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[luvreyn]

DAD

GOJO X READER + READER & MEGUMI & TSUMIKI

Satoru sure is taking his time buying the missing ingredients for your dinner. On the living room couch, Megumi is looking at his textbooks quietly while you and Tsumiki entertain yourselves by solving her advanced math assignments.

You would’ve helped Megumi too, but he’s been avoiding you, and you figured he didn’t want his former teacher getting into his business, so you refrained.

"That’s great, Tsumiki!" You praised "Great work!"

She beamed.  "Thank you for helping me!"

"You’re welcome!" Then you turned the page to solve the last problem. "What about this?"

"Please don’t."

You turned to the voice only to jump in surprise when you saw that it was Megumi who approached you. Tsumiki hopped off the high chair, as if she knew what was on Megumi’s mind.

"Please don’t-"

"Megu-" Tsumiki tried to stop him, but Megumi shakes his head.

His fisted fingers are holding onto his shirt tightly.

Please don’t? What?  The confusion must be evident in your face.

Megumi swallowed hard. "Please don’t take my dad. Please don’t take my dad away."

"Megumi," Tsumiki said, arms going around Megumi’s shaking shoulders.

Oh. You swallowed, and your throat feels tight looking at them. You know he’s a kid, but he’s never acted like one. It surprises and hurts you that you didn’t think about how he’d feel knowing that his former teacher and guardian are dating. No, not their guardian, Satoru is their Dad.

They’re still so young; they shouldn’t be feeling this way.

But they do, your mind whispers. You know why they feel this way.

"Megumi, Tsumiki..." you started, and Tsumiki looks up at you, worry and fear in her eyes, but Megumi is still bowing his head. You held their hands gently. You kneeled so they could see your eyes properly. "Listen to me, okay?"

"I won’t take your Dad," you promised, Megumi looks at you in surprise and relief. "But can I have Satoru?"

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at one another before they nodded, "Okay," their tone soft, small.

"Thank you."

You opened your arms to them, and your heart felt so full when they ran to hug you. It’s only when they both rested their heads on your shoulders that you felt tears.

They must’ve been so scared. You blame your thoughtlessness. You should've been more careful; you should've assured them properly.

"There, there," you say, patting their backs in what you hope is a comforting manner. "Your Dad loves you, okay? It’s not going to change just because I’m in the picture."

Megumi nodded, sniffing, while Tsumiki cried harder, and you had the urge to smack the people who caused him and Tsumiki pain—the ones responsible for putting that kind of expression on their young faces.

So you carried them both gently, and their arms are around you for stability while they lay their heads on your shoulders. You sway gently while muttering words of assurance and love to the kids you've grown to love.

Behind the wall, Satoru smiles while listening to your voice comforting his kids. You must’ve been so worried that you didn’t notice that he'd been gone for so long for someone who just went to the nearby convenience store, and it didn’t dawn on you that Megumi called him Dad.

In truth, he didn't expect that Megumi would consider him his Dad, much less call him that way. He's always thought that Megumi just tolerated his presence, but he should’ve known better than to doubt Megumi. That boy knows how to mask his real feelings well, partly because he’s a Zenin and partly because of a Zenin. No, Toji Fushiguro didn’t want to be a Zenin.

Still, he hoped that Toji knew how much the kids he abandoned suffered because of his neglect. He hopes Toji regretted his decision and loss.

Satoru shakes his head. It doesn’t matter now. It doesn’t matter that Toji abandoned them; it doesn’t matter that he’s facing resistance and pressure from the Zenins by having the sole inheritor of their clan technique in his care; and it doesn’t matter that he’s still too young to be a proper father because he is their Dad and he will protect them or die trying. Most of all, he knows you have his and the kids backs through it all.

Please don’t take my Dad

Tsumiki and Megumi are not his by blood, but they’re his. His to protect, to care for, and to love.

"Your Dad loves you. Satoru loves you both so much."

Satoru closes his eyes and relaxed.

might be full of inconsistency and error cuz i wrote this in a rush. jjk 219 leak got me like this i need to write a not angst story for my soul and sanity TT___TT

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #real quick cuz i need to sleep bcuz of work #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #megumi & gojo #megumi & gojo & tsumiki #found family #CUZ HE'S THEIR DAD #AMEN #JJK #i feel so sick gojo is sealed #megumi is possessed & tsumiki #their smol family is in shreds and i cannot

[luvreyn]

CUPID

MINOR GOD! Reader x Gojo Satoru

(part 2 here)

You’re so thankful you’re invisible to mortals, and the Gods and Goddesses have many things to do than to watch a minor god like you because you would’ve been such an embarrassment.

But you know Cupid is watching you, so you frowned to prove your displeasure at having been denied once again of watching over any man apart from this mortal.

And wasn’t the conversation so one-sided?

Cupid smiles when she hears your plea, glides over to you, and places her hand on your cheek. "Satoru is a special man..."

"How-"

"And you’re the only one I can trust, do you understand?" Her voice is sweet, smooth, and dangerous.

And you’re just too mesmerized to say no.

So here you are again in the mortal world. Your quiver is filled with love arrows. Again. Which you’re sure would be useless seeing as your target would’ve dodged the arrows in the nick of time, and even if your arrows do land, they seem to be defective.

Satoru is wearing tailored clothing fit for a king as he speaks to a few of his apprentices.

He’s not bad to look at. In fact, he’s even more ethereal than some gods you’ve seen ever since you were bestowed godhood.

Not that you’ve seen all the gods yet since you’ve spent every second of every day for years watching over this man. Satoru, as Cupid has affectionately called him. You were given this special task to ensure he meets the person he’s going to love in this lifetime.

"It’s been so long!"

You almost jumped when you saw him beside you, and for a second, you thought he was speaking to you.

Impossible. He can’t see you. No mortal can.

"Gojo!" the man he greeted said. "I didn’t think you’d remember me, considering you don’t know who I was yesterday."

Satoru laughed, and you sidestepped them to observe the crowd and find your prospect.

Sure, you’re a minor god destined to serve Cupid, the Goddess of Love herself, but isn’t this too much?

You’ve already exhausted all your resources and run out of options! Your goddess knows that!

You bit your lip when the red string of fate you tied to his hand—which connects him to a princess—was cut. You’re not sure why you’re surprised, considering this has happened before. It just meant that the princess and he would not be compatible.

See?! See what I mean! You hoped Cupid would see the wide-eyed look you’re giving her. Because why, why does she want you to waste your time running around the mortal world just to ensure this man falls in love? And why doesn’t he just fall in love?

Your goddess knows how many love arrows you have fired and how many red strings you’ve tried to attach just to ensure this man’s happiness.

"Shoko loves me more than she loves you!" you heard Satoru tease.

"Gross."

"Jerk!"  Utahime, a ‘friend’ of his, watches him with a dark look.

You mirror her look, but for a different reason. He’s making your job harder than it is! You know it’s not his fault, but just blaming your goddess is not enough because she’s not here, so you’re going to blame the root of your distress too.

"Yeah, jerk," you murmured.

He flinched. Hmm. Really, despite Utahime’s one-sided disgust with him, he seems to still care about her opinion. Maybe you should try setting them up again?

He has been reborn for three lifetimes now. Three of which he has never met his soulmate. You consider this your personal failure. Your mistake, as you’re the one assigned to give him his happily ever after.

So in this lifetime, you vow to give him just that, but it’s just so hard.

But you will, on your honor. Because the gods favor this man.

You have no idea why, but they do. You'd be damned before you let yourself lose face like the last time ever again.

You watched as he entertained a few guests. And you made sure to keep an eye out for a few special mortals that would be a good match for him.

This party is huge, filled with hundreds of people who lined up just to greet and catch a glimpse of the birthday boy. And you even wonder why you’re here in the first place because, in truth, you know Satoru wouldn’t even need your guidance or help to find true love. The world is already in love with him, and you can’t blame the mortals (or some minor gods, really) that fancy him.

His looks make everyone else's pale in comparison. He has power, wealth, and status that anyone would kill or die for. And most especially, he has a heart that anyone would beg to have.

