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inmaki · 3 months

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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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orange-s-mario · 7 months

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yuyuki bar

i can only conclude that yuyuki is canon to kirby

#yuyuki #chao #Goku #kirby #kirby's dream land 2 #Kirby's dream land 3 #Kirby's star stacker (super famicom)#rick #kine #coo #kirby of the stars #gooey #girl blob #sanzo #hakkai #gojo

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luv-gin · 9 months

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okay i’m convinced gojo would act like the adopted child of geto and y/n, just like the tiktok trend — “mama y papa”

the door opens and the stillness of the room transforms to accommodate the boisterous personality of the gojo satoru. your eyes move from scanning the tv mindlessly to wracking over gojo to ensure he was physically fine, a habit you developed from a certain incident; geto halts his reading to groan at the blob that threw itself on your bed.

“satoru, what are you doing here?” geto asks, irritation peeking through his tone as the man over 6’ wiggled his way in between you two—he couldn’t deny the relief that gojo made it back well in one piece however.

“i just came from a mission, i need my cuddles.” gojo pouts, your fingers already make their way to his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp.

“go cuddle your stuffed toys.” geto retorts as he goes back to reading.

a gasp escapes your lips as you pull gojo closer to your body, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he slings his arm around your waist "be nice, you heard he just came from a mission."

geto rolls his eyes at your sudden solidarity as you cuddled into and cooed at the large manchild, a little smile painted his lips at your interaction however as warmth filled his chest. sometime later he threw a package of sweets at gojo whilst the two of you focused on the tv once again, held in each others embrace and whispering about the series you started together as to avoid disrupting getos reading.

#ˋˏ mimi talks 😗 ˎˊ #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #lowkey #satosugu x reader #i've ready too many poly fics and can't help it oops #jjk

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justauthoring · 5 months

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naturally [3].

you fit into their little family perfectly - naturally → in which you meet satoru gojo

a/n: yall this one was a blast to write.

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader, yuji itadori x f!reader (platonic), satosugu as well!

want to support your local writer? send me a coffee!

I won’t be able to pick up Yuji today from daycare, do you mind heading there alone?

No worries at all, Kento. You know I don’t mind. Is everything okay?

Yes. My boss is being particularly pushy about getting this project done by today. I’m sorry to leave you alone.

I’ll be fine. But please don’t push yourself too hard, love.

Thank you, Y/N. I’ll try not to.

I’ll make your favourite for dinner, okay? Love you.

That would be wonderful, dear. I love you too.

When you’d received the text from Nanami, you hadn’t thought anything of it. This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to pick up Yuji, and that was way before the two of you ever were in a relationship. It hadn’t been much of a hassle then, given that you lived next door to him but it was even less of a worry now since you’d moved in with Nanami and Yuji into their apartment. Often, the two of you would pick up Yuji together and since you’d started joining Nanami, Yuji had been ecstatic about the whole thing that you made it a goal to go every day.

You’d already been out doing some errands, just about to make your way to the school with the assumption that Nanami would meet you there, when you’d gotten his text. You’d shrugged the whole situation off, mentally thankful you’d gotten all the necessary ingredients for Nanami’s favourite dinner when you’d grabbed groceries with a light frown at the realization of how hard Nanami’s office had been pushing him recently. Luckily it was the end of the week and you could spend the weekend making sure he got the rest he definitely deserved.

Your walk to Yuji’s daycare isn’t long at all and your thoughts are filled with the wonderful and loving family you’ve found yourself. None of it was in your plans for your life but you couldn’t deny how incredibly happy you were. Yuji was an absolute bundle of joy that you loved like your own son, and Nanami was the best boyfriend you could ask for – understanding, loyal, and loving. He checked off any and all boxes that may exist and made you incredibly happy.

You wouldn’t trade any of it.

“Y/N/N!”

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the familiar sound of Yuji’s voice. You blink, not having even realized you’d reached the daycare until a blob of pink comes crashing towards you, slamming right into your legs as Yuji hugs you as best he can with his small arms, peering up at you with bright, shining eyes. You smile at the sight, crouching down to his level as you distantly catch his teacher’s eye and offer a smile when she waves at you, before putting your full attention on Yuji.

“Hi, Yuji-kun,” you giggle, ruffling his hair. You notice his eyes drift past you, and are quick to explain. “Your father is stuck at work for a bit but I was thinking me and you could make his favourite dinner together, how does that sound?”

Yuji beams; “perfect!”

You let out a laugh, nodding your head. “How was your day?”

“Amazing!” Yuji practically cheers, and you blink slightly at the pure excitement in his voice. Suddenly, he’s letting go of your leg to take your hand in his own, his grip quite tight for such a small child as he starts pulling. “I want you to meet my friend, Y/N/N. His name is Megumi!”

You internally laugh at Yuji’s short-attention span. You’d thought he’d be more disappointed about Nanami not being able to show up, but as usual, the boy was effortlessly positive and didn’t seem to let himself get phased by many things.

That, or he was just happy as long as one of you came.

“Okay–just, slow down a little, Yuji, I–”

“MEGUMI!”

Your lips part as Yuji practically bellows the name, eyes drifting ahead of yourself to the direction Yuji’s yanking you towards. You see a small boy, just slightly taller than Yuji, with black, spiky hair (it’s quite amazing actually), in a similar uniform as Yuji but he looks a lot more neat and put-together than Yuji does–even though every morning, you make sure Yuji leaves with his buttons all done and his collar straight, something or another is amiss every time you come to pick him up.

The boy glances back at the call of his name, seemingly unphased by how loud Yuji was, and it’s then you notice the man standing next to him.

He’s tall. Very tall. He’s got startlingly white hair that falls effortlessly around his head, shaping his face perfectly and he’s wearing a pair of black sunglasses but yet as his eyes drift in the direction of you and Yuji, it still feels like he’s staring directly into you.

“Y/N/N! Y/N/N! This is Megumi,” Yuji tugs at your hands and you pull your eyes away from the man, moving to smile down at Megumi. “Megumi, this is Y/N/N. The one I was talking about.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Megumi,” you offer gently, smiling softly down at the boy.

Meeting your eyes, you’re shocked as Megumi bows, offering a small ‘nice to meet you’. You don’t think you’ve met such a polite young boy, even if he was a little quiet. It’s funny, you think, how Yuji could’ve made such a friend–someone so quiet and calm compared to your loud and boisterous boy. But then again, didn’t they say opposites attract?

“I certainly don’t know where he got that from.”

You glance up as the man with white-hair speaks up, grinning at you as he steps forward, ruffling Megumi’s hair. The boy instantly frowns as he does, batting the man’s hands away as he he grumbles to himself all whilst Yuji giggles, moving to point out Megumi’s frown and the two of them fall into a chatter amongst themselves as the man with white-hair sticks his own out towards you.

“Satoru Gojo,” the man introduces, “and you must be the famous Y/N Yuji keeps telling me about.”

Slowly, you let your hand fall in his, nodding. “Yes, I, um… I’m Kento’s–”

“Wife,” Gojo cuts off, smirking. “Yes, I actually work with your husband.”

Your eyes widen, cheeks burning red; “oh… oh no! We’re just dating, not… we’re not married, Gojo-san.”

“Ah, please, call me Satoru,” he brushes off, “and sorry. I just assumed Nanami would’ve put a ring on you already with the way he talks about you. He’s absolutely smitten.”

Your cheeks stay flushed, glancing at your feet. “Ah, well… you know…” desperate for the conversation to change, you glance back up at him. “Are you Megumi’s father?” You only ask because the two of them don’t really look all that related–of course, that didn’t mean much.

Still, it was a shift in conversation.

“Not biologically, no,” Gojo nods, “but I do take care of him.”

“Barely.” Megumi cuts in, glowering at the man.

You press a hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter–for such a young boy, he was rather quick-witted.

Gojo sticks his tongue out at the boy, and you find yourself unable to stop the giggle that leaves your lips at the sight. They were a rather odd pair, weren’t they?

Gojo glances at you as you giggle and your eyes widen.

“Oh, my apologies, Satoru-san! It’s just–”

“No need to apologize,” he waves you off, stepping towards you. “Now, where is Nanami?”

“Oh, he had to stay at work to finish something up. Speaking of, Yuji and I should be heading home. We’ve got to start making dinner. But it was lovely–”

A huge gasp cuts you off. You blink, glancing down at Yuji who stares up at you with an expression like he’s come up with the best thing in the entire world.

“Y/N/N! Can Megumi and Gojo-san stay for dinner?”

After a long and grueling day, Nanami is more than excited to come home to you and his son and have a nice, quiet, relaxing evening.

At least, that was the plan.

Until he sees Gojo Satoru standing in his living room.

“What the hell are you doing here.”

He ignores his rather sharp language in front of the children. Never, ever has he ever wanted to see Gojo standing in his apartment, in his living room and least of all, has he ever wanted Gojo to be anywhere near you–talking with you, making you laugh, offering to help you with dinner–any of it.

Your wide eyes fall on Nanami the second you hear his voice, and Nanami feels a flash of guilt when he sees the panicked look in your eyes.

Gojo just beams. “Nanami! You’re just in time for dinner.”

Yuji comes bounding towards Nanami, hugging his father tightly and Nanami, despite the annoyance standing in front of him, of course returns the hug to his son, as Yuji beams up at him; “I asked Y/N/N if Megumi and Gojo-san could come for dinner and she said yes!”

Nanami’s eyes drift to you then, noticing the way you step towards him nervously. “I hope that’s okay,” you offer quietly and Nanami frowns at the look in your eyes. You look positively worried, and he curses himself silently when he realizes it’s because you think you’ve upset him. “Satoru-san said he was a friend from work and Yuji seemed super excited, so–”

Stepping towards you, Nanami gently pulls himself from Yuji, wrapping his arm around your waist to lean forward and press a kiss against your forehead. “It’s no worries, love. It’s not you I’m annoyed by,” he assures you, smiling down at you before his gaze hardens and he faces Gojo who continues to stand smugly in the living room. “It’s him.”

It’s then you learn that while Gojo may consider them friends, Nanami certainly doesn’t.

At least, not outwardly. You can tell Gojo definitely annoys your boyfriend, but Nanami still tolerates him nonetheless and it’s proven in the way he doesn’t immediately kick Gojo out.

