naoya praises himself while he's got you folded in half, your knees pressed to your chest, his cock slipping in and out of you at a rate that has your brain melting out of your ears.

"making a mess," he comments, not bothering to slow his pace as he leans into your space, lips turned up into a sly smirk and just centimeters from your ear to ask, "that 'cause of me?"

and when your walls start clamping down around him, "cumming again? who did that for you?" followed by a laugh.

but every once in a while, his confidence cracks. you don't even realize he's started to slip until his forehead presses to yours.

his pace starts to falter, collapsing into you. he supports his weight on one arm above your head, the other wrapped around your waist as your hips work together now. the angle is just right, the tip of his cock staying pressed into your sweet spot, every shift of your hips sending little shockwaves down your spine.

"tell me i'm doing a good job," his voice wavers when he asks, throat bobbing as he swallows down his fear of rejection. vulnerability is written all over him - eyes squeezed shut, his fingers playing with the loose ends of your hair. when you take too long to respond, he chokes out a, "please."

your hand comes up to his face, gently placing it against his cheek. you bring your lips together for a moment and then, "you're doing a good job," when you pull away, head falling back into the mattress.

your voice is soft and seemingly exactly what he needs. he lets out a low, lengthy moan, letting more of his weight settle on top of you as his thrusts pick up speed again.

naoya praises himself while he's got you folded in half, your knees pressed to your chest, his cock slipping in and out of you at a rate that has your brain melting out of your ears.

"making a mess," he comments, not bothering to slow his pace as he leans into your space, lips turned up into a sly smirk and just centimeters from your ear to ask, "that 'cause of me?"

and when your walls start clamping down around him, "cumming again? who did that for you?" followed by a laugh.

but every once in a while, his confidence cracks. you don't even realize he's started to slip until his forehead presses to yours.

his pace starts to falter, collapsing into you. he supports his weight on one arm above your head, the other wrapped around your waist as your hips work together now. the angle is just right, the tip of his cock staying pressed into your sweet spot, every shift of your hips sending little shockwaves down your spine.

"tell me i'm doing a good job," his voice wavers when he asks, throat bobbing as he swallows down his fear of rejection. vulnerability is written all over him - eyes squeezed shut, his fingers playing with the loose ends of your hair. when you take too long to respond, he chokes out a, "please."

your hand comes up to his face, gently placing it against his cheek. you bring your lips together for a moment and then, "you're doing a good job," when you pull away, head falling back into the mattress.

your voice is soft and seemingly exactly what he needs. he lets out a low, lengthy moan, letting more of his weight settle on top of you as his thrusts pick up speed again.

DAYLIGHT

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.”

𓏲𝄢 Dollie's Note: “Welcome back, Dollie!” we all say in unison.

𓏲𝄢 Summary: Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and the most perfect boyfriend alive.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU is, quite frankly, one of the silliest people you'll ever meet. He's the type to confidently give the wrong directions despite insisting he knows exactly where he's going, make up the most ridiculous excuses whenever he's caught doing something stupid, and laugh so hard at his own jokes that he can barely finish telling them. Half the time you're genuinely left wondering how the strongest sorcerer alive can also be this much of an idiot, but somehow, that's exactly what makes him so unbelievably endearing.

❦ Having BOYFRIEND!SATORU in your life means accepting that personal space is more of a suggestion than an actual boundary. He appears beside you without warning, rests his chin on your shoulder while you're cooking, follows you from room to room simply because he'd rather be wherever you are, and somehow convinces you that doing absolutely nothing together is infinitely better than doing anything apart.

❦ Dating BOYFRIEND!SATORU means never having to wonder what you're doing on the weekend because he's already made plans for the both of you. One day it's an amusement park simply because he woke up craving roller coasters, the next it's a late-night drive with no destination in mind, followed by an impromptu picnic after spotting a field that “looked romantic enough.” He has an almost unfair talent for making even the most ordinary days feel like little adventures you'll end up talking about for years.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU is, unfortunately, a massive baby. The strongest sorcerer alive somehow loses all dignity the second he decides you haven't paid enough attention to him. Suddenly he's dramatically collapsing across your lap because you've been answering emails for twenty minutes, complaining that you're neglecting him because you chose to finish one episode without waiting, and insisting he's on the verge of death after you took a shower without him.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU pretends he's far too confident to ever get jealous, but you've learned to recognize the signs almost immediately. The way his arm casually finds your waist when someone gets a little too friendly. The way he suddenly becomes twice as charming whenever someone else has your attention. And every now and then, hidden beneath all that teasing confidence, he'll quietly ask, “You still like me the most, right?” as though he needs to hear you say it, just one more time.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU loves starting arguments with sarcasm, tries to joke his way through serious conversations, and stubbornly insists he's right for far longer than necessary. But the second the apartment grows too quiet or you stop looking at him the way you normally do, his resolve crumbles almost immediately. Before the night is over, he's already pulling you into a hug, mumbling a sheepish apology into your shoulder because he simply can't stand the thought of you being upset with him.

