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[iluvies]

IT’S ONLY A LITTLE CRUSH!

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, sukuna, choso, yuta, higuruma

summary: he could name all of the moments you’d caused his cheeks to turn pink just from the way you’d smile at him. . . or was it because you’d catch his eyes lingering on you a little too long? whatever it is, they are completely smitten with you! scenarios with the jjk boys who are completely enamored and obsessed with you.

warnings: gn!reader, fluff, suggestive content in toji n sukuna’s, reader is called pretty a lot, sukuna calls reader brat

GOJO SATORU

୨୧ . his eyes followed your movement, locked on the way you smiled and laughed at his jokes. although satoru soon frowned slightly when your hands came up to try and cover your face. “why are you hiding your face?” he’d asked, reaching over to gently tug your hands away much to your displeasure, “you look cute when you laugh.” satoru was almost offended. why would you want to hide your face from him? especially when he was admiring the strands of hair that’d fall in front of your eyes with each warm smile and giggle. “i love that flustered smile of yours.” if only you could see the way he was internally kicking his feet.

୨୧ . “satoru, you’re spilling water everywhere.” your voice interrupted his thoughts as he looked down at the spilled water all over the table. his face turned a deep red color and he smiled sheepishly at you, mustering what was left of his confidence to make a joke—which really wasn’t a joke—to hide the fact he was embarrassed, “i must’ve gotten lost in your eyes.”

୨୧ . both satoru and an exhausted looking nanami sat together on a small bench by nanami’s workplace. unfortunately, the tired man had gotten caught up in satoru’s rambling about you; how perfect you are, how he couldn’t possibly be in love with someone so utterly perfect, and how he just wanted to kiss your pretty lips until you needed to breathe. “just tell them how you feel.” nanami said, taking a bite of the small bread in his hands. “i can’t. i’ll embarrass myself again. . .” satoru sighed, causing nanami to shake his head a little. unbeknownst to satoru, you had been rambling to nanami about your growing affection for him as well.

GETO SUGURU

୨୧ . you had sought company from suguru while crying your eyes out after a rough day. he let you inside and wrapped his arms around you, letting his hands fall to your hips and trace lazy circles with his fingers. “it’s okay, you’re okay.” suguru murmured, soaking in the warmth of your soft skin. “i’m sorry, suguru…” you whispered quietly, gripping the back of his shirt. he squeezed your hips gently when he heard the sound of your voice. why would you apologize for needing comfort? he would gladly comfort you if it meant holding you in arms each and every time.

୨୧ . suguru draped the blanket over your body, watching as your chest rose and fell with every breath. in his eyes, you looked peaceful, beautiful even. “i don’t want to be alone tonight.” you murmured, peeking your eyes open to find his. he offered a smile and tenderly tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “you won’t be. i’ll be here for as long as you need,” suguru promised, his thumb rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to reassure you, “don’t worry that sweet head of yours, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

୨୧ . the nights were peaceful when the two of you walked alone together. lingering glances at each other and the soft “sorry”s that’d leave his mouth when he’d accidentally brushed his hand against yours. “you look really pretty, y’know that?” suguru said, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, “so pretty.” with a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned your head away shyly. feeling him press a hand to your lower back, you peeked at him. “suguru. . .” you managed to breath out, before you noticed the sly smirk beginning to present itself on his face. oh, he knew what he was doing.

NANAMI KENTO

୨୧ . he stood in front of your door holding a small box of custard-filled hot cakes, eyes drifting to his watch with each passing second. he texted you ten—no, twenty minutes ago letting you know that he would be coming over. he was sure you got his message. before he could check his phone, you open the door with an apologetic grin. “sorry for keeping you waiting, kento. i was doing some touch-ups to make sure i looked—“ “you always look good.” you blink a few times in confusion. “huh?” nanami went stiff, a subtle blush on his cheeks. he had assumed you were going to say “good”, but judging from the look on your face he had been mistaken. this thought was immediately lost when you laughed, and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “you always look good too.”

୨୧ . nanami’s coat hung loosely on your shoulders, his cologne immediately filling your senses. “you’ll catch a cold.” he said firmly, leaving no room for arguments. you hadn’t expected it to be so cold that night, leaving you in clothing that didn’t protect you from the freezing breeze. fortunately for you, you were walking with a gentleman. “thank you, nanami.” you offered him a kind smile, in which caused him to turn his head to the side, hiding the flustered expression on his face. “i just don’t want you complaining about being sick tomorrow.”

୨୧ . “stay still for me, sweetheart.” his calloused hand wrapped around your ankle, gently yet firmly pulling it closer to him as his fingers found the laces on your shoes. his eyebrows were furrowed whilst he tied your shoelaces, completely focused on making sure they were tied properly. “it’s not too tight?” nanami asked, glancing up at you. you shook your head, cheeks burning red. seeing how you reacted so shyly, he chuckled lightly and patted your knee before standing up. the things this man would do for you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

୨୧ . the both of you had an argument yesterday, resulting in you pettily giving toji the silent treatment. what you didn’t expect was to see the man at your door holding a bouquet of flowers. watching you stand there awkwardly, he rolled his eyes and held out the flowers, smiling sarcastically at you, “i didn’t buy these flowers for myself, sweetheart.” hesitantly grabbing the bouquet, you let out a sneeze. “i’m allergic to flowers.” “just take them.” you pouted slightly and feigned an exasperated expression, “i don’t know if i can forgive you. . .” your voice trailed, causing him to sigh and glance away, resting his arm against the door frame. “i’m sorry.” toji grunted with an annoyed look to his face. if only you knew how hard his heart was thumping in his chest.

୨୧ . toji stood behind you as you prepared some ingredients for your dinner date, his hands resting on the counter on either side of you and his chest pressed up against your back. you could feel his hot, shaky breath on your neck, lips dangerously close to pressing wet kisses to it. he was impatient and so desperate to feel you—your bare skin—touching his. “are you almost done?” his voice was low and gravelly. “almost.” you answered breathlessly, heat beginning to coil in your stomach and bit lower. “that’s good enough for me,” toji’s hands grabbed your hips, turning you around and sitting you on the counter, “i’ll be nice and take my time tonight.” a lie of course.

