#jujustu kaisen angst

[beemango5]

before Geto was the worst curse user to ever live, he was Gojo’s best friend. Before Gojo was the best sorcerer to ever live, he was Geto’s best friend.

They were soulmates long before the world knew who they were and they will be long after.

#stsg angst #stsg #MOM IM SAD ABOUT THEM AGAIN #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk 0 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen angst

[42spideys]

contains: gn!reader, angst, happily together in death

note: this screenshot of nanami single-handedly ruined my life. anyways i’m alive!

—

nanami was walking along the seashore of the beach, pants slightly rolled up to avoid wet pants. he was here alone it seemed, the dream beach vacation that he’s been wishing for is finally happening. it was peaceful, the soft breeze and gentle sound of the waves made him feel at ease for once in his life. his mind suddenly started to wander to someone else who made him feel at ease.

you. his sweetheart.

you are the light of his life, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. you guys have been together since he used to be a salary man, you were the cute baker who made his bread fresh everyday, when he first saw you he knew you were the one for him. it’s like he felt his worries wash away whenever he saw you, you were his safe space.

as he continued to walk he saw a blurry figure in the distance, he squinted his eyes to see if he could recognize the person. his heart started to speed up upon seeing you, the most beautiful person in the world. once you saw him you quickly ran towards him and fell into his arms, almost knocking you both down in the process. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. he was happy to see you, but he then became confused. why were you here? how were you here?

his eyes filled with tears, he understood now. you were also brutally murdered by that disgusting cursed spirit mahito. he remembers it now, he remembers your screams of pain, the sound of your bones crunching under the pressure they were in, the sight of your body finally giving way, turning into a red mush on the floor.

he pulled away to get a good look at you, he saw that you were crying too, he gently placed your head in his hands and placed his forehead on yours. closing his eyes and letting tears fall, he knew you both were dead. killed in a brutal way that wasn’t deserved, he vowed to stay with you forever, even in death he was going to stay with you.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you, sweetheart. i’ll stay with you from here on out, alright? so don’t cry, we’re still together.” he said, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

#42spideys #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x gender neutral reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #nanami angst #nanami kento angst #jujustu kaisen angst

[rewh0re]

—968 words, angst, death, deep talks about life, cemeteries. yea ig that's it. yea also wrote this at 3 am guys i am mighty sleep deprived

a/n; atp I'm doing everything BUT studying or writing my gojo fic :D (gojo fic someday you'll see the light till then this megumi angst has to compensate for it) REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

megumi can never truly forget that memory.

he remembers clear blue skies and the occasional chirping of birds along with the flapping of their wings. white clouds slowly drifting in the air and dragonflies hovering over the grass. the trees were green and lush, the leaves gently rustling due to the cool breeze which could mean one thing alone—the advent of spring. there was a silence that washed his body with a strange type of peace, a peace he had never quite known, that he had just allowed himself to feel. and there was a presence—you—standing beside him, looking at the unknown grave, head tilted slightly and hands deep in your pockets.

he couldn't help but think—there was so much life bursting amidst a place that housed the dead.

megumi never liked cemeteries. they made him sad, unhappy, gloomy in a way. but you found a certain peace in them. to walk in silence, looking at the many graves—you had said it calmed one's soul. made one think. made one feel grateful for their life.

"it's almost amusing, don't you think?" you had asked, breaking your silence.

"dead people amuse you now?" megumi looked over at you to find you still looking at the grave. how could it ever be amusing to look at a stranger's grave? he swore that sometimes even you didn't understand what you were saying.

"no idiot," you shook your head, a little chuckle bursting out of your throat as your eyes locked with his.

"what i mean is," you sighed "that these people, they were people, like you and me. they had dreams and hopes and aspirations. they worked hard for their passions and hoped to achieve so much through their efforts. isn't it awful how many of these people might never have reached their dreams? their lives cut short as they were snatched away from their own loved ones?"

you ruffled your hair before crossing your arms, "i find it unfair. isn't it unfair? how you never know what will happen? how you, me—all of us—will just become another memory to be forgotten? how we'll just become dust, become one with the earth? our names, just some carvings on some stones and even then—everything will just go on as it is. life will go on. we're just lone stars burning out in the massive universe."

megumi could only look at you. you had that effect on him, rendering him speechless through your words alone. a few seconds passed before he finally found his voice again.

"well," he began, tone laced with a certain gentleness that only showed itself in your presence. "i see it more like the beauty of life. we're here and then we're not. we live and we love and we thrive and we falter. it's the way of life, or the rule of life, whatever you call it. i think that's why we have to make sure we make the most of it. life is unpredictable and that's what makes it so thrilling."

"i think you're right—well—in a way at least. i've learnt to cherish my life. i think with you by my side, i can stand strong and proud and i can live. i'm glad you found me and i found you and i'm glad that we're always by each other's side," you smiled up at him, nudging his shoulder.

"always?"

"always."

wasn't that the promise you made?

it was like looking through a glass window, so vividly was that day's image imprinted on his mind. he wanted to break that glass and take a hold of that memory and relive it again and again and again if it meant he could have you by his side. he definitely would do that if he could.

life is not really beautiful he learnt after he started visiting the cemetery more often. it was cruel, it was ruthless, it filled one with agony and suffering and pain. oh, so much pain.

he never looked at random graves anymore like he did before with you. no, he looked at just one. the name etched on the stone with a few leaves scattered at the base—l/n y/n.

it hurt, it truly did. through you, megumi learnt love and loss, he learnt heartbreak and grief and what it felt like to cry in the middle of the night wishing for you to hold him close and whisper i'm here. you never were though, you wouldn't be there anymore, you wouldn't cradle him and card your fingers softly through his hair or wipe his tears or kiss his worries away. you wouldn't and that was reality and he had to live with that reality.

megumi learnt through you how promises were only made to be broken—knowingly or unknowingly.

but you taught him how to love and to be loved, how to find beauty and peace in the mundane, how to dream big and how to care, to be kind.

he loved you but he had to let you go. alas, you wouldn't want him to be stuck, frozen in a place where darkness loomed and nothing but sheer heartache reigned supreme. maybe it was true that a part of him was gone. maybe it was true that he would never feel truly and completely whole again. but he could swear your ghost would curse at him if he didn't at least try to move forward.

so he laid a bouquet of white carnation at the base of your grave, uttering a silent prayer.

"always." he brought his index and middle finger to his lips and then placed it on the top of the headstone before standing up, burying his hands deep in his coat pockets.

"always." he whispered, letting his words get carried by the air before turning around to walk away.

#—storytelling🌙 #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst #megumi angst #megumi x reader #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro angst #fushiguro megumi angst

[fanta2y]

Inherently Worthy Pt. One

WOOOO im excited yall, this will be my first multi-part fic!!

The parts themselves will range from 1k to probably 3k-ish words. Since i want to keep the story flowing, I have alot already prewritten for it so updates should be fairly regular.

cw: Sorcerer!Sukuna AU, blood and injury, kinda graphic and a bit descriptive.

part two

word count: 1.1k

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Blood. 

It was everywhere. 

You felt it gushing out of the particularly bad wound you sported on your side, the growing agony making your brain fuzzy and your eyes blurry. You felt it slip past your fingertips as you tried to hold the wound close. 

You could hear it as you walked aimlessly, it stuck to your boots. The red color left a trail behind you as you hobbled away from the barely survived mission. The curse was exorcised and removed from the abandoned mall. 

Which left you to deliriously wander around, trying to rack your brain to remember how to get out of this mess. 

But the blood that left your body made you cold, and it made your mind drowsy. You felt like your head had been stuffed with cotton, your eyes could barely focus on what was infront of you and each step you took felt like you were getting heavier and heavier. 

Alarm bells were ringing in your mind, you knew that if you didn’t get help soon you were probably going to die. The thought didn’t scare you as much as you thought it should, which only caused the alarm bells to ring louder. 

You fished around in your pocket for your phone, praying to whoever might be listening that it wasn’t broken. 

You pulled it out of your back pocket, wiping the sticky substance off of the screen. Revealing only minimal damage, a long crack spidering along the edges. You turned it on and went to unlock it. 

You clicked on the first contact that came to mind, which probably wasn’t the greatest idea. 

However, that wasn’t realized until the gruff voice came through the speaker. The phone hadn’t even been able to complete its first ring. 

“Hello? Brat?” The low tone washed over your ears, and you suddenly felt the urge to cry. 

“Ryo…uh..” You willed the shakiness of your voice away in hopes of not worrying him, even though you knew that he should be worried, anyone should be worried about your current predicament. 

You heard rustling on the other end, almost as if he was moving around. 

“The curse has been exorcised.” You tried, hoping to ease some of the thoughts that you knew were probably running rampant through his mind. “Almost took me along with it though.” You finished, nearly mumbling. 

“Brat, I told you that someone should’ve came with you. But no, just had to be stubborn.” He grumbled, his words were harsh but you’ve known him long enough to know that he was just worried. 

He continued on and on, but at some point, you couldn’t focus enough to pay attention. His words buzzed through your ears, but your head was swimming and the black dots were engrossing your vision. They made it difficult to process his words

You must have said something because his voice got louder, but your brain still couldn’t piece together the syllables. It all just sounded like white noise, you didn’t want to worry him. Trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but your tongue was heavy and your body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you. 

“s’rry” was the only thing you could force out before you swiftly lost consciousness, and the sound of your body hitting the floor echoed through the empty mall. 

– 

Sukuna wasn’t scared of many things, dare he say nothing at all. 

When your as powerful as he is, you don’t get ‘scared’. But the ice cold he feels coursing through his veins, how he’s sure his heart is somewhere floating around in his stomach acid. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to fear. 

It almost paralyzed him. Keyword, almost. 

The second he heard your wheezy apology, and the concerningly wet thumb of your body hitting the floor. He felt his senses go into overdrive. Busting out of his dorm room and practically sprinting to Gojo's office. 

As much as he may detest the man and all his theatrics, he’s the only one who could get him to you quick enough before something irreversible happens. 

Facing the door of his office, not even bothering to knock. Sukuna pushed open the door, Gojo didn’t startle as the door aggressively hits the wall. He lifts his head from the paperwork hes doing, an easy smile on his face. 

“What can I do for you my precio-” 

“She’s hurt.” He cuts him off, not having time for his dramatics. The room went silent, the air thick with a tension.

Without a word, Gojo stands. The smile now nowhere to be seen, he turns to Sukuna. 

“Where?” The word serious, any trace of playfulness leaving his tone. The energy shifting around them into something cold and serious. 

“Some abandon mall, I’ve got her location.” He mumbles, fishing for the phone in his pocket. He showed it to him, the little dot blinking showing the mall where you stayed. Gojo nodded his head, committing the address to memory. 

“Hold on.” Was all the warning Sukuna got before they are warped to the mall, somewhere inside of it. The mall reeks of mildew and rotting wood. Sukuna can hear the wetness dripping from somewhere in the ceiling. 

The only reassuring aspect is the distinct lack of cursed spirit energy, its almost equally concerning as he can barely feel yours. Its just a small hum, tingling up the back of his spine. Nothing like it normally is and it only serves to make the panic bubbling under his skin begin boiling. 

But Gojo had a much more refined sense of cursed energy, and had already pinpointed your location within the labyrinth esque layout. 

With Gojo leading the way, they find you rather quickly. Sitting in a concerningly large pile of your own blood. Sukuna was at your side in a second, quickly feeling your neck and wrists for a pulse. Any sign that you were alive, that this wasn’t all the time you two would get together. 

Thankfully under his shaky fingers, he felt the soft bump of your heart as it struggled to pump the remaining blood throughout your body. He felt Gojo’s hand on his shoulder, his thumb gently digging into the flesh there. 

“Can you pick her up?” Gojo asked, albeit already knowing the answer. Sukuna gently situated your body for him to pick you up bridal style. The ragdoll of your limbs and head made him feel a sickness churning in his stomach. He noticed the long gash on your side, assuming that was where most of the blood was coming from. 

Without another word, you three are warped back to Jujustu High. 

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

authors note: a wee bit of a cliffhanger hehehe i hope you guys enjoyyy, im excited about writing this and i hope it turns out the way i want !! thank you guys for all the love for my writing, it really means the world to me!! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed <33 take care of yourselves, much love !!

#sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna fanfiction #sukuna fanfic #sukuna fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujustu kaisen angst #angst #cliffhangers #thanks for reading !! #hope you enjoy <3

[celesteleoves]

“STRANGERS AGAIN.”

.ೃ࿐ GETO SUGURU X FEM!READER

summary: the person who stood in front of you claimed to be your dead lover but it wasn’t, it was a stranger. yet, you seemed to know everything about this stranger.

warnings: angst with like a smidge of fluff (in flashbacks), suguru and y/n dated, spoilers for jjk manga! shibuya arc spoilers, swearing, italic is flashbacks!

a/n: not ready to see this animated, so here’s me ripping my heart out so kenjaku doesn’t have to do it for me 😭 this is also inspired by that one tik tok trend “today i walked past a stranger” or wtv it is! lmk if there is any errors! not proofread.

-

today you saw a stranger. you stood in front of him, you yelled at him and swore infront of him alongside your other best friend satoru.

this stranger looked like your one and only love, but it wasn’t suguru geto you stood in front of, it couldn’t be. he was dead, he died to the hands of satoru and in your arms. this body that stood proudly in-front of you felt like a stranger to you.

although, you knew every single aspect of this stranger. that means he wasn’t a stranger, right?

you knew his favourite color, his favourite food, his favourite hobby, his parents, his dislikes, and every inch of him.

it wasn’t suguru though, it was a stranger. the body that stood in front of you was not your best friend, that wasn’t the person who knew all of your secrets or the person who told you all of theirs.

it was kenjaku, a evil curse user who could inhabit bodies… making them his vessel to toy with and flaunt.

he shouldn’t be able to flaunt suguru’s body, he shouldn’t be standing in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he shows you the inside of suguru’s stitched head.

it wasn’t suguru, it wasn’t. a stranger is what it was.

