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yandere-sins · 1 year

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Guard #200

a/n: This got way longer than I wanted again, but at least some smut, hehe >:D Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting ^^

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairings: Yandere!Guard!Nanamix GN!AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Clit Stimulation, Dub-/Non-Con, Sexual Fantasies), Obsessive Behavior, Possessiveness, Restraints, Pressuring, Long Post

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"And who should believe that?"

"You, obviously."

Unable to hold back the snark in your voice, you let out a sigh, leaning as far back in your chair as your hands tightly chained to the table allowed. Questions over questions over questions, and as of date, no new answers for either of you. As if being in prison wasn't enough, you had to deal with the constant interrogations by the guards, only rivaled by having to fight off your psycho of a roommate.

It wasn't enough for the prosecution that you admitted to your guilt of trying to kill your boyfriend. Oh no. They wanted you to suffer for a way longer time than your self-defense judgment ruled. So they sent their best man (presumably) to roll you through the grinder. Ten hours a day until you'd cave in and make a mistake. Like vultures, they were waiting for you to have a slip of the tongue as they asked you about the progression of events over and over. Every interaction was recorded as you went over your version three to four times per hour, only so they could listen to the recordings again after releasing you for the day.

Tedious, annoying, and unnecessary.

There were many words to describe it, but at least their assigned torturer was a treat for your tired eyes. With all the ugly and piss-reeking prisoners around you, sitting across from a showered, shaven, and hugged-by-his-clean-uniform officer was nice. Kento Nanami looked like a salesman—a really hot one with finely toned muscles hidden under the fabric—even though he talked as if he was presenting diagrams to you. Good to look at but hard to listen to.

Glancing at the clock above the blacked-out window where his co-workers undoubtedly were following every conversation you two had, you felt yourself relax a little, realizing there was barely any time left for the day. The last few minutes, you'd simply stick out in silence, having already learned the hard way not to respond when not asked. You had the judge convinced of your innocence until the very last second, where that damn prosecutor repeated your statement about being deeply, madly in love with your (ex-)boyfriend.

It was your own fault for chuckling. You knew that now.

In the end, the judge still decided that you wouldn't have tried killing your boyfriend for his infidelity when he confessed it to you. But because of your last reaction, your sentence ended up being more on the upper end, rather than the lower one you pleaded for, by trying to convince everyone that your boyfriend attacked you after you said you'd leave him. If only you had twisted that knife after sinking it in his stomach... Then you'd actually have a reason to be in prison.

But what was done was done. You messed up by not killing your ex, but sitting across Officer Nanami was at least a better pastime than dodging your roommate and finding a hiding place where you could sleep for the night to avoid getting stabbed in your dreams. As much as he was stoic, bland, and handsome, you preferred him over anyone else in this shithole, keeping your eyes pinned on his collarbones pressing into his tight shirt with every intake of air as if it was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life.

The loudspeaker clicked on just as the hands of the clock signaled the hour coming to an end. It was nearing eight in the evening, but if you got out quickly and hurried, you might have been able to snatch a sandwich from the cafeteria. If not for bathroom breaks, you were chained to the table pretty much all the time, missing lunch and dinner on most days which was infuriating but no doubt just another simple torture of the guards to get you to confess.

“Nanami, it’s eight.”

You glanced from the loudspeaker to your personal torturer, who gave a firm nod before closing his folder with all the papers and pieces of evidence he liked to interrogate you on. You've always been a good liar, so you had no problem remembering your answers and repeating them to him even though his collection seemed to grow every day.

Sighing, you flinched from your own stomach grumbling, and quickly moved around to mask the sound, pulling your hands inches away from the table and rattling the chains. There was no reason for anyone to know how affected you already were by their methods. Guard Nanami halted, eyes cutting back to you. Raising a brow, you shook your head before rattling the chains some more.

"What?" you asked. "Hurry up and free my hands."

"Someone will come to escort you back shortly."

Just as quickly as his gaze had locked onto you, it dragged back to his orderly assortment of pens and paper that he put back inside the folder so he'd have everything ready for tomorrow. Then he picked up his cap, setting it back on his head before getting up. Looking down at you with the eyes of someone clearly thinking you were a miserable mistake, he nodded to you, saying, "Good night."

"And 'til tomorrow," you chimed after him mockingly as he left, letting out a long sigh as you waited for release.

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Heaving a quiet sigh, you rubbed your belly, trying not to let the frustration eat away at you.

Dragging yourself to your favorite corner in the dark hallway across the infirmary, you sunk to your butt, relieved you made it here without being seen. Staying inside your assigned cell and being locked in with the psycho was certain death, but as long as no one saw you and you hid well throughout the night, nobody would notice you were gone.

Once again, you made it through the day. By now, that was all that mattered. One less day of prison for you to get through and one day closer to freedom. Even though this prison and the prosecution tried so hard to make you crack, you stayed determined. With that thought, you dozed off, not noticing the shadow approaching as you hid behind an unused infirmary bed.

Your dreams didn't give you the peace you sought after, however, showing you the place you had called home for so long. It was almost as if you could feel the sun shining on you, warming you as someone gently petted your head. It manifested an even greater longing as someone hugged you in your dreams, holding you closely and trying to make you forget the horrors of your everyday life. But they caught up to you in no time. Before you knew it, you were behind bars, feeling the predatory eyes on you from the other prisoners and guards, and felt the shackles weighing you down.

Only, the sensation felt too real to be a dream.

Your eyes snapping open, you gasped, your body signaling you immediate discomfort. Whipping your gaze from side to side, your vision was still blurry from your sleep, your muscles straining instinctively as you tried to sit up. But the sound of chains rattling was all that welcomed you back to reality, forcing you back down, your chest hitting a hard surface. You were chained to a table once again, making you wonder if you fell asleep while you were interrogated. However, the position was unusual as you didn't seem to be on the side where you usually sat, but rather, on the guard's chair, strapped across the table with barely any room to move.

"You're finally awake," a voice too familiar, yet strangely smooth, noted. You forced yourself to blink away the blurriness so you could face whoever was in the room with you, your eyes darting up towards the voice, but you never got as far as to see your captor. Instead, you flinched as a light shone directly into your field of vision, blinding you with pain.

"What the fuck..." you cursed, but you felt someone shift the light, allowing you to get accustomed to the semi-darkness of the room with a few more blinks.

"Language, please. Or not. I don't care."

When you finally focused your view, you were shocked to find familiar eyes peering back with an intense fixation on you. Across from you, on the chair that you'd normally sit in, was no other but Officer Nanami, and yet, you almost didn't recognize him. His tie slipped off, and the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. No jacket wrapped around his arms, but his sleeves rolled up, and his hair loosened from the slicked-back style he usually wore, some strands falling into his face, accentuating his features beyond fairness. That, together with the spare light illuminating the room and him, he looked like a statue carved in stone. He had been handsome before, but while you liked the clean style he usually donned, seeing him so casually gave you butterflies. You damned yourself for getting the hots for your guard in this situation, but neither could you deny he was your type before, nor could you deny it now.

"You know I hate to repeat myself, but what the fuck," was all you could think of as a comeback, and for the first time ever, you saw him huff, uncharacteristically normal behavior, the corners of his mouth irking upwards before he covered them with a strategically well-placed cough.

"You should be happy it was me who found you and not any of the others."

Seeing how Nanami saw it fitting to bring you back to the interrogation room, you weren't so sure it was any better. However, you were indeed grateful not to be locked up with your psycho cellmate. But you wouldn't tell him that. Instead, you flailed like a fish out of the water, there not being a lot of room to move when you were strapped to the table, and huffed. "I'm a little too preoccupied to feel this way, I'm afraid, Sir."