Although his personality could use some work (his arrogant nature just gives you a headache sometimes), you figured it was part of his charm. After all, you’ve watched over him in silence for decades.

It’s not like he’s made of stone. He has a special bond with his friends and the people he finds worthy of his attention, so you hope he just fell in love with someone already!

Hit the mark! You sighed in disappointment when he accidentally dodged the arrow you fired. You looked over at the beautiful lady you had hit earlier (his supposed match), who fell in love at first sight with him. You shook your head when she strided toward him with a purpose.

Why can’t he just fall in love and end your suffering?

Satoru hides his smile by drinking his wine, eyes filled with mirth and affection when he sees your adorable face filled with disappointment and exasperation.

He has no idea how many arrows you have to lose and red strings he has to cut before you fall in love with him yourself, just as he’s in love with you.

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #for her love bcuz he's still in that box #i miss him sm #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x you #this was much longer than i expected

[luvreyn]

CURSE

GOJO X READER

He’s always believed that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

It was love that drove his mother to insanity. It was the clan’s love for power and status that made him who he is today. It was love that made Rika the Queen of Curses.

That’s why he couldn’t fault Suguru when he turned against the people they should be protecting because his best friend just loved them more than those he deemed unworthy of their sacrifices.

The thing is, Satoru loves Suguru too. He did; he does. Maybe it was romantic. Maybe it was platonic. Who knows? Does love need a label all the time? Why can’t it just mean "love"? That’s why Satoru never cursed him because he wanted Suguru to be free in the afterlife, even when Suguru asked him.

But Satoru loves you, too. Loves you too much, loves you too deep, loves you so much that he physically aches to see your blood and your life in his hands, and he sees the sands of time running out. Loves you to the point of selfishness.

(love is the most twisted curse of them all.)

He opened his eyes to see his students looking at him, and he grins, stands up from his lying position, and stretches. The memory seems like a fever dream now that he saw his students well and happy.

"Why?"

Megumi scratches his head, Yuuji chuckles awkwardly, and Nobara looks at them both as if telling her male classmates to speak.

"Ah, we’re hungry, sensei." It was Yuuji who spoke first. Nobara and Megumi chimed in, and there is no doubt that this is scripted and their attempt at intervention.

The second years are practicing, but he sees that they watch him closely. No doubt just as worried about him as the first years were.

He’s touched, but they shouldn’t be worried. Sure, there’s a physical ache in his chest after what happened, but he doesn’t feel much apart from it.

They walked together towards the restaurant they picked, and his students matched their pace with him. He smiles when he sees his students laughing and smiling together, but there’s something missing.

He sighs.  When are you going to stop being mad at him?

His students stop to look at him, worried about his wellbeing after the whole ordeal. Maybe they’re wondering when he’s going to snap when he stops.

He smiles, relieved. The physical ache was gone when he finally felt your presence by his side, and Yuuta’s eyes widened when he saw that it wasn’t Rika who loomed over them.

Satoru has always known that his love is a curse.

#currently suffering from a writers block or idk ?? #many ideas but so hard to start writing them i feel like i'm burn out TT___TT need to get this of the drafts tho #because my boy is back!! #and he's still as beautiful as the day i lost him #my forever husband #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #it's 3 in the morning and i havent gotten sleep ;'( #I MISS U SM @ GOJO #reynwrites #reynwrites.jjk

[luvreyn]

SEEK

SUKUNA X READER X MEGUMI ?

Warning: obsessive behavior, mention of death, kinda manga spoiler

part ii

Right from the moment that you got separated from Megumi and your friends, you already had a bad feeling, especially when you noticed Tsumiki’s behavior and Yuji not quite acting like himself before going back to being Yuji.

And so, against your senpai-tachi’s wish, you decided to search for them. You’re already out of breath, but you didn’t stop until you caught sight of the familiar back you’re so used to hugging.

"Megumi!" you called, halting as you tried to catch your breath. "Megumi, I’m so glad I found you! Have you caught up with Tsumiki? She was acting we-"

You stopped when you noticed the two people lying on the ground. Yuji and Angel are both bleeding beneath him, and he doesn’t seem to care.

When he looked back at you, eyes and mouth smiling, you knew.

"Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I found them in this stat-"

It’s Megumi’s voice, but you know it’s not him.

"You’re not Megumi..." you say, your throat tight as you slowly take a step back. "Wh-who are you?"

The thing inside him grins, and you’re overcome with dread and horror as you realize who’s in front of you. As you realized who exactly possessed your beloved.

"Sukuna-"

The fear you’re feeling is familiar. It’s the same fear you felt when he dropped Megumi by your side during the Shibuya incident. Sukuna’s words as he healed Megumi during that moment still ring in your mind even after weeks. The plan he alluded to involves Megumi, which gives you chills. And didn’t that moment leave you sleepless and scared for days, to the point where you couldn’t look Yuuji in the eyes for fear you'd see Sukuna and the way he looked at you?

"You’re really smart, aren’t you?" Megumi Sukuna laughs. "I can see why he likes you."

"Wha-" your eyes go back to your bleeding friends. "What did you do to them? What did you do to Megumi?!"

"Nothing." he shrugs, nonchalant. "Just taking my investment, so to speak."

"Investment?" you ask incredulously. "What do you mean by that?"

"You’re a smart girl; why don’t you guess?"

You immediately thought of his plan. Was this part of his plan all along? To possess Megumi?!

Sukuna takes a long look at you. From your tattered clothes to your slightly warm cheeks after all that running to the slight biting of your lower lip while you concentrate, it’s fascinating that your eyes are blazing instead of cool despite your technique.

He smiles when he feels the body inching to touch you. You really like her, don’t you, Megumi?

You took a step back when he came near you. You held out your palm, and the breeze turned to ice as you panicked. "Don’t come near me!"

"You’re his most precious person, do you know that?" He remains calm in the face of your horror and power. He takes a step closer to you. "You’re our most precious person."

Angel lunges at him before he can touch you. And you would’ve hugged her in glee because she’s alive! But stopped when you saw her frantic face.

"Run!" Angel yells at you as she attacks Sukuna. "What are you waiting for?! Run! Warn the others and escape!"

You’re torn between staying to fight alongside her and running to warn the others. Ultimately, there’s only one thing you can do, so you closed your eyes tightly and ran. "Don’t die!"

You ran frantically while searching for your senpais. You don’t know what to do. Megumi... Megumi... what’s happened to him? Is he still alive? And how can you stop Sukuna? Can you even stop him when he’s possessing Megumi like that?

There was a gush of wind and a shadow looming over you—over the place that made you still. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Nue, but it isn’t the Nue you’re used to.

Before Nue’s eyes spotted you, you immediately went inside the abandoned building to hide. What is Sukuna planning? Does he intend to use Nue to track down every sorcerer in the game and eliminate them?

"You’re not a very fast runner, aren’t you?" You screamed and immediately turned around to come face-to-face with Sukuna.

But Angel... she’s strong! How come she's been defeated so easily? Angel... is Angel gone? What did he do? Did he kill her? Your tears threaten to spill as your thoughts scatter.

You’re next. He’s going to kill you. You’re sure of that.

"This won’t do. Don’t cry." he sighs when he sees your tears. "Your tears make me happy, but they make him anxious. He’s already hard to control as it is, I don’t want you to give him anymore reasons to fight me."

Megumi... is still alive? That gave you hope. Megumi is fighting him! It means that Sukuna doesn’t have full control!

You froze him before he could blink and ran as fast as you could to hide. You know you can’t defeat him in your current state. You can’t even defeat Megumi; how could you defeat Sukuna in his body?

You just need to run and strategize. To put some distance between you two and gather your senpais to create a counter attack.

You hid inside the janitor’s closet. There’s no light, just the way it’s supposed to be. As long as you’re quiet, he won’t hear you or find you.

Yuta-senpai can definitely match Sukuna’s strength. He doesn’t need to defeat or kill Sukuna; you just need him restrained. Megumi’s fighting back to gain control over his body, and you trust him enough to know he can do it. Yuji can take over his body even with Sukuna in it; Megumi can too, right?

You bit your lip. You don’t know. You honestly have no idea how you can come out victorious from this one without your sensei and Megumi alive and well. You don’t even know if your senpai-tachi and friends are alive!

