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greycaelum · 5 months

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Please this reminded me of kaleidoscope. I believe that the gojo kids are chunky babys🤣🤣

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TRUEEEEEE~ I didn't get to give you anything last week so I'll make it a drabble~ I hope you like it! Chonky sunshine babies~ Happy December everyone!!

CW: suggestive hints at the end, nothing too much~

Kouki had breast milk for his whole first year.

"He's chonky..." Satoru rubbed his face against the squishy mallowy, chompable cheeks of his 10-month-old son you are feeding on your rocking chair by the engawa of your home. Satoru is sitting on the floor while watching you nurse the little boy close to drifting into dreamland.

Kouki has always had a good appetite and was very easy to nurse. So much so that you had to start scheduling his feeding or else if you didn't he would be too chonky and too heavy to lift.

"Can we keep him just like this? Look he's the most precious thing you probably have seen in your life!" Satoru rested his chin on your knees and flashed you his puppy eyes trying to convince you to feed the little mochi more.

"Chonky baby is cute but he'll drain me if I just let him." You kissed the thin sheen of hair on your son's head, as white as snow like his father. Kouki's lashes fluttered, unlatching from you, and he scrunched his nose to snuggle in your chest, yawning for a bit before closing his drowsy eyes back to sleep.

"I'll burp him, lemme..." Satoru opened his arms and gently rubbed Kouki's back. It didn't take long for the little mochi to burp. For some reason, he always burps fast when it's his Papa.

"Satoru don't!"

Chomp

Your eyes widen at your husband sneaking in a bite to the sleeping baby's cheeks, too cute to resist utterly waking a grumpy sleepy mochi.

"Satoru!"

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he tried to soothe the little mochi up.

"Sorry Honey, he was just too cute to resist."

Saika although a pretty small baby has also been breastfed a year and 2 months because it took her quite a while to get used to formula.

It's 2:30 am and it's the Little Treasure's time for milk. Satoru is away for an overseas mission so you have to deal with the night feeding as well. Tired and reluctant, you parted ways with your soft pillow to reach for the bassinet only to be met with an empty space.

Chill ran down your spine as you shot up in panic only to be met by the scene of your drowsy husband sitting on your rocking chair with Saika in his arms suckling on her milk bottle.

"Go back to sleep Honey, I'll put her back after she finishes." Satoru yawned and smiled softly in your direction.

"But you haven't slept yet..." You felt relieved your daughter wasn't fussy. The little one is a little more sensitive and has been quite protected because of the incident before her birth.

"It's fine, look she's too precious when she drinks milk, I can't possibly take my eyes off her." Satoru grinned down at his daughter, suckling despite asleep. "She's so tiny... So precious..." He murmured as he held the bottle of milk for her. "She's perfect."

You smiled at them bonding in the wee hours of dawn as you returned to sleep. By the next morning, it came as no surprise to see Satoru cramped inside Saika's crib, sound asleep as the little Treasure blinked up to you innocently holding her empty milk bottle.

"Ma..mma!"

Bonus:

"What are you looking at?" You warily glanced at your husband when you asked him to help you with the hook of your bra since it's hard for you to reach. Pregnancy for the third time has made you quite adept in asking him for help since if you won't he will pester you and follow you around until he gets to help you with something.

Satoru hummed and kissed your nape, looking at the mirror as he hugged you from the back with his face slotted in the space of your shoulder. A proud smile adorned his lips as he slowly reached to cup your heavy breast and his other hand protectively caress your heavy baby bump sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so sexy, Honey." Satoru praised you peppering kisses to your skin as he sucks on your neck leaving a love bite before staring back at your reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk at your flushed state. "If your milk comes before the babies, can I have a taste test first?"

—GreyCaelum

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kenm4vhs · 8 months

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sorry for the noise that’s just me barking

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carissime · 7 months

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Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

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earth2rin · 1 month

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thinking about…

satoru as a husband ᡣ𐭩

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lazily, he slots himself on the couch, laying across the long piece of furniture, his feet dangling off the edge. he thought about how you would get upset that he dirtied the couch, but he would brush it off by telling you he’d buy you a whole new set.

just a minute.

he swore he closed his eyes for one second, only for 45 minutes to have passed by. when he had finally opened his eyes he remained on the couch, except you had weaseled your way to move his heavy head onto your lap, running your fingers through his snow-like hair.

“hi handsome” you smile down at him. he blinks and yawns. “i thought i heard the door open and when i finally came down to investigate here you are asleep” you giggle and slightly pinch his nose.

he crinkles it slightly and sends you a small smile. “ ‘m sorry baby, i could’ve sworn i closed my eyes for one second. but there’s nothing better than to wake up and see your pretty face” he reaches for the hand that's in his hair and lays gentle kisses from your wrist to your palm. internally you frowned, he looked exhausted and your heart ached a little when he winced from adjustung his head so he could look at you better. he worked so hard to provide, he worked so hard for you.

you smile brightly and place a kiss on his forehead, “you’re so sappy” and he chuckles, bringing your hand to cup his cheek.

“why don't we get you cleaned up, yeah?” he stares into your eyes, tender and warm but fatigue laced in his icy blue orbs, your gaze lingering on each other for just a second too long. he sighs and reluctantly gets up, leaving you and your warmth to make his way to the bathroom.

the tension in his muscles melts away when he feels the pelt of hot water grace his supple skin. he sighs, his head turned down with eyes close. he feels the ache in his body fade away until it resides as a slight ebb. it made him even more sleepy. after shampooing and lathering his body in soap, he turns the shower off, and steps in front of the steamy mirror.

he notices the growing dark under eye circles and slight stubble he's been neglecting recently. he notices the slight wrinkles that are growing prominent from the frequency of his frowning lately. he grimaces, turning around to flip off the light and closes the door.

his eyes are met with dim candle lights and incense burning, you're sitting prettily on your knees with a silky pink gown. “what's all this for pretty?” he feels his heart tightening, making his way towards you, his knees touching the edge of your bed.

“i wanted to do some skin care on you, you never take care of yourself toru” you look into his azure eyes as you pout.

how did he ever end up finding you.

he brings his hand to your face, gently thumbing your cheek, “i don’t focus on such frivolous things, i have to keep my girl safe and happy. you didn’t have to do all this for me baby.”

you stand up from the bed, grabbing both of satoru’s hands and speak to him, “i want to take care of you toru, you’re so good to me i need to return the gesture, it’s what my husband deserves.” he chuckles and brings his forehead to yours, “you don’t need to do anything for me. you don’t owe me anything either, everything i do for you is purely because i want to do it. all i do for you is the bare minimum, i should be doing more in fact!”

you pout again upset at how he discredits his actions. as if making you quit your job so you can stay at home stress free and spoiling you with love and thousand dollar shopping sprees is bare minimum. not to mention all the traveling you guys do when he spontaneously mentions that he’s taking you on vacation. “you do so much more than that and you know it. all i’m asking you for is to lay in bed and relax!” you shove his shoulder.

he finally flops on the bed with his hands behind his head, waiting for you to move. he wiggles his eyebrows at you which makes your eyes roll but makes you smile nonetheless.

