#while satoru would probably only do it because he saw everyone else doing it.. or if you just happened to rlly love flowers!!
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what kind of flowers would satoru give u on valentines? how about suguru?
ANON…. what a cute question 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was soooooo fun to think about……. my baby boys and their gift giving ways T_T………
ultimately!!! i think satoru would go for flowers that remind him of you (or just your faves / something classic), while suguru would put a lot more thought into symbolism!! he’s a flower boy to me :33 buuut if we’re being more specific…..
my spontaneous thoughts (<- this is a lie i spent like half an hour choosing these) are as follows!! as u can tell i got carried away instantly <33
satoru’s picks:
(pink) roses
the classic choice!! it’s what’s on sale, what everyone recommends, so he just goes for it. HOWEVER!! he doesn’t wanna be too basic so he goes for a nice pink instead of the classic red :33 might even go for yellow roses because i firmly believe he’d associate that colour with you. the sunshine of his silly little life !! if he finds out that yellow roses symbolize friendship he’s going back to pink though LMAOO he’ll apologize for friendzoning you too as if he doesn’t regularly call you his bestie …. silly man. i just know he’d get the biggest bouquet of these ever too <33 a whole delivery of roses that completely block your front door so you’re kinda… stuck. with him & his love. lucky you !!
sunflowers
kinda goes back to the forementioned point but i just feel like satoru views you as his sun :((( so when he discovers a fresh field of sunflowers he’s like !!!! wow !!!!! wowowow !!!!!! and buys a whole bunch immediately. he’ll be carrying as many sunflowers as he physically can, cradled by his long ass arms, bringing them to you with a big smile on his face <333 they end up reminding you more of him than anything because he’s just beaming when he gives them to you …. sunny sunshine man ,…… and that makes you love them so much more . you never tell him the reason why you suddenly adore sunflowers so much because that would be embarrassing + inflate his ego he would cry a little bit
lillies
SENTIMENTAL SATORU HAS JOINED THE CHAT i just think he’s sort of drawn to lillies!! :< like i don’t necessarily think he’d be interested in the symbolism, lillies being associated with purity and whatnot — i think he’s just kind of mesmerized by them. their petals are silky and they smell so sweet and somehow he feels a little sappy to be carrying a bouquet of them around. nostalgic maybe; a little soft. like he’s your husband. even if you aren’t even close to that stage yet… (lillies can also symbolize commitment, which… yk). i just think it makes him feel oddly vulnerable LMAO he’s a loser. gives them to you with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead <333 he thinks they look right at home in your arms.
suguru’s picks:
roses
can’t go wrong with a classic!!! this is his spontaneous choice. the symbolism is obvious, and i think he just. likes the idea of being a rose guy yk… 😭😭 the kinda guy who gives you roses for every single special date !! makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet waiting for you :33 personally i think he’s a basic bitch but he will continue to buy roses for you unless you tell him otherwise like he’s Very adamant abt it. true love!!! they symbolize true love!!! what else could he give to you? what else is there to say? he wants you to feel loved and special and when he can’t verbalize his love properly he knows the roses in his arms will do the talking for him <333 i think that in the beginning of your relationship your apartment is constantly smelling of roses because of this.. after a while he starts to chill out a bit and gives you other flowers, but you’ll never quite be rid of that floral scent.
camellias
this is where he starts to get more creative. maybe satoru calls him basic or boring for always buying roses and suguru huffs and tells him to shut up but it still ends up bugging him LMAO… so !! he does his flower research <333 i firmly believe he would buy a whole book on flower symbolism JUST so he could pick out the most fitting bouquets for you.. he won’t tell you what they mean, though. just gives you a very fond, secretive look when you ask <333 (if you ever figure it out and he gets to see your cute blushing face, then that’s just a nice little bonus.) but yes!!!! camellias!!! a symbol of love and passion and inner strenght. i think he gives them to you with a sentiment of you being his inner strenght…. the reason he’s made it this far. camellias are also said to represent eternal love / everlasting devotion, because the calyx and the petals of a camellia always fall together… and i just think he’s weak for that. he’s like. that’s Us baby <33 but he doesn’t actually say it because that would ruin the subtlety of it all yk?? silly pretentious man…
forget me nots
he’s a sentimentalist <333 i think i just associate him a lot with forget me nots bUT it feels very suguru to give you the most blatantly symbolic flowers he can find :’3 he’d give them to you in a small bouquet, but brimming with sooo many feelings and thoughts. the most obvious one is ”don’t forget me,” but i think he’d see it more as a symbol of trust and gratitude. and his own promise to never let you slip from his fingers or take you for granted :(( forget me nots symbolize both true love & devotion and i think that’s all suguru really wants to convey to you!! he’s in love, he’s devoted, you’re burrowed your way so far into his life that he knows he’ll never be able to forget you. and he wants you to know. probably makes it a habit to get you these for every truly special occasion because he never wants you to forget how loyal he truly is to you. sap
#i think suguru would be more inclined to gift u flowers overall!! he strikes me as a classic romantic#while satoru would probably only do it because he saw everyone else doing it.. or if you just happened to rlly love flowers!!#i just dont think he cares as much as suguru does abt romantic norms yk?? if u really really liked . idk. rocks or some shit#then i think satoru would get u a big bag of pretty rocks for valentines ….#he only cares abt what u want!!#and suguru too ofc but i think he’d make it a point to always get u the classic flower + chocolates + plushie combo ..#and then add ur personal preferences on top of that#they’re perfect and i love them :<#THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO THINK ABT TYSM ANON <333#ask tag ✩
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JJK headcannons ☆ Characters as Dads
JJK x Fem!Reader
Genre: ☁️
Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!
featuring: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori
a/n: it seems that jjk won and we give the people what they want!
also, in this i’m just gonna do it so it is daughter because idk i just see them all having daughters yk?
i hope you guys enjoy, and happy new year too!! 💜🎵
Gojo would be such an immature dad. He would basically be another baby in the household, but that is what makes your daughter love him so much. He seems to love your daughter to PIECES and is always playing with her but when it comes to ACTUAL parenting tasks you best believe he is sitting out…only because he is incapable…
On the good side, he seems to be the perfect company for your daughter and whenever you get overwhelmed he subtly tries to help you out. Coming around and giving you hugs from behind to comfort you. Even though he doesn’t say it you can tell he doesn’t want to see his baby grow up.
“Sooo…do you want cucumbers in this sandwich or..? Gojo asked looking down at his daughter who looked at him with a look of disappointment.
Gojo was currently making his daughter a peanut and jelly sandwich, something he hadn’t even heard of before. Yet here he was making it like a chef…or so he thought..
“Dad…are you okay in the head? Who puts that together?” your daughter said with her hands on her hips looking sassy.
“Why you..!” Gojo picked up your daughter and threw her up and down making her giggle.
You walk past chuckling to yourself, watching your husband and daughter play together.
“Satoru, are you sure you can take care of her?” you knew the answer was probably no, but you trusted it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Of courseeee! You know I can! Plus our sweet sweet daughter will help me out! Right?”
“Of course, Dad!! We will have so much fun!” your daughter wrapped her arms around Gojo’s neck smushing her face into his as he hugged her back.
“Well if anything goes wrong let me know!” you give your daughter a soft peck on the cheek and press a soft kiss on Gojo’s lips before leaving.
At least they would have fun together even if Gojo couldn’t do anything properly.
Nanami is husband material and i think it is safe to assume he is also father material. This guy knows the ins and outs of parenting. If you saw how skillful he was changing your baby’s nappies…you would think he had done it a million times
Even though he may not be the most energetic dad his love for your daughter is evident…he lets her sleep on his chest while he is working, he makes her lunches, whenever you’re tired you don’t even have to ask because he can tell and he is already on it doing everything you would do. GET YOURSELVES A NANAMI!! 🙌🙌
“Dad!! Guess what?!” your daughter excitedly said jumping up and down by Nanami’s leg.
You had unfortunately fallen ill and even though you didn’t mention it once to Nanami, you knew he would notice so you took this time to nap on the chair in your living room.
“What is it,sweetheart?” Nanami smiled softly to his excited daughter as he cooked dinner whilst also making soup for you to drink later.
“In school today, the teacher asked what we liked about our dads! Can you guess what I said?” your daughter giggled as Nanami acted clueless as to what your daughter was saying
“I haven’t a clue…why don’t you tell me?”
“I said that you are the kindest, strongest, funnest dad ever and my dad is better than everyone else’s!” Nanami chuckled at his daughter’s words.
He paused his cooking to pick his daughter up.
“You really think all that about your me?” Nanami asked as your daughter played with his hair
“Of course Dad! I love you very very much!!” Your daughter gave Nanami a big kiss on his cheek as he smiled.
“I love you more, sweetheart.” Nanami said softly as he kissed her head.
Your heart melted as you couldn’t stop smiling at the scene in front of you.
Geto would literally banter with your daughter. Like if there is a day where your daughter and Geto don’t argue over something then they aren’t your husband and daughter…and it’s very obvious to see which personality your child took.
Despite the consistent arguments that they have, Geto is clearly extremely close with his daughter, they act like they are life long besties that are starting to get fed up with each other. Geto doesn’t seem to notice all the times that you see him lurking in your daughter’s room to make sure she is okay hehe….
“Ugh! Dad! That was my chocolate!” you suddenly heard your daughter shout, but you didn’t pay any attention to it as you knew it was your daughter and Geto up to their squabbles again.
“Hey…it wasn’t named how was i meant to know it was yours?” Geto smirked as your 5 year old folded her arms and smirked back.
“Well, father, if you remember yesterday, when we went shopping you bought it for me after I asked.” your daughter sassed back
“I’ll buy you another one…” Geto said as he sat down by you on the couch throwing his arms behind you.
“No. Share that one with me Dad, or I will tell mum what you did in the car two days ago!” your daughter stepped closer as Geto smirked.
“Why you little…c’mere…” Geto gestured your daughter over as she giggled and run over sitting on his lap and snatching the chocolate out of his hands.
“Um honey what happened in the car?” you asked folding your arms raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about it!” both your husband and daughter said in sync.
After some attacking, you smiled at your two favourite people as they continued to squabble….well you love them anyway…
Toji would acc treat your daughter like a princess. You think he treats you like a princess? Wait till your daughter comes along and steals the throne.
There is not one thing he wouldn’t do for your daughter, and you are worried she will turn into a spoiled brat because she loves taking advantage of how Toji treats her and can carry her with ease. However you are grateful because you know whenever you can’t spend time with your daughter, Toji can shower her in loads of love instead.
You had gone to pick up your daughter from school with your husband, Toji.
“Dad!! Mom!!” you heard a cute and excited voice as you saw your daughter running up to you and Toji.
“My little princess, how was school today?” Toji picked up your daughter with ease as she hugged him tightly
“It was so fun!! Although that boy kept pulling my hair and it hurt..” your daughter said pointing to the boy
You could see Toji scowl, and you knew there was no stopping him.
“Honey make sure you don’t traumatise them too much okay?” you give him a kiss and kiss your daughter’s forehead.
“Don’t worry doll, won’t do much, just give a lil warning that’s all…” you sighed hoping that’s all it would be.
“Okay, i’ll wait in the car.”
Toji walked over to the mother, father and boy with your daughter still in hand.
“I heard your son here is pestering my daughter?”
“Our little Timmy would never!” the dad replied before looking up and being absolutely frightened by the tall built man in front of him.
“Yeah, well i don’t give a damn. Pester my darling daughter again and you are dead.” Toji said before walking off, leaving the family stunned and frightened.
“Dad you are so cool! You always protect me!”
“And I always will pumpkin, now let’s go see your mom.” Toji chuckled as he kissed your daughter’s head.
Megumi would lowkey be jealous of your daughter when she gets more attention that him. Don’t get me wrong he would be in love with your daughter but sometimes if he ever sees you paying attention to your daughter and not giving him attention he would silently be sulking.
Luckily all he has to do is summon a demon dog to play with your daughter and she is occupied so he can spend time with you. Despite this slight jealously, Megumi showers your daughter in love, playing with her (even if it involves him role playing a princess) especially when you aren’t looking so you don’t call him soft.
“Ahhh, please save me knight in shining armour!” Megumi squealed the best he could in a girls voice.
Megumi had been forced by your daughter to play princess and knights as usual and Megumi thanked the Gods that you were in the bedroom getting ready for an outing.
“Dad!! You don’t sound girlish enough!” your daughter complained as Megumi sweat dropped.
“I’m trying my best honey…but okay…” Megumi was obviously worn out from this game but didn’t want to hurt your daughter’s feelings.
He began his feminine voice again but as soon as he heard your bedroom door open he shut up earning a shout from you.
Luckily your outfit distracted your daughter as she started squealing.
“Mom! You look like a princess! Your a much better princess than Dad!” you giggled as you were curious to see Princess Megumi.
You gave her a tight hug and peppered kisses around her face.
“Who bless me with such a sweet little girl”
Little did you know, Megumi was feeling jealous already.
“Hey sweetheart? Look it’s the demon dogs they want to play!” that quickly got your daughter’s attention as she began playing with them and having fun.
“Love you Dad!” your daughter shouted whilst being suffocated by the dogs.
“Love you too….have I told you how beautiful you look my dear?” Megumi smiled as he kissed you.
You smiled at Megumi’s jealousy but not complaining…
Yuji definitely bought like 10 parenting books because he was so worried he would be a bad dad…but when your daughter arrived he didn’t need any of those books because he was a flawless dad.
Yuji would be fun and caring to your daughter and even if he didn’t know how to do something for her, he would find a way just to see her happy. It’s so cute and heartwarming seeing Yuji and your daughter together because their wholesomeness could make you melt.
