akutami ⸝⸝ any specific warnings will be mentioned before all chapters
you're now reading PARANOIA !
isagisss© 2025
01; awkward silence 02; 10:36 03; tba
finish her! a toji fushiguro oneshot
pairing ⸺ wrestler!toji x reader
summary ⸺ you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here)
warnings ⸺ nasty, NASTY smut, VERY public sex, WWE but pornhub edition, you’re a wrestler fighting toji, so some violence but nothing graphic, fem!reader, HUMILIATION, degradation, you're literally fucked in an arena of people, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (f! recieving), boobplay, very inaccurate depiction of wrestling/WWE, not edited we die like toji, pls help me find artist :(
a/n im going to sit in the corner and think about what i just wrote
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the muffled sounds of the crowd’s deafening roar seem to swirl in the space around you, each cheer vibrating through your chest like distant thunder. you take a long, cool sip of water, a welcome contrast to the warm air backstage. lounging back, you let the chair support your weight, your muscles still humming with the residual tension of anticipation. utahime’s fingers work into your shoulders, and her voice filters through the buzzing atmosphere, calm and steady as she gives you a rundown of the night ahead, though her words seem to blur slightly at the edges—just background noise to the constant hum of adrenaline.
“in front of a crowd—do you understand? and the rules are no fucking, unless all clothes are off first.”
“right,” you affirm, albeit hesitantly. you’re feeling a bit jitterish in anticipation of what’s to happen, despite having trained months to hone your ability as a wrestler. look, wwe itself can get really suggestive at times, with people giving wedgies, removing certain articles of clothing, or even letting the crowd cop a feel of the defeated to serve as humiliation. not only does it improve publicity, but it also increases viewership of all the horny bastards on the internet to circle the televised clip around in their subreddits or discord servers.
but what you were going to do today—that was a bit…extreme. it was like bridging the gap between soft core and hard core, with the humiliation turned up to a hundred. because today, you were going to wrestle the man that all female–and male–wrestlers could even dream of having their hands on, even if for a slight moment.
toji fushiguro.
a man of impressive build—entering a ring with him only meant defeat. he’s had numerous career wins, far exceeding any other. hell, you shouldn’t even be matched to wrestle with him today; he outweighs and outranks you by far. the only thing you really have running for you is the sheer amount of fans you have, ready to tune in to your fights and edit your moves and time spent in the fighting ring to songs like “chun li” and “maneater.” so, sure, you don’t exactly anticipate a win today in that stadium that’s waiting for you, but you’re no less of a wrestler in your own right. you won’t go down without a fight.
however, today was no normal fight. the wwe had suddenly decided that their viewership was too low, that extreme measures needed to be taken to boost. so, ironically enough they had decided to change the rules just before your momentous match:
all wrestlers must consent to having all and any articles of clothing removed from their person, particularly for sexual intercourse as a reward for the winner.
so, WWE (Pornhub’s Version) (In The Vault).
and your luck dictated that this paradigm shift for the organization occur just before your most anticipated match with toji. again, you knew that no amount of training could prevent you from getting utterly humiliated, but it was almost like the gods were laughing down on you, eager to rub in your impending defeat once more. because you were going to get your shit fucked up—-literally.
“it’s going to be fine,” utahime assures you, and you snap back to the present from your thoughts at the sound of her voice. “just think about the publicity this’ll get you! not that you don’t have any fans of yourself, but there are going to be a lot of people tuned in because of fushiguro.”
you take an inhale in and nod. “yea, that’s true. i just want to get it over with.”
as if answering your prayers, gojo satoru, the mc, burst into your dressing room. “it’s your time to shine, buttercup!” he grins, ushering you out the door. albeit a bit nervously, you stand up and make your way into the hallway that leads directly into the middle of the arena. “you’re going to do great!”
as soon as you walk closer and closer to the arena, the screams get louder and louder, the music booming and causing the floor under you to vibrate. the sounds of people surround all your senses, wrapping you up and causing your heartbeat to go faster and faster.
reaching the end of the hallway, the arena is filled with light, and you have to blink to get a hold of your sight. surrounding the center boxing ring are stands upon stands of people, hustling and bustling. at the sight of you, cameramen stationed around in various spots through the arena furiously angle their cameras towards you. not only are journalists and the media snapping pictures, blinding you with the flash, but you see yourself displayed on the big screens visible to everyone in the arena. you smile and wave, causing your fans to scream as they register that you have walked in.
then, a realization washes over you. these are the same screens that are going to be projected whatever's going to happen during the fight and when you lose.
oh god.
you walk forward, trying to keep up your smile and wave to all of your fans that outstretched their hands, trying to cop a feel and/or get a high five. most of your fans are male (to no one's surprise), and you can feel their eyes roving over you appreciatively, taking in your outfit. it was simple and tight; shorts that just barely covered your ass and was snug around your hips, and a low cut top that couldn't even be called a top. your cleavage was on full display, and the top stopped just below your waist. typically, this is your wrestling attire you wear to a normal match, but you couldn't help but wryly notice that today, your neckline was cut lower than usual. the wwe was really trying to milk this, huh?
you stood just below the boxing ring, eyes anxiously scanning the arena, unconsciously searching for the man you were set to fight. but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't spot his tall, muscular figure either in the ring or in the seat he was supposed to occupy with his manager.
a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to find utahime behind you, a concerned look on her face. "everything alright?"
"yeah," you said, waving her off with a forced smile. "but where is he?"
utahime pointed toward the boxing ring, and then you saw it—a glimpse of black hair.
"alright," you said, swallowing nervously. "i'm heading into the ring. wish me luck."
"wait!" utahime called out, but you were already too far to hear her. gripping the ropes at the edge of the ring, you hauled yourself up and strode toward the center, determined to get a better view. and there, just on the far side of the ring, hidden from your previous angle, was toji fushiguro.
he was lounging back, relaxed, his posture almost lazy as he faced his manager, shiu kong. you couldn’t see toji's face from this angle, but his body language indicated that he was the epitome of ease. shiu was saying something to him, and from your best attempt at lip reading, you could just make out the words, "don't break the rules today."
toji, on the other hand, didn't seem to be looking at him (giving 0 fucks, something so classically toji), focusing now towards the big screens everyone else saw in the arena. you turned your gaze towards them as well, only to be taken aback when it was you, a compilation of your best moments in the ring, narrated by gojo.
