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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 9 months

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Networking

Shiu Kong x Fem Reader

TW: fancy party, yakuza, nicknames (sweetheart, doll, and princess), size kink if you squint, Shiu call reader a bimbo, sexually suggestive. MDNI. Not beta read.

A/N: This wasn’t my originally planned Shiu fic, lol, but since the other one was taking so long and I felt bad, I hope you’ll enjoy this one for now!

Upon meeting a cute scientist at a party, Shiu feels as though his night might not be so boring after all.

Word count: 1.3k

Shiu hated parties like this. Extravagant mixers of Japan’s most influential upper echelon and people like himself trying to make connections. The lights were blinding as he surveyed the room from the balcony just above the main dance floor. It was a sea of sparkling dresses and dark suits. The band played classical melodies that, while skilled, were far from what Shiu enjoyed listening to. He tried to ground himself, ‘Remember, you’re here to meet potential clients.’ He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket feeling the little stack of business cards he always brought to events. ‘It’s routine at this point’ Shiu reminds himself, taking a deep breath in, and forcing himself to step into the crowd of people surrounding him.

Over the years he had gotten pretty good at identifying who was his likely clientele at parties like this where the legal and illegal businesses melted together. His first target was a balding man in his late fifties with a much younger woman, presumably an escort, clinging to his arm. He recognized this man as Mr. Moto, an executive of a slightly lower yakuza family in charge of arms smuggling. Casually making his way over, he introduced himself, “Hello Mr. Moto. My name is Kong Shiu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man grinned slightly, clearly pleased to have been recognized. “What is it that you do Mr. Kong?” Mr. Moto inquired, getting straight to the point. Shiu did not mind though, he appreciated not drawing out these kinds of interactions. “I’m a mediator of sorts. If you have a job that’s maybe a little too messy to do yourself, I find someone suited for it and ensure that it all goes smoothly.” Mr. Moto hummed in approval. “Here’s my card.” Shiu reached into his jacket pocket and handed one of the little rectangles over. “My contact information is on there.” Just like that, the conversation was over and the two men parted ways. On to the next.

He talked to person after person until he lost count. Each exchange lasted less than ten minutes, but they were undeniably draining. Trying to entertain clients had always been stressful for him, and networking was the same. The lights, loud music, and claustrophobic atmosphere were not helping. ‘God, I need a smoke.’ Desperate to clear his head a little, Shiu started down the grand staircase hoping to be able to slip outside and light up a cigarette before having to return and continue schmoozing.

As he made it to the edge of the dance floor, the final obstacle between him and his nicotine fix, someone caught his eye.

You were turned in such a way that the mediator could only see half of your face while you engaged in conversation with someone he didn't recognize. He couldn't explain why he felt drawn to you, maybe it was the way your dress hugged your body or the aura you seemed to radiate but his plan to take a smoke break was quickly abandoned as he slipped through the elegantly dressed crowd.

He stayed back a bit so that he was within earshot of your discussion yet not obviously eavesdropping. You hadn't seemed like an escort, and based on your lack of a wedding ring, you probably weren't a trophy wife. Shiu’s intuition proved itself to be correct as he tuned into the exchange, focusing on your sweet voice. “So, in summary, our lab is using CRISPR to study genes implicated in neurodevelopmental disorders. If you would like to reach out to my PI with any more questions about what we are doing or how to donate, here’s his contact information.” He watched as you handed the man a card, shook his hand, and said goodbye. Once the stranger was out of sight you closed your eyes and let out a little sigh, your shoulders visibly relaxing. He decided to seize this opportunity to approach you, “Need a break, sweetheart?” Shiu was now standing in front of you, a playful smirk on his face. Your face was even more beautiful up close. “My name is Kong Shiu, who might you be?” You were quiet for a minute, looking up at him he could see the flicker of surprise in your eyes before you returned his smile. “Mr. Kong-” “Just call me Shiu.” “Well, Shiu, you can call me (y/n).” “forgive me if I'm jumping to conclusions, but it seems like you could use a break from the mingling.” He studied your face, trying to read your reaction to his words. To his relief, your features softened. “You have no idea.” Shiu was honestly a little surprised at how well this was going. Using the confidence he had gained thus far, he extended his hand out to you and asked “Would you care to dance?” Now it was his turn to be surprised as you confidently placed your hand in his much larger one. “Lead the way.”

