Satoru gojo fic recommendations ! Part two

— he fell from the sky! By @satorunigojaloo

It's a really beautiful series ugh what do i say now. satoru drops *crashes* Infront of reader and reader decided to help him recover from his injuries and during all of that a strong bond forms between you and toru.

Note : make sure to check @/satorunigojaloo 's masterlist,more excellent works of her are there ♡

— double trouble by @moon-catto

Because of a curse satoru is teleported back in time ^.^

— in a few years : part 1 | part 2 by @noroi1000

This one is also about time travel:3

Note : make sure to check @/noroi1000 's other works by scrolling through her blog,more excellent works of her are there ♡

— gunshot of love by @faevi

Smutttttt,dark content and gun play but nothing dangerous and fluff

— Lonely together by @/satorunigojaloo

Roommate toru,bsf to lovers.

— come with me by @/satorunigojaloo

Fluff and lil angst,roommate toru

— belong with me by @chuluoyi

Reader is megumi's sister here and is practically raised by satoru,at some point reader falls in love with toru . And satoru is like 10yrs olders than reader maybe

— heartbreak hotel by @/chuluoyi

Exes of one week to lovers ^.^

— fear by @/chuluoyi

Yeah this one made me cry but angst with a hapi hapi ending ^.^

— everything,but not anything by @/chuluoyi

Angst with a little comfort in the end

— found you by @/chuluoyi

Part two of "everything,but not anything" , comfort/no angst

— between us by @feelstora-quotes

Angsty:( but i love teacher toru ^.^

— older bf!toru by @sttoru

HELL YEAH I LOVE OLDER TORU

— satoru gojo x oc ! reader by @asdfghjklmals

This one is such a unique series,i love it.

— the devil's hour by @sltoru

A fic inspired by a manhwa called "tears on a withered flower". Reader gets cheated on by her husband but satoru saves reader and later she founds out satoru was a boy she met when reader was a small girl:3

— teacher satoru x student reader

Smutttttttttt aghhhhh Idk who's the owner of this drabble but all credits goes to them. I lovveeeeeeeee older toru.

— tell me you don't want me by @awearywritersworld

Satoru falls for his dead best friend's sister,you. Angst to fluff

— step on me by @/sttoru

Angst to fluff ! its always satoru who snaps at reader but this time reader snaps at satoru

— but daddy i love him by @jeankluv

A mini series where you meet satoru at a library, later your parents warn you about how much of a bad person satoru is but satoru proves their words wrong.

⊱ ─────────────────── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─────────────────── ⊰

LET YOU BREAK MY HEART AGAIN FWB!GOJO

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, and pretend that we are more than friends...

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FWB!GOJO who would never deny any allegations being a couple. Whenever you're in a restaurant with FWB!GOJO, he has never corrected the waiter. Actually, he does the opposite. "And... an orange juice for your girlfriend?" You stare at the lady dumbfoundedly while FWB!GOJO grins, "My lovely 'girlfriend' here, prefers apple, isn't that right babe?"

FWB!GOJO who knows everything about your body, that oh-so-sweet spot inside you that just a slight curl of his fingers is enough to make you squirm. FWB!GOJO who remembers each and every single one of your beauty marks. He would leave trails of kisses on your birthmark, moles, and scars scattered around your body in places even you didn't know it existed.

🁪 ・HOTEL LOBBY

PAIRING — nanami x f!reader x gojo

SYNOPSIS — after traveling hours to see your long distance boyfriend, you end up feeling more like a burden than his girlfriend. so when two strangers you meet in the hotel lobby offer you a distraction, you can't say no. based off of this song.

WC — (13k)

a/n: please listen to the song pls pls pls. super huge thank you to @taomyou for beta reading (if you like levi check out her work!!!) and tiny thank you to my girlfriend for helping me write the freak.

m. list | divider | read this on ao3

"Hey, give me a minute," your boyfriend mutters, barely glancing at you as he pushes himself up off of you, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

The dim glow of the screen lights up his face, and you watch as a slow smile creeps across his lips.

"Shit," he chuckles, swiping at the screen. "I gotta take this. You can clean yourself up, right?"

You barely have time to nod before he's already tugging his boxers back on, running a hand through his hair as he heads toward the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the hotel bed, skin still warm from where his hands had been just moments ago.

Alone.