“i like where this is going” he whistles at you as you straddle his lap, you lightly slap his arm. “get your mind out of the gutter. nothing is happening tonight just so we’re clear” he rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘yeah yeah’.

you place a headband to hold his hair back and softly say, “okay close your eyes.” he complies, his white eyelashes fluttering shut. you carefully place 2 cool cucumbers on his eyes and he sighs. he feels like a puddle, your soft touch and home-like scent invading his senses sending him into a plane of euphoria. next you grab a clay mask and a brush, gently painting his face with the gray liquid.

“how’s it feel lovey?” he hums and sighs, leaning further into the fluffy feather filled pillows beneath his head. “feels wonderful baby” you giggle and continue putting on the mask. “okay toru, gonna leave that on for 15 minutes kay?” he nods but then his eyebrows furrow.

“what am i supposed to do?” he had never been able to take a moment and put everything on pause before, the thought of having to lay still and do nothing made him a bit antsy. after placing the container that held the liquid mask in, you turn to him, “just relax baby, would you like some water kind sir?” he hears the clink of glassware and the swish of water grow closer and he smiles.

gojo satoru had never ever been pampered. spoiled rotten maybe, but no one had ever taken care of him the way you are now. sure he was praised in the highest degree in the clan, and sure he was fawned over by a broad sea of girls, both young and old. but no one had ever cared about him so deeply that his well being was always a priority. he was amazed by the thought of you caring about him so much that you would go out of your way to take care of him in a way no one else had ever done. all he could think of at the moment was how incredibly kind your heart is and how he was so fortunate enough to have ever stumbled upon your life. he was so grateful that you let him into your life. he was so grateful for you.

“i would love some m’lady” you bring the straw to his puckered lips and he smiles.

after doing 2 face masks, eye patches, your own night time routine and plucking his eyebrows, satoru finally snuggled up to you, his face buried in your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso.

“thank you for taking care of me baby, you’re the best wife a man could have ever asked for” you giggle as he peppers kisses on your chest. “of course, i love loving you. it's so easy, like breathing.”

“i love being your husband. i love loving you.” you can hear the tiredness in his voice grow with each word he says. a couple seconds later his soft snores could be heard throughout the silence of your home.

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superluver · 9 months

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What was in the bag? G.S.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Wife!Reader

wc: 1516 | cw: Gojo is annoying, fem!Reader, Married, Pre established couple, mentions of bounty&death, FLUFF

Description: Gojo's students meet his wife without knowing it's his wife. Spoiler alert, they think you're his mom.

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You weren’t really a secret per se.. more of underwraps.

Married to Satoru Gojo, strongest man alive in modern times, you were kind of on the radar for multiple things. Bounty’s on your head reaching over 600 million yen, though they’ve never actually gotten you.

And your daughter, it’s even worse. The highest you’ve heard of was 1 Billion yen, but as Satoru always tells you, he wouldn’t have married someone unable to take care of themselves. You were strong on your own, sure, not a special grade, but a high Grade 1.

You were more than capable of taking care of your family.

“Sora, ready to go?” You coo at her, looking down at her. She babbles in responde, kicking her legs and thrusting them up and down. It’s quite funny.

You are wearing a big hat, large sunglasses and a mask, your 5 month old daughter only wearing the hat and glasses. Her body facing your chest.

A large, garbage bag sits at the door. You recall Satoru texting you to bring it to the school because he forgot it, so with a sigh, you take it in your hand.

It’s heavy, but not unbearably so.

You embark on your journey to the school, which was only about two miles away if you walked, so it was nothing. The only thing concerning you at the moment would be the summer heat beating down on the two of you, wondering if it would be too hot for the small child, but you push on.

“Okay Sora, you have to be good.” You tell her, her big blue eyes staring into yours as you slip on her small glasses. Her hands go up to her face, trying to take them off, but you stop her. That’s when she begins to whine.

“Sora,” you sigh, pressing the hat further down your head. You want to chuckle at her pouty face, her white hair curling over the rim of her small sun hat. You step out of the house into the sun, the large trash bag in your hand. “We’re going to see Papa, but you need to be a good girl.” You tell her, your free hand patting her back, her front pressed onto you from the carrier she’s strapped to that brings you two together.

Immediately, her small whines stop. She looks up at you, her mouth slightly open. “Yes, your papa is at work, and we will visit him.” You tell her in a higher pitch, and she begins to babble out of happiness once more.

It’s been about thirty minutes, Sora taking a nap and you still holding the trash bag. You gain many stares, but you don’t seem to care.

Behind you, someone creeps up. You can feel an immense amount of cursed energy from him, causing you to tense up, and you’re sure Sora can feel it too as she begins to whine again.

“Excuse me?” The person begins, and you assume the person behind you is male from their tone. To turn around, eyebrows furrowed and free hand to your baby's head, pressing her further into you.

“You seemed to be struggling with the bag, so I—” he stammers, and you really look at him. No evil intentions, but that dangerous cursed energy coming from him alarms you.

He’s got pink hair, and a very child-like face. His hand is at the back of his head, scratching awkwardly. You take notice of his uniform, and all that tenseness dissipates. “Are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You ask him, and his eyes go wide.

He shakes his head, hands thrown up. “No-! No, no! I’m— a student! From Sendai, I’m on my way to school!”

You deadpan, he’s clearly lying. Raising an eyebrow, you scoff, “Sendai? What are you doing here in Tokyo. And anyway,” you glance at his uniform, the head holding Sora’s head presses on one of the gold buttons, “I know a Jujutsu Sorcerer’s uniform when I see one. No need to lie, I’m one too.” You confess, finger to your lips(though they’re covered by the mask) like you just told him a secret.

“O-oh! I feel a little embarrassed now..” he tells you bashfully.

“Are you a first year?”

He blinks, nodding slow. “Yeah, I am.”

“Great! Where is Satoru Gojo?” You ask him, and again, he blinks. “I think… he went to get some dessert.”

You groan, readjusting your hat further down.

He leans down, taking the bag from you before stumbling from its weight.