“this is not funny. purple is not a pretty colour.” suguru stared at the color of a shirt you bleached by accident when doing his laundry.

even though he found the situation ridiculous and quite funny, he wasn’t gonna let up after you turned one of his favourite shirts into his least favourite color. the one time he lets you do his laundry and this happens…

“i didnt mean to! you let me do your laundry.” you whined as suguru inspected his shirt with a frown.

“no, love, you did it while i was on a mission. i hate the color purple. this is so dumb.”

“what?! purple is pretty.”

“no, there’s better colours.”

“like what suguru? red? yellow? orange-”

“your e/c, that’s my favourite color. you could’ve accidentally bleached it that colour and i would’ve flaunted it everywhere happily.”

“just saying.” he added when he noticed you go silent.

suguru had a soft smile on his face as he held the shirt in his hand and sat down beside you on his bed.

you froze in your spot on suguru’s bed, staring at him as he continued ranting about how the purple made his shirt look silly now and satoru is going to laugh at him.

you moved closer to your boyfriend and snuggled up against his side. suguru stopped talking and looked down at you cuddled up into his chest with a smile on your face.

suguru stared at you with lovesick eyes and dropped his bleached shirt, pulling you closer to him and kissing all over your face as you laughed.

“you’re my favourite person y/n, don’t forget that! everything about you is my favourite. just don’t bleach my shirt again please love.”

“promise, gonna need your assistance next time though if you don’t want it to be purple!”

“oh yeah?”

~

“yeah. the curse users name is kenjaku. it’s not suguru.” you mumbled with your head in your eyes while you rubbed your eyes.

shoko sat beside you, your comrades who were still alive sat next to you in chairs or stood.

“shit, y/n.”

you lifted your head and looked at shoko, a cigarette was held in one hand while the other caressed your back.

“that wasn’t my suguru, it wasn’t geto. satoru knew that as well! so what the fuck happened?!” you frustratedly yelled as others around you flinched.

kenjaku in suguru’s body had caught satoru off guard, resulting him getting sealed. it made you torn beyond belief as you watched the whole thing go down.

it’s been 19 days since your other bestfriend was sealed. locked away by his best friends body in the prison realm.

that moment still haunted you after these few days but you could only think of one thing, you were going to unseal satoru and let sugurus body rest in peace.

you’ll kill kenjaku and give suguru a proper burial, even if you die in the end.

you’re killing a stranger: not your boyfriend, not your bestfriend, not your other half.

that was a stranger you saw in-front of you that day, that’s all.

-

a/n : womp womp here you go! school just started and it’s kicking my ass so here’s this! send requests my loves.

leave tips or concerns anywhere!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto suguru x reader #geto fluff #geto angst #shibuya arc #jjk manga spoilers #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen angst #jjk scenarios #jjk x you #jjk geto #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen oneshot #jujustu kaisen drabbles #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #suguru fluff #suguru geto fluff

[omgjumin]

hi!! i saw the event post and immediately i was interested. nanami kento + angst prompts 9 + 11, gn!reader pls! (could u also maybe include reader being hurt and him comforting reader? if u want ofc) anyways i'm looking forward to this, and take ur time!!

the picture - nanami kento

summary: you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in.

tags: angst but there's comfort at the end, marriage, fighting, pet names (baby, love), overthinking

notes: it was so hard to not cry while writing this like gosh but im glad i could get out of my writers block bc of this

"kento, all i'm asking is that you help me with the wedding planning. i understand that you are busy and so am i. i just need-" you paused yourself, trying to carefully pick out words that won't set off your fiancé. "i just need you to be here with me. you even missed our kimono and dress fittings today." for a to-be-wife, you knew you shouldn't be this hesitant to touch nanami but as your hand went in to graze against his, it shook anxiously.

"if you understand then why don't you just leave me alone when i'm working? let's have this conversation later." nanami retracted his hand from under yours before brushing you off as if you weren't anything important to him. "you always say that and i'm tired of being ignored like this every time i try to talk to you." fighting with nanami was nothing new. petty fights, serious ones, or even jealous fights, the two of you knew that if you didn't calm down and communicated your concerns, you wouldn't get anywhere. 

however, now, you felt as if you were just a lousy bug, flying around and about nanami's ear. "just talk to me please. you can't expect me to take care of this on my own. it's our-" the shakiness of your hands only worsened when you felt your heart rate increase. the pounding against your chest felt as if it was in your throat. no matter how many deep breaths you took, it just wouldn't ease the feeling in your throat. it squeezed and squeezed until it could choke a sob out of you. crying wouldn't get your way, you knew that, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself from letting tears fall down your face. "please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once. im busy so please leave." you were used to it. used to the monotone of his voice. yet his voice was laced with nothing but annoyance for you at the moment which shocked you to the core. you didn't need to turn around to know that nanami's own words didn't register in his brain yet.

without saying another word, you quickly left his home office. you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in. a smile subconsciously snuck a way onto your face before you quickly shook it off. you felt as if you were betrayed, no, mistaken by his words. nanami promised that no matter what, you were together, a team, that would help each other through the most difficult days and the easiest. and yet, here you were overthinking, on whether or not nanami truly meant his words. no, nanami never goes back on his promises. especially to you. but you couldn't help but to second guess yourself on if it was worth it to go back in there to try again and apologize but there was nothing to apologize for. you never did anything besides support him throughout his work. how come he didn't do the same?

your eyes wandered until it landed on your keys dangling from a rack near the front door. you doubted yourself. you doubted nanami's love for you in that second. you shouldn't have, really, but recently his actions weren't proving you wrong. hesitantly, you looked down at your engagement ring before looking back at the picture. no, you can't, you said to yourself before grabbing your keys and leaving the house. you didn't have a clue as to where you wanted to go but as long as you didn't have to be around nanami at the moment, anywhere was fine.

just somehow, somehow, your subconscious followed the same familiar path. the same roads that felt like home as they were leading you to the place in the picture. as if you wanted to relive the moment, not wanting to face reality. the bright half-moon that accompanied the twinkling stars in the sky did everything they could to comfort you, in some way. the picture was taken a little bit earlier in the night however you could see the soft glowing moon in the sky up above the love of your life kneeling before you. oh how you wished that nanami was there to hold you in his arms as he swayed along to the sound of the rushing river down beneath you. his chest pressed firm against your back as his face was cradled in your neck. your welcoming scent filled his senses as he basked in your love. nanami pressed soft kisses onto your neck, claiming that he's only trying to warm you up from the chilly summer nights. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes clearly not annoyed as you quietly chuckled to yourself. "mm turn around." nanami said as he removed himself from out your neck, placing his hands on your hips loosely. "i love you." nanami whispered as he dived into your lips. "i love you too, future husband." the two of you laughed, flustered at the new name he held for you. 

that moment was nothing more than two months ago. you sighed as you leaned against the same railing, hearing the same river flow down the stream, seeing the same moon that shined above, smelling the same occasional whiff of a nearby street food cart, and tasting the same chap-stick off your lips. it felt all too familiar but felt all the more distant. the feeling was comfortable but awkward as you stood there alone. though all you needed was time alone, time to calm yourself down before trying again. but that time was cut by the soft tap on your shoulder. "kento?" you nervously called out, your voice wavering as it filled the silence. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same."

"how did you know i'd be here?" you slowly but surely removed yourself off of the railing. the comfortable atmosphere faded out to be uneasy. the once comfortable silence came to be suffocating as you felt yourself being torn apart in nanami's gaze. "where else would you be?" nanami spoke after taking a deep breath. if nanami was being truthful, he saw your eyes linger on the picture before you left. the dejected expression that filled your eyes as you turned away towards the door made his heart drop. he didn't know where he stood with you at the moment, so he refrained from touching you. but all you wanted was for him to embrace you in his arms and hold you there like he did two months ago. it seemed as if the world was plotting against your desires. however, nanami took a step forward, shortening the distance between you two. you took a sharp breath in before looking away, pretending as if anything was more important than the overwhelming presence of your fiancé. and at that nanami felt daggers shooting into his chest. it was his fault entirely but he couldn't help but feel hurt at your reluctance to meet his eyes.

"please look at me." nanami pleaded as he took one step closer. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in as you turned back his way. your eyes were glistening in tears yet looked dry in expression as you met his. the ones that would be lighting up with love as soon as you laid eyes on him now were the ones that offered nothing more than a look of somberness. "i wish i never acted the way i did towards you, i'm sorry." your nails dug into your palm as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall once more. one step closer. that was all it took for him to only be mere inches away from you. "i should have never said those things to you and i am so sorry, my love." you truly couldn't stand it. being so close to nanami and yet his hands were placed by his side. but you were mad at him, you felt so displeased with yourself and him that you didn't know, you didn't let yourself be comforted by being in his arms. however, nanami couldn't let you stand there, fighting yourself in complete silence as he watched the victorious tears fall down your cheek. he carefully brushed back strands of hair behind your ear before slowly bringing you in his arms.

and upon impact, you softened. your tense shoulders dropped but the sound of your crying only got louder into his chest. his work shirt was getting drenched but he didn't care. not when your muffled cries were the product of his actions. nanami stood silently as he ran his fingers through your hair, petting it calmly as an action to soothe you. "baby?" he called out when he noticed your cries started to get quiet. you hummed as a response, too scared to trust your voice. "look up at me." you pulled yourself from his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes but nanami only took his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "i love you" nanami softly smiled as he witnessed your first smile of the night. "i love you too, future husband." though the two of you weren't bashful of the nicknames as before, it was used as a way to ground yourself. that after everything, nanami was still here, ever so hopelessly in love with you. "i'm sorry i've been so caught up in work recently. but let's go home and figure something out, okay? we are a team and i'll make sure it feels that way." you nodded as laced your hands around his torso. "okay."

#crying sobbing throwing up #its okay im okay #AAAAA #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk nanami fluff #nanami imagines #omgjumin #nanami angst #nanami kento angst #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst

[knataa]

Do you think the reason Nanami genuinely smiles at Yuji is because he reminds him of Haibara?

#have no clue if this has been said before but meh #angst has been consuming me lately #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk nanami #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #jjk yuji #jjk haibara #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst #jjk spoilers #i guess #knata stuffs

[babypinkhearts]

“and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin’ stupid like, ‘i love you.’”

- g. satoru

pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader

summary: when does one cross the line of a mere friendship?

warnings: angst, mention of intoxication (alcohol), gojo is a FOOL for you, drunk reader, hidden inventory arc didn’t end so horrifically and everyone is safe <3, cameos from suguru, shoko, haibara and nanami, everyone is in their early twenties, some crude humor, comfort & fluff

word count: 11.4k

a/n: inspired by the song “somethin’ stupid” by frank & nancy sinatra. this fandom is allergic to happiness - you guys make me SAD.

1:15am.

“oh my gosh - ‘toru! you answered!”

satoru wants to laugh at your excitement. he really does. but instead of feeling that instinctive sense of amusement you always provide him with, he feels a little bitter. it alarms him.

your voice is loud. a volume he doesn’t recognize too well. you sound drunk. ideally, he would relish you. to see you so careless was a rare sight. satoru had only really seen you intoxicated once, and even then you seemed to be hyper-aware of everything. like your body was inhumanly fighting for it’s willpower. as if the consequences of alcohol didn’t affect you - or, maybe because you feared it to. now, with your words slowly slurred and overly enthusiastic, he can only question himself as to why you were accepting the lack of self-control this time. there was something uneasy about it.

“are you having fun?”

his voice is soft. he sits at the edge of his bed, phone pressed lightly to his face. he finds your initial shock to him answering the phone silly. satoru has never missed a call from you. he had a bad habit of even answering you during missions - you always scolded him for it. but he didn’t care. it was you, how could he ever ignore it?

“i am, i am! shoko says we have to leave soon, but - oh my god, ‘toru, you know what i was thinking about?”

satoru lets himself chuckle at your jumbled thoughts. you’re like child who’s had far too much sugar, bouncing off the walls in excitement. despite his worry, he loves you like this, he thinks. happy.

you were no where near as unrestrained as he was, but you weren’t exactly reserved either. it was never often that you seemed to cross over the line, always cautious, meanwhile satoru always oblivious. he was an open book with captivating allure. but there was a difference in your demeanor, he had noticed. satoru was admittedly not too skilled with advice - at least, not pertaining to serious circumstances - but, you were important to him. seeing you so dull worried him. it was even noticeable to shoko, who had forced you to go out with her when the weekend finally came. drinks on her. judging by your state, you might had gone overboard.

“your eyes, ‘toru! they’re so pretty.”

satoru stiffens immediately.

you teased him a lot. it’d be soft, witty comments that would break his unbearable charm in seconds. but they were never flirtatious. that was satoru’s realm. an arm around your shoulder, him occasionally sprawling himself over you if you were laying down, him falling asleep on you more times then he could count, even going so far as to playfully kiss your cheek. satoru never hid his infatuation with you.

however, the thought of voicing it - with full authenticity, no humor embedded, was more terrifying than anything.

satoru tended to evade reality. he was a jester, even being carefree in moments that were painstakingly grim. to satoru, the world seemed to only spin with banter. ignorance is bliss.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

another voice, which satoru immediately recognizes as shoko, is heard through the phone. she was scolding you, and it was clear that she was much more sober in comparison. completely, even, satoru would guess.