Tonight was supposed to be special.

conversations on love

[series. ongoing. 42.0k wc. post-canon-divergent. reader is a sorcerer. slow burn. friends to lovers. includes some nsfw.] ···· in every instance of love, gojo finds you.

*this is not a strict series so i'll be adding works to this whenever i feel like something exists in this universe! you might also enjoy: do you know what love is like?, a mini-series of almost's within col where you and gojo nearly get together, but don't.

recommended: to be read in the order below! each fic can kind of stand alone but is better read in order for more context.

ao3 mirror

falling snow masterlist

relationships: Choso x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader (multiple endings)

content: MDNI, fake-dating, piv sex, oral (f! + m! receiving) heavy pining, longing, idiots-in-love, (not-so) unrequited love, jealousy, break-ups and makeups, semi-public sex, messy relationships, smut, angst with happy endings

chapter index

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven

Choso's Ending

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

Gojo's Ending

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

Geto's Ending

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve

i wrote a stsg fanfic if anyone wanna read it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64323391

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

❅・WHISPER OF THE HEART

SYNOPSIS — The three times he tries to tell you, and the one time he actually does.

WC — (9k)

a/n: hey chat! this is a longgggg chapter heh... thank u sooo much for all the support on woth! this is the first fic ive ever actually finished and it means so much to me, so i hope you enjoy! reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated ^*^

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New York City, New York, USA

2016

"Thanks," you murmur to the taxi driver, slipping him a few crumpled bills from your purse before pushing open the door. The city air clings to your skin as you step onto the sidewalk, exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

You make your way into your apartment building, the familiar hum of late-night quiet wrapping around you. The concierge greets you with a polite nod, and you return it with a tired smile before heading toward the elevator, already thinking about the comfort of your bed.

As you step into the elevator, you sigh, slipping off your heels with a quiet exhale. The cold tile on the floor sends a brief shiver up your spine, a contrast to the warmth lingering on your skin from the long night. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, settling heavy in your limbs as you lean back against the wall, letting your eyes flutter shut for just a moment, the soft hum of the elevator lulling you into a haze.

Just as you step out, your phone rings. You can never escape work.

oh, mr. president — nanami kento (m).

pairing ⋆ president!nanami kento & chief usher!reader

genre & word count ⋆ fluff & smut | 11.8k words.

fic tags & warnings ⋆ fem-bodied!reader (they/she), political!au, political inaccuracies, forbidden romance, workplace romance, constant banter, nanami thee yearning god, age gap, unprotected sex, pleasure dom!nanami, breast play, fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, mating press, flashbacks are italicized, etc.

sticky notes ⋆ i binge watched the residence with my mom, and then i thought of scandal with president fitz. i know nanami would make such an amazing president. [ crossposted on ao3 ! ]

“Remember,” Kugisaki Nobara says, sitting alongside her partner, Itadori Yuuji, inside the work car, a white BMW. It's outdated, a 2013 328i model, but it gets the job done and it's still fast. “Don't be a dumbass and say something stupid. This is the chief usher, the person that knew the president the best and finally giving us more details about their relationship. We can't mess this up.”

“Allegedly,” Yuuji points out, still siding with the minority that believed the ex-president didn't sleep with them. He huffs, reaching for his half-empty sprite in the cup container. “Why're you so concerned with me? What about you? Remember our last gig together— you nearly got us fired for the stunt you pulled asking for that autograph.”

“I didn't think that Gojo was serious about that,” Nobara crosses her arms, avoiding Yuuji's gaze. “It was after the interview as well. That man was and still is a jackass!”

“Whatever,” Yuuji downs the rest of his drink before belching out loudly to Nobaras's dismay. She gasps and reaches for the door handle as she mumbles to herself, disgusting. “Let's just get this one out the way without either of us messing anything up.”

Merman!Nanami with iridescent yellow, blue and green scales, hard washboard abs, beautiful blond hair and eyes that squint often because he doesn't know he needs glasses.

Merman!Nanami spends his afternoons watching ships past and often hopes they sink so he can have a book or two to read on the rock he perches himself on.

Merman!Nanami avoids a guppy called Gojo like the plague and purposefully goes nearer to the rocky shallows where he knows Gojo won't follow for some peace and quiet

Merman!Nanami likes to sleep away from the pod when they get too loud and goes to a little seaweed forest, ties seaweed around his waist to keep from floating away and snoozes with the warm rays reaching him from the surface.

