orbit of two | gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: Campus golden boy. Physics prodigy. Gojo Satoru. Your constant Tuesday night walk partner. You know all his smiles, his laugh, and the way his knee brushes yours under the library table. You also know you're in love with him. Senior year shatters the routine as Satoru's world expands into a future that doesn't seem to have a place for you.

tags: college/university AU, physics major!gojo, fratjo, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, jealousy, soft gojo satoru

word count: 10.4k

creds: dividers from cafekitsune, gojo art from pinterest i can't find the op (T_T)

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chlorine & peach tea | gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: Gojo Satoru is the university’s star swimmer, a campus icon whose face is plastered on every banner and screen. But to you, he’s just the exhausted boy who sits three tables away in the 24-hour lounge. What starts as a silent ritual of shared space evolves through small gestures and bottles of peach tea. As Satoru seeks refuge from the noise of his own fame, he finds that the lounge and your quiet dorm room are the only places he can truly breathe in. Or more so anywhere that has you.

tags: college/university AU, swimmer!gojo, student athlete!gojo, soft gojo, strangers to lovers, tooth rotting fluff, pining, lots and lots of yearning, wholesome moments

word count: 8.8k

credits: divider by pixopix, gojo art by fukuo_kidney

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suguru keeps using up your products.

"suguru!," you yell, storming into the bedroom where your boyfriend is sprawled out on your bed. he lifts his head up lazily from the pillow, strands of his dark hair cascading down and framing his face so prettily that you need a second to remind yourself that you're mad at him!

"yeah?," he says, turning his body towards you.

"did you use all of my shampoo? again?!," you scold, shoving the empty bottle right in front of his face. his lips just curl upwards, bearing an innocent look and he has the gaul to just shrug. the nerve of this man!

"suguru!," you whine, annoyed. rightfully so. "this is a super expensive japanese shampoo brand and you don't find them so easily around here and—"

you're interrupted by the feeling of his hands grabbing yours, pulling you to the bed and making you lay down besides him. he brushes your hair behind your ear, humming softly as if in thought before saying, "you really do need the shampoo, don't you?"

you（lightly）smack the shampoo bottle on his forehead and he winces, but it's quickly replaced with a light-hearted chuckle. "i'm only joking," he smiles. "i'm sorry about using it all. i promise to buy you more, okay princess?"

"you better," you huff, bottom lips jutting out in a pout. "otherwise i'm cutting off all your hair, and that's a promise."

"do whatever you like, princess," he coos, giving your cheeks a little pinch. "but just remember that if you do follow through with that, you're not going to have anything to pull on when we're fooling around. so just keep that in mind."

you can all but roll your eyes at him — you're really dating the sassiest man alive!

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𑣲┆𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 ˚.⋆ֹ

𝐶𝑊 : anxious!reader, pre-relationship, protective!suguru, implied straight haired reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a panic attack

wc: 0.9k

line cook suguru is probably the only reason you come into work anymore. his long hair is always tied up into a neat bun, his biceps bulging against the plain white t-shirts he wears to work, and he always has this calm demeanour that severely contrasts the other line cooks, who’s only way of communication seems to be yelling. you hate your job. you’re tired of the loud noises and the constant torment you’re put through by customers, but somehow suguru is always there to pick up the pieces. 

you find yourself out the back of the restaurant once again, stray hairs pulled out from your neat hairstyle and tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. the deep breaths you take come out shaky, barely holding back sobs after a customer had just yelled at you for getting their order wrong. it was a simple mistake, they could have just sent it back, but no. they had to make a scene and completely embarrass you in front of everyone in that room. your anxiety usually runs high when working, so it’s no surprise that you’re teetering on a full blown panic attack.

