#my next fic after this one is a gojo fic so i need to lock the fuck in now and also after

[gothsuguru]

gojo satoru you don’t know how much i’m in love with you and how deep the depths of my love & adoration go

[esmedelacroix]

Oh, My Good Looking Boy

⋆ ࣪. 💋ᵎᵎ ˖˙⋆✮ you and your jjk man can't stop makin' out in the morning before work !

feat. ! satoru gojo x gn!reader, suguru geto x gn!reader, kento nanami x f!reader, & toji fushiguro x f!reader

a/n : i've been so inactive so here. this is my apology 🙇🏽‍♀️

fic radio 💿🎧🫧 : Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

Gojo Satoru

You woke up to an empty spot next to you in bed. You could feel the crusties in your eyes begging you to rub them out. A peak at the clock on your nightstand confirmed your suspicion that Sato was running late again. The soft hum of the air conditioner that barely worked did nothing about the thin coat of sweat on your body causing some of your hair to stick to your forehead and the back of your neck. A soft golden ray of sun peeked through the lines of the opened blinds.

It smelled like Gojo’s coconut-scented body wash. You heard the shower faucet turn off and the stretch of the curtains opening. Followed by the soft hum of his electric toothbrush. You sat up in bed taking in the domestic feel of hearing all the morning sounds. As he got ready you decided to put your robe on and head to the kitchen to make him some coffee and toast.

As you finished packing his lunch and cutting some mangoes for him to eat with his breakfast you heard your bedroom door swing open. Your sweet boy rushed into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. He smiled sweetly at the domestic sight before him. “Good morning baby,” you smiled as you popped a mango in his mouth walking past him to get his bento for him.

Before you could do so his hands wrapped around your waist. “Good morning love,” he hummed into the crook of your neck. You leaned into him listening to each other's soft breathing. The sound of his phone ringing sliced through the sweet love that was in the air. A sigh escaped the both of you. “Principal Yaga?” you guessed.

“Yep,” he sighed before pulling away and scarfing down breakfast as fast as he could. As he hurriedly put his shoes on at the front door you handed him his lunch and gave him a hug. “Be safe out there. Come back home to me safely,” you demanded.

“I promise I will. There’s no need to worry. I am the strongest after all,” he playfully boasted.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You took a moment to take in his features. You never knew if it would be your last time seeing him. You brought your hand to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb.

You took the moment of silence to appreciate his snow-white locks. His sharp jawline. The natural peachy pink hue of his lips. And his beautiful watercolor eyes. Like all different shades of blue joined together to create the most beautiful outcome. It was a shame he always had to cover them. But part of you was happy that you got to keep that part of him all to yourself. "I've got to go, I'm super late now," he chuckles.

"Just one more moment," you whisper, holding onto his wrist. He chuckled but complied.

You pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand. Then on his cheek and all over his face. You decorated his face with numerous invisible kisses only the two of you knew existed. "You're so pretty," you said, taking in the starstruck look on his face.

"Alright, that's enough. If you stay any longer I really won't let you go," you quipped, pressing one last small kiss onto his lips. His large hand found the back of your head as he deepened the kiss.

"I can't wait to come back home to you. I'll be safe," he said as he opened the door giving you one last quick kiss. You stepped out onto your front porch and waved him goodbye.

Suguru Geto

Sitting at your vanity listening to music you put the last touches to your hair as you got ready. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the tinted lip gloss sitting on the tabletop unused. You swiped it on your bottom lip and pressed them together. The reddish color complemented your complexion and it tasted sweet like strawberries.

You stepped out of your shared bedroom to see Suguru manspreading on the couch. He looked up from his phone and put it aside. His eyes followed your outfit even though you were wearing scrubs. His hair was tied up in a man bun with a little spray piece framing his face. He knew exactly how it affected you too. That's why he always did it in the hopes that you would ditch work and spend the whole day with him. He held out an arm for you and sat you down in between his legs. Your back was against his and he held your hands in his. "Good morning sweetheart," he murmured into the crook of your neck.

"Good morning baby. Did you get the girls to school on time?" you asked, leaning into him and basking in his warmth.

"Yep, they didn't give me a hard time today," he answered. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

You heard him breathe in deeply. His nose pressed against your hair. He chuckled softly. "Did you use my shampoo?" he asked.

"Maybe," you grinned.

"Why? I like when you smell like you," he whispered.

"Well when I smell like you, I miss you less during the day," you confessed shyly.

This made Suguru break into the biggest stupidest, lovestruck grin known to man. He pressed little kisses into the back of your neck. "You like me that much?" he teased as he pressed kisses into that sensitive spot behind your ear. You were in a fit of giggles. Squealing for him to stop between breaths.

"Do you really have to leave me for work?" Suguru whined holding you tight with his chin propped on the top of your head.

"Yes, I do. How are we going to pay for the girls' sweet 16?" you questioned as you got up. He held your hand urging you to turn in his direction.

"Will you give me a kiss before you go?" he asked, giving you the puppy eyes. You rolled your eyes but gave him a chaste kiss. He followed you to the door handing you your coat.

"I'll pick the girls up on my way back from the clinic," you said, pulling him in for a hug.

"Alright, don't interact with too many monkeys while you're out," he advised as he helped you get your scarf on.

"Those 'monkeys' are my coworkers, babe," you chuckled.

"We can agree to disagree," he responded, giving you another kiss. He couldn't seem to remove his lips from yours.

"Did you use that lip gloss I got you? Tastes like strawberries," he asked in between kisses.

"I did," you giggled as he kissed your neck.

"Seriously I have to go, and you do too, it's almost time for your presentation," you sighed as he littered your collarbone with kisses. Humming absentmindedly at your words pretending to listen.

"Suguruuuuuu," you whined.

"Alright fine since you're in such a rush to leave me," he huffed semi-pouting.

"Turn that frown upside down. I can't wait to see you after work my sweet boy," you cooed as you kissed him on the cheek. He finally stopped sulking and said his goodbyes.

Kento Nanami

The dynamic between you and Kento Nanami has always been really weird to outsiders. No, and the office could quite put their finger on what your relationship was. What made it even more bizarre was that. you were both married. Your coworkers just never put two and two together and think maybe you were married to each other.

The whole misunderstanding arose because you thought it would be more professional to act formally with each other in the office. You found it funny that people tried so hard to decipher the nature of your relationship when the answer was right in front of them.

The rain had gotten to you and Kento that morning seeing that his reserved parking lot was so far away from the building. Luckily, ever prepared, Kento always had a few changes of clothes for the two of you in his spacious office closet. He peeled off his drenched white button-up that clung to his toned torso. Your eyes followed the expanse of his muscular back and the way all the different muscles flexed and tensed as he took a shirt from the top of his shelf and put it on.

You pulled your eyes away from the delectable view and picked out the red dress he had in the closet that went well with your shoes. After you put the dress and heels on in the bathroom attached to his office, you stepped back into his office and saw him sitting on his armchair adjusting his cufflinks. "Would you be a doll and help me zip up my dress?" you purred.

"Of course my dear," he smirked. He spread his legs a little further patting his bulky thigh for you to sit on. As you sat on his thigh you could feel his muscle flex under you. He slowly brings the zipper up, adoring the soft skin on your back. Once he's done he presses a kiss into the back of your neck. "All done. I love this dress on you sweetheart," he whispers.