“shoko!” satoru hears you giggle, and suddenly your voice sounds distant. there’s rustling, before a voice interrupts the brief silence.

“gojo.”

he feels a sense of relief wash through him. something that can take his mind off of your words. you were drunk, he reminded himself.

“what can i do for you?”

a grin appears on his face, finding the obvious tone of annoyance in shoko’s voice amusing. it was safe to assume you had most likely been somewhat problematic during your evening.

“come get her, gojo.”

satoru coughs, eyes widening.

“why? you’re out with her right now. what happened to girl’s night?”

it’s not that satoru doesn’t want to come get you. he would do anything for you. but with the state that you’re in - he’s not sure if he could handle it. you’re not like yourself.

“all she’s talking about is you. it’s driving me crazy.”

he isn’t given a chance to respond as the call promptly ends, leaving him to stare at the blank screen.

his eyes travel to his car keys on his bedside table.

•••••

1:35am.

satoru arrives at the bar in less than fifteen minutes. thankfully, the two of you share your locations with one another on your phones. it was a mutual exchange. for safety reasons, of course. friends being friends.

he’s tempted to call you again, just to find out where exactly you are (and maybe to hear your unusually upbeat voice once more), but he decides against it. he knows you probably won’t be the one to answer this time, given your inebriation. he rather face the humiliation of shoko’s teasing in one go.

the bar is lively, despite it nearing it’s closing time. at least shoko hadn’t dragged you to a club. it was safer this way, and while he trusts shoko with every fiber in his body, he’s aware that having a drunk person around is like having dead weight. shoko can be impatient at times.

scouting out the bar ultimately ends up being futile, with his search ending surprisingly quickly. satoru takes in the sight. you stick out like a sore thumb, smile bright and radiant as ever. shoko looks rather dreary beside you.

“finally.” shoko sighs, approaching him. she’s holding a lit cigarette in her hand, and satoru silently wonders if this bar even allows smoking indoors. “i’m gonna call geto or something. i need an actual drinking buddy… think there’s a bar around here that closes later?”

and while satoru wants to scold her for being out so late, he decides against it. he’s already appreciative enough that she had the willpower to stay sober.

instead, he snickers at the mention of his best friend, tilting his head. “replacing them just like that, huh?”

shoko smiles slyly, sending him a pointed look. “don’t act so nonchalant. i know when you’re nervous.”

satoru’s eyes widen, and he attempts to mask his surprise with a dismissive laugh.

“when - when have i ever been nervous?”

shoko’s face falls, and she simply blinks at him. satoru swallows thickly.

yeah, she was right.

he spares a glance over her shoulder, eyes landing on you. he almost winces. it’s a sight that even has him feeling lightheaded for a second.

your eyes are glossy and narrowed, and every movement you make seems to be in slow-motion. there’s a lazy grin on your lips as you talk to the person beside you, who satoru just knows is a poor stranger.

“jesus, shoko.” satoru breathes, momentarily glancing back at her. “why didn’t you give her a limit?”

shoko purses her lips, taking another hit from her cigarette. her face is difficult to read, though it morphs into something solemn - a twinge of sadness satoru can’t seem to understand. she looks back at you for a second before turning to satoru again.

“she needed it.” she gently replied, quiet enough to be heard by only him. “and-“

satoru’s unimpressed expression appears when he recognizes the familiar card in shoko’s hands.

“thank you, for it.” she cheekily responds, handing him his credit card back.

he hadn’t even realized it went missing.

before he could whine and scold her (and jokingly ask for the money back, despite his fortune), he feels the warm grasp of her hand around his wrist, and suddenly he’s being pulled towards you.

“alright!” shoko claps, grabbing your attention immediately. your head turns, and satoru swears he sees stars in your eyes. and maybe a little bit of confusion. you seem to have trouble processing his sudden appearance before an even wider grin adorns your face, if even possible.

“‘toru!” your arms find him, and satoru has to face away from shoko to hide his pink-dusted complexion.

you weren’t one for affection. he had expected a snarky greeting, per usual. this was different. his face feels like it’s boiling as he registers the feeling of your lips smacking against his cheek.

“how’d… how’d you get here so fast?” you giggle, pulling back from him to see his face, though keeping your arms loosely secured around his neck. “i was just on the phone with you!”

satoru has to remind himself how to breathe.

“uh-“ he glances at shoko. “i was just in the area. funny, right?”

and your body folds over, laughing as if he had just spoken the most hilarious sentence.

“what the heck?!” you gasp, and you playfully hit him in the chest. “so funny.”

shoko is beet-red from holding in her laugh. satoru glares.

“well!” she interrupts, smiling at you. “satoru’s gonna take you home now, alright?”

you gasp again, your hand falling upon your heart. “but girl’s night, shoko!”

shoko nods, faking a sad sigh.

“i know... but i’m not feeling too well, and i think i’m gonna stay here ‘til i feel better.”

she ignores the kick that satoru gives her. thankfully, you don’t seem to notice.

you blink, nodding back at her. “okay… call me when you’re home.”

shoko only hums in response, waving a dismissive hand before grabbing her phone to presumably text suguru.

satoru turns to you. you smile brightly.

you probably can’t walk straight - or go very far without falling. so, he offers an arm.

only to immediately retract it when your lips form into a pout.

“what?” he asks, confused. that familiar wit is crawling back into him, and he’s met with relief like no other. he could feel his heart rate finally slowing down, and a grin breaks out on his face. “you don’t want help, pretty?”

and he feels the world align once again, your dynamic back to normal as he observes your flustered expression. satoru smirks.

back in business.

“well…” you mumble, bringing your fingers to your chin in faux contemplation. you’ve let go of him now, though he’s resorted to firmly grabbing both of your forearms because unfortunately, your body has begun to involuntarily sway. “my place is farther, right?”

satoru tilts his head, from what? his brain is muddled, the forced proximity still affecting him indefinitely.

and though your mind is equally as scrambled from a completely different reason, you have the ability to read his.

“from here.” you clarify, and for a second satoru believes you’re sobering up, just a tad. it might have been the way you suddenly stand straighter, or how your expression relaxes. but that must be the fatigue, he thinks. satoru is a lightweight, he would know.

“we should just go to your place.”

satoru’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and while he wants to act completely shocked, he isn’t given a reason to be. you’ve always slept over, it was like second-nature. his home to be lived, to be simply loved. remnants of you everywhere, as if you shared the space. a routine that oddly encompasses what the two of you were. something never explicit.

“okay, we can go to mine.” he breathes, looking at your dilated eyes. you were staring at him differently. it was more intense. he chooses to ignore it. “grab on to me, though. i don’t want you breaking an ankle trying to get outside.”

you sluggishly wave an arm, rolling your eyes, though your head unconsciously tilts back with the movement. satoru’s eyes narrow.

“pshhh, i’ll fall just to spite you.”

•••••

2:07am.

the car ride was peaceful, surprisingly. at least to satoru, your drunk topics were like music to his ears. spontaneous and effortlessly random, though his creative mind seamlessly let him answer your brooding hypothetical questions.

“what if you crashed right now?”

“your hair would dye really easily, right? let’s do pink.”

“have you and suguru kissed before? i bet you have.”

the journey to get you inside his home was more of a different story.

“okay,” satoru breathes, leaning against the open car door, beckoning you with his hands. “stand up.”

somehow the alcohol in your system was just progressively ruining you, and you only could manage to blink up at him. it felt like the world was spinning, and satoru was just a painter’s mix of white and blue color. blurry, infuriatingly blurry.

“i don’t think-“ and you laugh, head bowing as your body shakes. a part of you is still conscious, in disbelief that you’re as fucked up as you are. “i don’t think i can stand up.”

his mischievous smile hadn’t returned since you were at the bar, and instead satoru had begun to exhibit a softer demeanor. voice patient, touch effortlessly gentle. you didn’t think too much about it, mostly because you mentally couldn’t.

“right.” satoru chuckles, momentarily pressing his hand against his mouth to muffle the sound. this was undeniably strange for him. had he stepped into a parallel universe? the roles are meant to be reversed. he was supposed to make shitty decisions, not you.

however, he doesn’t pester you further, simply approaching you and lifting you from under your arms. you try to support yourself to be of some use, but your hands fall upon nothing, vision whirling until it feels nearly nauseating. you give up.

“i got you.” satoru reassures, and suddenly, you’re pressed against him. an irritating reminder of his strength.

in a bittersweet way, it was kind of nostalgic. memories of past summers where you would be too tired to walk back to your dorm, the feeling of security from being so close to him warming you infinitely. he would tuck you into bed. and maybe you chose to overlook the fact that satoru had always been gentle with you.

you were in your early twenties now, that boyish charm still following him - and you’re sure it would never leave.

“do you feel sick?” he asks, now carrying your sluggish body. he had tried to let you walk on your own, but the attempts made were laughable. he’d rather avoid causing you trouble.

surprisingly, you didn’t. you felt more warm than anything, the buzz making your scalp tingle. you shook your head.

“feel…” your head leans against him, lolling to the side as if it’s suddenly become too heavy. “good.”

satoru hums in acknowledgment, fishing in his pocket with one hand, the other still holding you. he opens the door to his home with ease, heading straight to the bathroom after he’s closed it. you’re staring at him in wonder, and he senses the question before you ask.

“gonna get you ready for bed.” he answers, helping you up as you sit rather hesitantly on the counter. you hold your hands in your lap, closing your eyes. nostalgic, again.

it’s too domestic, and yet so normal.

it was usually you who would have satoru sit, gently removing his eyewear and helping him brush his teeth. he’d complain about anything - whether the water was too hot, the light was too bright, or the silence was too loud. despite the nagging, you loved taking care of him while he was drunk. and satoru craved the affection. sometimes, he got tipsy with hopes you’d be there at the end of the night. you always were.

“is this fun for you?”

satoru looks up from the cotton pad he had been coating with your makeup remover. during the times you’ve slept over, he’s picked up on the little things.

“fun?” he sends you a questioning look, a smile on his face. you diligently nod for longer than needed.

“yeah. when i’m drunk.” you reply, eyes still closed. “i like taking care of you… when you are. it’s been a while.”

satoru’s heart melts at that, though he only visibly snickers.

“well,” his hand reaches up to your face, keeping it in place as he begins to glide the cotton pad across your skin. it’s pleasant. “you haven’t thrown up, so i like it so far.”

you giggle, peeking through narrowed eyes at him. he’s awfully close.

“i don’t feel sick, s’ don’t worry.” you mumble, your body suddenly feeling numb as you try to force yourself to stay as still as possible. the bathroom light makes satoru look better than he should. you would argue it was because you weren’t thinking straight, but he always looked good. it was stupid.

“good.” he whispered, and for a moment you feel the ministrations on your face stop. the sound of your toothpaste opening fills your senses, and you silently watch as satoru coats your toothbrush. you smile lightly.

“i can do that… myself.” you slowly speak, grabbing it from him. you’re grateful that he refrains from teasing you as you almost completely miss the toothbrush with your hindered sight. he also nearly pouts, but doesn’t object. he likes to be babied by you, and he wants to return the favor. some of his best memories are ones he could hardly remember after nights out. unexplainably, it bothered him that you didn’t let him treat you the same. vulnerability is beautiful, satoru had found. he enjoyed it when he was around you. he wonders if he’d be as sane without it.

he watches as you jump off the counter, wobbling a little, which results in him immediately wrapping an arm around you.

“you sure?” he teases, and it takes everything in him to not pull out his phone a record a video for later. this is hilarious to him, truly. he’s surprised shoko hadn’t enjoyed it as much as he currently was.

you sigh dramatically, leaning against him in submission. a bit of your normal self shines through the reluctancy. satoru doesn’t say anything, only sneaking an occasional glance through the mirror you both faced. you brush your teeth like that, bodies pressed against one another. he holds your hair as you rinse your mouth. the stability is comforting.

you make no effort to separate from him after you finish. satoru doesn’t seem to mind. you’re not sure whether or not you imagine his grip getting tighter.

he guides you to his familiar bedroom. surprisingly neat, as he always seemed to leave it. it looked like the set of a movie - maybe too prim and proper. satoru was never really home anymore, business meetings and missions taking up the majority of his time. he was training to be a teacher, after-all - as strange as it was to you. despite it, you always valued how high you were on his list of priorities. he continuously made time for you.

the warmth you had felt is suddenly gone, and you complain as he leaves you sat on the edge of his bed.

“i’m getting you clothes, i’ll be back, sleepyhead.” he teases, and you watch as he disappears into his closet. you wonder if it also looks the same. you vaguely recall his uniforms neatly hung, casual clothes on the other side of the walk-in. on nights out, you used to help him pick his outfits. help me pull tonight, he’d beg. then, he’d go out with you and buy you a new outfit of your own. he loved being a judge in the dressing rooms. but you’re not sure if he was ever really honest; he would just end up buying everything your eyes lingered on. stupid gojo satoru. they’re fond memories, leaving you smiling while looking down at your hands.

satoru’s wealth was never forgettable. he was not humble by any means, but he was generous. with money, he had never been greedy. he’d spend his fortune on you if you let him.

that’s one thing about friendship, right? you give them your all.

