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levi-4uckerman · 2 months ago

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╰┈➤ satoru gojo x reader // reader self insert // prologue here

╰┈➤ like ghosts in the snow // synopsis: Two years ago, you vanished from Tokyo and its world of curses entirely. First grade status be damned-- you were gone without a trace. Left to raise the son of the strongest sorcerer in a world far removed from the dangers you and his father both had been subject to. You escaped the endless battle of curses vs man, the burden of a life sopping wet with death and tragedy. Here, in the solitude of these snow-covered mountains, you were finally safe.

Right?

╰┈➤ CH 1 TWs: male masturbation, explicit sexual content, graphic descriptions of sex, original characters used, secret pregnancy, mention of young children, mention of past character death, possible manga spoilers, blah blah blah. enjoy :)

╰┈➤ see story timeline here, if you wanna!

╰┈➤ next chappy :)

✎ side note before we dig in! I know y'all hate a YN so the reader has been given a random japanese name. welcome to ur new life as Shiori Myoji :)

Somewhere out west, 2018...

You sat alone in your cabin, staring at the flickering fire... The wind howled outside, shaking the windows and piling snow high against the panes. You barely noticed. Winter had come early this year, though the townsfolk chalked it up to the unpredictable nature of the mountains. You held a half-empty teacup, the liquid long since gone cold. Your fingers trembled slightly as you gripped its handle, though you told yourself it was just from the chill in the air.

The fire crackled on, and your thoughts drifted like smoke, pulling you backward through time as you stared into the hypnotizing flames.

...

Tokyo, Japan- December 2014.

The first time you saw Satoru Gojo as human was at the ceremony following Suguru's death, a private event held at Tokyo Jujutsu High after hours. There weren’t many guests, but the crowd was big enough that he hadn’t seen you at first. You’d stood at the edge, out of the way, your umbrella shielding you from the rain pouring down as if the sky itself was in mourning, too.

You hadn’t planned to approach him. What could you have said? The strongest sorcerer in the world, staring at the ground as though he could will himself to fall through it– what words could you possibly offer? Anything that crossed your mind felt hollow, tasted meaningless on your tongue.

Yet, still, you approached. Those bright blue eyes had landed on you and you were drawn in, like a moth to flame. Your feet were moving before you realized what you’d done.

“Shi-chan, you’re staring,” he chided, his voice sounding hollow. “Didn’t think you cared.”

“I don’t,” you replied, aware that you both knew it was a lie.

It always was.

He smiled, soft but genuine– like he was just grateful for your company. You nodded, letting him take what he wanted from the gesture.

The relationship you’d had after wasn’t supposed to mean anything. A month of stolen moments, grief shared in the only ways you knew how. You sought comfort in each other’s arms, filling the empty spaces that Suguru had left behind. Late night texts. Solo outings. You told yourself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a way to cope. Was that a lie, too?

That time together had changed everything. And two months later, when you realized you were pregnant, you knew that there was no going back.

The sound of Haruto stirring in his sleep pulled you back to the present. The cabin’s quiet stillness wrapped tightly around you as you set down your teacup, your fingers still slightly shaking as you stepped toward your sleeping son, curled around his stuffed rabbit. He was so small, so peaceful– and yet, every time you looked at him, it was like staring into the past. Your big, scary past.

His hair, white as the snow outside… his eyes, that same piercing shade of blue that gazed at you from across classrooms, found you in crowded hallways buried deep in your memory�� Sometimes, if you looked at him just right, he even had his father’s stubborn smirk. Sometimes it was enough to make your heart ache.

You didn’t regret leaving– you wouldn’t let yourself. You’d made the choice for Haruto, for Satoru, for humanity– he deserved a childhood free from the crushing weight of the Gojo name, free from the dangers of being born into a world of curses. And Satoru…

He didn’t need the burden of fatherhood, another anchor to his already heavy chains.

He didn’t stop you when you left.

Your breath caught in your throat. You told yourself not to think about him, not to wonder where he was or what he was doing. You’d left him behind, you’d left everything behind, but the truth lingered. Sharp and bitter in the back of your throat. You’d run because you were afraid. Afraid for the part of you that wanted to believe that Satoru might have chosen you and the life growing inside of you over everything else.

But you’d seen the threads of fate. Tangled, cruel, impossible to ignore. You left because you couldn’t bear to watch him choose the world over you.

The fire snapped sharply, loud enough to make you jump. The flames cast dancing shadows against the walls, and you felt a familiar prickling at your scalp as you watched them move. It wasn't a vision, but a feeling, a suggestion that something may be on the horizon. You closed your eyes, trying to will fate’s whisper into a conversation, but it remained quiet– imperceptible. Glimpses came to you in flickering waves, an apparition at the edge of your mind… someone tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like the sky…

Your chest tightened as you pushed the thought away with a gasp, forcing yourself to focus on the crackling fire and the sound of howling wind outside.

“Shiori,” an older voice called softly from the adjoining room. “Are you still awake? It’s well past midnight.”

“Aya-san,” you replied, withdrawing your hand from your son’s hair. “Did I wake you?”

“No, child. The storm did.” Aya stepped lightly into the room, moving with the ease of someone used to late-night watches. She lowered herself onto the armchair by Haruto, dimming the table lamp and casting soft shadows across her face.

Aya Takahashi, formerly Zenin– she’d sought an escape from the troubling world of jujutsu, same as you. Born into the infamous Zenin clan with a powerful technique, she had built her life around the expectations of her lineage… until she met her late husband. He was a non-sorcerer whom she'd fallen in love with devastatingly quickly. Their love was defiant in the eyes of the Zenins, and Aya chose him over their approval. They ran away together, knowing the cost of their love, only for her spiteful relatives to come for them both, bringing their marriage to a sudden, violent end.