"Thank you, Ken," you sing as you get up and open his drawer to pick out a tie for him. You look over at him to see what color shirt he is wearing. His dimly lit lamp added a golden glow to his features contrasting the grayness of the sky and the water drops racing each other on his ceiling-to-floor windows.

You found yourself getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes. His blonde locs that you loved to run your fingers through. His perfectly chiseled face. Those soft lips that gave the best kisses. The way his thick muscular forearms flexed when he adjusted his watch and cufflinks. "Are you going to keep staring or are you going to pick out a tie for me dear?" he teased.

He wasn't even looking in your direction but he could feel your eyes on him. He got up and leaned against the desk next to you as you continued your search while trying to hide the light blush adorning your face. Cute. He thought to himself, smiling looking at your focused expression. "It's not my fault my husband is so handsome," you finally sighed as you took out a yellow tie with black Dalmatian-like polka dots and handed it to him.

"You think I'm handsome?" he smirked as his hands worked quickly to tie his tie. It always got you weak in the knees when he did that. His eyes didn't even need to leave yours when he tied it. His hands dropped to his side as you helped tighten it and make sure it looked okay.

"Brief me, what is my day looking like?" he asked, pulling you in by the waist as your hands that were resting on his chest slid up the drape over the nape of his neck.

"You have a meeting with the trustees in 10, then you need to meet with the chairman, then with the accountants for their budget and yearly income projection presentation. Then it's just all the boring paperwork," you listed fixing the hair framing his face.

"What would I do without you?" he smiled.

"Probably lose your job," you quipped, kissing his cheek. Then his neck. As soon as you knew it you were fully making out in Kento's office. He had you on the desk. He was standing in between your legs kissing you like he needed it to survive.

The alarm on your phone interrupted the moment between the two of you reminding you that you needed to be in a meeting in five minutes. You both had to rush out of the office to get to the 15th floor seeing that his off was on the tenth. The two of you somehow arrived on time for the meeting completely oblivious to the fact that there was a bright red lip imprint on Kento's neck. And everyone who was staring at it looked at your lips painted in that same shade of red afterward.

Toji Fushiguro

It was a morning like no other because instead of waking up peacefully in Toji's arms, you were quietly on the phone switching out a cold hand towel as Toji finished up the rice porridge in the kitchen.

This all started yesterday when Toji and Megumi had gone outside to play in the snow. When they got back you told Toji that you had drawn a warm bath for them and you didn't want them getting sick. But conveniently a baseball game was showing on the television and it just happened to be their favorite team. They ended up watching the game for an hour before their bath.

You gave Toji the head shake of disappointment. You told him that Megumi was going to get sick and he assured you he would be just fine. "Our three-year-old child will be just fine? I don't think so," you scolded.

"Wanna bet?" he taunted.

"Yes, actually 50 bucks if he gets sick," you confidently betted.

"You're on," he grinned.

At 2 am that same night Megumi's coughing had woken the two of you up. "I'll go get him," Toji groaned, rolling out of bed. You got up and went to the kitchen to place a cold towel on Megumi's forehead as well as nasal spray and cough medicine. You set up the things on your nightstand and Toji walked in shortly after carrying a sleeping Megumi in one arm and Gumi's favorite stuffed animal in the other. He set him down on the bed with his stuffed animal and helped give him his medicine.

Despite the layer of sweat covering his skin, the two of you are still cuddling him sleeping on either side of him taking turns waking up to replace his towel. This continued all the way to the morning. You walked into the kitchen putting some stuff away. "I called his preschool and my boss is letting me take a day off. Is Shiu going to let you skip today?" you asked as you hugged him from behind as he plated Gumi's porridge in his favorite blue elephant bowl along with the matching spoon.

"He said it's probably in my best interest to get this job done today since I have so much competition with other assassins for this one. It's another government official," he sighed.

You winced at the sound of that. The last time he was given a job like that he came back home with a broken arm and a mean black eye. You kissed his clothed back arms still wrapped around him. "Be safe out there babe. I can't take care of my two babies at once," you mumbled, letting go out his waist to fill up Megumi's sippy cup with water. He chuckled at your comment and kissed you on your cheek.

"I promise to be safe and come home to you two in one piece," he said, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"I'll miss you," you said looking up at him taking in all his features. How could somebody look so pretty before going out to literally kill people for money? You had no idea. You were just glad that he was your somebody. No matter what his profession was. You looked up into his emerald eyes and kissed him long and deep. Just then his phone rang. It was Shiu so he had to answer. "Where are you jackass?! Get your ass over here. Look, I know your kid is sick but the clock is a tickin'," he screamed through the phone.

As Toji answered him, sounding annoyed you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek and his jaw, his neck, and his collarbone. He listened to Shiu's rambling until he got tired of them and simply said, "I'll be right over if I can get my wife off of me,"

He hung up and you gave him a playful smack. "Fine since you hate me and want me to die," you quipped finally letting him go after another kiss for good measure.

"Feed Megumi this should be a good temperature," he said, picking up the miniature spoon with his larger veiny hand eating a spoon of the porridge nodding his head.

"Alright you'd better head out now our Shiu will have your head," you sighed.

"Oh one more thing," he said, quickly digging into his pocket. He gave you a quick kiss digging something behind the strap of your tank top.

"I'll be back by dinner, maybe even before if I'm lucky," he called out rushing out of the door.

You took the paper out of your tank top strap just to see it was a 50-dollar bill. You shook your head in disbelief with a smile on your face. You placed the bill on the counter before heading to your bedroom to give Megumi his porridge.

a/n : hope you enjoyed ! a like comment or repost is always appreciated ! 💋

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

FOOLISH SPRING WINDS, BLOW MY WAY ; SATORU GOJO

summary; a snippet of the spring you share with a certain satoru gojo — who seems intent on making your high school life as difficult as possible.

word count; 5.4k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, enemies to friends (..but the ’enemy’ part is kinda one-sided), fluffy n sweet overall, satoru doesn’t know how to make friends + thinks lighthearted bullying constitutes as a bonding activity, he’s a little shit but he means well, switching povs, lots of gojo slander (but reader sees the light eventually), big shoujo vibes, they’re both tsunderes <33

a/n; i ended up scrapping the series i wrote this fic for originally, so i thought i’d rewrite it and repost it on its own!! teentoru is such a grumpy little kitten i need to squish his paws

satoru gojo is annoying.

it might seem blunt, but after many weeks of careful thinking, you’ve decided no description could possibly fit him better. 

when you first met him, on that first day of school, you had no idea what to think. no real expressions or tonal shifts to clue you in on who he was, how he felt — nothing but the slightest peek of a terrifying blue to set your nerves on edge. 

in hindsight, you’re almost certain it was intentional. he wanted to appear unreadable. purposefully hiding his personality and mannerisms, to gain the upper hand — observing you, dissecting you inside his mind, while revealing nothing about himself apart from his surname. 

it’s a kind of power; a safety measure.