❦ Beneath all the confidence, BOYFRIEND!SATORU is still just a man carrying far more than anyone realizes. There are nights when the teasing disappears completely, when he quietly rests his head against your shoulder without saying much at all, exhausted in a way sleep alone could never fix. He rarely asks for comfort outright, but the way he reaches for your hand or lingers in your embrace just a little longer tells you everything he doesn't know how to say.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU has moments, usually long after the mission is over and the city has finally gone to sleep, where he falls uncharacteristically silent. He stares out the window a little too long, lost in thoughts he'll never fully put into words, before absentmindedly reaching for your hand, needing the quiet reminder that he's no longer alone.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU isn't the best with speeches, but he'll tell you when you've done well because he truly means it. He'll admit when he's wrong, even if it bruises his pride. He celebrates your victories like they're his own and listens to your worries without trying to turn every conversation into a joke because anything that has to do with you is something he'll always take seriously.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU has a habit of loving you in ways so subtle they're almost unfair. He remembers the tiny things you mention in passing, quietly replaces your favorite snacks before you realize you've run out, switches sides on the sidewalk without thinking, and absentmindedly fixes your hair or straightens your collar in the middle of conversations. Half the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it anymore—it simply comes as naturally as breathing.

❦ BOYFRIEND!SATORU loves you with a kind of certainty that never leaves room for doubt. He knows what you need before you ask for it. He notices when your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, quietly steals you away from overwhelming crowds, wraps you in his jacket when the weather suddenly turns cold, and wordlessly pulls you against his chest on the days when everything simply feels too heavy. Somehow, being held by him makes the rest of the world feel quieter.

❦ And maybe that is what makes loving BOYFRIEND!SATORU feel so effortless in the end. He's dramatic. He's clingy. He's unbearably cocky, endlessly talkative, and somehow manages to annoy you at least once a day. But he's also endlessly patient with your heart, fiercely loyal, hopelessly devoted, and loves you with every part of himself. For all his ridiculous little quirks, there's never a single moment where you question how deeply you're loved—and that's what makes him the perfect boyfriend.

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Please add a note at the top of your fics to specify the reader's gender

Female/feminine reader is the most common, but not everyone reading identifies that way. There is truly nothing worse as a transmasc person than starting a fic, enjoying it, then getting fucking misgendered by a tumblr post if I get into it

On a good day it's mildly irritating, on a bad day it can be genuinely upsetting. I just want to enjoy reading like everyone else

Just a note at the top like "Sukuna x fem!reader" or whatever formatting you want, and if you really wanna push the boat out, tag it as jjk x female reader or whatever the applicable fandom is

The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."

His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.

Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.

He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.

art by @/f_tality0 on twt

you and choso have been friends since the start of your second year at college, with him being an art major and you being one of his only friends it's no surprise that over time you began to take up half his sketchbook.

he's always insisting you have a face made to be put on a canvas. you don't quite see it nor have a good understanding of what exactly that means, but it makes you feel good.

sitting on the art studio's uncomfortable chairs isn't so bad when he finally reveals the finished product. the way he draws you—it's like he's drawing your soul too. you've never felt prettier than when you see yourself through his eyes.

"well, can i see?" you ask, noticing he finally put down his sketchbook.

"it's not finished yet, i have to go over some of the shading—but you can take a look while i clean up a little." he picks it up between two fingers and stretches so you can reach it without any difficulty.

before standing he speaks again, "i know you've got a busy couple days coming up so i'll do my best to paint it without you here." in truth he would do just fine without you here. he has the sketch, has the colors he'll use planned out in his head—hell, he could draw you from memory at this point. but you don't know that.

you furrow your brows, "you sure?"

"positive."

"kay, just let me admire it for a sec and i'll go."

the second your eyes hit the page you start smiling, its beautiful. it always is. you don't have words for him, you haven't for a long time. there's nothing you can say that he hasn't already heard.

while choso's busy cleaning you decide to look through the rest of his sketchbook, flicking to the very first page. at the top right-hand corner of the page he has the date marked in red pen—which is nothing out of the ordinary for him, but you take note that it begins just a few weeks into his first year.

you turn the pages and smile, noticing how his current art-style seeps into his older drawings, but the next page is something you didn’t expect, something that makes your heart drop.

it sinks lower and lower every time you carefully slide the pages between your fingers. its you—they’re all you. they date back to a time you hadn’t even heard of his existence.

you sitting on a bench, you with your friends who’s faces haven’t been drawn, you reading a book, you listening to music, you—

“like it?” choso shouts from across the studio.