And that he did. Carefully guiding you through the masses until you two were on the dance floor slightly removed from the other dancing couples. When he was satisfied with the location, he pulled you closer to his chest and took your other hand, once again admiring how small it was compared to his. You two began swaying just as everyone else appeared to be doing.

“So, Shiu” your voice trailed off for a moment. He couldn't help but notice that you seemed nervous now, which was funny compared to how boldly you had accepted his offer earlier. Maybe it was the close proximity. Your eyes finally met him and you continued, “What business do you have here with the wealthy elites?” He chuckled softly, taking note of the way your muscles tensed in reaction to feeling the reverberations in his chest against your body. “I suppose I'm a mediator. I help facilitate certain exchanges and such.” You nodded your head in understanding. “What about you, Doll?” the tips of your ears were dusted a soft pink upon hearing the nickname. “I'm a research scientist.”

“Then shouldn't you be in the lab? I mean, what's a smart girl like you doing at a party like this?” The blush had now spread to your cheeks and you looked flustered at his words. ‘I wonder how cute her reaction would be if I was praising her for taking my cock?’ he mentally cursed himself, this was not the time to be thinking about that. “Well, my PI believes that it is easier to attract funding from these older men,” you used your head to gesture around the room, “if it's a younger woman who talks to them. Not my favorite business model, but I do need that money. Science is expensive.” You frowned as you said the last part.

“Want me to help take your mind off of it?” Shiu inquired, genuinely wondering if he could ease your mind. Seeing you frown made his heart ache a little. Thankfully his offer seemed to perk you up and a mischievous glimmer appeared in your eyes as you pressed your body flush onto his. He could feel your tits through his dress shirt. So this is how you wanted to behave? Well, two could play that game. His arms slid down your waist, trapping you against his hips and making you aware of the growing bulge in his slacks. Your face was once again bright pink as you registered Shiu’s clothed erection. Your brain was frozen and unable to speak. All you could do was look up at him, eyes wide. “Want me to make you my little bimbo for tonight, princess?” His voice was deep and seductive. You nodded your head fervently, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand. He couldn't help but chuckle at your empty-headed neediness. As you led him away into one of the bathrooms, he thought to himself, ‘Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.’

#jjk x reader #tw yakuza #shiu kong #shiu kong x reader #shiu x reader

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 9 months

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This man has been plaguing my mind. I neeeed to write something about him.

Shiu is so hot too omg

#smol thots #smol.talk #shiu kong

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 9 months

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Toji Yandere Profile

TW: Everything Yandere, emotional manipulation, talk of kidnapping, implied non-con, fear kink, predator/prey dynamics, fuck toy reader, psychological torture, and not proof read. MDNI

A/N: This is a new, slightly modified, addition to my yandere profiles series. I really want to do one for Shiu Kong soon so hopefully I can get to that.

Toji Fushiguro:

Cruel, Aware, Manipulative, and Lenient

Toji is a yandere of convenience. He wants to be able to access you easily. If that means locking you up in a basement somewhere so be it, although he would prefer to avoid it. He doesn't want to have that level of responsibility. Needing to make sure you have food and water just sounds like a nightmare. That being said, the thought of you tied up in a dark, concrete room, blindfolded, and crying out for help does get some blood flowing to his cock. His ideal situation is just letting you continue to live your life while being able to just drop in and have his way with you whenever he pleased, before then disappearing until his need for you gets too strong once again. Toji’s form of manipulation is also lazy, he just relies on your fear of him hurting the people you love or killing you to keep you in check. While his cruelty is partially physical, most of it is psychological. He loves knowing that you live your life terrified with uncertainty about when he’ll show up next, and while he is fucking you senseless, he takes great pleasure in reminding you that you’re nothing more than a little fuck toy he can use whenever he wants and that no matter how hard you try to escape, he will always find you.

