#cursed technique

tags: inumaki x reader, afab reader, PiV, somnophilia, wet dreams, he wants it BAD, you want it BAD, gooner nation rejoice i have found another show to destroy, inappropriate use of cursed technique (lowk mind control but aye) 😛 anyways im back and worse enjoy

wc: 2.0k!

“Inumaki?” you whispered across your bedroom, waiting for a response that did not come. A faint smile flickered across your face as the moonlit window revealed him, peacefully sleeping wrapped up in your comforter. He looked like an angel with his eyes gently shut, comfortably taking 99% of the entire bed as he laid on his back. 

“Must’ve been a long mission huh?” you murmured to yourself, careful not to wake your exhausted boyfriend as you attempted to squeeze into the 1 square inch left on the bed. As if he sensed your presence, he turned to face you, still fast asleep as he mumbled nonsense. Inumaki had always been a sleep talker, you figured it was his way of getting to say all of the words he held back throughout his daily life. Making yourself comfortable, you unclipped your bra and changed into your pajama shorts, getting ready for bed. 

Sighing, you nudged his splayed limbs to one side of your shared bed, chuckling to yourself about how he wasn’t even able to fully change out of his uniform before knocking out, one arm in the sleeve of his shirt and the other freed from its fabric prison. “Gotta move a little bit okay? Sorry maki…” you spoke as you continued to push him back onto his side of the bed.

Finally, you were left with just enough space to curl up next to him, and you fell onto the bed with a groan. You’d had a long day too, and you were hoping to catch him for some much needed alone time before you went to bed. Always busy on missions due to his high ranking, Toge never seemed to have much time for more.. intimate activities. But you loved him just the same.

Stretching an arm across his body and a leg over his lower half, you were in for the best sleep of your life. Or so you thought. Shifting around to get comfortable in the bed, you accidentally pressed your thigh into him, your plush leg meeting a rather.. hard thing. Furrowing your brow, you looked down at him to see if he had woken up by your presence, but his light breathing told you otherwise as barely audible noises left his mouth.

“Mm…” a slight whimper escaped his throat as Inumaki wiggled beneath you, seemingly still asleep despite his body twitching when your hips met his. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched his face pinch together as you slowly rolled your body against his, no longer under the guise of “getting comfortable”. Your face turned red-hot as you felt slick begin to pool in your underwear, being so turned on by your boyfriend who wasn’t even awake.

“Hhn.. y/nnnn” he whined, hips gently bucking into your now soaked shorts. He was so achingly hard beneath you and you didn’t think you’d be able to stop. ‘Is this fucked up?’ You wondered to yourself, slowing your motions and deciding to stop teasing him in his sleep. If he hadn’t given consent you didn’t feel right about it, even though this decision didn’t cure the heat bubbling in your lower stomach begging for release. Rolling off the bed, you went into the bathroom to grab your vibrator, deciding to fix this problem on your own.

“P-please…” a low pitched groan stopped you in your tracks as you padded across the bedroom floor. Slowly, you turned back to see Inumaki, somehow still sleeping, wrapped in the blankets but gently grinding against the mattress. Your mouth dropped open as you watched your innocent boyfriend rub his aching dick against your bed, seemingly desperate for release. Frozen where you stood, you couldn’t help but reach a hand down your shorts and thumb at your folds, watching one of the most powerful sorcerers crumble and whine at the thought of you. Suddenly, a powerful echo reverberated throughout the room accompanied by a glow of light-

“P-please fuck me” Inumaki’s mumbled cry rippled into your skin, rushing through your blood to your brain, white erupting across your vision. ‘What the fuck?’ you thought to yourself, as your body moved on its own in an uncontrollable rush, frantically seeking Toge’s desperate body still humping your blanket, body ablaze in a heat out of your control. Before you could even speak, you were straddling him with your plush thighs, fingers tracing his body to slowly tease down his waistband.

Inumaki had never subjected you to his cursed technique of course, he was always so sweet to you. This was not the same boyfriend that brought you flowers, left you sticky notes with knock-knock jokes, that carried you in Fortnite. This was someone else, someone darker, unapologetically nasty, and a whimpering mess. Oddly enough, your panties grew damp at this realization. Your weight was shifted forward as you began to grind onto his– oh. He was so fucking hard. Unable to tear yourself away, your hands slid his boxers down his hips, finally freeing his painfully-pulsing cock. 