“So you want pigtails?” Yuji was trying his best to do his daughter’s hair for the first day of school, despite not doing the style ever.
“Yeah Dad! You think you can do it?”
Yuji could hear the fear in his daughter’s voice. He knew how important this first day was for her and the least he could do was give her a good hairstyle to boost confidence.
“It will be the best pigtails hairstyle you have ever seen!” Yuji chuckled as you laughed and he got to work.
“Dad, I love them so much everyone will love me!” your daughter spun around, looking at herself in the mirror.
“I’m glad you like it sweetheart.” Yuji ruffled her hair just as you walked in.
“Hey honey, ready for school? Oooo i love the hair too!!” you asked pinching her nose.
“Thank you Mom! Dad did it! And yeah i am, i just wanna speak to Dad really quickly!” you raised your eyebrows as you nodded leaving and shutting the door behind you.
“Dad…I’m nervous…” Yuji’s eyes widened as he knelt down and laced his hands on your daughter’s shoulders.
“Honey, you are a bright, beautiful, kind, and outgoing girl. Be yourself and everyone will love you for who you are and if anyone pester you i will deal with them okay? You got this!” he suddenly felt his daughter wrap her arms around him.
“Thank you Dad…I love you!”
“I love you more!”
All you could do is soon from the sweet interaction between your amazing family.
a/n: hope you enjoyed! a bit of a struggle because i was writing on a shitty ipad so i’ll probably edit later
anyway, love you guys!💜🦄
#anime#anime fluff#jjk#anime x reader#jjk x reader#fyp#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro#nanami fluff#nanami kento#geto suguru#toji fushiguro#yuji itadori#jjk fluff
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Can I ask your opinion on answer from this :
https://www.tumblr.com/gojuo/742796780522061824/is-satosugu-a-queerbaiting-ship?source=share?
Yes, you can!
The only thing I agree with the post is that SatoSugu isn't queerbaiting. Other than that, I don't particularly agree with anything else at all.
SatoSugu would have been queerbaiting if the ship had been promised to be canon and used as a marketing tool. Gege, from my knowledge, never said anything about making them an actual couple by the end of the series. At most, Gege wrote characters that do have this relationship that can be interpreted as romantic if one chooses. They do have a lot of romantic undertones, but it's more so for telling a story than just "I need readers".
And saying the fandom is queerbaiting using SatoSugu is... odd.
The fandom can't make the marketing decisions of what happens with JJK. Now, a person can lie and say "oh, SatoSugu kissed in episode whatever", but that doesn't mean they're queerbaiting. They're just lying.
Now, yes, we indeed have a lot of merchandise with Satoru and Suguru, but we gotta take in consideration as to what season we just finished.
The Hidden Inventory Arc which centers around the two and the Shibuya Incident Arc which most of what happened was because of those two. (Satoru getting locked up because he saw Suguru's face, MY GUY WAS TRICKED!!)
And it's not like we don't get merchandise of other characters.
Honestly, the answer of that ask just sounds mean-spirited. "(Majority) stsg shippers are just annoying as fuck because they genuinely believe their ship is canon, try to force their headcanons and misinterpretations of the material down everyone's throats, and send death threats to anyone who dares to ship Gojo with literally anyone else."
As done every other shipper, let's not kid ourselves now.
For anyone who seen my BNHA posts about ships, you know that I believe any shipper is capable of doing this. Now I don't doubt that a SatoSugu could do this. But there have been other shippers who have attacked SatoSugu shippers for the same reasons.
Hell, I just had someone try to make my NobaMaki and ShokoHime post about YutaMaki and I didn't mention his ass in that post. Like, damn, let the girls have the spotlight. Yuta ain't all that for you to throw him onto every single thing where he's not mentioned. (I like Yuta, folks, calm down.)
Also, I don't see a problem with a SatoSugu shippers believing their ship is canon. If they want to, let them. If you don't like it, skip along.
Another thing they said is how just because Gege doesn't do fanservice of his female characters doesn't mean he's above being misogynistic.
Okay, we got to stop throwing that word around.
I don't know how Gege personally and I won't say Gege (okay, has Gege actually confirmed their gender?) can't be misogynistic.
But using the writing material as an example is just kinda getting played out.
(I also dislike the JJK - Naruto comparison in general, it's gotten to the point that's a pet peeve of mine.)
The thing with the female characters here is that they feel like characters, not added accessories. Hell, some of the male characters actually feel more like an accessory to the story than some of the female ones.
Gege isn't afraid to write a complex character like Mei Mei. Nobara isn't written to be some generic love interest and chase some guy. Instead, she got her own morals, goals and even a whole backstory that we did get some insight on before Shibuya. We haven't see Nobara in a while, but remember what happened to her? Yeah, we probably won't see her for a while.
Hell, we haven't seen or heard anything about TODO AOI since Shibuya, but Nobara has been shown to be thought about by Yuji and Megumi.
Maki is more developed than Toge, a male character we haven't seen since when.
Uro was only in a few chapters but she was more entertaining during her fight against Ryu and Yuta than Ryu was. And she didn't die!
You know sometimes a fandom will say a creator is misogynistic for killing off a female character as if it's illegal for her to die because SHE IS STILL PART OF THE CAST and as if more male characters haven't been killed. And died in lame ways. And some of those male characters, again, didn't get the development female characters did.
No two female characters feel the same, that's just me.
The OP talked about how Shoko and how Gege should have developed her more. "Had he given Shoko the same care and love he's given to the boys, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Because that would mean that the fujos would have to engage with her character and her dynamic with other characters in a meaningful way."
Shoko isn't like Suguru and Satoru though. Out if the three, she was the most "stable".
Also, the reason we didn't get a lot of her during that arc is because she was often isolated because of her technique. Shoko herself is a victim due to how things are ran. She was isolated from her friends very often and later years, we see she has eyebags. She barely is getting sleep.
And the thing is... Gege does acknowledge her relationship with the SatoSugu even later in the manga.
She herself comments that when Suguru left, Satoru wasn't alone. She was there.
Of course, Suguru and Satoru were closer. They had to spend a lot of time together. When they started to drift, that's when things definitely went downhill.
I have seen many SatoSugu shippers actually acknowledge Shoko's existence more than anyone else (besides actual Shoko fans). And they often include her being close to SatoSugu and even include her romantically with the two. (Here for it.) She'll sometimes be the one to give advice, expected, but sometimes in fics and whatnot she is written as a person than just a tool to push SatoSugu together. I have seen people draw fanart of her being involved with the situation with the Hasaba Twins.
I have yet to see a SatoSugu shipper actually hate her and deny her existence.
I'll tell you a person I often do see get ignored when it comes to SatoSugu. And that's Yaga. A male character. It's not all the time he gets ignored by the fandom, but he's more ignored than Shoko, I'll tell you that.
This is gonna sound mean, probably, but I don't think that question should be asked about anything pertaining to SatoSugu given the post is tagged "anti". Interesting as it is to see someone else's POV who doesn't ship SatoSugu, I just... eh...
#kiya answers#kiya answers questions#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk spoilers#satosugu#gojo satoru#geto suguru#satoru gojo#suguru geto
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the past and the present | gojo satoru x black! fem reader
ʚĭɞೃ author’s note: i’ve seen so many dad head-cannon posts so it gave me this fic idea, i might do a part two depending on how you guys like this.
ʚĭɞೃ description/warnings: 5,000+ words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby, used like once), smut with plot, toxic gojo?, creampie, slight degrading, unprotected sex, profanity, dad gojo, family outing, gojo’s a ceo, modern! au, angst, minors are not allowed!
“i saw y/n today," said megumi — one of satoru’s interns, as he sat down in the chair across gojo’s desk. “and she had a kid with her, a kid with the same exact hair color and eyes as you” he finished looking into gojo’s eyes. satoru’s body went still as he remembered the last interaction you guys had before you and he ended up not talking for five years.
“toru- please, it’s too much” you whined, gripping the sheets as his cock slipped in and out of you from the side.
“take it, baby, take it like the good slut i know you are,” he whispered in your ear while his massive hands wrapped around your throat. his words caused you to cry out even louder. with one of his hands wrapped around your neck, his other hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. “fu-uck”, you cried out meeting each of gojos thrust with your hips. “it’s so big”, you gasped.
satoru removed his fingers from your clit to move your braids away from your face. he turned your face towards him so he could see what faces his cock had you making. tears were falling down from your cheeks because how good he was fucking you. “don’t cry baby, this is what you wanted, you like getting fucked like a slut, huh?”
you nodded your head but satoru wasn’t satisfied. he tightened his grip around your neck which casued you to gasp. “answer me.”
“y-yes, i like it”, you whimpered.
“good fucking girl.”
satoru knew you were reaching your climax from the way your walls were clenching around his cock. “you feel so good, y/n” he moaned out as he began to slow his pace so he could last longer. “don’t ever let anyone besides me feel how fucking wet and good this shit is, okay,” he grunted out in your ear. “this”, he said, tracing the outline of your cunt, “will forever be for me," he whispered in your ear as he tightened the grip around your throat, causing your moans to escape rigidly.
“it’s yo-urs sato-ru; my pussy is all yo-urs,” you moaned, feeling yourself reach your climax. each time satoru entered your cunt, you got wetter and wetter,he was going to miss this, but satoru knew you were just too dangerous to be around. satoru's pace quickened, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips. he knew you were cumming by the way you were clenching around his cock. “i-i’m about to cum fuck”, mewled satoru. “c-cum inside me please; i wanna feel it inside me, please,” you cried out due to overstimulation.
when you look back, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it felt right in the moment. the way his cum filled your cunt caused you to let out a weak moan. as satoru spilled his cum into you, he realized you softened him; you made him not afraid to love again, and he couldn't stand it. so he dealt with these unknown emotions the only way he knew how, and that was by pushing you away.
with his dick still semi-hard, he mustered up enough strength to deal you the final blow that would leave your heart shattered into a million pieces.
“you’re a nuisance, y/n; you’re so fucking needy, and i don’t mind because you take my cock the best,” he said coldly. “out of all the pussy i had, yours is the wettest and it makes me feel the best; that’s probably why i kept you around for so long,” he said, tracing kisses along the back of your neck.
at his harsh words, you shove his naked body away from you with tears streaming down your face. the sight of you crying because of something he said had gojo’s heart clenching, but it was for the best. "get out, get out of my fucking apartment now; you used me just like everyone else; I fucking opened up to you, and you throw me away like some kind of whore," you screamed at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “get out, please,” you said, turning away from him because the thought of him seeing you cry for him made your stomach turn.
when you heard the front door of your apartment shut you cried harder than you ever had in your life. in your mind you knew satoru was going to pull away from you soon, but you didn’t know he was going to hurt you like this. you just wished you could hold on to his presence a little longer, the one that was kind, soft, and wasn’t scared to love.
“where did you see her?” satoru asked slowly.
“at target, the one closest to the zenin inc.’s main building”
“fuck”, satoru said rubbing his face. “let my assistant know i’ll be out for a while, okay”.
“what did you get yourself into, you hurt her and now you’re going to just waltz back into her life”, megumi scolded.
“we have a fucking kid from what i’m hearing. so, that all goes out the window, i know i hurt her, and i regret it every fucking day”.
megumi stood there shocked because this was one of the few times satoru wasn’t in a silly mood, he was serious. he’d known satoru for almost all his life, he practically raised him and he’d rarely see this side of him.
satoru dialed up the one person he knew for sure would be able to help him. “what do you want, satoru?”, nanami replied. satoru chuckled at nanami’s annoyance, “i need you to find an address for me”. “i’m not even going to question you, what’s the name?”
“y/n l/n, text it to me when you find it”, satoru responded before ending the call to avoid questioning.
the gojo family would not be happy about satoru having a kid out of wedlock and ruining the family business’s reputation , but he could care less. satoru had a kid, a kid who he’s missed about four years of their life. the fact that you were a different race from satoru would cause even more of an uproar with the gojo family. they were so stuck in their ignorant ways and wouldn’t be surprised if they told him he should’ve had a kid with someone his own race at least.
almost everyday satoru had thought back to the day he broke your heart, thinking about if he wasn’t so scared where would you two be right now. satoru finally had an excuse to talk to you and he would find a way to get you back. it might be selfish but he didn’t care, you were the one person that didn’t see him as a way to get quick fame. the time you spent together were time he was the happiest. he loved hearing you laugh, moan, and talk. you were the best thing that ever happened to him you treated him like a normal person instead of the god his family thought of him to be.
gojo’s phone dinged with a notification from nanami indicating that he did indeed find the address. he made his way to his all black porsche and followed the directions that his phone spoke to get him to y/n’s place.
love is a two-edged sword—it can either bring you happiness or bring you to your demise, and you learned that the hard way.
when satoru broke your heart, you spiraled down a dark path; you didn’t want to eat or get out of bed.
it was like that for a while before you realized you were pregnant with his child. when you found out, you cried and cried until tears couldn’t find their way out of your eyes anymore—you were tired. your best friend, iori grew sick and tired of watching you mope around and scheduled your appointment with a doctor. she made sure you ate and searched for a job for you so that you could support your unborn child. without her, you were ultimately positive that you wouldn’t be where you are now.
"you have to tell him y/n, and that says a lot coming from me," iori said softly, rubbing your back as you puked into the toilet.
“i know, i know, i’m going to text him now," you muttered.
to gojo: we have to talk, meet me at the coffee shop on 42nd street at 11am
gojo left you with no response, but you know he read it. “can you come with me, please, iori?" you whispered.