“here.” a t-shirt and sweatpants are placed on your lap, and you recognize them as his own. they’re pure cotton, the material smooth as you feel it against your skin. curse men with money. “change, and i’ll let you sleep.”

inertly, you nod. your eyes follow him as he exits the room and closes the door behind himself.

every person has their own version of how they perceive someone else. to the rest of the world, satoru might be oddly optimistic. egotistical, definitely. you’d grown to love the fool, despite the flaws he continuously claims he lacks. denial seems to only be bearable if he’s the one complaining.

your limbs feel heavy as you replace your clothes with his. they engulf you, feeling like a warm hug. you have bundles of his wardrobe back in your own closet, for the nights when he would sleepover. strictly. and perhaps you had prolonged returning them to use them as your own. satoru never made the effort to ask for anything back, though. it frustrates you, the craving of his touch and scent so intense you’re embarrassed by the mere thought of it. he makes it all too easy.

the door slowly creaks open before your vision happily welcomes him back. you raise a brow at him from instinct.

“and what if i was still changing?” you asked teasingly, voice clearly worn out. you let your body collapse on to the outrageously comfortable mattress, sighing as your head hits satoru’s expensive pillows. they smell like him. “you didn’t even knock.”

your eyes trail to him, watching as he leans against the doorframe. his arms are crossed as he stares down at you, playfully rolling his eyes. the blue is ever-so-slightly visible as his glasses sit at the edge of his nose.

“you were taking too long. thought you might have passed out or something…” he replies, letting himself in. you only respond with a mocking laugh, eyes narrowed as they threaten to close.

“you’re a bad liar.”

he ignores you, and a satisfied smirk appears on your face.

you hear the click of satoru’s bedside lamp, and sigh in relief as the main fluorescent lights are turned off. your eyes invite the ambient orange with open arms.

satoru chuckles at you, removing his glasses and leaving them on the bedside table. you watch in curiosity as he crouches down beside you. he only smiles in response.

you try your best to hide your surprise as he lays his head on the edge of the bed, facing you. his legs are crossed as he sits on the floor, comfortable and casual. you blink at him slowly, shamelessly staring. he’s awfully close again.

“hi.” he whispers. that stupid smile, again.

you’re speechless for a moment, trying to overcome the feeling of your stomach flipping, as if you’ve just dropped from a rollercoaster. with the forced proximity, you’re nervous he can practically see your heightened senses. your entire body feels unbearably warm.

“hi.” you whisper back, finding yourself bashfully grinning at the intimacy. it’s involuntary, pure instinct. there’s blazing resentment that sits uncomfortably.

there were so many people in the world. why must cupid have you chase after the most unattainable one?

“tired?” satoru asks, tilting his head. his question lingers in the air for a while. you like the silence, relishing in how soft his voice had sounded. he chuckles when all you do is hum in response. “sleep, then. it’s late.”

slowly, your head shakes. “… i don’t want to.” your voice is muffled by the pillow. “i wanna talk.”

satoru rolls his eyes at your stubbornness, words completely defying your appearance. he’s sure if he stays quiet for over a minute, you’d be out like a light. regardless, he grants you your wish.

“about what?” he asks, and you appreciate that his tone is of genuine interest. you’ve never felt like a burden around him. your eyes close as you feel him caress the top of your head.

no matter what, there would always be a touch of bitterness towards gojo satoru, despite the tenderness he handles you with. and the most frustrating part was that he had never done anything wrong. he’s just himself. and you suppose that’s why it hurts a little more.

you’re left to collect your scrambled thoughts, eyes tiredly looking into his, as if they’ll give you all your answers. and a part of you thinks they might.

it’s the world’s most intimate staring contest. dilated pupils that you can’t register, the longing for something so mutual it’s painful.

to his dismay, you look away.

satoru is reminded of the night, despite the fuzzy feeling in his chest. he’s the first to break the silence.

“what’s wrong, pretty?”

satoru knows this is unfair. he’s taking advantage of the state that you’re in. drunk words are sober thoughts, he once heard. but you’re always so private. never letting anyone in, succumbing to your own thoughts until something like this happens. where you’ve drank an entire night away, and somehow, your mind is still plagued.

you look back at him innocently, and a pang of guilt seeps through his being. he’s tempted to retract his words, to climb and lay down beside you. to lull you to sleep. but he favors his curiosity and pure concern over anything. it blinds him. he’s sorry for this, genuinely.

you’re slow to answer, and while satoru tries tells himself it’s because of the inebriation, he knows it’s because you don’t want to tell him. your mind was everything but pliable.

your eyes leave him again, staring off at the wall over his shoulder. an attempt to escape his attention, but you still have it completely. you’re all he can focus on. your voice is still muffled by the pillow.

“you.”

the confession stings. and suddenly, satoru wishes he hadn’t asked. it’s too serious, too heartbreakingly honest. you deserve to have this conversation in a better state. but he’s evil at times. so he doesn’t stop you.

“you’re all i think about.” you confess, voice exasperated, and satoru feels his stomach drop at the view of complete hopelessness in your eyes. “it’s driving me crazy.”

he recalls the initial phone call of the night.

shoko’s complaints about how often you brought him up, saying you were driving her crazy. was that really the universal way of describing it? the confirmation only came when he got to witness your affection first-hand. the hug, the kiss on the cheek.

his mind is racing, heart beating so fast he’s afraid he will combust. feelings that had been years in the making with pitiful secret glances, all amounted to a confession that he’s not even sure he can convince himself is genuine. yet he licks his lips, breath faltering. he can ruin everything with a snap of his fingers - but this friendship? he can’t. he won’t.

“is that a bad thing?”

the question leaves him quicker than he expects, and he surprises himself with the bluntness. it eats at him, the yearning for your adoration so eager it scares him. the impulsivity of the sentence makes him think, yes, he wants to know what you feel. how you feel about him? do you think the two of you would work out? is it too complicated to even try?

a breathy chuckle leaves you. the sound reminds him of shoko’s solemn expression from back at the bar.

“i don’t know anymore.”

satoru swallows thickly, throat feeling dry. there’s delusion that takes over him, and he lets himself have this moment of bliss. he used to beg the universe for something like this. sitting outside, taking walks during the night on his own, hands in his pockets as he followed nothing in particular. his head would tilt to the sky, eyes shining at the stars. he’d beg everything that someday he’d get over his fear and admit his infatuation. that maybe he’d have a chance. that he wouldn’t ruin the two of you. the bond you had was too precious to him.

gojo satoru sometimes lacks self-control. he can be selfish without meaning to be. he likes talking, loves evading. because again, the world only seemed to spin with banter.

but now, it feels like the spinning has stopped. the earth is stable, frozen in time, being so generous with leaving you both to move freely. as if it’s fate. satoru thinks, just for a moment, that this feels okay to admit. he’ll be honest. even if it makes his world break.

“i’m always thinking about you.”

gojo satoru. triumphant to all, though perfectly okay with losing a battle to you.

he’s not sure how to describe the look you give him. it’s hazy, and he prays he’s right about detecting joy.

there’s a pause that makes him nervous. more nervous than he’s ever felt.

and then you lean forward to kiss him.

a hand raises to gently pass through his hair. the softness of it makes him shiver. he feels you cradle his face so innocently, noticing how the touch is there, but also not. you’re giving him a chance to pull away. always selfless, never forceful. the beauty of your nature. too aware of everything.

how heartless of him to kiss back.

it shouldn’t feel this good. he shouldn’t love how your hand buries itself in his hair, or how he could feel your smile against his mouth. it’s addictive.

he separates from you for a moment, watching as you sit up hastily. you claim his lips once more, as if they should never be apart. and they shouldn’t, he thinks.

the bliss is euphoric.

and yet, there’s a pit of uncomfortable shame that wrecks through his entire being.

when you part, satoru’s throat feels tight. his eyes are watering, and yet he’s unable to look away. it’s horrific.

what did he just do?

“i…” he quietly speaks, though it gets lost in the darkness of his room. a single look at you and all words are gone.

you have a sleepy smile on your face, eyes twinkling. satoru stops himself from talking, because he knows he’ll just find a way to ruin the moment. it’s serene and he knows he doesn’t deserve it. but he wants to enjoy it for as long as he can.

a soft sigh leaves your lips, and you breathlessly laugh. it’s fatigued, but you’re still there. present. satoru feels like he might cry.

“i love you.”

satoru’s eyes shut tightly, and he silently hopes he could conjure the ability to just disappear. to be gone forever, to never have to look back. anything to escape this, because his heart hurts. and it’s the kind of feeling that makes him sick.

he can’t say it back. he refuses.

adolescent love is one like no other. puppy love, is what it’s mostly called. puppy love that never fades, puppy love that never dies. what is that? just plain love? that didn’t feel right. it was bland and boring. a phrase that certainly couldn’t encapsulate what he truly felt. maybe it needed a metaphor. fireworks blazing in the night sky, the unexpected spark you feel as you accidentally shock yourself, the sight of the most heavenly sunset. even then, nothing completely translated.

satoru can see your eyes struggling to stay open, fluttering desperately with exhaustion. you lay back down. his body generously lends him the strength to raise his hand to cup your face. he caresses it gently, doing his best to mask the tremble in his limbs. your hand rests over his own.

this wasn’t a mere friendship.

in fact, there’s something in the back of his mind screaming at him that it never was.

satoru is right, you fall asleep quickly. your body gives into the the necessity, liquor bothering you no further.

claws grasp at him, pulling him back to consciousness. be realistic, they say. because this, this can’t happen.

his head bows down, and his body curls in itself. he feels sluggish as he stands up, slow steps taken as he feels like be may collapse if he moves too quickly. he takes one last look at you before he shuts the bedroom door. the sliver of light that comes from his open blinds leaves the remnants of his shadow, darkness looming over you. like a devil over your shoulder.

you probably wouldn’t remember in the morning.

his voice is a whisper that he’s sure you aren’t able to hear, even if you were somehow awake. it’s hesitant, mostly because the words make him feel bile crawling in his throat. he’s dizzy from it.

“it’ll pass.”

•••

11:47am.

it hurts to move your head. and blink, and think.

“don’t let me drink again.” you whine, arm over your eyes. it’s pitiful, and the boy beside you only snickers.

“complain to shoko.” he muses, eyes closed.

he lays beside you in his bed, enjoying the sunshine peeking through the window. satoru had disturbed your slumber in worries that you had planned to spend the rest of the day rotting with your hangover. it was a pointless concern, as he now knew you were going to do it regardless.

there was nothing different about this. it was normal. no uncomfortable tension. friends being friends, or so it seemed.

“thank you for taking care of me.” you breathed, leaning over to pat his chest lightly.

you don’t mention kissing him.

“it was…” satoru clicks his tongue in thought, humming. “an experience. for sure.”

satoru doesn’t either.

the avoidance aches.

“do you want water?” he asks, peering at you through a half-opened eye. he’s relieved when you nod, desperate to flee your overwhelming presence for a few minutes.

he wonders who would be the first to bring it up - if it would get brought up. did you even remember? he doubts it.

defeat looms through him, and he knows that he can’t just let the night go. now that he’s had a taste of it, of you, he’s not sure he could live without it.

so what does he do?

he begins to ignore you. as stupid as that sounds - yes, gojo satoru begins to ignore you.

•••

2 weeks later.

well, he tries to ignore you.

he doesn’t cut contact; he doubts he’d ever be able to stop talking to you for more than a day, but there is less vigor there. no flirting, no physical attention. it’s as if you’ve become poisonous.

it confuses you, and it makes you helpless. you start to doubt everything.

sure, having satoru rampantly run through your mind was exhausting, but you preferred it more than acting like he didn’t exist. you’re sure that if the thought of him was wiped from all your memories, you’d feel obliviously empty. gojo satoru was meant to be there. he had made his mark.

“you’re a terrible baker.”

you glare at him through the sides of your narrowed eyes, attention reverting back to the microwave in front of you.

“it’s microwaveable popcorn, satoru. i’m not baking anything.”

satoru grins in response, “but you tried.”

the both of you stare off to the end of the kitchen, looking at the trashcan that currently held a failed attempt at cinnamon rolls.

“you didn’t tell me the timer was going off!” you defend, arms thrown into the air. it causes satoru to let out a laugh, and you have to ignore how you see his hand stop itself from patting you on the back.

after all these years, you had always hypothesized (and tried accepting) that the relationship you had with satoru would mostly likely end with a premature death. yours, you had always assumed. jujustu sorcery kind of made that an unavoidable mindset.

never, never in a million years, would you expect it to be turned brittle with a kiss. a kiss that had began to shatter everything. ugly thorns showed through, stabbing at every attempt to make things seem normal again. it was an idiotic kiss caused by an idiotic mind.

did you really think you’d have him? you yourself called him unattainable.

“are you sleeping over?”

you’re not sure why you ask. maybe it’s to hear something, anything; a confirmation that what the two of you have isn’t fucked forever. but you see how he tenses. how his eyes avoid yours. you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from having a complete outburst.

ignore it! you want to beg. act like it never happened, please.

“no, i have to finish up some work.” he answers, finger tracing over the kitchen countertops. his voice is low, and an awkward cough follows his words.

he would have never answered like that before.

despite your visible disappointment, you nod, fighting the urge to slap yourself across the face.

stupid.

“same.” you mumble, and while it’s obviously a lie, satoru doesn’t question it.

it’s just how things go for a while.

you text him every day, see him occasionally, and life simply continues. it continues without him really in it. at least, not as present as he was before.

you spend a majority of your time with shoko and suguru. they never ask you anything, but since that night you notice how they both stop bringing satoru’s name up. you wonder if it was a collective agreement, if they had spoken to each other privately beforehand. was the change in your relationship that obvious? it’s as if satoru doesn’t exist when you’re around them, and oddly enough, it helps.

it isn’t until suguru’s birthday that you really begin to crack.

organized by you, shoko, and satoru (though, mainly you and shoko), you plan a small party for suguru. it was an act of appreciation, you adored the man infinitely. possibly more than satoru did, but you refrained from saying that out loud. satoru was prideful in his love for his best friend.