Aya lost her husband that day.

She ran away to this sleepy, mountainside town out west, hoping that its wild, untamed cursed energy would mask her signature. For thirty years, she had been successful. When she came across you and Haruto, barely ten months old at the time, she saw herself in your struggle, and she knew... she couldn’t walk away.

And gods bless her soul, she didn’t.

Aya had become such an unassuming yet steady presence in your life—a former sorceress who had left her old life behind and found solace in this small, secluded town just like you had.

The arrangement had begun with practicality, but Aya’s quiet strength and experience had turned her into a figure of comfort, almost a guardian. Her motherly tendencies extended to you as much as to Haruto, though she rarely showed her cards outright.

Aya studied you for a moment, her expression knowing. “Something tells me you haven’t slept yet,” she hummed, reaching to turn on the television as if to settle in for a watchful night.

You studied her with a hint of reluctance, knowing exactly what she intended. “Aya-san, you really don’t have to—”

“Go and rest, Shiori.” Her voice was gentle, but her tone left no room for debate. “I’ll be here if the boy wakes.”

“But I—,”

The look she gave you, one full of quiet insistence, spoke louder than any further protests you could make.

With a resigned sigh, you shook your head and accepted the fate she’d laid out for you, the comfort of her presence an unspoken balm. You relented and bid her goodnight, resting a comforting hand on Haruto’s little head before walking away.

Tokyo, Japan- 2018.

In Tokyo, Satoru Gojo was feeling a similar kind of anxiety.

Ryomen Sukuna had a vessel. The thought of it alone made his jaw clench tightly. It was unprecedented, unpredictable, and as far as he was concerned, a major pain in the ass. There were no protocols for this sort of thing— well, maybe one, but that was the last thing he wanted. “I can’t let them kill him,” he muttered to himself, tone sharp as nails. “He’s just a kid.”

He leaned back in his office chair, staring out at the Tokyo skyline with mild interest. His head pulsed with a day-old migraine as he studied the tiny flares of cursed energy erupting in short bursts across the city's grid. The presence of curses and the activity of curse users had become more erratic than usual, flickering in the depths of the city like embers waiting to be ignited. It had only gotten worse since Sukuna's fingers entered the equation; like all of Japan was holding its breath. Even with his technique, Satoru was struggling to keep up with the endless spikes of energy on the horizon. His head throbbed, his senses constantly assaulted until finally, he pulled the blinds closed.

Satoru sighed. He hadn't been this on edge in a very long time, not since...

He dismissed the thought, reaching for a bottle of painkillers nearby and rattling it in a last-ditch effort to dull the throbbing in his skull. He popped two in his mouth and swallowed them dry before running a broad palm over his face, a low groan slipping out as he reached his lips. "This is fucking stupid," he muttered, voice muffled by his hand.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of the chair and stretched his long arms above his head, joints stiff and aching from too many hours of vigilance and too little rest. He hated to even consider leaving campus, knowing that Yuuji-- no. Sukuna was here. Yuuji had done well in controlling the king of curses since they had started training, but the thought of leaving him alone still left Satoru uneasy. Could he really turn his back on him?...

Yes, he decided, as his eyes caught sight of his phone screen flashing the time: 3:55pm. He hadn't slept a wink in over 40 hours, a reckless oversight even by his standards. His Six Eyes needed rest, and he'd be no use to anyone-- especially against Sukuna --if he burned out completely. I can leave. Just for a few hours.

With a tired sigh, he dialed his assistant. “Ijichi,” he sang half heartedly into his cell, his voice missing some of its usual playfulness. “I’m going home.”

Ijichi's protests were immediate, though muffled through the receiver. Satoru didn't bother listening. He slipped the phone into his back pocket without even hanging up, ignoring the last few sputters of "--but Gojo-san!"

Stretching his limbs once more, he felt the weight of exhaustion settling into his bones. It wasn't like him to abandon his post so early into the afternoon, but he wouldn't be of any use in this state. Half-blind, staggering through a haze of pain. The pounding behind his eyes was growing unbearable, his senses dulling with each passing minute.

With one last glance at the skyline, Satoru exhaled, letting his shoulders drop just slightly. It was strange, the guilt that had begun creeping in these days, as if his raw determination alone would be enough to protect humanity from Sukuna's dark influence. But at his core, he knew that if he wasn't sharp, if he wasn't fully there, then he was no more than a tired body standing watch.

Humanity deserved better than that.

Yuuji deserved better than that.

In his apartment, Satoru wandered thoughtlessly into his bedroom, tossing aside his phone, his wallet, his blindfold, and all of the other little trinkets he carried on the job. The blinds were drawn and the room was dark; still, he manipulated the pitch black space seamlessly, thankful for the small mercy of darkness. He migrated to his shower-- something else he'd been putting off.

The hot stream of water-- scalding against his porcelain skin --was healing. Following the contours of his body, mapping the planes of his muscles as it traveled across his skin. The rich scent of his body wash hung thickly in the air, cutting through 40 hours' worth of sweat and frustration. With a sigh, he bowed his head, letting it all fall into his eyes, mouth.

What the fuck had happened to him?

Being alone was something he still struggled with. He'd once thought of Suguru as the only person who could possibly understand the isolation that followed his responsibilities as the strongest. But Suguru was gone, had been gone longer even than he'd been dead, and all that was left now was... Satoru and his sadness? Longing? He didn't know what he was feeling.

Remorse?

"You promise you won’t regret this?"

