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piichuu · 11 months

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♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. toge inumaki, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuji

WARNINGS: it’s my first time writing yuta so might be ooc, gn!reader, fluff

TOGE INUMAKI

the two of your are staring at each other. toge is sitting on the floor, right by the couch as you’re on your side, head on a pillow and a blanket wrapped around you. the reason for this is a fight you two had via text, all about the fact that he’s never home these days because he’s been too busy with work.

it had taken a toll on you that you weren’t able to see him and it eventually snapped, but it wasn’t exactly his fault. he wasn’t the one who chose to to spend his entire days at work instead of home together with you, it was his boss who decided that and he had nothing to say about it. he’s been dying to see you, but he didn’t expect you two to not spend time with one another when he finally came back home and actually had the time.

but you soon realized that sleeping on the couch wasn’t the most mature choice, so when he entered the living room and sat by the couch, you whispered a small “i’m sorry,” before getting down on the floor and wrapping your arms around him, allowing toge to pull you into his lap so the two of you could hug each other close. “i know it’s not your fault, i shouldn’t have spent the only time this week we had together, not being with you because i was mad because of something stupid.”

he shakes his head and kisses your cheek while eventually standing up to then take your hand and lead you into the bedroom so the two of you can sleep together. he can’t communicate with spoken words, but as he puts his arms around your waist when you lay down under the covers, you know that it will all be okay, you’ll get to spend more time together again.

NANAMI KENTO

“darling, you don’t have to sleep out here. come to bed and we’ll talk about it there, okay? let’s not be mad at each other,” your boyfriend says while leaning against the doorframe leading into the living room. he’s wearing a pair of sweatpants as he’s just about to go to sleep, but he won’t if you aren’t there with him.

you’ve just made a bed for yourself on the couch as he talks to you. his voice is soft and comforting, like it always is, no matter the amounts of fights you’ve had. maybe that’s what’s most frustrating, how he can forgive you so easily after you’ve been yelling at him and the fact that you’re the one who’s trying to avoid him when he’s been nice to you all day.

you allow a sigh to escape your lips. nanami is still standing further away from you, not wanting to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable in case you’re still angry with him. you were jealous, you had seen him with someone else when you walked past a cafe on your daily walk home from work, but it had only been a coworker of his that he had a meeting with since they were new and needed guidance. but you couldn’t help the fear that took over your entire body, the fear of losing him forever.

“i’m sorry, kento,” “it’s okay, i know you were just scared. but you never have to worry, because there is no one else for me, no one else. okay?” he steps closer to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck to hug him close. nanami can’t help but smile to himself, putting his own arms around your waist so he can pull you as close as possible. “we’re okay, darling. let’s just go to sleep now, hm?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

he sighs from where he’s standing right beside the couch. you’re already asleep, but no matter for how many hours he tried, nothing seemed to work. he regrets how he raised his voice at you when he got home. everything in his life seemed to have brought him to frustration and just seeing that you hadn’t picked up some clothes you left on the floor caused him to break. if it was a usual day, that wouldn’t have bothered him. he would simply just pick them up and put them on a chair or in the washing machine, but today was different.

you had gone to sleep on the couch in case he would still be mad at you, but he had calmed down as soon as night fell and regret had washed over him, causing his sleep to be disturbed by his own thoughts, which is why he’s here, by the couch, not knowing what he’s supposed to do with himself.

he bites the inside of his cheek as he carefully lies down beside you. he would never want to admit that he can’t fall asleep without you in his arms, but it’s the truth. he needs to know that you’re there, that you won’t leave him, that he can make it all up to you no matter how long it takes. megumi would allow you to beat him into a pulp if that’s what it took for you to forgive him, he never wants to look at the dried tears on your cheeks ever again.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you’re still asleep, but even in that unconscious state of yours, an arm slowly makes its way to grab his t-shirt, making sure he’s there. he places a soft kiss to your neck as he holds you tightly in his arms. “i love you, i’m sorry for being an idiot. i won’t ever do something like that again, i promise.”

YUTA OKKOTSU

he bites his lip anxiously as he’s holding your hand, trying to hold you back from leaving the bedroom. he’s aware that you’re trying to get away from him so you can sleep on the couch on your own, but he won’t allow you to go to sleep without hearing his apologies first. he needs you to hear his apologies, even if they’re in vain.

yuta had been ignoring you today, not intentionally of course. he’d been stressed from the amounts of curses he had to fight today. it had all become so overwhelming that everything else just became a blur. he forgot about everything else and his only focus had been to fight curses and to then come home and stress even more about the fact that he could get another call that would tell him that he had to fight yet another one.

he was tired, overworked. the constant stress of not knowing whether he would get out of the fights alive or not. he knew you were worried about him and just wanted him to rest, but he couldn’t. he had to work, no matter how much it affected him mentally, but he couldn’t take it anymore and he understood that as soon as you had to yell at him to get his attention.

“i- i’m sorry, baby. i never meant to ignore you, it’s just overwhelming. it’s all so overwhelming and i wish i could spend every single minute of every day with you, but i can’t and i’m sorry about that too. just, please don’t sleep out on the couch, it’s uncomfortable. it’ll hurt your back,” he says while holding onto your hand tightly. there are tears forming in his eyes while speaking and when you turn to look at him, he’s instantly forgiven.

you cup his cheeks and stroke them comfortingly. “it’s okay. it just-it wasn’t nice being ignored but i know you never intended to, it was just frustrating. i worry about you and i really hope you’ll get a break sometime soon. you need it and you deserve it,” you smile at him softly and he nods, sniffling while burying his face in your shoulder. “let’s go to sleep together.” “yeah, let’s go to sleep together.

GOJO SATORU

“don’t be mad, baby. i know it was stupid to scare you like that, i’m sorry,” he’s sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning down so his cheek is pressed against yours while he’s speaking. every once in a while, he presses a few kisses to your skin, wanting you to know that he’s truly sorry.

earlier this evening, he hadn’t replied to any of your text messages when he was out with friends. he had seen the texts but wanted to see how you would react if he didn’t answer. this was an idea he would soon regret, he realized it almost as soon as you began calling him at least ten times per minute.

when he came home you had been crying and he’s never felt as bad as he did when seeing you like that because of something he did. after that, you refused to talk to him. he understood why, but he didn’t want you to sleep on the couch, he wanted to hold you in bed and kiss you while apologizing as much as possible.

“i’ll never ever do that again. i’m always gonna text you and call you so you know i’m safe. i don’t ever want to hurt you, i’m so sorry,” he strokes your hair and eventually, you turn to look at him, tiredness clouding your eyes as you look at him through the dark. “it was really stupid satoru.” “yes” “and you’re dumb” “yes” “and i will personally kill you if this ever happens again” “you won’t” “yeah, i won’t.”

you sigh and lean into his touch as he cups your cheek and rubs it comfortingly. “i can cook you breakfast tomorrow,” he mumbles, causing a smile to appear over your lips. “you better, and give me lots of hugs and kisses too or you’re not forgiven,” you giggle and he kisses the tip of your nose with a bright smile on his face. “i could never say no to that.”

GETO SUGURU

“stop staring at me, suguru.” “i’m not staring.” “liar” “shut up”

you don’t even know what the fight was about anymore, but you still allowed it to go on for long, so long that it’s now lead you to sleeping on the couch, but geto suguru will certainly not allow you to sleep out here. if he has to drag you into the bedroom and then lock the door so you can’t leave the room and is forced to stay in bed with him, he will do just that.

“get up from the couch and come to bed with me,” he says but you stare at him blankly while slowly sitting up. “ask nicely and i might consider it,” suguru rolls his eyes, but eventually gives in, taking a deep breath as if it’s one of the most difficult things he’s been asked to do. “please y/n, come back to bed, i don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

you don’t even think about it and he knows you aren’t either, you both already knew you’d be ready to come back to bed with him as soon as he asked the first time, but there’s no fun in that. unfortunately you’re both tired, so asking him to call you all these pet names to make you listen to him doesn’t even cross your mind. you just get up from the couch and let him put an arm over your shoulder as he leads you into the bedroom, kissing your cheeks. “you’re not mad right?” “no, it’s all forgotten.”

ITADORI YUJI

his hand is warm as it brushes over your cheek. he’s been placing kisses to your face for minutes now, wanting you to know that he’s truly sorry for getting mad at you earlier today. he wants to see that pretty smile of yours back on your face, he wants to hold you close when he falls asleep, hearing your soft breathing against his neck as you go to sleep in the warmth of his embrace.

you eventually have to put one hand on his arm as he begins to pepper your entire face with kisses, not even stopping to catch his breath. giggles soon begin to escape your lips which only causes yuji to continue. he can’t help but chuckle lightly when hearing you giggle and he looks at you fondly when pulling away, brushing a hand through your tangled hair. “i’m sorry, baby. i really am,” he whispers before leaning down to rest his head on the edge of the couch.

you turn to your side to look at him, now wearing a light smile on your face while staring into the warmth of his eyes. “did you have a bad day?” he sighs when hearing you ask that question, but he nods his head and rubs your cheek. “yeah, there was a lot to do today. i’m sorry for lashing out on you, it’s not like me at all, i’m so sorry for making you feel sad. i’m sorry for acting like that.”

yuji closes his eyes when you lean in to kiss his lips. it’s a short but sweet kiss, only filled with love. “it’s okay. maybe it’s a sign for you to take a break from work tomorrow so you can rest, one day wouldn’t hurt,” you mumble and he nods, reflecting your smile with one of his own. “yeah, a day wouldn’t hurt as long as i get to spend it with you.”

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jeannineee · 4 months

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how they love you

(ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori)

author's note: requests are open <3 some lil' drabbles for our boys while i work on smau. also this is just my opinion so if you disagree then cope pls.

warnings: none, i think? maybe some suggestiveness

Satoru Gojo is a passionate lover. He loves you proudly and without reservation. Declarations made without fear, love expressed without hesitation. The type of man to stand outside of your house with a 70s boombox in the rain. Cheesy pickup lines despite being together for years. A new dress and matching jewelry on silk sheets for your weekly date night. No gift is too pricey, no public display of affection too crass to be bestowed upon the person he loves most.

"Did you see her? That's my wife!"

"Let's play titanic: you be the iceberg and I'll go down--ow! I'm sorry. Not really, though. Love you, pumpkin."

"We're going to Bora Bora for the weekend. No, you don't get to argue. Get your ass in the car."

Suguru Geto is a devoted lover. Heart-eyes from the moment you graced him with your presence. Adoring gazes from afar. Committing every inch of you into his memory. Studying the complex puzzle that is your mind, and solving it with every word out of your mouth. Your conversations are religious text, your body an altar at which he will always worship.

"What am I staring at? Just you."

"Tell me again. Yes, from the beginning. I want to hear it all."

"You're not boring me. I love hearing you talk."

Kento Nanami is an understanding lover. Knowing what you need before the words ever leave your mouth. Having your daily rituals memorized. Reminding you to drink water. A homecooked meal while you talk about your day. A fresh vase of flowers on the counter every Thursday. Rushed kisses shared in the morning before heading off to work. Comfortable silence. A beacon of stability in a world that is chaotic.

"Laundry is already done. Come sit with me."

"I bought more of that perfume you like. I saw you were running low."

"I love who you are now, and I will love the person that you become."

Megumi Fushiguro is a quiet lover. Pinkies intertwined as you walk to your favorite cafe. Sharing earbuds on the subway. Leaving his sweaters at your house, and loving the sight of you wearing them. Sharing his food with you. Holding your shopping bags. Halfhearted glares when you try to foot the bill. Shushing your rambling with a kiss. Telling you he loves you without directly saying the words.

"I bought this yesterday. It made me think of you."

"You mean everything to me, y'know?"

"I think you should keep it. It looks better on you."

Yuji Itadori is a doting lover. A golden retriever in human form. Hugs from behind, kisses on your shoulder. Holding things out of your reach, and a kiss being the ransom. Grinning whenever you enter the room. Talking about you even when you aren't around. Pictures taken in your sleep. Very cuddly. Could likely be compared to a koala hanging onto a tree. (You are his tree.)