“where do i put these?”

you raise your head from the cake you had been frosting, eyes falling upon a grinning haibara. nanami was here too, the two of them arriving early to help with decorations. haibara holds party streamers in his hands, assorted with all different sorts of color. you smile back at him.

“around the entrance, i think. i want his eyes to be overwhelmed as soon as he walks through the door.” you beam, eyes mischievous. haibara laughs, nodding in agreement. you watch as he walks away towards the front door.

suguru would be here in twenty minutes, according to his text. you had invited him over for what he assumed was a movie night. you had a lot of those now, fighting off the dread of your lonely nights without satoru. it admittedly felt wrong to have shoko or suguru fill that void, but you weren’t sure what else to do. satoru wouldn’t come over during night anymore. he’d linger in the afternoon, then be gone just as quickly.

“nice hand-writing.”

you freeze in place, the piping bag you were writing with stopping at the end of ‘birthday.’ satoru watches from above your leaned figure, eyes taking in the small drawings of balloons and neat cursive letters.

“the best, right?” you attempt to act nonchalantly, continuing to fill out the bottom of the cake with suguru’s name. “and i told you i was a good baker.”

satoru laughs at that, nodding. “i’ll believe it when i get a piece.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head at him with a smile, and you finally look up, snorting at the sight of him.

loving him was so easy.

he wears a party hat over his head, the elastic band around his face looking somewhat uncomfortable. you notice he carries another hat in his hand.

“match with me?” he grins, stretching out his arm, hoping you would take it.

you don’t even complain. you’re so derived of him, the thought doesn’t even cross your mind.

there’s a certain type of joy that you could only feel whenever you were around satoru. his childishness definitely was a factor, but you wonder if it was also his unintentional kindness. you’re aware of everything, but him? you can’t imagine what his mind must look like. he knows how to fill a room with his presence. he knows how to make you smile. had he studied the world, or did it come naturally?

your thoughts die down when you watch his expression turn into pure glee as you attach the reflective plastic to your head.

it’s the most attention you’ve received in so long, and frankly, it’s pathetic that you feel your heart beat just a little faster from it.

in twenty minutes, you’re all stood around the front door, party whistles in hand.

door is open, let yourself in, you had texted suguru.

the lights are off, everyone hidden under the darkness. even with the lack of light, your eyes had begun to adjust, seeking out the silly decorations you had all put up. posters of cats and dogs with party hats, similar to you and satoru, along with streamers that extended to entirely other rooms, and balloons that took up the majority of the ceiling.

“i’m surprised you kept it a secret.” you mumbled, voice low as you crouch beside the white-haired male. satoru’s jaw momentarily drops, characteristically dramatic.

“mean.” you hear him mumble, and you gasp as you feel him pinch your side. you slap his arm, and he giggles.

it’s familiar, and you try not to dwell on the action for too long.

when the door knob tilts, you cease all noise. the creaking of the door is thrilling, the gap widening by the second.

you all jump out once it’s opened, haibara being quick to turn the lights on.

“surprise!”

suguru’s face makes you want to laugh. he’s surprised, definitely, but there’s also a glint of playful annoyance. he stands at the doorway for a moment, scanning the room to look at everyone he’s seen for years. all together, grins on every face. he momentarily observes the random decor.

“movie night, huh?” he muses, and you giggle in return. his hair is half-tied up, pieces naturally falling by the sides of his face. there’s that gentle smile that he always holds.

“worked out pretty well.” you shrugged, grinning as you approach him.

his arms are outstretched, and hesitantly, you find yourself in them. unlike you.

shoko’s eyes glance over to satoru.

“happy birthday.” you mumble into suguru’s shirt, squeezing him tightly.

and you’re ripped away from him as satoru throws an arm around the two of you.

“happy birthday!” he interrupts, and suguru makes a face as he obnoxiously plants a loud kiss on his cheek. you’re taken aback for a second, surprised at the casualness of his body against yours. as if the past two weeks hadn’t happened.

haibara, nanami, and shoko approach to give the male the same attention, half-hugs all given. and maybe satoru is reading into it a little too much, but suguru isn’t giving them the same amount of affection as he gave you.

his eyes land on the party hat you’re still wearing, a small frown on his face as he messes with the elastic of his.

he kinda feels like a lost puppy for a bit, following you and suguru as you seamlessly chat amongst yourselves. his two favorite people, mixing as they always have - but for some reason, it feels a bit different. it’s pitiful, the way he watches you interact with each other. shoko has to look away, while nanami and haibara are thankfully oblivious.

“you made a cake?” suguru smiles, eyeing the colorful frosting. ‘happy birthday sugi-poo’ is written, a forceful demand on satoru’s part. suguru’s eyebrow raises, knowing only one person would suggest it. “… with satoru?”

satoru gladly attempts to interrupt with an enthusiastic “yes!” but you cut him off with a scoff.

head shaking, you gave him a pointed look. “no, he made me write that.”

suguru nods, though his eyes linger on you and his expression turns into amusement. he can see satoru in his peripheral vision. he doesn’t question you any further.

the night is enjoyable while it lasts.

you end up staying beside shoko the majority of the time, the two of you chatting about whatever comes to mind. you always found it easy to talk to her, like she had a level of understanding that you couldn’t comprehend. you’d argue that it was the future doctor in her, but she’d scold you and tell you she wasn’t nearly done with her studies yet. you liked that look of annoyance on her face though, so you’d probably never stop poking fun at her career choice. a million years in debt if you weren’t a sorcerer, you’d grin. you wouldn’t call her lucky, though.

satoru is glued to suguru’s side, as he always was, though you notice how his expression seems a little less cheerful than usual. they’re talking, but you’ve never been a good lip-reader, so you disregard your concern and avert your attention back to your brunette friend.

as soon as he senses your eyes not on them anymore, suguru breaks.

“something needs to change.”

satoru leans forward, sighing heavily. there’s an exaggerative slump in his shoulders, and he slowly looks up at suguru. the repetitive topic being brought back up again.

“no.”

“yes.”

suguru scoffs, rubbing his eyes with his hand in annoyance, a level that only satoru could tread on and reach as easily.

“you looked like you were gonna kill me.”

satoru laughs, rolling his eyes. “i did not-“

“satoru.”

he looks back up, quirking a brow at the seriousness in suguru’s face.

“she kissed you. do something about it.”

suguru was the only person satoru had gone to, while you had stayed silent since that night. normally, satoru was reclusive with feelings, but suguru was more in-touch with reasonable actions than he was. he needed advice, though he never took it because he disliked the options given. stubborn.

“what if i don’t want to?”

there’s a small beat of silence, before suguru’s head perks up.

he smirks happily, eyes closed, almost like he had expected a response like that. he provides a solution of his own, voice light and airy as if it’s an easy compromise. it definitely isn’t.

“then i’ll kiss her.”

satoru stills, eyes widening.

realistically, satoru knew it was an empty threat. suguru would never do something like that to him - he was too civil and kindhearted. but his words bothered him nonetheless, because even if suguru wasn’t going to, someone else eventually would. he’s playing the waiting game, but for what, exactly?

the friendship didn’t feel the same anymore. beating around the bush was becoming a little pointless because satoru was distancing himself anyway. he wanted to keep you, but how could he when there’s something there that the two of you are both equally as afraid of saying out loud?

it’s conflicting emotions, all too grand for a man that fears showing them. he offers no verbal response, and suguru keeps up his smile, all-knowing and finally satisfied.

suguru leaves him after that, his back turning to walk the other way, his long black hair being the only thing satoru could really focus on. reluctantly, satoru stands straighter, feeling as though something had rid of him of his strength. it takes him more effort than usually needed to simply walk to the kitchen.

he pauses in his steps, and stands at the entrance for a bit. it’s you.

satoru’s brows raise in curiosity as he observes you scrummaging through every possible drawer. there’s a frustrated tone in your feverish movements. you hadn’t noticed him, too concentrated in your search.

“what are you looking for?” he bluntly asks, and stops himself from chuckling at the way your body tenses in surprise. you compose yourself quickly, sighing and turning back to look at him. your arms cross, and you lean against the counter.

“i can’t find my lighter for the birthday candles.”

satoru snorts, raising a brow. “oh no, the entire party is ruined.”

“shut up.” you groan, glaring at him. “it’s important! that’s like the biggest part of birthday parties.”

satoru leans back against the doorway, eyes spotting suguru in the living room chatting amongst other people. he’s lively, extroverted in a way satoru isn’t.

“i’m pretty sure he’d be okay without making wishes this year-“

“can you drive me to the gas station? please?”

you already have your wallet in your hand, and satoru isn’t sure how he feels about the fact that you just know he would say yes immediately.

“it’ll be fast.” you insist, and he’s not sure why you’re adding on to it, because he’s already grabbing his jacket from the other room. his mind is on auto-pilot around you.

you don’t tell anyone you’re leaving, simply expecting the trip to last less than ten minutes. the gas station is a few streets away, and you trust that your only mission is to buy one measly lighter from the convenience store beside it.

birthdays were always a big deal for you, it was something satoru quickly learned from your days back at jujustu high. if it was someone’s birthday, it was safe was assume you’d be outside their door waiting with a cake. birthday candles too.

even now, several years after graduation, you still have the ability to conjure up everyone into a single location for a celebration. you were difficult to refuse. it’s one of your traits that satoru found the most admirable.

it’s painful that the drive is mostly silent, only filled with small talk that friends of two days would engage in. only, you’ve known satoru for much longer. there had been tension gradually building over the past couple of weeks, thick and ugly. satoru knows it’s his fault entirely, but he’s selfish and would rather let you suffer to keep his peace.

you arrive faster than you anticipate, a breath of relief leaving your lips as you unbuckle your seatbelt, hand on the car door.

“two minutes, tops.”

satoru watches as you step out, hands in his lap.

he feels the cold breeze of the night air before the door is closed, and he’s left alone with his thoughts again.

fuck. fuck this.

this was torturous. with every passing day, he had only been pushing you further away. suguru’s words had been passing through his head like a broken record, repeating the same verse until it was beginning to drive him mad. something needs to change.

yes, yes it does.

he needed to take the initiative, as much as he dreaded it. he missed spending countless days together. he wanted them back.

satoru was just being a stubborn idiot, one that knows he’d be unable to really control his feelings. he’d just dig his own grave deeper, he supposes, until spontaneity ate at him and he could finally confess.

he remembers his teenage years, recalling the first actual time that shoko and suguru had cornered him.

it was a rainy day, excruciatingly slow. the three of them were hauled in satoru’s dorm, having nothing better to do than watch bad romcoms. you had been the only person sent out on a mission - only because you had been the only person who volunteered. it was uncommon for your classmates to worry about you in a a situation like this, knowing that yaga would only send you out so randomly when the issue wasn’t that big. two grade three curses, you’d be back soon.

except that wasn’t really the case.

you arrived back hours later than expected. bloody and bruised, clutching your arm to your side. grade one. jujustu high had incorrectly identified the curse. it had been able to split it’s body in three, as well as equally distribute it’s cursed energy. that was why it had fled detection.

impressionable, young, and (more notably) driven with anger, satoru argued for weeks with the higher ups.

gojo satoru was among one of the most respected jujustu sorcerers, even before adulthood. but it was an attempt in vain. jujustu would not fold by his say alone. he hadn’t even completely proved himself worthy of his title yet. the strongest, in jujustu high, definitely. but not strong enough. not yet.

and sure, you had made it out alive, but barely. weeks later, he’d wince at the announcement of your promotion to a grade one sorcerer. you were in the same boat as him and suguru now, all labeled as some of the best of the modern age for only being sixteen. he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

the perception of satoru changed after that. maybe he wasn’t just a heartless comic. of course, suguru and shoko were well-aware of it, but this was something deeper. the entire experience had shifted their white-haired classmate.

while you recovered in the infirmary, suguru and shoko took it as their chance. it was during a training day. shoko had stared for a while, meanwhile suguru was looking in every other direction. they ended up both speaking at the same time.

“you like her, don’t you?”

and satoru had just dumbly blinked.

more than anything, he had wanted to say. but he remembered how much of a coward he had been that day. he denied everything, even going so far as to get uncharacteristically upset. suguru and shoko never directly brought it up after that.

satoru sighs, leaning back against the car seat, raking a hand through his hair.

it had definitely been longer than two minutes. where were you?

uncomfortably, he sat up straighter, grabbing his phone to look at the time.

8:43pm.

ten minutes had gone by.

without thinking too much about it, satoru exits the car, heading straight towards the convenience store a few feet away. maybe you were grabbing something else?

the bells on the top of the door jingle as he enters, his eyes scanning the area. there’s a sense of relief that flushes through his body at the sight of you.

though not visibly damaged, satoru could easily tell from your posture that you were feeling some discomfort. you’re talking to the cashier - or, rather, the cashier was talking to you. there’s a safe distance between the both of you, the counter providing a more comforting separation.

you’re smiling, and it’s stiff. satoru recognizes it to be forceful. there’s hesitance in your polite nods and undoubtedly fake chuckles.

“i’m off in an hour.”

satoru’s eyes widen, and he steps behind an isle to hide his obvious eavesdropping.

“no… ha, i’m actually pretty busy at the moment-“

“give me your number, we can reschedule.”

the cashier’s voice sounds more demanding, remnants of the seductive tone he held dissipating. how long had this been going on for? satoru shakes his head, stepping back out.

he’s not really sure what takes over him. protectiveness, yes, but pleasure? excitement? maybe a little.

“hi, baby.”

it comes out too casual, and satoru raises an arm to wrap around your shoulders. he flashes the most shit-eating grin at the cashier. this feels right.

“you finish checking her out?”

there’s a flush of satisfying red that darkens the man’s face, and satoru chuckles.