He let out a curt, unfazed grunt, then reached forward towards your hands. The tips of his fingers slid under the double-wrapped chains, lifting them but a few inches away from your skin, and yet, you let out a breath of relief as if he had just peeled you out of your restraints. Nanami's eyes shot up to you, more fingers wrapping around your wrist in a strange, tingling sensation, lingering there before he eventually pulled back.

"Hm." Facing the palm of the hand that had just touched you with, towards him, and you could watch him flex and relax his joints a few times before curling his hand into a fist. "I didn't mean for it to be this tight," he admitted after a few seconds of thoughtful silence before adding, "Please bear with it."

That was not the answer you wanted. You had been waiting for an explanation, a reason, for Nanami to bring you here. He was dodging questions before you could even speak them out loud. But no matter if it was fair or not, you couldn't get trapped in his net, couldn't say anything. You could only learn to manage your disappointment before it seeped out in the form of aggressions or confessions, which he so desperately wanted.

"You know why I brought you here, don't you?" he suddenly asked, his question taking you aback.

Because he wanted answers.

It was the first thought that came to mind, and you instinctively knew it was the right one. This was after hours. No one would see anything, hear anything, unless Nanami wanted them. No one would know if he tortured you here and broke one finger after the other. But if you confessed your full guilt, he'd finally have you right where he always wanted. You knew what you had to do, even though the thought of losing your fingers wasn't a nice one.

"I have no idea if I'm honest."

His jaw ticked at your answer, feigning naive innocence, and he remained silent even though you could see the annoyed twitch in his leg. There was no tension otherwise in his body, legs crossed leisurely, body leaned back in his chair, too casual for the relationship you two had.

"After all this time, you still don't know..."

For a moment, you thought you heard a hint of desperation seeping through his voice, covered by disappointment that could mean anything. With a sigh, he uncrossed his legs, leaning forward, his hands gripping either of yours and pulling you a few more inches towards him. Then, he slipped his touch under the chains again, petting the rash that the restraints had caused with feather-light brushes.

"After hearing your complaints about your roommate, I've been looking for you every night. You had me worried sick with your absence, but I've kept quiet, finally finding you curled in some dirty corner tonight. Don't you think I deserve a... reward?"

"You think taking care of prisoners—as is your job description—makes me want to fabricate some truth you want to hear? How about unlocking the chains, and we can talk about it again? Face to face?"

Your snarky response might have revealed that you were aware of his intentions, but it was a well-deserved dig at the arrogant idea of his that he deserved anything from you. You were the one tortured and restrained every day. If anyone deserved anything, it was you.

Nanami grew thoughtful again but took your words with more grace than you would have liked. Getting under his skin would have been a nice reward, considering how composed he was always. But instead, you felt his fingers dig into your skin as he wrapped his hands around your wrists, the chains rattling as you hissed from the burning sensation it left.

"I'm inclined to. But I want you to ask me nicely."

You could feel the bile rise in your throat, disgusted by his demands. "Please, kind Sir! Won't you unlock me? I won't run away, I swear." Blergh. The thought alone made you physically sick. There was only one way to respond to his ridicule—with mockery.

"What happened to you? You're always so... correct. This isn't like you," you taunted him, forcing a mocking, concerned smile.

His stare was so intense you felt it burn imaginary holes into you as he dragged his gaze all over you, from your eyes to your lips, soaking up every move of your lips and the words coming from them. "I don't have to be this way when work's over, you know. I can be much more honest with my feelings without anyone else hearing us talk."

"And what are your feelings?"

Eyes locking with yours once again, you could feel the hairs in your neck bristle as a never-before-seen fury flamed up in his eyes. Suddenly, he snatched forward, wrapping one hand around your throat before pulling you out of your chair and towards him. "You drive me crazy," he confessed through clenched teeth as if admitting his feelings were hurting him. "And you know it."

If this was him outside of work, you might have underestimated the boring interrogator you were staring at every day, all day. Sure, he had been assertive in his questioning too. But this was downright abuse of his power, grabbing you violently just like you feared. But what you didn't expect, were his lips suddenly crashing against yours, a husky groan escaping his throat as he relished in dominating your mouth, forcing your lips apart.

You gasped briefly, trying to pull away, but the hand around your throat kept you in place as he slid his tongue down yours, a strong muscle exploring every inch of your mouth hungrily. When he said 'crazy,' you would have never believed he meant this kind of crazy! Crazy angry or crazy frustrated, maybe! Not crazy with passion!

It was sheer impossible to escape him, and he knew it, enjoying the experience to the fullest. You were a hundred percent sure he expected your struggles. But he didn't expect you to lean into him. Closing your eyes, you prayed for it to be over soon, but when he felt you accepting him, he exchanged the grip on your throat for a grip on the back of your head, pressing you up and into him as much as your restraints allowed. Nanami had long risen from his chair, so he hovered over you, letting out satisfied grunts and huffs as he tortured you with his tongue, again and again, needily unearthing every secret of your mouth.

At least it's him, you thought to yourself. Better Nanami than any other disgusting inhabitant of the prison. You never thought you'd get out unscathed anyway, and perhaps it was easier when it was a guard that you found conveniently attractive when there had to be someone to lay hands on you.

Only when he pulled away, hand sliding forward to cup your face and wipe away the exchanged spit from your lips, did you realize this wasn't just a pure act of lust. There was a dark affection hidden behind inquisitive eyes that seemed to want to explore your very soul. But his gentleness had to have its limits.

"Still got nothing to say to me?" Nanami asked, and you shook your head immediately. You knew that all his kindness came with a price that you weren't willing to pay. So when you opened your eyes, you glared at him with determination, making sure that he knew you'd never break, never reveal the truth he wanted desperately.

"Fine, let's try something different."

Getting up from his chair, he walked around the table and out of your sight. You felt his arm snake around your waist before he hoisted you up into a stand and pulled the chair out from under you completely, making you rely on his support. "Hey, what are you--!" you complained, suddenly feeling a twinge of panic rise despite your best efforts to stay composed. But Nanami was unsympathetic as he pulled down your pants with ease. You cursed yourself for wearing your overalls only halfway up your body—a decision Nanami had constantly reprimanded you for—the upper half merely tied around your waist and making it much too easy to bare your naked ass in one swoop of his hand.

"That's assault!" you yelled, completely taken aback by his actions.

"And?" he casually returned. "Who's going to believe it? There's no one here to witness us, and you don't think they'll take you seriously if you tell anyone, do you?"

The fact he was right was infuriating. Even more so than his hand landing on your ass, making you yelp. "I've tried to be nice, you know?" he muttered before sighing. "I've been doing overtime every day since accepting this task of making you talk. And I am tired of it. This ends now."

Another slap, but you clenched your teeth in preparation this time, holding back the frustration and humiliation you felt. This wasn't about him! Nothing was! Why couldn't he just leave you alone? Why couldn't he accept your version and your sentence, even if it was a lie?

"Tell me you did it, and this will be over. Tell me you stabbed that idiot on purpose."

Shaking your head, you refused to give in. Truth be told, for a moment, when he kissed you, you thought he wasn't that bad of a guy even though he had very strange methods of conveying his feelings. "Tell me," he kept urging. "I want the truth and nothing but."

Slap. The burning tingle sent a shockwave through you like nothing ever had. One that made you sniffle but also made your core clench like a bitch in heat. Your boyfriend had been way too vanilla, a blowjob and five times in-and-out guy before he rolled over and fell asleep, so you never got to experience anything more exciting than missionary and being asked if he made you feel good. It was nothing like the tantalizing feeling of Nanami's palm remaining on the burn, heat spreading from his hand before he lifted it, fingertips teasing the irritation until the last second as he brushed them over it with a feathery touch.

Only to strike out again.

This time, you couldn't stay silent, a gasp pushing through your teeth before fading into a whimper. You wanted to hide behind your hands so badly, but all they could do was rattle and strain against the chains. "Good," Nanami declared, and you weren't sure what he meant when you felt his hand slide down the curve of your ass, fingertips reaching lower until you felt them probe against your entrance. For the first time, you started to actively struggle, having forgotten the one arm he had used to hold you up from underneath you and immediately getting lifted off the ground until you were on your tiptoes, unable to move without risking falling over.