"You look very pretty today."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you? Well I'm telling you again."

"She's perfect. Did you know she likes--oh. Sorry, Gojo-sensei."

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maarrgarr · 10 months

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The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

Satoru remembered once, when he was fifteen years old, someone in his family told him that he had to have children for the Gojo legacy to continue to exist, and so that the world would not be unprotected from curses.

At that moment he only responded by rolling his eyes. He was just a teenager who only thought about having a good time and maybe sleeping with different women. But the idea of starting a family did not appeal to him.

Until he accepted his feelings towards you and the two of them started a relationship.

Until he saw you playing with Megumi and Tsumiki. Until he saw you trying to learn how to cook something delicious for those children who weren't even yours, but you loved them as if they were. Until he saw you comforting them when they fell and hurt themselves or had a nightmare.

When he saw all those moments he thought that the idea of having a child was not so bad. But only if I had it with you.

Perhaps, and even if it was wrong, because of that idea that had unconsciously settled in his head, the last few times they had sex he didn't care much about using a condom or not.

But he was wrong about something, in not talking to you about it. Because if only he had told you his desire to have a child with you, if he had only been more open, you would not have left.

But he thought it was not necessary to tell you. He thought that with all the love that he showed you daily, you would trust him and if you ever got pregnant you would tell him and you would both be happy.

But that didn't happen.

You got pregnant, but you didn't tell him anything and you left.

And he couldn't understand why.

Smoking was a habit you had long since given up. You haven't done it since you were a teenager, specifically since you started dating Satoru, who hated smoking. He lived scolding every time he saw you take out a cigarette and a lighter, he said that, in addition to smelling bad, it was also harmful to your health, so over time you stopped doing it.

Until an hour ago.

You didn't come back to the room after the argument you had with Satoru. You texted Shoko asking her to put Ryusei to sleep and you didn't tell her anything else.

You had already stopped crying and now you just limited yourself to inhaling the cigarette smoke and looking at nothing.

You wouldn't blame Gojo if he decided to never speak to you again. You hated yourself for ruining everything nice that you and Satoru ever had.

You had no coherent excuse for what you had done, except that you were a coward who got scared and ran away.

You weren't so concerned about whether or not Satoru would take care of Ryusei, you knew deep inside that Gojo Satoru would be incapable of not accepting his heir.

Now what occupies your worries was how you were going to cope with your relationship with Satoru, how were they going to organize about Ryusei's upbringing? if they couldn't even hold a conversation without arguing.

By the time you realized it, it was already dawn and soon you would have to meet Gojo.

You went back to your room and saw how Ryusei was fast asleep. You woke him up and helped him change and then left him with Shoko. You noticed that your son was a little quieter than usual, "Everything alright, Ryu?" you asked him and he just nodded. You thought maybe he was just tired.

"You have to tell me what happened last night" Ieiri told you when you left Ryusei with her, "I'll tell you everything well later. Now I have to go meet Gojo and see what he says" you told her and she smiled at you trying to calm your nerves, "I'm sure Satoru adored Ryu, after all, he's his copy."

When you arrived at the training ground, you were surprised not to find the students, nor Gojo there. You were about to turn around and go ask Yaga where they were, but when you did you found yourself face to face with Satoru.

The nerves invaded you.

"They went on a mission" he told you. "Ah" was the only thing that came out of you.

You two were silent, until you broke it.

You took a breath before saying what you were thinking of telling him. "Gojo, I have no excuses to give you why I ran away and didn't tell you that I was pregnant. Fear won me, and I'm not making excuses, I just didn't know what to do and-" He cut you off, "You were a coward and I thought that I was not dating a coward." His words hurt you, but you just swallowed and nodded, after all he was right. "Yes, I was a coward. And I'm so sorry Satoru, seriously, I'm sorry" you were sincere with your words and he noticed it, but right now he didn't care about your forgiveness.

"I didn't come to listen to your regrets. I came to talk about my son" you never got used to Gojo's serious tone, because he practically never used it with you. "I want to see him." he told you, and you clenched your jaw, you still hadn't planned how to tell Ryusei that Gojo was his dad. "Now?" you asked him, "Yes, now" he replied firmly. You sighed, "Okay, I'm going to go find him, wait here".

You started walking towards the infirmary, and meanwhile, you thought about how to explain the whole situation to your son.

It was time for Satoru and Ryusei to formally meet.

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I'm really sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter and on top of that I accidentally posted it twice. I had a week full of exams and that's why I couldn't publish, plus I didn't have many ideas on how to follow the story either.

But here is chapter 19, I don't like it very much, but I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you very much for understanding and for all the support this story receives <3.

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aestrayla · 7 months

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study session ft. gojo satoru

summary: you take satoru to the library to study for upcoming exams, what antics will he come up with while you’ve fallen asleep? ft. gojo satoru x f!reader

cw: SPOILERS (kind of lol), fluff, my humour, pet names (sweetheart)

word count: 0.4k

a/n: i'm currently DEFINITELY shadowbanned so hopefully this gets out to some if not anyone 😭 anyways, this is me writing about studying because instead of this i should be studying for my exams LOL

a kick to your foot had you jolted awake from your little nap, headphones halfway through playing [your fav song] and a pen stuffed between your fingers.

putting the pen back to paper, a second kick had you pulling your headphones off, brows starting to furrow.

the third, and final kick, had you shooting up from your seat, peering over the desk wall at the white haired man in front of you. the screech from your chair causing some to look your way.

“can you stop that?” you hissed, loud enough for only him to hear.

“stop what?” he replied, a dopey grin plastered to his face, clearly amused at your looming form above him.

“i was trying to study!”

“yeah right, i could hear you snoring from a mile away,” he snickered.

“fuck you, satoru,” you seethed under your breath.

“sorry sweetheart, but you weren’t responding to my texts,” he waved around his phone, the screen open to your text messages.

you peered back down to your phone and saw a flood of message notifications, all from one person.

2:26pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: yo can u help me w this question??

2:27pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: hello???

2:28pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: oh so its like that??

2:30pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: is that u snoring?? can u stop pls ppl are staring 🙄

2:31pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: attachment: 1 image

2:31pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: LMAOO watch this be my new lockscreen 😂😂

you look back at him, obviously annoyed and he just shrugs, clearly unbothered.

“so you gonna help me, or what?”

making your way around the rows of tables, you finally stop at satoru’s.

“so what’s the problem?” you lean over his desk, scanning through the mess of papers.

“the problem is,” he suddenly grabs you by your wrist and pulls you into his lap. you yelp in surprise, startled by his sudden moves, “i’m kinda hungry, can we go for crepes?”

you push at the desk to swerve around to face him, “crepes? seriously? i thought you said you were going to study seriously for me today!”

he pulls you closer by your waist, “please, we’ve been here for hours already. you know i need my daily sugar fix,” he pouted.

you narrow your eyes at him, eyeing his features. from his bright blue eyes to his criminally glossy lips.

“i promise i’ll study twice as hard tomorrow so, please?”

you sigh, “fine, i give up.”

a/n: who wants a part two where the problem is actually his throbbing d**k??! LOLL

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #jjk satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk imagines

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bbykento · 11 months

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I’ll make it up to you - gojo x gn! reader

wc. 1.1k | NOT proofread

contents! angst to fluff, comfort, gojo calls you clingy, neglect, cute nicknames, he does everything to make your anger gone, crying, overthinking, negative thoughts, praise.

you missed gojo so bad.

right now, you were just watching a movie or whatever you could do to occupy yourself. while gojo is out there hanging out with his friends, it’s been awhile since they’ve seen each other. you thought this wouldn’t change anything in your daily life.

but after a few weeks, it’s all he’s been doing. he’s always outside with his friends, barely acknowledging your presence. you get that it’s been quite awhile, but you’ve been feeling neglected.

You weren’t clingy whatsoever (maybe you were) but you missed him so bad. every damn time he came home he’d either be too tired and sleep right away or he’d play video games… with his friends again.

it was the same process all over again. you were getting tired, you were already having a rough week. you needed your boyfriend…

at the moment, it was currently 12:59 am. Where the fuck was your boyfriend?? you decided to text him, worried about his being.

You

baby, where are you? it’s 1 am already, you okay?

baby?

can you come home already? its kinda late

baby answer me

you were worried, he usually came home from their hangout by 7 pm or even earlier. though why was he taking longer? yes he’s the strongest he can take care of himself yeah yeah but it was your boyfriend. finally after a few minutes (it took 30 minutes) before he responded.

Gojo

js out w my bros dw

wow. he finally responded, in like one of the worst ways ever. he would usually reassure you sweetly that he’s okay and he’d be back quickly in 50+ messages, whenever he’d went out longer than usual. but this? its not him. it was a dry response, maybe someone took his phone?

You

when r u coming home?

baby?

Gojo

can you like stop?

stop being so clingy it’s annoying

im just hanging out w my bros

and im not gonna come home till for a little while

the reason why i hung out with them was to escape your clingy ass

so stfu for a moment

… what the fuck? im clingy? when im just worrying about your wellbeing?? you already had a bad day and just wanna cuddle with your boyfriend but he adds to the stress.

like the petty person you are, you take your things and leave his apartment with teary eyes. if he calls you clingy, might as well distance yourself from him. nobody to wake him up, take care of his drunken state, cook him breakfast, and all that.

….

a week passes by and not a single sign from him. he didn’t bother to text you, call you, go to your apartment, whatsoever. you guys don’t usually fight, and when you do it doesn’t last this long. he would always be to go to you first and apologize.

you were overthinking, maybe you were a burden to him? was he cheating on you? will he break up with you? negative thoughts clouded your mind as you cry your heart out and cuddle your pillow.

before suddenly, a ding comes from your door. was that finally gojo? was he here to apologize and comfort me? you fixed yourself before opening the door, the moment you opened the door it all answered your questions.

Oh. it was just a delivery man…..with a bouquet but instead it was filled with money shaped into flowers, a cute basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks and food. Till you realize the “delivery man” had snow-white hair..

“gojo..?”

“baby..I’m sorry please? I know it’s not enough but fuck.. im sorry, im sorry…can we talk?” he looks up, finally letting you see his eyes. he looked, tired. and so did you.

“okay…” you say. you were glad he was back, you missed his touch, his face, his everything.

he gets inside and you close the door behind him. when he lands the items on a table, he suddenly hugs you.

“Baby i’m sorry I don’t know what i fucking said I didn’t mean any of that you know that right? please im sorry ill make it up to you… I just- I just..”

“Baby calm down, we’ll talk about it after you collect all your thoughts.”

he nods in agreement, before he nuzzles his head deeper into your neck taking in your scent. oh how he missed you, how bad he fucked up to the. point you guys haven’t interacted each other for a week.

“I’m sorry… I was just in a bad mood after my friends made a joke about hitting on you… I poured my anger on you, nothing was your fault. It’s all mine.. please forgive me baby I’ll do anything to make up to you..” he started to kiss your neck.

God did you want to cry again.

“don’t you know how much that hurt me?” tears started to roll down your cheeks.

“I know baby.. it’s all my fault blame it on me. I’ve been neglecting my cute and beautiful baby.. you don’t deserve it please don’t cry..” he wipes your tears and cups your face before kissing you all over your face

“Please just don’t do that ever again..” you hug him tightly. you were so happy and sad at the same time. after all those overthinking… his reassurance was what you needed the most.

“Of course, my love. please remember I don’t find you clingy or annoying, even if you were clingy I love every second of it. I love every bit of you. please don’t stop loving me like that, im an asshole fuck me. im sorry you had to deal with this asshole but this asshole loves you very much.” with every sentence, he gave a kiss on your face.

“I love how you make me breakfast everyday, the way you wake me up so sweetly, the way you text me to see how I’m doing, how you clean my clothes for me when I’m too tired, draw doodles on my chest with your fingers when im asleep, kiss me and put a blanket over me when you see me shiver, I love all of you and the things you do.” he continued.

He kisses you long and deep. you couldn’t stop the ecstatic feeling in you when he said all of those words. oh did you love him so much, and so did he.