… but evidently, holding back isn’t exactly gojo’s forte. the very next morning, he was already beginning to loosen up, after getting more accustomed to the new environment and classmates. showing you his true colours; just a little hint of cerulean, a single dip of paint on the blank canvas of his soul.

and with the revelation of his genuine personality — your unease around him festered even more.

where could you even begin to describe him? for one, he’s childish. and cocky. and loud. arrogant, selfish and flamboyant — just generally an asshole? you could go on and on. none of the traits are particularly flattering, and you know he couldn’t care less.

gojo is annoying, plain and simple. almost constantly up to something, eager to push someone’s buttons, to get attention. like a bratty toddler. uninterested in manners, or even common courtesy; he says what he feels, regardless of how other people take it. 

to put it simply, he has no regard for the people around him. his self-interest is limitless. 

as if that wasn’t annoying enough — you have no choice but to admit that he does have a certain presence to him. a kind of charisma, or what you think could become charisma, if he’d just get off that high horse already. he won’t, though. you know he won’t. he revels in it, in looking down on everything and everyone, annoyingly boisterous and irritatingly tall. freaky, long limbs. like a noodle and an alien had a baby.

but, more than anything — above all else — what frustrates you most is the fact that his unbridled confidence isn’t exactly unwarranted.

as much as it pains you to say it… gojo is maybe just a little bit incredible. a natural-born genius. he’s intelligent, and observant, and awfully pretty, with those baby blues eyes and those snowy locks of hair. and he has no issue getting what he wants. 

absolutely zero. 

there’s something admirable about it, in a twisted way. like he doesn’t even need to try. he’s good at anything, if he just gives it a single chance. you can only assume he’s never given much thought to the prospect of being a decent guy, because that’s the only thing he sucks at.

effortlessly perfect, in the most imperfect of ways. that’s probably how you’d describe him.

… annoying is still the most fitting word, though. or maybe obnoxious. he’s got this spoiled rich kid vibe that irks you, gets under your skin. you doubt he’s ever had to empathize with anyone, in his entire life. 

and, yes — maybe you’re being a little harsh to him. but why should you bother being jovial when he won’t return the favour?

gojo is annoying; and when you say that, you mean annoying to basically everyone. as a basis for existing. always teasing and taunting, looking down from that high horse of his. you’re no exception to this rule, of course. but you’re almost certain that he has it out for you specifically.

you know he looks down on you, from behind those tacky sunglasses. you’re sure of it.

compared to geto or shoko, you aren’t very self-assured — and you think he must have sensed it the moment he laid eyes on you. sensed that you’re a little meek, a bit of a doormat, easy to push around and get a rise out of. maybe he also noticed your apprehension towards him, your apparent unease. 

you’re easy prey, to put it simply.

evidently, he’s developed a fondness for getting under your skin. it started as soon as introductions were over, and it still hasn’t gotten better. he loves catching you off guard, throwing you an unneeded comment or two, just to see what reaction you’ll give him next. almost like he’s solving an equation — said equation being you, the limit of your patience. and you keep giving him what he wants; a scoff, a roll of your eyes, an earnest fuck right off. you can never seem to successfully ignore him. he’s just far, far too good at being insufferable.

… and, more than anything, he’s far too out of reach. even when you try to get along with him, it backfires. you don’t have a single thing in common. you don’t understand him at all. 

(and that suits you just fine.)

a heavy sigh slips from your parted lips, as you examine your blurry reflection in the surface of the mirror. fatigue clings to your skin like a layer of sweat, your mind muddled, stuffed with anxious thoughts and discomforting feelings.

you’re exhausted. completely and utterly spent, even though the day’s barely begun — running on three pitiful hours of sleep, all broken up and jumbled by nightmares that wouldn’t stop spooking you. not a single wink of proper rest. 

and it’s painfully obvious. in your face, your posture, the dark crescents beneath your eyes; in the way you can’t help but drag your legs as you walk, your hair disheveled, little sighs and grumbles slipping from your lips for every step you take. all you can do is sluggishly blink the exhaustion away.

you just feel so tired.

it could be worse, though. you don’t have any classes today, no real reason to get out of your comfy bed, leave the safety of your cozy little dorm room. but you need breakfast, right now, or else you’ll literally explode — so you still get up on shaky legs and try to mimic the appearance of someone… even moderately well-rested.

it doesn’t work, but that’s besides the point. 

so you make your way to the dormitory’s shared kitchen. walking idly — clumsily — enjoying the sight of fleeting, fluttering cherry blossoms through the windows you pass. little pink butterflies.

once you’ve crossed the threshold, you’re relieved to find the open space entirely devoid of people. no shoko, no geto, not even a mischievous gojo. running into the first two wouldn’t be the end of the world — but it still wouldn’t be ideal. you don’t want anyone seeing you like this, tired and meek, a little vulnerable.

(least of all gojo. you shiver at the bare thought.)

with laboured, groggy movements, you waltz around the kitchen, getting cups and plates and turning on the coffee machine. enjoying the soothing melody of the pan sizzling, singing along to the purring of espresso being made. it’s nice and pleasant to your sensitive ears, as you blink under the rays of sunlight shining in, throwing together a lazy breakfast. 

you waste no time in taking a seat by one of the tables once you’re finished. eager to soak in the peace and quiet, wolf down a sandwich and copious amounts of caffeine.

but, as always — the world seems to have it out for you specifically.

”oh? well, look who it is. and here i thought you had left too.”

you stiffen. ever so slightly, barely noticeable, but still enough that you physically feel the dread envelop every single cell of your body. the voice that echoes out across the open air is a chipper one, a familiar one. a voice you were desperately hoping not to hear today. 

all you can do is continue to sip from your cup of coffee, inwardly wincing, silently going through all five stages of grief simultaneously — before accepting your unfortunate predicament. 

(that’s just your luck, isn’t it?)

finally, you raise your weary head, knowing exactly what sight you’ll be met with once you do. 

and, lo and behold — there he is.

gojo looks the same as always. grinning brightly, a little woflish, wearing those ugly sunglasses and making his way across the room like he owns it. a trait you can’t help but admire, envy, hate and worship at the same time. he plops down next to you like it’s nothing, a little too close for comfort, unconcerned about your concept of personal space.

”whatcha up to?” he chirps, in that sugar sweet tone, layered over with a boyish kind of excitement. there’s a teasing tilt to it, too — the one that always accompanies his voice when he’s speaking to you.

under normal circumstances, you’d flip him off. maybe even just glare at him, silently, or raise a brow in challenge.

but you’re far, far too tired to. too anxious. too in need of sleep, in need of a peaceful breakfast that he oh so cruelly ripped from you. all you can muster is the energy to glance his way.

for just a second, your eyes meet. not like you can actually see them, from behind his glasses — but you know they’re there. menacing and uncanny, bright and excited. too much to handle, right now.

”… morning.”

as soon as the mutter has left your lips, you take a tentative bite of your sandwich. gaze trailing sluggishly back to your plate.

gojo blinks.

he immediately notes that your voice sounds meek. even more so than usual. he expected you to give him a scoff, or even just a timid huff — but no such luck. 

you’re just sitting there, quiet, curling into yourself.

after a moment’s consideration, gojo opts to look at you. to really look at you, study your face, the way those twitchy fingers move to curl around the ceramic handle of the cup you’re drinking out of. the way your eyes shift from place to place, unfocused, your eyelids flicking shut every couple seconds. slow.

he’s always been observant — but it doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re tired. 

gojo is silent, for no more than a mere moment; contemplating his next course of action. he’s never seen you like this, before. did something happen?

…

(— well, it doesn’t matter. not his problem.)