“and today, fellas, we’re going to see the bombshell y/n—the maneater, as coined by her fans—-competing! while her opponent is fushiguro, don’t be fooled—she can pack a mean punch. look at this fight with mei mei; she sweeped the floor with her face!”
satisfied, you looked around, the arena bustling with people getting drinks, being enraptured with your fight on the screen, or pointing at you or toji. toji, on the other hand, was chuckling and shaking his head at your fight, observing as you gave the bitch mei mei a wedgie. which kind of made you flustered, because you had developed a crush on the guy observing him from afar or in passing, so you just focused on shaking out your legs and arms in nervousness.
gojo similarly announced toji’s fights and compilation, gassing him up for the crowd and it was then that toji finally turned around, uninterested in whatever was going on, and caught your eye. you stared back, breath held involuntarily.
his eyes had a predatory glint to them, and he smiled, charmingly in a way that showed off his scar, and they scanned up and down your figure, taking in what you were wearing—or rather, letting his imagination run. nervously, your heart sped up as you clenched your thighs up in anticipation or anxiety, you couldn’t choose which, as your mind began running at the speed of light thinking about what was going to happen today.
today, you weren’t only going to wrestle toji fushiguro. you were going to fuck him.
but you’re jolted out of your thoughts as gojo’s obnoxious voice blares through the speakers. “give it up for thee wwe goat, toji fushiguro!”
screams reach an all time high as his smirk is broadcasted to the audience, biceps bulging and flexing as he heaves his way up on the ring, joining you. he waves lazily, roars at an all time high as he stalks his way to you, and you squeeze your nails into your palm out of nervousness.
when gojo announces your name, the male screams rise up in volume, causing you to giggle and fushiguro to roll his eyes from what you can see in the corner of your eye. you give a dainty wave, choosing to wink and blow a kiss to the camera in front of you, causing your fans to scream even louder.
“you sure got a lotta fanboys, darling.” you jump as toji has now bent down to whisper in your ear, literally sending shivers down your spine.
you force out a laugh. “and you're at no shortage of fangirls yourself, fushiguro.”
he gives you a nonchalant hum, assuming his original position. as gojo continued to yap about the stakes of the round today, the recent rule change, a referee walked over to you both, coming in closer so that you would be able to hear him over the chaos of the arena.
“so, you’re both aware of the rules, right?” he both looked at you, to which you nodded and toji’s smirk widens. “you gotta get the other’s clothes completely off, and the first one to do that wins.”
you gulp, eyeing what toji was wearing today. it was his signature garb, the one he wore to almost every match without fail: grey pants with various sponsorships sewed on, and a black compression shirt. it was definitely very minimal compared to what a lot of the other wrestlers wore, but it was iconic, giving him a lazy, laid back aura that no other wrestler could truly emanate.
it wasn’t anything hard to take off in particular.
both of you affirmed your consent to the referee, who then took a step back after wishing you both good luck. you turned, facing toji face on, who had his hand on his hip. “try to last long, okay?” he smirks, patting your shoulder with his other hand. “i’ll try to drag this out as much as i can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”
you glare, but there isn’t much intensity to it because you know he’s much stronger than you. there isn’t much to get angry about. “yea, yea,” you huff. “for all i know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”
he barks out a laugh and looks at the referee, who has one hand raised, the other one poised on his whistle, ready to blow and start the round. it’s starting soon. then, he looks back to you and smiles. “let the games begin.”
the referee blows the whistle.
at once, you launch yourself towards toji, trying to jump on him to get him off his feet with your weight. instead, he dodges easily and leaves you hurtling towards the floor, making you poise yourself on your hands and feet upon impact. you roll over just as toji tries to tackle you and pin you against your original position on the floor and quickly get up.
however, as you’re steadying yourself on your feet, toji grabs your ankle, causing you to lose your balance and giving him the advantage to pin himself on top of you, his mouth breathing heavily next to your ear, whispering so it was just the two of you that could hear his words. “what do you think i should take off first?” he laughs deeply, the vibration causing you to shiver and try to squirm to get out of his hold, to no avail. “should it be these?” he snakes his hands down to grope your tits, giving them a firm squeeze, much to the arena’s pleasure. “or should i take these off of you?” he slaps your ass, making you blush furiously.
“fuck you,” you hiss as his hands catch on the edge of your shorts.
he gives you a sweet, small kiss on your temple. “don’t worry, baby,” he smiles. “you’ll be doing that anyways.” and with that, he pulls at your shorts until the waistband’s elastic rips, leaving your shorts in tatters until he throws the remains of it away, baring your panty-covered ass to the crowd, which immediately grows wild.
you crane your neck to look at the screen, which is currently focused on toji’s hands feeling up your ass, dipping inside your underwear to knead the flesh. your heart is pounding, the thought i need to get the upper hand flashing continuously across your mind. it’s almost as if you’re drowning, the noises of the crowd blurring together until it was only you and toji’s weight on you. you barely heard the announcer exclaim, “toji is currently in the lead!” as you focused on calculating your next move.
it was time to pull out all the stops.
turning your head until you were making eye contact with him, you bit your lip, momentarily distracted him with the 180 turn of your actions, now nonchalant rather than the flailing you were doing earlier. then, you raised your hips, meeting your backside with his crotch in an effort to catch him off guard and to make him lose balance. then, you maneuvered yourself so your thighs surround toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. this momentarily distracted and weakened toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. you quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. the whole stadium, in fact, can see his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.
smirking while peering down at him, you slowly grind your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, making a show of spinning around his shirt with your hand to mock him. toji’s eyes darken, but a mirthless smile flashes across his face anyways. “damn, take me out to dinner first.”
you flash him one of your own humorless smirks, happy that you got at least one thing against him. “i don’t fuck anyone before the first day, honey. this is just another cheap fuck.” with that, you yank his head back with his hair roughly, making a show of motorboating his pecs, as if to mock him.
instead of getting angry, he chuckles darkly. “you’re going to regret that. i was going to drag this out, princess, but i gotta fuck the brat out of you.” with that, he spins you around just as quickly—if not quicker—pinning you against the ground with your hands held above your head in one hand in a vice grip, the other groping its way down your body. he buries his face in your neck, salaciously licking the length of it. with his free hand—now stationed around your tits—he grabs at the hem of your top, pulling it up so everyone could see your lace bra. mockingly, he plants his face in the middle of your tits, moving his head side by side to motorboat you just as you had done to him, the soft plush of your tits encompassing his face.
the crowd cheers, even more so than they had when you had ripped his shirt off, as toji completely rips the top off as you squirm, making the removal even easier for him. you can feel all eyes on you as toji reaches for the clip of your bra, unhooking it and making your tits pop out. helplessly, you look at the screen, your writhing making them move in a jiggling motion, sweat shining and giving you the “oiled-up” look. he takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “what a sensitive girl,” he coos. “too bad she was too weak. now she’s going to have to take my cock.”
with that, he teasingly closes the distance between the waistband of your panties and his teeth, mouth snagging on the elastic. slowly, he drags them down, unveiling your glistening pussy for all eyes to see, and the crowd goes wild, chanting random requests at toji to do the most heinous things to you. as soon as you’re completely naked, he grabs you by the waist, propping you up against one of the corner posts. you’re now standing up, tearfully facing the arena as the wrestler kneels behind you, burying his face and nosing his way until your pussy, lapping up your wetness.