You also notice how Nanami is particularly clingy the entire night – he sticks by you, as if attached to your hip, constantly offering to help, barely allowing Gojo to step within a few feet of you. Gojo notices, of course, and he uses it to his advantage to constantly tease Nanami but you find you hardly care – Nanami was hardly ever possessive and it made you feel giddy that he was so desperate to make sure Gojo didn’t flirt with you all whilst making sure not to be too overbearing on you or do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

It was a feeling that had you tingling all night.

“The dinner was fantastic, Y/N/N.”

Nanami grunts at the nickname Gojo had decidedly started calling you halfway through dinner, a name he’d picked up from Yuji, but you just smile at the man. Gojo is standing by the door to the apartment, a passed out Megumi in his hands. Yuji’s already been tucked into bed by Nanami twenty minutes ago when the two boys had promptly passed out on the couch together. Gojo had moved to excuse himself shortly after, of course with slight pressure from Nanami, who continued to have his arm around your waist, you tucked into his side as the both of you stood across from Gojo, seeing him and Megumi off.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile, leaning into Nanami. “I’m sorry we kept Megumi up so late.”

Gojo shrugs, “nah, it’s fine. Suguru might be a bit upset, but…”

Your brows furrow, “whose Suguru?”

Gojo grins. “My husband.”

Your eyes widen and Nanami shakes his head from next to you; “yet you continue to flirt with my girlfriend.”

“Kento,” you mumble, turning to him embarrassed.

Gojo just laughs; “your girlfriend is very beautiful,” he grins over at you, and you glance down at your feet in embarrassment. “Besides, Suguru knows I love him.” Gojo rolls his eyes at Nanami, before turning back to you. “He’s actually out on a trip with the girls for the weekend. Left yesterday.”

Your lips part; “girls?”

“Yes, Megumi’s sister, Tsumiko, and two other girls, Mimiko and Nanako that we adopted.”

You let out a gasp, “oh my! That’s so wonderful,” you beam up at the man. “The six of you must be so happy.”

Gojo laughs; “I wonder about Megumi sometimes… He didn’t wanna go on the trip, said it would be boring but I think it was because he didn’t wanna miss seeing Yuji at daycare. The two of them are like two peas in a pod.”

Truly, you feel like your heart could melt. Turning to Nanami, you beam at him; “we’ll have to have Megumi over more often then.” Then, turning back to Gojo, you add; “and of course Suguru-san and the girls!”

Nanami frowns, but you don’t see it as Gojo grins back at you; “I’ll make sure to let Suguru know.” He assures, “now, I should go. I think I might’ve overstayed my welcome.”

You glance over at Nanami at that, noticing the frown on his lips and let out a light giggle as you nod at Gojo. With one final goodbye, Nanami opens the door for him, before shutting it the second he’s sure he’s gone. You watch as the man’s shoulders instantly sag the second Gojo’s gone and tilt your head.

“Do you really not like Satoru-san that much?”

His eyes widened; “no… no, it’s not that. I’ve known Gojo for a long time. He’s annoying, but he’s a… friend.” Then, stepping towards you, he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, love. I’m just tired.”

His hands fall on your waist, tugging you towards him and you fall into him with ease, letting your head fall on his chest as you hum out softly. “I know. Don’t worry about cleaning up, I’ve got it.” Leaning back slightly, you press a kiss to his jaw. “Just get some rest.”

Nanami shakes his head; “no, you already made dinner for me tonight. I can help clean.”

“But–”

“No buts,” he smirks down at you. “I want to help.”

With a moment more of hesitance, you nod. And the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you work to tidy up from dinner. With the two of you, it’s cleaned a lot faster and before you know it, the two of you are already tucked into bed, kitchen clean, clothes swapped for more comfortable attire and feeling ready to pass out completely.

Just as Nanami presses a final kiss to your cheek, arm wrapped around your waist with your back pressed to his chest, you can't help but ask; “were you really jealous of a married man? Married to another man, no less?”

There’s a pause. Then, “...maybe.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #yuuji itadori #gojo satoru #satosugu

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c4teyezz · 3 months

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skincare with my fav jjk men <3

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contains: gn!reader, fluff

characters: nanami, toji, gojo, geto, higuruma, and sukuna

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nanami

“is it really necessary to put that much moisturiser on my face?” his hands were on your hips as you sat on the flat surface of the sink

“of course! everyone needs moisturiser, even people with oily skin” you reassured him, massaging it onto his face

“you sure are taking your sweet time with this…” “almost done!” and finally you ended it by squishing his face

“darling…” he said in almost a muffled voice

“hehe sorry”

toji

“the hell does this do anyway?” he asks shaking the toner

“well it mostly helps with smoothing the texture on the skin and helps with uneven skin tone, and stop shaking it! you might drop it…”

he hands it back to you “my nose is itchy…”

“hey! dont take the mask off yet!”

gojo

“this is fun!”

“alright now put this on” you handed him the moisturiser

thing is its not in a squeeze bottle or in a pump bottle, its in like a container of some sorts and as you turn around, and turn back around, gojo almost has a giant blob of it in his hand

“GOJO WHAT THE HELL THATS EXPENSIVE YOU KNOW!!!!”

“huh-“

geto

“this is a toner it can help with the redness on your face”

“you know my skin is pretty clear right? i basically dont need these…” he said pretty proud of himself for being blessed with such skin

“just try..” “alright alright” he splashed some of his hand and onto his face

“hey this feels pretTY AH FUCK IT GOT IN MY MOUTH”

“geto!” you laughed

higuruma

hiromi sat on the couch leaning as you apply the face mask on him he shivered a bit “its cold…” “pfffft duh it feels better if its cold!” you replied

“where did you get this mask?”

“i stole it”

“what-“

“just kidding!” you laugh at his reaction

(get it? bc hes a lawyer and it’s against the law to shoplift, im so funny)

sukuna

“i dont need this shit.” he said in a stern voice

“i know but just give it a try! this serum is pretty good!” you tried to convince him

“fine. if it makes you shut up” he allows you to touch his face and spread the serum

“watch the fucking eyes!” omg you completely forgot he had a second pair of eyes

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lol this was pretty fun to write

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chuluoyi · 1 month

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Imagine gojo just using reader as his body pillow. Especially now that she has extra chub on her body after her pregnancy. Not only does it turn him on, shes just super soft and squishy to hold after a long

you’re soft, squishy and the hardworking mother of his baby— gojo has stars in his eyes whenever he looks at you 💁🏻‍♀️

“satoru i’m telling you, you’re suffocating me,” you sigh, trying to wiggle out of his vice-like hug.

“no no no bear with me!😗” he whines with a wide grin, smooching you on the neck. “this is me giving you love!”

“…more like you’re using me as your pillow but whatever😐”

“that’s because my little wifey is so soft and hot and pretty even after she has our baby~”

somehow hearing that makes heat rush to your face. “you silly man… i’m more like a blob now🥺”

he blinks once… and then twice.

“blob? then you’re my cute little soft blob😗”

#he’s simply a stupid man in love forgive him~#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 #—chu’s mailbox 📬#—headcanons☁️

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satoruwiki · 2 months

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Hey! I really loved your somno piece with Sukuna and story about Gojo’s lactation kink. If you take requests, can you do Sukuna having lactation kink 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 please please please, I’m going feral thinking of this 😩

♡ - ̗̀ LET ME HELP YOU...⇢ ৎ୭

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

content: nsfw; smut; porn w/o plot; afab!f!reader; noncurse!sukuna; implied relationship; lactation kink; breeding kink (if you use a magnifying glass); fingering; unprotected sex (on purpose lol);

w.c: 1.2k

n/a: sorry for making you wait for so long, i couldn't think of a good scenario to begin this with and tysm for the support! hope this makes worth the wait :(

"Ah! It hurts…" you hissed as you held your breast, wincing in pain at the fullness of it. You desperately needed to pump the milk out, but your child was asleep, so you had to find another way to empty it.

"What happened?" Sukuna's deep voice echoes behind you; you turn slightly and notice his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

You sigh as you take a small artifact from among the cupboards. "Oh, nothing. I just produced more than what he eats," you mumble, adjusting the breast pump to your chest to relieve the pressure in your milk-filled boob.

Sukuna hums in acknowledgment, understanding the reason for your discomfort now, and wraps his beefy arms around your waist, depositing soft kisses under your jaw. "Next time, let me know when it happens," he said, sounding like an order.

"What for?" you sounded confused. In your mind, there was no reason to do so.

"Just do it," he reiterated.

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You woke up with a familiar sharp pain in your chest, your t-shirt wet around the nipple area. You cursed under your breath; you had fed your baby not too long ago, and it was likely that he was not hungry now.

"Honey..." you nudged your boyfriend, prodding him to wake up. "... 'kuna, wake up."

You heard a soft -and slightly annoyed- groan from him. "What's wrong?" Sukuna grumbles groggily, with his eyes still shut, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"It happened again; it hurts," you whisper back.

"Okay, lie back in bed," he instructs you, which leaves you dumbfounded. Is he being serious?

"Then why did you tell me to tell you when my breasts were full again? Aren't you going to do something about it?" you hissed; the discomfort in your chest and his somewhat apathetic (or at least that's how you interpreted it) response had your irritation simmering within you.

Sukuna sighs heavily, sitting on the bed and gently pushing you back onto the mattress. "I am," he reaffirmed, hovering above you and lifting your shirt over your bust, small blobs of the white liquid running down your mounds. "You don't have to be angry," he kept his voice passive, but his eyes expressed the opposite, carrying a glint of lust in them.

"What're you-" A gasp cut short your words as his mouth latched onto your swollen breast to suck on the hardened peak, gulping the fluid oozing out of it.

"Sukuna, wait, no- Ah!" you mumbled, breathy moans spilling out of your parted lips as you ran your fingers through his pink locks of hair, pulling on them at each hard suck of his, earning a low groan from him.

Sukuna's tongue lapped over the pebbled flesh and swirled around your areola, revelling in your honey-sweet taste. His skilled tongue confused you; it drifted your mind into a foggy state and sent a heat pooling in your lower back, making it hard for you to think and know what you truly wanted.

Your back arched off the bed, and you shuddered at his teeth grazing over your delicate nipple, drawing a loud whimper out of you. "Easy there, I'm oversensitive now," you sputtered, your words coming out as a weak plea.

His eyes rested on your gaze, a sly smirk gracing his lips moist in his saliva. "I'm surprised you haven't stopped me yet," he remarked, "Feelin' good, eh?"