“ofc i can”
the next day, you did your morning routine and got dressed to meet with satoru. you were nervous, and you despised it; he shouldn't be able to instill these feelings in me after fucking your heart. once iori and you made it to the coffee shop, you spotted gojo sitting at a round table with his whore glasses on. “ugh”, you puffed out before making your way to take a seat at the table, satoru sat.
"I knew you were desperate, but this is insane." what did you call me here for? i’m not good for you. y/n stop texting me and forget calling me; forget i ever existed in your life," gojo spat at you. abruptly you stood from the chair you were sitting in and walked out the door and made your way to your car, forgetting iori accompanied you.
“what happened?" iori inquired as soon as you stepped into the car.
“he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby or me; he told me to forget he ever existed," you sobbed.
“that fucking asshole”, iori muttered.
"i'm sorry; you don't deserve that; you won't have to go through this alone," she said as she embraced you.
your daughter, gionna l/n was almost 5 now, and you adored every part of her. she made you happy, though she stressed you out sometimes.
“gigi baby, come so i can do your hair and you can go to school..”
“i'm coming, mommy," she responded, which made your heart swell.
“can i get two puff balls, please?" she begged with a puppy face, causing you to laugh.
"of course," you replied as she patted the pillow on the floor.
gionna made herself comfortable as you grabbed all the products and accessories you needed for her hair. you sprayed leave-in conditioner throughout her white-colored hair and began to detangle her hair section by section. you turned on spongebob to keep her occupied. “no bobos in your hair today?” you asked gionna.“no bobos, mommy," she said as she kept an eye on the 70-inch tv in the family room.
“close your eyes so i can show you the finished look cupcake”
like clockwork, gionna slapped her hands over her eyes. “okay you can look now," you said as you nudged her shoulders.
"yay so pretty, mommy, thank you," she gushed as she turned around to hug you.
“i love you gigi”, you whispered.
you heard a knock at your apartment door as those four words escaped her lips. you knew it wasn’t iori cause she worked in the morning on monday’s.
when you looked out the peephole, your whole body went still. “gigi can you go to your room for a second, please?"
“okay mommy," she said as she skipped to her room, leaving her toys scattered across the floor. once you opened the door, you were faced with the 6'4" bastard who broke you.
“what do you want, satoru?”, you spat. right now, you wish you wore something else to open the door besides your thin tank top and fluffy pajama shorts. you could feel your hard nipples showing through your shirt.
you noticed how satoru’s eyes were lingering on your chest, so you crossed your arms. “my eyes are up here, satoru, so hurry up and get out with it; i have somewhere to be."
“do we have a kid y/n and don’t lie to me”
“yeah, we do.”
“why didn’t you tell me?", he asked softly.
a loud laugh made it’s way past your lips when you heard those words. he couldn’t be serious, you thought. “why didn’t i tell you? are you serious? you told me to forget you ever existed, or did you forget?" y/n sneered as she glared at satoru. you saw him visibly cringe, and you didn’t care.
“what’s her name?" he replied.
“her name is gionna, gionna y/l/n."
“when can i meet her?" he begged. "i want to be in her life; i know you’ve already been through so much birthing her on your own, but i want to be here now, please," he begged.
“fine okay, here’s my number and we can talk about it some other time i have to take her to school and go to work”. you said handing him a sheet of paper with your number.
“and if you’re in her life don’t randomly one day decide she’s better off without you”, you said as you slammed the door. after you closed the door you let out the biggest breath. you couldn’t believe after five years he decided to get back in touch with you. how did he even find where you live? how did he even find out he had a daughter? you thought.
you might’ve lied to satoru about going to work today but that didn’t mean you weren’t busy. after you dropped gionna to school you were going to visit iori at work, she probably needed company in her office anyway.
“gigi baby you can come out now.”
“who was that mommy?” her blue eyes stared into your brown ones. you picked her up from the ground and sat her on your hip. “it was your daddy, and he wants to meet you soon, you excited?”, you questioned as you kissed her cheeks.
“yes! is he nice, mommy?”
"yes, he's a nice cupcake," you said as you wiped the side of her mouth with syrup from the pancakes she ate this morning.
“shit, you’re going to be late, gigi, let’s go," you said as you grabbed your mercedez keys from the counter.
“ou mommy said a bad word”, gigi said as she laughed.
after you dropped your daughter off at school, you made a quick stop at dunkin’ to grab iori and something to eat. when you finally made your way up to iori’s office, she was on the phone with a client. you sat down with her drink and bagel bites on her desk as she continued to discuss the matters of the house she was hoping to sell to her client.
you began to sip on your peach passion fruit refresher while scrolling through instagram. “hey, thanks for the food y/n”, iori said as she put her phone down. “no problem, i have something big to tell you.”
“what is it?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised. “satoru found out we have a kid, and he showed up at my apartment today before i was going to take gionna to school."
“no fucking way, it was probably one of his loud-mouthed interns who said something", iori said, as she sipped from her caramel macchiato.
“i don’t know who it was but it caught me so off guard, i hate the way he can still make me feel things after how badly he treated me.”
“it’s okay to feel that way, you guys were attached to the hip before what happened that night, don’t beat yourself up about it y/n.”
“i know, i know. i just thought i’d be over by now", you said, sighing.
“when is he going to meet her?”
“i’m free this friday, so i’m hoping we can do it that day and probably go to the aquarium or somewhere fun for kids.”
“that sounds great, i just hopes he’s healed and doesn’t pull no bullshit like he did with you.”
“i hope so too, let me call him right now while i have my emotional support with me.”
you take out your phone from your medium-sized black telfar bag and dial the number he gave you today. the phone rang four times before he picked it up.
“hi it’s y/n, i’m free friday for you to meet gionna are you available that day?”
"hi, and yes, I'll clear my calendar; what time?"
“friday, i was thinking three, we can go to the aquarium, gionna loves it there and she’ll feel more comfortable.”
“okay i’ll pick you guys up at 3.”
“wait i can drive there.”
“i know, but i want us to go together; plus, it’ll be easier if i’m driving, please," he said softly.
“um okay, i’ll see you friday call me if anything comes up.”
you wanted to punch him in the chest over and over for the way he treated 22-year-old you, but you pushed that urge aside. your daughter having a present father figure came first; you always wanted your children to have a present father figure because you never had that growing up. the fact that there was a slight chance that could become reality for gionna was enough for you to put your pride aside and try and make this co-parenting thing work.
before you knew it, it was friday and you were getting gionna and yourself ready to go to the aquarium. yesterday, you took the time to braid gionna’s white curly hair into plaits and added blue beads at the end of each braid to match her outfit for today. you picked out a two-piece outfit for her that consisted of a light blue sweatshirt with light blue plants. she insisted on wearing her light-up hello kitty shoes even though they didn’t go with her outfit.
it was chilly outside, so you settled on wearing something comfortable. you wore a striped brandy melville sweatshirt, a pair of abercrombie jeans, dark green high-top converse, and your dark green medium telfar bag. your kinky hair was in a high puff, making you appear a few years younger than you were. you decided on gold jewelry today since it made your skin pop more. as you were exiting your room, you quickly sprayed yourself with sol de janeiro 71.
“gigi come here and put this hat on; it’s chilly outside, cupcake," you said with her hello kitty hat in hand. you thought it would go with her shoes and give her outfit some cohesion. your phone rang in your pocket as you were putting gionna’s hat on her head.
“hello," you answered. “hey y/n i’m outside," he responded. "all right, I'll be right out; i need to get gionna's car seat."
“i can grab it for you; i’ll be outside," he said.
“uh no, it’s f—," but you realized he hung up before you had the chance to protest against it.
“okay gigi baby let’s go meet your daddy”
"yay," she said as she took your hand in hers to leave the apartment.
when you opened the door, you met with satoru’s blue eyes. he was dressed in dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a varsity jacket. he smelled heavenly, and his white hair was down, making him look even better than usual. you crouched down to gionna’s level and told her that this was her dad and urged her to say hi. gionna shyly said hi, which caused you to laugh; she was always shy around new people, but you knew once she got to know people, the shy act disappeared, and she was the most talkative person you knew. satoru stared in awe at the interaction between you two. he couldn’t believe he had a daughter. she looked just like you, but with his eye color and hair color, her skin was a few shades lighter than yours, but the similarities were there. “hi gionna, im your d-dad”, satoru as he waved softly at her. the action caused you to smile because usually satoru is the most confident person ever.
“i’m going to open my car door so you can grab gigi’s seat. follow me."
you walked to the parking lot area in front of your apartment complex with gionna on your hip. you unlocked your black mercedez, and satoru opened the door to grab the car seat.
when gojo finally put gionna’s booster seat in the backseat of his black porsche taycan. you went to the backseat to strap gionna in then made your way to the passenger seat. your body felt hot being this close to satoru for the first time in years, but you tried your best to conceal it.
"gigi baby, you're on aux, what do you want to listen to?", you inquired as you plugged your phone into satoru's aux.
“um i want to listen to paramore!”, she said excitedly.
“great choice great choice”
the interaction between gionna and you made him laugh. he admired the way you and gionna interacted and hoped it wasn’t too late to build that kind of relationship with his daughter.
soon the song “aint it fun”, began blasting through the speakers of satoru’s car. “sorry”, you mouthed to satoru for the performance that was about to take place in his car. you began to sing the lyrics that led up to the chorus as gionna bobbed her head back and forth. when the chorus lyrics began, you used your hand as an imaginary mic and reached it over to the backseat so gionna could start singing. after you finished the last lyric of the gionna and you burst out laughing.
“okay, game time! we’re going to take turns asking your dad questions so we can get to know each other better," you said in an attempt to include satoru.
“okay, me first! what’s your favorite color, mr. white hair?" Gionna asked. you snickered because her hair was white too. satoru laughed to himself and then replied to gionna’s questions. “my favorite color is blue, and your hair is white too."
“i know, but my hair is prettier than yours.”
“that is also true.”
all of you continuously asked questions back and forth until you finally reached the aquarium. satoru parked the car and opened the door for you while he went to get gionna out of her car seat. the game in the car helped gionna relax, which is why satoru was able to grab her out of her car seat without her feeling uncomfortable.
as you walked behind satoru and gionna as they held hands towards the entrance of the aquarium, you heard him ask her, “what animal are you most excited to see?”
“i really want to see the jellyfish; they’re very pretty."
when you entered the aquarium, you noticed satoru had just shown the person at the front his phone and was let in. you caught up to him to ask about it, and he simply said, “i took care of it." after that, you didn’t ask any questions and simply enjoyed a free aquarium trip.
as satoru, gionna, and you continued to adventure throughout the aquarium, you realized that gionna was growing closer to satoru the more they interacted. she made sure to hold his hand when they went through the many exhibits the aquarium had on display. gionna even got satoru to sit in the "get wet" section of the orca show. you laughed as you exited the show, seeing gionna and satoru drenched. you took no chance sitting with them because you knew your hair, which you spent too much time perfecting, would be ruined by shrinkage.
when you felt gionna getting cranky due to her being hungry, so you decided to eat at one of the concession stands in the seaquarium. satoru insisted on paying for anything gionna, and you got. gionna sat between satoru and you, but she was too busy talking to satoru about the dolphins she saw to look your way. you knew that down the line gionna would become a daddy’s girl, and you weren’t ready. for so long, it had just been you two, and now you had to learn to share her.
“you okay.” you looked up from your nearly finished burger and fries to find gojo’s blue ones staring into your darker ones.
“yeah i’m fine, just letting you two have your moment.”
gojo looked back at his daughter stealing fries from his tray and laughed.
“mommy, can i go to the gift shop now, please?”
“as soon as you finish your food cupcake.”
after you daughter quickly finished her food, you took her to the bathroom . she dragged gojo and you to the aquarium gift shop.
“mr.white hair look look it’s a jellyfish.”
“yeah it’s a purple jellyfish, do you like it?” he asked, kneeling down to meet her at eye level.
“yes, my other stuffed animals want a new friend.”
“okay let’s get it then.”
gionna threw herself at gojo for a warm hug and your heart melted when satoru wrapped his arms around her.
“what do you say gigi?”
“thank you so much mr. white hair”, she said with a toothy grin on her face. gionna continued to lead satoru around the shop and whatever gionna wanted gojo added to the basket, you knew money wasn’t an issue with him so you let gionna enjoy the treatment she was receiving.
when the cashier rang up all the things gionna got from the gift shop you decided that it was time to go home. gionna was getting tired and you didn’t want to deal with how cranky she got when she got sleepy. you held the bag of everything from the gift shop while satoru carried a sleepy gionna that was slowly succumbing to her sleep on gojo’s shoulder. satoru decided to buckle her back into her seat while you hoped in the passenger seat which you were thankful for, today drained you and all you wanted to do was shower and be under your bed covers. once satoru got in the car you felt yourself falling asleep
“wake up y/n.”.
you felt someone gently shaking you which caused you to groggily rub your eyes. “wha-, shit where’s gionna?”, you asked as you frantically looked around the car.
“relax baby, she’s right here.” you watched your daughter's chest rise and fall slowly as she rested her head in the crook of satoru’s neck.
“i’m sorry for falling asleep.”
“no biggie, can you open the door, so i can get gigi inside.”
“yeah.”
as soon as you got inside and took off your shoes, while satoru placed gionna on your couch. he watched her intently as he moved one of her white braids out of her face. “when’s the next time i can spend time with her?”