‘She was carrying this!?’

He smiles, re-adjusting it in his hold, then thanking God for his strength.

“If it’s too heavy you can leave it on the ground.” You grumble, sitting under a tree on the stone ledge that surrounds it. The two of you sit under the shade, and Sora, now fully awake, is kicking her legs out. You pull her from the carrier, still facing you, you bounce her on your knee.

The two of you still adorned in your heavy disguises as another person comes by. A girl, wearing a Jujutsu Uniform, brown hair— though clearly dyed— cut into a cute bob. You chuckle, it reminds you of Shoko.

“What’s taking you so long— OHMYGOD!?” She shouts, staring at you. You probably scared her.. you think, but when she steps to you, kneeling to you and asking if you were a celebrity, sweat drops.

“Hm?”

“I'm asking if you’re a celebrity. A model? Maybe an actress.”

You find yourself laughing, shaking your head at her antics. “No, I’m afraid not.”

“A singer! See you have a very nice voice.”

Your head tilts, confused with a hint of embarrassment— though you end up laughing it off— it seems they don’t know who you are.

Sora, still in your arms, is again pressing her hands to her face, knocking her glasses off.

The girl, which you still haven't learned her name, bends down, picking up her glasses and when she leans back up, she sees Sora, looking down at her. Her big blue eyes staring back into the sorceress’ brown ones.

“Holy shit.” She murmurs, wordlessly giving you back her glasses. You stare puzzled, watching as she stands up and walks back to the other boy.

“That— that woman is Gojo’s MOM! She must've been hit by a curse that takes her to the future, because the baby she’s holding is a literal baby Gojo!” Nobara informs Yuuji in whisper, who shakes his head at her.

“No way,” he glances back at you and Sora, who is now tearing off her head revealing her snow white hair. She blinks at him, showcasing her beautiful eyes— identical to his teacher's— and he gapes.

“See! I told you!” She whispers back.

What they don’t realize is that their teacher is looming over them. “What’re you two whispering about?” He asks with a teasing grin, his hands in his pockets, around his arm is a paper bag of Kikufuku.

“Your mom!” Yuuji and Nobara tell him, pointing to the disguised woman. They still haven’t seen her face, but the baby was enough evidence for them.

Megumi stares at them like their idiots, even worse when he watches what his teacher and caretaker does next.

He glances at the woman, then smiling. “Mommy!” He shouts, walking up to her with a wave.

You look up and frown. His students stare at the supposed reunion with him and his mother, his hands to your face pulling off your glasses, then your hat, then ripping your mask off. The three are unable to see your face, though Megumi already knows what you look like.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then one to the top of the Sora’s head. Still, his students can’t see your face, but their faces are disgusted. “What the hell do you do with your mom?” They asked, Megumi glancing at them like they were stupid.

Satoru laughs, “That’s the beautiful Mommy of my child,” he tells them, watching them go from relaxed to pure shock.

“WHAT YOU DIDN’T TELL US?! AND YOU HAVE A KID?!"

“NO ONE KNEW?!”

“Megumi knew!” Satoru chirps, and the boy’s friends turned to him. “You knew he was married and didn’t say anything.”

“That guy has nothing to do with me.” Megumi tells them, rolling his eyes at his friends interrogating him.

They’re extremely loud, loud wnough to the poiny where tou’re getting embarrassed.

“Excuse me?” You speak up, and they all turn to you. Your face on full display, and this causes them to gape further. “Could you guys be just a little bit more—”

“HOW DID YOU BAG THAT GOJO-SENSEI?!” Nobara asks, pointing at you them him.

He laughs, throwing his head back at the chaos.

Megumi shakes his head, and you stand up, Sora back in the carrier. You take Megumi and walk off with a sigh, still able to hear their screams in the distance along with Satoru’s laughter.

“What was in the bag?” Megumi asks in a disinterested tone.

You, looking ahead, think about it before shrugging.

“No clue.”

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steleir · 1 month

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0.4k wc. fluff, small drabble, idk were j got this idea from lol.

lately i've been thinking about gojo in his 40's ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა

his hair has this greyish tone to it now—not much; you only notice it if you stare at his scalp intently. i think he'd like to date younger women, maybe in their late twenties or early thirties. he maybe once or twice did become a girl's sugar daddy. (we don't talk about that).

though eventually he runs into you. a single mother at the supermarket. he approaches you, his sense of flirtyness still walking side by side with him even at his mature age. your child was cute, looking to be about seven or eight. if he was being honest, you looked quite young—maybe thirty or something.

yet, once he starts talking to you, he realises you are actually his age, and he is quick to compliment how young and beautiful you look. you hesitate when thanking him, and he notices those small smile lines that appear when you smile. later on in your relationship, he notices more how much you make sure you look younger, dying your hair even if it was only a strand of grey hair, how you have this meticulous skin care routine you do every day, and how you try not to smile or laugh much so you don't get rinkles. and it perplexes him: why would you try so hard to look young? he knew women liked looking younger and getting all the compliments, but you tried really hard. soon he gathers the courage to ask.

he finds out that your stupid ex-husband divorced you not long after you gave birth to your son, saying that he hated the way you looked while pregnant and that during that time he realised just how old (?) you were, that he pointed out every possible imperfection you possessed, and since then you made sure to look young. your words angered him. how heartless could a man be to say that? he quickly hugged you, reassuring you that you were beautiful, that ageing was part of life, and that you had nothing to worry about.

he made to reassure you about it every day, and slowly, you smiled more, allowing your rinkles to show, and he told you how beautiful they were, that they showed that you had a happy life, and that you smiled and laughed. he loved it seeing you embrace your age, not worrying about how a man viewed you any more.

gojo in his 40's would also grow a stubble, one that you found attractive but also begged him to shave of because you hated the feeling when you'd kiss.

gojo helped raise your son, and always talked about how you should give your son a younger sibling, which the kid would agree on. gojo also threatened your ex-husband a few (hundred) times.

#guys i love gojo #i wanna marry him #should i?#idk man #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x you #gojo x reader #˖ ��𝜗𝜚 ݁˖ 𝓯i𝓁e. (jjk)

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suguru-getos · 5 months

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satoru would bawl and cry like a child when he hears his babygirl say “dada” for the first time

#he’s just gone #deceased #he would have lip quivering then sniffles then he’d cry that someday she will marry someone #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen

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chronicdisasterwrites · 9 months

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these morons of jujutsu high

pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, shoko ieiri and fem!reader

genre + warnings: - this is NOT a poly fic. they’re all just vvv good friends. nanami and haibara were mentioned. mentions of blood, death and general jujutsu kaisen TW stuff. smoking, the word “goddamned” is mentioned. gojo being an idiot lmfao.

overall FLUFF !!

word count: 1219

authors note: so this is just a cute, heartfelt piece about the jjk troublemakers including and reader. i was thinking of making this the intro of a potential series but ✨ let’s see ✨

enjoyyyy <3

Is this really my life?