“no, no, checking her out.” he points at the lighter on the counter with a raised brow. “we’re in a bit of a hurry.”

satoru could feel your gaze, head tilted upwards as you watch the entire interaction in silence. he could sense how tense you were, though you made no effort to separate yourself from him. whether it’s from the situation itself, or satoru falling into old habits, you nearly flinch when you feel him press a small kiss on your cheek.

“three dollars, please.”

beating you to it, satoru hands him his card. the man is avoiding all eye contact, head tilted down to stare at the counter.

you often forget how shamelessly smug gojo satoru can be. he never really exhibits that attitude around you, always sweet and respectful. you’ve only really gotten a peek at this different demeanor once or twice - back when you used to accompany him on missions. he can be ruthless. frighteningly ruthless.

after satoru pays (with an obnoxiously toned ‘thank you!’), there’s a hand on your back that leads you out the door. you’re compliant, mind wracking with undeniable confusion, submissive in a way that you’re sure you’d be embarrassed of under any other situation.

you’re nervous, you realize. because this is flirtatious, intimate, and it’s been so long since he’s had you this close.

“what a creep, huh?”

you’re back in the car, fingers fidgeting with one another as you force your eyes to stare out the window. there are so many words begging to be spoken on the tip of your tongue.

is it really possible for someone to spring back like that? as if it’s natural? no mind to the grief of a rotting friendship, or whatever the two of you had. you appreciate satoru’s concern for you like no other - but when it’s dominant like that? composure lost, behavior cocky. a glimpse of it is all you need, because how can he act like that after everything? it seemed so natural for him to be so possessive.

“you okay?” satoru’s eyes glance to you for a split second, fingers moving to turn on the engine. he pulls out of the parking lot, and in seconds you’re back on the main road. you’re digging your nails into your palms.

satoru worryingly looks over at you again, unsettled by your lack of response. he acts before he thinks, a hand reaching over in an attempt to gently grab yours.

“i’m really sorry i didn’t notice sooner. i would’ve-“

“are you upset that i kissed you?”

his hand retracts itself immediately. satoru wants to slam the breaks and scold you; complain to you for saying something so sudden as he’s driving. instead, his entire body tenses, and his grip on the steering wheel becomes incredibly tighter. you remembered, is all he’s thinking.

you mean for the question to come out more hostile than it does. instead, it’s weak. defeated, even.

“… what?”

“i’m just confused.”

it’s ugly word vomit, thoughts you don’t want to say out loud, but you’re frustrated. because how can he be so carefree, knowing that everything is dwindling? how much longer can you passively stay alive, ignoring that stinging wound in your heart that cuts itself deeper by the minute?

and why does he looked so shocked?

“you’re so… complicated, satoru.” you whisper, head leaning back as you close your eyes. you’ve had enough. if confrontation was something he was avoiding - then, fine. you’d hurt yourself first.

so many years of pining after him, just to have your heart broken in a few mere moments. darkness bites you, everywhere all at one. clouds appear, rain trickling down as if it's just routine. a hallway of endless disaster. maybe you had done some horrible things in your past - but was getting put through this turmoil really necessary? your heart hurt.

“i’m sorry i did it.” it’s cruel that you can physically feel your body giving out on you. your limbs lay heavy, lip trembling. “i really, really, am sorry.”

you look to the side to avoid everything about him. you weren’t going to be able to do this if you saw his face - that much you knew. in more comedic (and equally as depressing) lighting, you wanted to jump out of the car. anything sounded better than being beside him at the moment, really.

but you also wanted to see his eyes roll with affection. a teasing smile, a soft mention of your name. but nothing comes, and it leaves you to fill the unpleasant silence.

“you confuse me-“ you pause, wiping a stream of unwarranted tears that fall from your eyes. humility seeps through your soul. “you confuse me because you kissed back. and that gave me hope for a little.”

and it really had.

you had awoken that next morning with the biggest grin, an army of butterflies swarming through your stomach. you had laid in his bed for hours, up until you knew he was awake. you were anxious - thrilled to hear him ask you about it. satoru had always been confrontational, which is why when he had said absolutely nothing when he first saw you, it crushed all those butterflies in an instant.

you cried once you were finally home.

gojo satoru does not do anything to ease your pain. not then, not now. his eyes are stagnant, only focused on the road. for a moment, you genuinely wonder if he had even heard you. or, more realistically, if he was choosing not to.

bitterly, you press your palms to your eyes, sighing softly.

this would be it, then. you would have to walk back into your home, light candles on a cake, and wish his best friend a wonderful birthday. all while looking unaffected. because the boy next to you just refuses to respond.

everything, all this, just because you liked a boy.

satoru’s eyes are hazy, and he’s sure he might leave indents on the wheel from his grip. everything about him feels unstable. the world is out of orbit. it's spiraling, keeping him unbalanced. he can't think clearly.

“… you don’t understand.”

no other word choice could have possibly made you more aggravated. a simple rejection could have cut it, and you would have miserably accepted it too. but now, he’s just making it more convoluted, too irritatingly intricate.

“then, god, satoru. help me understand.”

that meekness once displayed is substituted with hurt. genuine, genuine hurt. hurt because this is your fault, hurt because you know you’re being selfish by solely blaming him, hurt because nothing can ever be straightforward when it came to satoru.

you notice him pull-over. it’s an empty parking lot, the only light coming from distant street lamps. you reckon you’d prefer if he just left you stranded there, or if he could have the heart to simply kill yours and take you out of your misery.

“you have a knife back here?”

“shut up.”

it’s dejected, and your attempt at making the tense situation a little more light-hearted fails disastrously. you don’t remember a time where satoru had ever looked this serious. the closest would maybe be when you were sixteen and stupid, almost getting yourself killed when fighting a grade one curse. you wonder if satoru thought of the ordeal with the same fondness.

probably not.

“look-“ the car is parked, and you almost back away when you register him leaning over the console. “listen to me, please.”

you forget how much you cherished the sight of his eyes. as did everyone, you imagined. if you could, you’d paint the world that color. cerulean blue, the shade that mimics real art. unobtainable naturally, but satoru has always been an exception, hasn’t he?

“you told me that you loved me.”

blunt and honest, staring into your very soul.

and you nod, eyes wide, flushed and suddenly embarrassed. because you did. and you meant it.

you loved him more than earth, more than words could explain. you’d recognize his touch under a hundred others, his hands by sight alone. but his stare is all too intense now, and you cower, backing up as much as the small space could let you. and he only gets closer, like a moth to a flame.

“i did.”

satoru lets out a heavy breath, eyes blazing. it’s the most obvious form of visible relief you think you’ve ever seen. because you actually remembered. and you weren’t robbing him by taking back your words.

“you kissed me.”

disbelief, satoru understands it as. he’ll keep asking, because his heart won’t believe it otherwise. this wasn’t a sick, barbaric dream. he’s here with you. and everything is reciprocated.

swallowing thickly, you nod again. the start of the mess.

except, this didn’t really feel like a bad thing anymore. there was tension, so evident it clouded your head, but the reasoning felt different. you lay down your defenses, subconsciously leaning into his warmth. your angelic being, a savior worthy of everything he wished to touch. you’re enchanted.

“i thought…” and his words are almost breathless, because he can feel his body moving closer to yours. he doesn’t stop it. “i thought you wouldn’t remember.”

you feel like a teenager again, hands shaking in nervousness - in fear. what if you closed your eyes? would he still be there?

and you almost want to laugh; tell him that it was all you could really think about for weeks. that softness in his eyes, the gentle affection of his voice. the kiss, god, this kiss.

instead, you shake your head.

“how could i forget?”

that felt impossible. satoru was an idiot, but not like that. he’s rational when he wants to be. you hope he knows that.

there’s a shy smile that adorns his face from your response, and you think you have never seen a more heavenly sight. he’s hesitant, gentle again, as he always was with you.

you lick your lips, sighing deeply in an attempt to fix your labored breathing. you feel like you might pass out.

“satoru.”

there’s a fondness in your voice that is unfamiliar. satoru likes it. he hums, not trusting his voice. he’d happily listen to you forever. you can ask him anything.

“what do you want?”

it’s patient, the tone you hold.

he’s not sure how to answer.

was that fear still there? he can’t turn back now. the friendship has sailed away, going miles overseas. it’s changed. for the better, he now thinks.

he wants you. he wants you so fucking badly that it might kill him. impatience surges through, annihilating the chance of peaceful composure - of any chance to be fair.

because his hands are in your hair, and you register the feeling of his lips before you can fully blink.

it’s pure selfishness, a carnal desire that takes you aback as you struggle to match his feverish movements. his hands are everywhere, grabbing, feeling. but you want it just as badly, if not more. you don’t protest, body moving by will as he grips the bottom of your legs to pull you over himself.

satoru can’t describe the feeling. he’s kissing you stupid. like he’s wanted to since he was sixteen. as an adult, now, he feels as if the wait was worth it. everything was worth it. you were worth everything.

it’s with hesitation that he pulls away, breath heavy, eyes incredibly dilated. his hands are firm on your hips, and he doesn’t dare to move them. they’re under your shirt, feeling the heat of the bare skin. you’re soft.

satoru thinks his heart will explode at the sight of you.

he can see your chest rising and falling. quickly, at that - he hadn’t given you time to breathe. you’re holding on to his shoulders, eyes avoiding his. there’s a pretty shade of pink he can barely see from the dim street light. satoru’s hold on your hips tightens while he stares. your lips are glistening and bruised, all results of him.

you’re shy, head bowing because your mind is reeling.

“hey.”

you feel satoru’s hand leave your side, and it settles itself on your chin. the movement is gentle, but firm. he tilts it up.

the look he gives you flips your stomach. if the universe placed it’s heavens and stars into his eyes, it’d surely be lackluster in comparison.

“hey.” your voice shakes, and it makes satoru grin.

he taps your thigh, tilting his head. “you okay?”

eyes wide, you nod quickly. “y-yeah. yeah. i’m okay.”

that dazed expression you have might be engraved into his memory until the day he dies.

“okay.” he whispers, smile so lovesick it kinda hurts. he brushes a hand up to your face, softly caressing the skin. you only watch him, trying to memorize every single feature - the way his hair falls, his lashes white as snow - as if you hadn’t already after all these years.

there’s a glint of wonder that you see, and you raise a brow, waiting for him to voice his thoughts. you try acting normal, though when you could audibly hear your heartbeat, it was difficult to do.

“what?” you mumble, smile now matching his. it’s infectious.

satoru hums, and you shiver as he leans forward, giving into the temptation to press an incredibly soft kiss on your lips. you let him - it’d be a crime to refuse.

you think you see blossoming gardens when you close your eyes. it’s colorful, mimicking that unexplainable feeling in your chest. unfamiliar, but welcomed. like a paradise, inviting you. you don’t want to leave.

when satoru pulls back, he keeps his forehead against yours, a breathy chuckle leaving him.

the words don’t feel rough on his tongue anymore. it’s only natural. keeping feelings bottled up was bad to do, right?

“i just love you, is all.”

satoru thinks he may have been horribly wrong.

no, this wasn’t scary at all.

#gojo satoru x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen angst #gojo angst #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk satoru gojo #anime x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk gojo satoru #jjk suguru #geto suguru #jjk satoru #jjk fanfic #jujustu kaisen gojo #gojo jujustu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #anime #jjk season 2

[peaktora]

𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #i have a essay due in a couple hours and i’m over here writing fics .. 😣 #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo scenarios #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen headcanons

[beemango5]

the eye of the beholder

————

I am never normal about anything ever

#satosugu fanart #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk fanart #jjk #fanart #beemangoart #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen angst #yes I just watched JJK 0 #jjk 0 #JJK zero murdered my grandma #and my will to live

[vexonli]

You are my most twisted curse.

#geto suguru #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #suguru #geto #suguru geto #jjk geto #jjk art #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu geto #jujustu kaisen #love is the most twisted curse of all #satosugu #stsg angst #stsg fanart #stsg #gego #geto x gojo #gojo x geto #stsg brainrot #五夏 #sugusato

[pseudowho]

(MASTERLIST DISCONTINUED- PLEASE SEE PINNED POST ON MY BLOG FOR NEW RESTRUCTURED MASTERLIST!)

Pseudowho's Original JJK Masterlist

Scroll through to see...

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Suguru Geto

Choso Kamo

Aoi Todo

JJK multi-character fics

Nanami Kento Masterlist

Updated: 28th March 2024

REQUESTS CLOSED

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

REQUESTS CLOSED

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

REQUESTS OPEN!

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

REQUESTS OPEN!

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

#nanami fluff #kento nanami #kento nanami x you #jujustu kaisen #jjk nanami #kento nanami x y/n #jjk #jjk fluff #nanami kento smut #kento nanami x reader #nanami fanfiction #kento nanami smut #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento angst #nanami angst #higuruma smut #higuruma x reader #jjk smut #jjk higuruma #higuruma hiromi #Higuruma angst #Higuruma fluff

[fanta2y]

Inherently Worthy Pt. Two

part twoo yalll !! i hope you guys enjoyyy, thank you for all the likes on the first part <3

cw: talk of death, mentions of loss of weight and sleep, talk of injuries not very descriptive

word count: 2.1k

part three

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

The first thing you notice when you come back to is the throbbing that seems to cascade through your entire body. The second thing that filters through your dull senses is the low murmuring you can’t make out. It's like a gentle hum in the back of your mind, the voices are familiar but your head is swimming and the only thing it can seem to focus on is the aching pain in your joints. 

You felt your eyebrows pinch and a groan leaving your lips before your consciousness really caught up with your actions. You attempted to shift, willing your eyes to open but the bright lights that shone through your eyelids made your body not cooperate. 