Safe to say, you guys spent the night in each other’s arms. he spoiled you a lot the very next day, or rather for the past few weeks.

note: this would’ve been better if I havent fucking accidentally exited the draft without saving the work in progress 🫠 AAAAA

#x reader #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #angst #fluff #comfort

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New Beginnings

Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

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Your heart raced as you put the final touches on your makeup, a mixture of excitement and confidence flooding your senses. You couldn't help but smirk as you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Feeling undeniably sexy in your attire, you were ready for the night.

Ever since you made that heartfelt promise to Satoru, the two of you had grown closer than ever. It felt like you were practically attached at the hip, spending nearly every moment you could together. However, there was a subtle change in the air. Satoru was taking on more dangerous missions, his determination to keep you and those he cared about safe evident in his actions, adding an extra layer of tension to your already complex relationship.

In recent times, the hours you and Satoru could spend together had become increasingly rare. His growing involvement in more special grade missions seemed to leave little room for the moments that once filled your daily life.

Surprisingly, he showed up at your dorm one early morning. As you opened the door, your eyes half-closed from sleep, you were met with the sight of Satoru Gojo standing there, radiating his usual energy. You yawned, your disheveled hair a testament to your exhaustion. This was your first full weekend off in a long time, and you had been looking forward to catching up on much-needed rest.

"Mornin', [Name]," he greeted, his voice full of enthusiasm. With a half-smile, you nodded sleepily in response, silently wondering what brought him here. Satoru breezed into your room as if he owned the place, taking in the surroundings as he began to speak.

"What are your plans for this weekend?" Satoru's cheerful question filled the room. His gaze settled on one of his favorite pictures in your room, capturing a moment from a past summer festival. It was a picture of you wearing a traditional yukata alongside Shoko. You looked absolutely radiant in that photo, and it was on days like that you had a way of unknowingly stealing his heart. The intensity of his feelings welled up, although he didn't let it show on his charismatic smile.

Plopping back down on your bed with a long yawn, sleepy tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried to dry your eyes with the backs of your hands before grabbing the large teddy bear he'd won for you at said festival. You snuggled into its softness, momentarily forgetting about his question as your body relaxed into it. Satoru watched you with a mixture of affection and concern, realizing just how tired you were and wanting to make your weekend special.

As the weariness of your recent schedule finally took its toll, you couldn't fight off the lure of sleep any longer. Your eyelids drooped, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, your teddy bear cradled in your arms.

Satoru watched you for a moment, a fond and affectionate smile gracing his lips as he gazed at you. He took a mental snapshot of this moment, knowing that your well-deserved rest was essential. Just before leaving past the school gates he quickly sent you a reminder text for later that night, knowing that your hunger would wake you long before then.

Your lips puckered as you expertly applied the final coat of lip gloss, the subtle shimmer enhancing your natural beauty. Your golden hoops dangled, glistening in the light as you brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed the soft, familiar knocking at your door.

As you opened the door, your eyes immediately locked onto Satoru, who stood there in his casual yet undeniably attractive attire. Adorning a plain white tee, snug jeans, and a sleek leather jacket, he exuded a magnetic charm. Your gaze couldn't help but linger on his well-defined chest and shoulders, heart racing as you took in his appearance.

As you gazed at him, Satoru couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. "Hey, [Name], tonight, it's not just about dinner. It's about... us. What do you say?" He winked playfully.

Your cheeks warmed, and you chuckled softly at Satoru's flirtatious nature. You knew him well, understanding that his playful side was part of his charm. As much as your feelings for him ran deep, you also treasured the friendship that had grown between you over the years. It was too precious to risk.

With a teasing smile, you replied, "Satoru, don't make it more than it is. We're just having dinner, right?" You hoped to keep things light, but your heart couldn't help but race a little at the thought of where this might lead.

Satoru flashed you a mischievous grin. "Dinner, dessert, AND a surprise," he emphasized, causing your curiosity to pique as you both headed toward the exit. You playfully nudged his side, teasing him, "Ohhh, you got it like that tonight, huh?" Your eyes held a glint of amusement as you watched him closely. His actions were definitely intriguing.

As the two of you approached a dark red Lexus coupe parked nearby, you couldn't help but make a playful comment, "Whose car did you steal?" Your surprise grew as he opened the car door for you. With a hint of pride, he responded, "No one's, it's mine." Your brows shot up in disbelief. "You're kidding, we're eighteen, how can you afford it?"

Satoru chuckled and slid into the driver's seat, then turned to you with a smug grin. "I am the head of the Gojo clan, remember." His tone held a mix of confidence and amusement, as if to say that being the head of such a prestigious clan had its perks.

You chuckled and continued, "I always forget, Satoru. It's because you don't act like some pompous jerk." Your eyes danced with amusement as you watched the world go by outside the car window. Satoru grinned, his signature playful glint in his eyes.

"Well, what's the fun in that? Life's too short to be serious all the time." He revved the car's engine, and you could feel the power beneath you as you sped down the highway. The anticipation of the evening ahead was mixed with the exhilaration of the fast ride, and it was shaping up to be a memorable night.

You couldn't resist the soothing rhythm of the car ride, and soon, the gentle sway of the vehicle lulled you into a peaceful nap. It was a testament to your trust in Satoru that you could sleep so soundly in his presence.

"Wake up, [Name]," Satoru's voice gently pulled you from your dreams. As you blinked awake, you were met with the most astonishing sight. The car had stopped at a secluded beach, softly illuminated by candles that danced with the sea breeze. A picnic dinner, arranged with professional elegance, was waiting for both of you.

The selection was a testament to his thoughtfulness, featuring your favorite dishes from around the world, including some from the United States. It was a tangible expression of how well he knew you, and your heart overflowed with gratitude and appreciation for the effort he had put into making this evening special.

The ocean waves whispered in the background, the sound soothing and serene as you both sat on the beach. Satoru's eyes danced with a warm, familiar affection as he watched you enjoy the meal he had arranged. Your healthy appetite only endeared you to him further.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sands, Satoru's expression shifted to one of earnestness. He set aside his plate, turning to you with a soft smile. "You know, [Name], there are some things I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart quickened, curiosity mingled with a touch of anxiety. "What is it, Satoru?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his voice a gentle caress. "I've cherished our friendship for a long time. You mean a lot to me, more than I can express. I love you [Name] [Surname].” His eyes held yours, filled with sincerity and a depth of emotion that left your heart racing, the ocean's gentle lullaby echoing your feelings.

Your heart raced as Satoru's heartfelt confession hung in the air, the waves crashing in the background now harmonizing with the rhythm of your pulse. The connection you shared was precious, and his words had just revealed the depth of his emotions, igniting your own feelings.

"I... Satoru, I- I," you stammered, at a loss for words, your heart pounding against your chest, craving to reveal what was in your heart.

Satoru, ever understanding, reached out to take your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know how I feel."

You continued your meal in a somewhat dazed state, the atmosphere between you subtly changed, charged with unspoken emotions. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, you couldn't resist your curiosity any longer.

"Satoru," you began, your voice soft and tentative, "you mentioned there was something else you wanted to talk about. What is it?"

The ocean seemed to hold its breath, as if it, too, awaited Satoru's answer to this unspoken question.

He hesitated for a moment, his expression more serious now. "It's about Toji's child."

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Satoru's words hung heavily in the dimming twilight, casting a weighty shadow over both of you.

"He had a child?" you inquired, your voice laced with surprise as the gravity of the situation settled upon you. Satoru nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting a complex blend of sorrow, resolve, and responsibility. "Yes, a son. Toji confided in me that the child might be sold within the next two to three years. I can't stand by and let that happen. I feel a deep sense of responsibility for his well-being."

The revelation struck a chord within you, and the image of an innocent child being consigned to such a grim fate tugged at your heart, prompting tears to well up in your eyes.

His unwavering determination and resolute mission resonated deeply with you. It was more than a sense of duty; it was a calling born of empathy and compassion.

With your voice quivering yet resolute, you made a heartfelt offer. "Let's get married." The words carried the weight of your affection and your unyielding commitment to both Satoru and the cause he held so dear.

Satoru turned to you, his wide-eyed gaze reflecting a mix of astonishment, gratitude, and a hint of disbelief. "What?"

In the soft, fading light of the evening, your gaze bore into Satoru's, your eyes shimmering with an earnestness that mirrored the depth of your emotions. Your voice quivered with the sincerity of your feelings, and the words you spoke resonated with a profound truth.

"I love you, Satoru," you whispered, your voice a testament to the depth of your emotions. "More than anything in this world. Our lives as Jujutsu Sorcerers are unpredictable and fraught with danger, but I want to face that uncertainty with you, to live a life with no regrets, a life alongside you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, glistening with the unspoken weight of your affection. "I've always been ready to stand by your side," you continued, your voice unwavering, "to share in your burdens, and now, this. I can only imagine what that child has been through so far."

Your heartfelt confession hung in the air, creating a profound silence that enveloped the two of you. In that suspended moment, it was as if the rest of the world had faded into insignificance, leaving behind only the two of you and the profound connection that bound your hearts together.

Satoru's eyes locked onto yours, the weight of your love and determination reflected in that intense gaze. In this silent exchange of emotions, it was as if the world held its breath.

With a soft, sincere smile, he finally gave a nod. "Alright, then. Let's do this. Let's give that child a chance at a brighter future. And let's face whatever comes our way, together, with no regrets."

In that profound moment, the unspoken bond between you solidified, and you both knew that your lives were about to venture into uncharted territories. Challenges would come, but with the love and unwavering commitment you shared, you were ready to meet them head-on, hand in hand.

As the night deepened, you found yourselves wrapped in each other's arms, the world around you fading into obscurity. The tranquility of the beach, the gentle whisper of the ocean, and the warmth of Satoru's embrace created a cocoon of solace.

With each whispered promise, each tender touch, you felt the love between you grow stronger. The weight of Satoru's confession, the burden of caring for Toji's child, seemed less daunting in the glow of your love.

The world held its breath, as if honoring the connection you two shared on that serene beach. You whispered sweet nothings into the night, a symphony of love notes that would carry you into an uncertain but promising future.

Under the enchanting moonlit sky, with the gentle sound of the waves as your backdrop, Satoru leaned in, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and deep affection, a promise of all the love that had grown between you. As your lips met, it felt as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you in this serene, perfect moment.

The soft, warm touch of his lips sent shivers down your spine, igniting a passionate fire within your heart. You responded with equal fervor, savoring the exquisite taste of his kiss. It was a kiss that held all the unspoken words, all the emotions you'd ever felt for each other.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes locked in a loving gaze. In the depths of those eyes, you found the reassurance of a love that was as boundless as the sea and as eternal as the stars.

"I love you," Satoru whispered, his voice a gentle, cherished melody in the night.

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you replied, "I love you too." In that moment, under the vast canvas of the universe, you realized that your love was a force of nature, enduring and infinite, stronger than any challenge life could throw your way.

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Your eyes fluttered open to find Satoru's bare chest, his warmth and the memories of the passionate night before surrounding you like a cozy cocoon. As you stirred from your sleep, a contented sigh escaped your lips. The weight of last night's emotions and desires hung in the air, creating an electrifying tension between you.

The night had been filled with confessions of love, passion, and an overwhelming desire for each other. After Satoru had driven you to a luxurious hotel in Ginza, the room had become a sanctuary where your love for each other had bloomed in the most intimate of ways.

You couldn't help but trace your fingers gently across his skin, reliving the sensations of the night, when your love had reached new heights. In the soft morning light, you found yourself smiling, feeling grateful for the depth of connection you shared with the man whose arms held you so lovingly. It was a night that would forever bind you two together in a profound and passionate bond

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on your soon-to-be husband's bright white locks. Satoru Gojo lay there, peacefully asleep, looking more serene than anyone could imagine, especially with his infinity turned off. In that quiet moment, a profound sense of gratitude welled up within you.

Before you was not just the legendary sorcerer, the strongest of them all, but the man you had fallen in love with, the one who had swept you off your feet with his cocky and playful demeanor. He was the reason you had found a new home in Japan, and the man you couldn't imagine living without.