A question that always lingers in your mind.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer was no walk in the park. Death was a regular occurrence in your line of work. Deaths you anticipated, deaths you caused, deaths of friends, and even deaths of curses. None of them are ever easy to deal with. Nothing about this goddamned job is easy.

The smell of blood is as common to you as the smell of antiseptics is to a doctor. The sound of a curse evaporating into nothingness is ingrained in your brain as the sound of a child's first laughter is ingrained in the minds of their parents. Your hands are used to the touch of the cold steel of your weapons as a guitarist is used to the wood of their guitar.

This is your life. Your weapons are your instruments and the world is your stage. The only difference is, you have the blood of the crowd on your hands every. single. day. The blood of curses, the blood of humans, the blood of your comrades, and the blood of your own body.

How could it be that this life; so full of hurt, pain, despair, regret, fear, loneliness, anxiety, and depression, can also have so much happiness, love, excitement, companionship, adventure, humor, and serenity? That’s life, you suppose. But how can a life like yours have so much love alongside such hatred?

Your friends are the reason, you suppose.

These morons of Jujutsu High.

They feel the same emotions as deeply as you do. They have all felt loss, betrayal, grief, and death as much as you have.

Gojo Satoru had basically been raised as a trophy or a high-value product kept in perfect condition for the world to gawk at with wide eyes and ulterior motives. With the weight of the responsibility of being ‘Strongest’ hanging over his shoulders and daggers and spears pointed at him from every direction, he never had the chance to be a mere child. Which is what he was. Just a child. From birth to the present day, he has had eyes on him with the neon sign labeled ‘Strongest Sorcerer Ever’ blinking over his head. Always on his guard, being wary of who to trust. Not a moment to be a child. Not a moment to be a teenager and certainly not a moment to be an independent adult, free to choose who to love or what to do in life. He only has one thing to do. One obligation he has had since birth. Be the strongest. Throughout the heavens and the earth, he alone is the honored one.

It's a pretty lonely role for one person to bear.

Geto Suguru has kind eyes, a simple smile, and an extremely feared cursed technique; but what that smile and easygoing personality covers is his heart burdened with the horrors he has had to face in his life. He too, was born with the responsibility of using his cursed technique to help people. Born with the ability to absorb curses and later use them as he so desires. Living every day just killing and absorbing something that tastes like a rag covered in vomit and shit. Having to force your oesophagus to open up and force your mind to think of something more delicious whilst absorbing the thing you killed a few minutes ago is all second nature to Geto Suguru. Doesn’t mean it ever gets easier. But the smile comes easily to him and his voice stays soft and stable as his words soothe even those who hate him.

Because Geto Suguru wants to help those who are weak, and he would swallow all the curses necessary in order to do so.

Shoko Ieiri is the epitome of genius. Since she was a child she knew fully how to use the reversed curse technique; the ability to heal oneself and others, a technique even the strongest and most experienced jujutsu sorcerers have trouble mastering. Being so valuable means she has to stay in a lot, or go to missions alone a lot. She doesn’t get to choose missions, doesn’t get to accompany her friends to even ‘potentially’ dangerous locations. Being so valuable, she is the first person every jujutsu sorcerer goes to for healing and rejuvenation. Which also means she has to see a lot of her comrades lie on the steel bed, lifeless and cold and limp. She is the one who has to patch them up and she is the one who has to cut them open. Dealing with death and the aftermath is her job.

That's a lot of death for two eyes to see and two hands to explore.

Meeting them, knowing them, and growing to love them is the most rewarding experience your roller coaster of a life has had to offer by far. Checking out every single cafe Japan has to offer, milking Satoru of all his wealth by going out to eat and Satoru eating the most (ironically), pissing off Yaga-Sensei, celebrating birthdays, arguing and then making up with actions instead of verbal apologies, being the loudest group in every train station, smoke breaks with Shoko and Suguru while hiding away from Satoru, spending sleepless nights under the stars with Satoru, teasing Nanami and Haibara for acting like a 50-year-old married couple, fighting curses and always having each other’s backs. This was your family. However dysfunctional and however small.

So now, sitting in the classroom watching Suguru and Satoru bicker about who knows what this time, with Shoko sitting next to you fiddling around with Satoru’s sunglasses making faces and terrible impressions, bathed in the golden rays flooding the room through the windows as the sun goes down, you ponder the question; is this really your life?

You hear your name being called and the train of thought comes to a halt, as you look up to find honey-gold eyes staring back at you.

“What’re you thinking about so hard?” Suguru asks with his soft eyes and an even softer smile.

“She’s obviously thinking about how right I am and how wrong you are, Suguru,” Satoru interjects with his usual cocky smile and teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yeah, she definitely thinks a seal can beat a hippo in a fight to the death,” Shoko quips with unimpressed eyes and an obviously sarcastic smile.

Satoru slaps his hand on the desk so loudly that the sound reverberates throughout the entire floor you’re on, “HAH! Thank you Shoko, exactly what I’m saying. Of course I’m right.”

He wears an accomplished smile as the sarcasm completely flies over his stupid head.

“Gojo… I was joking. You’re obviously wrong.”

You can almost hear something crack in his head. The sound of disappointment.

“HEY just think about it okay? So a seal-“

As a new chapter of bickering begins between Shoko and Satoru, Suguru nudges your shoulder with a quirk of his eyebrows, silently repeating his previous question.

You look at him, look back at Satoru and Shoko and shake your head with a content smile and a huff of laughter, “Just thinking about life, I guess.”

With a hum and a smile Suguru relaxes on your other side as you both turn your attention to the ongoing argument unravelling before you.