”you look like a zombie,” he grins, a little teasing, showing off the white of his teeth. even though you look out of it, he can’t help himself — despite his own intuition telling him to let you be. 

you’re just too fun to tease. suguru and shoko only ever raise their eyebrows at him, or stare him down like a misbehaving dog, but you always have a good reaction to give. something to entertain him when he’s bored, distract him when his mind is too full of noise. 

so he can’t help but tease you, a little. hoping it’ll soothe the restlessness inside his chest.

but for once, what gojo expects isn’t what he gets. 

what he expects is for you to glare at him. tell him to leave you alone, or even just sigh in exasperation — either one would be fine. it’s just mindless enjoyment, to him, a little fun to lighten up his day. 

especially now, when suguru is away on some day trip he wasn’t privy to. that traitor. shoko is nowhere to be seen, either, probably off smoking in some random alleyway. or hanging out with one of the kyoto losers.

… the whole dorm is so eerily quiet.

(gojo would never admit it, not in a thousand years… but maybe he’d feel just a little bit lonely without any of you around.)

for a while after waking up, he assumed he’d have to spend the whole day alone. no one to talk to, no one to look at. he was practically dying of boredom. but then he entered the kitchen — and saw his saving grace. his dear little irritable classmate. 

he was so relieved. content in the knowledge that he’d get to push your buttons to his heart’s desire, bask in your playful banter and cold, joking little looks until suguru finally comes home.

only this time — you don’t react at all. 

you don’t give him what he expects, don’t indulge his little antics, in the way he’s grown so accustomed to. you just keep eating your breakfast, and drinking your coffee, in total silence. 

gojo waits, just a couple moments more. hoping for a delayed reaction, a witty counter, a snarky comment. anything. 

but it never comes.

finally, he starts to sulk. slumping against the leather seat behind him, quieting down with a low huff. furrowing his brows, as his glossy, cherry-tasting lips curl down into a little pout.

honestly, he’s kind of annoyed. just what is your problem? what is with you, today? 

… it’s no fun if you’re not playing along. 

gojo can’t help but grumble, a little, under his breath. you’re usually so responsive, so easy to rile up. so what’s wrong? why are you just sitting there?

…

whatever. so what if you’re not talking to him? so what if you won’t even spare him a glance? gojo has better things to do, bigger fish to fry. he wasn’t even that excited, when he saw you. the thought of bantering with you didn’t lift his spirits, even in the slightest. 

not even a little bit.

…

but, really — would it take so much effort for you to just say something? to just respond to his friendly little quip? you can’t possibly be that tired. 

or, what — did you get insecure, or something? because he called you a zombie? no way. you’re not that sensitive… are you? or is that it? 

what a hassle.

you know he’s just messing with you. he knows you know. so why are you acting so…. 

(sad, gojo wants to think, but he buries the thought before it can reach his frontal cortex. he doesn’t want to empathize with you, not right now — doesn’t want to feel that discomforting pang in his chest.)

a strange sensation bubbles up in his chest. something frustrated, a little unnerved; at your lack of a reaction, the weak glint in your eyes. he just doesn’t understand why — and that frustrates him even more. 

why can’t you just bite back, like always?

(… it’s fun when you do.)

the silence lingers on, stretches out across the room, festers and grows as you gulp down your breakfast. all while gojo keeps on sulking, still sitting beside you, waiting for something to happen. he briefly considers getting up and leaving, or saying something annoying to hopefully spur you on —

but you stand up before he can convince himself to go through with either option.

having finished your breakfast, your legs carry you to the sink. finally, you can head back to your room. gojo’s being weirdly quiet, but you pay no mind to it; methodically washing your dishes in silence. 

you don’t bother saying goodbye to him, either. still sitting there, seemingly deep in thought, grumbling something under his breath. 

he watches as you leave, gaze trailing after you, until you’re completely out of sight. 

then he lays down, flat on his back, with a frustrated huff. trying desperately to brush away the memory of your dim eyes, the slight frown on your lips. the dark circles under your eyes, that he tried so hard not to notice because they made him feel so weirdly uncomfortable. the meek, meek look you gave him.

gojo sighs.

(he feels just a tiny, tiny bit bad.)

when you wake up from your slumber, you immediately note that your body feels lighter.

this time, no nightmares came to haunt you. having practically collapsed once your head hit the pillow, your body finally decided to give you some peace of mind, some well needed rest. thankfully.

with a groan, you lazily stretch out your limbs — enjoying the feeling of your veins waking up, gaze falling on the clock on your wall. you’ve only been asleep for about two hours, or so, but it’s more than enough to give you the little jolt of energy that you need.

what to do, what to do. you still have the whole day ahead of you. another nap wouldn’t hurt, but you don’t want to waste your precious free time just rotting in bed — maybe you could take a walk around the schoolyard instead? the cherry blossoms have started to unfurl, and the grounds of the school are just littered with them.

even just the mental image is enough to have you changing into some light and comfortable clothes, reaching a hand out to push your door open. excitement stirring in your veins.

as you do so, something is knocked over.

all you hear is a soft little thud, accompanied by the sensation of something colliding with the door. a low curiosity overtakes you — eagerly peeking around for a look at the mysterious something.

your gaze falls on something pink.

it’s tiny, awfully out of place, just laying unassumingly on the dusty floorboards. as you crouch down to get a better look, you recognize it instantly; a small carton of strawberry milk. a plastic straw plastered on its side, and an evil looking cow mascot staring at you from the front. one of the items sold in the schoolyard’s vending machines — your personal favorite. you drink it every time you need a tiny pick-me-up, the sweet taste always managing to soothe your spirits.

and it was sitting right outside your door.

you stare at it, silently, in deep contemplation. holding it in your hand as the gears turn inside your head. could someone have dropped it? no, that’s dumb — who’d drop it right outside your door and then not pick it up?

… did someone leave it for you, then? because they know you like it? that could be it, maybe, but who would —

…

your mind stills. 

(no way.)

when you think about it — that’s the only explanation that makes sense. shoko and geto aren’t there, and you barely know any of your senior students. yaga-sensei would never give you strawberry milk without a lecture on the dangers of cavities, either.

that just leaves one possible culprit.

but you can’t wrap your head around it. why would he do something like that? he doesn’t like you — you know that much. so it couldn’t possibly be him.

… then again, you have seen him drink it. both of you like it, contrary to your other classmates; shoko doesn’t like sweet things in general, and geto wouldn’t go for strawberry milk if he could choose something else. it might as well be the only thing you and gojo have in common — the one thing that binds you two together. 

a single carton of strawberry milk. 

it’s almost comical.

(if it’s really true — if he really did do it… then you wonder why. maybe he noticed that you were feeling under the weather, and figured it’d make you happy. 

you wonder if it’d be foolish of you, to believe that it’s true — if only because you kinda like the idea.)

your feet move on their own, before your mind has a chance to question the decision. 

where could he be? in the kitchen, still? in his dorm?

just as you begin to wonder, a flash of white dances in the corners of your vision. when you glance out the window, you see it; white, soft hair, like a fluffy cloud, in the midst of all the pink petals fluttering about. 

you stop.

then you start walking again. with more decision, this time. hurrying to the exit.

gojo is sitting right outside the dormitory, on a wooden bench, legs swinging idly as he gazes at the sky. his hair sways slightly with the breeze, soft strands moving and caressing his skin. pink petals dance all around him, gracefully descending down to the ground, together with a trail of bubbles. gojo is blowing them, haphazardly, following their movement with his keen eyes. they glimmer in the sunlight, reflecting all shades of the rainbow.

the sight is just a little bit breathtaking. 

the ground crunches beneath your feet, when you take a step forward — and gojo turns towards you. you stiffen like a deer in headlights, instantly regretting your decision. blinking nervously. you walked here almost entirely on impulse, but now that you’re face to face…

(it’s a little scary.)