at the unexpected feeling of his tongue, you yelp, and toji slaps your ass. “stay still.” acquiescing, he licks up long stripes and shakes his head to grind his nose into your cunt, pleasuring you while humiliating you in front of everyone, forcing you to succumb to the pleasure he’s making you feel. while licking you, he groans. “fuck, this pussy is so sweet. i’ve run out of patience, fuck the performance part.”
with that, toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees on the floor and pulls down his pants. you don’t even look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.
he drags his cock teasingly through your folds, and then brings it out to slap it against your ass, humming appreciatively at the recoil. then, as if he’s lost patience, he’s slowly entering you, pushing against your pussy’s resistance as he penetrates you in front of the whole arena. “fuck!” he groans, getting a better grip on you as he pushes your head down on the mat and fully goes to pound town.
the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “the fuck this pussy’s so tight for? thought you were a slut?”
you’re tearing up, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot straight on making you clench hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pummeling you and his hands on your body, feeling you up. clearly, he knew how to pleasure a woman, and it made you all the more annoyed. you were fucked out, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “you’re not turning me on, small dick.”
he did not like that very much.
toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? why is she dripping, you whore?” as if to demonstrate his point, he brings his fingers to rub at your clit furiously, collecting the wetness that had dripped down from your hole then shoving his fingers into your mouth. “suck.” when you did just that, suckling at his fingers while hollowing your hot, wet heat around the appendages.
at that, he groaned. “what a little cockwhore. shoulda made you suck my dick instead.”
in retaliation, you bite his fingers, hard, and then spit them out. “i would’ve bit your micro off.”
toji hisses, grabbing the hair at your scalp and pulling on it until your face was up, his mouth at your ear. “just for that, i’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.” he speeds up, moving his hips faster and fast. the hand that wasn’t at your hair is now sneaking his way down your back, until you gasp.
because he’s inserted his thumb inside your ass.
“oh, ho ho,” he laughs mockingly. “you liked that, didn’t you?” you offer him no response, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of the sheer amount of pressure you were feeling down there, being doubly stuffed. by now, your orgasm has been steadily building because of the sheer power of toji’s stroke game, but as soon as he hits your spot one last time, your eyes roll back, causing you to arch your back and writhe due to the intensity of your orgasm.
you’re breathing heavily, toji fucking you roughly through it. once you’ve gotten a hold of your sense, you come back to reality as you realize that the crowd has adopted a rhythm to their chants, your fans and his screaming the same thing.
cum! cum! cum!
and toji only chortles as he continues your thirst, looking at you once again, and you can tell that he’s staving his orgasm back just after experiencing your clenches with the way he’s biting his lips, sweat running down from his temple to his abs. “what do you say, baby? wanna give the crowd what they’re asking for?”
all it takes is a whimpered please, and toji just does what the crowd asks of him. ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear toji declared as winner.
as you exhaustedly lift your head up, you see that cameras are out all around you, focused on the screen. you’re flustered when you realize the billboard is displaying toji’s cum seeping out of you.
A hand on your shoulder. “you good?” toji’s looking at you, eyes twinkling.
you let out a breath. “yea,” you laugh, out of breath. “good round.”
and he’s huffing, giving you a hand to get on your back. you can only lie on the ground as he barks for clothes to be put on you and for some water. then he turns to look at you once more, eyes twinkling. “wanna go for more in my hotel?”
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a/n i was going to have him carry u up near to the stands where your fans could grab at ur titties but this is alr depraved as it is. now im going to take a breather from tumblr for the rest of this week becasue WHEW ch5 gojo yesterday and finished this today i am ON A ROLL. see you guys for next week's kinktober fic (comment if you want to be tagged)! much love<3
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In the Middle - Part One
GeGo x Reader Mini Series
Warnings:flirting, adult themes||MDNI
Art: from Pinterest (if anyone knows who drew this please tag them)
Part 2 out now!
“Why couldn’t I just get paired with someone else?” you whine as you throw your head back.
“Just be glad you didn’t end up with Gojo. I think Utahime is the real victim here.” Shoko says while exhaling a stream of smoke from her cigarette.
“But Utahime knows Gojo, I don’t know Geto that well. Something about him makes me nervous.” You admit.
Both Utahime and Shoko stare at you in shock and say, “Geto?”
You roll your eyes at their response. Yes, Geto. The calm, handsome soft spoken guy that sits two rows in front of you in Sociology. You two have only exchanged a few words but ultimately you don’t know each other. Now you’re expected to work as his partner for your class project. You two already arranged to meet up today at 12 and it has you shambles.
“He’s just as childish as Gojo but he hides it a lot better. He knows when to cool it.” Shoko says, putting out her cigarette.
“Exactly, Geto isn’t the obnoxious annoying type unless Gojo brings it out of him so you have nothing to worry about.” Utahime says.
You take a deep breath and say, “Alright, I’ll take both your words for it.”
“Good. You should probably get going, it’s 11:55. Don't want to be late.” Shoko says, looking at the time.
“Shit,” you say under your breath “You’re right. I’ll text you both after. Wish me luck.” You quickly grab your bag and throw it on your shoulder as you take off. You check your phone to remind yourself that you’re meeting him at the water fountain in the middle of the courtyard. You shoot him a quick text to let him know that you might be a few minutes late. He responds immediately saying, ‘no worries.’
You were sure that Geto was a nice person. He never gave you any reason to think that he wasn’t. You just couldn’t read him like you could read other people. He seems more complex and closed off than the average person you encounter, that’s what intimidates you. Hopefully your fears are nothing more than that.
Once you get to the courtyard, you spot him smoking near the fountain. He wore a loose fitting sweater and baggy pants. He sat on the edge of the fountain as he puffs out plums of smoke from his mouth. You slowly make your way over to him, waving as you get closer. He eventually locks eyes on you and smiles.
“Y/N right?” he says as he puts out his cigarette.
“Yeah.” You respond quickly.
“I’m Geto Suguru. It’s nice to officially meet you.” He holds out his hand in front of you, waiting for you to grab it.
You grab his hand and shake it saying, “Nice to meet you, Geto.”
“You have a firm handshake like a general.” He says in his usual soft voice.
You slowly take your hand out of his and say, “Okay?”
What the fuck does that mean and how do I even respond to that? You two stood in awkward silence as he held that closed mouth grin on his face.
“It seems like you're thinking hard about what I just said.” He interjects.
“No, not really. I’ve just never been compared to a general so soon in a conversation.” You say honestly.
He lets out a single laugh as he stands up. You knew he was tall but you didn't realize just how much he towers over you. He had to be at least 6’2.