"Don't make me take it back," he warned you. You bit your lip, having to endure the sensation of his palm cupping your thigh this time, wandering upwards in a painstakingly slow motion. "I imagined," Nanami muttered, though you could only give him half of your attention. "What it would be like to fuck you over this table so many times."

What?

"Every day, I have to sit across from you, watch you flaunt and twist your body for me as you make up your lies. And I imagine slipping off a shoe, pressing my foot right here to keep you still for once."

Without warning, Nanami visualized his words into your mind, finding your sweet spot above your cunt, and flicking his nail over your clit with careful precision. Even if he were to let you go right then, you'd still be on your tiptoes as electric sparks ran through you, making you arch your back and mewl. Like the torturer he was, he began showing you the exact rubbing motions he had come up with in his mind when he pictured pleasing you beneath the table.

His fingers imitated a vibration better than your toys did back when you still needed to please yourself. Short, controlled left-to-right strokes, then the gentlest caresses of his fingertips, petting you like a little kitten. You could feel your muscles tense, shaking from the strain your body went through as you wanted to escape and lean into his touch at the same time. He shouldn't have been allowed to be so good with his hands when he was such an asshole.

However, as you felt yourself edging closer and closer to the sweet release of the damned, Nanami suddenly pulled away, causing you to gasp loudly as your bubble of pleasure was popped suddenly. "Don't stop--!" you whined, realizing much too late what words were leaving your mouth. Without realizing it, Nanami had an iron grip on you, forcing you to play his game too well and making you fear for everything there was to lose.

"Oh? Someone decided to speak again. Do you want more?"

Placing his pointer and middle finger to your entrance, Nanami probed again, dipping in an inch before missing it and slipping through your lips to the front, once again perturbing your poor little knob pulsing with hot need. "Tell me what the truth of what happened, and I'll fulfill your wish."

"No! Ne—hngh! Never!"

Back at your clit, Nanami continued his assault, adding twisting and long, deliberate strokes with his whole palm to push and pull at the nerve endings for as long as needed to make you gasp and shudder again. "I'll admit I like this side of you. How does it feel to not be in control for once?"

Pulling his hand away once again, you withheld the urge to scream bloody murder as you were once again denied to feel the relief you sought. As much as it pained you to admit, he was right. You definitely weren't in control over the situation, your reactions, and even your feelings—a dangerous mix considering what was at stake.

"I don't like this side of you at all, you fucking asshole--"

Slap. With no warning, Nanami brought his hand down against your butt again before slipping his hand down the roundness of your cheeks and burying his fingers in your slick. You mewled and moaned, but when his second arm reached between your legs from the front to play with you, you were nothing but a whimpering, panting mess, burying your face in the table.

"Language, please. You can tell me everything without insulting the person making you feel good."

There was an undertone of amusement in his voice, but you had no time to return a witty comment as he dug deep inside you, curling his damn fingers against your walls, your pussy spreading and wrapping around him eagerly. That traitor, you thought, cursing at your body being wet and welcoming to his antics as you felt Nanami spread his fingers in scissoring motions, your cunt making a pleased, sloppy pop! when he finally pulled them out.

Only to go right back in again. Mercilessly, Nanami carved you out in a most delicious way, your core doing somersaults every time he brushed past the good spots. There was a barely noticeable shift on your feet as your body decided to rock back into his hand. Just slightly, but enough for him to get cocky.

"Got anything to say?"

"N-No..."

"And now?"

"Ngh! S-Stop--!"

"Not until you tell me what I want to hear."

Hooking you on his fingers, Nanami pulled you upwards until there was barely any room left to stand on your toes before he pulled out, catching your body with his arm around your waist before it could cascade to the ground. "You're so mean," you whimpered, realizing that he could tell whenever you neared your orgasm. He couldn't possibly know you well-enough, so perhaps he was simply experienced. Or all this time spent watching you had been enough to reveal all your cues to him; you'd probably never know. Either way, losing the stimulation even though he teased you with light touches against the hot, dripping wetness soaking your skin, all you felt was horror and shame.

On the other hand, your stomach was no longer filled with hunger and frustration, just need and pleasure. Knots filled the emptiness in you, and you were waiting for Nanami to release them all at once, exploding fireworks in you like your selfish boyfriend never could. Your need was palpable in the room, making you greedy no matter how much you restrained yourself. It gave you all the worst ideas, from how it would feel if Nanami was the one on top of you. How big his cock must be when his hands left these enormous marks on your ass, and what kinds of things he'd do with you if you gave in.

No.

No, you couldn't. You absolutely mustn't give in to him, no matter the cost.

"... can't."

"What?" he asked, perking up at the sound of your voice even though he was busy fucking you with just two joints of his long, slick fingers, shallowly sliding in and out, teasing your need to be filled to the brim by him.

"Maybe you can't do it."

"Do what?" you could hear the hints of irritation, feel them in the way he let his fingers spread and close at your entrance over and over as impatient punishment. And you smirked, knowing he was hooked now.

"You can't make me cum. It's taking you a long time, for sure."

The silence was delicious to you, having hit a sore spot, apparently. Then, Nanami let out the faintest of laughs, sounding uncharacteristically beautiful, before pressing his fingers back in with one skillful push. Working simultaneously at your clit and pumping his fingers in and out, it wasn't long until he led you back to the edge of orgasm, making you mewl and shudder as he found the right methods to please you, his movements so naturally as if he belonged to your body. To your pleasure. At the last second, the last pump of his fingers, you felt your body tense, your back arching as you stretched on your tiptoes to accommodate him, and Nanami...

Nanami stopped.

He did so with what felt like the force of a cold ice bucket thrown over your head. Pulling away and stepping a few steps back, even taking his body warmth away from your dripping cunt, was the worst kind of torture. You tried to push yourself over the edge, clenching your walls and releasing them, imagining once more what it would be like to be fucked by his massive cock. But with tears shooting into your eyes, you failed, curling into yourself on top of the table as you had to realize he wasn't going to come back to finish this. No matter the number of deep breaths you took, the frustration was hard to settle, even though you got what you wanted—it was finally over.

"Wow..." you muttered, the knots in your stomach tightening painfully. The sound of his shoes made your brain aware of Nanami's presence, even though he kept a respectful distance as he walked back to his chair. You heard him sniff something, then forced your eyes to watch him lick his fingers with an unfittingly stern expression. Sitting down across from you, you could see the bulge in his pants, not even hidden behind the dim light or the tight uniform trousers. Seeing this and knowing he had to manage just as much self-restraint as you had to was your only solace.

"Thanks for nothing," you chuckled, forcing a mocking grin at him before letting your body weight relax on top of the table again. No more strain was needed, with your orgasm completely ruined.

"You can thank me after you beg me to make you cum. These games of yours don't work on me."

"Wouldn't be so sure about that," you muttered into the table, feeling exhausted. But there was gratification in knowing you had won, even though the price had been incredibly frustrating. Instead of fighting the chains, you merely flattened your palm, your fingertips barely reaching his chest. You dragged them downwards, feeling his abs underneath his shirt. Nanami caught your hand, clutching it painfully tight for a moment before he let out a tense breath, leaning down to press your tips against his lips.

"Next time, I'll make you talk, I promise."

"Tough luck," you huffed back, undeterred by his determination. With all the tension between you two disappearing into thin air, you were incredibly exhausted. Even so, your brain managed to still think straight and watch him close his eyes as he pushed his lips against the tips of your fingers repeatedly, almost reverently, as if he was in a silent prayer.

"Why me?" you whispered, and Nanami's expression turned softer, eyes never opening as he mumbled back, "Why you, I wonder."