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gojo saying ‘i love you’ for the first time. ^.^

it really slipped out of him the same way a sigh does, or a habit, or the way he always reached for you in his sleep even when he was already late.

it was early. too early. the room was still gray, that soft in-between color where the sun hadn’t committed yet. you were half-awake, tangled in sheets that smelled like his shampoo and your detergent mixed together. gojo was moving around quietly, or at least trying to. drawers opened and closed. fabric rustled. his phone buzzed once and he groaned under his breath.

you were awake enough to notice him lean down, awake enough to feel his lips press into your hair, your temple, the corner of your mouth. it was automatic. he did it every morning he left before you.

“don’t forget to eat,” you mumbled.

he hummed, distracted, already reaching for his blindfold off the nightstand. “yeah, yeah.”

then and completely unguarded—

“see you later, princess. i love you.”

it landed wrong.

not wrong like bad. wrong like when something precious falls and you don’t hear it hit the ground right away.

your eyes were fully open now.

it took half a second for your brain to catch up, to realize you hadn’t dreamed it, that you hadn’t imagined the weight of those words settling in the space between you. your heart did something stupid and incredibly fast, like it was trying to outrun your thoughts.

he froze.

you could tell the exact moment it hit him because his hand stopped mid-motion and the blindfold dangling uselessly from his fingers.

there was a long pause and the air shifted.

slowly, he turned.

you were already looking at him.

his eyes widened just a fraction. barely noticeable to anyone else but you.

“. . .you heard,” he said.

a realization.

you swallowed. your mouth was dry all of a sudden. “yeah.”

another pause. this one heavier.

gojo opened his mouth, closed it. ran a hand through his hair and laughed.

he was clearly nervous. you could see it.

“i—” he started, then stopped again. “okay. wait.”

he stepped closer to the bed like he was approaching something that might bite him.

he sat on the edge, elbows on his knees and his head tilted back for a second like he was bracing himself.

“you heard that,” he said again.

you nodded.

he exhaled slowly, like he was counting down from ten in his head. when he looked at you again, there was no teasing in his eyes, just him. stripped down and very awake.

“i didn’t mean to—” he stopped himself, lips pressing together. “no. that’s not true. i did mean it. i just . . . wasn’t planning on saying it. like that.”

your chest felt tight.

“it’s okay,” you said quickly, maybe too quickly. “toru, you don’t have to—”

“no,” he cut in. “don’t do that.”

he looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers like he was grounding himself. when he spoke again, his voice was quieter.

“i’ve been thinking it for a while.”

that made your breath catch.

he glanced back up at you, almost wary. “i just didn’t want to mess things up. you know how i am. i talk without thinking. i didn’t want it to sound like that.”

“like what?” you asked softly.

“like i didn’t take it seriously.”

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “ironic, huh.”

you sat up a little, pulling the sheet around you. the room felt smaller now, more intimate, like the walls had leaned in when he said it.

“i don’t think it sounded unserious,” you said.

he studied your face, searching for something. fear. regret. anything.

“what did it sound like?” he asked.

you hesitated. your heart was still pounding, but there was a warmth spreading through you now.

“honest,” you said.

his shoulders dropped. just a little.

“yeah,” he murmured. “that sounds about right.”

there was a moment where neither of you spoke. the city outside hummed faintly. a car passed. somewhere, someone laughed. life kept going like nothing had just shifted on its axis.

gojo reached out, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

you let him.

he squeezed your hand once, like he was reassuring himself you were real and that you were still here.

“i don’t need you to say it back,” he said. “not now. not if you’re not ready. i just— i needed you to know i didn’t say it because i was half-asleep.”

you smiled. “you were definitely half-asleep.”

he snorted despite himself. “maybe a little. but the feelings were very awake. trust me.”

you took a breath. let it out.

“i like knowing,” you said.

his lips curved into something gentle.

“yeah?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he stood then, reluctantly, like the world was pulling him away by force. he leaned down again, his forehead resting against yours.

“i’ll see you tonight,” he said.

you nodded.

this time, when he kissed you goodbye, it was slower. intentional. like he was sealing something.

he paused at the door, his hand was on the frame.