“Well, it was a compliment.” He says as you both start walking. You weren’t sure where you guys were headed but you followed him.
You flash him a face of doubt and say, “Sure it was. Where are we headed?
“To get food. It’s time for lunch. While we eat we can discuss the topic of our project. Is that cool?” He asks.
“Yea, of course.” You say.
You began your walk to the food court. Geto was surprisingly easy to talk to. He asked you what your major was, why you chose school in Japan, and where you used to live before moving here. He seems like he wanted to know more about you. He questioned you the entire time it took to order the food.
“And what about you? What’s your major?” You ask him as you both take a seat at a table.
“Child Psychology and Development. I enjoy working with kids.” He says as he breaks his chopsticks.
“Really? I wouldn't have guessed that. That’s amazing, Geto. You’re going to make a great psychologist.”
Every feeling of intimidation you had for him melted away the more you got to know him. He was actually so sweet and kind…that is until Gojo arrives.
“Heeyyy, I know you. You’re the foreigner that’s in our Sociology class. Did you two get paired up together?” Gojo asks as he sits down at our table
“Yea, we did. My name is Y/N by the way, not the foreigner.” You snap.
Gojo smiles and says, “Yes ma’am. Miss. Y/N ma’am.”
He salutes to you which causes Geto to hold in his laugh. Great, that’s the second military comparison you've gotten in the last hour. You roll your eyes, pretending that it isn't funny. The joke itself was stupid but you did think it was funny how Gojo and Geto think and say similar things.
“Enough Satoru, don’t pick on her. She has to like me if we’re going to be partners.” Geto says as he stares at you.
“You already know that she likes you. The way she stares at you in class is a dead giveaway.” Gojo says as he too locks eyes on you.
They were putting you on the spot. Your heart began racing as they waited for you to say something. How does he even know that you stare at him? Does he watch you in class?
“That’s a bold assumption to make. How would you know that I stare at him? Are you staring at me during class?” You say turning the tables on the white haired man sitting before you.
Geto draws his attention on Gojo waiting for him to rebuttal. He just smiles and says, “I like this girl, Geto. You got lucky. I’m stuck working with Utahime and she’s no fun unless we’re drinking.” He pouts.
You three spend lunch together, talking about literally everything else but the project. Gojo is to blame for that. Even though no work got done, you were able to get a good sense of who they are. They were exactly how Utahime and Shoko described them but you felt another vibe from them. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but they both seemed very…forward towards you. Gojo left at some point in the conversation, leaving you and Geto alone again.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow tonight?” Geto asks, snapping you out contemplation.
“No, just studying. Why what's up?”
“You should come over to work on the project. Gojo will be at Utahime and Shoko’s place so he won't distract us.”
“Sure, I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You ask.
“Just yourself is fine.” He states.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. I’ve got to head to my next class.” You say as you grab your things from the table.
“Have fun. I’ll text you.” He says as he places his headphones on his ears. He waves at you as you make your way to the exit.
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After class, you immediately text Shoko and Utahime in a group chat.
You: hey…. Geto invited me to his place tomorrow night to work on the project and he said that he will text me????
Hime: text you???
Shoko: about what???
You: IDK!! If I'm coming over tomorrow to work on the project why would he need to text me?
Hime: I think Geto is interested in you…
Shoko: yea i second that, he’s not a big texter.
You couldn't believe the messages you were reading. It’s not that you don’t think Geto would find you attractive, it just seems like all of this was coming out of nowhere.
You: I don't know how to respond to this….
You lock your phone and put it in your pocket. In this moment, you had to be honest with yourself. Are you going to be able to control yourself when you go over to his place tomorrow? Gojo was correct about you staring at Geto in class. You did think he was hot, in fact you thought both of them were hot. But you made a promise to yourself that you weren’t getting involved with anymore fuckboys because you tend to get lost in the thrill of it. You love giving fuck boys a taste of their own medcine. You’d fuck them and ghost them just like they’ve done to countless of women. However, you didn’t want to play that game with either of the boys since they are friends with Shoko and Utahime. You weren’t looking to date either considering that you are just here for school.
“Y/N!! You on the way home?” You hear someone yell from behind you.
You turn around to see Gojo walking towards you.
“Yea, I’m done for today.” You answer.
“Sweet, me too. You like boba? I was just going to get some if you wanna tag along?.” he offers.
“Ooo, I love boba. How far is it?”
“It’s like a 20 minute walk away from here.”
“Okay sure! Let's go.”
You should have said no to him but it's too late to change your answer now. You start walking off campus with Gojo.
“Do you think Geto is hot? Be honest! I won’t tell him.” He interjects.
He’s so forward!
“You didn’t answer my question from earlier about you watching me in class. Until you answer that I’m not saying anything.”
“Alright, I’ll bite. I’m an observant guy. I see everything. I’ve even caught youlooking at me from time to time but that was in the beginning of the year. You stopped once you became friends with Shoko and Utahime. Why is that?” He says staring you down through his shades.
You’re caught. Everything he said is true. Out of respect for Shoko and Utahime, your little crush on them diminished. You don’t want them to think you had only become friends with them just to get to Gojo and Geto. But Gojo doesn’t need to know that.
“I thought you two seemed cool and I like the way you both dress. I can’t help but to stare if the fit goes hard.” You partially lie. Everyone knows you love fashion so this wasn’t a bad cover up.
“You sure about that?” He persists.
“Positive.” You stand 10 toes down.
“Well, Geto and I share a lot of things. So uh, don’t be nervous to ask us for anything.” He says with a sly look on his face. “Clothes and accessories, I mean.”
What the fuck is he getting at right now?
This was a cute fluff introduction for what is to come…. And let me just say yall are in for something cute lol
Part TWO out now!!
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a bunch of upperclassman Sukuna AU + when they become teachers
idk where i am going with this i just like this idea a lot lol
profiles pt.3 || extras
m.list || yn’s group - 2etherial - posts
A/N-
・Gojo and Geto’s lore/jobs are HEAVILY inspired by this one headcannon/drabble i saw about gojo accidentally becoming an influencer-and it kills me that i dont remember who wrote it
・Amanai is actually yn’s cousin, not too closely related but they met eachother at a family gathering one time and have been joined at the hip since-and yes they DO call eachother before a gathering to make sure the other is going
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Capa para a fanfic “The Holligan” escrito por Macaulayculkin para a seção de Jujutsu Kaisen, fanfic com foco nos personagens Utahime e Gojo Satoru.
Se inspire! Não copie! Manipulação feita por mim e Artes Oficiais utilizadas. Créditos aos donos de todos os recursos utilizados como renders, backgrounds e psd’s.