… still, it’s far too late to back out now. you can’t do much except join him, so that’s exactly what you do — albeit a little hesitantly.

trying to ignore his continuous stare, burning into the side of your head, you plop down beside him. feeling the steady bench beneath you, breathing in the scent of sweet-smelling cherries and soap.

an uncomfortable silence lingers in the air around you both, as he waits for you to say something. 

it’s a little tough. mustering up the courage to say anything, even just to face him. the decisiveness you felt just a moment ago has faded, now only the ghost of a sensation — you’re too nervous to verbalize anything.

but eventually, after a deep breath or two, you force yourself to speak. hoping you won’t come to regret it.

”… hey, gojo?” 

it’s almost a whisper. soft and fragile, mumbled beneath your breath as you stare at the cherry trees in front of you. you know his eyes are on you, though. you can feel them, almost feel their weight in the palm of your hand. like marbles.

weakly, you raise up the carton of strawberry milk. glancing over at him, not quite managing a smile, but trying your best to look somewhat appreciative. 

”thanks.”

a confused blink. gojo looks down the strawberry milk, and then back up at you. eyelashes fluttering.

a moment passes. 

then he turns his head away, swiftly, his hair tousled by the movement — a couple pink petals stuck between the soft strands. you can’t see his face anymore.

”i have no idea what you’re talking about,” he huffs, with a voice you’ve never heard him speak through.

when you look a little closer — you think the tips of his ears may be just slightly red. it makes your lips curl up into a small smile, but you barely feel it.

(like this, he’s actually kind of cute.)

cherry blossoms flutter in the wind, dancing joyously, without a care in the world. a spring breeze ruffles gojo’s hair, as he sits beside you, having begun to blow his bubbles again. not saying a word, and looking straight ahead. but you can’t help but stare, as sneakily as you can muster.

you find yourself thinking that he looks right at home, among the petals. fleeting, hard to get a grasp on, so pretty, and so out of reach — despite being so close. 

if you wanted to, you could reach over and touch him. you could reach for his sunglasses, lift them off his face, and finally see those eyes he’s so intent on hiding. you could see him, see straight into his soul — and find out who he really is.

you won’t, though. some boundaries aren’t meant to be so callously crossed.

instead, you puncture the pink carton in your hand with the plastic straw, and take a tentative sip. the sweet taste soothes you, straight away, blooming on your tongue. you can’t help but sigh, softly, relaxing even further — it’s absolutely perfect, for this kind of weather. the sight before you, cherry petals and shining bubbles, a boy you don’t like, but definitely don’t hate. 

you both look up, following the bubbles with your eyes, as they float up into the sky; as they get smaller and smaller, farther and farther out of reach. neither of you say a word, but the silence is comforting. light. 

gojo is the first one to break it — in a voice so small you barely hear it.

”… you don’t look like a zombie.”

a second passes. you’re left blinking in confusion, trying to decipher the sudden statement. you can’t get a good read on his expression, with those eyes of his conveniently hidden; he must have regained his composure, then.

it takes a couple seconds for his words to sink in — but once they do, all pieces seem to fall into place. 

and you burst into laughter.

gojo blinks at you, caught off guard, his eyelashes flapping like a little dove scrambling to get off the ground — staring at you like you just grew a second head. that makes you laugh harder, a bout of giggles spilling past your lips — you just can’t help it. 

”did —” you wheeze, softly, thoroughly amused. trying and failing to bite back the laughter. ”did you think i was bothered by that, or something?”

gojo looks at you. a little stunned, for a moment. the sight only makes your smile bloom further, eyes crinkled as you meet his gaze. from the angle you’re viewing him through, leaning back against the bench, you catch a glimmer of his eyes. they’re awfully pretty — blue and bright, full of life. when you look closer, you can see tiny, tiny splotches of white. 

they look like the blue sky. 

you called them menacing, before, but now you aren’t so sure. they seem soft, in the sunlight, especially when seen like this — right after catching him off guard. it’s a rare moment, terribly precious. something to savour.

gojo doesn’t let it linger, though. 

after a moment of two, he scoffs — turning away yet again. a soft, soft pout on his lips.

”obviously not,” he huffs, sounding nothing but irritated, resting his jaw on the heel of his palm. ”but with how sensitive you are, i wouldn’t be surprised.”

usually, a comment like that would irk you. now it just makes you giggle, lightheartedly — the tips of his ears turning redder at the sound. 

(he really isn’t so bad, after all.)

for a while, you don’t say anything else. afraid of ruining the tender atmosphere. you feel closer to gojo than ever before — and you wonder if maybe this is the gojo that geto sees. childish, but well meaning. arrogant and cocky, but oddly innocent. selfish — but not really. you’re starting to think that you may have been slightly off, with that one.

the strawberry milk on your tongue tastes sweet. a little sweeter than usual, though you choose not to dwell on it.

”hey,” you break the silence, surprising even yourself. the words fall from your lips like soft little breaths, rolling off your tongue like marbles pouring out of a glass bottle. ”i don’t dislike you, you know?”

it’s an impulsive admission. saying it out loud doesn’t feel wrong, though. maybe a little humiliating, sure, but not wrong. not dishonest.

you suspect that gojo may be looking at you, out of the corner of his eye, but you aren’t sure. after all, you’re vehemently avoiding his gaze — a little embarrassed by your own sincerity. 

he doesn’t know how to respond. you’re being strangely unpredictable, today, and it makes him feel unsure of himself. your tone is soft, almost friendly. he only ever hears it when you’re talking to shoko or geto.

not learning his lesson, gojo opts to tease you again. as always. afraid to let the silence linger for too long. it’s a halfhearted attempt, though, more of a vaguely amused huff than anything. 

”what, got a crush on me or somethin’?”

this time, you don’t scoff, or roll your eyes, or give him an earnest fuck right off. you only chuckle, in a way that almost borders on fond. you’re not one to tease, contrary to the boy on your left, but your words are teasing even still. ”i have better taste than that.” 

gojo should be irked, should grumble and bite back, but you don’t give him the chance to. 

”i just… you know,” you taste the words on your tongue. ”i still think you’re annoying. and childish.” gojo huffs, and your lips curl up. ”but i really don’t dislike you.”

you take a sip of the strawberry milk, before continuing, hoping it’ll make the words easier to say. ”… and it’s not like i know you, anyway. so i’m sorry for making a bunch of assumptions.” 

a pause. for a split second, you quiet down, a little flustered. gnawing on your bottom lip.

”… that’s all i wanted to say,” you exhale, gaze glued to your lap. feeling a heat on your nape.

as always, you can’t tell what gojo’s thinking. out of the corner of your eye, you try to catch a glimpse of his face, but you have a nagging suspicion that it wouldn’t tell you anything anyway. his eyes are hidden by those sunglasses, after all, acting as a wall between him and the rest of the world. so you don’t know if the words reach him, if they mean anything at all. 

but you hope they do. even as you brush cherry petals and non-existent dust off your lap, and get up to leave.

gojo just sits there, for a second, deep in contemplation. 

he tries to bury a certain thought, before it has a chance to reach his frontal cortex — before he has to accept that it exists. only this time, he doesn’t succeed. the words die before they reach his tongue, but he hears them, in his head. he hears them loud and clear.

and he flushes under the light of the sun.