His features softened in slumber, and you couldn't resist reaching out to trace your finger along his jawline, just to savor the intimacy of the moment. With a loving smile, you whispered, "I love you, Satoru," knowing that this was just the beginning of your journey together, as partners in life and love.

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Satoru's refined tastes were on full display as the two of you strolled through the upscale streets of Ginza, known for its high-end retailers. Eventually, you arrived at the first jewelry shop that had caught his discerning eye, and you were cordially ushered into a private showroom.

A gracious sales assistant handed you a glass of champagne, and as you hesitated, you whispered to Satoru, "I'm only eighteen, I can't drink this." He chuckled in amusement, his voice a warm caress. "Live a little and relax. Remember, life is too short." His fingers gently nudged you, reassuringly pulling you closer to his side.

With the glass in hand, you took a cautious sip of the champagne. Its taste was a delightful blend of fruity and tart flavors, and you savored it. As the sales associate began showcasing a dazzling array of diamonds, each more exquisite than the last, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The exquisite jewelry seemed a world away from your life as a Jujutsu sorcerer. "Satoru," you chuckled sheepishly, "this isn't necessary."

He responded with that irresistible smile of his, a hint of mischief in his eyes. His fingers danced gracefully over the polished glass that held a particularly rare cut diamond. He brought it closer for your examination, the jewel catching the soft lighting of the showroom. "I know it might seem extravagant," he began, his voice low and soothing, "but I want you to have the best. I may not be able to change your past, but I can change your future, and you deserve it."

Your heart swelled at his words, and the diamonds before you seemed to pale in comparison to the sparkle in his eyes. It was a reminder of the profound love and care he held for you, beyond the grand gestures and lavish gifts.

Amidst the dazzling array of diamonds, your gaze was drawn to a simple 1.5-carat princess-cut gem. Its timeless elegance called out to you, and you couldn't resist trying on a similar ring. As it slid onto your finger, a wave of emotions washed over you.

You looked at your hand, marveling at the contrast between the cool, smooth gold band and the fiery brilliance of the diamond. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it felt like a promise, a symbol of love, commitment, and the future you were eager to embrace with Satoru.

Satoru, too, admired the ring on your finger. "You've got great taste, [Name]," he said, his voice laced with affection. Then, he turned to the sales assistant. "She'll wear this one out of the store, and please show us some matching wedding bands."

The sales assistant nodded, a knowing smile on her face. As she fetched the matching wedding bands, you and Satoru looked at each other, and the significance of that simple piece of jewelry sunk in, bonding you together in a way that transcended the material itself.

The sales assistant nodded and brought forth a splendid selection of wedding bands, each a work of art in its own right. You tried on various options, each more exquisite than the last, and it felt surreal. Raised in a life marked by financial struggles, this level of luxury was a striking departure from your past.

As you held up each ring, Satoru's fingers gently brushed against yours, creating a subtle yet profound connection between you both. It filled you with a complex mix of emotions, from sheer amazement to profound gratitude.

After a thoughtful selection process, you both settled on the perfect wedding bands. The private showroom felt like a cocoon of love and joy, where you not only chose rings but also painted the canvas of your future as a married couple. This moment symbolized the journey from your challenging past to the opulent and joyful present, a path you'd walked together, and the path you were now forging toward a promising future.

As you walked out of the showroom with those rings in a luxurious bag, you couldn't help but glance at Satoru with a heart full of gratitude, love, and excitement for the adventures that awaited you both.

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As you and Satoru celebrated your intimate wedding ceremony in a beautifully decorated garden, surrounded by the vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the warm smiles of your closest friends, Shoko couldn't help but add her own vibrant presence to the occasion.

She walked over, her face lighting up with a teasing grin as she approached the newlyweds. "Holy shit, Satoru, you really got [Name] to marry you?" Her words were filled with playful awe as she wrapped both of you in her embrace.

The atmosphere was one of joy and celebration. A gentle breeze played with your hair, the sun painted everything in a golden hue, and the sweet scent of flowers filled the air. The camaraderie between you, Shoko, and the other guests created a warm, welcoming ambiance. Your wedding day was turning out to be a beautiful and memorable celebration of love, friendship, and new beginnings.

With a good-natured laugh, Satoru replied, "Can you believe it, Shoko? I finally convinced her." His arm was wrapped around your waist as he held you close, and you leaned into his comforting presence.

Shoko playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, I can believe it. [Name], you must have seen something special in this guy to tie the knot."

You nodded, your gaze filled with affection as you looked at Satoru. "I definitely did, Shoko. He's the only one who could've won over my heart."

Shoko's expression softened, and she gave a genuine smile. "Well, I'm happy for both of you. May your journey together be as incredible as the adventures you've faced as Jujutsu Sorcerers."

The three of you shared a warm, congratulatory embrace, surrounded by the love and support of your friends on this special day.

"[Name]," you turned around at the soft call of your name, and your eyes lit up with joy at the sight of Yaga. He stood there with tears in his eyes, gazing at you in your stunning wedding dress. Without hesitation, you swiftly hugged him, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"Papa, none of this would've been possible if it weren't for you looking for me. I've never told you, but I'm so grateful that you adopted me," you softly confessed as happy tears trickled down your cheeks.

"[Name], I know I may not be your real father, but you will always be my daughter," Yaga proclaimed, his voice filled with love and pride, and he hugged you tightly.

Satoru watched this heartfelt exchange, a deep appreciation in his eyes. If it weren't for Yaga's kindness and the twist of fate that brought you into his life, he would've missed out on knowing the beautiful soul that you are.

As you left to speak amongst the other attendees, Satoru headed towards his old-time principal. The two men stood side by side, their attention fixed on you as you mingled with the other guests.

With a sense of heartfelt gratitude, Satoru broke the silence. "I want to thank you. If it weren't for your guidance, I might never have found the love of my life." His words carried a profound weight, reflecting the depths of his appreciation.

Yaga watched you with fondness, a paternal smile gracing his lips as he spoke to Satoru. "Treat her well, Satoru. She's seen the horrors of life, both in the normal world and the Jujutsu world. Protect her."

Satoru let out a soft chuckle, exuding a confidence that matched his words. "Old man, you don't need to worry. I'll protect her with my life. After all, I am the strongest." His tone held both playfulness and sincerity, expressing his unwavering commitment to you.

Yaga affectionately smacked the back of his long-time student's head, the love and concern evident in his actions. He followed the gentle smack by ruffling Satoru's signature white locks. "You know, the higher-ups aren't too happy about this, especially since she's a foreigner."

Satoru's response was laced with his typical nonchalant attitude, a hint of defiance in his words. "When have I ever cared about their opinions? She's a Gojo now."

Yaga's gaze turned serious as he imparted a word of caution. "I know, but keep your guard up. Old traditions die hard." With those words, he left to rejoin the festivities, leaving Satoru to reflect on the challenges that might lie ahead as a married Jujutsu Sorcerer.

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“Satoru, why are all the apartments you've found so expensive? A million yen a month? Are you serious?" you questioned, your brows furrowed as you peered at the listings he had provided.

Satoru chuckled softly, looking over your shoulder at the screen. "Well, I do have expensive tastes. And my lovely wife deserves nothing but the best,” he concluded with a wink and a playful smile, swiftly planting a sweet kiss on your cheek before making his way around the couch to sit beside you.

"Would you rather us buy a home instead? I can have that arranged," Satoru explained, his arm gently pulling you closer as he spoke. You turned to look at him, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I appreciate your generosity, Satoru, but buying a home is a big step. Let's find a balance, somewhere comfortable but not too extravagant, where we can create our own little world together."

His smile grew even wider as he embraced you. "You're absolutely right, my love. We'll find the perfect place, a home that's just right for us, where we can build our life together."

As you continued your search, your eyes widened in surprise as you stumbled upon a perfect three-bedroom apartment. Its charm lay in the blend of modern elegance with a cozy, homey feel. The location was ideal, with easy access to shopping, restaurants, and public transit, making it a promising place to start your life together.

"Want to check it out?" Satoru inquired, leaning in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You took a moment to consider it, peering at the listings on your laptop screen. "Well, it's getting quite late, they've probably left for the day," you replied, continuing to scroll through the listing gallery on your laptop.

Satoru shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, making you feel both protected and loved. "My love, I can make anything happen. Just you watch. While I call my agent, why don't you find a good dessert shop nearby?" he suggested, planting a soft kiss on your neck.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips, your cheeks blushing with warmth. As you prepared to get dressed and ready, you teased Satoru playfully. "If we're going out this late, you're taking me to dinner too, rich boy.”

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You soon found yourselves seated in a cozy ramen shop, savoring your favorite type of ramen. The neon lights from the street outside illuminated your new house keys, now resting on the table, a silent promise of your shared future together.

With your new shared home secured, your mind began to gravitate toward the child you'd be searching for in the coming days.

As you and Satoru prepared to embark on this new journey, you couldn't help but reflect on the child's future. The busy lives you led as Jujutsu Sorcerers loomed before you, and you pondered how to provide the care and support this child would need.

Your heart ached at the thought. Your own experiences growing up in the foster care system had instilled in you a profound understanding of loneliness, and you couldn't bear the idea of this child feeling the same way.

Turning to Satoru, you softly posed a question that had been weighing on your mind, "Satoru, what do you think about me staying at home with the kid?"

A tender smile graced Satoru's lips as he gently took your hand into his own, his eyes filled with warmth. "Whatever you want to do, you know money isn't a problem," he softly assured.

You sighed, your brow furrowing with concern. "I know, it's just..." You hesitated, struggling to put your thoughts into words. "I don't think the higher-ups will allow me to take leave. They were wary of Yaga adopting me, but they only allowed me to come here on the condition that I get properly trained and work for them."

Satoru locked his gaze with yours, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "Don't worry so much," he declared, "I will arrange a meeting with them, and I'll go to great lengths if necessary. Remember, you're not just any sorcerer; you're my wife now, and they'll have to answer to me."

Your laughter filled the room as you playfully teased him. "Well, you are the almighty Satoru Gojo, aren't you? Nothing's ever been able to stand in your way," you said, your tone filled with affection and admiration, a tender smile gracing your lips.

Deep within your heart, you had unwavering faith in Satoru's determination to fulfill any request you made, but despite that, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

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As you and Gojo walked hand in hand through the dimly lit, run-down alleyway, he led the way with purpose, determined to find the child. Arriving at the address provided by his informants, Gojo immediately spotted a young boy, no older than six, standing there, looking lost and forlorn.

"Who are you? And why are you looking at me like that?" Megumi began, his small face contorted with a mixture of curiosity and caution as he gazed up at Gojo's rather disgusted expression.

Gojo hesitated for a moment, then attempted to explain, "Well, it's just that you look exactly like..."

You swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, interrupting him. "Satoru, what's wrong with you?" you said, a bit exasperated. You knelt down to Megumi's eye level, offering a more compassionate and friendly presence.

You decided to take the lead, starting with polite introductions. "Let me reintroduce ourselves. I'm [Name] Gojo, and this here is my husband, Satoru Gojo. He's kind, just a bit... unusual at times," you said with a gentle smile. A small giggle escaped from Megumi as Satoru knelt next to you.

Satoru continued the conversation, addressing the crucial matter. "Your dad is from the Zen'in clan, a family of powerful sorcerers. I assume you have powers and can see them too, right? At your age, it's a ripe time to sell especially based on your abilities. Your dad kept you a secret from the clan as his trump card."

He began to mention something about Megumi's father, but Megumi swiftly cut him off with a response that showed surprising maturity for his age. "Who cares? I haven't seen him in years, and I don't remember what he looks like."

The boy's gaze shifted to a girl who waved at him from above. "Tsumiki's mom hasn't come back either, so that means they're done taking care of us and living happily now," Megumi finished, his voice tinged with an innocence that left you and Satoru lost for words.

You softened your gaze as you continued the conversation with Megumi. "Is Tsumiki your older sister?" You directed your gentle question to Megumi, your eyes locked onto his emerald gaze. He gave a slight nod before responding, "She takes care of the both of us, but we're not related."

Your warm response held the wisdom of your own experiences. "You don't have to be related to be siblings. If she's the one who's been taking care of you, then you're siblings." You looked up at Tsumiki, her long brown hair softly blowing in the wind as she observed the situation from above.