His teasing words went up to your cheeks, flushing them red. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stop him or not; the pain of your swollen tits was alleviated and replaced by the pleasure of his lewd ministrations on you. "Stop looking at me like that," you whined, blushing up to your ears.

"Don't tell me what to do, silly. I'm doing you a favour right here," Sukuna sighed with a chuckle, his lips latching onto the neglected nipple, a soft grunt escaping as he gave your sensitive skin a broad stroke. With a scowl on his face, Sukuna delighted with your breast milk, an elixir to his taste buds and a stimulating to his cock, which throbbed and left a wet patch on his boxers. "You taste so damn sweet. Might be my new favourite drink after your squirt, of course."

You squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by his mouth and vulgar words. His hand traced a path from your breast to your centre, snakily slipping under your wet panties. His calloused fingers circled your bud and teased your folds, coating them in your essence. "So fucking soaked f'me, dirty girl," he murmured, bruising the skin of your breast.

His name spilled out of your plump lips as he glided two of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and scissoring inside your gummy walls, the knot in your stomach snapping and coming undone on his fingers.

"Already? I haven't put my dick in yet," Sukuna teased you, drawing an embarrassed whine from you.

He pulled his fingers out of you, his tongue lapping and licking them clean of your release as your pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be stuffed with something thicker.

Without being able to wait any longer, Sukuna unfastened the cloth that confined his erect cock, with a thick vein protruding from the side and smaller ones running down its length, his urethra leaking precum gliding down to the base.

He aligned himself with your pussy, teasing you by sliding his gland up and down across your folds and kissing your swollen clit with it. Before he could sink inside your wet walls, you halted him, putting your hand on his abdomen. "'kuna, condom," you reminded him.

He ignored your comment and snorted, leaning down to trail kisses from your jawline to your collarbones. "For what? We already have one," he mused biting at the skin on your throat, "I wouldn't mind giving you another one."

His cock sank down slowly into you, the initial burning stretch of your pussy being worked open pulling lewd noises out of you, your legs encircling his waist til he bottomed out.

"Holy shit, you feel so fucking amazing," he huffed, his girth moulding your clenching walls to his size as he fucked you, his cockhead kissing your spongy spot at each deep thrust, driving you to ecstasy.

You moaned his name like it was a mantra to you, your nails scratching his back muscles, holding onto him for dear life and feeling your second orgasm closer than ever. Enamoured with your cunt, Sukuna babbled sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how good you took him in and marking you as his property. "I fucking this pretty pussy, sucking me in so greedily. She knows who she belongs to, doesn't she?" He panted, licking off the bead of sweat rolling down your neck covered in his markings.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," you sobbed out, your brain numb from the heaven-sent pleasure his cock made you feel.

"So pretty, already cock drunk," he hissed, his abs clenching and glistening in sweat, close to his climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a trainwreck and was unexpected. Your legs quivered and went limb, your pussy fluttering around his shaft. Sukuna cursed under his breath, the spasms of your walls making his dick pulse and release his seed inside you, his hips stuttering to a stop as he reached his high.

Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, careful to not crush you with his weight as he steadied his breath. "What do you say?" he puffed exhaustedly.

"Thank you," you mewled weakly, still dizzy from your high.

"Good girl."

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 4 months

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A Moment in Time (Ino Takuma x Reader)

First time posting since I rebranded my tumblr to try and get into posting fics here, thought I'd start off with this to put myself out there cause I finished it just a couple of hours ago ) I hope y'all enjoy, Ino is just a little baby and deserves all the love

Small preface: This is set post-Shibuya, but just before Yuta reenters the picture so it does contain brief manga spoilers in the beginning in terms of character appearances. Reader's CT involves sound and emotions, it manifests as a colour-shifting blob that can be manipulated into different shapes and colours to distract, camouflage and other things. It is influenced by inner thoughts and emotions and sometimes takes the form of people she is thinking of or imitates her movements, almost like it has a mind of it's own. (However it's a very small part and only mentioned a couple of times) Also I have no idea if Shoko can actually do the things she is described to do here, so just roll with it

Warnings: blood, mention of a missing eye, shoko's healing, a lot of pain noises, lots of blood :( as happy of an ending as you can have while just coming out of shibuya, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Shibuya was a mess. So were you, and so was Yuji who has just shown up in front of you for the first time since you departed Jujutsu Tech all those hours ago. “Where’s…” You trail off, your voice raw and defeated as you look pleadingly at him standing beside a man you don’t recognise, “Yuji,” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes, “Where’s Ino?”

He shakes his head, scrunching his own face up, “Ino got hurt real bad, protecting Megumi and I,” He mumbles, angrily rubbing at his face, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he’s hurt real bad,”

You quickly race over, your arms pulling him into a hug and letting him hide his face against your neck despite the blood, “Shhh, Yuji, it’s not your fault,” you murmur, “Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop him from protecting you, he’s a selfish hard-headed piece of work,” Yuji’s body shakes but he makes no noise as he cries, you continue to reassure him softly, knowing what he needs right now is someone to let him know he’s alright. “If he dies-“ You cut him off before he says anything else, “Don’t make a promise like that, Yuji, Ino knew exactly what he was doing,” You bring a hand up to the back of his head and clutch his hair, letting your own tears fall, “You know he promised me he’d protect you, he promised me, not anyone else, me, as if I had a reason to believe he’d do anything different,”

“I hurt so many people,” He sobs, “Nanami is gone, Kugisaki might be too, it’s all my fault,” You push him away from his sanctuary in your arms, holding him so he’s forced to look at you, “Yuji, they’re sorcerers, they’re fucking crazy, they knew what they were doing, we all know what we’re here for and we all know the eventual price we must pay,” You move your hand from the back of his head to his cheek, “You’re worth it, Yuji, you’re so much more than just ‘Sukuna’s vessel’ to us,” The other man finally steps forwards, “She’s right,” His voice is soft, rumbling like a faraway storm, “You’re strong, brother, but that doesn’t mean you have to be strong alone,”

You nod to him in thanks as Yuji’s body stills, no longer wracked with sobs, “Since the first finger you’ve never been alone Yuji, it began with Megumi and Gojo and it will end with all of us, we may not know what it’s like, but we’re here and we care,” A few more tears slip down his face as he lets a small smile grace his lips, “Thank you Y/n,” He murmurs, “Will you stay by my side?” You nod, “I will do whatever I can for you, Yuji Itadori,” You brush your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears that fall, “Now dry your tears, we still have work to do,” He nods, “This is Choso by the way,” He gestures to the man accompanying you and you finally focus on him for a few moments.

Black hair tied up in messy pigtails, a thick black line across his nose, his clothing loose and shoes that look straight from a goth’s wardrobe, “It’s good to meet you,” You smile as you wonder where he came from, “I’m Y/n,” He nods in return, not quite meeting your eyes but it’s not something that bothers you. You can feel your cursed technique welling up beneath your skin and it seeps out, taking up a crude imitative form of Ino beside you, “Have you seen Megumi since you split up?” you ask, ignoring it. “Last I saw he was with Shoko and Principal Yaga, Ino should be there too, Sukuna sort of saved Megumi, but I don’t know why yet,” Yuji scratches the back of his head while you think for a moment, “Alright, I’ll let you guys get back to the remaining curses, I’ll see if we’re going to move the badly wounded to a safe location,”

You pull him into another quick hug, “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, “Thanks Y/n,” He murmurs as you pat his back. “If you need me, I’m only one call away, don’t be afraid to ask for help,” You say firmly as you grip his upper arms for a moment, before letting go and darting off to where you believe Shoko and Yaga will be based on the directions you were given beforehand.

Once you’ve made your way to the building under the cover of your cursed technique, it drips away into a puddle of red and black that follows you along the ground as you desperately search for Ino. “Y/n! He’s over here!” Shoko calls from a bit further down the rows of bodies, tucked in next to a pillar. Your heart races as you run to her, her hands gently working over his body to find the sources of his pain. You stumble to your knees beside him and cup his cheeks, not caring about the blood as he grits his teeth and groans.

“Shhshhshh,” You gently hush him, stroking the hair back from his forehead, your chest aching as you try to avoid looking into his empty right eye-socket, “Everything’s gonna be ok, you’re gonna be alright,” You murmur. “Hold him,” Shoko instructs softly and you nod, shifting closer and letting him nestle his head sideways against your chest, still facing Shoko. You feel the reverse cursed energy radiating from Shoko as she pushes it into him, frowning as she looks up at his face. An agonized cry falls from his lips and his hands grip you tightly, painfully, but you ignore it and press your lips to the top of his head, “It’s ok Takuma, I’m here, I love you, I’m not leaving,” You whisper.

He struggles and shakes but you hold him tightly, his breaths coming in short wailing gasps, “Is it supposed to hurt him this much?!” You blurt to Shoko, gripped with panic. She grimaces, “I’m growing him an entirely new eye, give me a second!” She seethes. His fingernails dig so sharply into your waist and back that you feel your skin breaking, but you ignore your own pain and just rock him gently. He finally falls limp, breathing heavily and still making small groaning noises every so often, “Stay with him,” She stands, “He needs you,” You nod firmly.

The thought of leaving his side hadn’t even crossed your mind and you work to comb the fingers of one hand through his hair, gently detangling and moving it away from the blood still on his face. You pick up on his breathing pattern and duck your head, breathing loudly and slowly in his ear until he starts copying you, “That’s it, that’s it,” You praise him softly, “There you go,” He digs his fingernails in again, though not nearly as hard as before, and slumps further against you, forcing you to sit back on your butt against the pillar. He buries his face against your chest and you hold him half in your lap, legs spread either side of his waist, “Oh Takuma,” You whisper, finally allowing yourself to feel a wash of relief, ��I’m so happy you’re alive,”

He moans softly against your shirt, his hands creeping up your skin at the back and just holding you, “Takuma,” You breathe. “Y/n,” He finally murmurs as he turns his head to the side slightly, his voice rough and low, mouth barely exposed. You let out a soft cry, “Takuma,” you repeat, helping him as he insistently moves up and then flops onto his butt beside you, his eye good as new but his face still covered in blood, “Oh…” you kneel in front of him and look over your shoulder, “Can someone get me a bottle of water?” You call out, but his gentle hands pull your attention, and your body, back to him. “C’mere,” He grunts, his hands moving down your body the closer you get until he tugs you by the hips and you’re forced to straddle his upper thighs.