GATHER ROUND KITTENS… 🐺 it’s POLL TIME 😈
i have a few ideas brewin lmk what yall want first😋
utahime would benefit from having a super whipped gf
like yes, you tease her sometimes and it’s cute and sweet and silly but the second her tone gets even a little serious you’re shutting the fuck up and listening!!
like okay okay. making out w her right. it’s messy and a little loud and your grip on her hips is just a little too tight but she doesn’t mention it. she pulls away from the kiss, breathing out a small “need you” against your lips.
you kinda just cock your head to the side and smile a bit. “you already have me, ‘hime.” it was a small tease, just something silly and playful to irk her a little.
ohhh but the way she looks at you after you say that… her pretty eyes are all hazy and her brows are slightly furrowed. “no, i need all of you. please.” she’s not even frustrated with you, she just needs you in any way she can get you. what else can you do other than nod and bend to her every whim? and god, if you didn’t feel bad for making your girl feel like she had to beg for what she wanted.
so OBVIOUSLY u pay her back by making her squirt all over ur face. duh.
utahime scar theories? they can be a silly or canon-adjacent as you want. ive heard some pretty based things but some of them make me giggle
what do you guys think happened
midnight doodles (icant sleep :p)
My GetoHime Trash
When I die and go to heaven, no doubt an angel will ask why I put so much GetoHime content onto the internet. I shall have no good response, other then things just played out this way. My head, heart, and gut all say ShokoHime, but GetoHime is too conceptually entertaining for me to ignore.
Below is a master list of my GetoHime stories. They are all on ao3. Please note the rating at the end of the description. All adult situations depicted are between consenting adults. There is also drug use, mental health issues, and violence in a few of the stories. Please mind the tags of each story - I go out of my way to ensure that readers know what they are getting into. It is all NSFW, lol.
Ongoing
In every dream home a heartache: When Suguru comes back to pay Mei Mei his half of the rent, he finds that Utahime has moved into his old room. He doesn't know how to feel about it. Rated M.
Multi-chapter
Father and Mothers and Daughters and Sons: Suguru and Utahime realizing that adulthood is purgatory. Rated E.
Kept in Place: Suguru and Utahime, evolving. Rated E.
I give you my life: No one ever wants to wait for their real life to start. Rated E.
Invite the Weight: Being with someone doesn't fix the hole left behind by someone else. It's worse when you invite that person back into your life. Rated E.
Even Cockroaches Can Dream: Watching someone change right before your eyes. Or: Suguru’s charm and Utahime’s denial can only hide their crazy for so long. Rated E.
Osteosarcoma: When it's over, it's just Geto and Utahime. Rated E.
Lightning Strikes Twice: When Suguru stops being the person Utahime thinks he is, he decides to make sure that she can never forgive him. Rated E.
When the Birds Began to Die: Being stuck with someone you haven't seen in years for days doesn't usually end so well. Rated E.
One shot
But I love him: "I love you, call me back." Rated M.
If We Make It Through December: So, where was Utahime during the Night Parade? Rated E.
Melted Brains: Suguru and Utahime, getting into it. Rated E.
Sticking Point: Worst cab ride ever. Rated M.
The Past Participle: Coming down easy. Rated E.
it's 6am and I need to sleep but skhm..
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Unintended study breaks
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Gojo Satoru X Reader
Geto Suguru X Reader
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Synopsis: In a world of curses and power struggles take center stage, you’ve always kept to the simple aspects of life. Focussing on your studies, your friendships and life in the dorms. Though everything changes when Geto challenges Gojo that he can’t win your heart and what happens when Geto realizes that Gojo needs to lose.
WORD COUNT: 4K +words bc i forgot
₍^. .^₎⟆ The second year Jujutsu students myself, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, and a beautiful cute underclass Utahime were gathered in the common area, theoretically doing homework. In reality, we were doing everything but homework.
Gojo, lying upside down on the couch with his legs over the backrest, was dramatically tossing popcorn into the air and trying to catch it with his mouth. He had a zero percent success rate, but he never gave up. Shoko was sprawled across the floor, using a pile of textbooks as a pillow, idly flicking through a medical journal like it was a fashion magazine. Geto was sitting properly at the table, actually doing his homework like a responsible human being, while Utahime sat beside him, aggressively erasing something from her worksheet with the energy of someone who hated their life choices.
I was sandwiched between Gojo and the armrest, trying to copy Geto’s notes with out it being to obvious.
“Pfft bro.” Gojo suddenly sat up (well, tried to he mostly just flopped onto me). “Geto, your handwriting looks like it belongs on some ancient cursed scroll. You a reincarnated sorcerer or something?”
“It’s called cursive, Satoru.” Geto didn’t even look up.
Gojo gasped dramatically. “Oh my god. My best friend is cursed? This is a betrayal of the highest order.”
“Cursed technique: calligraphy,” I added solemnly, earning a chuckle from Geto and an eyeroll from Utahime.
“You guys are so dumb,” Utahime muttered, rubbing her temples.
Gojo gasped again, louder this time. “Did you hear that? She called us dumb!” He clutched his chest like he’d been shot.
“You are dumb,” Shoko said lazily from the floor, not even looking up.
“That’s different! You’re mean in a fun way.”
Utahime threw her eraser at him. It bounced off his Infinity and hit me instead.
“Ow!” I yelped. “I’m just a civilian in this battle!”
Gojo gave me a very serious pat on the head. “Casualties of war, my friend.”
I shoved him off the couch. He landed with a loud oof, but it was impossible to tell if it was real or exaggerated for dramatic effect. Probably the latter. There were very few that he turned his infinity off for.
“That’s it, I’m calling Yaga,” Utahime announced, standing up.
“Oh no, whatever shall we do?” Gojo deadpanned from the floor, not moving an inch.
“Utahime, sit down. You know you’re not actually gonna snitch,” Shoko said, flipping a page.
Utahime hesitated… then sighed heavily and sat back down. “I hate all of you.” Then turns toward you and shoko “oh except you both, you guys can of no wrong ever… except fraternize with the enemy”
“Aww, we love you too,” Geto said with a grin.
“No, you don’t.”
The room fell into a brief moment of peace. I was about to actually focus on my homework when a sudden SMACK!
A popcorn kernel hit Utahime square on the forehead.
Silence.
Slowly, she turned her head toward Gojo, who was whistling innocently, hands behind his head.
“…You’re dead.”
I barely had time to grab my notebook before she lunged at him, and the entire common room erupted into .
Utahime lunged at Gojo with all the fury of a woman who had had enough. Gojo, being Gojo, simply leaned back, letting Infinity do its thing. Utahime’s hands stopped midair, frozen inches from his stupid, smug face.
“Oh nooo, I’m so scared,” Gojo said flatly, grinning ear to ear.
Utahime clenched her fists. “Turn it off. Right now.”
“Nah.”