୨୧ . “what are you doing?” you let out a small yelp, practically jumping out of your skin. “toji! don’t sneak up on me like that! make some noise at least.” you had been so caught up in trying to scare him you hadn’t noticed him walk up from behind you. “hypocritical, much?” he muttered with a small smirk, raising his eyebrows at you as he stared at you knowingly. as you came up with different excuses, his eyes watched your lips and how they would move with each word spilling out of your mouth. your lips would feel so soft against his, your hands would push and pull at his hair whilst his kisses linger on your— toji knew he was long gone.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

୨୧ . you and megumi were sitting in a small restaurant awkwardly waiting for yuji and nobara to show up. “did you want to get some drinks?” you asked quietly, fidgeting with your fingers as you barely glanced up at him. his cheeks had a faint blush that increased gradually, his eyes shifting to your face before quickly looking elsewhere. “we should.” megumi mumbled, reaching for the menu on the table, accidentally brushing his hand against yours as you had gone to reach for it too. “sorry.” he retracted his hand almost immediately, his face burning in embarrassment. “it’s fine.” you reassured, giving him a small smile, albeit nervously. your knee bumped into his, but instead of pulling away like he did when your hands touched, he stayed still. “maybe we could share a milkshake? to save money.” real smooth, megumi.

୨୧ . a small whine fell from your mouth as you failed to knock the last pin down, “i really wanted that panda plushy.” megumi’s eyes narrowed at the pin that stood standing. oh, he was going to win you that panda. you let out a dejected sigh and began walking away slowly, not noticing the boy now determined to stay at the stall until he wins you the panda plushy you wanted. “maybe next time, huh, megumi. . . megumi?” your head turned so that you were looking over your shoulder, just to find him holding four different stuffed toys and most importantly, the panda one.

୨୧ . your hands patted down the snow, trying to make the spherical shape of the snowman’s head. with a confident smile, you took a step back and showed megumi your wonky looking snowman. “how does it look? i put a lot of effort into it.” he blinked a few times, trying to process what he was seeing. “it looks good.” megumi replied rather stiffly. he couldn’t help but melt a little at your expression, a little lie wouldn’t hurt, especially if he got to see you smile because of it. “i knew you’d like it! it looks like you, doesn’t it? all cute and grumpy looking—“ “i do not look cute or grumpy.” “i can see you blushing.” “i’m just cold.”

YUJI ITADORI

୨୧ . “let’s watch that one!” you looked over to where yuji was pointing on his phone, finding the movie he has been talking about nonstop. not to mention, the movie that you’d already watched before. “no.” his jaw dropped, hands flying to grab your shoulders. “please? just this once?” yuji gave you his best puppy eyes before you reluctantly nodded with a sigh. “one more time.” you said, giving him a playfully stern look. he smiled widely and hugged you tightly, swaying you side to side, “so this is like a date then?”

୨୧ . yuji’s hand steered the wheel, eyes glued to the racing game displayed on the screen. “i’ll win for sure!” you both made a bet that the loser had to buy a game for the winner, and he was sure to win. unfortunately though, you surpassed him in the last the second, driving the car across the finish line. “that’s not fair, you distracted me!” by distracted, yuji meant he couldn’t stop looking over at you when he noticed your concentration and focus in winning the bet. it made a light blush dust over his cheeks and his brain to fog up with thoughts of you.

୨୧ . his hand reached over to steal a bit of your food. “i saw that.” he looked away with a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders a little while he quickly brought the food to his mouth. “no you didn’t.” yuji said, feigning innocence. “i’m watching you right now, idiot.” a small chuckle forced its way out of his mouth before he began laughing loudly, causing you to laugh along with him. yuji felt comfortable around you, despite all the times he would become flustered when you’d catch him doing dumb things. he hopes you feel the same too.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

୨୧ . he thought it was cute how you would hesitantly reach for him. sukuna was a large man, undoubtedly towering over everyone that came across him. but you were different. all these little things you would do from your expressions to your actions, it had his cold heart defrosting piece by piece. “why are you looking at me like that, brat?” his voice held clear amusement, eyes basically glaring at you. because of your obvious height difference, he purposely placed things out of your reach, finding enjoyment in you struggling to grab the items you needed. “you need to use your words.” sukuna was going to give you those things either way, he just couldn’t resist making you end for it first. but you’re his favorite human after all, he couldn’t upset you now when he still had so much more waiting for you.

୨୧ . even the king of curses needed breaks, especially with your hands gliding up and down his back with a cloth. “do you think i’m made out of glass?” sukuna grunted, a hint for you to apply more pressure to your scrubbing. his arms rested on either side of the tub, peering down at you through the corner of his eyes while you focused on scrubbing his back. not that you would notice his growing soft spot for you, but his words weren’t as hostile when directed at you. “you make yourself useful. perhaps you can use your hands elsewhere.” he muttered slyly, his lips curling up into a smirk.

୨୧ . “you think i want this pathetic thing?” you had taken the time to make him a bracelet despite the fact that you knew he would dismiss your efforts, you were slightly disappointed and taken aback by his tone. “i just thought. . . i’m sorry.” you bit your lower lip and pulled your hand back before he grabbed your wrist, making sure to stop you from moving away. sukuna didn’t feel bad. at least that’s what he told himself. “i never said i didn’t want the bracelet, brat.” this was out of pity, not because he wanted to see you give him that warm smile of yours or that pretty blush on your cheeks.

CHOSO KAMO

୨୧ . “this feels nice.” your hands combed through his hair gently, thighs on either side of his head. “does it?” you asked. choso hummed and kneaded at your calves absentmindedly, eyes closed while he just enjoyed the feeling of your touch. you were so wonderful, and sweet, and perfect, and everything he’s absolutely wanted in life. if only he could spend all of his time laid back on your couch, head squished between the plush of your thighs, with your hands messaging his scalp. notice how it’s all ‘your’? he can’t picture anyone else in your place. especially that place in his heart he’s reserved solely for you.

୨୧ . this man is no doubt completely lovesick with you. the way you handle yuji with such care and kindness. . . it has his heart aching. “thank you.” choso said, looking over at you. he thought everything about you was absolutely beautiful, from the sweetness in your gestures all the way down to the heartfelt words spilling from your lips. “for?” you asked, looking at him with a tiny chuckle. “looking out for my brother.” his eyes softened at the sound of your laugh and how you shake your head. “you don’t need to thank me for that, choso.” he loved you so much it just wasn’t fair how you weren’t his yet.

୨୧ . although he came off as blunt and emotionally detached to most, the man sobbing in your arms definitely didn’t come off as that. choso’s tears stained the front of your shirt, the one you reassured him not to feel bad for getting wet. “my brothers. . .” he didn’t need to finish that sentence and you understood. you always did. the deep love for his brothers who he had no way of showing it to anymore broke his heart. “deep breaths, everything’s okay. you’re allowed to cry.” your embrace was his favorite, and will always be.