“we were planning on going to the water park next weekend, she’d probably happy if you came”
“i'll be there, i’ll clear my schedule. and i’m sorry for what i put you through, an apology won’t fix what happened but i’ll be here to support you and gigi. now”
“yeah, you fucking hurt me satoru, i didn’t deserve that. i have to bathe gionna before she goes to sleep so i’ll see you this weekend.”
“let me do it, i used to take care of my intern when he was younger. plus, you’re tired, go take a shower and i’ll handle it, please.”
“satoru i don’t know.”
after his pleading, you decided to let him have it. before you left to take your shower you watched gojo for a few minutes then decided gionna was in good hands.
you rushed to the bathroom connected to your room to quickly take a shower. as you were wrapping your towel around your body you heard a knock at the bathroom door.
“shit, i’m naked.”
“u-uh where’s gigi’s sleep clothes?”
“it’s in the dresser, the last drawer. put lotion and rub cocoa butter on her skin please.”
“okay. does she have something for her hair like you did?”
you laughed remembering the first time you stayed over gojo’s place and he looked at you crazily for wearing a ‘hat’ to bed.
“yeah, it’s on her bed.”
you heard satoru’s steps fading down the hall so you decided to get out your bathroom and quickly lotion up. after you settled on wearing sweats and a tank top. you made your way to gionna’s bedroom to find her dozing off on her princess tiana themed sheets while satoru watched her quietly.
“you’re a natural.”
“i learned when i was raising my intern. she looks just like you with my eyes and hair color, she’s beautiful.”
satoru got up from gionna’s bed to turn to the door which you had been leaning against. he drank all of you in as his eyes roamed all over your body. your body has changed since the last time he seen you but he still loved every inch of you.
“stop satoru”
“what?” he walked towards you so now that he was only a few inches away from you.
“stop looking at me like that. you can’t just leave for that long after hurting me and think everything is okay between you and me . the only reason you're here is because of gionna. so stop looking at me like you actually love me.”
tears were fighting their way out of your eyes but you held them in. you refused to cry in front of him when you spent so long to heal from what happened to you.
“i’m sorry y/n, i was dumb and stupid, what i did was selfish and i didn’t mean what i said to you that night.”
you looked up into his eyes and could tell he was being sincere but you’re not sure you could ever trust him with your heart again, not after what he put you through.
“just go satoru, i’ll see you next weekend.”
“i’ll see you next weekend y/n.”
he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead then began walking towards your apartment door. you watched him make his way into his car before heading to your room to finally go to sleep. your thoughts swarmed with various throwbacks of the time when satoru and you were infatuated with each other and spent almost all of your free time together. you were scared the more he was around, the more those feelings would resurface and you would end up getting hurt again. you only hoped that you wouldn’t end up with your heart broken dealing with satoru again.
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gojo satoru.
free time.
it was hard to find a schedule that worked with both you and gojos busy life. you were both jujutsu students, working their hardest. everyone took getos leave harshly, but gojos reaction was the worst. it was understandable what had happened was harsh. there was no light way of putting it. afterwards, his time was spent trying to become the best he could be. he wanted to be the best. you found it hard to say anything. you knew exactly why he was doing it and how important it was to him. if his focus was on becoming the strongest and being the one who protects everyone, then so be it. but tonight you wanted something different. there was a meteor shower you had heard of from shoko. it was a perfect getaway for a night.
knocking on his dorm door at around 10 pm, you were wearing comfortable but thick clothing. you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him what your thoughts on what tonight should be. the door slowly creeped open. you saw gojo standing there. he had a tired look on his face, red bagging under his eyes. he hasn’t been sleeping. his eyebrows were furrowed, almost like he had a permanent forlorn look. he was wearing his pajamas, a simple shirt and sweatpants. his hair was slightly damp. “hi satoru.” you said softly but sweetly. he cracked a small smile with the corner of his mouth. “y/n” he said softly. “i know you’re probably tired and it’s been a long day but shoko told me about this thing happening tonight and i really wanted to-“
“she already told me what she told you. i knew immediately you’d want to go.” he said cocking his head to one side. “i showered and everything just for you.” he said sarcastically. you rolled your eyes. “how sweet of you, but i reallllyy would of rathered you all sweaty and…nasty..” you said trailing off. he let out a small laugh. “let me get a jacket and we can go.” he said turning around. his room was a mess. there were bottles everywhere and his bed hadn’t been made in what looked like years. you knew first hand that he was putting off cleaning anything, and he was just keeping busy with practice and missions. you ignored it. now was not the time to be telling him what he already knew. grabbing a stale hoodie from the closet (it was stale because he hadn’t touched many jackets since it was summer), he quickly put it on and grabbed his sun glasses. he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead as he quickly walked out the door. i shut the door behind him and we headed towards the field. it was quiet and fairly chilly for a summer night. the hum of the electricity through the wires killed any silence between us. it was rather relaxing to enjoy the silence. it was a break from the world but by being with someone else.
“how was your mission today?” you asked. he sighed quietly. “it was fine, no casualties so it was actually the best outcome. these cursed spirits really be popping up a lot more at the end of summer.” he said, annoyance clear in his voice. “good work satoru.” you said beaming at him. you wanted him to feel better so desperately but you weren’t sure how. this slump or high or whatever he was on was not helping him at all. he was deteriorating, and maybe he was the only one who didn’t see it. or maybe he did see it but paid it no mind, and saw it as a kind of karma. you refused to let that go unchecked. “how was your day today? did you end up sparring with nanami as you wanted?” he questioned. “it went fine! much better than i thought actually..i really needed some more practice with hand to hand combat. nanami kept me on my toes.” you said running a finger over all the scars on your hands and palms from scraping with the fellow jujutsu students. “who won?” he asked raising an eyebrow with the corner of his mouth lifting. “i did.” you said sticking out a tounge, much like you’ve seen him do. he let out a laugh. a loud laugh. one that you havnt heard in a while. you smiled immediately. he grabbed your hand, walking onwards. “i will never let nanami live this down.” he said chuckling. then he turned to you, the blue haze in his eyes clearly showing. “i am proud of you thought, keep it up. i want you and i to spar some time too.” he said, seriously. he wanted everyone on par with him, as if that was even possible. you let out an anxious laugh. “only if you promise to go a little easy on me.” you said avoiding eye contact. you just didn’t want him to see you as weak or anything. “give yourself more credit, you’re a good opponent. you’d give anyone a run for their money if you let yourself.” he said calmly. you almost rolled your eyes at him. this was exactly what he needed to be hearing, especially the part about “giving yourself credit”. instead, you said “okay, okay satoru. we can try sparring but don’t come crying if i whoop your ass.” you said trying to lighten the mood. he chuckled as he kissed your knuckle. “i’m so scared.”
by the time you had reached the field, it was going to be time for the meteor shower to start. you were beyond excited. you loved spending time under the stars, away from the lights and people. there was something so intimate about just being under a shared sky and stars. satoru layed on his back, hands behind his head. his legs were crossed over each other. the sunglasses he wore were slightly lower on his nose, as if he was trying to see over the rim. you laid down besides him, with a few inches of space between. you weren’t sure if his infinity was on, and you didn’t want to humble yourself to find out. usually satoru initiated all contact. he was the one who could turn off his infinity and you knew that as soon as he had turned it off, he was vulnerable. last time he did that, amanai died. geto left. he was alone. he learned better, but you weren’t sure if that was really for the better. you turned towards him. you were slowly watching his features when he suddenly started talking.
“you know, i know i’m handsome and everything but why are you staring so intently.” he said, staring straight ahead at the sky. you let out a little laugh. “i’m just admiring the view, you know.” he smiled and turned his head a little. your eyebrows furrowed. your hand hesitated.
“what’s wrong?” he said, snapping you out of your daze. satoru had good intuition, and he could read your face easily. he turned towards you slowly, laying with his head on one arm.
“can i touch you?” you asked quietly. you were worried he wouldn’t of heard you or something, maybe your words got blown away in the wind. he had an incredulous look on his face, almost like he was offended. “i’m sorry i don’t want it to be awkward or weird it’s just i know you’ve been perfecting your infinity and using it at all times and i wasn’t sure..” you said trailing off slowly.
“my infinity is always off when i’m around you.” he said sternly. “especially when we’re actually at jujutsu tech. outside, usually we’d be on missions together or something so it’s on then, but not in the moments like this.” he said narrowing his eyebrows. you weren’t sure why he was so offended, it seemed like a good question to ask? “i’m sorry..” you murmured, “i wasn’t sure.” he sighed. “now i know why you don’t ever try to touch me unless i start first.” he said rolling his eyes before turning onto his back again. immediately, you got up on one arm and held his face with the other hand, turning his head slightly towards yours. you kissed him, softly but passionately. there were so many unspoken words in that moment. he was taken aback. he hasn’t been used to outbursts like this, or you being so physical. he didn’t mind, he was just hurt that you thought he didn’t trust you. your eyes desperately followed his facial features after kissing him like that. you saw him smile slowly. you turned back into your back, your arm snaking around his arm as you snuggled closer to him. he put his hand on your leg, and rested his head against the top of your head. the warmth radiating off him was like no other. the stars looked beautiful. the wind was blowing through his hair, making his soft white hair look like a cloud billowing in the breeze.
you two spent time pointing at some stars, and while you pointed out actual constellations, he would make up his own and name them “gojo pt. 1 and gojo pt. 2”. it made you laugh. you two hadn’t spent much time together where you weren’t under pressure. snickering and laughing could be heard in every corner of the field. finally, the meteor shower arrived. it was flashes of light dazzling through the sky, going in the same direction. some were closer together and others had more time apart. everytime one would happen, you would both shoot up to your sitting position, heads craned at the sky. even though gojo was supposedly the strongest and a prodigy, he was a child. a teenager who loved drinking cola and beach days and video games. he too loved the stars. after two hours, you noticed how cold the tip of your nose was, and how your finger tips were starting to try to hide in the sleeves of your sweater to get away from the cold. his nose has turned a sharp color of red, making you call him “rudolph”. the tips of his ears were red too.
there was a quiet moment between you two. when you both shot up to your arms and were looking at the sky, swearing you just saw one while the other said “no way.” you turned to him, “i’m telling you it was there!!” you said pouting. he rolled his eyes for the millionth time. “i would’ve seen it, we’re literally sitting right next to each other.” he stated. you both had maybe two or three inches of space between you. you could feel his hot breathe on your upper lip. the puffs of hot air escaping your mouths appeared infront of each other. his eyes were a dazzling blue up close. his hair was puffy and sticking out everywhere from the wind and the ground. he was the one who kissed you this time. it was long and sweet. it felt like it paused time. by the time you opened your eyes, it felt like another lifetime. you put your forehead to his, both of your closing your eyes.
“did you want to head to bed now?” he murmured. you nodded silently. you kissed his nose before getting up and stretching. he was being a baby and begging you to help him up, as if he was an old man. you walked away while he was still laying there pouting. then, he teleported in front of you. it stopped you dead in your tracks. he was still pouting, the corner of his mouth tilting down. he was also looking down at you. “why did you leave me there.” he said. you smiled sweetly and leaned forward. “because i knew you would come anyways.” you said, pecking him on the lips. then you grabbed his hand and started waking towards the dorms. he was still rolling his eyes, and you were fake lecturing him, saying how his eyes would roll to the back of his head permanently. he ushered you into your room, where he was planning on spending the night. he immediately crawled into your bed, taking up the entire thing. he patted his chest and grinned at you. now it was your turn to roll your eyes.
the night was gentle with you both.
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Friend [Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader]
TW : Non-Con
"I still didn't expect you to become a teacher. Your nature is not suitable to be a teacher. If I were your student, I'd probably change schools."
You and Gojo are now living in your apartment. You became friends with Gojo because he was your apartment neighbor. You admit that Gojo is both fun and annoying.
Gojo chuckles. "They have no other choice. Now I'm the most powerful person among them. With my eyes, I can do anything."
"How arrogant. But the money you make from that job is a lot. If only I could attack them, I'd probably already be working as a jujutsu sorcerer," you say. You can see curses but you don't have curse energy.
"But your life will be more peaceful. There are tons of jujutsu sorcerers who died fighting curses. You can act like you can't see curses, then nothing will happen to you," Gojo says.
You rolled your eyes. "That's easy to say. They look horrible and of course I get scared every time I see them. I can't hide my body's natural reaction."
Gojo smiles a little and removes his blindfold. You could then see those beautiful blue eyes. The first time you saw his eyes, you couldn't stop praising him.
"I can kill the curse just by looking at them, dear. You can ask for my help to kill them."
Your body shuddered when you heard that. You knew that Gojo didn't mean it. He wasn't a man who would bother himself with a relationship.
"I know that you're busy with your work and I don't want to disturb you. They won't attack me anyway. By the way, there's a man who asked me out for a walk. What should I wear?" you ask.
Gojo's hand that was playing with the pillow immediately stops. He looks at you and you flinch at his gaze. He's looking at you as if he wants to kill you. You swallow and quickly avert your eyes.
"I don't know," Gojo replies briefly. He went straight to the kitchen and left you alone. You immediately wonder if there's something wrong with your words.
Gojo returned with drinks and food in his hands. He looks at you with a smile and you sigh. You can't imagine Gojo being angry with you. You accept the food and drink.
Gojo watched you eat the food and grinned. You didn't even suspect him at all. You also ignored Gojo's gaze at you. You had no idea that something big was about to happen to your life.
You then started to feel sleepy. You put the food down on the table and immediately leaned back on the sofa. You quickly fell into dreamland. Gojo smiled happily at that.
***
You woke up and were surprised to find your feet and hands tied. You also looked at your body which was only wearing underwear. Tears began to flow when you realized something bad was about to happen.