Tsumiki appeared to be around Megumi's age, perhaps a year older or so, and her maturity tugged at your heart. You understood the difficulties of taking on a parental role for your siblings, but she was far too young to be in such a situation. In that moment, you made up your mind; you wouldn't dare separate the two.

With a sense of empathy and responsibility, Gojo stood up, stretching his legs. "Alrighty then, let's get down to business. What do you want to do? Do you want to go to the Zen'in family?" he posed, while you remained crouched down beside Megumi

Megumi's serious gaze lingered on you, his emerald eyes sharp and discerning. He seemed to sense your momentary fear, your [e/c] eyes reflecting a flicker of concern. "What'll happen to Tsumiki? Will she be happy if we go there? My answer depends on that," he explained, his voice reflecting a sense of responsibility and protectiveness that reminded you of your own experiences.

"No," you and Satoru responded simultaneously.

"There's absolutely no way she'll be happy if she goes there. I can guarantee that," Satoru declared, his tone filled with gravity.

Megumi's face transformed from serious consideration to a familiar anger, an emotion driven by the desire to protect his sibling. It resonated with your own determination to shield those you cared about from harm.

Gojo chuckled, a lightness returning to the situation. "Heh heh, that settles it. You two are coming with us," he declared, playfully ruffling Megumi's obsidian locks.

With your heart brimming with resolve and love, you gently held his shoulder. "Megumi, I promise to give you and Tsumiki all the love and joy I possibly can," you softly professed. You extended your pinky finger, a symbol of your unbreakable vow, wrapping it around his smaller one as your eyes shined with unwavering determination.

Megumi's small smile mirrored your own as he wrapped his pinky finger around yours. The soft, gentle contact felt like a promise of security and affection, rekindling a sense of maternal warmth in his heart. In this heartfelt gesture, it was as if a new chapter was beginning, filled with the hope and reassurance that you would provide for both him and Tsumiki. It was a small yet profound moment of connection, signifying the start of a new family.

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In the near-empty apartment, you gently addressed Tsumiki and Megumi, your concern for them evident in your soft-spoken words. "Is this everything?" you asked, casting a caring gaze around the room.

The siblings nodded in agreement, their young faces reflecting the stark simplicity of their surroundings. Your heart ached, seeing their lives echoing your own challenging childhood.

"Are you two hungry?" you continued, and they exchanged glances before responding with a quiet "yes." You couldn't help but smile, your heart brimming with warmth at the thought of caring for these children. "Alrighty then," you said, standing up. "We can go out for dinner on our way home. Would you like to hold my hand?" Your gentle inquiry conveyed your sincerity and your readiness to provide them with the support they deserved.

As you reached out, both Tsumiki and Megumi took your hands with an earnest nod. The bond forming between you felt stronger with every passing moment, and you couldn't help but feel that, even with the challenges ahead, you were on the right path.

Satoru watched the three of you with pride and affection, knowing that this journey you were embarking on was filled with uncertainty, but it was also marked by love, commitment, and the promise of a brighter future for these two young souls who had endured so much.

With Tsumiki and Megumi in tow, you left the apartment behind, the doors closing on a chapter of your life and opening to the next, where love, family, and the responsibilities that came with them awaited you.

“Aren’t you two a little young to be married and let alone adopting children?” Megumi blankly stated before slurping up his udon, gazing at both of you with an unblinking stare, his inquisitive eyes betraying the maturity beyond his years. Tsumiki, sitting beside him, was caught off guard and her cheeks turned a shade of pink as she elbowed her brother playfully, a silent signal to remind him of their manners.

Your soft laughter filled the air, a warm sound that dissolved any tension his question might have caused. "Well, yes, we're young, but sometimes life takes unexpected turns," you replied with a knowing smile. "We want to make sure you two have a safe and happy home."

Megumi didn't say much more but gave a small nod, and both of them continued to eat their udon, occasionally glancing at each other and sharing unspoken thoughts. In this moment, you realized the challenges that lay ahead, not only in raising them but also in helping them adapt to their new lives. Yet, you were determined to face it all with love and understanding.

As the dinner continued, you found yourself engaging in more casual conversation with the two children. You learned about their likes, dislikes, and interests, all while sharing stories from your own childhood. Despite their initial apprehension, it was clear that they were beginning to feel more at ease in your presence.

Tsumiki talked about her love for drawing, especially the beautiful sunsets she had seen from their apartment window. You encouraged her to keep drawing and promised to help her get art supplies. Megumi, on the other hand, was a bit more reserved, but he opened up about his fascination with animals, particularly dogs. You and Satoru exchanged knowing glances; it was a conversation that hinted at possible future discussions about getting a pet.

The meal ended with smiles, and as you walked back home, the children held your hands tightly, their trust in you growing with every step.

Once home, they settled into their new rooms, a bit apprehensive but also curious. You tucked them into bed, and as you kissed their foreheads goodnight, Tsumiki smiled sleepily, "I think we'll be happy here."

You whispered back, "We'll do our best to make sure of it."

The bonds of your new family were beginning to form, and the challenges ahead seemed less daunting as you faced them together.

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Two weeks had passed quicker than you anticipated. The clock on the wall read well past midnight as you and Satoru sat at the small dinner table. The air around you felt tense and heavy with the implications of the contract spread out before you. The kids were sound asleep, unaware of the decisions being made on their behalf.

Your finger traced the sentences of the contract, and Satoru's furrowed brows mirrored your concern. Every word felt like a heavy weight, but what worried you most was the glaring omission in the document concerning Tsumiki.

You anxiously noted the missing information, concern etched across your face. "[Name] Gojo will relinquish her sorcerer duties to raise Megumi Fushiguro. Once he’s deemed fit to begin training and studying full time, [Name] Gojo will be required to take any mission the special counsel gives her. But why isn't there anything in here about Tsumiki?"

Satoru shared your unease. "They probably overlooked it. I'll sort this out with them. We're taking responsibility for both of them, and they need to know that."

You let out a sigh, comforted by his resolve. Despite the tension in the air, you knew that Satoru was unwavering in his commitment to the children's well-being.

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In a dimly lit, austere room, Satoru sat across from the special counsel. The atmosphere was thick with tension as they explained why they had omitted Tsumiki from the contract.

"Miss Tsumiki has no value to us as she's not a curse user," one of the council members stated, their tone unyielding.

Satoru leaned forward, his voice cold with determination. "That's irrelevant. Both Megumi and Tsumiki are under the care of myself and my wife. As the head of the Gojo clan, I refuse to come to an agreement until their status is clear."

The special counsel members exchanged glances but eventually gave in to his demand. "Fine, both children will be recognized under the care of [Name] Gojo. However, there is one condition. Once Tsumiki is older, [Name] Gojo must return to her duties part-time."

Satoru began to object, but the special counsel silenced him with a stern look. "Remember, Satoru, the only reason your wife was granted status in Japan and Yaga was funded to find good homes for her younger siblings was due to our sponsorship. She has a duty to fulfill."

Satoru gritted his teeth, his frustration evident. They had him cornered, and he knew he couldn't argue further. "Very well, but once she's old enough, and only part-time," he agreed, albeit reluctantly.

The special counsel nodded in approval, and the matter seemed settled, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the consequences this condition might have on you.

Satoru's body tensed as he contemplated the implications of the special counsel's conditions. In the dimly lit room, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his jaw clenched so hard it hurt. The anxiety in the air was palpable, thick and suffocating.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, he imagined the counsel's sinister influence seeping into every corner of your lives. The thought of you working under their watchful eyes filled him with dread. He had witnessed firsthand how they manipulated situations, and he couldn't bear the idea of you becoming another pawn in their dangerous game.

The city's lights outside the window seemed to taunt him, each one representing a different threat, a different move by this shadowy adversary. He knew this battle was far from over, and the tense atmosphere in the room mirrored the battle raging in his mind.

As Satoru entered the cozy living room, the weight of the meeting still pressing on his shoulders, he was met with your warm embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and the softness of your hug offered a moment of respite.

"Everything will be okay," you whispered reassuringly, your voice a soothing balm to his tired soul. It was as if your words carried the power to dispel the darkness that clung to him. The laundry you had been folding lay forgotten, replaced by the comfort of this embrace.

Laying in bed, you both found solace in the soft, silvery embrace of moonlight filtering through the blinds. The gentle glow bathed Satoru's pure white locks, giving him an almost ethereal appearance.

"They agreed to let us care for both of them," Satoru began, his voice a calming presence in the stillness of the night, "but there's a condition. When Tsumiki gets older, you'll have to go back to working part-time."

As he spoke, his fingers traced soothing circles on your hips, their warmth and tenderness filling the room with a sense of shared vulnerability and understanding. "That's all?" You chuckled nervously, but the tension in the room couldn't be ignored.

"[Name], you have to understand," Satoru's voice was heavy with gravity, "the higher-ups, they're just as ruthless as those who sent Toji after your family."

As the words hung in the air, the weight of the dangerous world you both inhabited pressed upon you, a reminder that even in your quest to provide a loving home for the children, you couldn't escape the shadows of your past.

You nestled into the warmth of your husband's body, his embrace a comforting shield against the uncertainties that loomed. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you planted a tender kiss on his chest.

"I know," you murmured, your voice filled with the weight of your past. "It's not every day that someone contacts the head of a gang to find a sixteen-year-old with healing powers."

Your ring barring hand moved to caress his flawless cheek as you continued, your words brimming with the depth of your emotions. "Back then, all I wanted was for my siblings to live safe, happy lives. I had to let them go for that to happen. And then I met you. I fell in love, and now we're married, with two kids under our care. The dream I'd long forgotten had come true before I even realized it."

You paused, gazing into his eyes with sincerity. "There will always be a give and take, but if it's for you and the kids, I'm more than happy to oblige. We've come this far together, and we'll face whatever comes our way together too."

In the quiet of your shared bedroom, where only the soft moonlight bore witness to your conversation, Satoru felt a renewed sense of admiration for your strength and devotion. Your willingness to make sacrifices for the family you had come to cherish moved him deeply. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and as he held you close, his heart swelled with love for the incredible woman who had become his partner in life.

It was in moments like this, in the stillness of the night, that he realized how fortunate he was to have you by his side, facing both the challenges and joys of the future together.

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Hello my loves! So I wanted to say I will be updating less often as I’m dealing with some health concerns at the moment. I will continue to work hard bc all the the love and support this story has gotten gives me strength :,)

As always, much love xoxo

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#gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo x y/n #gojo x poc reader #Fatefanficdelulus

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dotdothoneypot · 10 months

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Text Me *teaser*

Synopsis: Geto×Reader fic. You're a spoiled little rich girl whose dad hired Geto and Gojo to be your bodyguard(babysitter more like). Inspired by Tangerine and Lemon from Bullet Train if you squint. Reader is a phone sex operator for fun. Geto finds out and shamelessness transpires.

Tw: sex work, mild kidnapping, rough horsing around with gojo, rough sex,maybe minor dub con elements, oral giving and receiving, afab femme reader, geto is kind of a creep but he's our creep so it's okay :3

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"There you are!"

A muffled sing song voice met with a giggle rang behind you. Before "huh" even got a chance to escape your lips, a cloth was almost suffocatingly slapped over your nose and mouth.

The club was loud, smokey, with eyes too drunk (and whatever else) to notice anything beyond the blurred lights surrounding them. Despite your resistance and attempts at screams, no one was the wiser you were essentially being kidnapped. Your captor effortlessly zigzagged amongst the crowd, and before you knew it, your ass was slammed against the backseat floor of an all black Escalade.

"Hey, baby! You miss us?" Looking up you see flourescent blue eyes. The most God forsaken blues you could ever hope to see.

"Oh fu-!"

His raven haired friend didn't say a word. He hopped in the front seat and let Gojo do the talking(as he always did).

"Dear old daddy said you weren't answering your phone. He had us catch up with ya. If you're going to be 'studying' half way across the world the least you could do is answer his texts." He slams the door in your face, letting out an impish laugh before hopping in the front seat and buckling up. "Safety first."

