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Most delicious rage bait😌

her before you

angst | jjk men x f!reader

when you’re in need of them but they’re busy helping another woman you don’t have great history with

featuring: gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

pt. 1 (taglist open)

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a/n: various! x reader angst debut guys. reader’s tired of this repetitive behavior btw so she means business.

One in a million moment when the poster can back it up!!!

did yall think I was joking?

I LOVE THESE TYPES OF ANGST SMAUS CUZ U ALREADY KNOW THERE A PART 2222😍 wonderful work!

hi reyna! I was the one who suggested that they forget bday and anniversary ones lol! And you nailed it! Can I possibly suggest one more; where jjk men ghost us for some reason(idk whatever it could be) and just be like are u stupid or smthg, can't you see m busy?! And we give them fucking space they wanted

(totally not inspired by irl)

Also can I be 😈 cause all I suggest is angst

it's so nice to finally know who's responsible for the angst! nice to meet you 😈 anon. hope you don't mind that i changed this request a little bit. 🥰

JJK Smau: "Just leave me alone." 🙄

- your bf (the jjk men) snapping at you.

geto, shiu, nanami, sukuna, toji, choso, and gojo

contains: angst, the guys being mean

likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated. 🌸

Great job!

Shidou ryusei 🎀

It was supposed to be a simple study of tonocha__ (twt) 's art style( they're amazing!!) But well aaaa.👍

Ouch. Seriously relatable and I wish it wasn’t.

GUYS. We need more stuff about Naoya Zenin right NEOW! Like I get he’s a misogynistic prick but…BRAT TAMING??!! Like not pegging him…but like, just riding and edging him till bro is sobbing?🤭😍

I- oh that sweet sweet soul

I CAN and WILL!👹

•GYM PICS•

Content - MDNI, reader sending workout pics to JJK men, SUGGESTIVE

Characters - Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji

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MY BABYYYY😭😭😭😭😭🥰

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 '𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙐' 𝘾𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀?

Satoru Gojo x reader.

What's a toru cuddle?

You and him both know what a toru cuddle is.

It's when he comes back from work literally 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 and the only thing that drags him home is the thought of a toru cuddle, you named it that.

He came back home with a big pout almost pushing all his lip out like a baby when it's about to cry, and you know what's about to happen, he's gonna plop his body on you and after 5 minutes he'll drag your ass to bed with him and put his whole weight on you 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵.

He must be rewarded with a kiss every 10 or 5 minutes because he worked really hard today and he tried to act nonchalant and cool which isn't him and he's exhausted, you shall praise him occasionally for what a good boy he's been and how he's so good at his job and to you. You can't call him Gojo Or Satoru, that isn't his name its toru because it sounds only right from your mouth you're the person closest to him, he is always wanting your warmth and loves how you never complain to him of being too clingy or too childish around you, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

All he wants is to enjoy life a little and forget about the horrible jujutsu society, you and your cuddles are his life source.

That's what a toru cuddle is, it's him and you 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

Comments are appreciated!!! ≧﹏≦

The fact that gojo the strongest too, so the only suicide missions would be the ones he makes an effort to carry out as such. The only way he ends up on shokos table would be if he wanted to be.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t bear the faint smell of your shampoo in the stairwell you’d just left, the sound of your laughter disappearing around the corner.

He’d started excusing himself from staff meetings at school, much to the fury of the higher-ups. But he quite literally couldn’t be in the same room with you. Not after what he’d done.

The strongest sorcerer started letting his Infinity slip, hoping you’d brush against him in the hallway just so he could feel you again.

He got sloppy on missions, ending up on Shoko’s operating table more and more often. The last time, forced back into consciousness by her technique and a lungful of secondhand smoke, she had called him on it.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Satoru? You think that’s going to bring them back?” He took so long to answer that she started to worry he’d passed back out.

“I know it won’t.” His ocean-blue eyes were an abyss. “But then it wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Gojo knew he hardly had the right to say it. You had only had one request of him when you got together, one thing that worried you about getting involved with him and his reputation. And he had blown it all up.

It didn’t matter that it was his first love, his high-school ex that he never really got over. It didn’t even matter that he had a good excuse when it came down to it. You had caught Gojo with his tongue down someone else’s throat, and ended it on the spot.

So he dragged himself and his self-pity around campus, half-heartedly instructing the first years when he wasn’t busy volunteering for suicide missions.

You kept your broken heart well-hidden, quietly requesting a transfer to Kyoto at the end of this semester. You looked right through him when you couldn’t avoid him entirely, and found empty bathroom stalls to cry in afterward.

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You had carefully planned your escape, steadily sending your belongings on to the Kyoto school and distancing yourself from the administration of the Tokyo campus for the past few weeks. Now moving day was here, a one-way ticket clutched in your hand. It felt both impossible and inevitable.

No one was there to see you off, as requested. Your closest friends would come visit and everyone else didn’t care much either way.

Except for the person you were running from.

You felt him before you saw him, his Six Eyes boring into you from across the station. His snow-white hair was scruffy, sticking up like he’d been pulling at it. Dark sunglasses hid his shadowed eyes.

“Gojo? What the fuck are you doing here?” You knew he could hear your harsh whisper from where he stood.

“Gojo, huh? Ouch.” He crossed the room in a blink, pushing up his glasses to show off an exaggerated wince, one eye scrunched shut. “That hurts.”

“Good. You should know how it feels. Now if you don’t mind, I have a train to catch.” You tried to step around him, but he easily mirrored you.

“It doesn’t leave for another ten minutes. Can we talk?”

“Talk? Talk about what, asshole? How your ex tasted?” A pointless shove against his broad chest.

Gojo caught your wrists in one hand. “Please.”

You made the mistake of eye contact, taking a half-step closer, and your heart broke open all over again. He was so beautiful, so desperate, his vulnerability a halo. The wound you had tried to cauterize with space and silence flared back to agonizing life.

He sensed your hesitation- he knew all your weaknesses- and used the opportunity to pull you into his arms. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry, you have no idea…” murmured apologies into your hair.

“Fuck you,” you said to his chest.

“I know, baby.” A shaky laugh. “I know.”

Against all your instincts, the longing to melt into his embrace, you stepped back. “Satoru…” you did your best to ignore the hope in his face when you used that name. “You can’t expect me to forget what you’ve done.”

“I don’t! I swear. Just please, don’t run away from this. From us. I can’t lose you.” He still held your wrists, your pulses knocking against each other.

“You already did.”

He lets go, off balance, like you’d punched him in the gut. Your train doors are opening and you’re turning away, not before you catch the shine of tears in his blue, blue eyes.

You’re sorry too, so goddamn sorry, but you’re stepping off the platform and there’s nothing left to say, even if you had the time to say it.

The doors close indifferently, your world cleaved in two. Before and after, inside and out. You turn back, watching him shrink into nothing as you pull out of the station. He watches you disappear for much, much longer.