Yeah. This really is my life.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #shoko x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #gojo uses sarcasm but fails to understand it when someone uses it on him #shoko is babygirl #geto is babie boy #nanami and haibara are a certified married couple #yaga wants to die #i love them your honor #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader

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merlucide · 4 months

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drunk jjk men x reader hcs

notes: (I wrote this tired so ion know how this is😬)

words: 438

characters: gojo, nanami, toji, choso

warnings: curse words, SUGGESTIVE content((mention of seggs (not nsfw))

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gojo satoru

I mean it’s cannon he’s a light weight so—

he’s definitely a talkative and emotional

drunk. Start questioning everything and

anything. Definitely starts to sing cupcakke

songs, screams it too😭. Gojo is constantly

putting on a smile and caring the weight of

the world on his shoulders. when he is drunk

he is vulnerable and honest. When he’s sober

he is constantly complimenting you, when

he’s drunk he gets even cheesier((is that even

possible?!)). Sloppy wet kisses too, he’s so

cute when he slurs “I love yours”. After all of

that he gets really sad and mopey. Asks if you

really love him, and what if he can’t do this or

that. You of course tell him you will always

love him and it’s all gonna be okay. Gojo

might not remember what happened when he

was drunk but knowing you were there when

he was vulnerable and emotional makes his

heart swell💗 (soft for him😭)

nanami kento

this dude gets drunk… like once a blue moon.

He probably has average tolerance tbh. He’s

probably the most normal drunk, he’s just a lil

slow lol. More vulnerable and honest. Will

complement you! He’ll go like “ wowww your

eyes are really-reaaally purrretttty, have you-

did you- already know that?” 🫣😍 is

compliant, will go to bed and take meds if you

ask him:3

fushiguro toji

oh for fucks sake. He is a paaaain. I’d say he

has a pretty high alcohol tolerance, so drunk

toji is rare. Motherfucker is already cocky-

drunk toji is cocky and extra HORNY. My dude

please- I don’t wanna have seggs rn pls leave

me aloneeee 😭. Super duper handsy, legit is

leeching off of you. AND!!! Middle of nowhere

he passes out! ON TOP OF YOU!! So now

you’re slowly sinking to the floor because of

this heavy huge mfer. I recommend you just

leave him on the floor, he’ll be okay. Has the

worst hangover lol

kamo choso

((can half-curses even get drunk?)) I’m like

torn between lightweight and average

tolerance. Anywho- super talkative and

delusional too lol. He’s theorizing with the lint

roller. He’s just holding it up flaring his hands

ranting about how we live in a simulation

controlled by the government. Super

romantic too, suddenly becomes a poet- like

okay Shakespeare?!pop off 😍. Starts to get

emotional when he tells you how much he

loves you. Saying he can’t imagine his life

without and and how you make him whole.

Clingy baby🥺 sloppy cheek kisses omg. Trips

over everything too. It’s like watching a baby

take it’s first step. (( choso baby please,

please a chance pls))

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Ty for reading!

Reblogs are appreciated!

made December 18th 2023

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greycaelum · 9 months

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Hey, how do you think younger/teen gojo would react to meeting his future family? Like, would he be over the moon, or like "what, i get married? Gross." If you think this idea could be fun to write, please do. I really love how you write and would really like to read this scenario if you were to write it.

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Transcend }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

Thinking about it now. Since he's in the future, maybe he should see what happened to you too. It's not like he's a stalker. It's more like a friend watching over a friend. That's right, that's it. Fuck who is he joking with? Are you married? Did you stop working for the jujutsu college? D-Did he get to tell you you're his crush?

𑁍 Genre: fluff, time-leap, mystery if you squint

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.6k)—/teen Satoru, mom reader, Saika roasts her dad—/

𑁍 A/N: This is the second shot for this time-travel trope, I hope you like it~

It's not beyond the knowledge of anyone close to him to know he's got a long-running crush on the beautiful girl working as a window for the college. That every mission he's secretly hoping she's the one putting down the curtain so he could at least see a glimpse of her.

So it's not a surprise if he dives head straight to save her after hearing she fell into an unknown domain that distorts space and time.

The blinding sun seared through Satoru's vision. The noisy street followed by the crowd overwhelmed his hazy senses.

"What..?" Tall buildings he's never seen, and billboards he's never stated at bombarded him. But it was the very same Shinjuku he has known. What's with the 3d billboard with a huge cat in it? He doesn't remember that when he passed here yesterday.

The huge billboards. Changes in the scenery. And the shop he used to visit doesn't look the same.

It didn't take him much to understand what happened.

"Future huh? This is crazy." Rubbing the back of his head, Satoru sighed and started looking around.

That curse must still be too young. The problem now is, how to get out of this time bubble. From the posters he passed on the establishments all of them have one in common, it's the year 2020.

Moreover, than that, he needs to find you first. Your curse energy is nowhere to be found.

"This is gonna be a one-long wild goose chase." He scratch the back of his head and lined up his choices on how to do this mission of finding you.

Thinking rationally he should go back to Jujutsu Tech and find Principal Yaga. Maybe the old man knows something about your location. So he walked and walked and walked. As much as he wants to take a train he cannot, he forgot his wallet in the car. Too distraught after hearing you were in danger.

Thinking about it now. Since he's in the future, maybe he should see what happened to you too.

It's not like he's a stalker. It's more like a friend watching over a friend. That's right, that's it. Fuck who is he joking with? Are you married? Did you stop working for the jujutsu college?

D-Did he get to tell you you're his crush?

"You look so tired."

A young girl with curly hair wearing a white shirt and brown apron pats Satoru's shoulders. She's holding a pot of flowers while looking at him curiously.

"I have water and snacks inside, come in, you look like a guy who walked from Shinjuku to Tokyo."

Well, he is that man. We're talking about, walking that more or less 7-kilometer distance between Shinjuku to Tokyo. Surely he could've rode the subway but it's different to see how different 2020 Tokyo is.

Satoru's eyes landed on the plaque of the shop and the beautiful varieties of flowers displayed inside the place were seen through the clear window.

Fluer-de-Lis Bouquets

Satoru turn around, and the young lady only smiled. Go... A voice inside his mind whispered as he stare at the name of the shop. He finds himself entering the cozy establishment. Inside, the sunrays reflected in the window seem to glow and the place seems surreal and mystifying. Small butterflies hover over the flowers, the plants are alive... With vibrant petals and beautiful leaves that seem to greet you with their pleasant colors.

"You have beautiful eyes..." The young lady murmured as she set down a plate of souffle pancakes topped with whipped cream and milk tea. Satoru didn't waste time digging in. He is tired and starving after all.

"You haven't seen my eyes yet," Satoru replied touching the sunglasses hiding his eyes. A defensive stance over taking his curiosity. The lady smiled, shaking her head, sitting in front of Satoru to drink her chamomile tea.

"It's rare to see a soul like yours, you see. You don't even belong at this time. I can't help but speak my mind freely." She chuckles and puts a red rose on the table. "Being honest with her and yourself will prove more fruitful than sneaking behind her back. Youth really is rose-colored even for a boy like you, huh?" The woman chuckled. Her brown eyes seems to hold nothing and everything beyond.