Then, his eyes snapped open again, dark but sharp as always, his gaze drilling right through the shell of your body and into your very soul. You couldn't read him at all, neither the stoic, assertive guard version of him nor his after-hour, dominant human self. But at the same time, you learned two things that day. Two things that frightened you even after he undid the chains on your hand and left you alone in the interrogation room for you to pick yourself up and drag yourself out. Two things that made all your plans to sit out your sentence and return to your normal life much more difficult.

One, you really, really wanted him to make you cum.

Two, his reason for being so determined to catch your lie was so much worse than you could have ever expected.

"Because if I can make you confess, no one can stop me from making you all mine."

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yunalinwrites · 2 months

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jjk fics i'll never write (but maybe you will!)

i have a bunch of fic ideas i dont think i'll ever get to bc saved by the bell is taking rlly long and i don't have a lot of time (╥﹏╥)

i still wanna see them come to life tho so i think im just gonna throw them out there for anyone who wants to use lol

idk maybe ill write these eventually but even in that case im not gonna stop anyone else from using them as well

go ahead and alter however u like, but tag me if u use!! im letting u peek in my brain >:)

and even if ur not a writer these can just b like imagination prompts for when u go to bed LMAO

"love is work" - nanami kento x reader

summary: title is self-explanatory tbh--the idea that nanami kento views love as work could be applied to any scenario. but, i think it would be interesting for the reader to be the person he meets at the bakery. maybe the bakery is a family business, so the reader's work is literally driven by familial love. although, im not sure if that means they agree or disagree with nanami about love being work.

alternatively, the reader could be a co-worker of nanami's.

conflicts/themes:

serving oneself vs. serving others

what makes love/work worth it?

"meet cute" - fushiguro megumi x reader

there are so many canon strangers to lovers opportunities with megumi lol.

like, being the person "hitting on" (asking for directions from) fushiguro during that one juju stroll.

or the person getting robbed and saved by the 1st year crew, also from juju stroll. (also applicable for yuji and nobara x reader)

there's also the light novel chapter where megumi and yuji stalk gojo at a maid cafe, so maybe the reader works at the maid cafe, and the very stoic but handsome megumi catches their eye. this scenario could also be applicable to yuji x reader or gojo x reader.

there's also an original scenario i was thinking of cuz megumi likes reading (specifically non fiction) so what if the reader was a worker at a book store or a librarian. maybe they know about sorcery already because they read a non-fic book about it and recognize his uniform when he walks in.

also i haven't seen a megumi x tsumiki's friend!reader, esp considering that one girl when tsumiki is confronting megumi about bullying lol. this one could have an interesting conflict bc that girl urged tsumiki to do the test of courage that ended up getting her cursed! so then how would megumi deal with his love interest (the reader) also being the person somewhat at fault for his sister's demise?

not a meet-cute prompt but generally i think it would b interesting in any megumi fic for gojo to be a conflict. like, as megumi's father figure, he doesn't want megumi to end up like him and suguru, so he's very hesitant about letting megumi fall in love with someone since "love is the most twisted curse of them all." but i think in the end, he might realize that love/the reader is exactly what will stop megumi from turning into suguru, so gojo ends up giving the reader his blessing.

"sugar makes blood thicker" - geto suguru x reader

tw: spoilers for gojo's past/hidden inventory/star plasma vessel/premature death arc, angst, DARK CONTENT, self-destructive behaviors, self-harm, eating disorders

summary: reader is a student at jujutsu high in 2006, alongside geto and gojo. reader is from the kamo clan and uses blood manipulation. they've been taught to keep a very strict diet to optimize the viscosity of their blood. just like how geto hates the taste of cursed spirits, reader hates the taste of their diet. they fall in love with each other, because they've finally met someone that makes them feel understood.

if you want to go even darker, the reader's technique may involve cutting (kind of like marie from gen v)

conflicts/themes:

what's the point of fighting for a world that's done nothing for you in return? ("what has the world done for me lately?")

sugar makes blood thicker, which i can imagine is harder to control for a blood manipulation user

gojo satoru is the opposite of the reader: he eats however he pleases, which includes lots of sweets, so it's hard for the reader to be around him/doesn't like him. as a result, it's also hard for geto to have to pick sides between his best friend and the reader

ending: canon ending; geto chooses reader over gojo; they turn evil and run away together with nanako and mimiko. although it could also be interesting for geto to choose gojo over the reader, or if there's somehow a happy ending for everyone here.

I have no title for this one but gojo x megumi's older sister reader

self-explanatory. during the 2006 arc, after gojo kills toji. they raise megumi together <3

"if only i could go back" - any character x reader

summary: this is pretty self-indulgent lol this one's for everyone who wants to heal everyone's trauma and just have a happy ending lmao. i had this idea of the reader either being a sorcerer or a curse who has the power to grant one wish but in doing so sacrifices themselves (they die). so, obviously, they're in high demand by everyone:

megumi wants to heal his sister

gojo wants to bring suguru back

geto wants to rid the world of non-sorcerers

toji wants his wife back

shoko wants her friends back

etc

some situations the reader may find themselves in are being held at the school so that nobody can use their power unless absolutely necessary. or maybe they were captured by the curse users.

technicalities about the reader's power: they can't grant their own wish, but they have full autonomy over whose wish they can grant, meaning the only way that someone could get their wish granted is through befriending and persuading the reader.

conflicts/themes:

characters having to choose between their wish (which kills the reader) and their fondness of the reader (wanting the reader to stay)

will they truly be happy if their wishes are granted?

how does the reader feel about being the method of people's desires but not actually being the desire?

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alr im done yapping

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [3] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) i keep forgeting to add that this isnt beta-rread..all of my stories arent so yeah shshs Notes: ah, i feel like this story will be lengthen more than 8-10 chapters shshshs i wanted to add a little spice anyways thanks for all the comments uwu ily all!

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“Y/N-chan!!!”

You cringe in embarrassment as soon as you hear that awfully familiar and cheerful voice, you could barely remember this man and the events that transpired the night before but here he was, acting like your new best friend. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go here but you needed clarity. Surely you didn’t just legally marry a man at an Izakaya out of all places last night?

“Oh, you actually did marry him.” Gojo Satoru proclaims as soon as you take a seat across him, he gestures around his face, “I could tell by your whole, ‘I hope this guy is messing with me’ face. You have it, signed and sealed. Even got the cute matchy rings that I had one of my assistants delivered.”

You pale at the thought of his assistant coming in with a silver ring. Wasn’t he sober? How could he not have stopped you two from doing something as reckless and stupid as this? Weren’t older men supposed to be more responsible than this?

“Why the hell didn’t you stop us?” You groaned, burying your face in your hands, embarrassment painted all over your features.

“I was just as drunk as you two.” He confessed, scratching his head, “probably even more drunk but anyways back to the topic in hand, I only remembered it when the same assistant came in and congratulated me about it. It’s good I had your number on my phone before you two bailed.”

“So you don’t really remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” Gojo grinned, this guy was a maniac, how did the serious man you met just this morning have friends like this? You probably wouldn’t even last long, “I did call Nanami-”

He’s cut off by the rough sound of someone pulling a chair out, you immediately jump on your seat when you realize it’s Nanami Kento, the guy from this morning. The man you had recklessly married!

“This better be some prank you’re pulling, Satoru.” His voice was anything but kind that you almost wanted to hide behind Gojo’s back.

“Hey, hey.” Gojo raises his hands, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t force you into anything and stop scaring your poor little partner.”

Nanami snaps his gaze towards you and you notice how his eyes soften just a bit when he sees your red ears and your eyes looking away from him, “You better call Geto and fucking fix this, I refuse to bother this young-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, still shy and red, “It’s...fine...I just…Please don’t think I’m burdened by it. It was technically my fault for even agreeing immediately.”