A hand rested on your shoulder and gently pushed you back down, the voice said something. But it felt like your head was still swimming in the cotton, you remembered the mission. The curse, the wound, the blood. You remember feeling like you were going to die, you remember thinking you were going to die.

But everything else was hazy shades of black, you remember bits and pieces of movement and voices. Something deep in your chest telling you you're forgetting something, someone. Your brain is too focused on everything else to pay the weeping of your heart much attention. 

A confused noise left your lips, your eyes still not wanting to open. 

“Brat, stay still. Your gonna hurt yourself again.” 

Ryo. 

That got your eyes open, practically shooting up into a sitting position on the bed. The flare of pain you felt radiating from your side made you regret the decision fairly quickly. Hunching in on yourself, whimpering. 

“See… you are so stubborn, woman.” He groaned, shaking his head at your antics. He shuffled around your bed, his hands softly putting you in a more comfortable sitting position. Doing a quick glance over your wound to make sure you haven’t reopened the freshly healed wound. 

Your eyes never left his face, you're not sure why you felt so emotional seeing him after everything. It's not like he was the one who almost died. But something stirred in your chest, and you just couldn’t force your eyes away from him. 

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it!” Gojo said cheerily, breaking you out of your trance. A blush crept up your neck, turning your ears a light shade of pink. Sukuna choked on his spit, coughing into his hand and you're sure you saw his cheeks turning pink too.

But your mind must be playing tricks on you. 

Gojo ruffled your hair as he walked past the bed you were in, still being monitored in Shoko’s office. A genuine smile on his face, one you return in earnest. As he leaves the door, going to shut it behind him. 

“Don’t go to crazy, she’s still recovering.” 

Were his last words before the door closes behind him. 

It took a second for the words to register before your cheeks were flushed bright red, hiding your face within your hands. You wanted to throw something at him. 

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” Sukuna muttered, shaking his head. As you looked up at him, you saw it again. The light pink that dusted his cheeks, the tips of his ears matching. The sides of his lips quirked up in an almost smile, one that was infectious and made you smile too. 

You wondered if that was just your imagination too.

“How long was I out?” You asked, moving your vision down to the hands that sat in your lap. Fiddling with the bandaids that covered them, the IV that stuck out on the backside of one. If you had to guess, a day maybe two? You didn’t think the wound was anything remarkably bad. Jujustu Sorcerers get hurt like this all the time, it came with the job. 

But the silence that followed your question had you thinking things might have been worse than you originally thought.

Your eyes looked up from where they were fixated. Confusion sunk into you. But as you looked at him, the longer the silence stretched on. You began to notice things. 

He had dark purple bags under his eyes, he looked tired. His shirt was uncharacteristically baggy. He was heavy on his feet, his eyes had never been particularly bright but these eyes were almost dead-looking. The more you noticed how awful he looked, the more you grew concerned. 

How long were you out?

“Ryo?” You called, hoping to get his attention. His eyes looked forward unseeing, like he was lost somewhere. You almost got scared that you weren't going to be able to find him. 

Hearing his name from your lips seemed to pull him out of his haze, he clears his throat. His eyes fluttering close and he takes a deep breath. 

“2 weeks.” 

Two Weeks?!

That was crazy, impossible even. The wound had been bad, sure, you lost a lot of blood, sure. But two weeks? With Shoko’s RCT and all the medical supplies this school had in its back pocket. You were confused as to why it had been two weeks. You felt like you were missing something, something important. 

“What do you remember?” He finally turns to you, his eyes still abysmally dim.

You allow yourself to think for a moment. 

It was just like any ordinary mission really. Gojo had given you the rundown of what to expect, grade level, how many curses all that. It was simple enough, a few grade 4 and 3s, and a single first grade. Something you had handled before. 

You remember Ryo’s incessant nagging about letting him come along, but you were adamant that you could handle this. That it wasn’t anything crazy and you would be back sometime tonight. 

He had always been a worrier, you teased him by calling him a worrywart a lot. It was met with sheepish grumbles that never failed to make you giggle. But this time he was more serious about coming with you, which you couldn’t quite place how it made you feel.

A part of you felt warm and gooey inside that he cared enough to want to put himself where he could protect you, another part of you felt almost offended. Did he not think you were strong enough to complete missions without his help? 

The thought grated against your ego and caused the hard push back. You had something to prove now, and look at where that got you. 

After getting there, the old mall was just that, an old mall. You could feel the dark energy of the cursed spirits, but nothing suffocating. It felt like every other mission. You exorcised the lower-grade curses and moved to find the grade one. You had found it with a practiced ease, being a second-year Jujustu student meant you had plenty of experience exorcising curses. 

You remember fighting with it, it being a bit stronger than you had anticipated. But you still weren’t worried. You were more than confident in your abilities to take this ugly fucker out. Until it sliced you. All the confidence oozing out of you along with the still warm blood now pooling on the floor. After that, you went into autopilot and exorcised it as quickly as possible. The memory of how exactly you did it was hazy with the blood loss. 

Recounting all these memories to him, he listened intently. He stared unnervingly quiet as you continued on and on about how relatively normal the mission was. Nothing out of the ordinary besides your nearly life-threatening wound, well you guess it wasn't nearly now.

“How was I out for so long? I don't understand.” You asked, and once again he stilled.

Something was wrong, you could feel it in the way he was acting, in his body language in the way he was talking to you. 

Suddenly he sighed, pulling the chair you assumed he was once sitting on closer to the bed. He sat down, placing his head in his hands. 

“You died.” 

Everything stopped, it felt as if time itself stood still. Died? That's impossible, if I died then how the hell are you sitting right here in front of him. Carrying on conversation, your heart beating peacefully in your ribcage. Your lungs expanding and deflating just like everyone else's. 

Theres no way you actually died. 

Not giving you a chance to respond, or even fully process his words. He continued, 

“When I got to you, you were barely alive.” He takes a deep breath, attempting to stop the onslaught of memories. Feeling the blood seeping through his fingers, watching your skin lose its color. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

“Gojo warped us back here, but something with the warp and your wound. It made you worse, and you died,” He sounds choked, you swear you can see the tears glistening in his eyes, “you died in my arms.” 

The last part was barely a whisper, if you weren't already listening so intently you would've missed it.

You stay silent, shocked into the state. You felt almost numb, hearing the recounting of your own death. Knowing he had to experience this made your heart clench, guilt pooling in your belly. You were the one too stubborn to let him come along, you were the one hellbent on proving yourself worthy. 

Worthy of him. 

He didn’t look at you as he recounted, he couldnt bare it. Everytime he saw your face all he could see were the wide, dead eyes. He sometimes could still see the red staining his hands, even after the countless times he scrubbed at them. Scrapped under each fingernail to rid himself of the remnants of you. 

“So how did I..?” You trailed off, confusion still poking at the back of your head. Swimming its way through all of the other emotions you were experiencing at the moment. 

If you really had died, something you still find hard to actually believe, how did you end up not dead? You didn’t think revival was possible. Unless Gojo had some secret cursed technique he wasn’t telling anyone about. But with that ego of his, something made you doubt that that was the case. 

“Even though you were dead, Shoko continued to do her RCT on you. She healed your wounds and continued to pump cursed energy into you. It was a long shot, but since you hadn’t been dead that long, it somehow got your heart pumping again. And then it was just a waiting game to see when....if you were going to wake up.” 

At the end of his talking, he finally turned to face you. You really got a good look on how hed been doing these past weeks. The bags you saw were much worse, deep purple. They almost looked like bruises, his eyes were bloodshot. Whether that be from crying or lack of sleep it was hard to tell. 

In all the time you knew Ryomen, in all the years of ‘friendship’. You had never seen him like this. He was a rough around the edges type of guy. He had a nasty temper and an even nastier mouth. And when he was angry he was sure to make it everyones problem. 

He said some mean things and done some mean things. Many would consider him heartless, or cold. But, ever since you had first met him something told you he was different. You noticed the way his eyes shined when his little brother, Yuuji, rambled on about some new manga he was reading. Or when Fushiguro would be able to land a hit on him during training. 

How his lips would curve up ever so slightly when on the receiving end of one of Panda’s and Inumaki’s pranks before swiftly chasing them out with harsh words and loud screams. You noticed that his center, his heart, was gooey. It was soft with the care of those he deemed worthy of his love. And that was a hard battle to win within itself. 

But seeing him completely debauched and destroyed, only made the guilt grow and fester. It began boiling in your gut, you willed yourself not to focus on it. Not right now, you didn’t need to worry him any more than he clearly already was. 

Silently, you moved forward on the bed. He opened his mouth to reprimand you but was stopped by your frail hands making contact with his cheek. You cupped it there, and he had to will every bone in his body to freeze, to stop himself from nuzzling into your palm. 

“I’m here now, I’m okay. You don’t have to worry anymore.” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying so hard to push aside your struggling emotions to comfort him. To be there for him. All of this pain and suffering was your fault, you had overestimated yourself, and had been too prideful. And this was the consequence of it. 

His hand shakily grabbed onto your wrist, closing his eyes with a deep breath. 

“I know.” 

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

authors note: I LOVE THIS PART !! i really love the way it turned out and i think it sets up for the rest of the story really nicely :)) with the whole RCT thing, dont come for me if its not accurate this is an AU so it works cause i say it does LOL but anyway, thanks so much for reading !! I hope you guys enjoy :))

#sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst #sukuna fanfic #sukuna fanfiction #ryomen sukuna fanfic #jujustu kaisen fanfic #my sweet baby #i love sukuna #hes so sweet when he wants to be #my pretty princess #thanks for reading #hope you enjoy <3

[celesteleoves]

“IM SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN IT.”

.ೃ࿐ GOJO SATORU X fem!reader

summary: satoru comes home tired and exhausted, so exhausted he lets words slip that he didn’t mean.

warnings: gojo yells at reader but doesn’t do anything otherwise, reader cries a bit, profanities, reader thinks gojo is going to get aggressive (he never would), angst at the start and fluff at the end!

a/n: first jjk drabble, cut me some slack pls 🧎‍♀️ —

he never got angry, he never let his frustrations out on others, he was always composed and energetic.

that’s how you would describe your boyfriend satoru gojo, he was cheerful and always lightened up your household in seconds the moment he entered it and when he left, it felt empty.

you knew how it is in the sorcerer world: hard, exhausting, draining, frustrating, and sometimes enjoyable. but satoru always pushed through how exhausted he felt and gave you a big smile when he got home.

but today, gojo would be too tired to keep up a cheerful front and was just exhausted. he was so drained from the countless missions he’s had this week he was bound to snap at one point.

you prayed he wouldn’t snap at you, though.

bustling around you and gojos shared kitchen, you made his favourite meal and desert, happily making it in hopes it’ll cheer up your tired lover.

you finished making his favourites and were about to call him to see when he’d be home when the front door opened, shutting with a click of a lock and the sound of gojos keys clanking as he threw them on a nearby surface.

“satoru! you’re home just in time.” your soft voice normally would’ve had satoru jumping off the walls but everything was off today. satoru hater how he was feeling.

he was irked at everything, he even snapped on nanami which left the blonde staring at the white haired man in shock as gojo stood up and walked away from the other sorcerer.

“yeah.” gojo lazily mumbled as he shoved past you, walking towards your fridge and getting himself a cup of water.

frowning, you ignored his actions and began talking about the meal you made as gojo added ice to his glass of water.

stop talking, just stop. gojo let out a quiet groan as you happily talked about your day. too bad he couldn’t reciprocate your energy, he was so angry at everything.

his lanky body moved towards your dining room table, flopping down on one of the chairs as he spread his legs to feel comfortable. placing the cup down, he held the bridge of his nose as you practically yelled to him about dinner from the kitchen.

you hadn’t noticed how aggravated he seemed with your voice and instead continued making a plate of food for him while telling him facts about your day and who you had seen while visiting jujustu tech, only to not find him there (he was on a mission, AGAIN).

“and so, i made your favourite! i know you really like this dish and these are your favourite sweets, so i bought some of those and…”

your voice was blaring in gojos head as you walked over to him, holding his plate in your hands with a smile on your face.

his eyes were worn out, sullen and dark as they stared at you from his hands.

he couldn’t handle this, he was going to snap.

“can you just fuck off already? just… shut up!” he growled, his words taking extra long for you to register as you began to stutter, small tears forming at your waterline as you blinked at gojo.

gojo looked up at you after noticing the silence, only to see you shaking. the plate of food in your hands looked as if it was about to tip over and create a mess on the floor. the plate of food YOU made just for HIM.

your boyfriends eyes widened as he watched you clumsily place his plate down infront of him and back away from his sitting form.

“i- um, im sorry, satoru. i’ll give you space.” you mumbled as you tried to hold in your emotions. your actions showed you felt fear, you were scared of him in this moment because he did not look like your satoru.

satorus eyes widened as he felt his heart drop. did he seriously just do that? why would he do that? why did he yell at you like that when all you were trying to do was be there for him and keep him filled with joy during tough times like these.

he watched you sway and shake as you walked away, his legs moving quicker than he expected as he hugged you from behind.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” satoru whispered into your neck as his arms latched around your waist.

you froze, turning around and looking at your exhausted boyfriend clearly.

he looked so tired, so drained you almost didn’t recognize him. you scolded yourself internally for not noticing it sooner.

your heart softened at the sight of your first and last lover crumbling in your arms as he apologized profusely.

“shh, it’s okay ‘toru. i shouldn’t have been all over you when you needed space.”

“no, i should’ve let you. i need you more than ever.”

his voice shook as he spoke, looking up at you while scanning your face. you looked so gorgeous, so pretty for him today and he felt awful that he didn’t tell you that as soon as he stepped foot through the door.