“What did you say before doll?” He mutters, his eyes swimming with emotion, almost not quite seeing you. “I’m so happy you’re alive,” You murmur, your hands trailing up to his face, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He shakes his head, coughing a couple of times, “No, before that,” Someone places a bottle next to your leg and you nod in thanks, looking away only briefly. “Takuma…” You murmur, leaning forward and resting your forehead to his, “I love you,”

He chuckles, his lips spreading into a smile beneath the blood, “I can’t live without you, I don’t want to live without you,” You whisper. “That’s what I needed to hear,” He lets his head rest back against the pillar and you grab the bottle, pouring a small amount of water into your palm and lifting it to his face, “Close your eyes,” You murmur, and once he’s closed them you let the water drip between your fingers onto his forehead and down over his eyelid. You use your fingertips to gently rub the blood off and then rinse his face, drying it with your coat as he opens his eyes again, “You are so pretty,” He murmurs, “And that’s not just the blood loss talking,”

His hands which haven’t deviated once from your hips pull you slightly closer, one trailing up to the back of your head as he leans closer, “Stunning,” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours like feathers as you share breaths, “Crying for me like this,” He coos, “You’re just beautiful,” You hadn’t even realised you were crying until he mentioned it, his hands grabbing your wrists to stop you from wiping them away, “Takuma,” you whimper softly, struggling against his grip and desperate for validation, “Say it back or let me go,”

His breath fans your neck for a moment and he kisses your jaw, “I love you too,” He murmurs into your skin, “Always have, won’t let you go, I promise,” His mouth trails up to yours, satisfying the flame that roars beneath your skin as he initiates a tentative kiss, one full of love and care. You press further into him, desperately assuring yourself he’s still alive and allowing yourself to forget where you are for just a moment in time.

Thanks for giving me a chance if you got this far, I hope you enjoyed it! Most of my fics start out as self-indulgent writings but then if I'm proud I'll post them somewhere and see what people think, anyway please please feel free to request, send me prompts, anything that comes to mind!

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tojikai · 1 year

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Permanent Mark XI: Epilogue

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: pregnancy, insecurities, miscarriage

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“Maybe fate would be a little kinder...”

"I heard about it when Satoru called. He's a mess. He said your husband contacted him." You heard faint voices as you came around. There was a white wall in front of your face as you tried to blink away the fog that is covering your vision. Are you being lulled to sleep? Why is everything spinning? You wondered as you looked around. Figures. There were figures. You moved your hand up to reach one of them but the piercing pain in your hand stopped you from doing so. So, you tried to sit up, panicking when your head started to throb the moment you lifted it from the pillow.

"Don't try to sit up, Y/N. It's not good for you." It's a familiar voice. You know this person, what's their name? "You have to rest to gain your strength quickly." The voice spoke again, their figure reaching out to you. The weight of their hand was too much that you could only lie down. There were distant voices that you couldn't clearly hear and to you, the figures where the voices are coming from are just blobs. Are they even human? You wondered as you tightly closed your eyes shut.

What happened after you fell asleep? You thought to yourself. Are you dreaming? How did you even get here? There was a pain in your lower stomach that made you wince as you tried to recall the memories of last night. You feel like you're underwater. The noises started to morph until they were only distorted sounds around you. What happened after you slept? You wondered again as you felt pain erupt from your lower stomach in a throbbing manner. Your place your hand to soothe it, sighing as it slowly fades, before coming back again, making you hiss.

"What's wrong, my dear?" You heard your voice talking. Who are you talking to? You wondered as you felt yourself caressing your stomach. Like there's something that you're soothing, comforting inside it. Like a baby, craving a mother's touch.

That's right, baby. Your baby. Something happened to your baby.

Before you could scream, you woke up on a chair. Giggles were coming from the crib in front of you. Gorgeous sounds made you smile to yourself, despite not seeing the little human inside. You stood up to see the baby's little hands reaching out to you as his eyes sparkled with the happiness of seeing you.

My baby. My baby boy.

He was reaching out to you as he let out cute sounds that melted your heart in the most beautiful way possible. Your hand reached out to caress his soft cheeks, earning more giggles as he wrapped his little fingers around you

"Hey, how's your nap?" You found yourself saying. The baby continued to laugh, squealing happily as you picked it up to kiss his chubby cheek. "How's your nap, my love?" You spoke softly again, letting the baby nuzzle his nose on your cheek. His warm breath gives you a different sense of comfort as you sit back in your chair.

"How're my babies?" A voice spoke behind you just as a hand touched your bare shoulders. You looked up to see Satoru, towering over you and your child with a contented smile on his beautiful face. He leaned down to kiss your forehead while caressing the head of your infant. You leaned up to let him kiss your lips before smiling up at him. Everything's so simple.

It was like a ray of light shone from the sky and cast upon you and your little family like there's no roof above your head. Are you dreaming of the future now? The future you once saw was with Satoru and this is how you truly want it to be. Despite all the doubts, uncertainties, and issues surrounding your relationship with him, you still want you and Satoru to make it. And that is something you will never tell him. Why? Because you want to know first if it's also you for him.

You looked up and saw a roof with flowers, leaves, and everything pleasant to the eyes. There were also his eyes boring down to yours as he looked down on you and your little one. You almost drowned as he leaned closer and closer and you let your eyes flutter, expecting to feel his lips on yours but were met with nothing but cold air. You opened your eyes to a white room once again with the smell of antiseptic and a heavy feeling on your lower leg.

"Hey, sweetie." You looked down and saw your mom, holding your hand as she sat down beside you. Standing by the door is Suguru in his sweatpants and long sleeve shirt. Did he rush here? You wondered as he walked closer to you. There was a small sad smile on his face.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" You looked up to see Shoko towering over you as she checked the IV. Why is everyone here? You wondered as you reached down to pat your stomach, a habit you developed ever since you found out that you were pregnant. It's your way of saying good morning to your baby.

Your baby. What happened to your baby? You remembered waking up on blood-soaked sheets and pain in your lower stomach before being rushed to the hospital. What happened after that? You remembered yourself crying as you begged the doctors to save your baby.

"Mom…" You looked over to your mom as she moved to hug your form. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry…" She rubbed your back as you looked over to Suguru hoping to find some answers but he could only look at you with pity in his eyes. There was a throbbing ache in your head but the pain that is finally settling in the middle of your chest could never compare to it. What happened to your baby? You asked yourself as you looked back to the dream you just had.

“Mom…what happened to my baby?" Tears started to form in your eyes before you even knew it. You don't have the strength in you to cry out in agony and you could only let your mother hold you as you helplessly wailed. You lost your baby. Your little angel. The only good thing that happened to you in the past months of hell.

You didn't hear any of their voices as you shut your eyes and muted everyone out, reminiscing the sound of the giggles of the child in your dreams; reminiscing everything about it. The baby's little hands, cheeks, eyes, and the way he cooed when you smiled down at him. It was bliss; a brief moment of bliss before you say goodbye to the little life that you once bore inside you, giving you the strength to turn your world around.

"Y/N…" You heard Suguru's voice and the warmth of his hand enveloping yours. Shoko sat on the foot of your bed, watching you sob as she rubbed your leg in an attempt to comfort you. "It's gonna be fine.” You can’t even find your voice anymore, the pain in your chest was beyond belief. The words coming out of your mouth were incoherent as they slipped past your lips, interrupted by the throbbing ache in your heart.

You wanted to go back to sleep, go back to that dream and live in it forever. Those four blue eyes that you adore. Satoru’s and your unborn son. You wanted to go back to it, leave reality with no way of returning if you must just to feel that moment of bliss again; even if you have to repeat that little scenario for a lifetime.

“Is she…awake?” A familiar voice barges into the room and there stood Satoru, with his chest heaving up and down as he panted. He looked at you with pain in his eyes and you could feel Shoko squeeze your hand, you looked at her and nodded, understanding the unspoken words. You know that they thought you wouldn’t want to see them but looking back at Satoru you could only whimper in pain as he rushed to hold you.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I-I was careless, Y/N. I’m sorry, love.” He repeated as he kissed the top of your head. You could only cry, knowing that if there’s anyone who can understand the pain that you are feeling at that moment, it would be Satoru—the father of your child. Suguru and Shoko still don’t know what to say. They were shocked when your mother called and told them about what happened. They were hoping that things would fall right back into place with the arrival of your child, but it seems like now isn't the right time. For your child, and for you and Satoru.

"What were you doing Satoru?" Shoko spoke, unable to suppress her feelings as she looked at you. She cannot speak about the pain you feel but seeing your body tremble, and your heart crumbles once again in front of a man who broke it multiple times just revolts her. You've already hurt so much.

"They wouldn't let me in. Her father saw me and he let—" Satoru tried to explain but stopped to look at Shoko with pleading eyes. It was hard. It was hard to explain when you know that everyone around you can doubt everything that you say. It’s even harder when you know that you can never blame them for thinking of you that way. Satoru knows that you’re only holding on to him right now because you know that you share the same pain. Not because you want him to put you back together. He knows that you’d never trust him to do that anymore.

It took an hour for you to completely calm down, falling in and out of sleep after the nurses gave you some medicine. You held on to him the whole time. He let himself take in your face and the warmth of your hand in his. And he found himself in that situation again; when he had to leave the hospital after you got into an accident. When he had to memorize your face and the feel of your skin against his because he doesn’t know when he will get to hold you like this again or if he’ll ever get to hold you like this again.

What will be your decision now that the life that used to connect the two of you before is gone? Will you let him stay, will you let him pursue you, will you allow the both of you to try again and hope that maybe this time it’ll work? No. If you let him stay, he’d make sure that he’ll make everything work.

No matter what it is, Satoru knows that you’ll always have all of him.

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“You got everything you need ready?” You heard your mom as she walked past your room. Your door was open and you could only let out a short hum as you fixed your lipstick. You walked to the windows only to feel a gust of wind caress the exposed skin of your stomach. The sound of your heels tapping the wooden floors echoed with each step that you make. You stopped to take in the view outside. The lands stretched out to the horizon before the small buildings of the city not too far but also not too near.

Your hand reached to the exposed skin on your side to trace the tattoos that held more meaning now than they did before you got it. A permanent mark for all that you went through.