“. . . i love you,” he said again.

no panic this time.

you smiled into the pillow after he left, your heart still racing, already knowing that nothing was the same anymore — and somehow, everything was exactly right.

like tossing a baby bird from the nest

Like a fever, fever, fever, oh!

Your nerdy best friend, Satoru Gojo, turns up with a sudden fascination for blood, specifically the blood between your legs. And you know you shouldn't indulge him, but he's so hungry, how could you possibly say no?

Warnings: vampirism, smut served with some plot and comedy, cunnilingus, primal play? (just in case), dubcon, manipulation, guilt tripping, period blood consumption, blood, f!reader, no p in v, switch!gojo (dom one second and then pathetic the next), brief anal rimming, squirting, not proofread
Word Count: 3.7k
A/N: art by @521jie on X

Satoru hadn’t texted you once in a whole day, and you were worried sick.

Of course, you were aware that a day without a spam of memes and TikToks from someone wasn’t a thing of concern for most people, but this was your best friend you were talking about — the boy you’d known since you were children, the boy you loved in secret. No text from him meant something was wrong.

Very wrong.

So you journeyed out of your room in the dead of night, dressed only in your pyjamas after you debated for hours whether you were right to worry, ran down the stairs, ignoring your parents’ questions, flung the front door open, and leapt into the darkness. On you went, courageous and determined, to Satoru’s home, which was right next door.

You had a key. You let yourself in. No one, apart from the man himself, was ever home; his parents often did their own thing with little care for their son, which he didn’t mind very much. It meant he could stay out as long as he wanted during the holidays, when all students had to return home.

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─── ⋆ LETTER HOME . ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader

you're the only girl ao'nung has ever wanted, and he makes sure everyone knows ; cw. fluff , eventual friends to lovers , ao'nung has a soft spot for reader & he's mean to literally everyone else ; words. 1,1k

author's note ⌇ this was requested by anon and i kinda went too far with it.. anywayss my requests are currently open for ao'nung so if you have any ideas don't be shy to leave your thoughts there! just remember to read my request guidelines first hehe

ao'nung has always made it clear to everyone who he was. the eldest son of the olo'eyktan— prideful, confident, full of witty jokes and sarcastic commentary. to others, he may just seem like the typical arrogant and cocky teen who's aware of his place and potential, but that doesn't disregard the fact he has girls flaunting all over him because of his stuck-up personality. but, that's not how you see him.

in your eyes, ao'nung was kind and caring. he was the friend who invites you over for dinner in his marui, the friend who accompanies you on side quests all around the reef, the friend who fixes your hair when a strand is loose, the friend who secretly collects pretty shells and pearls just for you, and the friend who is attentive and present. it's this side of him that makes your heart beat faster, tail swish uncontrollably, and cheeks flush— a side that only others can get glimpses of, but you see it whole.

he was known to be mean, to be judgmental at first, and he tried to do that with you but some part of him couldn't bring himself to do it. there was an odd feeling that hung in the air when you first met, one that can only be described as love at first sight. though, he tried his best to shrug it off. surely there has to be another reason why his gaze softens when he sees you, why he becomes so much protective whenever your name was brought up, and why you appear in his dreams at night.

when the sully family came seeking uturu, ao'nung was quick to step up in front of you. they were people of the forest, far different from you and your people who grew up at sea. you have expected ao'nung to welcome them with warm arms, the same ones that held you close when you needed it— but instead he was rude, hostile almost. the way he treated them came in harsh contrast with the way he treated you, and you couldn't bear to see it any longer.

the two of you were sitting by the rocks of your usual spot. the sky was dusted with purple and orange hues, you fidgeted with the shell ao'nung just gave you. it was another one to add to your special collection. he smiled before speaking, “the small forest girl almost took that away from me, good thing i am a fast swimmer.”

you nodded along. it was sweet that he always thought about you, but you never wanted to read more into it. in reality, everybody could see it but you— how he always asked for you, how his body language changed whenever you were near, how he talked loudly to others but lowered his voice when you spoke. in short— he was a borderline asshole to everyone and a total softie to you. he pouted as you gave no response, “do you not like it?”