YUTA OKKOTSU

୨୧ . he had his head propped up with his palm as his elbow rests on the desk, his eyes following and admiring your every moment. you were so pretty. . . the strands of hair that fell in front of your eyes while you leaned over the notebook to write notes or do small sketches. yuta was jealous of the others who could openly talk to you. he could barely talk to you without stuttering or turning a bright red, his face immediately turning down towards the ground. just like now. “did you want to hang out after school?” you asked curiously, “we could get some ice-cream?” he nodded, still avoiding your eyes. “as in a-a. . . date? y-yeah, that would be nice. if you don’t mind!” yuta’s heart was racing, hands sweating profusely. he wasn’t dreaming was he? “it’s a date.” please, kiss him now.

୨୧ . the way you stood over him, staring down at his tired form on the ground made his skin blaze. “it’s like you’re letting me win. do you like losing, yuta?” by you? he would gladly let you win. even if he probably didn’t have a chance of winning in the first place. “i-it’s not like that! i just—“ his voice immediately shrunk into nothingness, lips pressing together when he watched you lean down. yuta prepared himself for what you were going to say, the serious expression on your face making his heart sink a little. your lips parted slightly before he tried spluttering an apology, making you giggle at him amusedly. “i was only teasing.” you made him feel so lightheaded.

୨୧ . yuta never thought the day would come when you would fall asleep and rest your head against his shoulder. not that he was hoping it would happen—a lie. you let out the most quiet breaths, lips parted just enough to show a gap where your upper and low lip met. the train wasn’t too crowded at this time, thankfully for the both of you. should he wake you up soon? “i’m sorry, yuta. . .” your voice pulled him out of whatever thoughts he was having about you, “i didn’t mean to fall asleep.” a gentle smile graced his face, his hand hesitantly pushing your head back to his shoulder. “it’s okay, i don’t mind as long as it’s you.”

HIGURUMA HIROMI

୨୧ . a low groan reverberated from his chest, eyes rolling back. “thank you.” he murmured, the tension in his shoulders easing until he felt like putty in your hands. “you’re always so stressed, hiromi,” you sighed, continuing to massage his shoulder blades, “i wish you would take some time just for yourself.” before he could stop himself, the words spilled off his tongue, “why would i need to take some time just for myself when i can spend it with you?”

୨୧ . your perfume was one of the many things he loved to be welcomed with when he stepped into his office. no— it was the only thing he loved to be welcomed with when he stepped into the dull room he called an office. you always smiled at him when he looked in your direction, offered him coffee when he’d let out a yawn, and stole glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. he was utterly infatuated with you. “are you alright?” higuruma’s head turned in your direction. “sorry?” you tilt your head with slightly furrowed eyebrows. “are you feeling okay?” he paused for a moment before replying with a muttered response, “just thinking.” “about?” higuruma swallowed thickly, his gaze finding the files on his desk. how could you expect him to respond when you looked at him like that? “nothing of importance. . . to you.”

୨୧ . this man enjoyed having petty arguments with you, watching you either miss the joke he made or get upset at him for pointing something out. the way your eyebrows would furrow and your lips would form a tiny pout when he would bring up embarrassing moments of you. don’t think he did this to mean, he just loved getting a reaction out of you. “the office wasn’t built for you to slack off.” he said, giving you a sideway glance as a smirk grew on his face. “i’m not slacking off.“ you scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. higuruma simply shrugged and chuckled slightly, “just kidding.”

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[luv-lies]

imagine husband!nanami who can’t say no to you when you say “please?” with the most heart melting, unfathomably precious, pleading look ever.

“only because i love you so much.” he sighed. because he only loved you.

his hand patted the back of your thigh, before gently kneading the skin as you stood between his legs applying the pink clay mask to his face. “you almost done?” he asked, his gaze following your eyes deeply. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was trying to fluster you on purpose. but really, he just adored you so much. how pretty he thought you were, and all his.

nanami truly thought you were the perfect one for him. not once had he ever thought he could meet someone as lovely as you. yet here you are, filling the hole he once had in his heart. you never needed to beg him for anything, he was always the one who begged you to let him take care of you.

“almost done, ken.” you murmured, your tongue subconsciously poking past your lips in concentration. a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his hands moving to hold the plush of your hips. “i love you, sweetheart.”

oh. . . how much he loved the pink tint that grew on your cheeks when the words lovingly roll off his tongue, oozing out like warm honey.

you averted your gaze shyly, a habit nanami both adored and disfavored, until his thumb ran across your bottom lip to coax you into looking at him again. “i love you.” nanami repeated, a faint smile adorning his tired features. you could never get enough of him. just like how he couldn’t get enough of you.

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[iluvies]

ONLY FOR YOU, PRINCESS ft. gojo satoru

summary: it’s valentine’s day! what kind of a boyfriend would he be to let you pay for anything?

warnings — f!reader, pet names (baby, cutie. . . etc.), heart clenching fluff ♡

“don’t worry about it, baby.”

his eyes watched you intently, a wide smile on his face. satoru took you to the mall after he had given you a large bouquet of roses and an unnecessary amount of plushies (and kisses) to make sure you get everything you wanted for valentine’s. he’d told you he would pay for anything you wanted, whether you glanced at a gold necklace, mentioned a pretty pink pen a stationary store was selling, or saw a rosey red lipstick he thought would look good on you. “but ‘toru—“ a hand came up to pinch your cheek, stopping you from talking and causing you to whine instead.

“i said don’t worry about it. this day is all about you.” satoru repeated with a tiny pout, his arm draped over your shoulder whilst he walked beside you proudly. “it isn’t just about me though—“ he captured your lips in a quick kiss to cut you off, pulling away a moment later to see your face a bright shade of red. “let me spoil you, cutie.”

“cutie?” “you heard what i said, cutie.” “stop calling me that.” “i just say it as i see it. . . cutie.”

“you’re impossible, satoru.” he chuckled and squeezed you against him, sending you a playful glare in retaliation. “you love it.”

you sighed and lean your head against him, lacing your fingers together absentmindedly. you felt guilty for the amount of money satoru spends on you, even if he tells you over and over how much he loves to. “i feel bad.” you murmured, letting your thumb gently caress the back of his hand. he practically melted into your touch the second you did that, because only you know how much he loves your warmth. “you shouldn’t. i only want to show you how much i love you.”

“and you’ve already proved it so many times, ‘toru. i love you, so much. you don’t need to use thousands of dollars on me.” you said earnestly, glancing down at your feet as you both walked alongside the other. “but that’s exactly why i want to. because it’s you,” he muttered, looking over to you with a softened gaze.

satoru slowly came to a stop, turning you towards him by your waist. “i would buy you the world if that’s what you wanted.”

you hold his gaze steadily, his shifting between your eyes and your lips before he leaned in slowly as you did so too. his hands moved to hold your warm cheeks, grinning slightly when your own were placed over his. you closed your eyes, preparing for his lips to touch yours except. . . it never came.