There are so many unknown variables that scare you. Sukuna scares you.

Especially when he’s taking his sweet time walking down the hallway.

"I admire your courage in attempting to stop me, but frankly, your ice is nothing compared to Uraume’s. Maybe I can ask her to mentor you so you can get stronger."

His voice echoes in the silent hallway, and you’re pretty sure he’s gonna pass by where you’re hiding soon.

"Aren’t you worried about your friends? They’re still alive, but bleeding to death," he asked with fake concern. "Although I think the brat is already dead by now."

Yuji... he’s talking about Yuji, isn’t he? Your eyes widened, and you covered your mouth as you fought back a whimper.

"Who should I kill next? You can pick. Should I start with the green haired girl or the black haired boy?"

His shadow stops at the room's door. You stepped backward, your hand still covering your mouth. Only you couldn’t step backward because you’re not alone.

His hands were on your shaking shoulders as he leaned in to whisper.

"Found you."

my first completed work for 2023 and it’s sukuna’s fic! it’s been so long!! apologies for the errors will fix them asap after i get some sleep TT___TT

#reynwrites #reynwrites.jjk #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #still have so much stories in the drafts #also inspired by the song hide and seek #and the recent manga chaps #im ded

[luvreyn]

CUPID | PART 2

GOJO X MINOR GOD! READER

(part i here)

Cupid has never seen such a peculiar case as yours and Satoru's. She’s been told many times to intervene already—to put an end to this cycle of chasing and pining. She agrees; she really does. This has been going on for centuries—or has it been a millennium already?

She fought the urge to laugh out loud when she saw you slapping a hand to your forehead in frustration when Satoru ignored the prospect you sent his way.

She’s pretty sure you’re cursing her and Satoru in your mind right now.

And is that a grin on Satoru’s lips? Naughty, naughty.

Cupid giggled to herself as she drank the ambrosia a servant had poured on her drink.

Oh, Satoru is making his way to you while you’re busy contemplating your existence. You sidestepped when you noticed (why you even do that when mortals wouldn’t see or touch you is beyond her), and Satoru bit his lower lip.

You’ve always had the uncanny ability to ignore Satoru’s advances and turn a blind eye to his feelings, despite being a god under her control. It’s frustrating and cute to see that it still hasn’t changed even after all these years.

Cupid taps the table in contemplation when she notices something… about your mannerisms. You’ve been keeping your distance from Satoru for a while now. At first, she thought it's because you're mad that you're stuck by him til he finds his soulmate, but seeing your face brings her to a different conclusion. Is that a blush on your cheek? And what’s that guilty look and something else in your eyes?!

Of course she knows what it is! You’ve fallen! Why else would you feel guilty looking at Satoru? Why else would you be blushing?!

It’s as clear as day to her. She’s the Goddess of Love after all.

This is a joyous occasion. Finally! Now, to make you realize it yourself (which could take a few years or even a lifetime, really, with how stubborn and in denial you are),

Maybe they’re right. Maybe it’s high time that she, the Goddess of Love, intervenes with you two. There’s only so much pining she can take before she explodes. She loves a good slow burn, but this slow burn has been taking its sweet time.

She would help you two... or not.

Because the way that Satoru looks at you with adoration and patience in his eyes makes her heart ache. This man has been in love with you for years, and he's not showing any signs of impatience or frustration, even when you look so guilty and conflicted for having feelings for him. Cupid can wait until you realize your feelings and until you two get your happily ever after. Until then, she's going to watch over you and Satoru like she has always done.

You'll realize your feelings someday.

TADAAA PART 2 OF CUPID AND IT’S FROM CUPID’S POV! I was honestly pleasantly surprise to see so many love ‘Cupid’ & wants a part 2 <3 thank u for your support and love mwa

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #part 2 of cupid #and has everyone seen the latest teaser of jjk?! #pls student gojo loooooks so adorbs! #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #wrote for 30 mins cuz it's already past 12 here omg #y dont i have a normal sleeping sched

[luvreyn]

VIGILANTE SHIT

BAKUGO KATSUKI X READER

The first time you met him again was when you were about to apprehend a villain at the same time he did, except you were hit by the whip and he effortlessly dodged it.

"The jail is that way," you said in exasperation when you saw him following you after that ordeal.

"And the hospital is that way."

You sighed, noting that he had handed the whip-wielding villain to the police patrolling the area. You even saw the police gesturing at you as if asking if you’re a villain too, only for Bakugo to shake his head.

You walked faster. You’ve always imagined it would be awkward to meet your former classmates (friends; you’d hear Deku and Uraraka correct) again after what happened in your last year at UA.

Bakugo casually follows you as if he has all the time in the world. He even stopped your hand from slamming the door on his face effortlessly, taking in the sorry state of your apartment.

"Why is this place such a pigsty? Just hire someone if you don’t feel like cleaning."

"I don’t exactly get paid, do I?" You answered sarcastically as you tried to put pressure on your wound. He says nothing as he stands against the door frame, as if he is guarding it.

Stupid Bakugo.

You moved some of your things that were in the way and motioned for him to sit on your bed, the only clean part of the small room. You’d feel like he’s gonna insult you because of the mess you’re making. 

It’s been years since the war against the Meta Liberation Army. The heroes won, but not without casualties—too many casualties.

And there’s been a hunt for the criminals who escaped Tartarus during the whole ordeal and a crackdown on the suspected members of the organization.

Isn’t that why you’re alone now? Without friends and your parents?

"Sit down." You almost jumped when you heard his voice beside you. You didn’t even notice him approaching. "Just sit down and let me clean it."

You pursued your lips, but let him have his way.

He cleaned your wounds, frowning deeper when he saw that you don’t even have a first-aid kit, but he stayed silent.

You just watch him. You’ve only seen him (and your former classmates, as well) on TV and billboards now, and you’ve never been prouder of them for achieving their dreams. You’re so proud of them.

"Thank you." after he’s done cleaning your wounds.

He says nothing, just nodding toward the door. "I’m starving. Let’s go."

You follow him to your door, opening it. He stepped outside, but you didn’t move to follow him.

"Don't—please don’t tell them where I am," you pleaded. They don’t need to associate with you, and you don’t want them to suffer too.

He looks back at you. "What?"

"Thank you for today, but please don’t come here again." and you slammed the door.

But you should’ve known better than to delude yourself. Since when did Bakugo listen to an extra anyway?

So here you are, eating with him again after that incident months ago. You’ve tried everything to avoid him, but he’s not one of the top heroes for nothing.

And Katsuki would never let you slip away from him like that ever again.

"We know your parents are not a part of the Meta Liberation," he said one morning while eating breakfast with you. "We know, and we’re gonna prove them to those bastards and to everyone, and then you can go back. You can be with us again. Everything can go back to the way it was before."

You’re too shocked to say anything, so you just stared at him, forgetting about food as you watched his knuckles turn white from the way he holds the utensils.

"Deku and Todoroki are already taking care of it... so please." rely on me. His unspoken words hung heavily in the air as you gripped the utensils.

How would you rely on him without dragging him down into the mud you're in?

But that was a surprise; you realize you’re not the only one who changed.

He has changed too.

He used to call Todoroki-san Half-and-Half all the time when you were students, and he would rather die than let others help him.

And little by little, at every meeting, the hole in Katsuki’s heart left by your sudden disappearance was filled with memories of you. Tending to your wounds after your ‘work’, buying you food so you’ll eat with him, and the little things he didn't get to experience with you before

"A vigilante has been attacking civilians at night. Civilians are advised to report any strange activity and to be careful as this vigilante, this criminal, is still at large."

"The Hero Commission will award anyone who has information regarding this criminal terrorizing our cit-"

Katsuki pressed the off-bottom with more force than necessary because what the fuck did he just watch?

Beside him, he could see you closing in on yourself again. He’s quick to wrap an arm around you before you push him away.

It’s like your third year all over again. A bounty on your head, a false charge. Someone must have really hated you to put you in this situation.