Satoru frowned. He's met his fair share of eccentric people. But this one is different.

"What else do you know?"

The woman merely smiled and put a finger over her lips.

"She may or may not end up with you here. You may observe but never intervene for you do not belong here in this timeline. When the time is up, go back to where you came from, from then on the choice is yours."

The next thing he realizes is he's standing at a crossroads. The shop and the woman were nowhere in his sight. The rose in his hand is the only memento that it wasn't a dream.

"Excuse me!!!" A woman came passing through, bumping against his shoulder almost making Satoru stumble forward. "Sorry!!!"

Her faint cherry blossom scent quickly registered Satoru's senses. Did he cancel his Infinity? He doesn't remember...

A bright sparkle hit his eyes, and he could never be mistaken for the swirling cursed energy on the gem around the woman's finger. He could be blind but still recognize it. From the tips of her hair, her scent to the thin but impenetrable film of cursed energy encasing her body is no doubt brimming with his cursed energy. Even with no second glance, anyone who knows him would easily recognize her as his.

"You!" Satoru called at the running girl but the crowd is too busy for him to get past through. "Hey! Wait!" Satoru squeezed through but to no avail, as he lost sight of her.

Fuck who was that? His head turned to all sides to see even a trace of her but it was gone. Not even a residual of the curse energy. Who was she to have that so much essence of his?

Could it be...?

HE GOT A SISTER?!

Did his parents get him a sibling or what?

... Satoru scratched his undercut. A fleeting thought passed through his mind.

A rose-colored scene, a woman in a white dress and a ring on his hand... Her sweet smile and his pounding heart.

"Nahh, that's not possible." He chuckled to himself. Getting married, huh? Fat chance. Is there any woman who can tolerate him? He doesn't have time for that.

...

But you have time for that. Who did you marry? Is your husband treating you well? You must look gorgeous when you matured more.

Perhaps you grew your hair longer. Or maybe your lips smile wider now making the tiny crinkle of your eyes. You would definitely look so breathtaking. After all these years was he able to finally tell you his little crush?

Did you turn him down? You look like the type that will turn him down and start avoiding him when he confesses.

So many questions are running into his mind until he ended up in some alley and the loud laughter of kids were loud.

He looks up to see a big house covered with tall trees by the fence. It's not possible to see the people outside but he can hear the kids laughing. Perhaps running around the frontyard.

"Ahhh! You kicked it too far!"

A soccer ball flew out the fence and hit Satoru's head.

An irk mark formed on his forehead. Kids! He probably lost his ability to cast Infinity because two Six Eyes users are not allowed to exist in the same time.

The sound of the gate and hurried footsteps came forward.

"I'm sorry for that Onii-san, can we have our ball back?"

Satoru turned around, ready to give the kids an earful.

"HUH—!"

But the words got stuck in his throat the two fluff of white hair and one with blue eyes looking up to him.

"Ah!" The title girl was about to say something but the older boy put a hand over her mouth.

"Can we have our ball back Onii-san?"

There are many kids out there with white hair and blue eyes, right? Although unusual it's not impossible to meet kids that look like him when he was also just a kid.

"Hey, who's your dad?"

The curiosity flew out of his mouth before he could suppress it.

"It's Papa!" The little girl who has the same hair and eyes as him chimed up but hid behind her brother's back, just peeking a little at Satoru.

"Kou? Sai? What's taking you so long?"

No one would understand how his throat constricted at the sound of that voice, or how his heart clenched so hard he could barely breathe when the kids ran toward the woman and hugged her hips. Or how disbelief, fear, and relief filled him at the same time when the eyes that met his were yours.

And there was that scent of his cursed energy clinging unto you like a second skin. You were that woman earlier. Is this what he thinks it is?

You look just as stunned as him.

His eyes landed on the kids who looked at him curiously.

"Mama, why does Papa look like a stick?" The little girl poked you and pointed at him.

You were still tongue-tied as you stare at him for a long time.

"W-Would you like some tea inside?" You stammered a bit and pointed to the big house. "I'm sure you would like some zunda cream kikufuku, no?"

"Yeah...?" Satoru was dying inside to ask you so many things. "But, hey..." Satoru summons all courage he has to ask you.

"Did I make you happy enough?"

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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hoenoredone · 9 months

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MISHAPS – gojo satoru

contents: satoru comes home after a gruelling day at work to his house looking like it was traversed by a hurricane. tags: sfw, fluff, enstablished relationship, parenting is hard, gojoxfem!reader, non sorcerer au, married au, megumi and tsumiki are gojo's biological children - i don't make the rules, very domestic, sort of traditional gender roles?

no way in hell gojo was going back to work tomorow, not after the absolute mess of a calendar his secretary had left him with. meetings and conferences back to back, he had barely had any time to take a single bite out of the lunch you had prepared for him the day before. gojo had made it through the day by only relying on pure spite against his secretary – yes, he was still seething – and the thought of coming home to his wife and kids.

as he exited his car he could already hear tsumiki's laughter through the open kitchen window and your gentle redirection for what he could only assume was an attempt at teaching the kids some independence by having them make dinner with you. if he had to be honest, gojo did think it was a little early for them to hold a knife – even if it was barely able to be considered one, seeing how it was completely blunt ceramic – tsumiki being six and megumi being almost three, but ultimately you knew best considering all of the parenting books you had devoured in the last seven years. not that he hadn't put in any effort at all – he had actually spent several nights studying to prepare –, he simply did not want to see his kids grow up so soon.

"no, tsumiki, that's sugar!" gojo hears you hurriedly yell at your daughter, and he can't help but chuckle at the horror in our voice. you must be too busy trying to fix your little one's mishap to hear him enter your home, because once he crosses the threshold and removes his coat, the only one to greet him is a tired looking megumi.

"hi, daddy," the boy says between a yawn and a clumsy stumble towards his father, and gojo's heart couldn't be fuller than in that moment.

"hey there, little man," he whispers to his son as he picks him up and lays him on his shoulder, "how's mommy doing?"

gojo only receives a mumble and a nuzzle as a response. he tries to make his way to the kitchen holding megumi with a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back, however he has to skip and hop every couple of steps over some forgotten toys and books scattered on the living room floor.

once he reaches the kitchen he can't help but stand back and observe the barely controlled chaos of the stove. sink full of utensils, table stacked with bowls he can only assume had been taken out of the dishwasher when it hadn't finished yet, givien the water droplets falling on the wood, and his two favorite ladies hunched over the stove.