“satoru?”

your eyes peeked open curiously, trying to see what he was doing. instead of finding him looking at you—or in this case—leaning in to kiss you, you find him eyeing a dress. you knew that look all too well. “‘toru, don’t. you’ve already spent a lot today.” you warned, before feeling his hand slip back into yours, dragging you towards the clothing store much to your displeasure.

“y’know i can’t help it, baby.” satoru said with a large grin, leading you into the store. “you’ll look beautiful in that dress,” his hand wandered down to your lower back, “stunning even.” he looked back at you, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles sweetly.

“happy valentine’s day.” “that’s the fifth time you’ve said it today.”

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[iluvies]

i love the red hair ties!

pairings: choso x reader

summary: you beg your boyfriend to let you tie his hair like the small ninja you’ve deemed looks like him.

“choso, please?” you whined for the umpteenth time, head resting against his broad shoulders as his fingers danced across your thighs. his expression remained stoic, gaze focused on your phone situated in his large hands.

“no.” choso replied nonchalantly, his eyebrows furrowing a little as his eyes found yours.

for the past half an hour, you’d been pestering him about a ninja (one that you apparently thought looked like him) and would not stop asking him if you could tie his hair up. . . with two ‘attract attention’ red hair ties. choso was baffled, not that you could tell by his unchanging expression, but definitely by the way his eyes hadn’t looked away from the phone screen.

he picked up your phone and showed it to you with a raised eyebrow, “this ninja does not look like me.”

“garu.” you’d corrected, lifting your head from his shoulder to shuffle yourself onto his lap. choso welcomed your warmth almost immediately, placing both his hands on your hips instinctively, “. . . and yes, he does.”

“please just. . . please let me do this?” you whispered softly, looking up at him with those eyes he loved staring into. a sigh fell from his lips, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed as he rubbed circles into your hips using his thumbs.

“if i say yes, will you be happy?” choso asked.

you smiled and pressed an innocent kiss to his jaw, “very.”

a grunt came from his throat as he nudged his head closer to you, allowing you to tie his hair up however you wanted. he always ended up saying yes to you, whether or not he said it verbally. his resolve always dissolved into nothing when it came to you. he loved you, too much for his own good. could loving someone as much as he loved you be bad? not that he cared if it was.

your fingers brushed through his hair gently before separating the strands to tie up one side of his hair with the hair tie that you had around your wrist, soon following with the other side.

“how cute!” you bubbled, leaning back to see what you had done.

he raised his eyebrows, blinking a few times as if you had gone mad, “i look the same with my usual hair ties?”

choso always had his hair tied up in two short ponytails, so how could you possibly think he looked cute with red hair ties instead of his plain black ones?

“you look cuter with the red ones.” you said with a lopsided grin, kissing his face (which is undoubtedly turning red) all over.

he let out a quiet sigh and his expression softened, melting into your warm loving touches. the way your hands felt against his skin made his heart beat alarmingly fast, not to mention the way desire burns in his stomach at the thought of waking up to you day after day.

you held your phone up beside choso’s face, soft giggles escaping your lips before tapping on your camera app and moving it in front of him. he blinked a few times, this time out of realisation.

“i guess i do look. . . a little bit like him.”

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[iluvies]

she’s too cute to say no to

pairings: satoru x fem!reader

summary: you find your daughter and husband having a tea party in the middle of the night.

you opened your eyes groggily, reaching over to pat satoru’s side of the bed just to feel nothing. with a groan, you sit up and look around the dark room. where is he? the distant sound of your daughter’s giggles mixed with your husbands shushing seemed to answer your question.

tiredly getting out of the comfort of you and satoru’s bed, your feet make no sound against the floor as you follow the ‘not so’ quiet sounds of your daughter and husband. the light shines through the hallway, causing you to squint your eyes. making your way to your daughters door, you go to speak but no words come out as your lips part.

satoru was sat on one of your daughters small chairs at an equally small table, stuffed toys on the other chairs, and tea cups in front of them. his hair had been tied up with a sparkly hair tie and he had cat stickers all over his face, most likely done by your sweet girl, who was pouring the fake tea.

“what are you two doing awake? she has school in the morning.” you said, trying to stay stern, but it’s really difficult when they both look at you so innocently. “she had a nightmare. . .” satoru mumbled, leaning over and ruffling your daughters hair. you raised your eyebrows slightly in question, waiting for a longer explanation.

“she had a nightmare. . . and then she asked if we could have a tea party to help her sleep.”

your eyebrows raise a little further in amusement, “interesting.”

“do you want to have a tea party with us, mommy?” your daughter asked, her eyelashes fluttering as she showed you her plastic tea kettle. a soft smile graces your face before you walked over and sat down on one of the chairs, you could never say no to her, and neither could your husband.

“mommy, you’re sitting on mrs. bear!”

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[iluvies]

don’t you like placing the star on the tree?

pairings: satoru x reader

summary: if your clingy boyfriend asks you if you could both put the christmas tree up, nothing could go wrong, right?

christmas is finally a few weeks away. . . after a month of listening to satoru’s complaints.

“can we put the christmas tree up now?” he asked, pinching and poking your cheeks to get your attention.

satoru’s been overexcited the past few days, saying something along the lines of ‘i can feel the christmas spirit!’ which you’d roll your eyes (ignoring the part where you’d been singing christmas songs with him since october) at. lately, all he’s talking about are the matching pyjamas you’ll both be wearing, making gingerbread houses, baking cookies for santa—cookies that he said he’ll eat just in case they’re inedible, and putting the christmas tree up.

“in a moment,” you murmured, tongue poking past your lips slightly as you scroll through the various christmas songs in your playlist, “i’m just choosing a christmas song to play.”

a large grin tugs at his lips, opening his mouth as if to say something before you cut him off.

“no, i’m not playing ‘be my baby’. you played it several times last month. besides, it’s not even a christmas song.”

satoru’s smile fell into a pout, moving to drape himself over your shoulders like a cat in need of attention. “but. . . why not?” he asked defeatedly, resting his weight against you. did he not hear a single word you just said? a small laugh falls from your lips, planting a sweet kiss to his pouty lips in an attempt to stop his small tantrum. his eyes lit up as he chuckled lowly, leaning in for another kiss.

“i’ll play put the playlist on shuffle, okay?” you murmured softly against his lips, “then we can put the christmas tree up and decorate it.”

satoru nods, happily placing a wet kiss to your neck before walking off down the hall to find it. after you pressed shuffle on the christmas playlist that satoru somehow convinced you, you needed, there were a series of frustrated groans coming from down the hallway.