But Katsuki would be damned before he let anything get past him again. He’s not the useless student he was before who couldn’t do anything to help you. He’s a Pro Hero now, the number 1 Pro Hero if he do say so himself. He has resources now that he didn’t have before, and his influence runs deep.

He’d be damned before he let them hurt you and take you away from him again.

"You’ll take care of it, won’t you?" You ask in a sad tone, but he could also see the coyness in it. The trust you put in him

He sighed in relief, kissing the top of your head before tsk-ing because, really, who else is going to look after your sorry ass? "Like you’d have to ask."

#idk what i was going with this but i had a point @___@ #my head is on fire #sleep is severely needed huhuhu #i miss u my grumpy boi #reynwrites #reynwrites.bnha #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader

[luvreyn]

POPSICLE 

RELATIONSHIP: MEGUMI & GOJO AS FATHER AND SON

No matter what anyone says, Megumi never starts fights. He only finishes them off. And it’s not his fault that those bullies thought they could antagonize him and get away with it.

So it was no surprise when he was suspended for beating up those weaklings.

He scowled as he looked at the riverbank. He doesn’t really care.

He almost yelped when something cold hit his cheek, and he glared at the too-tall menace of a guardian who crouched beside him.

Gojo smiled, tapping the popsicle on his cheek. Here. You need to cool down.

He takes the popsicle before staring at the river again.

His guardian lets the silence carry on before sighing. Megumi wanted to rejoice because his guardian looks like he’s about to leave, but inside, he’s a little disappointed. What if those bullies were right? What if he can’t make people stay because he’s worthless and nobody loves him?

But he was proven wrong when Gojo stayed and took his popsicle to open it for him before handing it back. You should eat it before it melts.

He does, and he appreciated the gesture more when he saw that it was his favorite flavor of popsicle.

Megumi, come on. Talk to me. What is it? What’s on your mind? What happened? Gojo says it in a sing-song tone.

He knows that this strange, tall man already knows what happened. He was there earlier when the principal suspended him and the parents of those bullies wanted to sue him.

Nothing; you already know what happened.

I know their version, but I want to know the truth.

He says nothing. One, he doesn’t want Tsumiki to know what those bullies were saying about her too. Two, he knows deep inside that what those bullies said was right. He has no mother, and his father has long abandoned him. Nobody wanted to keep him, and he knows his guardian is only temporary. Maybe he won’t even be here tomorrow. Megumi doesn’t want to show his vulnerability in front of a man he can’t trust.

Gojo licks his popsicle in contemplation while watching him. For a child, Megumi seems to have the whole world on his shoulders. And somehow, it reminds him of himself.

You're still a kid. You don't have to worry about useless things.

Useless? Megumi looks at him sharply. Gojo looks solemn and understanding. "That's the beauty of being a kid. Let the adults worry and figure it out. The only thing you need to do is be a kid, and whatever you're worrying about is not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me."

He’s stuck with him? Let the adults handle them? Can he really do that? His own father sold him off to the highest bidder, and without Gojo, he would've probably be in a worst situation.

He can't trust adults, but...

(He looks at his guardian, who is close to him. Someone who should be more of an older brother because of their age difference, yet the one person—the only person—who held out his hand to save the kids he had no business rescuing or raising. )

He finds that he can trust one adult. This adult next to him who is no blood but the one who saved and rescued him, the one who is raising them against all odds, the one who is more like a father and friend to him like no other, and somehow, Megumi knows that unlike all adults in his life, Gojo is not lying or just saying things to make him feel better. He means them, and because of that, he won't leave.

Megumi nodded in understanding. Gojo smiled, ruffling his hair, and he groaned.

"We should finish eating this and head back before Tsumiki starts freaking out about us again."

my gojo dad and megumi as his son entry for this year! this was supposed to be posted last year but life keeps getting in the way huhu also was supposed to be posted on the anniv gojo got sealed cuz i just miss him sm

#reynwrites #reynwrites.jjk #gojo dad #gojo satoru and megumi #megumi is his son no one can change my mind #LET HIM OUT OF THAT BOX #gojo is megumi's father!!!] #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fic #gojo & megumi

[luvreyn]

HERO

HAWKS X READER

TW: Implied kidnapping

Hawks knows how risky his mission is. One wrong move, one wrong word, and the whole plan and the whole country can be jeopardized, especially when he figures out how deep the influence of the Paranormal Liberation Front runs.

He meets you when Rikiya Yotsubashi or Re-Destro introduces you as his child. Hawks knows a trap when he sees one, so he smiles and shakes your hand, making sure to keep his expression natural and well-meaning. He sees your face light up before you introduce yourself.

He knows he still doesn’t have the full trust of the organization, so this test of faith will either make or break their plan. Thankfully, he passed.

Hawks watches you from the corner of his eyes. Watching as you repair his broken costume with your tech.

“Here!” you say excitedly as you hand him the fixed mask. 

He smiles, thanking you. Keeping his tone light and friendly while you look for the first aid kit in your lab, noting the injury on his face.

It would be so easy for Hawks to whisk you away, to use you against your father, to extract information, but he doesn’t. What he needs is patience as he tirelessly works on earning the trust of Twice, the most tricky piece of the game, and you, the child of the key player in the organization.

Twice isn’t the villain the Hero Commission makes him out to be. Hawks knows there’s still good in him somewhere. And you’re not the villain Hawks expected you to be.

You’re only here to aid your father, but you haven’t been directly responsible for any injuries, casualties, or deaths. You tend to shy away in the face of anger and violence, hiding in your lab to create tools to help out, but Hawks knows that it’s only a matter of time before your hands bleed red.

But he won’t let that happen.

Try as he might to stop aching for you, he couldn’t. He wonders what even made him like you. Your smile? Your laugh? Your eyes? Or was it when you tended to his wounds after an altercation with the high-end Nomu Dabi sent after them?

Or maybe it was everything and nothing. None of that matters anyway, because despite his mission, his position, and his promise, Hawks falls. He didn’t mean to. Who in their right mind would want to fall for the daughter of their enemy?

He can’t afford to stray from the plan, though, and they certainly can’t afford to lose this war, not when the stakes are high, but he also couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting you to be safe and well.

He watches you sleep quietly in the bed in one of the safe houses. Watches the steady rise and fall off your chest. In a few hours, the heroes would be confronting the villains. He needs to get back to confront Twice and bring him to their side to increase the chance of victory; that’s why he needs you somewhere safe and hidden.

Thankfully, you haven’t made a fuss considering the method he used to get you here. A sleeping pill in the coffee you usually drink.

You’ve done nothing wrong to be treated like this. He knows that. That’s why he needs you far away from the battle; you’ll understand, right? He’s a hero, after all, and it’s his job to keep people safe.

this fic came to mind yesterday-ish and it’s my first time writing for hawkss ily hawks

#reynwrites #reynwrites.bnha #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #i'm so sleepyy #now i sleep

[luvreyn]

LIVES

SUKUNA X READER | MEGUMI X READER

WARNING: implied suicide, obsessive + possessive + toxic relationship, deaths, insanity, (implied) violence 

i.

The first time you met your lord, you were supposed to be his meal.

But your lord took a long, hard look at you and decided against eating you; now, you’re his ward.

Serving him in the temple, guiding his guests to paradise, and guiding his enemies to hell.

ii.

You and your three friends played together in the snow. One with pink-colored hair; a brown-haired child; and a black-haired boy.

(Sukuna’s eyes darken when the black-haired boy offers a hand to you when you fall.)

Your lord doesn’t like any of the friends you befriended, and you’ve always followed his orders, but the three friends you met were the only ones you kept a secret from him.

Partly because you don’t want to be lonely and partly because you love them, especially Megumi. The only warmth in your every-day life.

But maybe you should’ve followed your lord’s orders after all, because seeing this much red in the snow is not worth being lonely for the rest of your life.

And when you saw who exactly were the dead bodies laying on the ground, you screamed.

iii.

Where is he? You asked, and your voice seems so far away. Who are you looking for? Where is he? Where did he go?

Who are you looking for? A low and dangerous voice answered.

You shake your head. It’s not the voice you’re looking for. You tried to shake your head again because you couldn’t remember.

Who is he? Who is he? Why can’t you remember?