You shoot him a pointed glare. "Okay you see I'm fine. I'm going ba-" Geto stomps on the gas the sheer force knocks you even further back before he slams the break, knocking you forward again like a rag doll. "What's your fucking pro-"

Geto turns giving you the blankest stare he could muster. You were sure he practiced that shit in the mirror daily, with his brooding ass. "Your dad wants us to keep an eye on you, and I'm not quite in the mood to hang around your drunk friends all night."

"For the record, I was fine with it." Gojo shoots you that smile. Probably more to be around pretty girls than doing his job, that was nothing new.

Turning around and returning to the wheel, "we are going back to your apartment. You might want to buckle your seatbelt."

You roll your eyes and sit in the cold leather seats. At this point you knew better than to talk back or ask for anything else. If Gojo hadn't already convinced him to go ahead and party a bit, he wasn't going to.

"Oh, honey. At least buy me dinner first." You roll your eyes, securing your own belt then tap on Gojo's shoulder. "Put some music on," you hiss.

He grins eyes closed and pulls out his smart phone. "DADDY'S HOOOOME" shakes out the speakers.

"NO, NOT THIS AGAIN!" You reach forward to snatch his phone out his hands, his speed and strength by far outweighed your own. His big hand and spider leg fingers nearly swallowed your whole face entirely before shoving you backwards into your seat.

"My phone my song, babe!"

You scoff and face back out the window. Geto witnessed it from out the corner of his eye. "Don't be a dick, Satoru. We're already forcing her to go home." For as cold as he could be, he was also fair. Gojo makes a disgusted "blegh" Before handing you his phone.

"Fine, if I don't like it we're turning off the radio."

"Mhmm". You put on an r'nb Playlist you find and let it go. You knew that's the one genre the two of you had in common, earning no complaints from the silver fox in front of you.

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Kicking off your shoes you all drawl in.

"Would anyone like a drink?" A bit of you asked to your own self and a bit to them.

"Nah" Gojo slumps on your couch, kicking his feel on your coffee table. Geto also shook his head no and took a seat next to Gojo.

"Ah, Satoru!" Geto notes your PS5.

"Oooohhh! When did you get this, babe?!"

"A few weeks ago." Coffee it is then. You rummage through your cabinets for the coffee tin. "I'm gonna brew some up then go change. Try not to miss me too much."

You saunter into your room and after rummaging through your drawer for a bit you settle for some booty shorts an a long sleeved pajama top that barely covered your ass.

You let out a small side, boredom already bleeding through you. Your friends were probably all drunk and enjoying themselves, getting free drinks they didnt need from the both the ugly and blessed.

On the ride home you'd texted them saying you were safe, that youd only been kidnapped by Gojo and Geto *again*, sending them a pic of the two arguing confirming your trecherous situation. Of course, all they were interested in was you hooking up and getting the dick report for them finally. Hoes.

An itch tickles at your better judgment as you shift your phone along in your hands. Coming to a decision a few taps and scrolls, you were now available to sext. Did you need the money? Absolutely not. You never would. But a little bit of cheeky fun was in order if you were gonna be stuck in your apartment with those two.

On a busy *and horny* Saturday night it might be a bit before you got a buzz, you hop back to the living area with tweedle dee and tweedle dum sitting your phone on the coffee table and skipping into your kitchen, snatching the coffee you mixed to your liking.

"Ahhh~" and not a moment after your tail met the seat between them-

"Where's ours?" Gojo pouts at your mug.

"Uh you said you didn't want any?"

"Satoru and I thought you meant alcohol. I would prefer tea but Satoru likes coffee. His extra sweet, please." The smile on Geto's face would have been pleasant if it wasn't so obviously teasing.

"Ugh fine" you sit up and nearly slam your mug on the coffee table, none the wiser than Geto is following your every move with a small smirk. "What else, my king. When I get back I'll give you both the sloppiest of toppy while I'm at it." By then you're already in your small kitchen rummaging through k cups and tins of various teas. They were gonna get whatever you had the most of and like it.

As the hot water was dispersing in Geto's mug you hear a vibrate from the coffee table. Ah shit.

"Ha ha. What a funny number. What's it-"

You lunge full speed back to the TV area, snatching your smart phone that Gojo was dangling in the face of Geto eyebrow raised.

"Haha ah I was only joking. I didn't even read it. But now I wanna-" Before he could reach out his hand you snatched it away from him.

"Could you please grow up and mind your business?"

"Don't be mad at me. Was that a boyfriend."

Too caught up in Gojo's teasing, going back and forth with him like bickering children "I don't have a boyfriend, numb nuts. So no." you don't even notice Geto had picked up who the source of the number could be. More or less what it's for at least. It would be something he'd have to get back to later. He was practically babysitting you afterall.

"Sweetheart, weren't you making us coffee and tea? The water is getting cold."

"Yeah, babe. You can text your boyfriend later. Make us our drinks."

"Oh, honey. I'll get right to it. Want me to hold the piss this time."

Gojo fake pouts, "baby, that's the best part."

An eyeroll or two later their drinks were deliciously made. Earning a hum of approval from Gojo and sweet thank your from Geto.

"You're playing Fortnite? How fitting. Beat any nine year olds yet." You snort before plopping back down between them. Geto's manspread 'coincidentally' widening, give you some thigh to thigh action. Thinking it an accident, you tuck your legs under you, and grab the throw blanket to snuggle solo in.

"The nine year olds are the toughest opponents. You should know since the game was already downloaded and you're a level 98"

"I play with my nephew."

"I bet you do."

Another buzz and vibrate of your phone. Sneakily you try to examine the message with a shield from your covers. Gojo is too busy scrolling through skins to choose from for his next match. Geto, however, is looking for confirmation of his suspicions.

You don't even note the added warmth of his body heat when he ever so slightly shifts closer to you to get a peek at your screen. That signature wry smirk tugging at his lips when he reads the flirty hello followed by your sultry 'stage' name.

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #black reader

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mangospams · 2 years

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I thought about something, darling and Gojo are together already and darling goes to get drinks from somewhere and come back to a random girl all over Gojo.

Darling is upset but Gojo is pretty and thinks maybe he’s going to cheat because they are ordinary. Darling tries to break up saying that they don’t want the hurt of cheating and just go off with someone better looking.

Obviously Gojo doesn’t take this well doing anything he can trying to convince his darling he won’t cheat, he’s getting gifts, waiting outside to walk her to work safe, etc. it doesn’t work, so drastic measures have to be taken.

Also I hope your taking care of yourself, drinking water and eating at least 3 meals a day. Your amazing love you 💞💞

🔮-anon

I feel like reader getting jealous or insecure is probably a daily thing being Gojo’s darling. Because he’s very attractive, you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it!! So every single time you two go out, there’s always someone hitting on him. Even though he is literally insane with the PDA, seriously it’s a serious problem because he’s literally trying to makeout with you infringe of a bunch of strangers

He hates it, because he hates seeing you upset even a bit!! He would literally do anything to get your insecurities about him cheating out of your head. If you tried to break up with him because of the stress of worrying, he will literally lose his mind. He is sending you flowers to your house and work, texting and calling you, leaving you gifts, doing things for you. He will do anything 😭😭

Also thank you 🥰 I will, darling, I promise!! Also I’m back from my tiny break and I feel better 💞

#mango speaks #mango answers #🥭🥭🥭#🔮 anon #yandere gojo

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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songs you associate with gojo from jjk???

so i know you said gojou but thinking of songs made me think of other characters so this became a multi-character post fjndsjkfn but either way, i hope you enjoy it and get some new songs (i added links to them as well) to enjoy if you haven’t heard any of them yet. reblogs appreciated! and because i’m a slut for people telling me they like my taste in music... please validate me if you like any of the songs jsdnkjn

gojou satoru | 五条悟

sem filtro: entra nesse quarto sem a intenção de ficar. não vejo problema em não querer se apaixonar

“enter this room with no intention of staying. i don’t see a problem in not wanting to fall in love”

he’s just a hookup. if you had to pick someone to love, it definitely would not be you’re arrogant and overconfident coworker. you’re not good for each other either. but despite the clear boundaries you’ve placed on your, for lack of a better word, “relationship”... part of you craves him more and more as the days go by and he somehow filters into your daily thoughts. that cloyingly sweet latte from your favorite café? that’s satoru. the rare star poking out past the light pollution? that’s satoru too. you remind yourself there’s nothing more that you desire from your annoying coworker time and time againー yet you can’t deny the sense of loneliness that permeates when you wake up and see he isn’t there

okkotsu yuuta | 乙骨憂太

meu talismã: ei, você ainda não percebeu. depois do que aconteceu, só sobrou nós dois. agora é só você e eu

“hey, you still haven’t noticed. after what happened, there’s only two of us left. now it’s just you and me”

you practically had to drag yuuta back in from training one particular afternoon. you admired his drive; it made you want to work harder than you already did, but there had to be a line drawn somewhere between working hard and working yourself to exhaustion. you gave his arms and hands a thorough massage, pressing light kisses on every knuckle and then his palms before he cupped your face with one hand. even a long bath didn’t complete soften the calluses yuuta had accumulated over the years and yet no one held you as tenderly. you kissed his palm once more before he guided your lips to his.

nanami kento | 七海建人

carolina: carolina, preciso te encontrar. carolina, me sinto muito só. carolina preciso te dizer. ô carolina eu só quero amar você

“carolina, i need to find you. carolina, i feel so alone. carolina, i need to tell you, oh carolina i just want to love you”

it’s one of those nights where the window’s open and your lover is stir-frying vegetables for the meal he has planned while your playlist shuffles on. the peace in your apartment is over when you hear the distinctive deep voice of seu jorge play through the speaker. despite kento’s protests, you still manage to tug him away as the baritone lyrics play on. you sing along lightly, grinning at the exasperated amusement dancing in his spinning you despite his previous reservations. nanami kento is serious, stoic and blunt to most of the world yet you have the privilege of seeing this side of him. your singing slows as you lean forward to kiss him- sniff sniff ah fuck something’s burning

fushiguro megumi | 伏黒恵

会いたいわ: ただ抱き合いたい。ただキスがしたい。ただ手を繋いで。そばにいたい。この想いが永遠に続くように。今夜 one more night

“i just want to hug you. i just want to kiss you, just holding hands. i want to be with you. may this feeling last forever. tonight, one more night”

if someone told you one day you could merely send a “hey, are you awake? wanna come over?” text to fushiguro megumi at 3 am and see him promptly afterwards, you would have asked if they were sane. now here you were, relishing in the comfortable silence as you spooned on the couch. the tv was playing some sort of late night show, but you long since stopped paying attention as megumi pressed soft kisses into your shoulder and the juncture between it and your neck. “someone’s affectionate today” you tease softly. megumi paused with a grunt, hugging you tighter. “i missed you is all” he murmured a moment later

itadori yuuji | 虎杖悠仁

wusyaname: you pick a spot, i pick a tail number and we could be tourists. let's go to cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of

an impulsive love always on the move. you’re well past the honeymoon phase, yet it feels like every time you head out together you end up having some sort of adventure. your favorite memory with yuuji was a date night gone wrong. you made reservations for a restaurant and mixed up the times. rather than let you beat yourself up the rest of the night, yuuji tugged you over to the nearest food truck before taking you to the aquarium owned by his friend junpei he had the keys to. it wasn’t a fancy reservation, but somehow eating in the middle of an empty aquarium with your boyfriend was ten times better

#headcanons #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #itadori x reader #nanami x reader #yuuta x reader #this was really fun #fnkdsjfndf i'm sorry to my fellow english speakers most of the songs are foreign #but i translated them so it's fine #japanese or portuguese speaking followers please.... befriend me

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gohjuo · 7 months

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taken from x

it's a habit like brushing one's teeth, gojo makes it a daily occurence to stop by nanami's bakery. he enjoys the look of annoyance that nanami has fixed on his face when he stops by. the sweets are but another bonus about this place, aside from asking nanami out. for now, he has a bit of down time before he starts his day even if he could have his assitant fetch him his coffee & baked good nothing truly compares to seeing the blonde. for him, this could be considered his shot of espresso. maybe he's a little surprised that nanami would end up here, somewhere that doesn't quite suit him. he'd meant to ask, but they hadn't kept in touch after high school. gojo's aware his popularity will keep the crowd coming, so can nanami really complain when he's bringing the business to him?

mirth spreads across his countenance before finally going with his usual. he's quite sure that nanami is going to turn him down but he blinks a little, fingers adjust his frames. did nanami just ? ❛ oh,you're saying yes? ❜ for once, gojo is the one that is left stunned, he had been hit with information he wasn't quite expecting. he hums softly while thinking of where to take the other. ❛ i have a few places in mind. tell me why did you say yes? is it my charms, my devilishly good looks, or perhaps do you have a crush on me? ❜ thankfully, his schedule isn't as packed today but he can't say the same for tomorrow. he already knows that his fans are waiting in anticipation for the new drama he'd be filming soon. it also meant long hours with little sleep, but gojo doesn't have much problems with that.