You couldn’t help but blush as you greedily stroked his aching dick, watching as his jaw quivered from the stimulation. “Mmmmm” he moaned, uncontrollably jerking his hips up to meet your hand. Murmurs and nonsense continued to leave his mouth- “fuckme” he grunted out, eyelids twitching from the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. Before you could attempt to shake him conscious again, you had stripped off your underwear and began to rock your dripping pussy against his rock-hard dick. Arching your back into him, you sighed as his shaft rubbed perfectly against your neglected clit, letting out noises of your own.

All of a sudden, your hand squeezed around Inumaki’s cock–hard. Your hips lifted off of his own as you teased the tip against your wet slit, pussy basically begging for him to fill you up. Toge’s noises had turned into nothing but whines and whimpers, pleading for you–or you in his dream–to fuck him nasty. It took everything you had in your soul to pull away from his leaking tip, gathering all of your strength you broke free of his powerful cursed energy to groan–

“Maki.. wake up…” in an instant, his eyes flickered open to see his beautiful girlfriend teasing his tip- holy fuck he was so fucking horny. Rubbing his eyes as if still in his dream, his confused mumbles did nothing to stop his hips from still trying to fuck into you. Not realizing his cursed energy still had a grip on you, you choked out “y’cursed me… fuckin… wet dream.” 

Clenching your eyes shut, you waited for the weight of his technique to leave your mind. But nothing came. “T-toge?” you choked out. “D-didn’t wanna take ad-advantag–”

“Did I say to stop?”

Your eyes widened at his statement, looking down at his sweet smile underneath you. Confused, you tried to choke out a few final words before his technique regained control, but nothing left your mouth.

“Seems like you’re loving this huh?” He teased, loving the shock on your face. “Please, don’t let me stop you…”

Out of all his possible reactions to this situation, this was not the one you had expected. Inumaki was….. into it? Practically reading your mind, he spoke again.

“Pussy’s awfully wet for such an innocent girl who just wanted to help me… By all means-” one slender hand reached up to wrap around your waist, pulling you down onto his cock. Your eyes rolled back at the huge stretch, letting out a whimper as you were completely under his control, stuffed to the brim and feeling every pulsing vein on him.

“Fuck me.”

White flooded your eyes once more as you completely lost control of your body, bouncing up and down on his cock with absolutely zero embarrassment, whining out his name as your eyes squeezed closed from the feeling.

“Eyes open pretty girl”

Your eyes shocked wide open with another flash of white, looking down at your boyfriend who was.. having the time of his life. His once-shy demeanor had completely vanished as he grinned harder with every hard smack! of your ass against his hips. You were completely at his disposal, and you were unfortunately loving it too. All it took was one breathy word from his mouth, one “c’mon arch for me” to get your lower stomach writhing with pleasure as you rode him into the mattress. Despite his demeanor, you could tell he was getting closer and closer with every sinful drag of your hips and squelch of your pussy sucking him in.

“S-shut upmmmm maki” you whined, his hand snaking behind you to pull your hair back, exposing your pretty throat to him. “Don’t think so, pretty” he choked out through sloppier and sloppier thrusts, feeling his pre coat your insides as he began to fuck up into you again, losing control at your tortured whimpers and moans all because of him. All of a sudden, his confident facade shattered into pieces, and you felt the cursed energy finally lift out of your body. You were so close. He was so close. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“C’mon maki….. Feeling so good, so fuck-fucking big mmmh..” keening at the praise, Inumaki gripped your hips, fucking up into you uncontrollably as you matched his pace with your hips, reaching a spot inside of you that made you whine out his name.

“G-gonna…” his voice trailed off as he threw his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut and hips twitching uncontrollably around your pussy—you were making a mess all around him, dripping on his cock as his breaths turned into whimpers, your pussy squeezing sofuckingtight around him.

“There you go maki…f-fuck… s’good” you leaned down to kiss his cheek, surprised by the pink that suddenly flushed across his cheeks. Inumaki was a disaster underneath you, nothing more than a begging bundle of whines and whimpers, a single tear falling down his flushed cheeks.

“C-cum..” he pleaded between sloppy thrusts, and the world went white one final time. Your body locked up, shaking as you came around his cock, clenching so hard around him he–

“Aaa-hhh m’gonna—” he sobbed, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy as he tipped over the edge, panting and twitching inside of you until you collapsed on top of him, finally stilling. Wincing, you feel another wave of his cum fill your insides, both of you overstimulated and groaning. After the wave passes, you exhale a huge sigh as he pulls you against his chest.