“if i just do this, nope— baby!” the voice called, followed by a loud thump and a small whine.

your eyebrows furrow. it’s barely been three minutes and satoru’s already gone and probably knocked something over. . . or so you thought. you quickly make your way over to the hallway just to find satoru on the ground wrapped in christmas lights with a box of ornaments beside him, his face flat against the floor while grumbling a few curses. a smile tugs at your lips as you crouch down and brush some hair out of his face.

“satoru, the lights are supposed to go on the tree, not you.” you said, an amused look on your face. satoru manages to lift his head, enough to catch a glimpse of your face. “i know that.” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

you feign a sympathetic expression, “doesn’t look like it, toru. we haven’t even put the christmas tree up yet.”

he pouted and tried sitting up, giving you a pleading look that said ‘please help me’. laughing under your breath, you began untangling some of the christmas lights that were tightly wrapped around his legs. “do i even want to ask what happened this time?” you asked, glancing up at him. “you’ll make fun of me for it. . .” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder while you tugged some of the lights off from around him.

“probably.”

“you’re so mean!” satoru whined as you helped him stand up, his arms and torso still wrapped in christmas lights. “you still love me, don’t you?” you said with a grin, kissing his cheek before bending down to reach for something in the ornament box. “of course i do— what are you doing, baby?” he asked with a faint smile, watching as you grabbed the star tree topper and held it on top of his head.

“guess you’ll be my christmas tree this year, toru.” you chuckled, leaning forward and kissing his lips. “guess i will be.” satoru laughed, returning the kiss.

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[iluvies]

I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY ft. suguru geto

summary: it wasn’t only hard on him, it was hard on you too. the distance between you and the longing touches. wanting nothing but peace on his mind, you try to shoo away all of the thoughts drowning him with unease and hopelessness.

warnings — angst, fluff?, suggestive content, mentions of sex

“suguru?” you had repeated for the umpteenth time, your hand faintly grazing his shoulder. his eyes flutter a little, slowly drifting towards yours. “yes, baby?” suguru finally answered absentmindedly, brushing some hair away from your face. these past few weeks were lonely, even as he sat beside you now. his insecurities and weariness was evident in the way he’d gaze at nothing in particular, not only letting it consume his thoughts, but it had been taking up a lot of his time with you too. you hated the dull expression on his face, even as he’d try and smile reassuringly whilst telling you he’s okay.

you tilted your head slightly to the side, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “what are you thinking about?” the tremble in your voice always made him feel guilty, as did every other time. suguru wanted to spill his heart out to you, kiss your lips to shake off your worries, and hold you in his arms until someone had to pry him off. . . but he couldn’t. his throat would tighten, the feeling of an unforgiving presence squeezing his neck with rough hands, shortening his breath.

“nothing, just lost in your eyes.” he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. ‘how many more excuses would he give you until he ran out?’ you’d think to yourself, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch with a shaky sigh.

oh how pretty you looked, how nice your warm skin felt against his. . . but you deserved better, so much better than someone like him. it was thoughts like this that caused him to spiral. the nasty thoughts that caused him to swallow back any words he wanted to tell you—to reassure you. suguru didn’t want you to worry about him more than you needed to, in fact, he didn’t want you to worry about him at all. he wanted to be the person you could feel at ease with, the person you could lean your head against, the boyfriend you could smile at without a care in the world. he trusts you, so why can’t he tell you what’s racing through his mind?

“i miss you, suguru.” you whispered softly. of course you did. he was always there with you; hands grasping your hips as he grinds his against yours in the comfort of your bed, his thigh pressed against the place you desperately needed him to touch when you two were tangled together on the floor, his lips ghosting over your collarbone while the both of you wait for your food in a restaurant, teeth nibbling on the back of your neck after you two finished chasing your orgasms.

it felt like he was getting further away from you with each stuttered breath of his, “i miss you so much.”

silence engulfed you, bringing forth a certain anxiety to well inside your stomach. your hand finds the front of his shirt, gripping it weakly as you hold your breath. tears wanted to fight their way out of your eyes, to show suguru how much it hurts to be left in the open without anything to think of him and his empty words, but the feeling of his hand pushing you forward and into his chest makes you pause. his face moves towards the crook of your neck, and that’s when you feel it. the sorrow filled droplets of water hitting your skin while quiet sobs fell from his lips.

“i’m sorry.” suguru’s voice breaking as he spoke, his eyelashes fluttering against your neck whilst he tries blinking his tears away. you felt selfish for feeling the way you did. “don’t apologize for something you can’t help. it’s okay, baby. you’re okay.” you consoled, peppering a few delicate kisses to the side of his head.

he shook his head, bringing his hand up to the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. “you deserve someone better than me,” he whispered, “you deserve someone who’ll be there for you.” you wrapped your arms around him, dragging your nails against his back daintily. if you could, you would do anything to make sure he never felt sad again. obviously reality dragged you back down to your feet where you could only do so much to help him.

“i want you, suguru. i only want you.”

his head turned so that his eyes could meet your hopeful ones, the ones he found himself staring into whenever he could. “why?” he’d asked you. you could think of a million answers to that question—it came easy to you—yet to suguru, his mind was blank. why would you want him of all people when there were so many who would devote their entire being to you? “it feels right to want your touch and yours alone. i love the feeling of your skin against mine, the sound of your heartbeat in my ears, and the taste of you on my tongue.” you replied, pressing your forehead to his.

suguru encased your lips into a needy kiss, letting you hold his face between both of your hands as his find the plushiest part of your thighs. “i love you so much, y’know that?” you murmured in between quiet gasps of breaths, his own reciprocation of your words falling off his tongue in a sweet murmur too.

“i need you.” suguru said, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss for a few moments, looking into your eyes with lustful fervor, although the vulnerability you wanted to see wasn’t there. he was still hesitant. hesitant to show you how he truly felt, in fear you found him too much to handle. but you could never let go of him, not when he unknowingly had you wrapped around his finger. “i don’t want to lose you.” he muttered, sucking light marks onto your neck as he watched your expressions attentively.

“you won’t, suguru. i’ll always love you unconditionally.”

(o´ω`o)ﾉ note from luvie: happy birthday, suguru! even though this post wasn’t about opening presents or sharing birthday wishes, i finished this draft i started a month or two ago. it wasn’t supposed to be too angsty, but i needed something to move my heart a little.