“Gojo, I swear to-”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Gojo interrupted, wagging a finger. “No swearing, Utahime. You’re a role model.”
“I will end your bloodline.”
“You’d have to get through my Infinity first.”
Utahime looked about this close to grabbing a chair and throwing it at him, which, honestly, would have been hilarious, so I was rooting for her. Unfortunately, Geto always the peacemaker decided to intervene.
“Alright, enough. Gojo, stop being a menace,” Geto said, not even looking up from his notes.
Gojo placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “Me? A menace? Suguru, how could you say that?”
“Easily.”
“Cold. Ice cold.” Gojo turned to me and Shoko, looking for support. “Did you hear that? He doesn’t even hesitate to slander me!”
“I mean,” I said, flipping a page in my book, “you did start it.”
Shoko nodded. “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure you deserve it.”
Gojo gasped. “Et tu, Brute?!”
“Okay, first of all,” I said, setting my pen down, “don’t act like you read Julius Caesar.”
“I’ve read some books,” Gojo huffed.
“Manga doesn’t count,” Geto said.
“I WASN’T GONNA SAY MANGA.”
We all just looked at him.
“…Okay, fine, I was, but still!”
At this point, Utahime had accepted that violence wouldn’t work and decided to settle for a verbal attack instead. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”
The room went silent.
“OH MY GOD.” Gojo reeled back like she’d stabbed him in the heart. “I can’t believe you’d say something so cruel!”
“Well, am I wrong?”
Gojo dramatically fell onto the couch, clutching his forehead like he was about to faint. “I’m young! I have my whole life ahead of me! Besides, love is a distraction”
“More like nobody can tolerate you,” Utahime muttered.
“EXCUSE ME?”
I leaned toward Shoko. “How long do you think this will last?”
Shoko yawned. “Until Yaga finds us or Gojo runs out of stupid things to say.”
“So if it’s the latter… never?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Gojo and Utahime were still in a heated debate about his supposed “overwhelming rizz” versus her “chronic bad taste in men.” Meanwhile, I was hunched over the table from the couch, desperately trying to copy Geto’s notes without getting caught.
“Y’know,” Geto said without looking up, “if you actually studied, you wouldn’t have to steal my notes.”
“I do study,” I whispered back with a glare. “I just study better when the answers are already written down.”
Geto chuckled, twirling his pen. “Uh huh. And how’s that strategy working for you?”
“Well, I haven’t failed out yet.”
“Yet.”
I squinted at him. “Are you rooting against me?”
“Of course not,” he said smoothly. “I’m just saying, if you need help, you could always ask.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Would you actually help, though? Or would you just lecture me about proper study habits?”
Geto smiled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Before I could argue, Utahime’s voice cut through our conversation.
“At least I don’t actively repel women like a cursed technique,” she snapped at Gojo.
Gojo gasped, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. “What is wrong with you? Why would you say something so hurtful?”
“Because it’s true,” Utahime said.
I turned to Geto, lowering my voice. “Is it bad that I kind of want to see how this ends?”
Geto smirked. “I’d be more surprised if you didn’t.”
Shoko, who had been lying on the floor the entire time, finally sat up and looked at Gojo. “Didn’t you try flirting with a girl last week, and she walked away before you even finished your sentence?”
Gojo pointed at her, looking betrayed. “That was because she was in a hurry!”
Geto and I exchanged a look.
“She was speed walking like she was being chased by a curse,” I said.
“She practically teleported out of there,” Geto added.
Gojo groaned, throwing himself onto the couch. “You guys suck.”
“Not as bad as your game,” Utahime muttered.
Before Gojo could launch a counterattack, the door suddenly slid open. Yaga stood in the doorway, looking like he had already lost the will to deal with us. His eyes scanned the mess popcorn on the floor, a couch war, me mid cheating…., and Shoko still lying down like a corpse.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
“I don’t even want to know,” Yaga muttered.
“Great!” Gojo said immediately. “Then we don’t have to explain!”
Yaga exhaled through his nose. “Just clean this place up.”
“Yes, sir,” I said quickly, trying to look as innocent as possible.
He gave us one last look a “I regret everything look” before leaving. The second the door shut, everyone exhaled in relief.
“That was a close one,” I muttered, stretching my arms.
“For you guys,” Utahime huffed. “He probably blames me for not keeping you idiots in line.”
“You could fun away and report gojo. Maybe there might be some balance for once” Geto suggested.
“I should,” she muttered, not realizing the diss thrown at her. “But then I’d have to listen to him whine about it for weeks.”
Gojo sat up, grinning. “You know me so well.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
Gojo turned to me, grinning. “Speaking of whining”
I blinked. “I’m sorry?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve been copying Geto’s notes this whole time, haven’t you?”
“Uh.” I quickly slapped my notebook shut. “No?”
Geto smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “You totally have.”
“Et tu, Suguru?” I gasped, mocking Gojo from earlier.
“You did steal my notes,” Geto said. “I’m just stating facts.”
Gojo scoffed. “You should’ve copied my notes.”
Utahime snorted. “Like you have anything worth copying.”
“Excuse you, I am a genius,” Gojo said, flipping his nonexistent long hair.
Shoko held up a test paper. “Dude, you got a 42 on the last history quiz.”
Gojo waved a hand. “Pfft, history is for nerds.”
“You’re literally failing.”
“Okay, but in my defense”
“No,” Geto and I said at the same time.
Gojo gasped dramatically. “Wow. No faith in me. I am shattered.”
“Good. Stay that way,” Utahime said, picking up her notes.
I turned to Geto. “Do you think if we actually ignored him for long enough, he’d just disappear?”
Geto chuckled. “Doubtful. He’d probably just start singing for attention.”
“First of all, rude,” Gojo said. “Second of all-”
He started humming loudly, off-key, and obnoxious.
“Shoko,” I deadpanned, “do you still have that chloroform from your medical kit?”
Shoko sighed. “Sadly, I used it all.”
And just like that, our study session once again devolved into . Gojo, of course, took zero hints and continued humming except now, he had started tapping his pen against the table like some kind of makeshift drum.
I turned to Geto. “If we don’t stop him now, this will escalate into full-blown karaoke.”
Geto sighed, flipping a page in his book. “I know.”
“I can feel him about to start beatboxing.”
“You underestimate me,” Gojo said, pointing at me with his pen. “I was gonna freestyle.”
“Oh my God,” Utahime muttered.
“Yo check it ” Gojo slapped the table like a DJ soundboard. “Name’s Gojo Satoru, and I’m here to say”
“No,” Geto and I both said at the same time.
Gojo ignored us. “I’m the strongest sorcerer in every way”
“Shoko,” I cut in. “Is there really nothing in your med kit strong enough to knock him out?”