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Eyes snapping open, he reared his head back. Infinity kept him from losing his balance, thankfully, but didn't stop the way he wobbled a bit on his feet with the emotional whiplash he'd just received from that memory. That voice.

He exhaled, long and slow, steam swirling in the dimmed light. His pulse quickened just slightly as the memory returned to him in living color, as if he were reliving it-- naked and vulnerable.

A laugh-- soft like morning mist. Perfume dancing across his senses, igniting warmth within his chest. He felt her presence even here, in the sanctuary of his mind.

Shiori Myoji. The Clairvoyance User.

The quiet, mundane memory came to him suddenly-- like his pain had picked the lock to a door he'd forgotten long ago. She was sitting on the edge of a windowsill in the Jujutsu High dorms, delicate fingers cradling a cup of tea. He sat beside her, much too close, with a large hand resting on her covered thigh. She was blushing, and he remembered the way it made his heart race. Has anyone ever done that before?

Has anyone ever done that... since?

"You're incorrigible," she scolded lightly, though the light smile upon her lips told him all that he needed to know. With a glance toward the halls, assuring there would be no witnesses, she leaned into him and he did the same, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss.

Fuck, she was always so soft. So calm. The kind of calm he pretended that he was, but had never really felt. Only in these moments, did she ever seem to look at him. Usually, her gaze extended into a space that he couldn't see-- a space that no one occupied, as if she were seeing something that he couldn't.

The water hit his shoulders harder now, as if trying to call him back to the present. He straightened, shaking his head as if that could wash away the memory of her. As if it were something that could be scrubbed away as easily as sweat and blood from his skin.

But she lingered, as she always seemed to do. She'd been away for too long for him to still think of her. She was a distraction at the time, something they both craved desperately. That is what she was, wasn't she? His distraction. His excuse. His anchor when the weight of Suguru's passing had threatened to tilt him off-balance. She was his-- then, now, whether she knew it or not.

His, because he couldn't let her be anything else.

Yes, a voice in his head purred. Yours, it agreed— languid and sweet, sounding suspiciously like her.

She was an addiction he’d been more than willing to rid himself of— even if it hurt like pouring salt into a wound. He’d love to say that he didn’t feel it, or that it paled in comparison to the pain of killing his best friend, but that simply wasn’t true. He’d grown attached to her warmth, her quiet strength, the mutual understanding of their own responsibilities as sorcerers. She’d been an enigma to him in high school, a close friend as an adult, and now? A ghost. A shadow. Someone who knew him intimately, someone whose taste hadn’t left his mouth since the last time his tongue was inside of her— because only he knew her so intimately, too.

Only he had been privy to the way that her brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and disgust when he said something lewd, the way her cheeks would darken at the slightest mention of their extracurricular affairs, igniting a fire in the pit of Satoru’s belly each time. Only he got to see the spit-slick part of her lips when she came, her wet heat wrapped so tightly around his member that he’d nearly blacked out at the force of his own orgasm. Only he knew that it was like that every. Single. Time. with her, like they were both squirming virgins experimenting with strange new feelings.

Except Satoru had never felt so enthralled with a lover before, and he never would again— something he’d come to terms with after trying and failing to fill the void she left in his life as his ‘distraction’. That’s all she was.

Right?

“Fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth as he recalled her image in near-perfect clarity, spread out above his sheets— moaning softly, gasping his name when he fucked her just right. “Fucking shit.”

Satoru took himself in his hand, letting the water cascade down his back as he hunched over, pressing his forehead against the cool tile as he recalled more. Her dainty fingers tangled in his hair as she writhed beneath him, bucking her hips against his pelvis and fucking herself on his cock. Broken whispers of ‘Satoru, please,’ as her walls contracted around him, milking his seed into her waiting womb. The taste of her sweat on his tongue, salty and sweet, while he sucked his little purple love bites into her skin. He’d spell out his fucking name with them if he could.

He’d carve it into her flesh with his teeth if she’d let him.

Feelings Satoru had never experienced before her— or after her — flooded his senses. The hollow ache of desperation as he craved her warmth, the bitter taste of jealousy as he thought of her with anyone else, the crushing weight of grief when he remembered she was gone—

“Fucking miss you,” he spat, pumping desperately into his own fist, slick with prespend. “Fucking miss the way you feel.”

In his mind’s eye, Shiori writhes underneath him, pinned to the mattress by his weight. Her fingers tangle into his hair as he fucks into her, hard and fast, carving out a space just for him. He’s grunting along with his thrusts, her pretty little gasps coming out in broken hiccups. They’re hiding in the campus dorms again and they have to be quiet; she muffles a loud cry against his shoulder, teeth baring down into his flesh as she locks her legs around his waist with surprising ferocity, holding him so deep inside of her, and oh shit they forgot a condom—

“Fuck,” he hissed out in a sharp breath, tightening his grip on himself. The exhaustion in his bones temporarily forgotten, Satoru slammed a fist onto the wall above his head, a satisfying little crack! coming from the tile. His orgasm had nearly taken his breath away in its intensity, years of frustration and repressed feelings finally coming to a sore, bursting head.

He stood panting in the shower stall, watching the physical evidence of his longing swirl down the drain. His head pulsed with every beat of his heart, the effort he’d exerted not mixing kindly with his already throbbing migraine. He groaned, running a hand through his slick hair, and subsequently flicking water onto the wall behind him. Fucking Shiori, he muttered to himself.

Head swimming, Satoru emerged from the muggy bathroom several minutes later. He was still stewing over his momentary loss of control. He could have anyone he wanted, and here he was, fisting his cock to memories of an old flame. A ghost from his past.