Nanami clenches his jaw and turns away, “Nevertheless. L/N-san’s young. I hope to not be such an uncouth man like you.” he retorts, voice sharp as he eyes the white-haired businessman up and down. Gojo, seemingly used to it, rolls his eyes behind his dark shades.

“Maybe you guys should try it out.”

The blonde man looks like he’s about to smite the white-haired man out of existence yet Satoru remains oblivious to his friend’s gaze, “Don’t ya think so? It will take a while for those divorce papers to settle in so why don’t you two go out and get to know each other? Who knows…” he sing-songs the last part and Nanami is so close to chunking his briefcase towards the tall businessman, not even caring

“Ah, he’s not exactly wrong, Nanami-san.” you try to calm him down, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listening to this idiot’s idea.” Nanami replied, gaze narrowing.

“Not really but you have some problems I can help you out on and I have problems that you can help me out on...Of course, the last say is on you...”

“Told you I actually had a brain.” Satoru piped in.

“Shut up, Satoru.” he quips, then turns to you, “I’m thirteen years older than you, L/N-san. I have two high school kids that could pass off as your siblings, and-”

“Well, I technically did marry you.”

“You were drunk.”

“Doesn’t exactly really excuse it.” You laugh nervously, “The whole divorce process usually lasts up to a few months, some even takes a whole year. I could help you out with the boys and I can use you to ward my family off from moving back home.”

Nanami is quiet for a moment, actually thinking about it. Weighing the pros and the cons, not only would you be able to help him out but you’d also be able to get Gojo and blind-dating out of his back.

There really wasn’t anything he could loose, really.

“Or you two might fall in love.” Satoru teases, making Nanami throw him another side-eye, as if saying ‘I dare you to say another word.’

It’s a Thursday today and Sukuna absolutely loathed Thursdays apparently because it reminded him of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. They all were far from the weekend Everyone seems to be happier than usual though. Maybe it was because you were there teaching some basic shit at the board or something.

“...and if we transfer this here and change the positive to a negative, you’ll end up having five as your answer.” You smile, placing your chalk down, “Does anyone have any questions?”

Echoes of no’s resonated throughout the room.

“Alright then, let’s end the lesson here so you guys can have an early lunch. I don’t think an assignment is in order since many of you were able to get a perfect score in the activity awhile ago.” You winked. A couple of whoops resonated throughout the whole class right after.

As the kids shuffle out of the room of the class, Sukuna remains behind. The ojisan had cooked them something delicious this morning and he wanted to eat it in peace without that pesky Nobara grabbing a share from his bento and Yuuji’s annoying babbles about horror movies with his best friend Junpei (the only one who was really bearable was Megumi, really)

“Sukuna-kun?” you called out, snapping him out of his small trance, “Are you alright?”

He notices a glint of worry in your eyes, he had to admit since his transfer here last Monday, you were the least annoying teacher in the academy the blue-haired professor in Japanese literature was absolute shit since he loved to tease him a lot and that bald-headed teacher in science who looked a lot like Mike Wazowski was an annoying twerp who loved dawdling in him and Yuuji’s business and you were kind of good at your job. Not only did his idiot of a brother stop coming to him and their ojisan for help in math but he could actually do the worksheets right and get an actual decent grade at it.

“Yeah.” he roughly replies.

“That’s good.” You smiled, he watched as you bind their worksheets together and clip them in utmost delicacy, “You should head to the cafeteria now, I heard they’re serving milk bread today.”

Without saying anything more, you left the room, leaving him there in the silence.

Well, the Christmas tree idiot was right.

You kind of had a motherly aura on you and it didn’t even look forced.

No wonder, everyone in this room was whipped for you despite your subject being a pain in the ass.

“You look like an idiot.” You mumbled as you slapped Mahito’s hand away in annoyance, your workmate wiggling his eyebrows like the little shit he is.

You completely forgot you did have someone like Gojo Satoru in your life and it was one of your co-workers, Mahito, a Japanese literature teacher who was too nosy for his own good.

“You’ve got a ring on your ring finger and a mailman comes in and gives you an invite for Zen’in Toji’s fortieth birthday.” he whistles, “Even Jogo-sensei gossiped by the water cooler awhile ago, saying that you had eloped with the man. Not that I’m judging you or anything...”

You choke on your saliva, clearly thrown off by the backhanded comment. That darn bald-headed fool that looked like the green eyed monster from the DreamWorks cartoon, he sure needed to lay off the gossip and actually focus on his job as the head of the science department, “You’re not denying it.” Mahito stated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why aren’t you denying it?”

“I’m not dating Megumi-kun’s father.” You grumbled, finishing up your paperwork, “That man is off limits.”

“Right,” he drawls on sarcastically, “...because you have a strict rule against dating hot older men with money.”

“I also teach his kids and his cousin…” You deadpan.

“We don’t even have a rule against that.” He retorts, rolling his eyes, “If we did, Hanami-sensei would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re so secretive. If it isn’t Toji Zen’in, who’d ask you out?”

“Hey, I do have a man.” You huffed, “and he’s very kind and considerate...”

The image of the tall and lean man sleeping next to you slowly wormed its way back from your memory and you feel your cheeks start to flush. Good god, what were you? twelve? How embarrassing.

You needed to get that image off of your head, it wasn’t right.

It was all temporary, anyways and he doesn’t even see you in that sort of way-

“Yes, I’m Sukuna and Yuuji Itadori’s guardian…” a very familiar stoic voice could be heard from the nearby table, cutting your thoughts short. Wait, were you so head over heels for the man that you started imagining him here? Yuuji and Sukuna’s guardian? Wait a minute.

All color drained from your face as you snap your head behind you to find the same man you were imagining.

Oh no.

Oh no, indeed.

There stood Nanami Kento in all his glory; crisp suit, stoic face, and eyes laced with mild worry.

“...L/N-sensei is Sukuna-kun’s adviser, by the way. It would be best to discuss this with them.” Akari somberly informed the man, turning to your direction. You don’t miss the shift of expressions when he sees you standing there.

Your mouth parts and you know you look like gawking fish trapped in a small aquarium.

“Akari-sensei’s looking at you with the new hot daddy.” Mahito mumbles next to you, eyeing him up and down, “Definitely wonder where all these old men come from these days.”

You were only half-listening to your co-worker because your head was all over the place, just what were the odds that he was the guardian of the new transferee’s? Just how awkward would everything be? Why did it even have to be at this school out of all places?

Never ending questions pop out of your head as you approached them, “Good afternoon, Nanami-san.” Your smile comes out very stiff and awkward while you hold your hand out for him to shake, clearly there was no memo on how you were suppose to act around your sort-of-fake-husband-whos-kids-you-actually-taught.

Nanami reverts back to his stoic expression as he clears his throat, “Yes, good afternoon to you too, L/N-sensei.” he greets, maintaining a straight-laced tone.

“Akari-sensei says that Sukuna has been quite...rude...in class…” you try to rack your brains up to describe his kid.

“Your son literally pointed out that the history lesson I was teaching was fake and that I should study again so he could get his tuition’s worth.” Akari looks clearly perplexed and ready to throttle the boy if it was legal. You had to admit, Sukuna went overboard with that insult.

You knew how passionate Nitta was about her job and what Sukuna just said to her was like a big ‘fuck you, you suck.’ to her.

“I’ll be sure to talk to him about this,” he sighs, bowing down, “I’d like to ask for forgiveness for that, the boy is a good and smart student-”

“Nanami-san, the school not only cares about grades but character as well.” Akari Nitta sighed, cutting him off, “I’ll let this slide once, if he does that again, it goes on the record.”

You internally bit your cheek, still trying to process everything that was going on.

“I understand. Thank you for that.”

“I’ll walk him out, sensei.” You immediately say soon after, wanting to have some alone time with him, “Let’s go, Nanami-san.”