Shoko, who was sipping from a juice box like she had long since given up, shook her head. “Nah. We’d need industrial grade sedatives.”
I groaned. “We were so close.”
Geto sighed, rubbing his temple. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He reached out, grabbed the eraser I had totally been using for notes, and casually chucked it at Gojo’s forehead.
It bounced off with a soft thud.
Gojo immediately stopped rapping. He blinked, processing what had just happened.
“Did you just throw an eraser at me?”
“Yes,” Geto said, already turning back to his book. “And I’ll do it again.”
Gojo looked at me. “Did you see that?”
“I did.”
“And you’re just okay with this?”
“I actively support it.”
“Wow. No loyalty. You wound me.”
“You’ll live,” I said.
“I could die from heartbreak, you know.”
I stared at him. “That would be the dumbest cause of death I’ve ever heard.”
“It happens to dogs all the time”
“You’d be a moron,” Utahime corrected.
Gojo ignored her, turning back to me with his signature grin. “Y’know, if you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just asked instead of teaming up with Geto to attack me.”
I deadpanned. “You were the one freestyling about yourself unprovoked.”
“Because you inspire me,” he shot back, winking.
I stared at him. “Did you just try to spin that into flirting?”
Gojo leaned in slightly. “Is it working?”
Geto flicked another eraser at him. “No.”
Gojo yelped, dodging this time. “HEY—”
“Well,then ” Gojo said cheerfully, “we should probably get back to studying.”
“You’re the reason we’re in trouble,” Utahime snapped.
I sighed, finally opening my textbook for real. “Okay. Fine. Studying. Let’s go.”
Gojo turned to me, grinning. “You wanna sit next to me?”
“No.”
“Cold.”
Geto smirked, nudging me. “He’s gonna be annoying until you agree, you know.”
“I know,” I muttered.
And just like that, our study session actually started.
Then Gojo got bored again.
For about five minutes, there was actual, real silence.
I was finally getting through the first few pages of my textbook. Utahime was scribbling notes, muttering to herself. Shoko had somehow managed to study while still lying on the floor. Geto was flipping through his book, and Gojo.
Wait.
I slowly looked up from my textbook. Gojo was quiet. Too quiet. I glanced at Geto, who immediately caught my look. He sighed, barely tilting his head toward Gojo. Check on him.
I turned.
Gojo was sitting next to me, pretending to read, but his page hadn’t changed in five minutes. His pen was in his mouth. And he was staring directly at me.
I blinked. “…What?”
Gojo grinned. “Nothing.”
I squinted. “Then why are you staring at me like that?”
“I just like looking at you.”
Utahime immediately gagged. “Oh my God.”
Geto coughed, very obviously covering a laugh.
Shoko, still on the floor, just sipped her juice box.
I groaned, rubbing my face. “Gojo-”
“Satoru,” he corrected. “We’re close enough for first names, aren’t we?”
I stared at him. “No.” ironically enough you call him satoru everyday but in solidarity for utahime you had too.
Gojo dramatically gasped. “After everything we’ve been through?”
“What have we been through?” I asked flatly.
Utahime sighed. “Can we please just study?”
Gojo leaned toward me, resting his chin on his hand. “I would if I had some motivation, y’know?”
“Your motivation is not failing,” Geto said.
Gojo ignored him. “Maybe if someone gave me a little reward for my hard work—”
I grabbed an eraser and shoved it into his mouth.
“Mmfh—!” Gojo spit it out, coughing. “You just fed me rubber!”
“Oops.” I smiled. “My hand slipped.”
Gojo wiped his tongue with his sleeve, pouting. “I hope you know you just kissed me indirectly.”
I stared at him. “Gojo, I will throw you out of this room. Thats not even now that works. It just touched my hand”
Gojo wiggled his eyebrows. “You want to be alone with me that badly?”
Utahime immediately launched her pen at his head.
Gojo ducked, laughing. “Hey! Violence isn’t the answer”
“I swear to God”
The door slammed open again.
Everyone froze.
Yaga stood in the doorway. Again.
His eye twitched.
Utahime immediately pointed at Gojo. “IT WAS HIM.”
Yaga slowly inhaled. Exhaled. “I don’t care. I don’t care. But if you all don’t shut up and actually study” His voice dropped. “You will be running laps until the sun rises.”
Utahime, Geto, and I immediately sat up straight.
“Yes, sir,” we all said in unison.
Yaga shut the door.
Silence.
Then, Gojo leaned toward me and whispered, “Wanna fake an injury to get out of this?”
I grabbed another eraser.
Gojo yelped.
And the study session continued.
—————
the common room had mostly cleared out. Utahime had stormed off first, muttering about how she was never studying with idiots again a bold faced lie, considering she always came back, no matter how much she complained. Then, you had left, still grumbling about not finishing copying Geto’s notes.
Which left just Gojo, Geto, and Shoko in the now technically cleaner, but still slightly chaotic, common room. The table was strewn with abandoned papers, a couple of open textbooks, and a suspiciously high number of empty juice boxes thanks to Shoko’s seemingly endless supply.
Gojo groaned as he flopped onto the couch like he had just fought a life or death battle, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Man, I really gave it my all in there.”
Geto, who hadn’t moved from his spot at the table, barely glanced up from his book. He was always the responsible one, making sure at least one of them actually retained knowledge from these sessions. “You didn’t study at all.”
Gojo peeked out from under his arm with a lazy grin. “I tried, Suguru. I really did.”
Not entirely true. He had opened his book once. That should count for something.
“But some things just aren’t meant to be,” he added with a dramatic sigh.
Shoko, still lounging on the floor with her back against the couch, snorted. “Like your academic success?”
Gojo gasped, lifting his arm to dramatically clutch his chest. “Shoko, watch yourself!”
She just shrugged, casually sipping from yet another juice box.
Geto finally closed his book with a sigh, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “So. Are we gonna talk about how you spent the entire session shamelessly flirting?”
Gojo froze for half a second. Then, as if that half second of hesitation hadn’t existed, he stretched lazily, playing it cool. “Ah. You noticed.”
Geto gave him a flat, unimpressed look. “It was painfully obvious.”
Shoko smirked. “Yeah. You’re about as subtle as a slap to the face.”
Gojo waved a hand like their words meant nothing to him. Even though, yeah, maybe he had been laying it on a little thick. But it wasn’t his fault you were fun to tease. That was on you. No matter now much he tries, you never seem to realize it.
He rolled onto his side, resting his cheek against the couch cushion. “You guys don’t get it. It’s called natural charm.”
Shoko raised her juice box. “So you should probably develop some.”
Gojo shot up, pointing at her. “you’re on thin ice lady”
Geto leaned back in his chair, watching him with a knowing look. “So what’s your plan, exactly?”
Gojo blinked. “Plan?”
Geto smirked, his fingers tapping idly against the table. “You do have a plan, right?”