Sukuna-sama, the potion worked.

Yes, it did. Good work. A smooth, velvety voice answered. Different from the voice you heard earlier. Who is she? Who is Sukuna-sama?

Someone tips your chin up and starts cursing. "Why can’t she see? What did you do?"

"Ah," the next voice is scared, terrified. "I don’t know. The potion should’ve only erased her me-"

"Uraume."

The next you heard were screams at the same time the place turned chilly and you would’ve hugged yourself except someone was already hugging you.

And you can’t see. Why can’t you see? Why is it so dark?

iv.

Just when you can see again, that’s when you’re dying. You think you’re dying. Maybe you are as the shadows of your lord’s enemy slowly consume you.

Someone is screaming at you to move and live.

"This is for my son," the man who cast the shadow announced. "You should’ve never laid your hands on him."

Who is your son? I’m sorry, I don’t remember him. You wanted to apologize, but you can’t open your mouth.

You slowly closed your eyes, and instead of being afraid of the shadows, you finally felt at peace.

(It’s been quite a long time since you slept soundly.)

And when you opened your eyes to see his green and warm eyes, you finally remembered him.

"Megumi!"

v.

A raven with green eyes follows you and your husband wherever you go.

"He’s back again, Sukuna!" you say excitedly. "He’s been gone for so long, and he’s back again!"

Your beloved husband, Ryoumen Sukuna, watches in silence when the raven perches itself on your shoulder and stares at him with its unfathomable gaze.

"Are you hungry?"

The raven’s fate was sealed when you named him Blessing.

vi.

You’re holding onto him tightly now, but he wonders who you're thinking of while staring at the sky.

And he wonders how many times he has to kill the same thing in his lifetime.

vii.

Blessing sure is taking his time. You say whimsical while sitting on his lap. I wonder where he went.

Sukuna pauses, smelling your hair, but decides not to say anything.

And when you felt your husband’s hands on the knot of your obi, you scrambled to get away from him.

"Ah, let me start dinner," was your pathetic excuse.

You wish your raven was here; if only you could forget your husband’s repulsive touch.

viii.

Please just kill me. Just kill me! Kill me already!

Sukuna wonders why you deny what’s meant for him. Whether it would be your attention, your affection, your love, or your body—

(He watches you lifelessly floating in the lake.)

and your life.

ix.

For some reason, your husband doesn’t want a lake or any bodies of water near your estate, even after you pleaded with him. He’d always tell you no.

And for some reason, despite how many times you tried to love him, you just... can’t.

You met a raven-haired girl on one of your outings who happens to be a courtesan. She’s just like you. Maybe that’s why you feel such a connection to her.

You’re sold by your father to your husband, and she's sold to the brothel.

And you couldn’t quite help the way your heart skips a beat whenever you see her forest eyes.

x.

Sukuna is gone most nights. You have no idea where he goes or what he does for a living, but you know that whatever it is, he’s the best at it.

Your husband never took on anything that he wasn’t the best at.

xi

Her sigh against your skin, your hands on her hair, and your lips on her skin shake you to the very core.

You know that your husband would have you hanged for this, but he’ll never know, right?

(And besides, you have never felt happier.)

xii.

He’s a patient man, but he’s no fool.

(Why do you not smile like that when you’re with him?)

And he has never let anyone touch what’s supposed to be his.

xiii.

The courtesans are whispering as he walks through the hallway with purpose.

He lets them be because they’d be screaming later.

He stops at the door, opening it, and he’s greeted by a familiar soul.

He came back again. For you, no doubt.

"Welcome, master," the raven-haired girl in front of him greets.

Sukuna slams the tatami door shut.

xiv.

Your husband is at home today, which means you wouldn’t get to see your lover.

He’s making you breakfast, as you followed him with your eyes while drinking the tea he made. He came back earlier than you were used to last night. You wonder where he went.

You choked on your tea, screaming when he came face-to-face with you while holding a familiar head.

xv.

He doesn’t know how many generations he went through alone after that. He misses you terribly. He misses you so much.

Next time, he’s going to try to be less cruel, if only that would make you stay with him.

xvi.

Sukuna doesn’t want kids. Kids will just get in the way of your relationship. They’ll just take away the precious time and attention you’re supposed to shower him with.

"No! No!" you cried when he killed your child, hands grabbing onto the bloodied unborn menace on the floor. "Oh, god. NO! Plea—I'll do anything."

Sukuna sighs and tips your chin up so you’ll look at him. Only him.

"Kill me! Just kill me! Please!"

Sukuna doesn’t know how many times he's heard you say that in all the lives you've lived, but his answer will never change.

"No."

And you laughed.

xvii.

The cherry blossom sways lightly as if comforting you. You smelled the wild rose that you found earlier, its scent relaxing. You played with it while staring at the falling petals in your backyard.

"Megumi, you’re back already?" Your eyes are glassy as you turn to him, eyes unfocused.

Yes, how are the kids?

"Sleeping." You giggled. "They were very excited to see you."

Me too.

Sukuna watches unflinching as you converse with yourself. He came to get you when he saw the storm brewing in the distance but changed his mind. The cherry blossom sways violently, and he pried the wild rose off your hands when he noticed you cut yourself on its thorns, and you looked at him clearly for the first time in anger before you forgot that he’s there.

xviii.

He finds you panicking while frantically looking around the house. Around you, the house helpers don’t know how to help.

"Ah, Sukuna-sama-" you cried, running toward him. "Sukuna-sama!"

"Where did they go? Have you seen them?" You sobbed, holding onto his robe. "Where are they? Where are our kids?"

"They're not real."

"Don’t lie!"

He says nothing.

"Take it back!" He doesn't. Your eyes widened as if in realization."Oh, I know. They're with Megumi."

His eyes darkened at the mention of the name.

"Yeahh... they're fine. Megumi's with them." you say in a frenzy tone, holding onto your face. "But they need their mommy."

You left without a second thought, but he knows you're headed toward the backyard.

And he finally lets you end your suffering.

Never let it be said that he's incapable of love.

xix.

Sukuna woke up from his long slumber when a pathetic human ate his fingers.

And he thinks that the past is following him because he saw who it was and who the shadow-wielding sorcerer was. He knows that this time will be different.

(You watched as Sukuna in Megumi’s body killed your friends, your teachers, and your families.

And you watched as he walked closer to you, his two sets of eyes in frenzy; it was like slow motion when he put his hands on his chest. You ran towards him to stop him when you realized what he was gonna do, but it was too late. He pulled the heart out anyway

And you screamed)

xx.

You woke up, screaming, and Megumi was quick to your aid, brushing your tears away.

"Megumi," you sobbed, holding onto him.

"What happened?" Megumi asked, worried.

"I-Sukuna was- he-" you couldn’t breathe. You don’t know what you’re going to say first.

"Sssh, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare."

Yes, yes. It was just a nightmare. A nightmare, after all. Megumi is still Megumi. Your friend, your lover, your family.

You hugged him tightly, and Megumi smiled. You don’t notice the markings on his face and body, which are barely visible, or his two extra eyes smiling in mischief.

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #for sukuna #cuz this started after i thought of seek and the latest manga chaps which i haven't read yet #the story is kinda chaotic bcuz of the scattered lives #but yayy finally done #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk x reader

[luvreyn]

SERVANT OF EVIL

GOJO X READER

Sometimes you wonder how much power you'll have to wield before you’re satisfied. You wonder how much those who made you suffer and stripped you of what made you you have to lose just so you’d feel whole again.

Satoru is stronger than you, wealthier, more powerful, and more influential. Qualities in a man you have always dreamed of having. He kisses you in frenzy, leaving you breathless and wanting for more. You know he’ll give you more—he'll give you everything.

"I’m not the same person I was." You half warned, half confessed.

"And I love this version of you."

He must’ve known that you only felt anger toward him. He must’ve known that you only felt disgust and repulsion when he took you into his arms every night.

He must’ve known, but he just doesn’t care.

Because he can care for the both of you just fine.

The night is cold when he finishes, and you stare at the ceiling of his grand room. You spot the pricey ointment on his table, along with his sword and papers.

He follows your gaze, arms wrapping around you.