He’d buried her in the place he’d buried Suguru— except, the ache was different knowing that her physical form still roamed this earth. Somewhere. He could find her, if he wanted to. Maybe she'd be able to tell him what the fuck he should do, how the fuck he was going to save a 16 year old boy with an eons-old curse living inside of him.

A plan began to unfurl inside of him, unwillingly. A first grade sorceress, gone without a trace... But all cursed energy left residuals, didn’t it? Would it really be so hard for the Six Eyes to follow her clues, hunt her down, and bring her back home?

It wouldn’t be hard, but it wouldn’t be right, he thought.

Last he heard, Shiori had fled west to study cursed energy manifestation in other regions. It was a convincing cover up, but given her technique and her history of omitting bigger details, he'd always assumed there were other implications to why and where she'd gone. Did she know what was happening in Tokyo? Did she see something that he didn't?

Of course she fucking did, he scoffed, slipping a t-shirt over his bare shoulders. When didn't she? She always knew more than she let on. It had frustrated him back then, and it frustrated him even more now. The idea that she might have seen this, predicted it-- Sukuna, Yuuji, the spiraling chaos of Tokyo's curses --and had chosen to leave anyway gnawed at him.

The truth was, he didn't want to think about why she left. Shit, he didn't want to think about her at all. But her name sat heavy on his chest now, a quiet itch he couldn't continue to ignore. If anyone could make sense of the impossible, it was her. And yet... she was gone. She'd left without so much as a goodbye, or a trace worth following. Maybe that was all of the explanation he really needed.

Maybe that was all of the closure he’d ever get.

With a low groan, Satoru flopped onto his bed, stretching his arms out wide. He didn't get tired often, but exhaustion was settling into his bones. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness settle over him, the plan that he refused to admit beginning to stir in his minds' eye once more, unwelcome and persistent. He could find her. If he wanted to. If he needed to.

This is Chapter 1 of a multi-chapter fic to be crossposted to AO3. Taglist below as requested. @starlightglimmersworld @mccookiemonster @leilakaro @certainduckanchor @itsbellablue-blog @shokosbunny @hyookka @drogonfruitzen

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sukirichi · 8 months ago

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PLEASE STOP COPYING FICS ‼️

I am by no means gatekeeping concepts or tropes. We all know that it’s normal to see the same tropes or AUs be used differently, and that is not plagiarism. However, I recently found a fic that was oddly similar to my old (and discontinued) Gojo x Reader series, Reckless. The CEO! Gojo is nothing new, and neither is an accidental pregnancy trope. The only reason I am concerned is because this Gojo series I found has the exact same themes as Reckless that consists of: a playboy CEO Gojo with a very notorious reputation, a poor reader who is an employee and asset to the company (someone who works closely with Gojo), reader getting knocked up from a one night stand with Gojo, reader with a seemingly dead/absent mother yet still in contact with her father, Gojo with a very traditional family who does not like reader, and Gojo with an ex he struggles to let go of - which are all elements of Reckless.

The first chapter of that Gojo fic is also eerily similar to my first chapter with the same flow of: YN finding out she’s pregnant and her friend being there for her, Gojo saying he’ll take responsibility because ‘they both made the baby’, YN having to move in with Gojo to take care of the baby, and both of them coming to a mutual agreement that their ‘relationship’ will be purely for the baby’s benefit. The flow of events and specific details about the characters’ backgrounds are too similar to mine.

Again, I am not gatekeeping concepts, just as how I’ve had other writers ask me if they could write their own stories or takes based off of the NAOYA’S TROPHY WIFE COLLECTION or the BONTEN HUSBANDS EXCLUSIVE, and I’m fine with that. I’m even happy people are inspired by what I write. But being inspired is completely different from taking someone’s story and posting it as yours. Please trust your own creativity and skills in writing. You can write amazing stories and have people love them without having to steal from others.

It’s sad to say this is not the first time I, and other writers, have been plagiarized. It’s even more upsetting to know that a friend of mine who has also written a Gojo series (that I’m sure you all know and dearly love) experiences the same issues with the same person. The fact that this is happening to many writers out there is disheartening. We work hard and pour a lot of love in the stories we create. None of us are getting paid for this, and we simply want to share our passions with others. So please, let us be kinder with one another and show love and support the right way. If you love a fic, you give feedback and rb/comment + show support to the writer. You don’t steal their ideas and play it off as your own because you liked it.

#for context: my Reckless series was posted around 2021 and this new Gojo series I found was posted in 2023 (when I was already in my hiatus)#i’m just... this is so upsetting. i have been in love with jjk for so long but i won’t lie and say the fandom hasn’t given me problems :(#there always seems to be drama or issue going around... why can’t we just all enjoy reading x reader fics in peace #if its not hate anons or discourse it’s plagiarism. it’s tiring #this is one of the reasons why i moved fandoms after my jjk works. because i used to love it sm but i just felt stressed out #and imagine my shock when i saw my friend got plagiarized bcos no way you guys are doing this to someone who worked hard on a fic for YEARS #imagine my double shock when i see that writer’s page and see a similar work to mine too like 😭 c’mon guys. you guys have big brains.#you can write something juicy and awesome without ripping it off from others #and please do not send hate to this creator at all! that is not the intention of this post. i will also not be dropping any names.#now i’m aware i take inspos from other media too - i say it often that my fics take inspo from k-dramas or songs #but i take inspirations only. i do not copy the entire thing and then tweak one minor detail to make it ‘a little different’

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rokuginsblog · 10 months ago

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my favs

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bts

masterlist!