(i don’t really dislike you, either.) 

what actually ends up leaving his throat is merely a scoff, so faint he doubts you even hear it. 

”whatever,” he mutters, hoping it’ll come across as cool and unbothered. it doesn’t.

one last smile reaches your face, before you head back inside. gojo stays behind, on the bench, lost in thought.

tossing the now-empty carton into a trash can, you try to calm yourself down. feeling oddly excited, as if you’ve reached something, the start of an eventual conclusion. something worth cherishing.

you still don’t understand satoru gojo. but you get the impression that you just grew a little bit closer to him. there are layers to him, more than what meets the eye, hidden behind those sunglasses of his. you can only imagine what the world might look like, from his perspective. what you look like, reflected in his eyes, a blur of colours and facial features, sparks and dots.

you wonder if the whole world looks like a painting, to him. 

you feel a little ashamed, for thinking you had him all figured out. a spoiled, self-centered rich kid, with no functional empathic abilities. it might be partially true, but you’ll have to reevaluate the statement. to see how well it holds up. you still don’t think his emotional intelligence is anything to gawk at, but you may have been underestimating it. it’s there, despite everything — in those eyes, in that single carton of strawberry milk.

you think there’s a certain maturity, there, in spite of his childishness. or perhaps the latter is no more than a product of the former, a way for damaged children to dress their wounds. the way he carries himself and the way he speaks both seem a bit forced. like he’s used to performing, used to moving in a way that demands attention. all eyes on him, at all times. 

you think that sounds just a little exhausting. 

even as you return to the safety of your dorm room, you still can’t help but wonder. there’s still so much you don’t know. despite the moment you shared, and the connection you think may be growing between you, he’s still so out of reach. almost lonely, in a way. you wonder what he looks like, when he’s alone, when there’s no one around to perform for. 

(what is an actor without their audience?)

and, despite everything, after all is said and done — you really, really don’t understand satoru gojo. not at all, not in the slightest. not one bit.

but you think you’d maybe like to.

[snaillock]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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[demonsslayersstuff]

Hair Washing (Levi Ackerman x Gender Neutral Reader)

Description: Just a little slice of life story about helping Levi wash his hair post war.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, nudity, suggestive content (nothing too graphic), and comfort.

A/N: Here’s the first of my end of the year fics that I am writing. I’ve always liked the idea of a soft Levi so I decided to go with that in this fic. Anyway Enjoy!

P.S: Working on chapter 7 of my Gojo fic so keep your eyes open for that!

You hear the all too familiar clatter of what you assume is the shampoo bottle followed by the not so quiet, “Fuck”, that spills out of Levi’s mouth. It had been a never ending battle for Levi in these past few weeks, trying and often failing to shower properly on his own. His injured leg made it near impossible to stand anymore and his lack of fingers on his one hand made gripping soapy slick things extremely difficult.

You sigh, before going to stand awkwardly at the door too afraid to knock. Levi and you had argued bitterly about this predicament, while he was grateful for your offer of help, he didn’t want to feel like an invalid. You respected his feelings and were supportive of him doing things on his own. In fact, you’d always let Levi do things on his own, only helping when he begrudgingly asked you for assistance (after failing to complete the task multiple times on his own).

But today you as you stand near the door you feel a difference in the air, hear a quiet cry of pain and you decide then and there you were done with this situation the two of you were in. You fling the bathroom open and catch the grimace of pain on Levi’s face that he was trying to mask. “I thought I told you that I can do it-”, Levi starts, anger clear in his tone, but for once you don’t care and soon two words that you never thought you’d say to your partner roll off your tongue. “Shut up”, you tell him before you lean down to grab the shampoo bottle you knew he had desperately been trying to pick up, before placing carefully back in its usual place as you flick the shower off for a moment.

Levi stares at you with a shocked expression, eyes blown wide open. In all the years of being in the Scout Regiment together he knew you to be a bit temperamental at times, but never once had you ever spoken back towards a higher ranking official. He watches as you run your palm over your face, fingers rubbing the sides of your temple and sigh, a clear indication of your frustration. “Levi, I know you can do it on your own, I do”, you begin after you remove your fingers from your head, your eyes locking with his.

“You are and will always be one of the strongest people I know. But remember sometimes even the strongest need help and there’s no shame in that”, you finish, tone a bit softer. You watch as Levi huffs before closing his eyes for a long time as he was trying to think of a counter argument. You use the opportunity to squat down near the stool he was sitting on before reaching out to gently cup his cheek, your movements forcing him to open his eyes. “I have an idea in mind, a sort of compromise if you’re willing to hear it?”, you ask him, your voice gone of any previous anger. You so desperately wanted to help him and fighting wasn’t going to solve this.

“Well seeing as you told me to shut up, I don’t really have a choice”, Levi gruffly responds. Your cheeks go red with embarrassment, guilty that you’d let your anger get the best of you. However you hear the lingering trace of cheekiness in his words and know that he’d forgiven you. “Listen, how about for the next few weeks I help you shower”, you start, but Levi doesn’t look too happy with your words. “Let me finish”, you tell him with steely eyes and watch as Levi swallows whatever words were in his mouth. You grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze before continuing. “As I was saying, I’ll help you shower the next few weeks. But during that time we’ll see what we need to change about the bathroom in order to make showering alone easier for you to do”, you finish with a small smile on your face.

You watch has Levi ponders your suggestion. It was a fair idea, he had to admit and if the two of you managed to change up the bathroom to be more accessible, then he’d be able to gain a sense of independence he’d been trying retain. “Ok, let’s do it”, Levi finally says and you jump up with an excited squeal as Levi sighs quietly, though there was a barely there smile that graced his features. “Now, may help you?”, you ask Levi sweetly. He nods his head in ascent and you get straight to work…by taking off your own clothes.

“What are you doing?”, Levi questions, the tips of his ears turning the faintest shade of pink. “Oh please, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before, if I remember correctly last night you were the one practically begging me to lose my clothes”, you quip back, making his ears turn a darker shade of pink. “Besides I don’t want my clothes getting wet”, you continue before turning on the warm water. “You could have just started with that”, Levi mutters though his good eye clung to the curvature of your body, a sight that would never bore him. You were the most beautiful thing on the planet and as you lean down to kiss his forehead, Levi begins to question why the two of you have never showered together in the first place. My stubborn pride, he muses internally.

“Ok, what’s the most difficult thing for you?”, you question as you move to turn the water warmer, the temperate spray falling on both of your bodies. “Reaching for things”, Levi admits honestly, though his tone was thick with embarrassment, which you politely ignored. “Could you please reach for the shampoo so I can make a note of where we need to move the shelf?”, you ask him softly as the water continues trickle down your bodies, its heat creating a steam that swirled around the room. You watch carefully as Levi moves his arm and you make a mental note of where it hovers in the air. “Thanks, I’m gonna start washing your hair”, you murmur as you grab the shampoo, slathering the soap in your hands.

Once they are covered in suds you place your hands onto Levi’s head, fingers working with a meticulous pace as you work the soap into his dark locks and onto his scalp. Levi leans his head back slightly, lost in the touch of your fingers on his head, he moans quietly as your fingers scratch around his ears in a delicate manner. Levi cracks an eye open, to look up at you, your head blocking the water that falls from the shower head. His good eye focuses on your face, capturing the determined yet, soft expression of your face as you continue to wash his hair. Levi can only guess the look on your eyes was the overwhelming love you had for him, something that makes his heart beat a little faster.