Gojo walked into the room and exhaled. "I was going to do it while you were unconscious. But shouldn't I do it when you're awake? You'll definitely like it."
Your eyes rounded when you heard that. "Why are you doing this? I already think of you as my best friend and I really trust you! I didn't think that one day you would do such a despicable thing!"
"I wouldn't have done this if you hadn't accepted that man's invitation. You never seem to realize that I like you. I really love you. But it's annoying that you pretend not to know about my feelings," Gojo retorted.
You close your eyes at that. That's right, you actually know about Gojo's feelings. He treats you very special. Too bad you're trying to lie to yourself and say that Gojo acts like that to everyone.
Gojo chuckled and held your chin. "I won't let anyone else have you. I will make you mine."
Gojo quickly crushed your lips. You shed tears but you couldn't do anything. Gojo bit your lip and forced you to open your lips. He then immediately explored your mouth.
He then released his lips and you could see the saliva still connected between your lips. Gojo laughed when he realized that. He then started to kiss all over your face and slowly worked his way down.
Gojo made several kiss marks on your neck as well as your chest. He also sucked your nipples and bit them. You try to hold back your sighs but in the end you can't help it.
You looked at Gojo's face between your thighs. You gasped. "D-don't!"
Too late. Gojo was already licking and sucking your pussy. You kept trying to hold back your moans. You've never done this before and you're completely overwhelmed. Everything is completely new to you.
A few minutes later you can feel a strange feeling and your body stiffens. You sigh softly and feel your first orgasm. Gojo chuckled at that.
He then took out his penis and forced you to suck it. You can't help but suck his large penis. After feeling that both of you were ready, Gojo immediately rubbed his penis in your vagina.
You cry when you realize that. "G-gojo, please don't do this. I won't go with that man. Please."
Gojo rolled his eyes. "Didn't I tell you that I'll make you mine? You'll make me yours too! Isn't that wonderful?"
You couldn't stop crying. Gojo ignores that and immediately shoves his entire penis into your pussy. Your body stiffened and pain began to radiate in your lower half.
Gojo scratched his non-itchy head when he realized you were in pain. He then kisses your forehead. "Sorry, this is my first experience. I didn't mean to cause you pain."
Gojo then allows you to adjust yourself. After hearing your sigh, he then started moving his body. You gasped. It felt absolutely amazing. Now you understand why people love sex so much.
Gojo smiled when he saw your body covered in his marks. He realized that you would only be his. If anyone else wanted to take you away from him, Gojo would not hesitate to kill that person.
You then had your first orgasm. Gojo paused and looked at your expression. "Damn, you're really beautiful in that expression. I'm going to keep you in that expression."
Gojo then went back to moving very fast. Neither of you cared about the neighbors in the other apartment who might be able to hear your moans. You only cared about your pleasure.
Gojo can feel that he is about to reach his limit. You're about to reach your second orgasm too. Gojo's movements were getting rougher and it was overwhelming you. He then screamed your name as he came.
"Satoru..." you said softly when you had your second orgasm.
Gojo smiled when you called his last name. He then quickly released the ropes binding your hands and feet. "Tell me if you won't do this with anyone else."
"I won't do this with anyone else," you say weakly. You soon fell into a dream state of exhaustion.
Gojo chuckled and fell asleep beside you.
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Teachers pet
A/n: Dedicated to all the hot sensei's and would be teachers of anime. Based on Melanie Martinez song "Teachers pet".
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Shota Aizawa, Kakashi Hatake, Dazai Osamu, Kishibe, Sanemi shinazugawa, Tengen uzui, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna ryomen
Warnings: Breeding kink, age gap, inappropriate relationship, teacher/student, oral, mating press, lovesick!reader, manipulation, delusional!reader
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Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student. Thought, "He's pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him
Everyone had a crush on him, from the other teachers to passerbys, so how could you not? From the way his cologne fills your senses when he sits on the edge of your desk and points out when you got wrong, or the small smiles he gives you when you pass him in the hallway; You were head of heels. You told yourself it was just your imagination when you feel him staring at you while you worked, or how he complimented your outfit for no reason. So what was the harm of sending him a bit of a signal? So that’s what you did, a simple lip bite when the two of you made eye contact, one that could be played off as something else if you wanted. But that was the start to everything.
She said, "It's for all the right reasons Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies”
Now here you were, just the two of you in a vacant class room and god this is so wrong, being spread out on the desk like this while he jackhammers into you. The curvature of his dick digs itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. The pap pap pap of hips against yours filled the lecture room-combined with your wanton moans and his dirty words. "Such a dirty girl, probably doing this for good grades yeah?" He groans, making sure to rub your clit in light tight circles. "M'no daddy! Just want your cum I swear!" You wail, clamping down on his cock from the stimulation. He moves to throw one of your legs over his shoulder; allowing for his tip to press against your cervix leaving your brain numb. The whole desk moves as you two fuck, pencils and papers falling off as he thrusts into you. Yes, this was wrong, but god did it feel so good.
Teacher's pet, If I'm so special, why am I secret? Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret, the things we shared that I'll never forget?
"Shhhh baby, you gotta be quiet, dont what people hearing us." He whispers into your ear. One of his hand was clamped over your mouth; your drool seeping down from the sides as you eyes rolled back, tears blurring your vision. It was dizzying. His heat, the buzz from how roughly you were being fuckedl, his cock hitting your G-spot made your head flop back onto his shoulder.You felt the twist in your stomach, the heat wrapping around the string that was growing more and more taut inside of you. Your skin buzzed, head swam, cloudy with only thoughts of your teachers touch. In all actuality, you wanted people to hear the two of you, to know that he was yours. Sure, he'd probably loose his job but if it meant the two of you could be together who cared? He loved you after all, and you were his special little thing, right?
I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here
Tears streamed down your face, smearing your mascara and clumping your eyelashes together. You thought the rumors about him dating the other teacher were just that, rumors. But here you were, balling you eyes out after you just saw them holding hands. Was it because you were too young? Its not like that older women could make him cum as fast as you could, there was no way. No, he was yours, just as you were his, no matter how fucked up people thought it was, and no matter who came in between you two.
But fuck it, she'll still give you a call and mess around 'til you get numb
You should be mad, you shouldn't be in this situation right now; on your knees, taking his thick cock into your mouth. You felt a hand fly into your hair when you sunk down as far as you could go, and you swallowed around him which lead to a fast thrust of his hips upward. You choked then, not ready for the last few inches to suddenly sink into your mouth, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. You tried to pull away but he kept you on his dick, forcing for you to take him for all he's worth as he harshly thrusted into you. "Such a good girl for me" he says through a smirk, watching you choke and sputter around his cock. Your ego swells, eyes blurry from tears and saliva dripping down your chin and onto the floor. Right, as long as you could keep him happy then he would stay with you, that's all you had to do. You'd be a teachers pet.
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— out of reach | gojo x reader
request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz
pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?
warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D
notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3
word count: 10.5k
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If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.
Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.
You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.
Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.
You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.
To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.
Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.
Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.
The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.
At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.
So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.
Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.
Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.
A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.
One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.
Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.
For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.
You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.
He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.
Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.
Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.
Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.
Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?
You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!
Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.
It’s all a lie.
He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?
Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –
“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”
“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.
“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”
“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”
“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”
You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.
“Gojo Satoru!”
“Morning, best friend, love ya!”
You were right. He is a pain in the ass.
“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”
“I know.”
“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”
“I wasn’t saying anything.”
“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.
As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”
“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”
How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.
On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.
A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.
“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.
“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”
“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.
“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”
The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”
“I think so too!”
“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”
“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”
You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.
“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”
“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”
“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”
“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”
“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”
Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”
“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”
“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”
“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”
Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)
Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.
“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.
Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.
It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.
You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.
At least someone’s had a good day.
Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.
Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.
“Hmm.”
“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”
“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”
“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”
“Because where else would you go?”
“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”
“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”
Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.
But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.
Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.
“Are you okay?”
Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”
“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”
“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.
You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.
“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”
“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”
“Why not now?”
“Eat your damn dinner first.”
Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.
It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.
You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.
How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?
The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.
With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”
You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?
All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.
You never meant it when you said all that.
Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”
“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”
Satoru doesn’t answer.
You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”
Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”
“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”
“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”
“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”
“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.
It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.
Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.
He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.
He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.
Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.
“Why is it so hot in your own room?”
“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”
“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”
Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”
“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”
“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”
You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.
It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.
Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”
“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.
Hot. It’s extremely hot.
You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.
You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.
“Satoru!”
The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.
Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”
“Satoru! Get me out of here!”
“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”
“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.
Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.
The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.
The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.
You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!
Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.
He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.
His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.
You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.
“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”
You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.
“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.
Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.
“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”
“Y/N, wait!”
You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.
You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.
Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.
It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.
It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.
Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.
It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.
The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.
He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.
You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.
You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.
But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.
Yeah, that has to be it.
Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.
You don’t care that you’re a coward.
You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.
You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.
You just need time.
“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”
“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”
“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”
“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”
“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.
“He’s a teacher, right?”
“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”
“I’m not—”
“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”
“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”
“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”
“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”
“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”
Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.
They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.
The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”
“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”
“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”
“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”
“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”
“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”
After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”
“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.
Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.
Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”
“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”
“I...”
“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.
“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”
Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.
“And what if I said I felt the same way?”
“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.
Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”
You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.
“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”
The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.
“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”
His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.
It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”
“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”
“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”
“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.
He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.
You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –
Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.
“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”
“Yes, yes, fuck.”
“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.
“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”
He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.
Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.
The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.
Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.
“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”
“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.
If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.
“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”
“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”
“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.
You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.
In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.
He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.
Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.
He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.
He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.
“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”
“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.
“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”
Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.
But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.
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jjk characters in the bounce house
(1st and 2nd years are 6-8 years old)
it’s megumi’s 6th birthday and gojo wanting to be the best guardian decided to have a big birthday bash. he invited all his friends and brought the best food, but the best part of the party was the bouncy castle.
yuuji itadori
he’s the one doing all the flips
yuuji: “look guys! look what i can do!!” *does three backflips in a row*
the first one to join in on the wrestles
six year old yuuji would definitely be breaking a finger or two in there with how rowdy he is
the only one to spend hours straight in there
its night time and the party’s ending and he’ll get sad that everyones leaving
yuuji: “awwhh why are you guys leaving?? we haven’t played tag yet!”
megumi: “gojo says we have to go because the bouncy castle is deflating”
yuuji and panda were part of the reasons why it was deflating
megumi fushiguro
probably the only normal one considering its his birthday
would lowkey be a party pooper
whenever someone is doing something they definitely weren’t supposed to he would be like
“hey you can’t do that it’s my birthday”
taking advantage of the birthday privilege
he’s the one who cried the most for sure
mainly when no one listened to him and his birthday privileges
maki got mad at him for not jumping at the same time as everyone else to see if the bounce house would pop so he started crying again
would keep coming in and out the bounce house to snitch on everyone to nanami
gojo satoru
so megumi would snitch to nanami and not him because although he was a grown man, he was IN the bounce house too
most the kids enjoyed gojo being there but it became 100% chaos
he was the one who was flipping the whole house over
also made the house float 100 feet into the sky
and purposefully jumped with full force to make the kids rise to the very top of the house
all you could hear were screams (and some sort of laughter) when that man was there
pretended there was a cursed spirit outside the house and made them all start screaming into oblivion and had to stop them when they started trampling on one another to get out
gojo: “GUYS LOOK THERES A MONSTER OUTSIDE”
the kids: “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” *bounce house nearly flips again*
the main reason megumi was crying
was forced to come out after he accidentally sat on nobara’s hand and she started crying
and when he was wrestling yuuji he flipped him upside down so yuuji almost threw up because he got dizzy
in conclusion he made nearly everyone cry at least once
nobara kugisaki
focused on practicing new tricks
she saw yuuji and maki doing flips and wanted to try for herself
gojo got kind of worried for her because all he saw when he turned to the corner was a spinning kugisaki
tried doing flips too much that she got nauseous so she left the house two hours into the party
and so two hours later she came back but with food for some reason
megumi kept getting mad at her for bringing food since crumbs would go everywhere but each time went a little something like this
megumi: “you can’t eat in here >:(”
nobara: “shut up megumi”
and he’d go running out crying
everyone would grab some of her chips but then they’d try eating them while jumping so crumbs started flying in the air and gojo had to bring out the vacuum because the kids were practically bouncing on food
the adults had to convince nobara to eat outside but she didn’t want to feel left out
maki zenin
would be the one to conduct the games and tell everyone what to do
if it was tag, hide and seek (which idk how you’d play it in a bouncy castle but they made it work), who can jump the highest, she was the one telling all the rules
she’d be yelling at the top of her lungs to get everyone’s attention
maki: “GUYS WE ARE GONNA PLAY HIDE AND SEEK EVERYONE GET UP!!!!”
megumi wouldn’t want to play so maki made him the seeker (which was considered the worse thing to these kids)
megumi started crying when he couldn’t find anyone because maki made everyone run out the house when he was counting
maki: “GUYS WE ARE GONNA JUMP AT THE SAME TIME!!! GUYS IN 3 2 1!! OKAY 3 2- MEGUMI GET UP!!! OKAY 3 2- NO INUMAKI NOT YET!!! OKAY 3 2- I DIDN’T SAY 1!!!!”
yuuji: “CAN YOU DO IT ON GO???”
maki: “OKAY 3 2 1!!!! GO!!!! MEGUMI YOU DIDN’T DO IT RIGHT!!!!”
toge inumaki
now this kid... he was the true menace
he wasn’t talking the whole time and jumping all chill
but when everyone was in the middle of jumping he’d be the one to TURN THE BOUNCE HOUSE OFF
and he just kept turning it off
and off
and off
until the adults made shoko guard the inflator because he kept turning it off every 10 minutes unexpectedly
yuuta okkotsu
dude was the one who was sitting in the corner the whole time
when gojo was inside he would be bounced onto the other side and when he looked to the side he got jumpscared by yuuta
megumi got mad at him for just sitting and maki got mad at him for not playing the games
it was actually comforting to everyone for him to be sitting there because every time they wanted to catch their breath or take a break they just sat next to him
or like when nobara wanted to eat she sat next to him and shared the snacks with him
was the victim when the bounce house got flipped because he would be sucked into the side that fell
also the victim when they’d wrestle because he would always get shoved and smacked accidentally
lesson was learned he stopped staying in the corner
instead he kept moving corners every one in awhile
please reblog if you enjoyed ^_^ lmk in my requests if i should do more like this!