yandererich! maknae line

jung hoseok

my prisoner l faeking!hoseok

park jimin

my light l mermaid!jimin

kim taehyung

crazy for you | kth

bicker (s)

enemy (s)

tunnel vision

maybe i do

no kisses (s)

if its not you

jeon jungkook

after last night

the lucky one

jujutsu kaisen

masterlist!

sukuna

tattooartist!sukuna

bully!sukuna

clubbouncer!sukuna

pregnant with bully!sukuna

sukuna falling in love

the tyrant (ii)

ex-convict!sukuna

yandere!sukuna

jock!sukuna

gojo

lovesick!gojo

bully!gojo&geto

pregnant with bully!gojo&geto

baby trapping vol.2

trustfundbaby!gojo

postbreakup!gojo

finals week with gojo

gojo x cam!yn

college!gojo

ex-husband gojo

geto

baby trapping vol.2

bully!gojo&geto

pregnant with bully!gojo&geto

piercer!suguru

frat-boy!geto

jealous!geto

toji

toji doesn't understand personal space

ex-boyfriend!toji

mma!toji fushiguro x reader

mafia!tojifushiguro

roommate!toji

mr. and mrs. fushiguro, toji fushiguro

collegeboy!toji

yakuza!toji

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debtcollector!toji

unholy (s)

attack on titan

eren

collegeboy!eren

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connie

connie hates your bf

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jean

jean x fem!reader

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rengoku x maid!fem!reader

sanemi

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chuuya

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sanzu

sanzu x reader

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ego season

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eugene

eugene x reader

eugene x you (engaged)

ryuhei

ryuhei x reader

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tojikai · 1 year ago

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ok so in part 2 we got to see more of gojo x reader past “relationship”

i wonder if gojo knows about his mom thoughts about reader (her being a one night stand and nothing more) and why do i have a feeling Naomi wasn’t just lucky to be in the right place and right time…

she’s gojo’s dad assistant AND his mom approved her immediately 🤔🤔 even though Naomi comes from a completely different social circle…

i don’t think Naomi is a saint as gojo think, not saying she’s evil either BUT she might get a little help from the outside (gojo’s mom) to act the way she does. bc how come she goes from acting shy and apologetic when reader found them in the couch, to give reader tips how to be a better parent and allowing yui to call her mom 🤥🤔 make it make sense

like who in the right mind would take a toddler on a trip without both parents permission?? in many countries that could be considered kidnapping even if one parent is with the baby and they dont cross the border! - when i was six i went abroad with my mom and in order for me to travel, my dad had to sign a written permission otherwise i couldn’t exit the country and my parents were married…

gojo pissing me off when he was trying to defend naomi for the mama episode by saying he will propose to her…like that doesn’t change anything reader IS the mother and eventually naomi will be the STEPMOTHER she would still have NO say in how Yui will be educated bc she has/will have NO legal rights. she can give her opinion/suggestions to gojo BUT NEVER to reader.

Gojo has to open his eyes bc if he’s truly happy with Naomi - i don’t really think so - good for him but he has to stop making reader’s feel like shit just bc his gf goes crying to him when reader doesn’t share the same opinion as her. i also noticed as soon as gojo doesn’t share the same opinion about something, naomi becomes sad and gojo tries to either reassure her or slightly changes his own opinion 🤥🤔👁️ my mom would call that manipulation 👁️

Honestly speaking Naomi is the easy route, what were the chances they got together if reader never got pregnant? bet gojo would still be having one night stands and wouldn’t spare naomi a glance.

The reason why gojo x reader didn’t work was because they were two strangers having a kid and didn’t communicate with each other. gojo was the first to give up even tho he promised reader to give it a try. bc how come soon after he got with naomi and she was oh so perfect 🥴 how can you possibly compare the two relationships when one has a kid involved…

so the mysterious man could be sukuna (bc of the tattoos).

it’s been weeks since the last argument, reader was clearly suffering (her mom’s words to gojo)…

that’s why i don’t think in that specific moment (a stranger man opening - shirtless- readers door to gojo) the man could be a possible love interest, maybe more like a friend bc she was still in love with gojo and a few weeks can’t possibly erase her feelings for him and make her move on easily, some people can do it tho (i.e gojo with his new gf 🙄)

also from the last sentence why do i have a feeling gojo has already met this “stranger” before?

the scratches in the stranger’s back scream sex but the bruises on his face? it’s a bit sus

last but not least contrary to popular opinion i still wish for gojo to be endgame, for that to happen he really has to have a gigantic redemption arc for all tje pain he caused to reader, specially when he said he wished they never met and had yui together, thanks good yui is still a toddler and was sleeping otherwise 💔 rip gojo’s relationship with his daughter

cant wait for more

this a great take, nonnie !! i like how you analyzed the few words of yn's mom and deducted abt yn's conditions, bc she really wasn't in a great condition during those weeks. she even had to steer clear of satoru as much as possible, bc seeing him hurts her. although, I can't say which of these is true or not, i can definitely see where you're coming from ~ thank u so much for this, and im happy that you're enjoying the fic <33

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

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certainduckanchor · 1 year ago

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BABY FEVER part 2

pairings: gojo x reader

genre : semi angst to fluff

Hi, everyone so i decided that I will not change the title since it's just a continuation anyway. I know it doesn't make sense just don't mind it (title).

" Shoko! Shoko!"

Gojo Satoru panickes as he was shouting through the hallway. His voice can be heard everywhere but he doesn't give a damn. He needs Shoko right now.

" what the hell, Gojo! stop shou-" shoko who looked so annoyed suddenly widened her eyes as she saw you. Your unconscious in Gojo hands and there's a blood dripping on the floor.

" Shoko! I need your help!"

This is the first time she sees Gojo looked in panicked state.