Merman!Nanami, during a particularly stormy night, goes to the surface hoping some trinkets would fall from passing ships, only to find you, a curious woman on a cliff, long dress billowing behind your shaking form, seemingly crying.

Merman!Nanami listens to you singing a broken melody, haunting and captivating in ways he had never know the waves to sound. He feels a pang in his chest, a galloping, like something coming to life.

Merman!Nanami hears the last note silenced by the cacophony of the disastrous storm raging war against land and can only watch when you fall, or jump. It’s unclear.

Merman!Nanami knows better than to swim to you, to hold you in his arms as he takes you back to shore, laying you down gently with your dress soaked and see-through. He knows he shouldn't press his lips to yours, shouldn't return life, shouldn't linger when he feels a tingling of something rather lovely.

Merman!Nanami retreats just enough to hide behind a large rock, dipping low into the water, and watches some other humans find you and take you away.

Merman!Nanami who seeks out your form, strolling through the beach as you search for your saviour, for the blur of blond hair and shiny scales. He listens to your songs, lulled by the softness of your voice and the sadness it carries. You come every day. Always so beautiful, so enchanting, so far.

Merman!Nanami who yearns to have legs so that he may hear your voice all the better, to feel the notes land on his skin, warm and comforting the way the sea can never be. He dreams of your skin and wonders if it's anything like his, if yours will feel good under his touch, pressed to his body. He ponders your scent — do you still smell of salt, regret and loneliness?

Merman!Nanami worries one day you'll stop coming by and he'll return to the suffocating silence he's only ever known in his life. More than that, he worries someone else, much closer to man than he ever will be, will get to have you all to himself. When will that happen?

Merman!Nanami who stops coming to the surface altogether when he realises he'd rather never know.

"so pretty, 'toru."

he's like putty in your hands. eyes drooped low as he gazes up at you, he mumbles something unintelligible through cheeks squished by the hands that cup his hands. he wouldn't dare move to make himself coherent, though. moving any of the long limbs wrapped around your like a koala would be more offending than his students calling him old.

(you've seen plenty of that firsthand.)

but here, in the comfort of your shared space, he's not a teacher. he's not a sorcerer, or the shoulders that carry jujutsu excellence, or the strongest. here, with the window cracked just a bit to let in the night breeze and the blankets fresh out of the dryer warm on his skin... he's just 'toru. hopelessly loved by you to the furthest corner of his domain and beyond.

you can't help but smile as he drifts further and further into sleep in your hands, lids falling closed for a brief second before fluttering halfway open again. it's almost like a little game at this point. how long will he last this time?

and as if on cue, you mumble with him—"'m not tired, just restin' my eyes."

you giggle when he looks up to glare at you halfheartedly, expression already slipping into fondness as you stroke your thumbs against his cheeks in calming circles. you watch in real time as he sags into open adoration. your certain he can hear your heart fluttering around inside your ribcage.

"my heart," he manages to sigh between drawn out yawns. "everything i do is for you. because of you. and the kids, and.."

"if i could turn your brain off for the next few hours, i would," you muse in return, smiling when he gives you a knowing look. pale eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones before he burrows his face into your neck. you move easily, petting through his hair. "but you're appreciated, 'ru."

your voice lowers to a whisper. "if not by anyone, then by me. always going to be in your corner. always."

he doesn't respond. not verbally, anyway. but as his shoulders finally give way to exhaustion and his body leans against yours, the ghost of a kiss brushed against your jawline is as much as a thank you as it would have been shouted from the top of the world.

Stages of Pregnancy with the JJK Men

Individual JJK men x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader, Choso x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Yuta x Reader, Inumaki x Reader, Megumi x Reader, and Yuji x Reader. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

Whoever said pregnancy was a blessing, a magical experience, they were lying out of their ass. Here is a collection of fics following the stages of pregnancy with the Jujutsu Kaisen men, hope you enjoy this mini-series.

THIS SERIES IS FINISHED!!!!

If you are not into the pregnancy trope, then this series is CLEARLY isn't for you! Please don't send hate or leave rude comments, you have been warned!

Content Warnings: descriptions of pregnancy and labor, pregnant reader, babies, unexpected pregnancy, financial stress, hormones, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms, surrogacy/adoption, issues with getting pregnant, talk of abortion, fluff, angst, smut (with aged-up characters ONLY), and more! In depth warnings will be included with each fic as they are posted, please prioritize your mental health!