#tw yandere #tw emotional manipulation #tw kidnapping #tw noncon #tw fear kink #tw psychological torture #toji x reader #yandere toji #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 9 months

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JJK Characters as Gynecologists

Characters: Gojo, Getou, Nanami, and Shoko

Reader has female anatomy

TW: medical malpractice, medical sadism, somnophilia, pap smear, over-drugging, nonconsensual fingering, nonconsensual naked pictures taken, needles, blood draw, injections, birth control, breast exam, medical manipulation, gaslighting, IUD insertion, obsession, yandere themes, mentions of alcohol, and intentionally messing up a medical procedure. Not proof-read.

A/N: Sorry for the recent medical theme in my posts, lol.

Gojo Satoru -

Dr. Gojo: who likes putting you through minor but unnecessary surgical procedures and sedating you in situations it's not required.

It’s time for your pap smear? Don’t worry, Dr. Gojo will make sure you don’t experience any discomfort. A bolus of propofol ought to do the trick. After administering the slightly excessive dose, he patiently waited for you to drowsily give him the all-clear before starting the procedure. Gojo grinned behind the privacy blanket draped over your legs as he listened to your breathing grow shallow as you fell asleep. Once he had finished, he decided to test the water. Gently inserting one gloved finger, pausing to see if there was any reaction from you, and then adding a second one. Slowly he started pumping his two digits into you, making sure to curl them at just the right angle to hit that magical spot inside of you. When Gojo’s actions did nothing but elicit a few whimpers from your still-sleeping form, he knew he was in the clear. He removed his fingers and proceeded to carefully remove your hospital gown, leaving you completely naked. Pulling out his phone, he took his time taking all the pictures he wanted. Once satisfied he redressed you and began gently trying to wake you up to let you know that he was all done and everything went smoothly. God, he couldn’t wait to have some fun with those pictures later.

Getou Suguru -

Dr. Getou: who likes performing painful tests just to watch your face contort and hear your pained whimpers.

He knows it's customary for a nurse or phlebotomist to draw a patient's blood, but with you, he just can't resist doing it himself. Is the gauge of the needle he's using bigger than necessary? Yes. Does he purposefully miss the vein on the first two needle sticks? Yes. But how can he stop himself when you make the cutest little faces? Eyes scrunched closed, partially biting your lower lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the discomfort. It’s more than enough to make his cock strain against his khaki slacks.

“You want to start taking the pill? Have you considered alternate forms of birth control? There’s a great injection that you only need to have every 3 months, it’s a lot more convenient than having to remember to take a pill every day.” It really didn’t take any persuasion from Getou to get you to try the injections first, and a few weeks later you showed back up at his office for your first shot. “Alright, can you just lay down on your stomach for me?” He asked, pulling up the tray with everything on it. You did as Getou instructed. Next, he pulled down your pants and underwear a little bit, exposing the top of your ass. He prepped the area and got the syringe, “this may sting a bit” he warned. Getou pinched your skin, lined up the needle, and poked it forcefully into the soft flesh until it reached the proper level of muscle before administering the injection. He had intentionally switched the needle on the syringe to one that was not as sharp, and therefore more painful for you. The little whimpers and sniffles you let out left him with no regrets though.

Nanami Kento -

Dr. Nanami: who cannot help but play the thin line between perversion and professionalism while conducting intimate exams.

It’s important to regularly conduct manual breast exams to check for any irregularities or masses. His large hands carefully massage each breast, although if he wasn’t a doctor, and you weren’t in a medical setting, you would think he was just groping your breasts. The way his skilled touch lingered sent shivers down your spine. You had to remind yourself he was only following the specific exam he had learned in medical school. His continued ministrations were starting to cause a pool of wetness to form in your panties. As you relaxed into his touch, Nanami’s attention moved to your hard nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers, then pinching them roughly. He smiled internally, maintaining his neutral outward expression as you yelped in surprise, assuring you ‘It’s a necessary and standard part of the exam’.