" put her on the bed, now!" Shoko immediately looks at you. You look so pale, which is not good.

" I need you to get out!"

" what?! I cant!"

" just get out! I call you when I'm done!" she didn't even bother to looked at Gojo. But she heards the door closed.

Shoko cursed herself. She specifically told you that don't stress yourself much but you didn't listen to her and now you're here infront of her unconscious.

" damn it yn." she whispered as she started to use her technique.

Shoko promise that after this she'll scold you for not listening to her.

On the other side of the room, Gojo was silently watching through the glass as shoko was busy treating you. He's mind was full of many questions. But one thing he knows for sure, is that you're pregnant.

But why would you keep it from him? Gojo thought to himself. He's your husband, your safe space. But why you didn't tell him not until this point? it hurts him.

Gojo suddenly remembered your conversation 2 months ago. He also notice that your behavior change, you seem quite and emotional. He wanted to talk it to you but you always reject him, telling him that you're okay. He knows something is going on in your mind that time, but he didn't forced you to talk to him.

" w-we never talked this before. But have you ever thought of having a b-baby?"

" a baby?" he frowned. you nervously nod at him. " not really, i mean we're busy as a sorcerer so i never really think of that. why? " he asked you.

He suddenly remembered your question 2 months ago. Is that the reason why you never told him? Because you're afraid that he don't want to be a dad.?

Gojo cursed himself. He regrets for answering you that. Now you thinks, he don't a baby with you. Were your scared of him? Thinking he will reject you?

The door opened and Gojo immediately stand straight. Shoko looks so serious. He started to panicked again.

" Shoko... is she okay? The baby? Is the baby okay? " he was worried and scared at the same time. If something bad happened to you and the baby he will not forgive himself.

Shoko took a deep breathe.

" She's fine, the baby is fine. They're both strong. She needs rest because she looks so stress and tired. She needs to take a break." Shoko answered softly.

Thank god, Gojo silently prayed. He knows your strong.

" h-how long is she?" Gojo asked.

" 2 months Gojo."

2 months. You're pregnant for two months already. All this time, you're keeping it from yourself just because you thought he don't want a baby. He hurts you. He clenched his fist.

Gojo entered the room. He stared at your face, your peacefully sleeping. He was so busy being a sorcerer and a clan leader but he didn't even notice that his wife is hurting because of him.

He sit at your side, stroking your face gently. Your beautiful face looks so tired and stress. He cannot forget you face earlier, you were shouting and crying. Panicked and worry is all over your face. Were you scared because you thought he will reject you or leave you?

Gojo touched your belly. He can feel it, the baby. Our child.

" im sorry baby for putting your mommy in so much stress." gojo whispered to your belly. he regrets what he have done. If only he knows, if only he notices that time. He's sure that none of this happens.

" S-satoru...."

Gojo immediately sit properly as he heards you. You're finally awake.

" hey hon.." he said softly.

What happened? You tried to remember. A while ago, you were in your shared apartment and there's blood in my- the baby!

You immediately sit as you finally remembered.

" Satoru the baby! How's my baby? Is he okay?!" you're crying. Satoru tried to calm you down. Your whole body is shaking.

" calm dow--"

" no! Please tell me the baby is okay! Please!" your almost begging, the thought of losing your baby drives you crazy.

" the baby is safe..." he whispered as he hugged you.

You sighed a relief. Thank god, you silently prayed.

" I-i'm sorry... it was my fault.. Shoko tried to help me but I didn't listen.. I'm sorry.. i almost lose the b-baby." you cried in his arms.

Gojo feels like something is stabbing in his heart. Why are you keeping it all from yourself? He don't want to see you cried because of him.

" shhh. it's not your fault okay?" he tried to confort you. wiping your tears away. why are you crying infront of him? it's not your fault. he promise not to make you cry. Gojo thought to himself.

After you have calmed down. You finally look at him. He gives you a bottle of water.

" why you didn't tell me? " Satoru asked you in a sad voice. He was holding your hands trying not to let you go.

" i was s-scared... scared that you'll leave me or mad at me.. we never talked about having a baby before so I thought you don't like it. W-when i ask you that night, you said, y-you said you never think of it because we're sorcerers." you looked down, letting your tears fall down.

Gojo close his eyes. He was right.. He can't believe that it affects your health.

Gojo touched your chin gently.

" look at me please." he said softly wiping your tears.

You look at him. And you saw emotions that you've never seen before.

" I'm sorry for that night.. i didn't mean what i said.. I love the baby, okay? i want this too. We made this, we're on this together okay?. So please don't cry anymore. " you nod. He hugged you so tight whispering you something.

You hugged him back. Finally the heavy emotions you've been carrying for the past 2 months suddenly go away. Heartwarming.

" I'm home!!" you happily said. It's been three years already and so many wonderful memories happened.

" mommy!" your son runs towards you hugging you tight.

" my baby, mommy missed you so much." you giggled kissing him everywhere. You were assigned to a 2 days mission at kyoto. And now that you're back, hoping the house is not mess.

" how about me?" Satoru pout. Looking at you kissing your son.

" of course i miss you too, my big baby." you hugged him and kissed him on the lips.

You carry you son. Time flies so fast, you can't believe his big already.

" okay so can you tell me what did you do together?" you asked him.

" daddy cheat on me..." you son pout. You look at Gojo who's scratching his neck. Giving him the look 'what did you do this time'

" hmmm? why?"

" he said if i win he will give me sweets. but he didn't."

" is that so? What did you play then?" you put him in the couch. Gojo sit beside you.

" we played a lot like alot. We went to park, swimming, ice skating, and daddy let me fly!" your son looks happy. Fly? You look at Gojo again.