“it’s okay, baby. i get it.” you smiled at him as he let a soft smile grow on his lips that were in a frown.

“lookin’ so stunning today, sweets. you’re amazing.” he grinned at you as you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“thank you, i know.” you teased him as he pulled you into a kiss, slow and lovingly before beginning to tell you about everything that happened with him this week.

you both sat at your dining room table as you occasionally fed satoru his food and added onto his words while he talked about missions, his students, and more.

you two loved eachother, and no matter how stressed out or drained you are; you made a deal to always be there for eachother, no hiding anything.

.ೃ࿐

please leave tips, requests, or anything of the sort! i’m open to any requests or suggestions 🤍 enjoy babes.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen drabbles #jujustu kaisen x reader #gojo smut #jjk angst #jjk oneshot #jujustu kaisen oneshot #fluff #jjk comfort #jujustu kaisen angst

[satormi]

·.⌇CRACK, BABY !

synopsis. toji is obsessed with his pretty little housewife. he just loves you so much, he wants you to have all his babies !

wc. 2k

warnings. MINORS DNI. fem!reader, breeding kink, degradation, praise, impact play, choking, unprotected s*x, dumbfication, dirty talk, overstim

“i’m home.”

toji, your caring and hard working husband says at the door, expecting you to be in the living room. usually, by now you’d run up to him and start peppering kisses all over his face. after a few seconds, his nose takes in the delicious aroma that was coming from the kitchen.

“hi baby.” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

you turned towards him, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders that lurch over you, kissing your neck and looking at what you were preparing on the stove. when you take a good look at him, his pupils were dilated, and… hunger in his eyes. you ran your hands up around his face with a gentle yet cautious smile. “you scared me…”

with a smile, toji picked you up by your ass cheeks. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, clinging on as he placed you on the counter. he then buried his face in your hair, before moving to the crook of your neck. fuck, you smell so good. “you’re wet.”

although you’ve been married to toji for a year now, he still manages to shock you with his foul language, “you pervert—!“

and he shuts you up with a kiss. one that’s needy and so sloppy, completely wiping your mind of any thought. the softness of his lips always made you feel fuzzy, and the way his large hands placed themselves on your waist had you shivering. he gives your ear a lick before whispering,“‘m gonna fuck you right here. right now.”

he stripped free from his work attire, unbuttoning the shirt quickly. he was hard already, and you’re starting to wonder if he was that hard at work as well. regardless, he presses himself against you again.

“is wifey ready to take all my load tonight?” he grinned against the shell of your ear, giving an affectionate peck to the side of your head. “i was thinkin’ ‘bout the conversation we last night ‘n got so fucking hard. my balls hurt... hope my lady can take it all.”

his dirty words make you even dizzier, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning your head against his face as your eyes close and imagine the sight of your husband’s cock. hard, probably an angry shade of pink, topped with a pretty milk color. he must be leaking, you think. his balls always get so heavy when you mention wanting to get pregnant. the thought of filling you with his cum and knocking you up drove him insane.

“take your clothes off, baby.”

at that, you suddenly snap back to reality. “w-wait toji, but dinner—”

“ah, baby. ever heard about reading the fuckin’ room? ” he snarled, palming your clothed cunt. “dinner can wait. i want my wife right now.”

in one swift movement, your apron and the rest of your clothing was torn apart, leaving you fully exposed to the man who is practically eating you alive with his eyes. he took a step back with a smirk, admiring your naked frame before palming the hard-on in his pants.

“y-you’re staring, y’know…” it was supposed to come off stronger on your end, but making eye contact with him when he’s like this is… intimidating.

“weak attempt to bite back,” he scoffs playfully and you look away with a pout. so cute. he ripped the belt from his pants, tugging them down with quickness. he then proceeded to begin walking towards you quickly, making no room for personal space. he continues this until you begin shuffling backwards, landing on the bed.

“you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy,” with a grumble, toji nudged your knees apart gruffly. he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and placed them on his cock for you to stroke. “fuck… tonight’s the night, baby. ‘m gonna give you a child.”

“y-yes pleas— toji!”

he pushes you by the chest to lay your back down on the bed and smirks at how offended you look, but kisses you to make up for it. you could feel his swollen tip sliding against your entrance, your wetness making it easy for toji to glide his length against you. your eyes fluttered while you let out a gasp, arching your back against the mattress.

“such a well-trained cunt i have...” he hummed, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. “already nice n wet ‘f me. my wife’s a slut at heart, hm?” he rasped, releasing your wrist to palm at your tit and give it a good suck.

his words cause you to whimper, and he decides to gently bite at your nipple so you could let out more noises. cute, he thought. he loved how it only took a few touches and kisses to get you all dumb in the head.

when he finally pushed his length in, you arched your back, your pussy instantly gripping onto his throbbing cock nestled between your folds. “fuck..”

he released another ragged moan against your ear, pushing your legs widely before diving in for a kiss. “my little breeding bitch.” he panted quietly, “how’s hubby’s cock?”

dumbly, you shook your head — did you even hear what he said? chants of don't stop’s escape your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his. he let out a breathy laugh, mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ when he pulled out and pushed back in.

he swallowed, tapping the side of your cheek. “not what i asked” he scoffed, he bottomed out with a groan and your eyes flutter closed. this is what pleasure feels like. you’ll never get used to how big his dick is. how much it stretches you. “mmmmh fuck, baby. y’ goin’ stupid on me already? look at your face.”

you squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips and meeting harsh thrust. waves of pleasure consumed as you with each push. this was a mind-numbingly good fuck. his roughness, his hand gripping your throat, his mouth all over you — this is how a wife should be fucked.

“‘m thinkin’ a boy first, then a baby girl after.” his pace quickens at the thought of your stomach getting round with his kid. you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs towards your ears. “this position will give us a baby boy.”

toji’s eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking a mess all over the sheets. he brings a finger down to rub at your clit and your pussy hugs him even tighter. he gritshis teeth watching his cock disappear into your cunt.

“f-fuck. y’don’t know how to speak, baby?” he looks at you, balls slapping. “a boy, and then a girl. what do you think?”

you whimpered, lost in a haze of pleasure. “y-yes… as long as the b-baby’s healthy…”

he places the strands of hair on your forehead away from you face and kisses you. “that’s right, baby. as long as they’re healthy.”

you were losing your fucking mind. if he asks you another question, you weren’t sure you’d be able to answer him as coherently as he’d like. he was filth. his voice. his hands. his words. his cock.

“pussy so fuckin’ t-tight.” he rasped, “i’m going to pound you so full of my... uhhh— c-cum… that you’ll be dripping from that pretty mouth.”

you husband let out another moan before kissing your neck and jaw. when you finally had it in you to open your eyes, you could see the crazed look his expression had. he was unhinged, the grip around your thighs created lightened marks beneath the dent of his fingertips.

“mmmmhh…! h-hhf! d-don’t stop...toji—!!”

“i don’t plan on stopping,” he huffed a laugh, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you on all fours. “not until you’re round with my babies…”

his slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch and your body fell on the mattress. in a flash, toji yanked your hips towards his pelvis, sinking himself back inside. the two of you moaned in unison and he gripped your throat and pulled you against his chest.

“…’m gonna cum sooner than usual, babe…” he moaned into your ear, before placing a harsh slap against your ass. “‘s all your pussy’s fault..”

you could feel the veins in his cock swell. pulsing, ready to burst. his body gearing to give you what you craved. a beautiful baby. it would have your eyes, and his black hair, he thought. toji’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths as he lost himself in your pussy.

whines of his name leaked from your throat. you felt like a bitch in heat. your cheek were pressed to the mattress by toji and he hoisted your ass in the air. he juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit ripping a squeal out of you.

toji chuckled, a choked one, as he gently slapped at your cheek. “that’s it, baby. that’s it. f-fuck, how badly do you want my cum?”

you were close. so fucking close. you were going to cum all over toji’s cock like the good wife you were.

“‘mm~ i wan’it so badly..fill me t-toji… yes p-please!” you cried. your hips bounced back desperately as you tried to keep his cock steady against your wetness.

“mmm, i don’t know, baby..” he taunted, planting his thumb at the center of your clit, massaging tight circles. “what did you want again?”

“mmh hm~ y-you’re cum… please..” you managed through a strangled cry. “i-ngh… want all your cum...”

he let out a toothy grin and nibbled at your neck, “cum.”

and then you felt it — his cum spilling inside clenching walls, hot seed sloshing inside the deepest part of you. toji’s chest curled against your back, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on it. he thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself in your heat.

“hold on.” he murmured, carefully pulling out of you. he laid down on his stomach as he watched his load slowly fall out of your hole.

“s-stop staring…” you whisper, dazed. “it’s… embarrassing.”

though he doesn’t listen. instead he takes a finger, dragging his cum that drips down your leg back inside your cunt, sealing the deal with a kiss on your clit.

“it’s a boy,” he glides his face down your leg and stops at your ankle, giving it a kiss. “i can feel it.”

at that, you simply roll your eyes, bracing yourself up with your elbows to stare at him. he lurches towards you and gives your forehead a kiss and rubs the sides of your waist. “i say it’s a girl.”

“i hope it’s both. at the same time.”

and you stare at him like a madman and playfully hit his chest. he’s lost it. “it’s definitely not twins,” you smile at him, “but whatever they turn out to be, we’ll love them regardless.”

toji smiles. as he stares at you he realizes he’s absolutely fucking whipped for you. “yeah.”

you both stare at each other lovingly, smiling at the newfound hope that filled the both of you — until you caught a whiff of the scent surrounding the room, one that wasn’t just sex.

“shit—toji, the dinner!” you quickly get up and run to the kitchen to see the area had been surrounded in smoke, the fire detectors, just now deciding to ring. you turn back to your husband who is chasing after you and you glare at him, coughing. “this is your fault, now there’s no dinner!”

he looks at you sheepishly, “…takeout?”

#★⋆˚ signed by romi ! #jujutus kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #toji smut #jjk toji #jjk x y/n #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toji #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro x reader smut #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fluff #toji angst #anime smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujustu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut

[omgjumin]

something unusual - nanami kento

summary: it wasn't unusual that you and nanami were assigned to a mission together. what was unusual was how quiet nanami is.

tags: mutual pining, friends to lovers (hinted), nanami doesn't want to admit he has feelings for you but he ends up anyway, just fluff

notes: everytime i write abt nanami, i get so sad bc me WHEN. when is it my turn to be happy nd in love. one day.

it wasn't unusual that you and nanami were assigned to a mission together. what was unusual was how quiet nanami is.

nanami wasn't always quiet. to many people's surprise, mainly gojo, nanami likes to have conversations, just not stupid ones. so when the two of you are together, nanami is pleased to talk to you. it wasn't awkward, per se, it was just unusual.

you stared out the window, glancing at the passing landscapes as you traveled in the back of ijichi's car. "ijichi, can you stop the car, please?" once ijichi pulled over, you grabbed onto the door handle, slowly swinging the door open to step out carefully. "are you okay?" nanami finally spoke to you since you first got in the car. "yeah. there's a cow and i want to take a picture!" you happily said as you brought out your phone. "can you take a picture of me, nanami?" you reached out your hand expecting nanami to take it as he sighed. "please!" you added as you pointed to the cow as if that would help persuade him.

"it's just a cow, why do you need to take a picture?"

"because its a cute cow!"

"l/n, if we don't want to work overtime, we should go."

"i told you to call me y/n. and i know, just spare me one minute!"

"and i told you to just call me kento."

"whatever kento, take a picture of me."

nanami just softens at his name leave your mouth even though it's nothing special. he swears he can feel his face heating up as a small smile swims onto his face. "kento, hurry up, you don't want to work overtime." nanami swears under his breath, as he turned his heating up face away. was he just adoring you this whole time? the love struck expression in his eyes while he gazed at you like you hung the stars. your lips were slightly parted, eyes were glowing as you glanced at him and back at the cow. nanami wanted to hold your hand and bring you close to his chest. his heart was pounding against his hand as he placed his hand there. the same spot, he'd want yours on. the same heart that's pounding after one small genuine smile you gave him was the same heart that was trying so desperately to ignore his feelings for you.

it wasn't right for him to be able to love and be loved while he was a sorcerer. it wasn't fair for him nor his future partner, that he wished was you. "kento? are you okay?" you asked as you stepped closer to him. "you don't have to, if you don't want to." you mumbled but sure enough nanami heard it. "no no, i want- i'll take it." you flashed him the biggest smile he has ever seen. it was like you were a child who was just told that we can stop for ice cream. and he chuckled as he took your phone out of your hand. hands colliding but it wasn't awkward, nor unwanted. at least for him.

"okay, now smile." you stood in the frame, making sure the 'cute' cow was in the picture as well as you smiled brightly. nanami was sure then when you smiled like that, he'd want to see it for the rest of his life. the pure happiness that glowed off of you made nanami's heart swell. although he still couldn't see what was in the cow that was cute but he found that in you. just like he found comfort and trust in you. nanami softly grinned as he took your picture. though sometimes he just wanted to zoom in and only get you in the picture. and when you laughed at his apparent passion to take a good picture, nanami's heart calmed. maybe it wasn't fair to keep denying his feelings for you. "let's go." nanami said as he passed your phone back, purposely grazing his hand against yours. but instead of letting his hand drop back to his side, you grabbed it firmly. "yeah, let's go." that's when he finally admitted to himself that he's in love with you.

#im so in love with him #nanami fluff #nanami angst #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento angst #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami fluff #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen angst #jujustu kaisen fluff #omgjumin