You walk right next to him silently, some students peerlessly glancing at the tall blonde next to you but you were too immersed in thought to notice the stares, “Nanami-san?” you ask softly as soon as you reach the exit.

Nanami Kento looks at you, his eyes still laced with a bit of worry, “It’s okay.” you silently comforted him, “Just talk to him calmly.”

“That’s not the problem.” he sighed, “I just didn’t expect that the person I married would be the boy’s teacher.”

You sweat drop, “Aren’t you worried about talking to Sukuna? I mean, he literally just disrespected a teacher and you said that he and you weren’t in good-”

“It’s easier to talk to him about that rather than…” he paused, showing his ring, “this.”

You blinked.

Seemed like Nanami knew what to say about the little attitude problem his son had, “So you must be used to this?” you asked, “Him disrespecting the teacher?”

You notice the shift of expressions on his face, you had only known this man for a few days so far but he was starting to get easier to read. His eyes shed more emotion than his face, no wonder he likes wearing those funny sunglasses a lot.

“It’s something I’ve scolded him over a couple of times,” he gruffed, trying to dance around the subject, it seemed like he had such a soft spot to the point where he had a problem with disciplining them, “At times I believe it’s just because he’s way too smart for his age. The boy has read history books for fun when he was a kid and solved quadratic equations to prove that he’s better than me when he was ten.”

“It still doesn’t give him the free pass to say things like that to a teacher”

“I know,” he acknowledged, “I’ll be sure to give him a better scolding-”

“No, you see. This is why he thinks he can get away with it. He isn’t afraid of you. You’ll only probably tell him that you can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms, “You do know that not all sensei’s are as nice as Akari-sensei and he could get in trouble for that even more in the future, right?”

Silence lingered between you two for a moment and suddenly you realize that you must’ve said something way off the rails.

“I..” you turn red, embarrassed by the sudden outburst, “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You look at him directly in the eye, the worry-filled ones are now replaced with a softer gaze. God, he really needed to stop looking at you like a kid. It would only make this set-up more awkward!

“No,” he mumbles, “It...It wasn't too much…”

“Oh.” you cleared your throat, flustered and looking away from his face, “Well, okay then goodbye then Nanami-sa-”

You needed to get out of this conversation quick.

“Kento.”

Your gaze snaps directly towards him, clearly taken aback by the correction.

“What?”

“We’re technically married now, right?” he softly corrected, “Call me Kento.”

“Oh,” You uttered again, this time softly. You looked down on your shoes, it seemed like the floor looked really interesting now, “Then bye-bye, Kento.”

“Bye Y/N.”

He leaves you standing there, cursing yourself because of your erratic heartbeat at the way he says your name in that voice. First name basis? okay, totally normal for sort-of lovers, right?

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hello hello! can i request something where geto and f!reader meet again after a decade because reader left the jujutsu community without a word, and they're now both teachers at the school with gojo but geto and reader have always had a special bond but never made a move out of fear of rejection? bonus if gojo helps them in some way hehe thank youuu

a/n: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting this! I loved writing it, might have gotten a little carried away (hehe) but here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

Homecoming: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.7k

tw: death, nightmares

You’ve had this dream a million times before.

You’re not alone, but you’re surrounded by hundreds of people.

Dead people.

People you know and love. People you fought alongside. People you’ve saved. And most importantly, those you couldn’t. It’s Yu’s face that haunts you the most, though.

His smile. The way he smiled and made you all laugh… The way he looked so peaceful, even in death. It had all been too much when he turned up in the morgue. Nanami looked at you with dead eyes, explained to you there was nothing he could do. And for the first time in a long time, you cried in front of someone.

But now Yu lay in front of you as a grim reminder of your limitations. “You can save everybody,” Yu whispers, his voice echoing in the stifling air. “We’re running out of time. Why won’t you?”

You shoot up in your bed, sweat pooling around your collarbone and back. The light to your left immediately switches on, enacting a routine you’ve programmed into the lamp at any major sudden movements during the night. Light floods through your small apartment, and you exhale deeply, catching your breath before the hyperventilating begins.

“I am safe… I am safe… I am safe…” But even in the room where you’re completely alone, a sense of dread washes over you.

You haven’t seen or heard from your former friends in a little over a decade, not since you woke up and decided to leave the school without so much as a goodbye and changed your entire identity. You were no longer “y/n, the jujutsu sorcerer”, but “y/n, the history teacher”. You had a career you loved, students you cared for, and co-workers who would only suffer a papercut at best. Not death. No, you’ve left that world behind you. There was no place for you among the sorcerers anymore.

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“That’s the bell!” You announce, walking to the door to collect your student’s papers as they left.

“Goodbye, miss!” The sounds of teenagers going off to enjoy the rest of their day filled you with joy. You thank your lucky stars that you get to spend time with such carefree and amazing children and walk back to your desk to gather your things to leave.

“It’s a shame I had to come all this way to find you.”

You instantly straighten up at the sound of a familiar voice, loosening your grip on the straps of your purse. You don’t dare turn to face the person, but you can feel the sapphire eyes on your back. Six Eyes noticed everything.

“It’s a lovely little setup you’ve got going on here.” Gojo Satoru walked around the room and pointed to the maps on the wall casually, chuckling before placing his hands back in his pockets. “Do you get rid of your children’s curses, or have you forgotten where you came from entirely?” The glasses come off, and instantly, you’re fully trapped in the gaze of the white-haired man before you. He’s dressed normally in a blue button-down and black slacks, but this isn’t new. You’ve seen Satoru like this before. A decade ago, yes, but he hasn’t changed a bit.

“I…” The words are lost on your lips. Satoru places a hand on his hip, eyeing you carefully. “Gojo… how…?”

“Have you forgotten how we found you the first time?” No, you hadn’t forgotten. You remembered the long night, the darkness, the curses, your parents, their blood. You remembered it all. “It’s too easy to find you; you don’t really hide, y/n.”

Your cheeks heat up, and you feel his gaze sliding from the crown of your head to your waist, trying to pick out any differences. When he’s satisfied, he approaches you again, his mouth turned up in a smile. “We need you back at Jujutsu Tech.”

“No,” you blurt, and grab your purse handles defensively. “I’m not going back there.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Satoru jerks his chin at you, his manner ominous and unyielding. “There are some kids that we’ve enrolled that we need help with.”

“I don’t want any part of it.” The denial is met with some resistance, you note, as Satoru lowers his chin. “I left for a reason. You’ll have to kill me to get me back on that campus without a fight.”

You put up a fight. You really did. But now, you were slung over Satoru’s shoulder, dangling like a ragdoll while he carried you out of the school building. Your resignation letter - signed and dated - had been slid under the principals’ door, and you were promptly escorted off the campus by a gentlemanly Gojo.

“Y/n, why do you make things so difficult?” Satoru pouts, and you huff, examining your scratched arms and torn sleeves. “I wouldn’t have thrown you into a tree if you hadn’t insisted on acting like a child.”

“Please, shut up,” you gripe, and Satoru laughs.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! You’ll see everyone again! Nanami, Shoko, Geto…” You stiffen at the sound of Geto Suguru’s name. The raven-haired, easy-going, level-headed sorcerer that used to make your heart leap… As Satoru goes on and on about all of the things you missed out on, you wonder how the pensive man had fared in the decade of separation. Last you spoke, he had been struggling with his identity as a sorcerer.

After Yu had been murdered, you clung to him and desperately hung off of his every word. You thought that maybe - just maybe - he’d go rogue, like you. He’d run away, and take you with him, reforming himself into someone new. But the moment you figured out his heart was still with Jujutsu Tech, you left without a word. Losing Yu had been painful enough. There were no sweet words that could assuage the wounds inside. Not even from Geto, despite his understanding and caring demeanor towards you at all times. He seemed too good to be true, and most certainly too good for you. Had he changed at all?