The headmaid who whipped your hands is gone now, courtesy of the man beside you.

You honestly thought that your vendetta against this kingdom would die with you, and although you accepted it, you still seethed in anger and humiliation every time they treated you like their servant, like you were nothing.

Which you technically are because when they conquered your country, they also stripped you of your identity.

"I can give you anything you want," he whispered one night.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

You turn to him, holding his face so you can look him in the eyes. "I want the throne."

It’s fortunate that their Crown Prince is taken by you. A nameless, undeserving prisoner of war. It’s unfortunate that he's taken by you for the same reason.

Because through him and his status, the whole world will burn. And you’re starting with the kingdom who unmade you in the first place.

Satoru wonders how much blood your enemies have to shed just so you can feel whole again. Satoru wonders how much more the world has to burn just so you can feel again.

The sword pierced through the king’s chest. The King’s eyes are shocked and afraid, while Satoru’s eyes are icy cold.

"W-why, son?"

"Long live the queen."

With this, he hopes you can feel whole again.

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #cuz this has been in a very long time coming #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #i luv him sm #jjk x reader

[luvreyn]

UNHOLY

PAIRING: SUKUNA X READER

Summary: Wherein your god returns from his slumber.

Warning: implied sex

i.

Your people have always believed that your God would come back someday after sleeping for centuries. None of you know when, but you know that he will.

That is why your family has painstakingly served food and water at the altar every day—at every meal time without rest. You’ve been taught at a young age that, as the daughter of the Temple keepers, you’d be next in line to accommodate and serve him.

That is why you’re up before the sun shows itself as you pray and worship the God you’ve only heard of from stories and seen in paintings. That is the reason why before you go to sleep, you pray to him.

You believed and waited, but you were sure that he wouldn’t wake up in your lifetime.

You should have known better than to doubt your God.

"Sukuna-sama!" Your mother exclaimed in surprise and glee.

Your Lord, your God, Sukuna, has been awakened from his slumber after a very very long time.

Your father and mother knelt, and you immediately followed. The rest of the worshippers followed suit, repeating words of worship and praise.

"Be respectful. Don’t raise your head when you see him." You can still hear the lectures from your father. "Serve him. Only him. Do not test his patience."

Sukuna dismissed you all with a wave of his hand. The worshippers hurried away, not wanting to displease him, but your parents stayed, and so did you.

He tsked as he took a seat at the altar.

Your parents were quick to introduce themselves before your god ran out of patience.

"And this is our daughter," Your father motioned you, and it took everything in you to take a step forward and bow again.

"Sukuna-sama," you continue to look at the floor.

He says nothing, and you're glad. Who are you, for your god to waste his breath? But his words left you frozen in shock.

"Raise your head."

Your eyes widened for a variety of reasons, but what he said shocked you. How could you dare look at h-

"Well, didn’t you hear me?"

Your mother glares at you, and you don’t need to be told twice. You almost took a step back. His stance, his aura, him; you have been told countless stories about him and his power, but you can tell that they didn’t do him justice.

Because what is staring at you is the definition of the word power itself. Your God, the strongest and most powerful of them all.

"Hmm..." he says, his thoughts hidden behind his eyes, and you swallow.

You have no idea how you managed to survive that encounter and the following encounters after that.

ii.

It is your duty to pray and serve before your lessons during the afternoons, but now, even during the time wherein your presence is not required, you’re at the prayer room waiting to serve Sukuna.

Thankfully, he does not say anything or order you to do anything; he just observes you and you don’t know if it’s worse.

(It's much worse, because you're scared he could see how fast your heart races because of his gaze and presence.)

iii.

Your mother has arranged tons of marriage prospects for you to choose from to continue the lineage of temple keepers, but one word from Sukuna was enough to stop her meddling.

"You have no need for a husband." he says after having his audience with her, his head resting on his hand as he looks at you.

But what about the lineage? You swallowed and bit your tongue before you could ask that. Instead, you thanked him for his generosity.

He nods and beckons you to take your seat.

As your mother and father always said, you have no right to question him.

iv.

You opened the tatami door, upset, after meeting your mother, and bowed when you saw him, quickly apologizing for being late.

He waves off your apologies and worries with a flick of his hand.

You take your usual seat a few feet from the altar while he continues to study you.

You must've piqued his interest. Your mother said proudly one time while combing your hair. Make sure to prove you're worthy of it.

You have no idea that a spark of interest can turn into something more. So much more.

v.

You fiddled with your finger as you watched him from the door's entry. He’s angry. No, not angry. That would be an understatement. You have no idea who raised his ire, but with the way your mother is shaking and pleading, you’re starting to realize what transpired in the wake of your tardiness.

"I’m sorry, Sukuna-sama," your mother began, taking a step forward. "I was just worried about the templ-"

"I told you that this temple doesn’t need a new generation of keepers nor that she need a husband."

You swallowed, knowing what happened. Behind his back, your mother arranged for you to see the son of the town’s doctor. You have told your mother it was against Sukuna's wishes, but she ignored you like she usually does, and you do not have it in you to tell Sukuna in fear of his wrath, even when he told you to come to him when you’re in trouble.

"But-"

"Get out."

Your mother must’ve seen how angry he was because she immediately left and you followed after her, only stopping when you heard his order. "Stay."

Your mother looks back at you, nodding, and you close the tatami door, bowing to him in respect.

You immediately knelt, begging him for his mercy. "I'm sorry, Sukuna-sama, my mother-"

He cuts you off, ordering you to stand up, which you do. You're guilty of lying and disobeying him, and you still have more apologies to utter when he speaks again.

"Come closer." It took you a moment before you took a step forward. "Closer."

You do as you are told until you're standing before him. You can see his sandals here. That is how close you are.

"Look at me." His voice is low and powerful.

You immediately do, and you’re surprised by his proximity. When you see his eyes, you know that this is not something you should see. That is not something someone of his stature should look at his followers. This is something that you have no right to witness.

And when he took a step further, you took a step back. You're intimidated by him—his prowess, his status, his godliness. He towered over you even as you took another step back.

"Do not deny me."

You don’t.

vi.

You can’t believe you’re being screwed at the altar—at the holy, sacred place that you served your entire life and at the hand of the god you should be serving.

His mouth leaves a hot trail of kisses and marks on your neck, your chest, your legs. Your clothes are scattered somewhere while he still wears his robes. Your hands are in his hair as you struggle to contain your voice from the unfamiliar sensation you're feeling.

"Sukuna-sama-"

Your words are stopped by his mouth as he ravishes your mouth. His hand holds your wrists above your head, intertwining your fingers together, as he kisses you deeper and you try to kiss him with the same intensity.

You’re sure that he’s the God. You should be serving him, worshipping him, but as he whispers hotly against your skin and worships you, you’re starting to wonder who the god really is.

#reynwrites #for the 2nd time for sukuna #@_@ he's hard to write so might be ooc but still gotta write #reynwrites.jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryoumen sukuna fanfic

[luvreyn]

ECSTASY

NAOYA ZENIN X F!READER

WARNING: abuse, death, violence, blood, insanity  

"Strip."  Your husband, Naoya Zenin, commanded while looking at you with lust in his eyes.

You don’t deny him; you already know what will happen if you do, but you can't help but wonder what went wrong as he kisses you so harshly.

You wonder as you look at the ugly bruise he left on your body in the mirror.

"What the fuck is this?" He said it in disgust, spitting out the tea you made for him after making love—no, not making love—sex. (You’ve always been so naive, dear, you could hear your mother’s voice.) Sex to conceive a new Zenin that could rival Megumi and have Zenin’s techniques.

"Te-"

"I know it’s tea, you idiot," he hisses. "How you manage to make tea so disgusting is beyond me."

(Then it hits you: everything has been wrong from the start. From the moment you were arranged to be married to him)

"I’m sorry-"

You flinched when he slammed the door, muttering useless under his breath.

Such is the life of being married to the Zenin Clan.

Such is the life you live as Naoya’s spouse.

You can’t leave him. Not just because he’s right that no one else will love you, and not just because you’re carrying a Zenin, but because your fucked up heart loves him.