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[iluvies]

having a daughter with choso — headcanons

summary: cute headcanons with choso and his daughter

༘⋆ he loves tying her hair up into two ponytails (just like him)

༘⋆ hums a small song to help her sleep when she’s restless

༘⋆ the both of them bringing you a card on mother’s/father’s day

༘⋆ your daughter forcing him to play with her and her stuffed toys

༘⋆ him carrying her because she’s tired of walking

༘⋆ the both of them trying to make pancakes for you before you wake up (the pancakes come to you burnt)

༘⋆ not being able to say no to her because of the puppy eyes she gives him

note: AHH i love him so much 🤍

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[iluvies]

₊˚ෆ satoru as your boyfriend | head—canons

summary: cute scenarios with a clingy satoru

warnings: none!

ʚɞ he always links his pinky with yours when you two walk.

ʚɞ taps his fingers against your thigh to the beat of the music.

ʚɞ pokes or tickles you until you give him your full attention.

ʚɞ loves when you bake him cookies or cakes.

ʚɞ hugs you from behind.

ʚɞ saying “i love you” suddenly to see the way your face turns red.

ʚɞ buys you things he remembers you talking about.

ʚɞ takes pictures of you when you’re not looking or least expecting it.

ʚɞ intertwines your fingers when the both of you sleep.

ʚɞ he falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.

ʚɞ holds your hand under tables.

ʚɞ says “say ah~” jokingly when he feeds you food.

“please?” he whined in your ear, his head resting in the crook of your neck as your back was pressed against his chest.

“no, satoru. i’m busy, couldn’t you wait five more minutes?” you muttered, eyebrows furrowing slightly in frustration. satoru had been clinging onto you for the past half an hour trying to get your attention, peppering your face in kisses before pouting because of your lack of reaction.

his fingers pinched and poked at your hip, waiting for you to look at him.

when he realized you weren’t going to budge, satoru let out a sigh before moving away, walking towards the door. unbeknown to you, he had a childish smirk on his face. “i guess i’ll buy ice cream by myself then—“

“ice cream?” you peeped with a soft smile, suddenly turning to face your boyfriend. noticing your eager expression, a small chuckle left his lips. “not for you.” satoru spoke cheekily, poking his tongue out at you.

it was your turn to pout now, something you knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to.

“i’m not falling for your pout this time, pretty.” he teased, feigning an unimpressed look as he leaned against your doorframe. with a shrug of your shoulders, you turned back around to continue doing what you were working on. “i guess you will buy ice cream by yourself then.” you teased back, hiding the small smile on your face.

a few minutes passed, satoru’s face fell into a gentle frown. did you not want to get ice cream with him anymore? he walked back over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist like he did before. his lips pressed against your jaw, making a small ‘mwah’ sound. “i’ll buy you two flavors.” satoru mumbled against your skin, watching as a faint blush covered your cheeks.

“three flavors.” you corrected, smiling up at him. he let out a soft hearty laugh and kissed the spot right under your ear. “three flavors and you have to give me all of your attention for the rest of the night.” satoru said with a grin, squeezing his arms around you a little tighter.

you let out a quiet hum.

“only because you’re buying the ice cream.” you chuckled, intertwining your fingers with his, causing his cheeks to turn pink.

note: i love him whole—heartedly. ♡

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[iluvies]

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

GOJO SATORU

satoru as your boyfriend

don’t you like placing the star on the tree?

she’s too cute to say no to

birthday surprise!

can’t get enough of you

only for you, princess

GETO SUGURU

i’ll always love you unconditionally

NANAMI KENTO

my pretty wife (NSFW)

YUJI ITADORI

TOJI FUSHIGURO

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

CHOSO KAMO

i love the red hair ties!

having a daughter with choso

SUKUNA RYOMEN

HIGURUMA HIROMI

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

asking them for a kiss

a kiss under the mistletoe

it’s only a little crush!

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[iluvies]

can’t get enough of you

pairing: satoru x reader

summary: you and your boyfriend enjoy the feeling of soaking in each others warmth, so why not spend the night embracing the other on new years?

your legs were tangled together in the comfort of your own bed, gazing out of the window to catch the fireworks that sprung out into the air from your open balcony. satoru’s fingers traced light patterns into your hips, peppering gentle kisses against your neck while his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pyjama pants. the both of you stayed silent for the next few minutes, enjoying the affectionate and fond touches. when another burst of fireworks spit against the stars, his nose nudged your cheek slightly to get your attention, “baby?”

his eyes were half lidded, looking into yours so lovingly. it was nights like this where he truly felt at peace.

you turned your head to the side, offering him a warm smile or as he called it, his favorite smile. your lips part to speak, but your words fall silent when he locks your lips in a passionate kiss. his fingers dragging up to your jaw as he trails it back down to your collarbone, feeling the warmth from your skin.

with a quiet sigh, satoru pulls away for a moment and pulls you closer by the waist. making sure to keep your chests pressed together, close enough that your lips brush together with each ragged breath either one of you take. “why the sudden kiss?” you ask, your voice holding nothing but that same sweetness satoru had fallen for years ago.

“can’t help it when your lips are just so kissable.” satoru said with a teasing grin, leaning forward to capture your lips in another kiss, one that you reciprocate almost immediately.

satoru’s kisses were always full of desire and emotion. whether this meant it was tender, sinful, passionate, or even simple. although, if you asked him which of those were his favorite, he wouldn’t ever be able to choose. he loved any of your kisses, he loved your warmth, and he loved your voice. satoru just loved you.

his hands squeeze at your skin, trying to be as close to you as he can possibly get. “so kissable.” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you. the fireworks continue to spark in the night sky, the sounds heard faintly through the sounds of your lips smacking together. after a moment or two, he moves his head back to rest it back against the pillow, staring at you intently.

“what is it?” you whispered softly, tangling your fingers in his fluffy white hair. he lets out a small hum of content, leaning into your touch. “just had a thought.” satoru murmured, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to study your face and the way you seem to slowly doze off in his arms.

he grinned once again and placed a kiss to your forehead, “we’ve been kissing since last year.”

“you’re such an idiot sometimes.” you chuckled quietly, tugging at a few strands of his hair. “doesn’t make you love me any less.” he said, smirking at you lightly. “i guess you’re right.” you replied with an amused expression, massaging the back of his neck daintily. leaning in, you and satoru share a final kiss as the last firework for the night explodes into sparkly lights.