Shoko Ieiri -

Dr. Shoko: who has a habit of not fully treating your problems or causing other minor ones so you have to come back again and again.

She takes her job seriously. She’s your doctor, nothing more. That being said, on nights when she’s drunk and alone, it’s your face that plagues her thoughts. As a result, she found herself making minor errors that would require you to come back for a follow-up. Your IUD insertion was a perfect example of this behavior. She was fully capable of placing correctly without any complications on the first try, and yet it took four separate appointments: the initial placement and then three other separate ones to reposition it over the course of 2 months before everything was good. Of course, she felt a little guilty for causing you unnecessary discomfort, but anything was worth it to see you again.

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 1 year

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Do No Harm

Doctor Getou Suguru x reader

TW: General Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, medical setting, injections, IVs, Lying about test results, Masturbation, drugging, kidnapping, mentioned death of readers parents due to cardiac events, murder, and I can’t really sugar coat this... death of reader

A/N: I don’t really think I can call this a valentines day post, but let’s pretend it is! This is probably my darkest fic yet, so reader discretion is heavily advised. Happy late valentines day everyone!

Word Count: 1.8k

Was it unprofessional? Undeniably. Did he care? Not one bit. How could he be expected to not fall in love with you? He knew intimate details about your body that no one else did, you confided in him, and most importantly, it was his job to care for you. On top of that, the details he was privy to as your doctor made it all too easy for him to grow even closer to you. He knew where you lived, he knew that you were single, he knew that you were an only child, and that both of your parents had died young from sudden cardiac arrest.

After your first appointment, he knew the two of you had a connection. So what if he ordered some blood work and scheduled a follow-up appointment with you to go over the results even though it was only an intake appointment and there was no clinical indication it was necessary? The number of people who have vitamin deficiencies and don’t know it is quite high. Was it really that bad if your yearly physicals happened twice a year instead of just once? That didn’t seem evil to him, on the contrary actually, he was doing his duty as a healthcare professional and taking your well-being seriously.

Of course, the repeat blood tests every three months might have been a little bit excessive, especially because you weren’t actually deficient in any vitamins and had no reason to be taking a supplement, but it gave him a reason to see you. Despite the fact that normal lab results were typically discussed on the phone, he couldn’t resist having you come into his office.

Because of your family's cardiac history, the health of your heart was of great concern. Getou always made sure to perform a thorough cardiac workup at your check-ups. The way you allowed him to listen to your heart and touch the tender flesh on your chest was a delight for him. You were so trusting. Getou would expect nothing less though, he was your doctor after all. As your doctor, one of the hardest things was the uncertainty of whether you would drop dead of a heart attack the same way your parents did, or if you would have no complications at all. At first, this didn’t bother him, but as time passed he found himself obsessing over it more and more. A need for control started to well up inside of him driving him to stock your daily life.

After one physical where you complained of new-onset chest pain, Getou couldn’t take it anymore. He knew that there was only one thing he could do to ensure his control and guarantee that you wouldn’t suffer. He had really been hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this. He loved you and he wished that you could have loved him too, but it seemed as though that was not in the cards you two had been dealt.

Due to your chest pain, Getou ordered a two-week continuous heart monitor. The data collected from the monitor wouldn’t change his resolve, but he had another important use for it. After placing it and reminding you numerous times not to remove it or let it fall off before the two weeks mark, he let you go on with your day. Little did you know that you and Getou had not actually parted ways when you left his clinic.

You had a terrible habit of leaving the door unlocked. Just more proof to him that your chances of living a long life were quite slim. At the same time, it was quite beneficial for him. He loved to slip into your closet and wait for the sounds of your vibrator to fill the room followed by your moans. The lewd sounds you made when you thought you were alone seemed like music to his ears. He always jotted down the date and exact time he heard the vibrator, this information would come in handy soon.