The weight of what had just happened crashed over you all at once, and you both sat there for a moment processing everything. Propping yourself up on an elbow, you looked down at his scarlet-red face, as he avoided eye contact.

“I didn’t know what a nasty guy you were, Maki…” you teased, poking at his flushed cheeks with your pinkie. “Salmon..” he grumbled in response, embarrassed. “You’re really gonna be shy after all of that?? I mean… who even were you? What kind of freaky ass dream were you having for that kind of behavior??” Slowly, tripping over his words, he spoke.

“I’m very sorry.” 

“For what? Didn’t you see how much I was enjoying it too?” you drawled, pressing kisses down his face and jaw.

“Bonito flakes…”

“Cut that shit out” you giggled, prodding him for more information.

“Fine… but you have to promise that you won’t make fun of me okay?”

“Toge, I just basically fucked you in your sleep. We are beyond that point.” Blushing even harder, he sighed and finally opened his mouth.”

“In my dream.. You had uh… my technique.” Confused, you beckoned him to continue. “It was basically what we just did but uh.. You were the one telling me what to do.” Quirking an eyebrow, you were entertained by the idea.

“You’re saying that in your fantasy I was holding you down and telling you to cum when I wanted you to?” No response. “Hello?”

“Salmon roe…”

“I give up.” You began to tease him once more, then looked down to see him– zzz’s coming out of his mouth, fucking sleeping again. 

Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“You just asked him to explain his cursed technique to you again”

MDNI (18+): jjk universe, misuse of gojo’s cursed technique, praising, power play, gojo being cocky, teasing with technique.

This is taking place during their last year at Jujutsu high (so they’d be around 20-21), and also in a world where Geto doesn’t lose it ofc. This is for funsies so if any depiction of his technique is wrong please just let it slide for this once<3

(very unedited)

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The dorm smelled of takeout containers and the blue glow of Gojo's television screen lit up the whole place. You were sprawled across his bed, manga in hand, while Geto occupied the desk chair, working through a bowl of ramen while studying some book. Gojo himself was planted on the floor, controller in hand cursing once in a while at whatever boss fight he was currently losing.

It was a routine at this point, the three of you crammed in Gojo's room at Jujutsu High, sometimes four when Shoko felt like dealing with the guys a bit longer, decompressing after another brutal day of training. Your final year was proving to be everything the instructors had promised, exhausting, terrifying, it definitely was more than you'd anticipated that's for sure, but these moments made it somewhat bearable.

"Man you're bad at this," Geto observed dryly, still with a small smile on his face finding this amusing nonetheless.

"The controls are shit," Gojo shot back, "Not my fault the developers don't understand proper game design."

"Sure."

You smiled, flipping another page. The banter between them was part of the routine that made the day seem more normal than it was. Sometimes you'd wonder if this was going to be the reality for the rest of your days, you kinda wish it would.

Your eyes drifted from the pages of your manga to Gojo's profile. Even focused on the screen, he was striking, those ridiculous sunglasses pushed up into his white hair, revealing eyes that seemed to see everything. You leaned forward and snatched them from his head, pushing them onto the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming an even darker shade of blue than it already was seeing, he didn't even budge.

"Hey, Satoru," you said, closing your manga. "Explain your technique to me again."

Gojo immediately paused the game, turning to look at you with a very confident grin. "Again? I feel like you're more into it than I am."

"I'm just trying to understand it better," you protested, which wasn't a lie, you found it unique and you genuinely wanted to figure out all the details, how it all worked in his brain was a mystery you wanted to uncover fully.

"She wants you to show off," Geto muttered.

"Well, since you asked so nicely!" Gojo stood and stretched, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "I suppose I can give you another demonstration." He held up one hand. "Try to keep up this time, yeah?."

You sat up, genuinely curious and excited, the way he spoke about it just made it worth listening to again. His technique was legendary, and watching him use it never got old.

"So, Limitless," he began, reaching toward you. His hand approached your arm but never quite made contact. "See this? I'm controlling the space between us. Making it infinite. The closer something gets, the slower it moves, approaching but never reaching." His fingers hovered millimeters from your skin. "It's all about manipulating space at the atomic level."

You looked at him with stars in your eyes, making something in him flicker.