“happy new years, baby.”

note: happy new years everyone! i can’t believe how long it’ll be until s3 of jjk comes out ૮₍ ꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ ₎ა but that’s something to think about later, it’s finally 2024!! hopefully it will be a much more fulfilling, successful, and enjoyable year. i have soooo many drafts that i need to complete, which i’ll hopefully get done before the end of january. other than that, enjoy your day and stay excited for the new year! luv you all! ♡

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[iluvies]

a kiss under the mistletoe

pairings: jjk x reader

— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, sukuna, choso

summary: christmas headcanons with your favorite jjk men! *ੈ🎄✩‧₊

gojo

has been trying to subtly hold a mistletoe over your head all day, but failing each and every time. “baby? stand right there, please?” he sighed, walking over to you as he sulks. how have you managed to completely miss every single mistletoe he’s placed around the house? you hide your smile while you make your way over to him. “yes?” you’d ask, looking at him curiously. he lifts a hand above your heads, finally able to hold the mistletoe above the both of you with a smile of relief. “i’ve been waiting for this all day.” his lips press against yours with a small hum of content, free hand finding your hip to pull you right up against his body.

geto

the both of you had just come back from seeing christmas lights, your boots sinking in the snow. standing by the door of your house, you fiddled with your keys until geto grabbed your chin gently and pointed up at the mistletoe above your head. “i wonder when that got there. . .” he’d say with a knowing grin, leaning towards you to kiss your lips. “because a mistletoe just magically appeared on the door frame?” you chuckled softly and followed in suit, connecting both of your lips in a gentle kiss. as you pull away, he brushes his thumb across your cheek with a quiet laugh, “maybe it did.”

nanami

you’d mention how romantic the gesture was whenever the both of you watched christmas movies together. the longing was shown in your eyes each time he’d glanced at your expression while watching a romantic christmas movie where the male actor would dangle a mistletoe above the woman’s head. you were both inside by the fireplace, hot cocoa in your hands as you snuggle together on the couch. nanami had shuffled slightly closer and moved his hand above your head in a way where you’d be able to see the leaves and berries. a warm smile graced your lips as you turned to face him, a small smile already present on his. “merry christmas, sweetheart.” he whispered, before your lips pressed together.

toji

“a mistletoe?” he thought it was dumb and he couldn’t see how the gesture was romantic at all. but after seeing how your face fell a little at his words, he’d decided to do it for your sake. . . and maybe because he couldn’t help but be soft when it came to you. you had been in the kitchen preparing dinner, humming softly to yourself when you felt an arm wrap around your torso. “you just have to be so whiny, don’t you, baby?” toji muttered, holding the mistletoe above your head with a sly grin. the hand wrapped around your torso slides down to your hip as he rubs it slowly, and moves his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

megumi

you were both standing in the snow, just having walked out of a cafe. your fluffy mittened hands were laced together. you’d looked up and noticed the familiar plant dimly shimmering before you glanced at megumi with a cheeky smile. “megumi, what’s that?” you asked knowingly, watching his eyes find yours in a matter of moments, his cheeks turning a faint pink. “you know what that is.” megumi’s voice was blunt, but it was evident he was heavily flustered. “then you know what it means.” you kissed his lips lightly, pulling away after a few seconds. he turned his head away before tugging you along with him, squeezing your hand gently with a smile of his own.

yuji

he brought the idea up multiple times this month. blinking at you “very innocently” when he’d bring it up in a conversation randomly or when you’d see a plant that looked close to a mistletoe when walking together in the snow. although it should’ve been clear what yuji was going to do, it still surprised you when he happily held the mistletoe above your head as he came up from behind you. “isn’t it cute?” he asked with a laugh, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning your body around to face him and kissing your lips with a sense of playfulness.

sukuna

he said no when you’d first brought up the idea. actually, he said no before you could even begin speaking. you were sitting down outside, scarf wrapped around your neck as you hid some of your face behind the fabric. sukuna sat next to you, an arm wrapped around you protectively. that was until he felt you shuffle a bit, moving your hand as high as you could as the mistletoe dangled from your fingers. a low grunt fell from his lips. of course you wouldn’t listen to him, you were stubborn. but cute. sukuna begrudgingly lets you kiss his cheek, until he turns his head to face you, kissing your lips with a groan, “brat.”

choso

his head rest on your lap, your fingers daintily playing with his hair. “choso?” you asked softly, continuing to brush your fingers through his hair. he let out a small hum, muttering a small “yes, my love?” as he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your touch. “could you look up for a moment?” choso’s eyes peeked open, eyeing the mistletoe curiously. “what is this?” he asked, bringing a hand up to caress your cheeks. “it means we give each other a kiss.” a smile tugged at his lips while he watched you lean down to kiss him, your lips locking in a loving kiss. “we don’t need a mistletoe to kiss, i’d happily kiss you whenever you’d like.”

note: merry christmas everyone! i decided to finish up this christmas with cute headcanons with the jjk men as a small gift, it’s a little rushed so i didn’t proofread. hopefully everybody had an amazing, merry, and very jolly day!

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[iluvies]

asking them for a kiss

pairings: jjk x fem!reader

— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, sukuna, choso

summary: headcanons with your favs! ♡ (slightly suggestive content in toji and sukuna’s)

gojo

“i knew you loved my kisses!” he’d say pridefully, wrapping his arms around you before bringing his lips to yours without a second thought. to him, your kisses felt like ice cream on a warm summer day; sweet and inviting. besides, he could never say no to his pretty girl when she batted her eyelashes at him. “you just can’t go a day without my lips against yours, huh?” he muttered between kisses. oh, how much gojo loved spoiling you. his hands would slowly fall to your waist, gliding up and down your skin carefully, soon tightening his hold on you. he’d press his lips to yours a little more, undoubtedly keeping you close to him.

geto

“you know you don’t need to ask, sweet girl.” his words fall off his tongue in a hushed murmur, thumb brushing against your bottom lip gently. “my lips are for you to kiss, just like how your hands are for me to hold.” he would hum, connecting your lips in a slow kiss. heat spread through geto’s skin, a faint blush covering his cheeks as his hand soon pressed against the back of your head to bring you closer to him. he couldn’t get enough of your love. geto’s warmth engulfs you entirely when he tugs you all that much closer to him, enjoying your touch and the way you’d tremble when his finger drags along your neck towards your collarbone.

nanami

“you deserve it, darling.” although he’s always tired by the end of the day, after a boring day in the office, you’re the person he confides in and needs. he shows this through the way he rests a hand on your lower back to press you into his firm chest, leaning in towards you to plant a kiss on your soft lips. “i missed you.” nanami would give you the whole world if he could—for being patient when it was due and for loving him so loyally, even when he felt he didn’t deserve it himself. you kept him grounded when he couldn’t find his way through the darkness.

toji

“you wanna repeat that for me, baby?” calloused hands grip at your hips tightly, making sure to keep you firm against him. “come on. . . need to hear you ask for it one more time.” he teased you relentlessly some days, watching as you squirmed against him, trying to stand on your toes and press your lips against his rough ones eagerly. toji couldn’t help but smirk every time, only kissing you reluctantly when you’d repeat your words in a small mumble. despite the constant teasing, he loved the feeling of your lips on his.