After two weeks of wearing the heart monitor, you handed it over to Getou who told you it would take another week to analyze the data. This wasn't exactly true though. It would probably only take a few days to check for any arrhythmias, but that was not of interest to him. The data Getou sought was related to that list of dates and times he had collected earlier. By looking over the continuously recorded metrics during the times when you masturbated, he could watch the way your heart rate had spiked, the peaks when you came, and its slow return back to baseline when you had thoroughly pleasured yourself.

His dick grew hard as he looked at the EKG readings in front of him, remembering the noises of sexual satisfaction you made. He began to rub his cock through his pants as he continued to line up your times of self-pleasure with the information from the heart monitor. Getou could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his tip wetting his trunks. Eventually, he decided to stay on the data from one of your various sessions and allow himself to finish.

It felt below him to jerk off, but right now he didn’t care. Grabbing a box of tissues, he sat back down and allowed his erection to spring free. He spit into his hand for good measure before slowly starting to stroke his throbbing cock. Due to the prior stimulation and the level of arousal he was feeling, it didn’t take long for Getou to reach his point of climax. What helped push him over the edge, sending ropes of cum into the tissues he got, was the slight drop in heart rate after you orgasmed followed shortly by another spike as you chased that high again. As he wiped off the semen from his dick, he made a mental note to call you first thing tomorrow and schedule your follow-up appointment.

Only a few days later you were seated in his exam room once again. His face was stern as he looked you in the eyes and lied, “your heart monitor revealed prolonged QT intervals. This is a dangerous arrhythmia that can spontaneously cause ventricular fibrillation which can be fatal.” You sat there stunned, unsure of what to say or how to react. Getou continued, “There is an injection I can give you that should help. If you would like, I can give you the first dose today.” Your brain still hadn’t processed the news you had just received, but you nodded your head before confirming, “yes, I would like to have the first dose today.” “Alright then, I will go grab it if you would like to roll up your sleeve.”

He came back a few minutes later carrying a tray with the syringe, an alcohol pad, and a bandaid. “I just want to warn you,” Getou cautioned as he put on his gloves, “this injection can cause people to pass out sometimes, so don’t be alarmed if you start to feel dizzy, just lay down and let me know.” You nodded in understanding and tried your best not to flinch when the needle pushed its way into your arm. For the first few minutes after the injection, you felt fine. Getou was able to clean up and dispose of everything, but then the room started to spin. You laid back and your vision started to get spotty, “Doctor Getou” was all you managed to squeak out before everything went black.

So sweet and trusting. Suguru looked at your unconscious body in the rearview mirror on his windshield, you looked so innocent laid across the backseat of his car. In a different life, he could have had the future he dreamed of with you. As your doctor, however, he was sworn to do what was best for you and to do no harm. In order to abide by these principles, Suguru needed to move you to a different facility where he could do what he deemed necessary. “Don’t worry, darling. Soon you’ll be cured.”

You awoke disoriented. Despite the fact that your eyes were closed, you could tell you weren’t in the clinic anymore. The sensation of an IV in your hand caught your attention and you wondered if you were in the hospital. You didn’t have time to question it for long when you heard Suguru’s voice, “I really don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you can.” You tried to turn your head in the direction of his voice, but you found yourself unable to move. “The sedatives and paralytics in your IV drip are just enough to keep you from being awake and able to move, but not to the point where you need a ventilator.” You could hear him moving around the room as he continued to talk. “As your doctor, I only want what is best for you, and I know you know this. I love you dearly, but the oath I took when I graduated from medical school comes first.” Your mind was swimming, trying to understand what was happening and what Suguru was going on about.

He paused for a minute, letting out a heavy sigh “I just want you to know that the data from your heart monitor will forever serve as a reminder of you, and every time I finish to those perfect EKG waves, I’ll be picturing your beautiful face.” You wanted to crawl out of your skin. How could he say that? Your thoughts continued to race. “I think it’s time we say goodbye now.” A feeling of terror consumed you. “I’m glad I was able to create a plan to cure you, not many doctors out there would care enough about their patients to go to the extreme lengths I am going to for you. The best part about this cure is that it is completely painless. One injection of about 30mg of morphine and everything will be better.” His voice sounded almost cheery.