Gojo paled. You specifically told him not to let you son fly with him. Your afraid he might fall even though Gojo assures you, he's not.

" Satoru..." you give him a warning tone.

" I'm sorry hon, hehehe." you rolled your eyes.

" are you angry mommy?" your son asked you. He looked at you with sad eyes.

" no, of course not. Mommy is not angry okay? I'm just afraid you'll fall. " you pinch his nose. What a cute baby. You can't believe he grow up so fast and he's the carbon copy of his father. White hair, blue eyes, everything about him is Gojo Satoru's features. Damn that genes.

" I'm not going to fall because daddy is strong!" he proudly said. You stared at Gojo hoping your son will not inherit his personality.

Gojo look at you with a smug face. You just rolled your eyes. He's grinning like an idiot. Guess, you'll smack him later.

" come here kid, why don't you go to your room and give mommy your gift." Satoru whispered. Okay what gift? Your son giggled as he run towards his room.

" gift? " you asked Satoru. He just hummed and hugged you so tight.. God. He missed you so much.

" you'll see." he smiled at you. your son comes back holding a card. You can see his excitement as he hold a card.

" mommy this is for you. Daddy and I made this."

" thank you baby. Okay let's see." you happily open the card.

And there you saw it, there are family drawing, full of shapes, it was colorful and with names. Satoru, you, your son, and another person?

" this is daddy, mommy, me and my sister." your son happy said. Sister?

You look at Satoru again, for sure he's the culprit, giving your son the idea to have a sibling. He look at you innocently, grinning like an idiot.

" sister? " you asked your son. He just nod happily.

" yes my sister! I want baby sister!"

You rolled your eyes to Satoru. Geez, this man.

" did you like it?" Satoru whispered to your ears. Giving you goosebumps. The idea of getting you pregnant again made Satoru drives him crazy.

" next time I'll ask nanami to babysit our son." you told him. He pout. He's really a menace.

" You just love me and be ready cause I'll rock your world tonight. " he winked at you.

Guess baby number 2 is on the way.

No proofreading.

#jujutsu kaisen #anime and manga #jjk x reader #gojo x wife #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff

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tojisun · 3 years ago

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loved how the story ended. but like imagine the pain the megumi or toji goes through when they see reader pregnant or with a kid. like i imagine them jealous at first but than realized that she’s happy. she has her own family now and they have their family. so it’s like prefect.

thank you for writing something so real and cute especially gojo falling in love with reader. 🙏🏽🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! [x]

and yeah, they would be!! here’s a drabble of toji seeing yn and gojo with their kid, and here’s a shorter drabble of megumi being the one to see them. they’re not fully like your imagine, but they are similar!

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￫ toji’s jealousy is like silent stream filling up a room: it washes over him slowly, not posing a problem, until it rises past the knees and it is no longer inescapable.

￫ when he saw you with satoru and your baby, he yearns for what could’ve been, imagining life with you.

￫ when toji has bled himself dry and the vivid images wane until he is back into reality, he will seek for his wife’s hand. when his heart is flying away, only she will ground him back.

￫ years will pass before he sees you again. the babe is now a stumbling six year old kid, fingers clutching on your own. you are older now, but domesticity looks good on you.

￫ you see him too and smile at him. you and your child walk to where he stands, exchanging greetings with each other before you introduce your child.

￫ when he extends his aged hand and clasps it at the child’s softer palms does toji realize that he’s fully, and finally, moved on.

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(this is different from the megumi drabble)

￫ megumi grew up thinking about you on and off; sometimes he feels guilty for being happier at his mother’s presence than yours, and sometimes he misses you like a crippled bird would miss the air—steadily and angrily and heartbreakingly.

￫ when he sees you with your child, anger grips at his heart. he kept thinking about you as he grew up, sometimes miserable at your absence, and yet here you are, happy and well.

￫ he runs home, pushing his legs to burn if only to feel their pain more than the crushing of his heart.

￫ it takes him weeks to realize how childish he’s been. of course you’d move on—you deserve that, even.

￫ he doesn’t see you anymore after that incident, but he whispers his apology into the wind along with prayers for you and your child’s happiness.

￫ when megumi is entering high school, he meets you and your child again. you have aged and your child has grown taller than yourself, their white hair as bright as satoru’s, megumi’s mentor.

￫ he will tell you he missed you, and that he’s happy that you are well. he will feel incredibly warm at the way you hugged him as though he is your own blood.

￫ he greets the teen and smiles at the way they resemble you more than their father.

￫ thank god for that because satoru, in megumi’s eyes, is insufferable.

#how we break #anon #ask #thank you so so much for liking the series!!#megumi and toji really do be dad and sons w the way they feel the lost of yn in their lives hhh #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #fushiguro toji x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #long post #suns.rq

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merlinssassybeard · 3 years ago

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Tags- established relationship angst fluff abortion blah blah

Random 3

Gojo x married reader

Ch 4 too close too far

You are special grade sorcerer turned salary person

You're 28,

You like kids. You truly do. But now..... now is not the right time, neither its with the right person. Yes that's right, the almighty gojo satoru is not the right person to have a kid with. Its not like he's a badman, or will be bad dad but its just not the right time. He and you are still young. You both have still so many things to learn and take care of, you have your work and he's got his students, his clan, the missions to look after, well now then, we all know how busy he is so no explanation needed there. Besides, he's too in deep with the higherups. And anyways, you have been getting hibijibis recently, the bad kinda hibijibis.

This is the excuse you gave yourself standing infront of an abortion clinic. With your handbag in one hand and your phone in the other. Your fingers were itching to call the father of the lil pumpkin in you. But you didn't. Yes, you never told satoru. Besides he's in Africa to meet one of his students, yuta, for some important stuff.

