Hey !! Author here, I've written plenty of silly fics in the far past - when I was a child that is. I've found that my writing has changed a significant amount and have decided to revive myself. Think of this as redemption
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synopsis: In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from death, to do what he's always wanted to do - you.
contentwarning(s): fem! reader, best friends to lovers, Satoru goes a little (very) INSANE, oral (fem receiving), fingering, manga spoilers, use of jujutsu powers, unprotected, creampie, spitting, overstim, feral Satoru, heinous things, happy ending, pet names, swearing
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Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone.
He was going to kill someone and it didn't matter who. It didn't matter how. It didn't even matter if he had to haul his broken body - scarred and barely healed - out of this stiff infirmary bed, because the great Gojo Satoru awoke and the world shook.
Because you weren't here.
"Ah. The oh-so-deadest one, I see you're awake." Satoru flinches at the sharp, exhausted drawl from his left.
Slowly, he blinks away the haze in his aching eyes, desperately trying to adjust to the cold room. Shoko's voice was too loud. The lights are too bright. His waiting arms were too empty - where were you?
With a low hiss, Satoru's body is moving before his mind, sitting up like a man possessed. Goosebumps prickle his skin as the thin blanket falls off his shoulders. Temples throbbing because the world was spinning and spinning and you-
"Calm down, Satoru." Shoko sounds almost panicked now - as much as she could, anyway. Uselessly trying to push him back onto the mattress. "I don't care if you're the 'strongest'. Sukuna did a number on you and you have to rest-"