The next sensation you felt was a needle pricking your inner elbow and viscous liquid being injected slowly into your vein. “There we go, treatment administered.” After disposing of the syringe in the sharps box, he quickly returned to your side. Your skin was turning pale and the heart monitor began to beep as your heartbeat and breathing rate fell dangerously low. He muted the monitor. Nothing was going to disturb the two of you in these final moments.

He reached for your hand, it felt cold as he held it, gently running his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion. You wanted to open your eyes, your mouth, ANYTHING. You wanted to scream. Your brain was becoming too foggy to even remember how screaming worked, even if it did, it wouldn't matter though and you knew that. It was almost like Getou could read your mind, and as your ears started to ring and the world crumbled away, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, softly cooing, “Shhh. Don't worry, no harm will ever come to you again.”

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 1 year

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Has it really been a year since I’ve shown my face? It certainly looks that way. I’m sorry for just disappearing like that, but I come bearing a peace offering. I’m sure it is not what you want, but it’s all I have to offer.

I’m not very happy with it, and Mitsuya is definitely a little OOC, but I just wanted to put something out there. Thank you for your understanding a patience.

Vulnerable

Mitsuya Takashi X Reader

Warnings: Size kink, Vibrator, Crying, Sub drop (?), Aftercare, Pet name “Princess”

Word Count: 583

A/N: This is my first piece of this kind of writing in a year, so please forgive me for how short and awkward it is. Thank you.

Small. You felt small.

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#this is a reblog from my non jjk blog #sorry smol #please dont hate me

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 3 years

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Pregnancy Type Mood

After writing Delivered last nights, I’m in a lasting pregnancy mooooood.

If you have any pregnancy thirsts, yandere, omegaverse, anything please. Just send them right in.

I’ve been in a more poly fic mood, like character x reader x character if that sparks any inspiration lol.

#smol.talk #tw pregnancy

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 3 years

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Delivered

TW: Yandere, teacher student, forced pregnancy, labor and delivery, mentions of puking, tearing

I have 14 asks in my ask box 7 of them are for this 3rd part.

Selfish

Trapped

Now without further ado, the long awaited part 3

Keep reading

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 3 years

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Delivered

TW: Yandere, teacher student, forced pregnancy, labor and delivery, mentions of puking, tearing

I have 14 asks in my ask box 7 of them are for this 3rd part.

Selfish

Trapped

Now without further ado, the long awaited part 3

You were in shock, and you knew they could see the horror on your face. How else did they expect you to react to what they had just told you?

“What? Don’t you think it’s time we told people?” Gojo cocked his head like a puppy as he said this.

“We know we told you that we weren’t going to tell anyone, but Satoru and I talked it over further and we decided that since you are starting to show it would be better if people knew,” Getou explained, motioning to your growing midsection. You still were in shock. How could they be so comfortable telling people that they got a student pregnant? Apparently, they really didn’t care though. The look of pried Gojo had on his face when he announced it to Shoko was enough to tell you that.

The hardest people to tell though were your peers. Gojo had insisted that it be the three of you who tell them instead of principal Yaga. It was agonizing to stand in front of them, Getou standing behind your shoulder, Gojo leaning over the other, his hand on your clothed belly proudly announcing your pregnancy. The looks from your friends were too much to bear so you dropped your head, eyes remain trained on the ground.

You ran back to your old dorm after telling them, you just needed some time alone to cry and process everything privately. It had hit you halfway through telling Shoko the real reason they wanted to tell people. It was to add a safety net, you couldn’t continue to end your pregnancy or do reckless things on purpose if everyone around you knew. Your further contemplation of this, however, was short-lived. Getou and Gojo soon came to collect you for your snack.

“You do understand why we had to tell people?” Getou questioned while the three of you walked to the kitchen. You nodded silently. You understood their motives perfectly.