“i do. thank you, ao'nung. but don't you think you're being a bit mean to them?” you saw how his shoulders lost that security, he adjusted his posture a bit before speaking, “what? it wasn't my fault she couldn't swim as quick as i do.”

“not just that, ao. they're still learning and you do not bring the guidance and support that they need. you've been trusted to teach them but instead you return it with a fist in the brother's face!” your voice pitched in fury, but you sighed it off. he noticed your anger seeping through— “does it upset you? this much?”

“deeply,” your eyes met his, “it upsets me deeply.”

ao'nung nodded, he opened his mouth to explain himself but your words cut him off first, “and not just the sully family, ao'nung. it upsets me every time you're mean to someone when all i've known is that you are gentle and sweet. what makes them so different from the way you treat me?”

oh great mother, were you kidding? maybe because of the fact that he is absolutely head over heels in love with you. ao'nung thought that the countless gifted trinkets, reassuring touches, shared laughter and stories, endless amounts of praises and compliments made it obvious that he liked you in every way possible. he knew it the moment he couldn't form a single cohesive thought when he first saw you— he has made it clear to everyone, that you're all he's ever wanted and more. the only person who's able to make him all sunshine and rainbows.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you furrowed your brows, your hand instinctively reaching for your face. his hand stops yours, his touch has always been soothing to you. but this felt different, his gesture was of a confession— nervous and hot. “looking at you like what?” there it was, the stupid and mischievous smirk that you've grown to like.

“you're thinking of something. whatever it is spit it out or i might vomit,” you were half joking, and he was laughing.

ao'nung rolls his eyes at you, “eywa, you're impossible,” he mutters before looking back at you. he's really looking into you this time, the teasing grin on his face fading into something softer, more genuine— “i'm mean to them because i don't care, not in the way i care about you. they get in my way, they're loud and annoying. you're not.”

you swore the great mother has taken your soul right then and there because you must be dreaming. ao'nung stated it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. it slipped out of his tongue easily, as if falling for you was the only thing he'd ever known. he noticed your flustered demeanor, “i'm not good at this, talking and confessing. but you make it feel so easy,”

“i don't talk to anyone the way i talk to you, i don't know why i dive into the deepest parts of the waters to get you a flower, and i don't know why i make exceptions only for you,” his body shifts closer to you, “but i know it probably has to do with me wanting you, every day, all the time.”

you stare at him, stunned, cheeks burning.

“ao'nung, are you saying—”

he disrupts your sentence eagerly, “yes. i like you. a lot,” his ears flattened in embarrassment. he whispers, leaning even closer now, “probably too much even.”

silence hovered the air, neither of you spoke for a moment. ao'nung left you utterly speechless, you finally manage to let out a laugh, “you're unbelievable, ao.”

the grin returned to his face almost instantly, “you like that about me, no?” there was no distance between the two of you, you were practically touching foreheads. you squeezed his hand, nodding, “i do.”

What courting?

Originally posted by rxsilabeth--er

summary aonung has been courting you, but you’re a little oblivious to the fact.

Pairing aonung x Metkayina!reader

wc 7.2k

a/n hi guys, if I haven’t done your request by now I’m probably just really not able to write it. I get writers block so bad. But feel free to send in different ones! I love your ideas and inspiration

The sky had deepened into a bruised plum color, the vast expanse above bleeding from the burning orange of an eclipse sunset into the cool, velvety indigo of true night. Around your thighs, the bioluminescence of the shore was beginning to wake up, greeting the darkness in tiny, flickering pulses of neon blue beneath the surface. The tide was low, revealing the skeleton of the reef—a labyrinth of coral and sandbars that usually lay hidden beneath the turquoise waves.

You shifted the weight of your woven basket, resting it firmly against the curve of your hip as you waded through the knee-deep water. The woven palm fronds dug slightly into your skin, damp and rough, but the weight was satisfying. It was a physical promise of the hours of creation ahead; a heavy basket meant a busy night at the loom, crushing shells for pigment and threading beads for the clan’s ceremonial sashes.