"It gets better." He made a pulling motion, and suddenly you felt yourself sliding across the bed toward him. You yelped, grabbing the sheets, you were centimetres away from him now, his cocky grin spread all over his face as his eyes flashed just for a second at your lips then back. "That's attraction, compressing the space between two points. And this," He pushed, and you slid back. "is repulsion. Expanding it."

"Satoru," Geto's voice broke through his little show, "you're showing off."

"Nuh uh, I'm just demonstrating," Gojo protested with a slight pout towards Geto, though, when his grin returned once his eyes locked on back with yours, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. "She asked me to explain it, so I'm showing."

"Right." Geto stood, setting down his empty ramen bowl with a sigh. "I'm going to hang with Shoko. You two have fun with your... demonstration."

"Aw, sure you don't want a demonstration too?" Gojo's tone was innocent, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass on whatever this is." Geto gestured your way while grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "Try not to break anything." He walked towards the door, not sparing you guys another look. "Good luck."

And then he was gone, the silence that followed felt different from the silence you guys would usually share. You were suddenly very aware that you were alone with Satoru, sitting on his bed, and he was looking at you with an expression that you hadn't seen on him before, making your pulse quicken.

"Well," Gojo said, his voice dropping lower. "Now that we don't have an audience..." Using his technique he moved you closer to him once more, your breath catching in your throat. "Let me show you what Limitless can also do."

"Satoru," you started, but your voice came out breathier than intended, feeling his presence more than before which you couldn't help but feel intimidated by.

"The basics are simple enough," he continued, as if you hadn't spoken. "But Limitless isn't just about barriers and attraction." As he spoke, you felt it, a subtle shift in the air pressure around your skin that you normally wouldn't have noticed if you weren't fully concentrating on him and the way you were breathing. "I can manipulate the space directly around your body. The air molecules, the distance between them and your skin. I'm decreasing the space between the air and your arm right now. Can you feel it?"

The sensation intensified, like invisible fingertips trailing up your arm as goosebumps rouse. The way he spoke, soft in a way you hadn't really heard before, made your thoughts swerve for a second, but you caught yourself before it could go any further.

"See?" His voice was quieter now, more focused. "I'm not touching you. I'm just controlling the space, making the air pressure increase in specific patterns." The ghostly touch moved to your other arm. "It takes precision, the Six Eyes help me see exactly where to manipulate, down to the millimeter."

"This is..." you trailed off, unable to find words.

"Impressive? I know." But his smile had an edge to it now., the sensation moved across your shoulders. "Right now, I'm creating a pressure differential. High pressure here," the touch concentrated on your shoulder, "and lower pressure here. Your nerves interpret it as me touching you, but it's just physics." He let out a low laugh, bangs now falling over his eyes. "Look at you, though, responsive over the tiniest touch. It's perfect."

You shivered at Gojo's words, the praise making your body react in a way you weren't expecting, the sensation spreading across your skin.

"I can do it anywhere," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Multiple points simultaneously." The touch split suddenly, trailing down both sides of your neck now. "See? Two separate manipulations, it's impressive honestly even to me." His eyes shifted all over your body, biting his tongue as a low blush erupted on his own cheeks. "You should really see yourself right now—the way your energy's reacting."

"Woah-ah!" a small sound escaped your lips before you could stop it, feeling a small tickling pressure around your collar bone.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Sensitive there?" He teased with a mocking tone to his voice, then the sensation concentrated on that spot further. "I can increase the intensity too, I just have to compress the space more." His voice dropped even lower. "The technique is pretty versatile, and you're taking it beautifully."

"Satoru come on," His name came out as almost a plea.

"Hm? I'm just helping you understand." The sensation moved lower, ghosting across your chest, just under your collar bone. This was still just a demonstration, right? Just him showing off his technique like he always did. But the way he was looking at you, the deliberate path of those phantom touches—it didn't feel academic anymore.

"Right now, I'm manipulating the space around clothing too. Creating pressure through the fabric. It's more complex, I have to account for the material, the way it sits on the skin."

The invisible touch moved to your full chest now, and the sensation was unlike anything you'd ever felt, not quite warm, not quite cool, but something in between that made your skin hypersensitive beneath your shirt. It felt like hands cupping you, but softer somehow, more spread out, the pressure distributed perfectly knowing exactly where every nerve ending was. The fabric of your shirt became almost irrelevant, just a thin barrier that the phantom touch seemed to seep through, creating this maddening contrast between the solid cotton against your skin and the impossible, intangible pressure molding to your curves.