❛ your number? so i can text you the address. we can meet up at 7. ❜

@ofovertime

#ofovertime #✧ → ɪᴄ.#v. tbt #hehehhe #: 3

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victorious-villain · 2 years

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Black Night Chapter 2

~ The Archive

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Morning came quickly for the teen. Roused from his sleep at 7:30 by the blaringly obnoxious alarm at his bedside, Megumi swatted the table until silence returned. A moment passed before he slid from his covers and stood, running his hand through his hair in an effort to clear the fog in his head. He glanced at the clock, reading ‘7:34 am’ and with another sigh, began his day.

After showering, dressing and grabbing a quick breakfast from the kitchen pantry, Megumi headed to the doors of the library. It was about 8:45 now and to his surprise, Shoko was already awaiting him. However, much to his displeasure, his so-called ‘teacher’ had joined Shoko at the door. Gojo met Megumi’s scowl with a sunny grin, tipping his head back and mockingly pressing the back of his hand to his forehead,

“My dear precious student didn’t even come to me to ask a question! I’ve been replaced!” Megumi ignored this remark in favor of looking to Shoko for an explanation.

“When I let him know you weren’t going to be in class, he insisted on joining us.” With a nod the teen pushed open the door to the library and headed for the computer Shoko had spoken of the day before. Shoko took a seat at the monitor before opening a program in the bottom right corner of the screen. The screen glitched full black before text began to populate, reading ‘The Archive’ with three empty bars below it. Shoko stood and gestured for Megumi to take her place. Dark blue eyes scanned the screen, finding each bar had a small label before it and a small downward arrow (presumably for a drop down menu) at the far right end.

“The first box is if you have a certain text in mind, just type in the title to find it. You can try your luck with the menu but it is not much use until you type some part of the title. Then it’ll populate texts that have that.”

“So it’s like any google search?”

“Precisely, the same goes for the next two bars except they are for author or topic. For those, it will bring up more of a list of texts than if you searched for a specific piece.” Megumi nodded in understanding, reaching for the keyboard before Gojo trotted over.

“You may come across some things that have restricted access and if you do, let me know and I can get them for you.” Again, Megumi nodded. His teacher's rare help would truly be appreciated in this case. Shoko gave a nod before declaring her work done and leaving with Gojo following suit. Staring at the screen in front of him, Megumi took a deep breath before diving in. He cursed for forgetting a notebook but figured today would mainly be finding what he needed.

Lunch came quicker than he would have liked, the library’s silence being broken by Maki opening the door to inform him of lunch. Pushing his chair away from the desk, Megumi pulled his arms upwards in a stretch and after a series of small pops, stood and walked out the still open door.

Lunch was uneventful. Aside from the daily banter that bounced back and forth, there was nothing Megumi was missing. Truthfully, the boy wasn’t really even paying attention to those around him. He was itching to get back to his research and the stack of books he had left in the library felt like they were calling his name. Unable to help himself any longer, he excused himself quietly before retreating back from where he came.

His classmates noticed his departure and exchanged worried glances. Itadori rose from his seat to follow but was intercepted by Gojo,

“Best leave him to his devices. Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. I have a feeling he’ll be buried in books until he is satisfied, regardless of what you or I do.” Itadori only gave a slight nod, still unsure but choosing to trust in his teacher's words. Nobara spoke up,

“What on earth is he doing though? I’ve never known Megumi to be the studious type.” Gojo smiled slightly at that,

“Fushiguro is no different from anyone else here, always looking to become stronger. By researching the history of sorcerers and their similar techniques, I can only imagine he hopes to gain inspiration to further his own techniques.” Gojo turned his back, lifting a hand in farewell, “Just let him burn himself out, this is something only he can control.”

By dinner time (around 8:00), Megumi had accumulated 10 different texts. They ranged from general shikigami manuals to records of other shadow and shikigami users. The longest of them all was the general manual coming in at about 700 pages. The shortest was a small journal entry relating to one of the original shikigami users, it was vague and seemingly useless but Megumi couldn’t afford to be picky. Figuring there may be some basic concept he missed, Megumi chose the former to start with. Stacking the books with “Shikigami User’s Manual” on top (he wasn’t the most approving of the title), the teen left the library and deposited the stack of books on his desk before leaving to join his classmates for dinner.

The atmosphere at dinner was similar to that at lunch. Megumi made sure to thank Inumaki for making ginger soy fish, before maintaining idle chatter throughout the night. It wasn’t until 9:30 that everyone began to disperse back to their own individual activities. Megumi followed suit rather quickly, returning to his room and making sure to grab a notebook and pencil to write notes. Admittedly, his eyes began to droop within the hour after reading only the first 48 pages. Feeling stuck, the boy placed the book on his desk with a dull ‘thud’ before grabbing the less than 10 page (if even) journal.

He figured it would be a quick read, which he would go to bed after. The paper itself was clearly old, a slight ‘crack’ echoing as he opened it. Wincing, the boy began to read. The first page was nothing revolutionary, basic details about the first user and author followed by a formal greeting. The second through fourth pages were just a continuance of pleasantries and rather unrelated dialogue. It was as his eyes were falling shut that something stirred his interest. The journal read “I finally gathered the courage to ask the man about the foundations of his shikigami. I wasn’t expecting an answer, in fact I expected to be cursed away from the kotatsu we sat at. Much to my shock and joy he answered, “Of course you need to be able to summon simple shikigami for you to gain any prowess. If you feel yourself strong enough, begin to carve. Obsess of the image of what you want to craft. It’s best to start with the morals and core seeing as it will have an intelligence and complexity as you or I. Once you have a clear base, build out. What skills should it have? Abilities? Techniques? So on and so forth. This will lend you a hand in determining its outside shape. Then finally, you must concentrate on bringing it into existence with pure cursed energy. The density of your cursed energy and the concentration of the mind are the most important parts. This is all I will say, I don’t need to be giving away my secrets now.” The room had grown quiet and I could tell there was more than what he had said. Regardless, I moved on to the next point…”

Megumi was now fully awake, a plan unfurling in his exhausted mind. He knew he would regret it but he began to write every detail that came to mind, ideas were coming at him quicker than he could write them. His pattern was chaotic, random details and notes spanning over his page creating a web of information and designs. Though it may have looked like a crazy man’s discombobulated attempt at describing some outlandish fever dream hallucination, to Megumi it was something he was going to invest his heart and soul into.

#Black Night jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #platonic #OC #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #inumaki toge #panda jjk #shikigami

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shark0zu · 2 months

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Bassist! Itadori Yuji x GN! reader

context: Yuji is part of a band named “Joint Jinx Keystone” (JJK) alongside Satoru, Suguru and Megumi. He is not shy at all when it comes to how much he loves you… he is still obsessed with Jennifer Lawrence, so that's something. Suguru is 22, Satoru is 21, and both Megumi and Yuji are 19.

content: chaotic, loving, caring and genuinely a cutie patootie Yuji, also some angst.

warning: none. an: This Band! AU is made by sketchyysummer on Instagram! (link to their Tumblr). I made Satoru and Suguru’s already (link to it below). It's Yuji’s turn now, and after this one, I’ll work on my Megumi one… After that I’ll figure something out! (maybe Sukuna)

Idol! Gojo Satoru HC Drummer! Geto Suguru HC w/c: 1.6k

art: Summer's Band! AU Character Design

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Bassist! Yuji, who the first time he met you- thanks to Megumi (you are Megumi’s friend), he immediately started to talk to you, wanting to know more about you… wanting to know everything. Bassist! Yuji, who definitely does not have a filter, especially when he talks to someone with the intention of getting closer to them. So he asks you questions, and asks Megumi as well when you are not in the same place (poor Megumi). Bassist! Yuji, who ends up asking Megumi where you are, if he is going to see you again, what are you up to, what did you do last week. Megumi ends up giving him your phone number (he got tired of Yuji). Bassist! Yuji, who texts you first. “Heyyyy! Megumi gave me ur phone number, i hope its ok! Oh, its Yuji btw~!”, you look at your phone and check your messages, and smile at it while reading. You end up replying saying something along the lines of “yeah, it's ok don't worry, I was going to ask for your number anyways.” Bassist! Yuji, who starts to text you daily, you really picked his interest (and it shows). He texts “gm” and “gn” everyday since then… and not going to lie, you don't mind getting more ‘excuses’ to talk to the pink haired boy. Bassist! Yuji, who after a while asks Satoru for relationship advice (I don't know if that's the best option though). Yuji really likes you, and he wanted to ask you out properly, he just didn't know how… after asking Satoru, Suguru came by and helped Yuji (properly) gave him stable advice and helped by hipping up the boy.

Bassist! Yuji, who finally gathers the courage to ask you out in person. He asked you on a date, a cute date, very cute. He picks you up from your place, taking you to a little park where he had this whole picnic thing planned. You both chill for a while, talking, listening to music, overall enjoying each other's company and presence.

Bassist! Yuji, who before the date ends, and while the sun is setting, he stares at you (in a cute way) waiting for you to take notice. When you do, he smiles and breaths in to relax, then sighs and asks you out. “Hey you, I know we've been talking for a while… and I feel that we both have developed feelings for each other- WHAT I WANT TO SAY IS-! I really like you…” , you were speechless, you did laugh at his outburst and thought it was cute that he made the whole proposal an experience.

Bassist! Yuji, who after hearing you laugh at his almost botched confession, relaxes a bit and waited for your answer, which of course- was “I would love to be your partner Yuji”, as you hold his hand. Thank God it was still bright outside, you could see the boy smiling like a little kid from how happy he was. Bassist! Yuji, who even after almost 2 years of dating him, still treats you the same, he loves you so much, and makes sure to show just that. He always shows it, but oh my lord, if you had a penny for everytime he said “i love you”, you would be able to buy an entire country.

Bassist! Yuji, who’s main love language has to be words of affirmation and physical touch. This man is clinging to you the whole time. Like a little puppy following you all cute and shit. You don’t mind it though, but he knows that if he ever does get a bit ‘too much’, he will make sure to let it rest for a while. Bassist! Yuji, who has never once in his life disrespected you, and he does not plan on it. He protects you with his life, after all, you are his precious partner. Putting himself on the side of the road while walking on the sidewalk, would give you his jacket when you are cold, or to use it as a cover for a wet chair. Man would do anything to make you feel comfortable and loved.

Bassist! Yuji, who learned how to play the bass thanks to his older brother, Sukuna. Who was already playing the guitar, but saw interest in Yuji’s eyes, and started to teach him bass. Once in a blue moon you see Sukuna while hanging out with Yuji. The most you get out of the man is a nod of acknowledgement and a “wassup” here and there. Bassist! Yuji, who when taking you to his place for the first time, you were greeted by Sukuna waiting at the door to meet you, definitely trying to scare you off. He will never admit to it, but he loves Yuji a lot, and would destroy anybody who comes close to hurting him in any way. Bassist! Yuji, who is always being bullied (with love) by Sukuna. He ends up going to you crying like a baby, while Sukuna’s laugh can be heard echoing around the house. You have to suppress the laugh threatening to come out, after all- Yuji is your boyfriend, no matter how funny (and cute) Yuji looks fake crying.