“You sure it’s still going to be this one?” You remember Suguru asking as you bit your lip and nodded. You got it a month after your miscarriage. Those three butterflies represent you, your life now, and your life that went away. It represents you because you are now ready to grow more for yourself. It is your life because, despite the ugly past, it still bloomed into something that could be beautiful. The last butterfly is your life that went away—your baby angel.

The pain you felt when you lost your angel can never be erased but it’s something that made you realize a lot of things. It made you realize that sometimes, no matter how much you protect and try to build something if it isn’t time for it yet, then you wouldn’t have it. But that doesn’t mean that you can never have it. Sometimes, losing something is also because of ourselves. When we thought that we just want to keep it safe but we ended up crushing it with our own hands. But that doesn’t mean that we can never pick it up and create something with it again.

Much like the sand. No matter how many times that waves take it down, you can always just start building from it again. But in life, you have to trust fate. Not everything is in the palm of your hand.

Your mother didn’t make you explain everything to her right away. But with the help of therapy and a little bit of change in your relationships, you were able to open up to your mother. She was sad, angry, and disappointed when she got to hear the story in detail. You found out about what happened to Rie after that confrontation with your mother but you didn’t know how to feel about it. You don’t feel happy but you don’t feel sad to the point of convincing your mother to change anything about it either. There are consequences to the mistakes you made, and that just happened to be hers.

She’s probably enduring something more because of her own doing but that is none of your concerns now. You couldn’t help but think that what happened to you is also a consequence of what you did. This is something that your mother asked your therapist to help you overcome.

You sighed as you closed the windows, letting the rising sun make your skin shine before you closed the curtains and stepped out. Downstairs was your mom on her phone and Kento sitting on one of the love seats of the spacious living room. He looked up at you with a smile before standing up. Your mother was about to walk outside when she noticed your presence.

“They’ve loaded up your suitcases in the car already. You said everything’s in there, right?” Your mother offered you a small smile, holding her phone away to talk to you. There’s been changes in your relationship with your mother—good changes. She’s paid more attention to you now than she ever did. Not only because of your training but because you’re her daughter. You thought you were a bit too old for that kind of care now, but as she said “You are my daughter forever. I want to make it up to you while I still can.”

You have no idea how her conversations with your Dad went after everything but you got a feeling that it has something to do with it. You appreciate it all, you just want to try with your life again. Do something for yourself, make something for yourself, and live for yourself. It was a hard decision to make with all the traumas and pain in your heart but you’ll only regret it if you don’t try.

“Yes, Mom. Let’s go.” You jogged carefully downstairs, smiling at Kento when he warned you about slipping. He’s been one of your support systems, along with Suguru and Shoko during the months of your recovery. Though you know that Satoru has been getting updates about you from the two, you were determined to fix yourself rather than your relationship with him. This time, for the very first time, you decided to make it about you and you only. The last time that you saw him was at the hospital. You know that it took everything in him to let go of you but your mother made it clear that your recovery doesn’t require him to be around you. You saw him cry again, it broke your heart again but you're also too shattered to hold on again.

“You don’t want any fractures again, Y/N.” Kento held your hand as you walked down the last few steps. “I already met the quota, I’m not getting any fractures again.” You giggled as you joked before letting go of his hand to walk out and into the car. Today, you’re flying overseas with Kento to train there. Your mother also figured that it’s better for you to get some change of atmosphere and scenery.

Arriving at the airport, you spotted your father waving at you near the private jet. You smiled and waved back at him. Even though he wanted to go with you, the company needs him here. He promised to visit you every once in a while along with your mom and you made sure to assure them that it would be fine. After all, Kento is going to be with you.

“What’s up, Ms. President?” You heard a voice come from behind you and were surprised to see Shoko and Suguru. Your jaw dropped as you turned to Kento, eyeing him with accusation as you shook your head. “They told me to say they couldn’t come.” He spoke monotonously, although with a small smirk, carrying your bag to hand it over to you. You turned to Shoko who’s now holding a peace sign.

“So that’s why everybody’s preventing me from stopping over at your clinic and the shop.” You pouted at them as you threw your arms around Suguru, letting him lift you off your feet slightly. Shoko was laughing softly at the sight. Even if she never showed it much, she’s the most worried for you. She kept in contact with your mother no matter how intimidated she was by her at first and always checked up on your doctors to know how you’ve been doing. She wouldn’t tell you how she tried to keep Satoru sane and grounded by letting him know how you were.

He’s still as in love with you as he was before. And Shoko knows that you know.

“You think we’d let you go without seeing you off?” You pulled away from Suguru letting his hand stay on your waist, feeling how he gently traces the outline of your tattoo with his thumb. “I thought you’d do that.” You looked down before punching his chest, hearing him laugh as he let Shoko snatch you away to hug you as well. It felt like it was the tightest hug she has ever given you. And despite the small difference in your age, she made you feel like you have an older sister that you could let everything out to.

“Come home really soon. I’m going to miss you.” It was rare for Shoko to speak her emotions and it made your heart swell. “Of course, it’s just gonna be for a short while.” You assured her, taking a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. It’s hard to leave the people who have been with you at your lowest. The people who didn’t give up on you no matter how hopeless you were. The people who helped even if they themselves were in a pinch. “Call as much as you can. Or I’ll follow you there.” Suguru joked, poking your side and making you giggle.

“Y/N.” You heard your mother speak behind you. You turned around, seeing her smile at your friends before looking at you with concerned eyes. It worried you because it’s new. What could be making your mother so anxious? “Someone wishes to see you off. Only if you want to, though.” She didn’t have to tell you who it was. You already know. You know Satoru too much to not expect him to be there. Looking back at Satoru and Shoko, they could only look at you with the same nervous gaze that your mother gave you.

“Y-yeah. It’s fine, I can do it. Where is he?” You can hear your heartbeat go faster as you followed your mother. You didn’t think that she’d let him see you off like this. You were led to the far end of the private jet before your mother pointed out where to go. She said that he should be the one to come to you but you figured that it would be better this way. You know that he already made up with Suguru, and also explained everything that happened in your mother's office to Shoko. You just thought that this last private time is what you both need. But you're certain that it wouldn't change anything in your plans.

“Y/N.” A voice called from your far right and you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath before turning to look at him. His hair blew in the wind, his slightly sunken cheeks, and the blue eyes that used to hold all of your heart. You smiled softly as you slowly walked towards him. You didn’t think about how you’d react to him. You didn’t think about how you’d feel if he came here today. But you knew you had to face him one day. And that is today.

“How have you been?” He asked you right when he reached you, eager to talk to you, to hear your voice again. He doesn’t know when he would see you again. He doesn’t even know if you’d ever cross paths with each other again. And if you do, would you still be by yourself? Or would you be…with someone else? Someone worthy of your love. Someone who deserves your heart. Someone who’d keep all the promises that Satoru made to you.

He shook his head and closed his eyes as he looked down. He cannot cry. Not right now. Not when he’s alone with you—probably for the last time. He doesn’t want to ruin things for you. He never wanted to ruin things for you; for the both of you. You let him hold your hands with his shaky ones, reluctant and afraid that he’ll scare you away.

“I’m okay. I’m…getting better.” You answered and were about to return the question but he stopped you, squeezing your hand gently. “That’s the most important. That’s the only important thing.” He brought your hand to his lips, unable to stop himself as he pulls you closer. You slowly wrapped your arms around him. Slowly, like you were afraid to connect with him again. But you needed it. You know you needed it.

“I don’t…I don’t really know what else to say. I just wanted to see you. And I want to…want to say…” He was speaking in a rush. Like you’d disappear in front of him. Like you’d go away within seconds and he has to speak his heart out or he’ll never ever get the chance to ever again. He probably wouldn’t. But you didn’t think he’d be this aware of it.

“...that I love you. I always have and I always will.” He was helpless against the tears falling from his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but longing and love. The sun made him more beautiful than he already is. It made him look softer than he feels and sounds and how you wished that things could still be so simple. How you wished that fate could’ve been kinder to the both of you.

“Satoru—” You tried to speak to him but he only ended up hugging you to him. To his body, letting you feel his warmth again. Despite his cold hands, his heartbeat felt heavy and alive, burning with all the feelings inside him. “I’ll probably never hear you call me like that after this ever again.” He sobbed, shaking as he took in your scent. “But, love, I’ll always love you like this. Do you understand?” You let him put his forehead against yours, your nose brushing against his.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” You nodded your head, biting your lips to stop your tears. You already cried too much, you thought you won’t be able to cry again but here you are, tasting salty tears as you let your lips cling to his for the last time. It was slow, unhurried, bittersweet. It almost felt like turning the last page of your favorite book. You had to remind yourself that you’d find another book that you’ll also love but this one will never be forgotten. You don’t even know if you could love another book as much as you love this one. No matter how painful and cruel the story was. If you could read it all for the first time, you probably would.

If you could change the ending, you probably would.

But only fate could tell. Only fate can lead you where you should be. If by any chance, you stumble into each other again as better people than you are right now, then it will probably let you start all over again. Can two people who chose to walk on separate paths end up going back to each other again? People could go through changes, and still end up where they started. And it was only fate giving them a chance to do it over. You’ll never cross that thing out. You just want to let it all go, and see if it’s going to come back to you. See if it’s really for you.

You left with Satoru’s three words. But to him, he sent you off with his whole heart and a piece of his soul. Something he will never want to take back. He’ll be worn out loving someone else, but the piece he left with you will stay forever.

And that missing piece of him is the proof; a permanent mark to remind him that once in his life, he was loved by an angel like you.

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yoona-jnr · 2 months

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Boyfriend - Ariana Grande & Social House

Pairing: (Jealous) Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Prompt: “You’re not my boyfriend.” You jokingly remind Gojo who stood behind you with an unreadable expression. “But I can be.”

His reaction to seeing you get so many attention on Valentines Day.

Tags: Fluff, humour, jealous Gojo, canon based plot with a slight change by the author.

Ever since your high school days, you and Gojo have shared a strong bond of friendship. While you were an ordinary human, Gojo revealed to you at the age of 17 that he was a jujutsu sorcerer, one with extraordinary abilities. Or so he would say, rolling your eyes whenever he would confidently state that he was the reason why you were so safe. Which was true to an extent.

Initially, you thought that it was a joke that Gojo led on to make you laugh. But the more you hung out with him, the easier it was to notice that he was definitely not lying. You found it challenging to perceive these malevolent entities, but lately, you have noticed a significant improvement in your ability to detect them. Instead of being completely invisible, they now manifest as indistinct blurs or blobs. Some even being more detailed than the others depending on their strength.