You catch his eye watching you, causing you to give him light smile before you lean down and capture his lips with a soft chaste kiss. “Let’s rinse your hair now”, you tell him as you move your head out of the way, letting the water fall across Levi’s face and hair. Your fingers work quickly to rinse out the soap as they thread through his hair, though you are mindful of the potential knots your fingers catch from the earlier scrubbing. You move to stand in front of Levi, hands moving to cup his neck gingerly as you straighten his posture. “Ok, body washing time”, you begin, but Levi cuts you off. “Wait”, he mumbles quietly, voice nearly catching in his throat. You look at him, eyebrows raised, your question spoken through your eyes. “I want to wash your hair”, Levi tells you, voice firm, though his face holds a different emotion.

“Ok”, you murmur as Levi hands come to grip your waist, pulling you onto to his lap. Your thighs come to rest against his hips as your feet rest on the tile floor, brushing up against the stool’s legs. Your hands are splayed on Levi’s shoulders as you straddle his waist, your ass firmly planted on his strong thighs. The two of you get lost in the intimate embrace for a moment, his stormy blue eye holding your own eyes at attention. Levi uses this opportunity to then softly brush his lips against your own, a small gesture riddled with so many unspoken words. Soft Levi was his way of expressing his love without him having to explicitly state it. Your hands release their hold on his shoulders as they creep up back into his wet locks, your arms moving his neck forward gently forcing his face closer. You part your lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, moaning faintly as his tongue swipes against your own. Levi’s grip on your waist tightens, his internal battle of desire brooding on the surface. As much as he’d love to take you here and now, Levi knew that intimacy wasn’t just sex, it was other things, so he resolved to complete his stated task.

With a hushed sigh, Levi begrudgingly pulls away from your heady lips. “Let me wash your hair”, Levi reminds you as he pecks your nose for a brief second, letting you catch your breath. You let out a muffled “Mhmm”, as you grab the shampoo bottle, pouring out more soap, this time into Levi’s palm. You duck your head down as Levi’s fingers work the soap into your hair. You close your eyes as his fingers massage your temple silently, the only sound that could be heard was the water steadily rolling down into the drain. When he was finished, Levi’s fingers moved to help rise the suds from your hair as the still warm water continued to flow across your bodies, almost as if the two of you had been caught in a warm summer rain shower.

Once Levi had completed his task, you reach to grab the body soap, lathering your hands as you rubbed the bar between your fingers. You stand, sad as you removed yourself from your comfortable position on Levi’s lap, but as much as you wanted to remain there and kiss him senseless, the two had now been in the shower for quite some time, your pruned fingers a clear indication of just how long you’d be in the water. “Ready?”, you ask him as you lean down, hands freely roaming his body, layering his skin with a delicate line of soap. Levi wraps his arms on your shoulder as you carefully hoist him up for a moment, allowing himself to clean the parts of him that he couldn’t whilst he was sitting down.

As Levi rinses his body you work quickly to wash your own body before rinsing off yourself, letting the last of the warmth wrap you into a gentle embrace before you finally turned off the water. You step out of the shower to grab two towels from the cabinet across from the sink, handing Levi one before wrapping the fluffy fabric around your body. You watch Levi dry himself of, eyes continuously trained on his sculpted body. “What?”, he asks, bringing you back to attention. “Nothing…I just…you’re, striking”, you mumble, before turning away to dry your hair. Your words cling to Levi, he enjoyed making you flustered, but this time he felt something deeper within your words.

“Thank you”, Levi murmurs as the two of you finish getting dressed, you helping him sit down in his wheelchair. “You don’t need to thank me”, you tell him, picking up the dirty clothes and towels before placing them in the hamper. “No, I do, I’ve been stubborn about this for a while, but today was nice”, Levi continues, sincerity laced in his words. “You’re welcome”, you answer back. “Now, what do you want for dinner?”, you ask him, stepping out of the bathroom. You hear Levi sigh, “No way in hell am I letting you cook again”, he calls after you. You laughter rings through your home and as Levi follows you into the kitchen he can’t help be feel a sense of gratefulness that this is the life he gets to lead now.

[mari-the-bimbo]

Bro ceo gojo but he is going thru a shitty day and is angry!

CEO Gojo: shitty days

A/N: Happy holidays everyone!! I’m back with some fics!! 💗

“Sir there’s a presentation by the financial analyst you need to attend, we’re 5 mins late and-“

“Get somebody else to do it” he quickly dismisses the employee. Huffing as he enters his office instead.

The hottest, coolest and carefree boss becomes everyone’s worst nightmare when he’s in a bad mood.

Whether it was his car breaking down on the way to work, or the legal dispute with another company, or the shitty outcome of the morning meeting, it definitely equaled enough to be a bad day.

On top of that, his pretty secretary was no where to be found.

“And where the fuck is y/n????” He asks, turning his head only sideways with a scowl.

“Y/n is liaising with the associates from the morning meeting sir” another assistant tells Gojo. In order words, you were doing damage control after Gojo’s angry blast at the associates. Icy blues glaring into your soul as he tells you how useless you are must be tough.

His head is rolled back as he sighs frustratedly. “Bring her back right now”

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A gentle knock sounds his office door. You walk in cautiously, wearing Gojo’s favourite black dress and your hair curled just how he likes it. Unfortunately, he missed out on this gorgeous sight as he back was turned in his office chair, his large pale hand swirling the scotch in his glass.

“You called sir?”

“Lock the door” he demands, putting you on edge, nevertheless you comply.

You never actually witnessed Gojo angry before, so not knowing where you stand left you anxious.

“Come here doll” he says monotonously.

Your heels click against the floor as you walk up to the angry CEO, standing next to his seated figure. His handsome but annoyed face stares out the big glass window.

You stare at him apprehensively before a tiny gasp leaves your mouth when, Gojo didn’t stop himself from grabbing your hips despite his foul mood. He fondles you sides before speaking “you don’t have to do damage control of my behalf doll”

Your eyes soften at your boss, your heart filled with love knowing his temper doesn’t affect his affection for you. You place your manicured hand (paid by Gojo of course) on his shoulder, massaging him ever so gently, causing the man to groan in satisfaction.

You bit your lips at his suggestive sounds, trying not to get distracted.

“Feeling better sir?”

He hums. “I’d feel ever better if you sat on my lap doll”. You softly laugh before complying with your boss’s wishes.

You blush as you sat on his muscular thighs. He lays back on the chair to get a better look of your bashful face, making him chuckle.

“Even better now?” You tease back with big doe eyes staring up at him. He smiles, “much better, but where were you huh? Don’t you know you’re my antidote for when i don’t feel good?” He says, taking your chin in his hold.

You smile bashfully “aww I’m sorry sir, but I’m here now right?” you say, blinking up at him so cutely, knowing he was putty in your hands. He sighs dreamily, you really were his angel, what would he do without a pretty thing like you by his side?

You pat his shoulders “alright, let me make you some tea to calm you” you suggest sweetly, attempting to leave his hold, but his muscular arms only tighten around your waist in response.

“Uh uh where do you think you’re going pretty girl?” He said, one eyebrow raised. “You’re staying right here” he says, pulling you impossibly closer against his body.