Bassist! Yuji, who loves to have you on the VIP seats at his concerts, and always has VIP entrance tickets to everything. He loves to see you smiling at him, or chanting his name while he plays the bass. He makes sure to show off how good he is on stage to you. And you don't miss the opportunity to wave and smile and jump every time he does so. Bassist! Yuji, who is the type to take pictures of you and post them on Instagram (with your consent). He loves to have people he cares about on his feed, it makes him happy to make memories (plus he takes a shit ton of pictures of you… even sleeping). Bassist! Yuji, who definitely has a full photo album with pictures of you. That can range from you just walking, selfies with him, you sleeping, eating, cuddling, playing video games and even screenshots of facetime calls. Bassist! Yuji, who after going on tour for a while, loves to come back to you. He will try his best to find you, once he locks you in his view this boy will run full speed and either tackle you to the floor, or pick you up and spin you around, hugging you and giving you kisses (certified puppy). Bassist! Yuji, who misses you a lot while on tour, so much that he calls you every time he gets, and he always insists on a facetime call, since he loves to see your face (duh). He always has headphones, either on him or on his neck, so no need to worry, he likes to keep the convos ‘private’. Bassist! Yuji, who hardly has any sad times in his life, he always tries to keep everyone on their happies times. But when things do get a bit dark, you're the first person he will go to. He finds more than only comfort in your arms. He may be strong (physically) but when it comes to mental strength, the best way for him to feel better, if having you by his side.

Bassist! Yuji, who will be curled up in your chest while you caress his back (or his hair) to fall asleep. It's the little thighs you do that make him fall in love even more. He loves to be held by you (most likely the only person he is this vulnerable to) and either listen to your day or talk to you about his own.

Bassist! Yuji, who would definitely carry all your bags, whether going on a trip or shopping. And he would also be the type to carry you when you get tired of walking or just don't feel like it anymore, piggy back ride style! He also loves having you close, so letting you ride on his back is something he loves to do (and this mf is strong, so don’t worry).

Bassist! Yuji, who steals your fries when eating together, will eat twice as much as you and still be hungry. Either his stomach is made out of steel or he has a bottomless pit for a stomach… sometimes this question scares you, since no one really knows the answer to it (not even him).

Bassist! Yuji, who loves anything that has you in it. Sleep overs? Karaoke? Picnics? Anything. He will be there and will make sure to make it a happy and unforgettable experience. Will definitely break something (by accident) in the process, but that's part of the fun, no? At least to him.

Bassist! Yuji, who always shares his headphones with you so you can listen to music together, no exception. He loves music, so it's a given that he makes you a playlist. The playlists featuring your favorite songs and songs that remind him of you. He will listen to this when on tour, or everytime he misses you for that matter. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUJI!! <3

#jujutsu kaisen #anime #hc #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk itadori #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #geto suguru #5sos

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shibaraki · 2 years

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PINK ┊ GOJO SATORU

tags: SFW, GN reader, mutual pining, fluff and flirting, friends to possible lovers, implied that reader works at jujutsu high, requited unrequited love, hopeful ending

wc: 2k

“You?”

Satoru stands against the wall opposite you, shoulders relaxed and hands tucked into his pant pockets, suit jacket hooked casually through his arm. He looks handsome, he always does, but it wasn’t who you’d been expecting to pick you up.

After your date had started to go downhill you’d texted Shoko for assistance in getting out of there, and she’d quickly reassured you of your impending ride home.

She could’ve been a little more specific.

“And here I thought I’d saved you,” he drawls, a bemused smile pulling at his lips. You’re sure that had he not been wearing his blindfold, you’d see his eyebrows raised too. He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet, leaning closer into your space.

“Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you, Satoru,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stepping forward into the hallway and closing the stage door behind you before starting toward the exit, “is there any particular reason that Shoko isn’t here?”

“No. I just so happened to overhear and volunteered,” he replies easily, rolling the tension out of his shoulders as his mouth curves wider into a grin.

“Out of the goodness of your heart, I’m sure”. All theatrics, you think. Deep down a proud part of you didn’t want to admit that you were relieved, and another felt defensive over his apparent need to save you from situations that you could handle perfectly well on your own. But it was easy to fall back into the familiar act, the back and forth bickering, the forced annoyance.

It was something you’d both wordlessly agreed to keep up. The daily teasing distracted the students from their own anxieties, it was familiar and gave stability, and admittedly it was fun.

It also meant you needn’t confront your own feelings about him.

You pause to undo the latch to the firedoor, having sneaked around back to avoid your date, only to have the heat of his looming body blanket you at your back. Both arms come to rest upon the door either side of your head, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see you all dressed up,” he murmurs, “is that so hard for you to believe?”

With bated breath you push the door open, running from his soft laughter where he stands beneath the frame, the cold night air an immediate shock against the heat flushing through your body.

“Just hurry up and get me home before I freeze,” you hastily throw over your shoulder, arms wrapped tight to your chest as you speed toward his car. It wasn’t hard to find, big enough for a man of his stature and just as striking.

“Don’t be like that,” he says, all melody and the intonations of a smile clear in his voice. Continuing your quick stride forward, you feel the muscles in the swell of your cheeks lift, and you’re grateful for the chance to smile where he cannot see it.

As you approach the passenger side of his car and hear the click of the door unlocking, both grateful and disappointed that he didn’t rush to open it for you. “Alright,” he huffs as he drops all his weight into the driver's seat, notably a few centimetres back in comparison to your own to accommodate his long legs. You pull the belt across your torso, clicking it into place.

“Just wait and I’ll tell you my address—”

“Already know it,” he interrupts under his breath as you speak, reaching up to hook his fingers into the fabric of his blindfold and pulling it down, other hand reaching toward your belt buckle and jostling it. You feel yourself stutter, flustered by the subtle consideration.

“You know my home address—”

“My plan was to quickly get you out of there because you were uncomfortable,” he assents as the gentle hum of the car starts, followed by the soft scuffing of gravel beneath the tires, “Shoko texted it to me on the way over”.

“I guess that makes sense,” you mumble apologetically. A minute of comfortable silence passes, and he again reaches toward the console to press one of the buttons. Then you begin to feel your seat warm up beneath your thighs.

The streets pass and along with them the street lamps, casting moving shadows across his face. Still, the light seems to gather in his eyes, warmth pooling in his expression. “So, what happened? What’re you so sour about?” he speaks again, the heel of his hand propped lazily atop the steering wheel.

You tilt your head toward the window, chewing the inside of your cheek, breathing through the throng of vines in your chest. Emotions were so physical, you thought — as real as any physiological wound could be. Guilt is heady, bitterness is sharp, it stings in your sinuses and it tightens your throat.

You were upset because nothing was working. Because it hadn’t been the man you wanted sitting across from you. Because even though you had been there to distract yourself from him, Satoru had shown up anyway.

“I’m not sour,” you mutter petulantly, entirely unconvincing. Satoru hums, a deep and amused rumble in his throat, and points toward the glove compartment by your knees.

“Take a look in there,” he says, “might be something to sweeten you up”.

With a suspicious glance, you reach forward and hook your fingers into the handle, feeling it pop unlocked once you pull. Inside is a small clear bag of what appears to be hard candy, nestled beside some documents and a phone charger.

Given the magnitude of his sweet tooth, you’d almost expected there to be more; a mountain of sweets spilling comically out into the space between your legs. You’re quickly drawn to your favourite flavour, the plastic wrapper crinkling loudly, your nose wrinkling at the sound.

There are some strawberry and yoghurt flavoured ones, small creamy coloured ovals decorated with pink swirls and soft in the middle, but not many. You’d seen him sucking on these ones a fair few times in the staff room, holding them between his wet lips and cursing whenever they slipped out into his lap. If you weren’t already aware of his affinity for chapstick you might’ve assumed that was why his mouth was always pink.

Rolling it between the pad of your finger and thumb, you hold it out for him to take. Neither the hand on the wheel or the one shaped around the gear stick moves, instead he leans and indicates playfully for you to feed it to him.

“What are you, a child?” you awkwardly clear the dryness in your throat, “eat it yourself”.

Unperturbed, he shifts the car into fourth gear before plucking the candy from your fingers, lips parting to place it on his tongue.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he murmurs, cheek hollowing as he sucks with the corner of his mouth curved into a barely there smile, “you won’t get anything if you don’t ask”.

Reaching in to take another of the strawberry and yoghurt, avoiding his sidelong glance as you sit it on your own tongue, the taste bursting along your palate. You could understand why he enjoyed them, the flavours intermingled well together.

“He kept speaking over me,” you confess, the words slightly obstructed by the sweet nestled by your gums, “and he was overly critical of the staff about the food. It was embarrassing”.

You hear him click his tongue, your eyes catching on the movement of his finger tapping restlessly against the wheel. “You know you can do far better than that,” he tells you, “clearly he didn’t, though. Otherwise he wouldn’t have taken you to that restaurant”.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask indignantly, teeth beginning to sink into the soft middle of the candy. Satoru’s tongue swipes across his lower lip, pink, finally finished with his own and savouring the taste.

“Come on,” he bemoans with emphasis, “they don’t serve anything you like there. Even I know that”.

Huh. Well that had been… true, for the most part. But it wasn’t something you were going to make complaints about, and it’d been easy to request certain things be taken out of the food. You could live with little things like that.

The night is much clearer than usual, considering the constant light pollution emitting from the city. It’s beautiful, and a bit romantic, to see the far off stars flickering back at you. You keep your gaze locked on them as you ask, “if you’re such an expert, where would you have taken me?”

He hums a short, playful song under his breath, adjusting the rear view mirror in your peripheral, “wouldn’t you like to know?”

The aggravation that twists into your expression is difficult to miss, and it makes him laugh, the sound loosening the knots of frustration. It’s becoming exceedingly hard to navigate how he makes you feel, a constant push and pull of mild irritation and affection, made worse by the fact that he seemed to enjoy eliciting reactions out of you.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it was he was hoping to gain – what he wanted from you. Sometimes his hunger for your attention felt insatiable. Paired then with his continuous critique of the way others treated you, and of how you treated yourself, it was hard to dampen the kindling of hope in your chest.

You pluck out another sweet from the bag, arm extending across the space between you and pulling back again when he lifts a hand to take it from your grasp.

His eyes flicker from the winding road back to you, brows drawn together, his mouth jutted into a pout. Pink. You lean towards him, fingers grazing the soft plush of his lips where you press the sweet into the seam, indulging him. He blinks, and they part for you.

He appears to be fighting off a grin, jaw shifting with hollowed cheeks as he suckles. “Knew you liked me,” he says.

“The jury is still out on that one,” you murmur fondly, turning to lean back against the window, glass cool against your warm skin. The car turns into your street, beginning to slow and pull up to the curb. Disappointment blooms.

You feel for your keys as the engine cuts off, looping your fingers through the rings, other hand pulling the door handle to step out. Satoru is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Thank you again for… saving me,” you recite his earlier words, hoping it will clear the unsettling silence. He watches you awkwardly linger with distinct fondness, crossing his arms against the steering wheel and leaning his cheek atop them.

“Happy to,” he replies, “only sorry I was the one taking you home tonight”.

You snort. “He wouldn’t have been seeing my place tonight, regardless of whether or not it went well”.

He processes it, nods slowly from behind stray white bangs, and exhales a soft “good”.

Your fingers tighten around the jagged edges of your keys and you feel your pulse quicken, it ebbs through your body like the wing of a hummingbird.

“You’re not coming in either,” you mutter, amusement pulling at the corner of your mouth with the realisation that he was waiting for something. For you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mirrors your smile, shallow crinkles forming by his eyes. You lick your lips, he follows the motion and you taste the strawberry. You wonder if he’d taste like that too.

“Night, Satoru,” you breathe. He repeats it. You feel his stare heavily on your back as you walk towards your door, glancing over your shoulder one last time to catch a glimpse of him, cheek still leant comfortably against his forearms. His hand lifts to give you a limp wave, and you feel stupidly giddy at the gesture.

He doesn’t drive away until you are in the house, and you watch through the curtains as he pulls away. Perhaps things were not as unrequited as you’d once thought.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

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