"okay, no- that's okay, actually! tomato sauce always calls for a pinch of sugar," you say as you lift tsumiki off of the stepping stool in front of the stove and step in to add some freshly picked basil – you had insisted on having some potted herbs on the windowsill – and a generous amount of salt.

"wait, why, mommy?" your daughter asks jumping up to try and see the pot.

"why what, baby? the sugar?" you ask before tasting the sauce and barely holding back the look of surprise that paints your face. it must have turned out fairly decent, in the end.

tsumiki nods enthusiastically.

"ah," you step aside and let her climb back on the stepping stool, "it's to cut the acidity of the tomatoes. you could use some milk too, but we don't because we don't want daddy's tummy to feel upset."

"we all have our flaws," gojo says while repositioning megumi on his shoulder, and he swears he sees all of the cogs in your brain work at lightning speed to make the split second decision to hide tsumiki behind you and grab the nearest knife on your counter before you realize it's just your husband talking.

his arms ache from his son's weight, his back is in knots from sitting at his desk all day, and his heart is so, so full of love.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #married au #non sorcerer au #fluff #oneshot #jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #yes i've made him lactose intolerant . sue me #pure indulgence

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kpopcheonsa · 6 months

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nothing else feels like home...

after a long day at work and seeing your other half preparing a nice, candlelit dinner for the two of you

him, wearing the white pullover you gave him last christmas and the silver wristwatch for his birthday

he'd pull the chair, make you sit and would kneel down to remove the pair of heels you've been wearing the whole day

an instrumental version of "bewitched, bothered and bewildered" by ella fitzgerald softly playing as you both dine

"you look extra pretty today"

"shut up and eat your veggies, geto"

laughing as you drank the red wine he bought for this occasion

as you both finished your food, he stood and went behind your chair, arms enclosing you for an embrace

where you'd lean your head and place soft, pepper kisses on his arms

an exchange of heartfelt "i love you's"

he'd slowly untangle himself from it and you not noticing that he knelt on the floor and pulled out a box

"marry me?"

"yes"

he embraced you once more and showered you with kisses

never you have imagined finding a guy like him.

one who is patient enough to see you grow out of your emotional baggages that you have been dragging along years before you met him

one who is careful with his words whenever he's mad even if when you're starting a whole carnage

one who would let you pour out emotions, be it the ugliest ones on unlucky days. he would just sit there, listen and caress your back as you cry your eyes out after the breakdown

one who built you a home when you felt the world was crumbling down around you. it may not be the most perfect but it made you feel safe and other than that, nothing else felt like home.

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it's my first time posting a drabble pls forgive me

#geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ramble #rambles #jjk fluff #geto x reader #geto fluff #GETO MARRY ME PLEASE #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto fanfic #jjk fanfic #jujutsu geto #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk oneshot #drabble

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gojoshooter · 1 year

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Manchild & Malewife : Satosugu

Pairing : husband!gojo x malewife!geto

A/N : this was my dream to write about malewife geto with husband gojo djsjkd i had fun ^^

WARNINGS : established relationship, malewife geto

Malewife!Geto waking up before his heavy sleeper husband who whines for a bit more sleep just like his four kids

Husband!Gojo who lowkey loves when his wife fusses about him being so irresponsible, feeding him breakfast while he dresses himself for work so it gets done faster

Husband!Gojo who doesn't care if his wife is mad, he would pull geto into a sweet kiss for packing his lunch box & reminding to take his phone & wallet while he runs late to work

Malewife!Geto who shoves his husband out of the house to work, wants to look done with his acts but the truth is the kisses reset him for the day

Husband!Gojo who calls his wife to tell him "Sugar, i reached office safely. Take care of the kids for me hm? "

Malewife!Geto who after a moment of pause responds with, "...for you? I'm not your war bride omega, Satoru."

Husband!Gojo who just needed a silly excuse to listen his name roll off his wife's tongue— and oh the giddy smile when he succeeds

Malewife!Geto who'd not consider himself the best at housekeeping but knows little things like separating colored clothes from white ones before laundry

Husband!Gojo who would rather daydream about his wife's reaction to his gift tonight than work for his promotion

Husband!Gojo who picks up the call only to hear Nanako's hurried whisper of "dad, quick, just help me with the last two questions of this project. papa's sleeping " and couldn't bring himself to reject, helping her sneakily to get the A+

Malewife!Geto is loved by his neighbours and the middle aged women who are curious about his relationship

Malewife!Geto who likes to exaggerate about his husband a little more when he realizes some of the women envy him

Husband!Gojo bringing sweets and desserts back home from work because he kids love it

Malewife!Geto who helps his husband take his coat off, rolling his eyes with a smile when gojo says "do that with my pants too"

Husband!Gojo noticing a little heart sewen on the hem of his office shirt, smiling to himself choosing to not point it out because geto would get embarrassed

Malewife!Geto who listens to Megumi and his husband talk about space theories as he prepares their dinner ready

Husband!Gojo who pulls out the five boxes of kikufuku he brought on his way back home, loving as his four kids jump on their desserts

Malewife!Gojo who did not expect that, mortified & somewhat offended with dinner plates in his hands

Husband!Gojo 's equally mortified face at the realization who brings a sweet box with himself for self defence sharing it with geto who drags him to a dark corner

Malewife!Geto who in his clearly intimidating pissed off face whispers "what is that? and just before the dinner? "

Husband!Gojo trying to make it up somehow, offering a kikufuku with "Sugar, I'm sorry, i did this for you! Come on now, say aaa? "

Malewife!Geto who knows he can't keep his voice low when pissed off, but still going for "Say aaa? You didn't even know I'm dieting, did you Satoru?! What, do you want me all bloated bouncing on your di-"

Husband!Gojo covering his mouth shut with a hand as fast as light, wide eyes & red face

Malewife!Geto who swats his husband's plam away looking equally flustered and shoving a big bite of kikufuku for the self control...