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what drinks i think the jjk characters would get from a boba cafe
i've been obsessed with jujutsu kaisen as of recently and its been my hyperfixation for the last few weeks (months????) but im here now and my head is full of thoughts. take this as yall want; cafe au??? coffee au??? fucking love those. i love those people that come into the cafe and order a nice drink and read a book or do their work in complete silence and picturesque perfection like,,,how?? you're my favorite kind of customer. also this is really just my opinion as a boba barista so don't point your guns at me and say im a pos for having an opinion during closing okay? thanks, anyways lets get into this; might be a bit ooc but i honestly don't care (also if anyone wants to build on these hc's please do i would love to talk about them with anyone and everyone)
also i wrote this at an ungodly hour please don't blame me for anything
itadori yuuji
being that he is literally a man child i would rightfully go to the bubble teas immediately
he gives off strong strawberry bubble tea vibes
i feel like he would be in so much awe of the fact that someone can eat and drink in a single cup
i mean in his wiki it literally says hes not a picky eater
he would ask whats at the bottom of the picture
"are the balls soft???"
he keeps asking questions that sound so wrong nobara eventually smacked him on the head
it almost gave the barista to laugh clear their throat quickly before asking if they wanted anything else
i think the sweetness of the milk tea and the sweetness of the pearls mix well and would fit snug into his taste
he would have stars behind his eyes at the first sip
he absolutely tips and tells the barista that he'll come back
and he does come back
a shit load of times
The drink is just a bonus later b/c they get to see the cute barista working so hard
kugisaki nobara
fruity.
thats all i really have to say
i dont know about you but she is just the fruitiest girl i have ever seen
she has the vibe of like citrus-y fruits but is so sweet
i dont know if sweet is really the right word but its still in her soul
kugisaki would order a watermelon fruit tea with jelly
in her wiki it says that she likes watermelon
she is a sweet fruit kinda gal and i love that for her so much!!!
i feel like it would have taken a while to know what she wanted in her drink; maybe she even mapped out what it might even taste like
but as soon as she saw the watermelon she was dead set on getting it
i just added the jelly bc i feel like she would like the pop of flavor
again like itadori, she is in awe at the barista's skills
praises them (i.e: YOU) for how delicious the drink is
tips a heavy amount
only goes to your cafe bc its
1) the only one she likes
2) the only one that gets her order right
3) it doesnt taste the same anywhere else
4) because you're there
honestly she loves her drink, along with you, of course <3
fushiguro megumi
at first i feel like he wouldnt order
like anything at all
in his wiki it literally says his least favorite foods are sweets
FUCK megumi cmon man
but surely enough with obvious peer pressure from nobara, yuuji and of course gojo himself he orders a pretty plain but easy drink to make
he seems like the type of person to just go for something like plain as shit
i would probably wince at his drink but be thankful that he's ordering such an easy ass drink but who am i to speak i just like working where i work
megumi would order a jasmine tea with a lemon wedge
on some occasions iced, but sometimes hot
mostly depending on the season or what time he comes in
unlike itadori and kugisaki
when you see him take the first sip his eyes widen lightly
from the corner of your eyes you see him observe the drink and then at the menu
you dont know what he's doing and you think you might have upset him with the drink
you didnt
you really really didn't
he's just trying to memorize the drink he got in order to come back and get the same thing
and see you again
gojo satoru
good god
he would be a customer that would be so funny to have on slow shifts
but absolutely repulsive to have during rush hours
he comes in with his rowdy kids students and pays for all of them
what a good man!
or so you thought
a horrible thought, really
cause as you're making his drink he's nothing but an absolute menace
again, i will shift to the wiki: he likes sweet things
he also DID get that kikufuku sweet while people were literlally dying props to him all the way
even though he may a little goofy, he's still nice and respectful to you!!
i see him as another person getting a bubble tea
balls in his mouf
but satoru would get a brown sugar bubble milk tea
I KNOW IT SEEMS SO BASIC BUT
HEAR ME OUT
the sweetness amounts to his insane sweet tooth
the sweetness of the brown sugar mixes well with the already sweetened milk tea along with the chewy pearls at the bottom
literal STARS explode behind his eyes
he was the same expression, but more intense than that of his own students, when he takes the first sip
the audible slap over his mouth is heard by you and you wonder what happened
yeah he loved the drink, and you
safe to say, him and the first years came to visit you when you were in way (or not) for a late night drink
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i was gonna do nanami, getou, yuuta, inumaki, and some others but im lazy and i want to go bed; if you want more pester me and send me hcs in my inbox thanks i love yall <3
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ARI FIRST THINGS FIRST I'M SORRY I DIDN'T TAG U I DIDN'T WANNA PRESSURE U OKAY I'M SORRY second of all how many of them can i ask about bc......... what if i wanna know about all of them? what then ari???? have u thought about that?????? okay okay no but i do NEEEED to know about sappy drunk!sugu bc helloo??? that sounds so good and also woLFY SUGU AND LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD????? you're crazy i'm so obsessed already and actually sick!satoru too bc he's gonna be such a baby i need to hear about it OK ONE MORE BECAUSE NOBARA??? OH MY GODD SKATERGIRL NOBARA PLEAAAAASEEE that's literally genius wow i can't wait to hear about all of them i'm so excited!!!!!!!
- @softgirlgonehaywire
MICKEY PLS DONT APOLOGIZE PHSJDHD i wasnt planning on doing it at first cause i didnt know if ppl would be interested 😭😭 BUT then i saw that u and everyone else was doing it so i immediately caved AND IM SO GLAD I DID u picked some of my personal faves !! ari/mickey connection going steady hehe
i’d apologize in advance for making this long but i feel safe w u this is just our average communication let’s go <33 here is some tea for u while u read !! 🍵
OKOK SOOOO first of all ; sappy drunk!sugu x reader….. yes. this one is sooooo special to me its been downright rotting in my drafts since the beginning of time and its literally all written out ?? but i need to delete some stuff n polish it overall….. </3
BUT yeah the plot is basically just: sugu goes out to a bar w satoshoko, gets drunk even though he literally never gets drunk, and so reader discovers that he is, in fact, the sappy kind. (shocker!) it’s just sooooo sickeningly fluffy and he’s so whipped. ☹️☹️ he’s like a puppy. all he can think of is reader and how much he wants to put a ring on their finger HE’S SOOOOO
here are a couple snippets hehe. literally just disgusting amounts of Fluff for my soul
sho 🚬 : anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him
sho 🚬: he’s crying.
you: HUH????????
you: WHY??? 😭😭😭
sho 🚬: dude i dont know
sho 🚬: pls come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up
”— and i have you.”
a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real.
he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat. a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene.
”my angel.”
that peaceful smile changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
”sugu,” you whine, dragging his name out childishly. ”we need to sleep…”
”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”
i just think sugu has so much love in his chest that he like Never lets out bc he knows it can feel overwhelming unless he shows it in small doses but then he gets drunk and everything just SPILLS out . idk but my knees would buckle
AND THEN ….. wolf/hunter!sugu x little red riding hood!reader OHHHH MICKEY IM SO HAPPY U ASKED…. this concept entered my brain and has Not left even once but its still just this vague idea in my head. im just so interested in fairy tale aus!! i figure its probably gonna end up kinda twisted? or maybe a mix between sweet/twisted if i can pull it off 😭😭 bUT the main idea is that sugu plays the part of both the wolf AND the hunter, reader doesnt know who to trust but sugu is their only option either way. at first i was thinking of making him like a whole Wolf Man but now im leaning towards it being more symbolic … the trustworthy hunter was the ”wolf” all along yk? IM SO FOND OF THIS ONE i cant wait to write it !!! ive been itching to write something a lil more gritty anyhow :33
AND AND SICK!TORU X DOTING!READER ….. our babyboyyyy he’s so :((( he’s just so sick and delirious and trying to convince reader that he’s Fine Actually but he’s just burning up :(((( and so he has no choice but to face the terrifying reality of Being Taken Care of By Someone He Trusts. horrifying. as soon as he’s slightly better he’s just throwing himself over u and begging for kisses though (he’s an opportunist <33)
this is another one that’s just veryyyy fluffy n sweet!! AND another one that i have written out i just need to delete a lot of stuff bc its like . over 10k i think I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK…… 😭😭
aaand here r some snippets from this one!! just overflowing w gojo love <333 he’s our sweetiepie our little baby angel i need him tucked into bed
”really, baby,” he slurs, voice raspy and dry. attempting to get up, arms straining under his shivering body. ”there’s no need f’ —”
unceremoniously, his limbs give out beneath him, and he tumbles back down. face falling back into the mattress, as he croaks out a meek little wince.
(the sound makes your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.)
”ah,” he hums, muffled into the sheets. resisting the urge to close his eyes. ”that’s… annoying.”
”baby, i think my fever’s going up again…” satoru pouts, looking up at you. ”can you check?”
a raise of your eyebrow. you give him a smile. ”this is the fifth time you’ve asked me to check your temperature, toru.”
”just wanna make sure,” he whines. ”please?”
an exaggerated sigh. then you’re leaning down, soft lips meeting his forehead, humming against his skin — and, just like last time, and the time before that, his temperature hasn’t gone up. ”you’re good.”
”oh, thank god,” satoru exhales. ”are you sure? like, a hundred percent sure? maybe you should check again. just in case.”
”you’re cute,” satoru croons, still cradling your cheek. tenderly, soft fingertips against your heated skin. all you manage is a meek little furrow of your brows, but that only makes him chuckle again.
after a silent moment, you part your lips. ”… you can.”
he blinks. still smiling.
”stay forever, i mean.”
yeahhhhhh. yeah. u know how it is. (i am consumed by love for this silly little 28 year old man)
AND FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST … skatergirl!nobara x reader <333333 my most beloved ever. i only have a vague outline but im sooo in love w this concept mickey im overjoyed that it caught ur eye….. just . picture nobara being covered in hello kitty band aids bc she’s not very good at skating but she just thinks it’s SO fun and she goes to the skate park w maki while wearing acrylic nails and she’s just having such a blast :(( grinning and giggling!!! she’s literally my daughter i adore her ….
my idea for the fic is basically just that reader has this weird one-sided rivalry w nobara bc they’re a bit jealous of her + she’s so pretty it makes them angry LOL and they assume that she doesnt notice them at all… but in reality nobara is like HIGHKEY crushing on reader she does these complicated flips JUST to impress them she’s a lovergirl!!! so it’s basically just super duper fluffy n sweet hehe <33
TYSM FOR ASKING MICKEY i had to take my time w this one hehehe . i hope u’ll enjoy these fics when theyre posted although it’ll probably take a while… COVERING U IN KISSES WATCH OUT
#THESE R ALL SOO PRECIOUS TO ME ☹️☹️ precious wips for a precious mickey#wolf/hunter!sugu literally makes me insane btw like completely unhinged#imagine meeting a hunter and he’s so reliable so strong so capable. he’s the only one you can trust.#he keeps you safe and warns you of wolves and you pretend not to hear the way his gravelly voice sometimes shifts into a growl#the way his grip around you turns just a tiny tiny bit painful . he’s just so kind. he’s the only one you can trust. the only one you have.#YKNOW??????? like hes soooooo . i dont like thinking abt twisted variations of sugu often but he’s so <333 in small doses#ANYWAY ty mickey i hope u eat a super good meal today like so good u fall into a coma right after#ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩
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JJK 0 First-Years + Gojo Watching Horror Movies HCs
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuta, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge, Panda, Tsukuyo Hiyori (not in this order)
Notice: Tsukuyo Hiyori is from a jjkxoc (additional add-ons: dad!gojoxoc, yutaxoc, megumixoc) fic called Tsuki Ga Kirei Desu Ne (TGKDN). It’s linked in my bio in case anyone wants to read it. I don’t own her or TGKDN! I’m just a fan!
This is all based off of my own personal opinion and you are free to disagree. Everyone has their own opinion.
Gojo Satoru
100% the type to laugh while watching horror movies
he’ll probably try to scare everyone too especially during those suspenseful scenes (i.e when the movie characters are silently wandering down the mysterious corridor)
eats all the caramel popcorn that Hiyori makes
probably makes fun of some of the horror movie characters for being so stupid
considering how he took photos of a super injured Megumi back when Yuji ate Sukuna’s finger, Gojo would be the type to take secret photos of everyone else when they get scared especially during jump scares (no one is safe.)