Your mind went blank for a second, heat flooding through you at the non-existent touch. There was a tingling quality to it, like static electricity but gentler, spreading in waves from where the pressure concentrated. Goosebumps erupted across your arms even as warmth pooled low in your stomach. He wasn't touching you, you could see his hands relaxed at his sides on the bed, but your body didn't care about logic right now, too busy feeling the way he seemed to map every contour, every sensitive spot on you, with impressive precision.

"The Six Eyes show me exactly how the fabric drapes, where it touches, where there's space. But right now you're making it so easy to see."

Easy to see. You wondered what exactly he was seeing, just your cursed energy patterns, or the way your chest was rising and falling faster now by the way he spoke to you? The flush you could feel creeping up your neck and cheeks? Part of you wanted to cover yourself, suddenly self-conscious under that all-seeing gaze he had on you. But another part of you wanted him to keep looking.

Your back arched involuntarily, and you felt a flash of embarrassment at how obvious you were being.

"Your cursed energy just spiked," he observed breaking your train of thought, tilting his head.

Of course he could see that too. "I can see it responding. It's actually so mesmerising, the way energy reacts to physical stimulus. It creates these patterns..." He made a gesture, and the touch intensified.

A soft gasp escaped you. The sensation was more focused now, you felt your thoughts scattering. He was still explaining, still teaching, but all you could focus on was the pressure and the way his voice had gotten lower, rougher, eyes still carefully examining you.

"And when I do this, they spiral outward."

You felt it, the spiraling he mentioned, like ripples spreading through your entire body from where the invisible touch concentrated. The sensation moved in waves, pulsing outward in concentric circles that made your skin feel too tight, too sensitive. It was overwhelming, the impossible nature of it somehow making it more intense. Your body was responding to something that didn't really exist, and you were quickly losing the ability to care.

"Fuck," you breathed.

"I'm using a technique called Lapse: Blue right now, well, a modified version," he explained with a low chuckle at the end, his tone taking on that teaching quality even as his eyes burned into you. "Instead of creating a point of attraction that pulls things in, I'm creating micro-points all over the skin." The sensation became more insistent. "It's precise work, one wrong calculation and it wouldn't feel like anything, or just a mumbo jumbo of nothing, but you're feeling everything, aren't you? You're being so good, taking this so well."

You were gripping the sheets now, your body responding in a way you weren't controlling anymore, small gasps escaping your lips while your eyes looked down at yourself, and soon right back up to him.

"Let me show you what happens when I really focus." The sensation intensified more than you thought it could, and you felt it split into multiple points, your neck, your chest, your stomach, all being teased and 'touched' the same time. "Multiple Lapse points, all coordinated. I'm essentially creating a field of controlled attraction."

It felt overwhelming and absolutely incredible, his controlled voice making all of this feel even more dream like.

"The trick," he continued, his voice steady despite the intensity of what he was doing to you, "is maintaining the balance. Too much attraction and it would hurt. Too little and you wouldn't feel anything. But right here," the pressure adjusted, or it perfected, "right at this level, it just feels good. Doesn't it?"

"Yes," you gasped.

The touch moved lower still, between your thighs, and your eyes flew open, snapping back to reality all of a sudden.

"Satoru—"

"M'not done showing you." His grin was wicked now. "This is actually the most complex application, I have to account for more variables. Clothing, sensitivity, the exact amount of pressure... the type that makes your eyes roll back" The sensation felt like fingers stroking light circles over your sensitive core, a low breathy moan leaving your lips. "But the Six Eyes show me everything I need to know, Every reaction, every spike in energy shows me where you want it the most."

Your hips rolled forward involuntarily, seeking friction even through air, your legs shifting to give more access, even though he didn't actually need it.

"There," he said softly. "Right there. I can see your energy concentrating. Your body's telling me exactly what you need." The pressure increased, moving in tighter circles, there was a shift for a moment in his energy, feeling a light pull which made you moan out louder than you wanted to. "It's like having a map of every nerve ending in your body."

"Please," you heard yourself say, barely aware of anything except the sensation growing stronger in your core, sliding down the headboard of the bed, now fully on your back.

"Please what?" His eyes were locked on you as he leaned back onto his hands, cocking his head with that knowing smirk on. "Tell me what you want."

"More," you managed. "I need more, do it more."