Gojo squinted at him. “…a plan for?”
Shoko hummed. “I think he’s asking if you actually like her or if you just enjoy being annoying.”
Gojo opened his mouth then promptly shut it. Because that? That was a trap question. A dangerous, loaded question. He glanced at Geto, who was watching him too closely, like he was waiting for a specific answer. Gojo didn’t like that.
So he did what he did best. He deflected.
“Look, does it really matter?” He grinned, leaning back against the armrest. “We’re both having mindless fun”
Geto chuckled, his smirk deepening. “You sound like an ass.”
Gojo smirked right back. “It’s how we bond”
Geto tilted his head slightly, studying him. “Then let’s bet on it.”
Gojo hesitated for half a second. See, here was the thing: Geto never made a bet unless he was certain he’d win.
“…I’m listening.”
“If you actually manage to get a date with her” Geto said smoothly, “I’ll do all your homework for two weeks.”
Gojo sat up immediately. “Two weeks?”
That was so much homework.
“Two weeks,” Geto confirmed, still smirking.
Gojo narrowed his eyes. “…And if I don’t?”
Shoko, who had been waiting for the perfect moment, finally chimed in. “Then you start taking school seriously and stop pursuing her”
Gojo froze.
That? That was a nightmare scenario.
He looked at Geto again, and oh.
Oh.
That was definitely a smug look.
Gojo knew exactly what that meant.
“…Wait a second,” he said slowly. “why are you betting against me?”
Geto shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “I just think you might overestimate your charm.”
“Ohhh, bullshit,” Gojo said immediately, pointing at him. “You wouldn’t be making this bet if you didn’t think I’d win.”
Geto didn’t even try to deny it. “I guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong.”
Shoko snorted. “That’s not happening.”
Gojo scowled. “Okay, why are you so confident?”
Shoko smirked. “i’m on a Y/n fan page so I just want to see happens.”
Geto leaned back in his chair, looking a little too smug for Gojo’s liking. “You don’t exactly have the best track record with romance, Satoru.”
Gojo scoffed. “Okay, first of all, yes I do.”
Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t a girl walk away mid sentence last time you tried flirting?”
Gojo crossed his arms. “She was in a hurry.”
“She ran,” Geto corrected, grinning.
“She had places to be!”
Geto just kept smirking.
And that was when Gojo really put the pieces together.
“…Wait a minute,” Gojo said slowly. “You want me to fail.”
Geto didn’t react. Which meant Gojo was definitely right.
Gojo’s grin widened. “You like her, don’t you?”
Geto finally sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…And there it is.”
Shoko raised an eyebrow at Geto. “oh! this is some plot i didn’t even see coming.” yes she did, but it’s her fault for being friends with idiots.
Gojo pointed dramatically. “You do!”
Geto still didn’t deny it. He just exhaled, standing up. “Are you taking the bet or not?”
Gojo stared at him for a second longer.
Then he smirked.
“Oh, I’m definitely taking it.” He held out a hand. “let’s say a month”
Geto took his hand, shaking it firmly. “a month.”
Shoko just shook her head, standing up as well. “You two are dumb.”
Gojo flopped back onto the couch, grinning. “Maybe.” He turned to Geto. “But I’m the one who’s gonna win.”
Geto just smirked. “We’ll see.”
And just like that, the bet was on.
—
The moment Geto and Shoko left, Gojo stayed where he was on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His legs were sprawled out, one arm draped over his stomach, the other dangling off the side, fingers lightly tapping against the floor. The room was eerily quiet now, aside from the faint hum of the overhead lights and the occasional rustling of papers left behind on the table.
Then it hit him.
“Those bastards left me with the mess.”
He groaned, tilting his head to glare at the table. Textbooks sat half open, notes scattered across the surface, empty juice boxes piled on top of one another in a sad little mountain. Crumpled up papers littered the floor, evidence of Shoko’s inability to toss things into the trash from a distance.
Sighing, he let his head fall back onto the couch. He’d deal with it later. Maybe. Probably.
Right now, he had bigger things to think about.
Like the fact that he had two weeks to get a date.
Two. Whole. Weeks.
That should be plenty of time. He was Gojo Satoru, after all. He was charming. People liked him. He could pull this off.
…Right?
He exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face.
He didn’t usually think about this kind of thing too much. Flirting with you had always been easy. It was just something he did, a joke, a game, a way to pass the time. At least, that’s what he’d always told himself.
But now? With an actual bet on the line?
It felt… different.
Because if he actually tried, if he really put in effort and you still didn’t like him back
Gojo sat up abruptly. Nope. Not going there. Not thinking about that.
Instead, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and immediately typed into the search bar.
How to make someone like you.
A flood of articles popped up.
• 10 Psychological Tricks to Make Anyone Fall for You!
• Signs Your Crush Might Like You Back!
• Why Are You Googling This? Just Be Yourself, Dude.
Gojo frowned at that last one. Rude.
Clicking on the first link, he skimmed the list:
1. Mirroring their movements to build subconscious trust
2. Prolonged eye contact
3. Casual physical touch
4. Making them laugh
5. Using their name often
Gojo read through it once. Then again. His stomach twisted. Because… he already did most of this. And yet. You hadn’t fallen for him.
Was that why Geto had looked so smug earlier? Because he knew? Knew that Gojo had been trying, even if he hadn’t admitted it? Knew that it hadn’t worked? Gojo groaned, flopping back onto the couch dramatically, one arm slung over his face.
This was stupid. This was so stupid. He shouldn’t care this much. It was just a bet. He was just messing around. …Except he wasn’t. Not really.
Because if he lost, if this went wrong it wouldn’t just be a bruised ego.
It’d be proof.
Proof that maybe you really didn’t see him that way. That maybe you never would and that? That was worse than any stupid bet. Gojo exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before opening his notes app.
The Gojo Satoru Foolproof Love Plan™ (That Hopefully Works and Doesn’t End in Humiliation)
1. Mirroring movements (Subtle. Act natural. Don’t be weird.)
2. Eye contact (Not too much though. Don’t be creepy.)
3. Casual touches (Hand on shoulder? Ruffling hair? Is that too much? I don’t know.)
4. Make them laugh (I can do that. I do that.)
5. Say their name more (But not in a weird way.)
6. Grand romantic gesture??? (Only if desperate.)
He hesitated, then added:
7. Don’t mess this up.
Gojo stared at the list for a long moment.
Then he shut his phone off and leaned back against the couch, pressing his palms into his eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just drop it. Forget the bet. Move on.…But he knew he wouldn’t.
Because if there was even the smallest chance that this worked. If there was even the smallest chance that you might actually like him back. Then he had to try.
Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow I’ll start. And maybe, just maybe this wouldn’t be a complete disaster.