Among the many days that marked your enduring friendship, Valentine’s Day stood out as the most tumultuous. This particular day brought forth a whirlwind of chaos and commotion. Considering how popular Gojo was, it became a source of annoyance as you found yourself constantly grappling with his fervent fangirls who perceived you as a potential rival. However, what proved to be even more annoying for Gojo was the realization that you, too, had garnered your own fair share of admirers as you matured throughout the years.

Gojo vehemently rejected the idea of harboring any romantic feelings towards you. After all, how could someone as extraordinary as himself, possibly develop affection for an ordinary human like you? Impossible, was what he would always say when Geto asked him about the possibility of you guys being together.

Even now as the two of you near the age of 28, he continues to struggle with accepting this fact. His thoughts of being in love with ‘someone like you’ eventually turned into ‘do I like her?’ Given his reputation and his responsibilities, he shouldn’t entangle himself in any romantic relationships. Especially since it could potentially put you in danger. He wasn’t that selfish.

At least, he thought he wasn’t. But every time you flashed that same captivating smile he supposedly didn’t fall for prior to his teaching years, his carefully constructed facade weakens. Sometimes he doesn’t even notice the way he admires the way your eyes sparkle, or the way his eyes always land on you despite being in a crowded room. He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t be.

Carrying yet another bag of chocolate that had just been given to you, you approached him, struggling to balance the weight in your arms and ensuring that none of the delectable treats fell on the ground. God it annoyed him. Although he had faced a similar problem not too long ago, he didn’t keep them like you did. No. Instead, he disregarded them, offering the remaining few to Nobara, and Itadori who eagerly devoured every piece.

“Look at you, Ms. Popular. Where did you manage to get this this time, hmm?” He remarks, lifting the bag with a hint of disdain, seemingly unimpressed by the thought of someone else bestowing you a gift that he could easily one up. “Oh, actually,” you interject softly, reclaiming the bag and allowing it to rest atop the others in your embrace. “Nanami-” His mouth twitches. “-was kind enough to give it to me.” A faint blush spreads across your cheeks, and he can’t help the way his eyes flicker over to the chocolate, thoughts of throwing it away filling his head.

Reflecting on the past, Gojo reminisces about the time he initially introduced you to the rest of the school. He facepalms internally, regretting his decision. In hindsight, he realized that not only did he grant you the freedom to roam around the premises at your own will, but he also allowed you to come and go as you pleased for visits. Even though it wasn’t permitted for outsiders. But God why did the other male staff take interest in you too?

“Nanami, huh?” He muses, strolling over to your side and deftly reclaiming the bag. Just as you were about to voice your annoyance, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. “You know,” his voice drops, sliding a finger beneath his blindfold and letting it fall around his neck. “I can give you something better than just chocolates.”

With a dismissive eye roll, you extend an open hand, motioning towards it with a slight tilt of your chin. “Give it back, Satoru. We’re what, 28 soon? We’re not 18 anymore. You need to stop joking around” Fuck, he regrets making this particular mistake. Ever since he noticed the possibility of liking you, he’s been playing it off as a joke, blaming it on the idea of him wanting to see you all flustered up.

“It’s not like he’s your boyfriend,” he dangles the gift bag in front of your face, shooting you a charming smile. “So why would you wanna keep it?” – “Well, for starters-” You take the bag, again, laughing at how he nearly pouts. “You aren’t my boyfriend either, so why do you care?”

As you were about to walk away, you hear a faint whisper escaping his lips. “What did you say?” You instinctively turn around, eyes widening the second you spot the unusual look on his face. For the first time, he didn’t wear the same smug smirk that you found yourself becoming fond of. It was a stark contrast to his usual self-assured demeanor.

Instead, he remained still, his gaze fixed on you, emanating a gentle warmth that tinged his cheeks with a subtle blush. “..I said,” he sucks a breath in, realizing that he’s about to crumble every wall that he built between you. Not like they were thick in the first place.

“I can be, if you want.”

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff

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dellalyra · 14 days

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𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ

A/N: hello it is i pixie emerged from hibernation to drop you this month late extra of our favourite family and then crawl back into my lair.

cw: the usual swearing, mentions of sexism, menstruation and female reproductive system, suggestive ending.

“No way! See I heard it had something to do with that little twerp from the Zen’in clan. Navel - or nacho or whatever the fuck his name is.”

“Ugh - why does that not even surprise me. He’s such a shithead, like you should have seen the look on his face when my mom interjected at a Jujutsu higher ups event she muscled her way into. Honestly it’s gotta be like - microscopic. Oh and it’s Navel now - never using Naoya again.”

Shoko and you had just been out on a girls day out, just the two of you - a visit to the arcade, lunch, some shopping and an exhibition on the human body. It had to be done, girl time was integral to maintaining a sense of sanity when the other 50% of the friend group was G.S squared.

The gossip had continued back to the dorms, where you both stood holding bags of snacks and the days haul while you put in the key code.

The door swung open and there stood Satoru Gojo, and Suguru Geto - both decked in pink party hats and shouting ‘surprise!’ (okay, gojo was shouting - geto was just saying).

“Jesus Christ!”

“What the fuck?!”

The camaraderie that came from the jumpscare resulted in Shoko and you both swearing and jumping in surprise at the sudden appearance.

Before either of you could react any further to it, long arms still a bit unaware of his strength, tug you both into a bonecrushing hug.

Shoko twists Satoru’s nipple through his shirt so he shrieks and lets you both you (you hide your disappointment).

You look at Geto, who winks with a devilish smirk and turn to the wall where the table is laid out with both you and Shoko’s favourites and a giant handmade poster on the wall with “Happy International Women’s Day” in large bubble writing.

Suddenly the confused silence was broken as a cheerful voice started singing, and was then accompanied by a louder Satoru.

“Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you! Happy InternationalWomen’sDay Shoko and Y/N, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you!” echoed with far too many syllables in the tune of ‘happy birthday’ across the room as Haibara emerged from the kitchen, with a strange red blob shaped cake in his hands followed by a very unhappy looking Nanami Kento.

The cake was placed on the table as you and Shoko looked at it in confusion - it was a red colour frosting on a cake shaped like a weird triangle with two squiggles coming from the sides joined to two cupcakes. For the life of you - and Shoko too if the look on her face was anything to go by - you had no idea what the cake was meant to be.

Suguru’s smirk was unnerving as he looked between you both.

“Shoko-senpai and Y/N-senpai! So strong, and powerful, and clever and pretty! Not that being pretty is important for being a woman - it’s just a bonus - not that it’s not great that you’re pretty, because it is, like it’s amazing! If I was into girls I’d definitely be into you both! But it’s not what makes you amazing!” Haibara says, clapping his hands.

“The strongest, most powerful, clever and cunning and most beautiful girls! We couldn’t do any of this without you. Well, I could -” Satoru starts.

“Satoru.” Geto warns.

“Okay, maybe I sometimes need backup and you girls are definitely the best choices after Suguru!” He finishes.

“That was barely complimentary.” Nanami scowls.

“We love and respect you both!” Satoru says.

“Some love you more than others…” Suguru smirks.

“Equally! Equally! We love you all equally and in a very friendly, respectful, and caring way!” Satoru says, kicking Suguru’s shin.

This whole time, you and Shoko had just been staring between them all.

“What the fuck…” Shoko whispers.

“Ditto…” You pipe in.

Satoru pops pink party poppers in both your faces and then Suguru uses the distraction to place a party hat on both your heads.

“Shoko - you save our asses, sometimes literally on an almost daily basis. Your no nonsense attitude and ability to care for us all and unflappable nature is a core reason we’re all here and we would be lost without you. You’re also underhandedly funny, and we’re very thankful to have you in our lives.” Suguru says, smooth and steady as always, and elbows a fidgeting Satoru.

“Y/N! You - are so awesome! You’re smart, and funny, and kind, and you make sure we’re all safe and strong and it’s so cool when you kick ass and I love exorcising with you - and your cursed technique is so cool and you work so hard and I don’t really respect many people but I definitely respect you! You’re also beautiful but that’s not important - not that you’re not like, importantly pretty! Because I think it’s very important that everyone knows you’re so pretty!” Came a gushing scramble of words from the usually overconfident Satoru - because complimenting the one person who has ever made him nervous was a bit of a shock to the system of the Honoured One.

For a moment, you and Shoko just stood in bewildered silence - still holding hands from when you walked in.

Before you look at each other, and simultaneously double over in hysterical laughter - clutching onto each other for support.

“This was so fucking strange, but I love it - we love it. Thank you boys, for this. It’s really appreciated.”

“That’s because we - appreciate you!” Gojo says, pointing between the four boys.

You hug all the boys, while Shoko inspects the cake on the table.

“Is this a Magikarp or something?” She asks, head tilted as she examines the red blob.

“It’s a uterus!” Haibara exclaims.

After trying to figure it out - the cupcakes where the ovaries should be and the triangle the uterus itself… it makes slightly more sense - but maybe International Women’s Day would be spent with an anatomy lesson from Shoko.

“Kid, listen - today we are going to be extra respectful of our girls, yeah?” Satoru says, opening the bag of pastries he had bought for breakfast the night before after Megumi talked him out of attempting to make pancakes. Megumi nodded, and placed the two bouquets of flowers on the two chairs his mom and sister usually sat in.

“They’re both very, very important to us. Sometimes, kid - the world is really shit for girls. A lot more than it is for us. Things that might be a bit difficult for us - not for me, but others - would be really hard for girls.”

“Periods.” Megumi grimaces, but nods solemnly.

“Yeah. But other things too. Like sometimes girls get less money for the same jobs, and people try to tell them how to look or how to act - or, no joke, tell them what they can do with their own body! Even simple stuff, like sometimes it’s dangerous for girls to go certain places, or people might expect less from them just because they’re girls.”

“Even for Mama?” Megumi asks, confused because from his perspective, the woman who has raised him the past 2 years is the most powerful (second to Gojo, but don’t tell him that) and formidable person he knows, and the kindest and funniest.

"Sometimes especially for her. Y/N is really strong, yeah?" Gojo asks, taking out a jug of juice and placing it on the table, before scribbling on one of your cinnimaroll post it notes and sticking it on the jug.

"Yeah." Megumi nods.

"Do you think that's scary?" Gojo asks.