"More pressure? More speed?" The sensation adjusted as he spoke, because he already knew what you needed. "Like this? Or this?" Each variation was slightly different and all of them were driving you closer to the edge, he was clearly cataloguing your reactions to try and catch onto that one he was searching for. "Your energy spikes more with circular motions. And when I increase the pressure here," you gasped, "yeah, that's the spot," he leaned back forward, almost towering you, grabbing back his glasses that you had taken from him moments before, wanting to see your eyes as you slowly came undone under his technique. His face stayed inches from yours, his breath fanning onto your lips, but he never came to actually touch you.

The sensation was everywhere now, your chest, your neck, between your legs, gently working your sensitive bud, all coordinated in a rhythm that was driving you completely insane.

"I'm running three separate Lapse fields right now," he starts explaining again, his voice steady despite the intensity of what he was doing to you, confidence oozing from him. "All at different frequencies, all perfectly synchronised to you, the calculation required is significant. But the result," the pressure focused, more present than it had been moments before, "is worth it, at least that's what I'm getting from your expression."

"Yes—fuck—yes—" You were a panting mess at that point, you didn't have any control of the situation and you couldn't care les.

"You're so into this." His voice dropped lower, rougher, but almost amused at your reaction. "You have no idea how good you look right now." The sensation intensified. "You're doing so well, just a little more, you're so close." His eyes darkened, his face mocking or imitating your expressions, you weren't sure anymore. "I can see it in your cursed energy. It's building, spiraling inward." The sensation became almost unbearable. "Let me see what happens when you let go, lemme see how your energy reacts."

The invisible touch focused perfectly, the rhythm exactly right, and you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, Gojo's words mingling through it all.

"That's it," Gojo encouraged, leaning even closer, his eyes blazing at the sight of you. His presence was overwhelming, his eyes seeing everything, he seemed awfully calm and composed compared to you "You're gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. Come on, show me."

The command in his voice, combined with the relentless sensation all over your body pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, the same type you'd get during a wet dream, crashing through you with an intensity that left you shaking, pressing your legs together but not being able to. You cried out, your body arching off the bed, your hands grabbing onto the pillow under your head as pleasure rolled through you in waves.

Gojo watched it all with those all-seeing eyes, his expression fascinated and satisfied and hungry. "Amazing," he breathed, maintaining the sensation through your climax, drawing it out. "Your cursed energy just exploded outward. I've never seen a pattern quite like that, I wish you could see it as well."

He kept going until you were trembling over his 'touch', finally letting the invisible touch fade. You collapsed back against his bed, breathing hard, your body still tingling with aftershocks, finally processing whatever had just happened, and for a long moment there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the television.

Gojo was still watching you, his expression a mix of satisfaction fascination. His cursed energy was elevated, you could feel it, thrumming in the air between you.

"Well," he said finally, his voice going back to his normal tone. "We learned so much haven't we?"

You stared at him, still catching your breath, your body still trembling. "You're crazy."

"Yeah," he agreed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, finally touching you this time, warm and real. His fingers lingered against your cheek. "You're crazier for letting me try that on you."

You paused at his words which made it clear he hadn't done this before, you were his first 'experiment'. You looked at his eyes, hunger still lingering, the way his hand remained gentle against your skin.

"Your cursed energy is still elevated," he observed quietly, his thumb tracing your jawline. "Even after that, interesting."

"Saturo I swear," you started, but weren't sure what to say.

His smile shifted, less teasing. "You know," he said, his voice dropping lower, "that was just Lapse: Blue. The basics." His thumb continued its path along your jaw, and you felt your breath become unsteady again. "There's so much more I could show you."

Your heart stuttered. "More?"

"Mmm." His eyes tracked over you, taking in your flushed skin, the way you were still trembling slightly. "You're still so worked up. I can see it—your cursed energy is practically begging for more." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "And I haven't even touched you properly yet."

The implication in his words made heat pool low in your core all over again. You should probably stop this, should think about what this meant, but your body was already responding to whatever he was suggesting

"What did you have in mind?" The question came out breathier than you intended.

His grin was absolutely wicked. "Why don't I show you?" His hand slid from your face down to your collarbone, his eyes tracking the movement, a real touch this time. "After all, you've been such a good listener, I think you've earned a more... hands-on demonstration."