Everything hurt. You had survived your first and second trimester much to your disappointment. Gojo and Getou's plan had worked perfectly. You had been babied by everyone around you. The part that made you sick though was the congratulations you had gotten from your teacher's peers. Couldn't they see that this was wrong!? were the blind?! You cried yourself to sleep every night, Gojo just pulling you closer into him, rubbing your back. The two men chose to brush this crying off as pregnancy hormones.

You woke up around 3 am needing to pee. You managed to wiggle away from them waddling over to the bathroom. After finishing your business, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror. You couldn't even recognize yourself, eyes puffy from crying so much, face depressed, and most noticeably, belly protruding.

You felt your belly slowly, pulling up your shirt to expose the tight skin and stretch marks. It felt like there was an alien growing inside of you. You knew you wanted kids when you were older and you dreamed of being pregnant, the bond you were supposed to form with your baby while it was in your womb was supposed to be the most spectacular thing. Yet, looking at your belly, feeling the alien inside move, you felt nothing. Would you even be able to love this child once it was born? It wasn't its fault that this was how it came to be, it was its fathers.

You were only a few days away from your due date and you weren't ready, Gojo and Getou, on the other hand, were way too ready. The nursery had been set up the day you hit 24 weeks and more things just kept getting added as time went on. Just as you were heading back to the bed, you felt liquid dripping down your legs, did you pee yourself? You wiped some up on your finger, it didn't have any scent. Then it hit you, your water had broken. You yelped but quickly covered your mouth you didn't want to wake either of them.

'No, no, no.' This wasn't happening. It COULDN'T be happening. You weren't having any contractions, you must have just peed yourself.

"Darling, are you in there?" Getou's sleepy voice rang through the door.

"Umm, yeah" You called back trying not to sound suspicious. You backed away from the door, not noticing the little pool of water that had collected on the floor, but Getou noticed when it started coming from under the door and wet his foot.

"Are you ok?" he asked

"I'm fine" You tried your best to sound convincing.

"I'm coming in."

"NO, NO, NO. You don't have to do that." Too late, he was already opening the door. You cursed the fact that the bathroom didn't have a lock because 'you couldn't be trusted'. He looked at your wet legs and at the puddle on the floor which he was practically standing in.

"Did your water break?" He asked honestly, his face softening a little. You sniffle and nod, you could feel yourself starting to tear up.

"Are you in any pain?" You shake your head no. He opened his arms and let you step into his embrace. You hated yourself for giving in, but you were terrified. You broke down crying in Getou's arms. He gently rocked you a little, before scooping you up and placing you on the sink counter.

You would never admit it, but Getou by himself wasn't the worst. You let yourself fall apart, every emotion that you had been holding back was all coming out.

"I'm scared" you whimpered "I'm so scared."

"Shhh shh, It's going to be ok, you're going to be ok." He rubbed your back soothing you. Just as you were starting to calm down, Gojo popped up behind Getou wanting to know what was going on. Getou explained to him that your water had broken.

"YOUR WATER BROKE?! We have to get to the hospital NOW then." Gojo was bouncing off the walls.

"Not necessarily" Getou interjected, "it can take up to 24 hours for labor to start after a woman's water breaks."

"Well, then what DO we do?" Gojo sighed disappointed that he would have to wait even longer to meet his little bundle of joy.

"Well, we should call the OB/GYN." During your pregnancy, they had opted for you to see a doctor outside of the sorcerer world just in case anyone wanted to hurt you, and they certainly didn't trust Shoko.

As Getou made the call to the emergency number of the OB/GY's office, Gojo helped you change and put a pad in your underwear to try and catch any more amniotic fluid. He paused to rub your round belly before pulling down your new shirt.

"The doctor said we should wait until morning to come into the office, but if she starts having contractions before that, we should go to the hospital." The two boys helped you back into bed. You were exhausted after that little ordeal, and you found yourself asleep the minute your eyes closed. Gojo and Getou on the other hand decided to stay up, making sure everything was loaded into the car they were going to take and triple-checking around to make sure they got everything for the next three hours. At about 6:30 am the boys were interrupted by a scream from the bedroom. They were at your side in an instance. "What's going on?" Getou asked.