Zenin Maki
acts like she isn’t scared but actually kind of is (idk maybe it’s just me but I can see her as the type to be creeped out by those doll horror movies like Annabelle)
flinches during jump scares and scary scenes
if it’s a really bad jump scare then she might scream or go “wtf”
questions why the horror movie characters do stupid things
probably yells when the characters do something that will definitely get them killed (i.e. split up in a maze)
whacks gojo for trying to scare everyone and for eating all the damn caramel popcorn
Inumaki Toge
sips his drink while watching it
screams during the super intense, unexpected jump scares only but is fairly calm throughout most of it
he thinks the racy scenes in slasher flicks are overdone and kind of cringy
tries to scare Maki and Yuta with Panda
uses this as an opportunity to eat all the tasty snacks Hiyori makes
is the one who suggests the horror movie
Panda
wonders why all the humans are being so stupid
tries to scare Maki and Yuta with Toge
gets scared during jump scares and screams rlly loudly
probably scream queen pals with Yuta
Okkotsu Yuta
mans was literally shaking like a leaf and jumping at the slightest sound when he went on his mission with Maki
he’s definitely scared (poor bby’s trembling so much that the popcorn on his lap spills from the bowl)
screams the loudest out of everyone during jump scares and then gets embarrassed over it
buries his face in Hiyori’s shoulder to hide during the scarier/suspenseful scenes
holds Hiyori’s hand the entire time
will keep a lamp on or something for the next few nights after because what if there’s a random pig man is hiding in his closet and waiting to abduct him and force him to participate in a crazy death game (yes that was SAW reference)
Tsukuyo Hiyori
calm
she isn’t scared at all (doesn’t even jump during jump scares)
probably sees it all (including plot twists) coming from a mile away
she’s canonically just a rlly chill, calm person with rlly good deduction skills soooooo (maybe quietly comments about how unrealistic some parts are)
secretly thinks her friend’s reactions are amusing
if she’s watching a scary movie alone with Gojo then she’ll laugh with him (I hc that they watched a lot of horror movies together when she was younger)
she probably likes watching scary/horror movies since she’s canonically rlly into mystery books and those can get p scary
likes the SAW movies because of how complicated and creative the games are (likes the first movie the most cuz of the ending scene)
makes the snacks for everyone to munch on
comforts yuta and probably ends up staying in his room with him after the movie cause he’s scared still
Yuta gulps nervously while watching the main character walk down the narrow corridor with eerie music playing in the background. He tightens his hold on Hiyori’s hand to calm himself. He hasn’t even touched his popcorn but it’s already half empty because Toge’s been eating it. Maki, Toge, Panda, and Yuta watch the tv screen intently and hold their breaths when one of the doors next to the main character creeks open.
“BOOOOO!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Yuta, Maki, Toge, and Panda scream. Yuta literally jumps in his seat and the bowl of popcorn on his lap almost falls onto the ground but Hiyori catches it before it does. She puts the bowl on the coffee table while Yuta grips onto her arm for dear life.
The first-years turn to look at Gojo who’s laughing loudly and holding his phone out. “Ahahah I got all your reactions on camera” Gojo says while Maki glares at him.
“WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She shouts at Gojo and whacks him on the head with a couch pillow.
Hiyori chuckles while rubbing circles on the back of Yuta’s hand with her thumb to calm him. He sighs and leans his head on her shoulder. It’s nice to watch movie with his friends but not horror movies. He hopes they watch something else that isn’t scary during the next movie night.
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* Sorry guys but this mans been living in my head rent free
* So the first time you see Satoru it’s with those black specs he likes to wear and you get a glance at those GORGEOUS eyes
* He meets your eyes for a second before looking away, it’s the briefest of interactions
* But your heart is racing and you can feel the familiar heat of attraction starting to lap at your face
* ‘He looks just like a prince’ you think
* You find out pretty fast the ‘prince’ similarities stop at appearance
* “Ah it’s not my fault you’re so weak~” You hear him say with the princely smile as he teases Utahime
* It looks like he’s held something so high she can’t reach it
* “Try your best, if you drink plenty of milk I’m sure you’ll be tall enough one day~” he says before laughing with that same princely face
* “You shouldn’t pick on those that are weaker than you” Geto intervenes, somehow making the entire situation worse
* You watch as Gojo laughs
* You’re starting to think he might be the real curse you need to exorcise
* You continue watching him as Utahime tries to kick him in the crotch
* “You silly girl, did you forget there’s an infinity between us?” Cue Gojo’s “A-hahahahaha” laugh
* Yeah, he’s definitely a demon
* You keep your distance, Gojo’s beautiful and all, but you’re not dumb, you’ve heard about the Satoru clan.
* “Hey Geto-Kun, who do you think would win in a fight me or a lion?”
* Besides that guy is way too reckless, you’d rather not get all mixed up in that if you can help it
* You watch as Satoru takes his shirt off, his well defined chest glistening
* Still, you’re grateful for the show
* Little do you know the famous Gojo Satoru has taken note of you as well
* Naturally given his ability he notices everyone, but he especially takes note of you
* It’s not because you stand out, quite the opposite
* You blend into the background easily, supporting others when needed
* But not to the degree where you unable to defend yourself, or you’re sacrificing your own life for someone else
* He grins
* Looks like he found something interesting
* You’re at the vending machine eyes racking over the drink selection
* But there’s another thirst quenching sight right next to you, their hand resting on the vending machine, that princely smile aimed right at you-
* “So what do you say?” Satoru asks, and you start to wonder if that princely smile seems just a bit wolfish “Do you want to be my lover?”
* You’re kind of annoyed
* What an impetuous question, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve spoken to each other, and you only need both hands to count the words said in each of those encounters
* “No”
* You turn your attention back to your drink choices, it’s pleasant weather so you don’t want anything hot.
* Anything carbonated is out of the-
* Gojo moves closer, peering into your face with that grin
* Ugh does he have to stand so close
* “Why ‘no’? I know you think I’m attractive”
* “I also think you’re a womanizer with a god complex”
* And really why shouldn’t he be?
* He’s probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life, not to add the sheer power he contains in that body of his
* But just as he has the right to be a womanizer with a god complex, you have the right not to take part in that narrative
* He backs away, leaning back against the wall
* So he’s not going to deny it
* Well, at least he’s somewhat self aware
* Those clear blue eyes catch yours again, and you have to fight against every human instinct from showing any human reaction
* You turn back to the vending machine making your selection when a smile lilts onto his mouth
* “Friends then”
* “Just colleagues” you reply, grabbing your drink
* But as you walk by you push a canned beverage into his chest.
* It’s a can of green tea
* It’s his favorite drink
* He looks to you seeing a bottle glinting in your hand
* So you didn’t sacrifice your own thirst, but you also didn’t ignore his needs
* He feels that same wolffish grin curl onto his mouth
* “What an entertaining person”
* After that if you’re anywhere within a 50 feet radius of him he’ll go out of his way to get your attention
* “Oh wow, looking especially radiant this morning (Y/N/N)” he’ll say with a playful seductive wink
* When you don’t respond he tries annoying you instead
* “Ah you can’t reach that? Here let me-” and then he’ll proceed to hold it even further out of your reach
* He’s expecting you to jump up and down, or at least give some sort of response but you just walk away
* Well that wasn’t what he expected
* He feels that grin spread across his face again
* Very interesting
* His attraction to you is pretty shallow
* He’s interested you because you’re entertaining
* And you’re entertaining because you aren’t interested
* Which only makes him that much more interested in you
* Its a paradox
* You watch him flounder around, annoying Utahime for a giggle
* Well it doesn’t matter anyway, you know how he is, he’ll get bored soon enough and lose all interest in you
* He’s not the strongest {f*ckboy} for nothing
* You see him turn to meet your gaze, offering a boyish smile and a wink
* You make sure not to give any reaction, turning to listen to something Shoko is telling you
* You hope he can’t sense the twinge of heat you feel on your face
* You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the attention a little flattering
* I think for the most part you’re right, Satoru is mostly playing around-
* At least at first.
* You’re just something new and fun no one knows about, and wildly entertaining since you never respond the way he thinks you will
* You’re kind, but not at the expense of yourself, and he likes that
* Besides you’ve got this quite sort of consideration for others-
* It’s not flashy, it’s so subtle most people hardly notice
* It’s in the way you bring an extra snack for Utahime when she’s running herself ragged training
* “They were having a two for one special”
* Or the way you’ll get your teacher a plushie you saw at a shop at the station because you know he needs more
* “I just thought it was cute, but I haven’t got any room for another one”
* You’re quiet, someone who hears things and she’s things, but never says anything about them
* A wallflower
* But you’re not weak
* There’s something about those two things put together in the same person that entertains him to no end. Like a paradox or a puzzle he can’t seem to solve no matter how hard he tries
* Satoru’s had at least a hundred lovers, and a great many of them had provided him with their own brand of kindness and consideration
* But he’s never felt something as warm as when he see’s a lunch box in his dorm after he hobbles back from a mission that lasted a little longer than expected
* He peers at the note attached, it’s not even signed but he knows it’s from you
* “I know you think you’re god or whatever, but even gods have to eat”
* He doesn’t know why, but he’s overcome with the urge to cry
* He gulps hard- it’s not like this a lunch you made by hand or anything, it’s just something from the convenience store
* And it’s not like this note is particularly affectionate or special either, he’s gotten entire love letters from his previous lovers
* So he’s not sure why he saves your note, placing it behind a picture frame where only he’ll know it is , or why he thinks that convenience store lunchbox is the most delicious thing he’s ever had
* Even though he knows he cares about you, and that he’s grown quite fond of you -
* I don’t think it clicks for him
* And part of that is because well, he’s Gojo Satoru
* He collects lovers like some people collect photographs or memories
* They serve their purpose, and he lets himself be entertained by pretending all the feelings are real, and then he moves on to the next one
* It’s just what he’s used to
* And this whole paradox you two have going on could go on for a few years until something finally shifts
* He went a little too far with one his half-flirting-half-tormenting pranks
* And for the first time you give him a reaction, it’s only for a second, but annoyance and anger mar you face
* And then just like that, it’s gone and you turn and walk off in the other direction
* Sh*t.
* He went too far didn’t he?
* It should be fine right? You’re not too mad at him right? You’ll get over it-
* Right?
* But for the next few days you don’t speak to him, and you don’t make eye contact
* It bothers him more than it should
* Normally he would be annoyed that his toy would have the gall to blatantly ignore him like this-
* But this is different than that.
* He’s-
* He’s feeling regret
* He shouldn’t have acted that way to you, maybe if he had just done something differently, or said something differently-
* It’s not like the way things were between you two was ideal or anything,
* But at least then you would at least speak to him
* ... and every once in while he would get to see you smile
* It’s never at him, it’s mostly when you’re with Shoko or Utahime
* Occasionally when you’re with Nanami or Geto, who you’ve been talking to more recently
* He’s pretty sure you three are talking about him, just one day away from forming a “down with Gojo Satoru” club
* Still that smile when you laugh-
* The way you look so carefree and young and so full of life is worth all the slander in the world to him
* He needs to see that smile, to know something that wholesome and kind exists somewhere in this cruel world
* Satoru’s thinking about how to go about apologizing to you
* He’s caught between buying you a Lamborghini or buying you a special grade tool when he ends up running into you
* “Ah, could you help me with something?”
* He would quite literally give you the clothes on his back right now if you asked
* You stand up on a a chair holding a glass of water
* “Apparently this is supposed to help with concentration or something” You say pressing the glass full of water to the ceiling
* “Can you hold this broom?” You ask and Satoru nods, holding the broom handle steady as you make sure it’s pushed against the glass holding it steady
* You nod approvingly down at him
* The rest happens pretty fast, you’re off the chair, carrying it away
* “The broom is actually a special grade tool, so cursed energy won’t work on it”
* You grin
* “Have fun figuring how to get out of that Baka Prince!” You say with a laugh
* And Satoru is dumbfounded
* But not because you just pranked him into a holding up a glass of water with a broom
* But because as you were rushing away, you showed him your teasing grin
* It’s the first time you smiled at him
* And as he looks up at the glass of water, a smile slowly spreads across his face
* It’s not the wolffish smile he usually has when he’s around you, or the princely smile he uses when he’s trying to get something
* It’s a genuine smile
* Ah, so that’s it
* He’s fallen in love with you
* If you’re not the one entertaining him, then he’s just not interested
* Ah geez
* He was so focused on trying to get you to fall in love with him that he really didn’t see this coming
* Well he’ll have to start being serious about pursuing you now-
* Though for you to pull off something like this on him tells him you’re his ideal match without a doubt
* A wallflower with a mischievous streak, he likes that.
* He scratches his head with his free hand
* “I wonder how I’m supposed to get out of this?” He muses looking up at the glass full of water
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How the jjk men would react to your suic1de (Yuuji, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna)
CW: Mention of suic1de, angst, grammar errors, bad english, probably sucks💀
Note: This can be extremely triggering! I wrote it because it helps me to cope, but please if you don't feel comfortable with certain topics don't read!Remember tho that your life is worth and you deserve to live it happy<3
Edit: I can't understand why but most of the tags don't work so if you like it (and if you want to lol) please reblog! It would be very appreciated<3
Itadori Yuuji: he hasn't been the same since that day. He continued to look happy, but inside he knew that something had changed forever. He found your lifeless body on the bathroom floor with an empty medicine box, he immediately tried to feel your heartbeat, then he tried countless ways to wake you up, in the hope that you were still alive. After he realizes he has lost you forever, he just sat next to you, starting to cry. He knew you were sad, in fact he always tried to cheer you up, but he didn't succeed. And he blames himself for that.
Fushiguro Megumi: when he found your body he screamed, immediately asking someone for help. Then he went to Gojo, crying, almost unable to formulate a meaningful sentence. He was deeply shocked, which is why he perhaps went to him and not to someone else, he needed the consolation of the only adult who was close to him, after all he was just a boy. When they took your body away for the funeral he resisted, not wanting you to leave, even though you had already abandoned him. It took him days to calm down a little, Yuuji and his friends have always tried to make him feel better, but even after everything returned to normal a veil of sadness was always visible on his face.