But you despise him just as much as you love him.

You want him to live as much as you want to kill him.

And so the only option is to leave, but you can’t leave. Although, he can leave you if he so wishes.

You wish he did. You wish he did. The only way you’d be free of this terror is if he left.

That’s why you did nothing to warn them of the incoming danger that Maki poses or stop Maki from slaughtering the devils that tormented you every second of your life just because you were born a girl.

Seeing Maki single-handedly make them pay excites you.

And...

"Help me, you bitch!" Naoya shouts at you. He lies on the ground, bleeding. His anger is familiar, but your wrath has been building for years, begging to be unleashed after all the years of abuse and humiliation. "What are you waiting for!?"

Maki looks at you, face expressionless, as she leaves the room. Naoya is not worth her anger or emotions anymore, and he’s not hers to end. You know that. Maybe this is her final gift to you.

Your cheeks warmed.

Maki-sama, you’ve always been kind.

You smiled sweetly at your dear husband, grabbing the small knife you hid in your obi as you approached.

"Took you long enough-’

Naoya’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the glint of the knife. He opened his mouth to shout—to say something to stop you—but it wasn’t enough to stop your wrath. It wasn’t enough for you to stop. You stabbed him repeatedly. "Die, die, die!"

You’re not sure when he died exactly when you stop. Your clothes and hands are drenched in blood, your arms hurting from the effort you put into stabbing, but oh, the sight of his blood is ecstasy.

first and probably the last i’m gonna write about him cuz i don’t like him hahah but inspiration strike so tadaaa

#reynwrites.jjk #reynwrites #bgm: labour #jujutsu kaisen naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk x reader

[luvreyn]

RABBIT HOLE

PAIRING: GOJO X READER

WARNING: obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, kinda insanity

You’ve been told countless times that your curiosity has led you into danger, especially when you were young. It even cost you to disappear for a lengthy period of time, which almost gave your parents a heart attack and your grandparents reason to believe in otherworldliness.

So when they saw you near the rabbit hole of the backyard in your grandparents house, they were shocked. How could you be there when they’ve searched the estate and backyard multiple times already?

Nevertheless, all questions were halted as they rushed you to the hospital.

"You don’t know where you went?" You can still remember your mother’s question and the looks the adults gave each other.

You shook your head and asked, "Where’s Satoru?"

The look is back, as if you’d lost your mind. "Satoru? Who is that, sweetheart?"

"He’s my friend! I told you about him! We always play together in the backyard."

But the adults are still confused and alarmed. They obviously don't know who you’re referring to.

For your sanity and wellbeing, your parents decided to never return to your grandparents estate ever again.

Until now.

Your grandmother’s funeral is a quiet affair. No one knows what to say or do now that the matriarch of your family is gone, so you just offer your silent company.

Next to you, your beloved is talking quietly with your mother while eating a cake. You never understood the hype around sweets. A family friend offered you condolences when you saw something. Someone is looking at you from afar dressed in an all-black outfit and wearing pitch-black shades. He smiled when you saw him and turned away.

With a quick kiss and a word, you excused yourself from the gathering and made your way to the backyard.

You thought he was a fever dream, but he’s real! You knew he was real! You were right this entire time, despite your parents saying otherwise.

"Hey! Excuse me!" He didn’t stop walking. "Satoru? Is that you?"

He’s just walking faster. "Satoru! Wait up. Don’t you remember me?"

You cursed when you almost tripped. Stupid shoes. You felt a lot better when you removed it, but you noticed that you’re all alone now and the estate is far away.

Where did he run off to? "Satoru? Sat-AHHHH"

You landed with a loud thud. What the hell was that? You look around; it looks like you’re still in the estate, but everything is different. Instead of the estate, you saw a big castle. Bigger than the ones you’ve seen during your outings. And everything seems so familiar yet unfamiliar.

And the person you were chasing chuckled before helping you up.

"Still clumsy," he says as he gives you a once-over. "Miss me?"

All words were forgotten as you hit him. "You didn’t even stop!"

Satoru has been your friend since you can remember. It’s hard to wrap your mind around the concept that he’s from another world—another dimension. How he could go to your world, you have no idea, but you suppose it’s the same way you can go to his world.

You rediscover each other’s lives again. You go on to tell him about your life in the city, the therapists that you see from time-to-time because they are afraid you’ve gone insane, your family, friends, hobbies, and your fiance.

Satoru tells you about his friends, the workers who often visit you at the tea parties, and his kingdom; he shows you his abilities but never his family. You figured it was a touchy subject.

And you discovered each other in a much more intimate way. You don’t know when it started; you just know that it did. Maybe it’s because you miss and long for each other so much. Maybe it was everything and nothing, but what you know is that you like it—love it even.

You love what he makes you feel; you love his hands holding onto yours, his body against yours, and his lips on yours.

What you’re doing is wrong and an injustice to everyone involved. You, your fiance, and him, but you couldn’t stop. You don’t know how to stop, and it seems like Satoru doesn’t know how to stop either.

But you know better how perfect his control is; he just doesn’t want to stop.

It didn’t even occur to you how much time had passed until you saw the pocket watch in his hand.

"Satoru? How much time has passed?"

"Hmm..." he says, eyeing you. "Not much. You should try this cake! It’s your favorite."

He pushes the cake to you, and you couldn’t refuse. You saw the faint smirk on his face before your mind became heavy. "You belong here, love. You belong with me."

Something’s wrong. Your memory is foggy, your body is heavy, and it feels like you're floating through time. You feel like you're involved in something dangerous. What are they feeding you? You tried to remember, but all you remember is the delicious food during meal times and your favorite cake during tea times.

Your favorite cake? Since when do you like sweets?

You felt sick. You need to leave. Your family needs you. Your fiance needs you. What did Satoru do to you?!

Satoru wouldn’t do this to you, right?

But he already did, your mind whispers.

But he doesn’t know that you already know, and you can use that to your advantage. You can’t outsmart him forever, but just one chance is enough. A sneak attack.

The next time Satoru fed you the cake, you pretended to swallow it and pretended that it worked. When he left to attend palace affairs, you vomited the cake and immediately ran like crazy towards the palace garden, looking for a way out, when you noticed a familiar hole.

You crawled out of the rabbit hole, your clothes are dirty, and you're shivering. You realized it's autumn. You came here in the spring.

You ran like mad towards the estate, shouting, and you saw your family and fiance.

"My dear, don’t make us worry like that again!" your mother sobbed, clutching onto you. "Where did you go?!"

You couldn’t tell them the truth, so you just told a half-truth. That you don’t know. You just woke up on the estate in these clothes, with no memory of where you've been or what happened. You could tell by the looks your aunts and uncles shared that they were all thinking the same thing.

"It’s your childhood all over again!" your mother lamented. "This house is cursed!"

Seeing that your grandmother left the estate to your father in her will, your family decided to sell the estate as soon as possible, and you helped out with the logistics. Who gets what, and what will go to charities.

You thought keeping busy would make you forget the time you spent down the rabbit hole, but it didn’t. The dreams just keep reminding you of it and him; the memories couldn’t just unhappen.

And the way your eyes constantly wander towards the rabbit hole unnerves you just as much as it does your fiancé.

You thought that you wanted to be back here in the real world. In the arms of your beloved, in the company of your family and friends, but you could tell that it's not the same anymore.

Where did you truly belong? You know the answer isn’t in this world anymore.

The huge fight happened when you saw the rabbit hole gone, filled with dirt.

"What’s so wrong about that?" your fiance said when you confronted them. "It’s making you behave irrationally! I don’t know why you obsess over it!"

You’re dumbfounded. Why keep obsessing over it?

(Where did you truly belong? You know the answer isn’t in this world anymore.)

Because you belong there.

"We should just leave this place immediately. The reading of the will is done. Nothing keeps us here anymor-"

"Screw you!" you shouted, leaving your fiance behind.

You miss him. You miss the blue eyes, the insanely good looks, the insanity, and the thirst for that insatiable desire and passion for each other.

You laughed and cried while digging the rabbit hole. You’re right, Satoru. You were right.

And when you landed in the arms of the person you’ve been dreaming of, you sighed in relief because you’re finally back to who you wanted to be with—your own wonderland.