It had been 3 months since you last had done it with gojo before he got busy with his errands here and there and then a week ago before he left for Africa.

You palms were sweaty, very sweaty till the attendant nurse called you "Mrs yn gojo!". Well shit shitt, its time you thought.

The doctor was a nice lady in her 50s. As you changed and laid down, she noticed your nervousness " don't worry mrs gojo, it won't hurt" she said with a sweet warm smile and small press on your hands to assure you, the very thing you needed at a moment like this.

"So, you have talked to the father i presume?" She asked, indirectly giving you time to rethink, a chance to chicken out.

"No." You replied with visible sadness.

"Does he not want one?" Still, again, she's giving you a chance to back out

"I don't know. I don't want him to know. I don't want to trouble him. He's already got way too much on his plate." You murmured to yourself as you clutched onto the cloth you changed into.

"Are you sure yn? You know what you're doing right? You look like you want to keep it, that's why I'm asking you. Are you su—"

"Yes, i am ready. Please proceed. I don't wish to have any kids." You said, with a little confidence reflecting in your voice "It'd be too dangerous for the kid anyway" you concluded.

"Alright then! We'll proceed" she finalised and patted your head "it will be alright, don't worry, the surgical method is very reliable " she assured as she left to prepare.

Yes, you chose the surgical method since its reliable than the pills for a person who is 2 and a half months pregnant.

You drove home. Numb. You have never felt this numb and alone in your whole life.

What have i done you thought as you scratched your head opening the door of your apartment and went to your bedroom, ignoring everything, and just fell on the bed.

"What the fuck have i done!!!" You screamed to the top of your lungs, enough for people on groundfloor to hear.

"What have you done?" You stood up in shock as you heard.......

"Sa...sat...satoru?"

"What have you done? Is everything okay?" He asked you as he neared you.

"Why are you here? Weren't you suppo-"

"Well the work's finished and i will be busy tomorrow, so i thought to see how you're doing." " Its the exchange event tomorrow! !" He said with a childish smile and peace sign.

Ah, only if you could be as happy as him.

"Well, I'm fine. " you said with a sigh clearly exhausted.

"Well you look....constipated. are you seriously good?" He asked with a slight worry in his tone

"Yeah. Just stomache. Ate too much junk food. Don't worry." You said as you fell on the bed face down again, too tired.

"You should freshen up I'll make you something and then you can doze off" he said as he patted your head.

"Mmmmmm, i don't have the strength to talk. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll talk. Need sleep." You said

"Yo you remember you promised me you'd come at the exchange event?"

"What?!" You mumbled as you remembered promising him that you'd go at the event. "Well fuck "

"Its okay. You don't have to come. You should rest." He said as he leaned down to kiss your head.

He twitched. Something didn't feel right, he sensed and it clearly doesn't feel like constipation. Were you hiding something?

"Hey, are you sure you're not.... hiding something? " he asked with a doubt and worry in his voice.

"Why do you ask?" You lifted your head as you looked at his black sweatshirt and then his celestial eyes.

"Ah nevermind darling!!" He said smiling "just rest, if you need anything I'm here" he said placing a kiss on your forehead.

You didn't reply. He left the room as he turned off the lights and blew a kiss at the door frame.

Who the hell in this world will believe that you just had an abortion few hours ago? Guess You're really good at hiding stuff.

Just few minutes after he left you felt a stinging pain in lower abdomen. Without wasting a single second you front flipped to the bathroom to the sink and puked the fuck out of your guts. You heard the door bang open, it was satoru. He came running and was shocked at first but he then held your hair back as you emptied your guts.

"Would you mind telling me now what is going on?" He asked as you entered the room after rinsing your mouth and washing your face. "And i can tell its definitely not your 'junk food'."

"I will go tomorrow." you said as you took a breath and slowly changing to your pyjamas.

"And you think I'll let you go?" He asked lowering his sunglasses. "Look sugar, i know I'm not really your traditional huaband ok! I get it! Still you have to tell me what's wrong! " concern reflecting in his voice.

You looked at him and thought of what the doctor said, "you'll be fine don't worry. Take these medicines in time as mentioned. You'll feel like puking and nauseated and there'll be bleeding very often for about.....say 3 days maximum. So don't worry. Make a visit again in a month for a checkup."

"Toruuu trust me will ya! I'm all fine. I really want to go tomorrow and see the kids play. Would it hurt you to let me go?!" You said as you sat down on the bed next to him, looking much better now than before.

'Something smells south' his senses told him. You took his sunglasses off as he was about to speak and pecked his nose and cheeks.

"What a cutie pie you are, my satoru" you said looking straight into his eyes.

You both dozed off. You slept on his arms wrapped but later you got away from him turned your back to him because you felt kind of weird. You felt as if though a part of your heart was cut off of you. Your motherly instincts were getting the best of you by cursing you for killing your own child. 'I want a kid but now is not the time!' You told yourself as tears rolled down your cheeks. You turned to look at a sleeping gojo. His hair white as snow, his skin as soft as feather and with the moon shining on him, his features looked as if though he is the reincarnation of the moon god.

You couldn't believe what you've done. You took away a chance at a new life. A different life. A life of responsibility. A life of happiness. A life of new beginnings, no matter the cost...

how did the baby came? Well...find out here👇

Bleh bleh lol. I'm a sucker for angst, pain, self depreciation and fluff and mainly smut.

I hope you all like it. And yes, i will write a chapter 2 because as i said I'm a sucker for angst and toxicity and everything bad🥲😘😉

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