megumi

“y—yeah.” his cheeks and the tip of his ears would turn a light pink color, a small pout forming on his lips before he leans over and kisses you, pulling away after a few seconds. megumi never needed to say much for you to know how genuine his love for you is. “could you play with my hair?” his head would fall to your shoulder, leaning against you as your fingers combed through his hair. megumi’s eyes would flutter closed, his way to express his vulnerability and trust in you.

yuji

“only from the best boyfriend in the world.” he would laugh, peppering kisses all over your face playfully. his hands would grip your shoulders, stopping you from escaping his series of ticklish kisses. this also keeps him grounded. life definitely hasn’t been easy on him from the start. . . you, on the other hand, someone he had met along the way, helped point him in the right directions when he couldn’t decipher which one to follow. “what? i am being very serious.” yuji would said with mock offence after you’d accused him of being unserious, before kissing both of your cheeks with a grin.

sukuna

“don’t tell me what to do, woman.” he’s never been easy to deal with, especially when you were having your off days. “i’m only giving you a kiss because i want to, not because you asked for one.” he grumbled, pressing another rough kiss to your lips as he brought you up onto his lap. sukuna’s kisses were almost always forceful, hands pulling at your skin and pushing you around like some ragdoll. but then there are the loving ones that are saved for the privacy of your shared bedroom, the ones he swears aren’t loving or soft.

choso

“anything for you, my love.” he’d say softly, caressing your cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. choso loves your lips, and when i say love, i mean it. while his head is resting against your chest, listening to the sound of your heart beating, his thoughts are of you. . . and your lips. the way they mould onto his like a melted marshmallow, he couldn’t ever get enough of them—of you. choso’s hands never wandered unless you asked him to, he wanted you to feel how you made him feel. safe and loved. “i love being in your arms.” if there was a word to describe having so much love for someone, he would tell you that over and over.

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[iluvies]

birthday surprise!

pairing: satoru x reader

summary: your daughter wants to surprise your husband with a pretty birthday card, nothing can go wrong with that. . .

“happy birthday, papa!” your daughter squealed excitedly, running up to satoru with her arms open for him to pick her up. she had an envelope with the birthday card she spent the whole morning decorating in her hand.

“there you are, princess. i thought you forgot about my birthday.” satoru joked, trying to pout before laughing heartily at your daughters unamused expression. he picked up her with a large grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead with a small ‘mwah’. you make your way over to your husband and daughter, holding a small box with a pale blue ribbon on top, “happy birthday, my lovely husband.”

satoru’s eyes softened a little, leaning over and kissing your cheek adoringly before your daughter tugged at his hair and shoved the card into his face.

“papa! open the card i made for you!” she beamed, looking at him with her big innocent eyes. satoru laughed and put your daughter back down on her feet gently, opening the envelope that was covered in kitten stickers, and pulling out the card.

the card had a small drawing of the three of you with pink hearts everywhere, not to mention the glitter sprinkled all over it. “open the card!” your daughter giggled, waiting for satoru to open the card eagerly. “i will.” satoru chuckled.

he opened the card, unfortunately, not expecting large amounts of glitter to fall from inside of it. he glanced at you nervously, a drop of sweat falling down the side of his forehead before your daughter hugged his leg tightly, smiling at him brightly.

“isn’t the card pretty, papa?” she asked expectantly.

you watch the both of them and the glitter currently all over the floor, silently seething, but the way your daughter looked at him so sweetly forced a soft chuckle from your lips. she reminded you a lot of your husband—the beautiful blue eyes and adorable smile.

“the prettiest card ever, princess.” satoru said, patting her head as he held a hand out for you to hold. you take it, letting out a series of giggles when he began peppering kisses all over your face, in which you’d assume was an apology for the sparkly mess. you glanced down at your daughter, your eyes widening in horror.

“satoru, you put glitter in her hair!”

note: happy birthday satoruuu! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎

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[iluvies]

my pretty wife

pairings: nanami x fem!reader

warnings: smut, praise, established marriage, fingering (fem!recieving), oral (fem!recieving), light overstimulation

nanami’s veiny hands dragged across your bare thighs, squeezing at your skin as he left open mouthed kisses to your clit. praises fall off his tongue while he watches your swollen lips part, allowing moans and soft whimpers to spill out.

“that’s it, that’s my good girl.” he spoke lowly, bringing a thumb up to spread your puffy folds.

your hips buck into his touch, causing his nose to nudge your clit. “please?” you breathe, gripping his hair tightly as you try pulling him closer. nanami hums, pressing one final kiss to your throbbing clit before sinking his tongue into your warmth, your slick coating his nose and mouth.

you gasp and bite your bottom lip tightly between your teeth, arching your back. “don’t hold in your moans, let me hear you.” he muttered, devouring your wetness eagerly while one of his calloused hands grip the plush of your thigh to keep your legs apart, his wedding ring feeling cold against your burning skin. your moans and whines begin rising in volume after your pitiful attempts of being quiet, the pleasure building up in your stomach becoming too much.

nanami chuckles at your desperation which sends vibrations through your aching pussy. his tongue pushes deeper into you while his nose keeps bumping into your clit, causing rushes of heat to run through your thighs. as if reading your mind, he inches his middle finger closer before sinking it into your pussy, curling it against the squishy part that makes you gasp every time.

“look at me. . .” he hummed, looking up at you through half lidded eyes.

you look down at nanami’s slick covered face, his hair glued to his forehead as he looks at you so lovingly. “so pretty when your eyes are hazy like that,” he said, swirling his tongue around your clit teasingly, “such a beautiful wife i have.” he thrusts his middle finger in and out slowly before sinking his another in, speeding up the pace of his fingers whilst he sucked lightly on your clit.

you feel the familiar heat of your climax threatening to snap, your hips buck up again while you squirm both into and against nanami’s unrelenting fingers and tongue. “nanami—” you began, letting out a needy cry.

nanami sped up his movements, the sound of sinful squelching bouncing off the walls from his fingers thrusting in your pussy and the overstimulating feeling of his lips around your throbbing clit bringing you closer to your climax. “cum for me, sweetheart.” he purred, watching your eyes squeeze closed. with one more flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers, a whimper escaped your mouth before you came.

he sighed in satisfaction, peppering gentle kisses on your inner thighs, “did so well for me.”

note: i miss nanamin ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ˕ ∩｡꒱ྀི১ and not proofread!

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UGH! CAN YOU STOP GIVING ME INDIRECT KISSES?

SELFISHLY IN LOVE WITH HIGURUMA. . . I’M HIS DELUSIONAL WIFE .ᐟ .ᐟ

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