“Are you listening to me?” Satoru whines. “I’m telling you about the new students!”

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It’s the smell of the floor cleaner that hits you first.

You didn’t miss the smell of the expensive liquid used to mop up the messes tracked in from outside. It only reminded you of the stale morgue, the cleansed tables, the sound of emptiness echoing on into the chaos of forever.

“What would you do, Yu?” The spoken thought is accompanied by the sound of a box being opened. “Would you come back?” He didn’t answer, and you didn’t expect him to. He would only ask you the same question in your dreams:

“You can save everybody; why won’t you?”

The agony of unpacking was all-encompassing, forcing you to tears. You had come back to hell, and it was only a matter of time before the nightmare and horrors played out like before. Nothing had changed over the passage of time except the faces.

“I’ll catch up with you later!”

It’s Gojo. You quickly shut your dresser drawers and turn to the painting hanging on the wall, pretending to readjust it for the fifth time that day. You can’t let him see you cry, not when you spent the whole car ride cursing at him for even daring to command Ijichi to drive you both back to Jujutsu Tech.

When your door opens, you don’t look back. Instead, you focus even harder on the brushstrokes of red, yellow, and green as you adjust the frame a little.

“Y/n! I brought a friend to see you! You two should do some catching up!” A friend?

You turn to face the white-haired man and catch the black eyes of the raven-haired sorcerer instead. Your mouth drops open slightly as his head cocks to the side a little, an amused look dancing across his face. “Oh, look at the time, I have that… thing… to do.” Before you can call out to Satoru, he disappears, leaving you and Geto Suguru in the same room.

Alone.

You suddenly realize that your sweatpants and loose t-shirt are much too ill-fitting compared to how he’s dressed: in his sorcerer outfit, just like you left him. The only difference was that his hair - his illustrious hair - was so much longer than you remember. Half of it is up, tied back in his usual half-bun, the rest is cascading around his beautiful face.

“I’m very surprised to hear that Gojo successfully coerced you back on campus.”

“It wasn’t by choice…” you breathe, and Suguru smiles, completely disarming you.

“You look the same.” The comment is accompanied by his frame stepping inside of your room and closing the door behind him. “What have you been doing all of these years?”

“Teaching.” He smiles even wider, scratching his cheek before sliding his hands in his pockets.

“Same here. Nice to see that we didn’t turn out so different after all.” You huff a laugh, and Suguru looks around your room, examining the items on the wall with appreciation. “Has Gojo told you about the new students?”

“I… wasn’t paying attention,” you admit, and he shrugs, knowing the feeling.

“You’ll like them. They’re motivated… excited. A lot to handle, but they’re good kids.”

“Like Yu?” The words slip out before you can truly recognize their meaning. But Suguru’s expression doesn’t change. A long silence passes before he inhales, then sighs it out through his nose, still looking everywhere but at you.

“That’s why you left, isn’t it?” Your hands clench into fists; this isn't how you want to address the situation. “I completely understand.” Suguru approaches you slowly, hands still tucked away. “But I did worry about you. We tried contacting--”

“I know.” It isn’t until he’s fully in front of you that you realize how much you missed this man, how much his presence meant to you. He removes a hand from his pocket and reaches up to touch your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your heart quickens at his touch, and you wonder - only for a moment - if he ever felt the way you did about him. Did he ever think about you before bed? Did he ever do something that reminded him of you and stop to feel the hole in his chest widen for a second? Did he--

“Your face hasn’t changed. You’re thinking about something,” he whispers and you look up into his eyes, holding your breath. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“Yu.” He hums at your lie, pulling away a little.

“No one ever fully heals from all of this,” he begins and looks over your head at the greenery outside. “I thought it would get easier… But it never really does.”

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“Again!” One of the students - a gentle first-year named Yuji Itadori - slowly rises from the tree trunk Suguru has smashed him into and puts up his fists.

“I-I don’t know if I can--” The boy’s thought is cut off by Suguru’s quick moves, and you observe the melee without bias, puckering your lips thoughtfully. When Itadori gets knocked down again, you click your tongue against your teeth, standing up from the stair you’ve been sitting on.

“That’s enough for now,” you announce, stretching. “Go get some water and come back in ten.” Yuji obediently takes his leave, and you turn to Suguru with your hands on your hips.

“He’s not doing so well.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” the raven-haired sorcerer mutters, wiping the sweat off of his face. “Gojo can do just fine with his cursed energy, but he can’t fight hand-to-hand to save his life.” Sweat runs down Geto’s chest and to his navel like a flowing river, and your eyes trace the path shamelessly. It isn’t until he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been staring, and you turn away, fully embarrassed.

“So…” you begin, trying to cover up your slip-up. “What do we do now?”

“What do you propose we do?” the voice behind you is close, and you feel his breath against your ear as he leans down. “I say… I beat the shit out of him and you just watch. Patch him up, get him back out there, make him fight until he accesses those skills within. What do you think, kitten?” The old pet name makes your stomach tighten, and you feel one of Suguru’s hands hovering at your waist. Your heart is pounding in your chest, almost as if it wants to burst free and run away. Your mouth dries up, and you’re forced to swallow hard to assuage the papery feeling.

“I--”

“Hey, maybe we can just take it easy for a while?” Yuji interrupts, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Suguru straightens up immediately and smiles, his hand lowering from your side.

“Y/n… what does ‘take it easy’ mean again?”

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The nightmares are unrelenting. Yu is angry.

“You came home,” he murmurs, turned away from you. “But you’re not doing what you’re supposed to do. Why bother, y/n?”

“Please, Yu,” Your voice is much weaker than you thought it would be. “I need more time.” Yu turns to grab your face, his hollow eyes boring into your soul with fury.

“We don’t have time! There are lives that need to be saved and you’re jus--”

“Wake up!” A harsh yank pulls you out of the dream and right back into your bed, but there’s more commotion than you expected upon opening your eyes. Suguru is straddling your figure, his black hair tickling your face. He’s shaking you, face full of worry and concern while you lie beneath him and slowly come back to your senses. “Y/n,” Suguru breathes, his sweet breath fanning across your face.

“What are you doing in here?” Your mind travels from the dream to the white t-shirt, baggy sweatpants, and tender touch of the sorcerer above you.

“Your cursed energy was out of control…” Suguru sits back on his haunches, exhaling while pushing his hair back behind his face. “I could feel it in my room, so I came to see what was going on. But…” Your eyes flick to his face, his eyes squeezed shut and lips tightly pressed together.

“It was just a nightmare.” You explain cooly and sit up, rubbing your forehead. “Just a nightmare.”

There’s a slight tension in the air, but you say nothing as Suguru slides off the bed to give you space. You didn’t want him to go, but you know the situation can’t magically be made better. You just needed time. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m a really good listener.” He offers, eyeing you carefully.

“No, not really,” you whisper, and look over to the window where moonlight is spilling in. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary.” Suguru nods, taking a few steps toward the door. He stops in his tracks, and you can feel him contemplating something before turning back around and looking at you intently.

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened if you stayed?” The question hits you like a bag of bricks, and you sit very still in the bed, unsure of how to answer. “What would’ve happened if Gojo never brought you back to me?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper in response. In a few steps, Suguru was back on the bed, leaning a knee on the mattress. He reaches a hand out to smooth his knuckles against your soft cheek, and you lean into his touch eagerly, feeling your fear slip away. Without any words, he presses his lips against yours - just once - but it’s enough to make you feel something blooming in your chest. “Suguru…” He swipes two fingers over your lips tenderly, sealing the kiss with his touch.

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

“Why now?” His eyelashes flutter in the moonlight, his mind coming up with some sort of excuse for his lack of forwardness.