"I think it's cool." The boy shrugs.

"Some men don't. They think she doesn't deserve it, or she is too weak to hold such a power - did you know your mama had more disciplinary meetings at school than I did?" Gojo says as he switches the kettle on.

"Why? Yaga-san said you were a nightmare student." Megumi is shocked at the thought.

"I was. But what's the difference between me and your mom?" Gojo says, pulling down 4 mugs. One with two puppies, one with the Winx Club characters on it, another with ‘Daddy Cool’ in big obnoxious yellow writing and the last with the BTS logo in purple.

"She isn't annoying."

"Okay, rude."

"She's a girl."

"Yep. That's why. Your - your Uncle Suguru was special grade too - and he and I did some crazy shit - and we got slaps on the wrist mostly, but your mom was late with a mission report one time because she was sick and they gave her extra work for a month. Aunty Koko too."

"But why?"

"Because weak men fear powerful women."

"That's dumb."

"Super dumb."

“Something girls in my class get notes sent home even though they didn’t do anything really bad.” Megumi scowls.

“That’s why we gotta fight to make sure we’re not part of the problem, and stop boys who are.” Satoru says, placing the heated pastries on the table.

“Like fighting them?”

“Sometimes they’re not even worth the effort, kid. Just stick up for girls and never treat them as anything less than a boy - okay? There’s shit girls deal with that we will never go through or understand.”

“Oh, like the stuff you and mama talked about with the girls my age in the Zen’in clan?”

“Your cousins, yeah.”

“And why the higher ups are dicks to mama’s family?”

“Exactly! You’re so smart you have to have gotten it from me.” Gojo smiles, hands on hips in his frilly apron.

“That’s not even possible.”

“Yes it is, I made it possible.” Satoru’s just winding the 9 year old up at this point.

“You’re impossible.” Megumi growls.

“Your hair’s impossible!” Satoru blows a raspberry.

“A slow start to the day is impossible, apparently.” Came your voice from where you stood leaning against the archway to the kitchen, a sleepy smile on your face in your fluffy blue robe and bunny slippers. Tsumiki padded up behind you, much brighter and a definite morning person.

“Happy international women’s day, my amazing girlie pops!” Satoru claps and scoops you both into the air with ease, giggles resounding through the room.

Megumi just scrunches his nose, staring bewildered at where the man gets his energy.

“Thank you, ‘Toru. You’re very sweet to do this.” You kiss him with a smile and walk to sit down at the table.

“Not as sweet as that a-” Satoru starts, but is swiftly cut off my Megumi’s disgusted groan, unable for his guardians flirting just yet.

You sit down and sniff the bouquet on your chair, delighting in the assortment of your favourite flowers, as Tsumiki does the same beside you.

“Happy women’s day, mama and Tsumiki.” Megumi nods, quiet but clear.

“Thanks, ‘gumi!” Tsumiki smiles, ruffling her younger brother’s spiky black hair.

“Thanks, sweet boy.” You wink at him.

As you go to pour yourself some juice, you can’t stop the giggle at the stick note on the carton.

‘Respect Women Juice’

“Yo, mini-me, did you grab the Doriyaki on the way home?” A 44 year old Satoru asks his 17 year old son who’s entering the kitchen.

“Yeah, I got extra too because ‘Rai’s been crabby so I think she’s due shark week.” The boy says, snatching a mochi from the box before Satoru could.

“Your mom too…” Satoru’s head turns sharply.

“Oh shit.”

“It’s happened…”

“We can do this - dad.” His son says with a straight, serious face as they both examine the calender.

“We just gotta be the best husband, son and brother ever.” Satoru nods.

“Well… that won’t be hard.” Akio smirks, only 2 inches shorter than his dad and growing.

“Of course it won’t. We’re the strongest.” Satoru says, doing his ridiculously intricate secret handshake with his son.

A moment later, two sets of feet pad down the stairs.

43 year old you and your 14 year old daughter walk into the room, your arms snugly wrapped around your little girl’s shoulders.

You knew what to expect on March 8th every year by now, it had been 25 years of it.

“Happy international women’s day, my incredible wife and mind blowing daughter.” Satoru says with a smile and open arms spanning half the kitchen.

“25 years of this and it still gives me butterflies, thank you ‘Toru.” You say, pressing a kiss to your husbands jaw by dragging his collar down to meet you.

“Thanks dad, thanks ‘Kio!” Mirai claps and hugs them both.

“Thank you, mochi.” You say, also dragging your too-tall son’s collar down to press a kiss to his cheek.

As you all sit down to breakfast, and chatter aimlessly, Satoru pulls you to sit on his lap as always.

“Oh, ‘Rai, I’m gonna go into the mall to pick up my new Nikes too - do you want to come?” Akio says, and even though this is a regular occurrence - it warms your heart every time to see that your two babies aren’t only siblings, but also best friends - genuinely enjoying each other’s company and actively seeking each other out. Something tells you that will never change, either.

“Sounds good, do you still want to try that new boba place? The one with the cat logo?” Mirai says, googling the opening times and showing it to her brother.

“Bring me back a brown sugar milk tea?” You plead, the same look on your face as when 17 year old you got excited for boba dates with Satoru.

“Course, Mama. Papa, do you want one?” Mirai asks, her long snowy white hair bushy and wild from bed head inherited from you.

Satoru smiles, hand rubbing circles against your hip as Mirai types his order into her notes.

“Is Aunty Koko still coming over tonight?” Akio asks, looking up at you with eyes just like his father’s.

“She is, I think Uncle Cho too. I was thinking we’d order pizza.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, mom - you actually have mind reading technique I swear.” He pats your head as if you weren’t his mother.

The two kids wander to get dressed, leaving you still sipping coffee curled against your husbands broad chest.

Your phone dings with a notification from the family group chat, and Satoru nudges you to open it.

A selfie, clearly taken by Yuuji, face scarred and older but beaming expression unchanged - featuring a taller, sharper 31 year old Megumi with a toddler in each arm, looking out over the ocean at sunset.

“They seem bigger every time I see them.” Satoru laughs.

“The twins or Yuuji and Megs?” You giggle.

“Both. Still can’t believe ‘Gumi had the audacity to grow up so much. I specifically told him to stop.”

“Eh? Satoru - imagine how I feel! Both our sons are at least a foot taller than me! Try talking to a kid when you need a step stool to look them in the eye!” You poke his cheek.

“Nawh, poor baby. You’re as pocket sized as the day I met that pretty girl holding a ladybug waiting for introduction at Jujutsu Tech. Gonna carry you around in my pocket.” Your husband teases, squishing your frowning cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah - alright daddy long legs.”

“Seriously though - we should take another trip to Malaysia, get Cho to stay with the kids. We can ask the boys where they stayed, looks pretty as hell.”

“Let’s do it, pretty boy.” You kiss the corner of his lips.

“You know… the kids are gone all afternoon…” He says, large hands squeezing your waist.

“They are… and it just so happens I just bought something very, very pretty to try on.” You raise an eyebrow, biting your lip.

“Oh? A private fashion show?” He says, thumb on your lower lip.

“Just for my ‘Toru.”

“Invite really fuckin’ accepted, princess.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #dad!gojo

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arabaka · 9 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/arabaka/724476219657240576?source=share this post screams gojo. he'd totally say this in response to someone saying they want his dick. (side note do you think gojo has a worshipping kink cause i'm thinking maybe but i wanna know your thoughts)

-sculpture anon

oh sculpture anon. he definitely does.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ content warnings : nsfw. gn!reader. rival vibes. blowjob.

“You’re so – !!”

Fed up with the man with Six Eyes and zero brains, you clench your fists in indignant fury, your teeth well on their way to matching this irritated display. You can’t believe the people that gawk for this man. You don’t get it.

“I’m so what ?” He predictably eggs you on, walking with that annoyingly long stride of his as he circles you like a hyena. Gojo has both hands stuffed deep in his pockets, aggravating you further by just how casual he’s being.

“You know what you are, bastard.” You huff; all the anger in the world won’t shoo him away. It might even glue him closer, you start to fear as you try and inhale your way to stuffing that rage deep, deeeep down. You keep your gaze inconspicuous, no matter how much he tries to saunter in the reflection of your eyes.

Gojo can’t help but mess with you until you get like this. You’re so adorable, he thinks in the same way someone sees a pet. Like, you’re cute when you think you know better.

But not as cute when he has your nose scrunched up in his pubes with his cock several inches down your spasming throat. No, nothing can ever be as cute as you, with tears dotting your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed deep.

Drool puddles out in sick blobs to the floor as you buckle on your knees for him. Your pupils are blown out in a pathetically erotic display of your carnal nature taking over your character. But god if you aren't sick for him too.

“Oh yeah?" He mocks the harumph that comes out of your mouth; you might as well have moaned, your noise made him feel good either way, his cock thrumming from the vibrations your mouth so graciously offered up for him. “You’re so cute with your mouth full.”

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3 Pink Roses Mean, "I Love You"

- Nanami Kento (ch9)

synopsis: a confession from Nanami sweeps out. Nobara, being the best assistant ever, helps you pursue a new project, and Nanami comes home late one night to reassure you. A romantic date is planned where feelings blossom. Gojo is also a nosy blob.

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For as long as he could remember, Nanami Kento had always kept his emotions under check. Never in his life had he had to control his words, except in the case of Gojo where he really, and his therapist agrees, really exhausts his limits.

The businessman keeps his emotions as generalized as he can, relying on facts rather than emotion, it's what you have to do when you're in the corporate world. The world will believe facts over sentiments any day, it's what you can prove on paper what matters. So it became a habit for him. Ever since his university years, his job managed to solidify those beliefs. Mindlessly stimulate his brain with numbers and graphs until he's just too tired to feel at the end of the day.

Too tired to function.

Two days after your progressive 'movie' night with Nanami, he wakes up earlier than usual, assuring to call out from work for a few hours. He could never not take the day off, wouldn't allow himself.

“So, Nanami, I heard you went on vacation. How did that go?” The woman in front of him smiles, resting her bullet point pen against the spine of her notebook. She doesn't write at this moment, and she knows Nanami is observing if whether or not she'll write this conversation down.

"It went well," he replies, noticing her strands of hair are a darker shade than Gojo's. "I... I went to Boston, with my partner."

“A partner?” Her eyebrows raise in surprise, “You never mentioned you were seeing someone. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“How long have you been together? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Two months.”