Gojo Satoru: everyone noticed a change in his usually idiotic behavior, but he never wanted to talk to anyone about it. He was the first to find your cold body and he made sure to take it away right before the students or other people saw it. He didn't cry at first, he was too shocked, but now his eyes start to tingle at just the thought of you. He didn't quite realize how bad you were, so he always had a cocky attitude, but he regrets never stopping for a moment and talking to you seriously.
Kento Nanami: he knew about your situation. He always tried to talk to your rational side, trying to convince you to go to a therapist, but you never listened to him. So, you left him a letter, telling him none of that wasn't his fault. But how could he not feel guilty? He never found your body, they just told him you killed yourself, they didn't even tell him how, for his own good. All he had was that useless piece of paper. Useless, but which he always keeps with him, wherever he goes. Since he has always had a cold and detached nature, people stopped worrying about him after a while, but they don't know that he brings your favorite flowers to your grave every morning.
Fushiguro Toji: he found your body in the bathtub after returning home from a mission. The scene was grotesque, but he didn't even flinch. He knelt in front of the tub, clenching his fists, trying to hold back his anger at you and at himself. He stroked your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face. He sat there for hours, thinking about nothing, then he decided it was time to take your body away. He had you cremated, as you always wanted. You told him casually once, but he never thought it would be his responsibility to do so. Since that day he has become darker, more threatening, he scared people but he didn't care. He spent his time trying to find a culprit, but there was no one to blame and he knew that. Even today, every time he thinks about you he gets angry.
Sukuna: when he found your body he sighed. He knew you were bad, he felt it, but he didn't know how to help you, after all he was just a curse, he couldn't understand human feelings. He took your body in his arms and sat on his throne, looking at you for hours, memorizing your every detail. He tried to heal you in many ways but it was already too late, or maybe it was better not to, even though he liked to hurt people he didn't like to hurt you, so he gave up and decided it was better to let you rest in your endless sleep. He would never admit to anyone that he had feelings for you or that he misses you, but every now and then when he thinks about you again he feels down in the dumps without understanding why, and he curses you for making him feel those strange feelings.
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I think Gojo's more of a lonely God than a cheater. He's put on a pedestal since birth and everyone wants him for his looks/power. His friends (Nanami, Shoko) and students (other than Itadori) insult him/treat him like an annoyance. I'm sure anyone would be bothered by how the people closest to him, who are supposed to support him, constantly call him a bother and don't want to be around him, so based on that Gojo probably doesn't even think he'd be fit for a relationship when everyone always brings him down. The only one who saw him as Satoru rather than "The Strongest" is probably Geto, who was almost as powerful as he is but more importantly, treated him more like a friend.
When Gege said he can't see Gojo as being faithful to a certain woman, it's probably because we've seen how women are treated in Jujutsu society, and since Gojo is so busy, if she can't keep up with him, they'll probably hardly see each other. She would have to be a very strong sorcerer who can keep up with him and sees him as a person, like Geto. Otherwise, Gojo probably can't have a relationship with a woman because they wouldn't be able to understand each other- most people wouldn't be able to understand Gojo, actually, like Gojo can't understand most people, because of the power difference. Gojo grew up with a whole different mindset after being treated differently than everyone else. Therefore, he would need a woman who is incredibly strong, almost as much as he is, to understand where he's coming from. She'd also have to be knowledgeable enough to have a deep conversation with him about Jujutsu, morals, beliefs, and future plans to plot with him. She'd have to support him, but also call him out on his bs or when he's doing something wrong, and praise him when he's behaving well while also treating him like a human being with emotions. She would most likely be the girl version of Geto, but more patient and affectionate and teach Gojo about how to care for other people and give proper affection. Most of all, she would have to have an unshakeable character, someone who will stick to her beliefs no matter what and stand her ground, even if the world is against her (and if she's with Gojo, the world will be against her). After Geto's betrayal, she'd also have to prove that she'd never betray Gojo for him to let her in, so patience is very key for this relationship. Gojo needs a partner in crime, an equal or close to it, that he can share his life with and go to when he needs help or when he feels vulnerable, someone he can let his guard down with and trust wholeheartedly. Someone who can protect "The Strongest" or be decent enough at it. Therefore, you can see how such a person (man or woman) would be very hard to find. Geto was probably the closest one to being in a real friendship with Gojo, let alone a relationship.
Also, this is just me but I personally think Gojo's too busy to have an affair/one night stands. Gege said he doesn't sleep long and in the light novels, Gojo said he has to sightsee while on missions cause otherwise he would have no time. Gojo doesn't drink either so it's hard to see him going out of his way to the bar or wherever to pick someone up. If he feels needy, he can just get off by himself like the rest of us 🥲 He also probably wouldn't go out of his way to seduce someone, bring them home, and then kick them out when he wakes up 3 hours later. That might just be me hoping he still has his v card tho lol.
Sorry for the rant too lol. Just wanted to share my thoughts and see what you thought of this cause I really love your work and how you write Gojo and wanted your opinion 💙 🙏🤔
Omg anon do not be sorry at all for this 1000000/10 ❤🙌 honestly there's nothing I can disagree on you with becuz this is exactly how I see his character as not some cheater or player who goes around messing with people MAN GOT NO TIME FOR THAT he just wants to enjoy his life becuz he's got so much shit to do and deal with and imagine the pressure of having everyone relying on you but something tells me he was wild during his highschool days and lost his v card along the way lol man has too much ego to be called an almost 30 year old virgin
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Safe Place.
Yakuza! Nanami Kento x gn Reader
Hello everyone, this fic is in collaboration with my dear friend @sunfloweroranges you can read their fic here :D
I kind of changed my writing style for this one, I'm trying out different things so let me know how it goes, feedback is always welcome, that's all from me hope you have a good time reading 💜
Summary: You're clueless
Warnings: mentions of blood, mature themes, mentions of murder and head chopping, language, yandare Nanami if you squint.
Grocery shopping is never fun when you're alone, especially making your way back home in the cold winter months, it gets dark so early.
A slight twist of your gut had made you walk back home in a faster pace. Turning your head every couple of steps, you never saw anything, yet this feeling never left even when you got through the main entrance of your apartment complex.
The elevator was broken once more, and you were already out of breath from rushing back, as you took the first steps up, your next door neighbor, who looked way too scary for your own liking bumped your shoulder on his way down.
Jeez he's in a hurry today.
Mumbling a quick apology, even though he was the one that was at fault, you quickly found the strength to run up the stairs and lock yourself in. Some short of commotion was coming from outside the complex that you didn't really care to hear.
That pink haired guy, your neighbor, who was build like a damn door, always got himself in some short of trouble, hearing him yell profanities or even throwing punches was a far too often occurance.
Why did he have to live right next door?
It's safe to say you did the best to keep the hell away from him, not that he seemed to bother with you, neitherless he was fucking scary.
Kento was ten minutes late, he was never late, except for the days that he had to clean up someone's mess, the days someone underestimated the power he held or the days someone dared speak your name. He wouldn't even tell them 'dont you dare speak their name' or anything along those lines. There was no warning when it came to mentioning yo,u only taking immediate action.
Naturally you were in the dark about all of that, Kento -or Ken as you would often referred to him as- kept you far far away from the darkness of his world. That was his way of keeping you safe and at the same time having you as his personal way out of his work and in his defence he didn't completely lie about his employment. He was an investor, just a bit of a different stock market than what you had in mind.
As far as you knew, Nanami Kento was an extremely successful business man, he chalked up his tattoo covered body as just his preferred style, since he is this good at what he does, he likes to say that his work place doesn't give a damn about his ink covered skin and the expensive gifts that he always pressures you to accept are just another benefit of his high profile job.
"Darling, I hope you didn't start without me." Wrapping your arms around your extremely sweet boyfriend you left a small kiss on his lips watching as the corners tagged upwards in an equally sweet smile the moment your lips left his.
"Of course not Ken, it's Friday remember?" Fridays are the established date nights in, you and Kento cook and dine together. More often than not you end up slow dancing to some jazz, or with you laying on his chest Infront of the fireplace, listening to his heartbeat, talking about life while he strokes your hair until the dawn.
Tossing him an apron, after he -like the gentleman he is- tied yours, you got to work on today's dish: Chorizo carbonara.
"You're never late on Fridays, bad day at work?"
You spoke while slicing some papers.
"Yeah, the stocks are all over the place and it's getting me stressed, but it's our night darling, anything else isn't of importance."
Kento always found a way of distracting you when it came to talking about his day, he is always quite vague and when his palm rested on the small of your back gazing down at you with those adoring eyes, it's hard to keep focused on anything other than him.
"Why don't you tell me about your day love?"
He always asked you that, Kento is in awful need of the calm that the mundane life you live carries. He craves to feel that, he still loves the power he holds over people, the way the mare mention of his name makes others tremble in fear of what the man will do to them shall they not comply to his requests -more accurately orders-
"Thankfully work was pretty good today, I finished grocery shopping so we could cook, I got us that wine you really loved too. The neighbor is being weird again but that's not new, maybe moving out isn't a bad idea."
Everything was like music to Kento's ears untill that last sentence. You had mentioned moving out before, but Kento always found a way to convince you not to. The rent was good, this house is close to your work, he would always reason with you until you changed your mind. He never pushed too hard fearing that you'd suspect something, but you only smiled and ended up agreeing with him.
You see, unbeknownst to you, your weird neighbor is Nanami's most trusted man, he's protecting you twenty four hours a day, even as you walked up the stairs today he dealt with another threat that was headed right your way. No, you cannot move before you know everything, but Nanami can't bring himself to break your bubble, he loves you and you love him, the real him, he would never scare you by letting you take a peek at his point of view. Maybe he should run away with you afterall.
"He doesn't look that bad, love. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt a fly."
Nanami knew he was capable of a lot more than that but it was true, your neighbor was an ally and although he would hurt lots of people, you were on the list of people to be protected and Sukuna took his bosses orders very seriously.
"Besides, my love, anyone would have to get through me first before attempting to lay a finger on you."
With the way his lips moulded on yours and his velvety tone, how could you not believe every single word that just came out of his mouth. Kento would die before letting anything happen to you, that little statement helped bring you comfort.
"You must really love my house Ken, can you pass me the butter?"
The moment your back was turned, Kento let out a breath of relief. That little voice in his head he always pushed away yelled at him to tell you everything, he burried it in the back of his mind once more.
"Can you believe that? I swear she drives me insane- Ken are you listening to me?"
That was weird, Kento always gave you his full attention. Perhaps he was tired today.
"Yes darling, you were talking about that Satoru guy, the one who annoys you at work."
Yeah you were, but that was while you were still eating, about twenty minutes ago.
"Babe, you're tired, let's go to bed, we can pick up where we left off another time, you need to rest."
The habit of staying up all night on Fridays had really stuck, but sleeping when your partner clearly needed to, is very much on schedule although it rarely ever happened.
Getting up from the sofa, tagging at Kento's arm to follow you to the bedroom had Kento irritated at how concerned you grew for him. He still feels you're too good at times, all the time to be exact.
You only heard him sigh before he pulled you back on the sofa, having lost your balance in his sudden move, you landed on top of him.
"Stay with me a little longer my love, I'm sorry I spaced out, I'm all ears for you now."
Another invitation for you to just talk to him, he didn't care about what. Kento loved the tone of your voice, how it changed pitch depending on what emotion you held or what you were talking about. His voice was quite monotone, like everyone else's around him. He had to grow thick skin and throw away all short of feelings, but everything he locked away years ago came rushing back the moment he spilled coffee on you six months ago. You hadn't even complained about the burning sensation on your skin as he helped clean you up, you just gave Kento a smile telling him that everything was fine and these things happen.
In his world they don't, someone can breathe the wrong way and lose their head, all it took was your damn smile and that statement to get him to need something different than what he had. Kento never thought he missed a thing, he found out how wrong he was that very day.
Sometimes he wished he never took the time to help you out back then, but that was only because he didn't know that he'd put you through all this.
"So I'm just sat there in a staring contest over the last price of cake, I won but my eyes still feel a bit dry."
You laughed, Kento stared down at you with a fond smile, your head on his lap and your hands tangled in his, brushing his knuckles and examining every bit of his skin with such care, God you were beautiful all over.
While Kento's hands were very interesting a small detail in the cuff of his shirt got your stomach to drop.
"Ken, is that blood?"
He swore he cleaned up, he always cleaned up before coming back to you, he never missed a single splatter. Maybe rushing home after not one, but two people tried to harm you today put him on edge.
He had missed a single drop. He was absolutely disgusted that even that tiny part of someone who dared to say the name y/n out loud infront of him and even threatened your existence was anywhere near you.
"Sweetheart that's probably tomato sauce from cooking, thanks for pointing it out, you know I hate staining my clothes, I'll go change."
Your meal didn't contain tomato sauce.
Why was your gut telling you that something was off?
Kento seemed a bit tense tonight, was it just a bad day at work?
He never really conversed on his profession. The huge dragon that started from the back of his thigh, ended on his left shoulder covering his entire back was just his 'style'. You swore you heard him talk to the pink haired man who lived next door but he told you he was on the phone. Everything little bit of suspicious behaviour you had previously payed no mind to, came to you. On top of that what was his reason to lie about a drop of blood on his sleeve? He could've said it was a paper cut or something, Why did he lie?
Behind the bathroom door Kento only cursed at him self.
Why didn't he lie better?
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