I MISS WRITING ABOUT HIM! FIRST TIME IN 2023 I THINK??

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VILLAIN

PAIRING: SHOTO X READER

Shoto knows (probably more than anyone) that villains aren't inherently evil, not really. Villains are just broken people—broken heroes who society failed.

His brother was an example of that.

That's why, when he saw you cowering under his power, he knew. He accompanied his sister to Kamino for an errand, and it just so happens that you and your companions have stolen goods from a grocery store downtown.

You look about the same age as him, but it’s not apparent with how thin and sickly you look. You’re not the villain they should capture; you are someone they should give another chance to.

"Here," he says, handing you the hand warmer he often carries around during the winter. "Take it."

He stands straighter. "You should go left from here if you don’t want to be captured."

He dusted his pants and left.

One of the local heroes in the area stopped him in his tracks. "Todoroki? Did you catch them?" He shakes his head, eyes darting towards the space he left you in. "Damn it!"

The second time he met you, you'd become involved in a more dangerous crime than just stealing food. You’re now stealing money from a highly secured bank.

Shoto eyes the money you drop on the ground as you raise your hand to surrender. Body shaking due to fear.

"Do you want to change?" He held out his hand, like Deku did with him, and like what he had done to his brother before. And there was no denying the joy he felt when you accepted it.

He learns much about you in the following weeks as he helps you get your life together.

Your quirk is an interesting one. The power to cause vibration, which is dangerous since you can’t control it yet and it reacts to your negative emotions,

You never had a formal education or training, having been left to fend for yourself since you were a child, and now you are at the mercy of villains who are much more powerful and cunning than you.

That was why he couldn’t help the happiness and pride he felt when you excitedly told him about your interview and when you got the job.

"Shoto, look!" you say, twirling excitedly. "I got accepted! My first real job!"

His visits to Kamino are so frequent that his sister and brother have already asked him twice if he is seeing anyone. Even his dad and friends were interested in what was so interesting in Kamino.

But they wouldn’t know just yet... Shoto would just like to keep you to himself just for a little bit longer.

"I didn’t order this," he protested when you laid a slice of cake on his plate. He was met with a grin and a wink.

"It’s on the house. Kinda see-you-soon food before your trip later."

And who was he to deny you?

You were trying to be better, trying to do good, but it seems that the past has yet to let you go.

That's why he was beyond shocked when he saw the news on his overseas mission the next day.

"A mall has collapsed after an altercation between a villain and heroes in a cafe in Kamino. The number of deaths is still rising. The villain is still out large, citizens are advised to stay indoors and report any suspicious acti-"

His heart stopped when he saw footage of you running.

One call was all it took for him to make the trip home that same hour.

He tried to call you numerous times, but his calls went straight to voice mail, and he feared the worst.

The situation isn't ideal. The Senate and public alike are pushing for your execution. He and the rest of the former members of Class A and other heroes have been pushing for the amendment of the law that executes criminals. The law was passed after the war with Meta Liberation and AFO, with the world fearing what would happen if someone like AFO appeared again.

It's better to kill the criminals right away instead of letting them live.

And because of that law, you will die.

The worry and dread he felt vanished when you answered the door. Eyes wide and red.

He lets himself in, making sure no one is in sight. He hasn’t even opened his mouth before you broke down, apologizing repeatedly while you shared what happened.

It turns out that the heroes who were supposed to apprehend you the night he met you saw you working and confronted you.

He closes his eyes as he imagines the scene unfolding. Those heroes were huge, power-type heroes. He can imagine them confronting you, taunting you, you tripping, and your quirk activating.

Shoto wished he had never been sent on that overseas trip. He should have been here.

"I swear," you sobbed. "I didn't mean for the building to collapse. I didn't mean for that accident to happen. I was just so startled and scared—I'm so sorr-"

He shushes you, crushing you into a tight embrace. "I know," he says softly in your eyes. "I know. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you."

He’s a hero, after all.

The meeting for the law amendment ended in disaster, with the citizens and some heroes against it because of what happened in the mall, which left hundreds injured and hundreds dead.

The man standing in front of him falls, eyes open in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he has done. All the while, Shoto remains unfazed. This was one of the heroes who confronted you in the cafe, and one of the heroes who was against the law amendment.

He lets out a breath as he walks away from the scene. One down, more to go.

There's something you couldn't know though (because he knows you would just blame yourself): Shoto doesn't mind being a villain if it means protecting you.

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RUIN

ATSUMU X READER

Atsumu watches you take a sip of the tea he made while you make yourself comfortable on his kitchen stool.

He knows from mutual friends that you just came back. He knows it's dangerous to still keep tabs on you, but he couldn���t help it.

Samu already warned him twice about it because he knows how toxic and consuming your relationship has become, and Atsumu is still trying to pick up the pieces after you left without a word or a note.

He’s at the top of his career. In fact, he and his team recently beat Kageyama and Oikawa in a very important championship game.

And he is seeing someone now, much to everyone’s surprise. They’ve always thought that he was going to hang up on you for a long time. Osamu had hoped, though, that eventually the girl he was seeing would make him forget about the ruined pieces you left behind—would make him forget about you completely.

But the girl he’s seeing is a was. It’s a was, now that you came back.

It took a long, hard time before he came to this point. Of being at peace and content, but Atsumu doesn’t know how a single word from you made all those sacrifices and efforts come undone.

"So..." you say, a smile on your face. "How’s it going?"

On your brightest days, you bring him to heaven. You say his name with a sigh, a twinkle in your eyes, and a laugh in your mouth. You don't shy away from his touch, and you let him linger around you as much as he likes.

But in your darkest days, you drag him to hell, say his name like a curse, avoid his touch, and a storm forms in your eyes.

He knows he should think about the day you left and the day his world came crashing down before he lets you back into his life again (Atsumu knows his defeat when he sees it. He already let you in when you came to see him tonight) but surprisingly, all he can remember is him being happiest with you, and when he crashes his lips against yours, he knows that everything he did to forget you and everything he did to move forward was all in vain. That when you responded to his kisses with your own, he is all yours to make again.

"I miss you," he says repeatedly. "I miss you. Don’t leave me again."

You ruined him for anyone else.

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PLAN | SEEK PART 2

WARNING: POSSESSION/OBSESSION

SUKUNA X READER X MEGUMI

part i

Sukuna has always been a strategist and a mastermind.

He prides himself on foreseeing everything that would hinder or help his goals. That’s why, when he saw Megumi’s cursed technique, he knew that he was the person he needed to get his body back.

Through Megumi, he would once again rule the world.

And it didn’t help that his interest in Megumi didn’t stop there, he was the ward of the strongest sorcerer Sukuna faced, he is the best friend of the brat Yuji, whose body he’s currently stuck in. And Megumi is the man who’s in a strange relationship with you; your cursed technique definitely reminds him of Uraume. And he knows potential when he sees it, and he sees your hidden potential like he sees the potential of your lover.

His plan was set even before he struck the deal with the brat.

But small flies just keep appearing, don’t they? With that bastard Kenjaku starting his pathetic attempts in the guise of 'helping' him.

Sukuna scoffs, as if he’d ever need that person’s help. He has his own way of doing things. He’d have Kenjaku pay a hundredfold, though, for being the reason why his plan almost went to ash. for almost costing Megumi’s life... and in turn, yours.

Although, now that he thinks about it…

He stares at your sleeping form.

Having your life in danger during the Shibuya incident worked wonders. He has you to thank for being one of the reasons his plan worked as effortlessly and faster than he anticipated.

You’re the perfect motivation, after all, for Megumi to strive in his training at honing his power. For being the reason why the day he patiently waited for finally came.

You stir, mumbling Megumi’s name, a stray tear falling to your cheeks. He feels Megumi starting to fight back again because of it.

Do you want to hold her so badly, Megumi?

When you awoke, terrified. He decides to grant Megumi's wish.

If you wanted to hold her so badly, then hold her. He thinks, swallowing your screams.

He has always been curious about how you taste, after all.

Tadaaa ~ sorry for the errors it’s so late that it’s almost morning here 

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