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. They met in June and July was already here, so that did count as two months.

If you were stretching the truth.

“What did the two of you do in Boston? My husband and I haven’t been to a red socks game in forever and the lobster at Neptune Oyster is to die for.”

“We visited the Aquarium,” Nanami focuses on the patchwork of her coat, “and we took a boat tour as well.”

“Sounds like the two of you are compatible.”

“What makes you say that, Doctor?”

“You strike me as a relaxed fellow, Nanami. I’m sure your partner is the same? Unless she’s more enthusiastic, of course.” she holds a knowing smile, “because I could see that working out.”

“She’s…" Nanami searches for the words, "smart, well intentioned, independent, compassionate...”

“Sounds like a determined woman if you ask me.” the professional points out with a short chuckle. “It also sounds like she’s someone special because I’ve never heard you talk so highly about anyone. Not like your co-worker,” she notices Nanami roll his eyes, making her bite back a smile.

“Has this partner positively affected your day-to-day life?”

“She makes me look forward to coming back home,” he replies.

“Oh, so the two of you live together?”

Nanami freezes, fuck.

“We... uh… we made the decision to move in before Boston…”

“So is that like a honeymoon thing?” she asks, genuinely curious, “Because I know younger people like to skip the-”

“-It was just for fun,” he quickly clarifies, “the trip.” and the word fun rolls off his tongue with such foreignness that even he can feel a shift in the room.

A moment passes by before the woman smiles at him.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” she says before adjusting a photo of her with a young man, Nanami presumes, no older than 21 wearing a cap and gown.

“That’s my son,” she grins, following Nanami's eyes, unashamed to show off her son, “Michael, 21. Graduated in Economics from NYU. I believe you were a student there as well?”

“Only for Law.”

“Oh, so you’re a Lawyer?”

“No." He shakes his head, "I dropped after my 2nd year.”

“Change of career?”

“More like change of life,” he answers dryly, “My… my father was a Lawyer, and he owned a law firm of his own…”

“Then... what happened?"

"I… I’m not a good person," Nanami's voice feels caught through his windpipes. It is only then when Nanami decides to take the covers off. He thinks that if he were ever to unveil such personal detail of his life, then everyone around him would flee, and see him as the bastard he deserves to be called.

"I’m not a good person because... I ruined someone’s life."

“This is a lovely painting," Nobara sighs in content, "tell me, where in the world did your boyfriend buy this for you?”

As you and your interior designer admired your painting from the living room, you couldn’t help but stiffen as she was not aware of any arrangements you had with Nanami, like the fact the two of you slept in separate bedrooms. Nobara had suggested you hang the painting in your ‘shared’ bedroom', but the idea was immediately thrown out the window along with placing the painting in the hallway.

“It was at an auction in Boston,” the palm of your hand rests on the back of your neck, “I actually didn’t know it was an auction until Nanami and I reached the end of the art gallery.”

“Wow, so you’re telling me he had to bargain for this baby?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say-”

“-Did he compete with anyone? What was the starting bid?” You could see the apparent interest in her voice that made your cheeks warm. Nobara’s passion for art and design peeked through the cracks of her voice, dying for an answer.

“It was a starting bid of $12,500 and there was just one bidder apart from him.”

“How much did he pay for it?” she asked.

“$25,000 dollars.”

The realization of your confession didn’t sink until after Nobara’s widened eyes. You lucky girl! No wonder why you were so quiet and against putting this baby in your bedroom! You want your guests to see this work!

Nobara’s hands were freshly moisturized that you could see the glistening lotion through the sun’s rays hitting her skin. The large windows to your shared apartment were expansive, granting you and anyone who stepped foot into your home an impressive view of San Francisco. Large buildings, primarily from tech-related businesses to the view of the Golden Gate Bridge itself. If you tilted your head a little more to the right, you could see the full bridge, but you stood place as you heard Nobara’s words of excitement for you.

“I can’t believe this marks the end of our project, I was really hoping to do more, but-”

“-wait,” you stop her, “maybe there is. I’ve been wanting to do something, but I’d like your word on it. C-can I take you upstairs? To the rooftop, that is?”

That day, you learned that it was possible to impress Nobara Kugisaki with your words, allowing her into your home was already a delight for her, so you would only hope she would accept your idea as you took her to the rooftop of the building.

“It’s a bit dusty up here,” you admit, “who knows when the last time anyone came up here was, but can we fix this? Maybe add a small furniture piece or even fairy lights?”

“We can do that,” Nobara softly kicked the leg of one of the abandoned plastic chairs with the point of her boot. She turned to you.

“By when do you want this complete?”

“Before the 4th of July.”

“That’s possible...” she contemplates, “...but I do want one thing.”

Your eyes widen at her first ever request, “what is it?”

"Take a picture with Nanami outside," she smiles. "I'll check when the best hour for firework sightings is, but I'm pretty sure this rooftop has one of the best views in San Franciso." She suggests, possibly reading your mind, "Plan a picnic with him out here, get all romantic, and enjoy yourself. That's all I want to see- a happy couple in love."

Her words make you blush, filling your heart with hope, and maybe something more. This idea could work. You could do something special for Nanami, make his day worth something, and fulfill your obvious role as his fake girlfriend. But were you taking your role too seriously? You could care less, focusing instead on the details for Saturday. Hopeful for a successful... date?

"A little birdie told me someone's turning a year older todayy," Gojo's words echoed as Nanami worked in his desk, arriving to his desk, Satoru plops down a party hat, a few decorative birthday accessories that were probably way too much, and a birthday candle- the kind that exaggeratingly lights up like a firework.

A few days after Nanami's appointment, he had been extra cordial around you. And as expected, he was not home during the hours you were up, either leaving too early or arriving too late. He was thankful for your understanding, and the lunch break messages would now appear every 2-3 days. Nanami figured you were either giving him the space he needed, or you were too busy to message. Either way, he was grateful no one had made a big deal about this as much.

"So tell me," Gojo leans forward and rests his elbows on top of Nanami's paperwork, "What will Nanami Kento do tonight? Does he have a date? Is he seeing his girlfriend?"

Knowing he was striking a chord, Nanami grunts, giving him a displeased look until he freezes, noting the small loaf of banana bread he would frequent from his favorite bakery. His shoulders visibly relaxed. "How did you know."

"It's easy to figure out your birthday, also Facebook has these crazy reminders- you should try them out. The other day I forgot it was my Grandma's birthday and that website came in clut-"

"-I didn't need to know all of that information," Nanami says, then sighs, "but... thank you."

Astonished by his oddly accepting demeanor, Satoru's eyes widen. "Wait- don't tell me- did something happen with your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfr-"

"-Side chick,"

"She's not a side chick."

"Okay... uh... friends with benefits?"

"I'm offended you think I might even consider that,"

"Okay, sheesh." Satoru huffs a piece of stray hair from his forehead, "Lady friend," he hears no complaint from Nanami and Satoru takes this as a silent victory. "I assume you guys are going out?"

"In this weekend?" Nanami questions, "it's a holiday, traffic is horrible, and I'd rather stay in."

"God," Satoru makes a noise of disgust, "I forgot how boring you can be. Let's hope Mrs. Lady-Friend makes something out of this," he says as he now stands, leaning against the desk. A long moment passes as he now eyes the banana loaf.

"Now give me a smile because I've got to take a photo with my best co-worker buddy,"

It isn't until past 11 when Nanami comes home exhausted that he notices you're still miraculously up. With a bun of messy hair, the laptop charger sitting under on the table gives him the impression that you've been here for some time. “You came.”

“I didn’t mean to alarm you.”

“You didn’t.” you exhale, “I figured you’d show up.”

Nanami suddenly feels her stare at him harder, “Whose birthday was it?”

“Huh?" he asks before looking down at his chest, crap. He forgot to take off the decorations Satoru made him wear. Both a party hat and birthday shoulder sling decorate his upper body.

"A-a coworker of mine wanted to celebrate my birthday.” he awkwardly stands.

“It... it’s your birthday?”

“It’s fine,” he regrets saying it was his birthday now, “I-I even forgot it was my own.”

“But I didn’t know,” she mutters to herself in self-disappointment. “I… I should have asked…”

“It’s fine, we never really got to that part in our relationship.”

“But I should have known,” she defends with a slight frown, “It’s… it’s my job to make this relationship feel easy-” He suddenly cuts you off.

“-This is not a job that should feel like it’s a burden. It’s not your fault. Blame me too, I don’t know your birthday either.”

“But you’re always so busy…”

Not for you, he wants to say. Instead, he takes a step forward, placing his hands at the sides of her arms in reassurance. This is what couples do, right?

“Don’t give yourself a headache over this.” He tells you, your breathing deepens when his hands massage her arms. Nanami notices you're uncertain by the way she turns to her feet.

“Look at me,” he softly says.

“None of this was under your control.”

Taking you by surprise, he presses your body against his, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, and your face buries itself on his chest.

“I know," you breathe, " ’m sorry.”

“Why on earth are you apologizing for?”

"I don't know... I feel like I failed you.''

"There's no way you failed me, sweet girl." he says, softly placing a gentle hand on the back of your head as you lean against him, eyes closed and mind too full to notice what was going on right now. "I should've discussed holidays and birthdays with you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to become so taxing for you." glancing down towards you he speaks once more. "How about we do something this weekend, hm? go out?"

"Mhm," you hum, feeling him pull you closer, not saying anything yet as you had plans and surprises in store for him. ''You came late today."

"I did,"

“Will you be working tomorrow?” a gleam of hope surpasses your eyes, “it’ll be the 4th.”

Nanami shrugs, “I fail to see how that’s a holiday worth celebrating given this country’s historical and current standing.” he pauses, face softening, “but I’ll make an exception. Did you have something planned already?”

“Sorta,” you bite the inside your cheek, “but it doesn’t have to 4th of July focused, we can just celebrate your birthday.”

“Okay,” he breathes, “so what did you have in mind?”

“Can’t tell you,” you smile, “it’s a surprise.”

He chuckles, "Of course. Well... I'll be off tomorrow at 4, will that work for you?"

"It sounds perfect."

"Very well," you can't really see if the corner of his lip tugs upwards in the dim light, but you imagine it does by the sound of his voice. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes," you breathe, breathless almost. "Don't work too hard, okay?"

As he makes his way towards his room, he thinks, for you? this is nothing.

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