A/N : they're still the satosugu™ back from highschool 😉 lmk if you liked it, likes & reblogs are appreciated! —♡

Tags : @maybekoya @nanamikentoseyebags @luckimoon

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alala122344 · 3 months

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hi.. ehem zo liek does anysone know if tee (user saetoru) still writes nd if so does anyone knows where.. CUZ THEY'RE MY FAV TUMBLR WRITER HERE AOBZ.. i know theres a whole drama thing and shit but i just couldn't keep up nd can't rlly bother to read all the writers’ dramas thats long as wjat they write cuz all i rllly care ab is their writings 😭😭 i don't interact w anyone here (except for some few writers i sent asks anonymously) and just solely use this frickin app to read fics and seeing my fav writer dissapear isz js 💔💔 for me,, (i’ve never interacted w tjem b4 even js sending compliments on their asks cuz i’m too shy for that..) I JSBLIKE THEIR WRITING 🙁 I dONT see updates on their ao3 either

edit.. i AM NOT TEE !! i’m js a merely lurker here waiting for fics plz dont assume i am tjem 💔💔

#i miss their fics #especially rb!gojo #i think i remmeber them saying that they'll post fics soemwhere but i dont remember 💔#including married life w rb!gojo i think...#DONT ATTACK ME PLS I JS LOVEVTHEIR FICS THAT MUCH 💔#stares at rb!gojo #rb!gojo #saetoru #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru x gojo reader #iM SORRY FOR CLOGGING IDK IF ITS CALLED THAT BUT IM JS REALLY CURIOUS 🙁#richboy!gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #tokrev fluff #plz dm me if yk 😓#if abyones unbothered enough to do that..#i doubt though cuz all the dramas and stuffs..#IM JUST RLLY CURIOUS AND MISS THEIR FICS I SWEAR #i know they did or said problematic tjings but doesnt mean i support that!! i js like their fics like rlly..#I KEPT REPEATING THINGS ALL OVER AGAIN SORRY #smoNE HELP ME

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru : We’ve known each other for a while now and I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time to take a step forward in our relationship.

Y/N-chan : What?

Gojo Satoru, kneels down on one knee :

Y/N-chan, speechless :

Gojo Satoru, pulls out a sticky note : Here. My estate’s address.

Y/N-chan, realising what he meant : . . . Gojo-kun! That’s too fast!

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abc-91 · 2 months

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Getou Suguru x curse reader PT 3

Part two:

https://www.tumblr.com/abc-91/740047038810554368/getou-suguru-x-curse-reader-fluff?source=share

Suguru wakes up to the feeling of his scalp being gently massaged. When he opens his eyes, he sees the curse watching him, which causes him to blush; he forgot they were even there.

"Good morning." The curse's voice is soft, and they continue playing with his hair.

"A-Ah, good morning..." His nervous tone causes the curse to smile and chuckle slightly. Their dominant hand moves downwards, and their thumb gently traces his lower lip.

"You're so beautiful, Suguru." He feels his face heating up more at their words and the way his name sounds coming from their soft lips.

"Th-Thank you. You tell me that a lot." He mutters in embarrassment.

"I know I do, but I mean it." Their words are clearly genuine, which makes him even more flustered.

"Y-You're pretty too." They smile.

"You think so?" A soft giggle escapes their lips. "Thanks." He feels their thumb continuing to trace his bottom lip and sees them starting to lean closer. Before he knows it, they gently press their lips against his. Suguru melts into the kiss and breathes out a soft breath after they pull away from him.

"You're so perfect, Suguru."

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This becomes a routine for the two of them: sleeping in the same bed, sharing sweet kisses, and exchanging compliments while the curse plays with his hair. One early morning, the two of them lie asleep in bed with their limbs tangled together. The two remain asleep as someone sneaks into his dorm while the lights are still off.

"Satoru, be quiet," a female voice whispers.

"I am!" Gojo replies in a louder voice than intended, which causes him to cover his mouth in embarrassment and Shoko to huff in annoyance.

"You're going to ruin the surprise." She sees something moving slightly in bed but can't yet make out whether or not Suguru is awake or not since it's still dark, so she puts a hand on Gojo's arm to make him stay still. The movement in bed stops, and the two of them relax. The sun is starting to rise, and it's a little easier to see. Gojo is the first to notice something peculiar, so he pokes her arm.

"Is that?" Shoko mumbles when she notices there appear to be two figures asleep in Suguru's bed.

"It feels weird in here, right? Like do you feel a weird presence of cursed energy?" She nods in response, and the two begin to feel nervous. They might've been fairly quiet but still not quiet enough. A muscular arm reaches over to the lamp on the nightstand. The light switches on, revealing Suguru blinking groggily with one arm wrapped around the curse, who is cuddled up to his chest, and the other arm still hovering by the lamp.

"W-What the hell?" Suguru murmurs in his gravely morning voice as he sees his fellow classmates and best friends standing in his room in party hats with a few gifts in their hands.

"S-Surprise?" Gojo says awkwardly and Shoko is too shocked by the curse in bed with Geto to speak. Suddenly, a third person barges into the room.

"HAPPY BIR- HUH?" Haibara shouts but quickly cuts himself off when he sees the situation. His loud voice causes the curse to stir from their slumber and peek their head out to see what's going on, but Suguru quickly covers their face in a bad attempt to hide the fact he's been involved with a curse like this. Before Suguru can attempt to make an excuse or explanation, Haibara's loud voice booms again.

"IS THAT A CURSE?" He exclaims, and Geto's other classmates seem to be wondering the same thing.

"Y-Yes, but I can explain." He worriedly tries to reason with them.

"DID YOU FUCK A CURSE?" Gojo shouts, cutting him off.

"Wha- no, Satoru!" Geto blushes and feels more embarrassed. "Look, they're different, okay?" He tries to reason, which causes Shoko to raise an eyebrow.

"Different how?" Satoru asks skeptically, but he doesn't think Suguru would do anything that could harm someone at the same time.

"They just want to stay with me. They've been with me for two weeks or so now, and they haven't shown any signs of malicious intent. Can you guys just go now? It's still early." His classmates seem to buy the excuse, for now at least.

"Uh sure," Shoko replies and starts to walk towards the door with Haibara following soon.

"So should we just leave the presents here, or should we take them and wait for you to open them when you come out?" Gojo asks as if he's completely forgotten about the whole curse thing already.

"Uh, presents?" Suguru seems confused.

"Yeah, it's your 17th birthday today. Remember?" He instantly goes from confused to embarrassed since he forgot today was his birthday in all of the chaos.

"Oh, y-yeah. Thanks." Suguru murmurs quietly and avoids eye contact. "You can just take them with you till I get out of bed."

"Okay, see you and I guess your weird curse lover later." Suguru turns bright red while Satoru leaves, and he can hear Shoko and Haibara giggling outside his door at Gojo's farewell. The door shuts, and a soft voice speaks to Suguru.

"Sorry, I should've disappeared, but I was too groggy to realize." The apology makes him feel a little bad.

"Oh no, it's alright. I think they noticed you before you woke up anyway, so it wouldn't have changed anything." He reassures them quickly. "and they seem... okay with it. I think."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Sorry that they woke you up like this."

"It's okay." The curse pauses for a moment before speaking. "Um, Suguru? What's a birthday?"

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