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We know that this isn't Kusakabe's actual nephew, it is an "artificial cursed corpse" , that simply contains Takeru's information,

It acts like him , seems to think like him and seems to have his memories ( it recognized Takeru's mother as its own)

We also know that creating something like that , is hard and illegal, it takes 3 different souls , although it seems that you can choose whose information is included or more present

Yaga is close with all of his cursed spirits but he is especially close with Panda , he was sown knowingly walking into a trap simply to save Panda , he is also referred to by Panda as his father, at first I thought that it was simply bc Yaga is his creator (Panda is self aware of what he is compared to the puppet with Takeru's information) but there's something about the nursery scene that suggests a further connection

Yaga risked his life to create Panda , if Panda was just another random trio of souls , why take care to show him specifically into a hospital's nursery, it could have been simply the basket and blankets, or Panda is Yaga's arms like a newborn, it's the hospital setting that suggests a further connection

👔 ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ x ʏᴏᴜ - 'ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴏɴᴇ' ꜰɪᴄ

🧳 ‘Welcome to Jujutsu High’ - Chapter 1 📂 ‘Nanami Kento’ - Chapter 2 👨‍💼 ‘Orientation’ - Chapter 3 ⏱️ ‘Not Hopeless Then’ - Chapter 4 🔊 ‘We're Back’ - Chapter 5 📏 ‘MEASURING TAPE’ - Chapter 6 👔 ‘So no smile yet, huh?’- Chapter 7 📅 ‘Both’ - Chapter 8 📝 ‘No Such Thing’ - Chapter 9 🔗 ‘Arrangements’ - Chapter 10 🥋 ‘First Mission’ - Chapter 11 💭 ‘No Visitors’ - Chapter 12 🍿 ‘Enough For You’ - Chapter 13 🫀 ‘Romantic’ - Chapter 14 🔥 ‘Burn To Ash’ - Chapter 15 🐦‍🔥 ‘HERE'S TO KICKING ASS’ - Chapter 16 🩸 ‘Let Her In’ - Chapter 17 ♨️ ‘Cursed’ - Chapter 18 💃🏼 ‘BLOW OFF STEAM’ - Chapter 19 ❤️‍🔥 ‘Blue Flames & Still Waters’ - Chapter 20 ⏰ ‘OVERTIME’ - Chapter 21

Okay so… it’s my absolute headcanon that Gojo didn’t just accidentally stumble into being good with infinity. He’s a nerd — not just fandom “nerdjo” for the memes, but genuinely, canon-supported nerd.

Think about it:

He’s the first person in 400 years to be born with both the Six Eyes and Limitless, which is why his mastery is on another level compared to the rest of the Gojo clan.

After his “awakening” in Hidden Inventory and then losing Suguru, what else was he going to do but throw himself into sharpening his technique? Grief plus genius usually = obsession.

And the way he explains Infinity? That’s straight-up math talk: “an infinite series converging.” That’s not something a casual dude just blurts out. That’s the language of someone who processes the world through numbers and logic.

If Gojo lived in the civilian world, he would 100% have tested into the University of Tokyo. Highest IQ, best uni, top physics program. Picture it: sunglasses on in lecture halls, sprawled in the back row, correcting the professor mid-equation — and being right. Nightmare genius, everyone’s favorite and least favorite classmate.

This also explains why his techniques feel so elegant. Red, Blue, Purple — they aren’t “just spells.” They’re functions. Vectors. Attraction and repulsion. Limits and symmetry. Gojo turned what was once clan tradition into something that works like science.

And then there’s Hollow Purple.

That isn’t just “Red + Blue = stronger attack.” Canon calls it a fusion of the two — which is basically vector annihilation. Equal and opposite forces collapsing into something new. His clan couldn’t imagine it because they were trapped in mystical binaries. Gojo thought in equations: “What if I add them?”

That’s not tradition. That’s creativity. Hollow Purple is his E=mc² moment — the kind of breakthrough you only make if you deeply understand the rules and have the nerd brain to break them.

So yeah… Gojo as a physics nerd isn’t just a headcanon. It’s basically the only explanation for why he’s that good with Limitless. He didn’t just inherit it — he studied and shaped it until Infinity was his own language.

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꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket

With Yuji?

Valentine's Prompts Day 5

Crying in Produce

TW: breakup, crying, kissing

Masterlist

You're gathering a few fruits for a late night snack. It's just past midnight, and you seem to be the only person in the store. Your sleep schedule went all out of whack after the last few missions. For some reason the curse was nocturnal. It was related to night life in Osaka, feeding off people's drukiness and lack of awareness. Even then it was hard to track down.