"Did your contractions start?" Gojo jumped up and down. All you could do was nod and bury your face into the pillow until it paced. It didn't last very long thankfully.

"It wasn't that bad, it just woke me up" you explain.

"I'll start tracking your contractions." Getou comforted.

"Can we please go to the hospital no?" Gojo begged.

"I mean, we could. However, it would probably be better if we stayed here until her contractions are closer together."

"Great, let's get her to the car." Gojo obviously wasn't hearing the first part, and he was not going to let up, so Getou didn't fight it.

"Everything is already in the car waiting" Gojo hummed as he picked you up bridal style and hurried his way to where it was parked with you in his arms, leaving Getou to lock up and turn the lights off.

The drive to the hospital was not a fun one. While your contractions hadn't gotten much worse, they were getting closer together. You started out having 10 minutes or so before but once you arrived at the hospital, they were only about 5 minutes apart. Before Gojo could pick you up out of the car, you pushed him out of the way and insisted you could walk.

"Satoru, let her walk, it can help further induce labor." After you were on your way the nurse-led you up to your sweet on the labor and delivery floor. The boys had spared nothing, their child was going to come into the world in style. The room was amazing, and there was plenty of room for your stuff.

After the nurses got you hooked up to all these machines to monitor your contractions and the baby, your OB/GY came in to check how far dilated you were, and the position of the baby.

"It looks like you're 6.5 cm dilated, and going through active labor." She took off her gloves and moved to palpate your bump.

"The baby is also in the correct position for delivery! Everything is on track and progressing nicely. Now would really be the time to get an epidural." You paused for a minute before answering, the boys awaited your answer.

"I- I think I'm going to skip it. The corrections haven't been too terrible and I read that sometimes it can slow down labor, and well, I just want this baby out." The OB/GY nodded, If you do change your mind, let me know, alright?"

"Alright." After she left you decided to do some of your exercises on the peanut ball. Bouncing up and down lightly to further bring down the baby into the birth canal. Your contractions were starting to get worse, and only 3 and a half minutes in between.

"Getou" you groaned "Can you help me to the bed?"

"Of course darling." You had a moment to relax after getting settled before an agonizing wave of pain washed over you. It was all so unbearable. As soon as the contraction passed, you pushed the call button, you couldn't take it anymore. The OB/GY came in and checked your cervix again.

"Well, there's good news and bad news. The bad news is that it's a little too late to get an epidural, the good news is that you will be able to meet your little bundle of joy in the next two hours or so." The tears started running down your cheek, you couldn't do this without medication. You just couldn't.

"No, please, please please, n-" your cries were cut off as another contraction hit you full force.

"It's going to be alright. We're going to get you through this nice and easy!" said the doctor. "We're going to get ready to help you start pushing in just a few minutes." She walked out again and left you rolling in pain.

"It's ok, you can do this" Gojo cooed in your ear, "Just breath."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You yelled. Gojo recoiled a bit. Getou stepped in, just placing his hand in yours and saying,

"Just squeeze it as tight as you need to." You gladly took up his offer. Gojo felt left out, but he didn't want to get yelled at again so he kept his difference and instead decided to watch from the other end. It seemed like everything blurred together, but you survived 10 hours of labor and delivery, only puking 3 times from pain and a first-degree perineal tear.

Gojo got to cut the cord, and as soon as he did, the baby was promptly placed in your arms for some skin-to-skin contact. Gojo was a little upset but seeing you holding his baby was the best sight ever.

All of the fears you felt melted away as you held your son. He was perfect, you would love him until the day you die. As you admired all of his perfect tiny features, it was undeniable that it was their child. His black fluff was obviously from Getou along with his mouth, and his little noes and ears were yours, and when he opened his eyes, you couldn't believe it.

"Is- is that even possible?" You asked staring down into the unmistakable eyes of the Gojo clan. You didn't even care. Your little bundle of joy was going to be the new purpose of your life.

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