A few yards away, the soft splashing of water broke the rhythmic lapping of the tide. Lo’ak and Tsireya were lost in their own world, a bubble of laughter and shy touches that seemed impenetrable to the outside world. Lo’ak was submerged to his waist, his tail splashing playfully behind him as he ducked down, his movements unrefined but enthusiastic, to scoop up a handful of polished stones.

"For you," he mumbled, his ears flushing a dark violet as he offered them to her.

Tsireya giggled, the sound like the wind chimes her mother once strung around awa’atlu, and their heads leaned close together as he showed her his finds. It was a common sight now; since they’d started courting, Lo’ak had become a permanent fixture at Tsireya’s side. By extension, Aonung had stopped trying to drown him, or at the very least, had ceased his active antagonism. In fact, they moved with a comfortable, brotherly ease now—a mix of teasing and begrudging respect that made the evenings in Awa’atlu feel peaceful.

"Found another one!" you chirped, spotting a flash of cream-colored calcium beneath a sharp ledge of brain coral.

You bent over, your focus narrowing on the prize. It was distinct against the darker sand, a spiral of pure white that would grind down into a perfect, snowy paste for dye. As you leaned down, the water rippling around your waist, your thick curls tumbled forward. Gravity pulled the heavy, damp ringlets over your shoulders, obscuring your vision and sticking to your cheeks.

With a practiced, absent-minded flick of your wrist, you tossed the damp mass back over your shoulder. The beads braided into your hair—tiny pieces of shell and wood—clacked softly against one another, a musical accompaniment to your labor.

You didn't notice Aonung standing just a few feet away, his movements going perfectly still.

He had been pacing the perimeter of the sandbar, ostensibly keeping watch for akula or merely patrolling his territory, but in truth, he had been circling you. Now, he froze. He was watching the way the seawater droplets clung to your skin, shimmering like liquid crystals against your patterned teal skin. He watched the concentrated line of your brow, the tip of your tongue just barely poking out between your teeth in focus, and the way your eyes—wide and bright with genuine wonder—lit up as you pulled the small, fluted shell from the sand.

To the rest of the clan, you were a diligent worker, a kind soul. To him, in this quiet moment between day and night, you looked perfectly in your element—a pretty girl collecting pretty things, entirely unaware of how the starlight caught the curve of your collarbone.

Your head turned toward the figure looming a little ways away. Your eyes unexpectedly landed on Aonung, and a confused expression took over your features. He usually spent this time of day sharpening his spear or boasting with his friends by the fire. You wondered what he was doing here, standing so silently in the shallows, but deciding not to press, you simply waved at him.

Your inviting demeanor was one of his favorite things about you, though he would sooner die than admit it out loud. You never let anyone in the clan feel left out or less than. You were loyal to your people, a healer of spirits if not of bodies, always trying your hardest to make sure everyone was doing well.

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tears run down my ?? . neteyam x reader

When you watch your dumb best friend Ao'nung and his goonies fight Lo'ak, all you could think about was how hot Neteyam looked as he punched the skxawng's face.

neteyam x f!metkayina!reader , rdr has a crush on teyam , valid tbh , ao'nung is her victim , platonic!ao'nung , crack , fluff ,

part two here | -> inspired by sabrina's song tears

notes : this is my like 2nd fic of the day lol i am brain rotting help me these blue aliens got me on a chokehold istggg

"Ouch that hurts!" Your dearest friend, Ao'nung hissed while you attempt to clean his fresh wound. Though his protest remains unheard as you continue to treat the bruised area on his cheek.

"And whose fault is that?" You deadpan, eyes reflecting an unimpressed look. Ao'nung clicks his tongue in response, clearly annoyed at your words. He stops thrashing his movements, knowing you become kind of scary when you are angered. "Too bad I can only help your bruised skin, not your bruised ego."

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