“Why? I was so sure you and Yu had something… more going on. I thought when you left that you might find a non-sorcerer that wouldn’t break your heart.” He sighs. “Seeing you like that broke my heart, so I didn’t blame you for leaving at all. I just hoped you would find happiness out there. Even if that meant it was withou--”

You smash your lips against his again, silencing his speech. He cups your chin and dips his head low, moaning into your mouth with pleasure. When you break the kiss, you tenderly press your forehead against his, closing your eyes in the darkness when he taps a kiss to your nose.

“But I’m glad you came home.”

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Teddybears and Shitty Cards.

back to homepage pairing : yuuji x gender neutral reader warnings : minor cursing, fluff wordcount : 1529 a/n : i hope i did u yuuji stans justice .. probably not but this is rlly good for my characterization :) also i thought that gojo wasn’t as well loved as megumi/yuuji/nanami etc but holy shit i thought wrong. my megumi and nanami fics got little to no attraction, or maybe i write them horribly, idk. is gojo satoru the best husbando in jjk? (the answer is yes.) also uh.. i didnt proof read this ████████████████ 100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

“Itadori!” you yell, panting, cupping your hands together around your mouth to amplify your voice. He had asked you prior to meet with you for Valentines in this particular park, most likely because it was Valentines day. You had to admit, his selection in nice places was clearly defined. The views from the hill you and him sat upon was spectacular, you could see the city in it’s whole. This was amplified with the setting of the sun, a hazy beautiful orangey-yellow gradient was all the eye could see from up here. It was definitely worth the walk up the steep hill, and you took a much needed seat and breather on the painted wooden bench, pulling out your water bottle you take a long swig, wiping the sweat off your brow as you did so. You took a quick sneak peek at Yuuji, who was humming a tune, earbuds in. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you leaned closer into his shoulder. His thumbs were fumbling with something, which you now realized was a Nintendo Switch. “Watcha playing?” you ask, breathing in his scent. Remnants of candy and baked goods filled your nose. Yuuji didn’t say anything back, instead continuing to hum and mumble a few lyrics, lost in his own world. It was only until you impatiently tapped at his broad shoulders to pay attention to you. He jolted up, looking left and right before finally realizing you were sitting next to him. Taking a deep breath in, he cheerfully smiled before taking one of his earbuds out. “Hey! You came early~ are you excited to see me?” he questioned, setting his Nintendo Switch into his backpack before picking up what seemed to be a bag right next to him. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be, baby?” you reply back, grinning, deciding to pay no mind towards this bag. Yuuji was quite popular, especially revolving sports or something along the lines of that. Many famous coaches had said that he possessed super-human strength, and he had been showered in contracts with sport teams not long after those few words. In return, this caused Yuuji to be insanely busy with many interviews and pelted with multiple adult-y stuff to do, which had hurt you exceptionally. It greatly hindered the relationship between you two. Weekly visits turned into monthly, and you couldn’t bare to see him drown in all his work. He was a busy guy, but yet always so carefree, and you didn’t want that carefree childish aspect of him to disappear. After all, that was something you loved about Yuuji. He looked up at you with a reassuring beam, and you felt yourself melt under those warm eyes. “Aww, that makes me happy, (Y/N). Scratch that, you make me happy!” facing you, he gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Your heart bursts, it had been too long since you felt that specific thing, and you give him a gentle kiss back, running a hand through his fluffy hair. “I missed you. It’s been too long since I’ve talked to you, lovebug. Schedule is jampacked. But I met some nice friends along the way, and my coach is super nice!” he rambled on, fumbling with the handles of this mysterious bag. “Oh? How so?” trying to make conversation, you want to appear as interested as he talked about his coach, but you were focused on his outfit and how he looked in general. He had gotten way more stronger, you noted. He was much more scrawnier when you two first started dating, and you wondered how his cuddles might feel like. Something that didn’t change though, was his horrible fashion sense. Wearing a turquoise t-shirt with a lemon yellow jacket over it, you almost winced. Yuuji dressed like a 6th grader who had their mom pick out clothes for them. “...And he annoys the absolute shit out of his co-worker, Utahime. It’s funny! I also met this guy named Nanami and I have no idea how my coach and Nanami are friends. Nanami always looks like he’s on the verge of murdering him whenever he opens his mouth to speak! Oh and also me and my coach made Valentine cards together and I worked really hard on it and I just know you’ll like it! Also-” “Alright, alright. That’s a mouthful.” you sang sarcastically, Yuuji awkwardly laughed and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, looking at you like you had caught him stealing a cookie out of a jar at 12 AM. “Sorry. I get carried away a lot.” he says, peering into the bottomless pit inside the bag. You couldn’t quite see what was inside of it. “No, no. I think it’s cute, Yuuji-san! I didn’t forget how you acted in the span of 1 month, why would I be dating you if I thought you were annoying?” hoping this’ll knock some sense into him, you closely examine his body language for any changes, hoping that went through his mind. You had to make sure, the guy was dumb when it came to social cues. “Ohh, really?” he looked up, pointer finger on his chin, a confused expression covering his features. “I didn’t know, I’ll act more annoying for you then!” Smacking your forehead, you studied your shoes, too giggly to look at him eye-to-eye. “That’s not what I meant, idiot.” “...What did you mean then?” Yuuji quizzed, tilting his head to the side. You really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, you’d think that all sport players would be brutes and be masculine and perhaps... Not stupid? But here you were. “No bother.” waving your hand as a dismissal of the conversation, you instead lean towards the bag he was holding, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this?” “It’s a surprise~” he responded, obviously giddy. You felt yourself soften once more, how could someone be so cute just answering a question? “Hey, come on!” tugging on his arm, you try to yank the bag away, curiosity killing you. His grasp was firm, and he laughed as you did so, it felt good to hear him laugh like that again. “Okay, okay! Fine. Here, go at it.” handing you the bag, you practically ripped the handles off, ecstatic to see what could possibly be waiting to be discovered. Inside was an incredibly large teddy bear, soft. The color was almost exactly the same shade of Yuuji’s, and you squeal, hugging the plush. “Awww! This is so cute! I woulda never believed you’re smart enough to get a good gift for me!” you joked, he caught the sarcasm this time, giving you a confident grin. He liked the compliments. “It’s supposed to be me.” placing a hand onto his chest dramatically. “I don’t know if you realized though.” Scoffing, you put the teddybear to the side. “Of course I’d realize! I’m not dumb, Yuuji-san!” “Why not? We could be dumb together! Also, there’s something extra at the very bottom that I think you’d like.” Blinking, you realized that you had completely forgotten about the bag between your legs. Looking back down and rummaging for what possibly could be there, you pull out a card. On the front, there’s a tacky lopsided heart, made with glitter glue. It seems there are also many failed attempts of starting this large heart at the sides of it. At the top, there’s a large, “Happy Valentines Day!” in red marker that was also uneven. Underneath the heart? A stick figure drawing of you and Yuuji, which was also... Pretty horrible. Stifling a giggle, you open the card, eyes scanning the left for anything, you turn to face the right as soon as you deem it clear. That’s where the writing is. Dear Y/N, I love you very much and I know I do not spend that much time with you anymore but you still make me very happy. My coach was very nice and gave me Valentines day off because he felt bad. I had to run to the nearest drugstore to get you this teddybear, but me and Mr. Coach decorated this together! He says he’s a very good drawer and I agree. I think the drawing is very detailed. He also helped me with the heart (we picked out the color together) and we had a lot of fun decorating. He says my handwriting looks really bad (is that true?) can you please help me fix it later? :( With a lot of love, Your Boyfriend and Gojo Satoru (his cool coach that helped him write this, thank me later. I have no idea how you handle this guy, but God is he such an amazing kid.) Looking back up from the card, you look at Yuuji, who is looking at you back, squeamish. Without another thought, you kiss him, soft and light ones on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere on his face. When you finally pull away, both of you are staring at each other fondly. “Yes, I’ll help you fix your handwriting, dummy.” Yuuji gave you a toothy smile that he only saved for the special ones in his life.

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