“But-“

“Shhhh” he says as you gasp at the feeling of a big hand crawling up your dress, “come on doll~ you’ve been away from me all this time, make it up to me yeah?” he whispers against your soft cheek.

Thank god the door was locked.

[rmaee]

𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚄𝙿

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where gojo comes to your door begging for your help after a nasty encounter with a curse. however, it leads to something more...

w/c - 965, just something cute i wanted to write!🥰 it is my first little fic so please leave some comments or suggestions, it is all appreciated!

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"Satoru Gojo, are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“(Name), you know I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You could’ve literally knocked on any door but mine”

He chuckles slightly, moving into the room, “Yeah, but I know even if you don’t want me here you’ll still let me in and patch me up.”

You make a serious face at him, almost threatening, wishing he would return to his own room, or anywhere but yours, as he journeys to the bathroom. 

“Gojo, I’m meant to be getting my precious beauty sleep, and you’re disturbing it. You’re gonna owe me for this”

“Nah, I don’t think I will, you’ll forgive me once you’re done” He states with a cocky grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and let him lead you into the bathroom. He instantly slouches against the counter as you begin to pull the first aid kit out from under the sink, reliving the situation that has occurred many times before. He begins to unravel his bandages, revealing a large amount of cuts around his eyes and nose. Not to mention the large one you had spotted on his abdomen as he deliriously stumbled into your room. You take a moment to admire Gojo in this state, not many being able to see him like this, so serene, so - vulnerable. 

“Will you quit staring at me? Might start believing you’re in love with me or something.”

You scoff and pull him by the arm towards the toilet seat and gently push him to sit, making sure you have the height to reach his wounds. 

“This might sting, you know?” You anxiously say, leaning towards his face with the cotton in one hand, alcohol in the other. 

“As if, you should see the other guy anyway..” He says, chuckling to himself. 

You shake your head and begin to dab his cuts with the cotton, him only slightly wincing at the pain. It takes you a while to tend to all of the wounds on his face, and then ask him if there’s anything else. He glances down towards his ribs and you instantly get the message.

“Lift up your shirt Gojo” 

“Woah, at least take me to dinner first (Name)” he says with a smirk curling on his face.

“You knew this would happen as soon as you stepped your ass into that mission didn’t you, Satoru?” you tut, “Always got some sort of motive, I should have known” 

He shakes his head in disbelief but begins to drag his shirt up his torso, exposing the horrible bruising you can already see starting to bloom over his skin. You shudder at the sight, realising you might not be able to do anything except ice it. 

“Ok Gojo, cmon, we’re going back to the living room. You need some ice on this bruise or we won’t see any improvements” He begins to rise off of the toilet seat as you say this, him flipping the situation so that he towers over you. 

He slings his tall body through the door frame and into your living room, flopping down on the sofa, and then realising his mistake when he makes a soft grunting noise, accidentally jolting his ribs. You grab the bag of peas out of the freezer, seeing it as your only substitute for the lack of ice pack and walk towards Gojo. You sit down next to him and slowly bring his shirt up to where it was before, and lay the peas against his bruise. He flinches as the cold hits his inflamed skin, but begins to relax as he feels relief seep into his skin.

“Y’know for the title world’s strongest, you really are a big baby”

“Shut the fuck up (Name), you know I’m sensitive to the cold”

You chuckle at him and continue to soothe his tender skin, but you can feel his gaze roaming over you. You tentatively glance up and his eyes instantly lock on yours. You don’t know quite how long the eye contact lasts, but it begins to set your skin alight. You feel your cheeks flush, whilst Gojo continues to stare unwavering. 

“Gojo, what?”

It takes a while for him to finally reply, but when he does, the words were something you could have never expected.

“Can I not admire a pretty girl while she tends to me?”

While he looks so unbothered, your heart pounds rapidly, the warmth from your palm in stark contrast to the freezing peas you keep holding against Satoru’s skin.

“What?”

“I said,” He moves closer towards you, your push against his skin loosening, “Can I not admire a pretty girl while she tends to me?”

He grabs the wrist of your hand that holds the peas and moves them from in between you both, placing them on the floor, all whilst holding the same intense eye contact that sparks a feeling in your gut. He leans closer still with a strong hold on your wrist moving his arm along the inside of yours.

“Satoru,” you whisper “What are you doing..”

“Just let me try something”

As he finishes his sentence, you feel his breath ghost over your lips, before they lock onto yours, and he moves his hand towards the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. Your head is reeling as you come to your senses and give Gojo just as much as he is putting into this kiss. Your lips languidly move together, a sense of relief flooding your body as you feel it take a weight off your shoulders, but at the same time all you want is more. Satoru finally pulls back for air, as you try to chase his lips.

“Woah woah, slow down sweetheart, we haven’t even got started yet”

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[bredstick]

I love Gojo x male reader. There should be more :( I’m tired of all those gn reader fics that turn out to be female reader…

Gojo Satoru x male reader

SO TRUE!! I keep seeing them and it always dissapoints me so so much:(. Anyway, here's a little something for my male reader gojo lovers out there ;)

Gojo realises you're overworked

There's always been some work for you to do in your minimum wage job, but recently it became too much to handle. Paper work, people making fun of you and bringing even more work to your desk... it was all too much, really.

Gojo hasn't been home in a while because of a trip with his students for some kind of "training trip" or whatever he was blabbering about... it made you curious though. Why go so far away for a simple training week?

Opening your eyes, you realize you dozed off at your desk at work, mumbling curses under your breath- today Gojo was coming home-- or well,, came home already. He must be worried about you. Reaching out for your phone next to all the paperwork, you quickly check it in panic. No phonecalls whatsoever. It was almost midnight.

You worry even more- did you upset him?? Or did his travel back to you get delayed?? You were confused. Checking the texts he sent and confirming that today was the day he'd get home, you take your things and quickly hurry home, almost jogging your way down the streets.

Fumbling your keys, you try to open the door, but you realize it's already open- this made you susspicious, since you always double check if your door is locked. Silently stepping inside the house and making a mini weapon with your keys and forming a fist, you look around.. nothing out of the ord-

""HELLOOOO HANDSOME!! YOUR DEAR HUSBAND IS BACCKK- OUGHMHMHDK""

You punch his gut from the surprise, regretting it instantly,, "OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT OPEN YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT" complaining loudly with the embarrassment visible on your face, Gojo laughs at you. Laughs straight in your face, as he isn't phased about the punch at all.

"Do I need to remind you that I have infinity on?" he says, smug look on his face. He pranked you.

I swear I'll wipe that little smug of your face someday when I catch you offguard punk!! You say in your mind, while you croutch down with your face beetroot red, ready to die in a hole. "I'll save you the embarrassment and move on. How are you? How was your day? What did you do?" He smiles, finally looking fully at your face. Your eyebags were so so visible, your hair wasn't kept neat like he remembered, and you just looked,, unhappy. He didn't like it one bit.

"You know what... let's not talk about our days right now. You look exhausted dear.. let's get my boy to bed, okay?" he says, his voice softer and more tender. You look up at him, shocked on how well he read your desires you didn't even have time to tell. You stood up and just nodded, not saying a word-there's no words neccesary anyway.

He hugs you- genuinely and tightly, warmth embracing your body. You forgot how it felt really.

You noticed you shed a tear, one singular tear, forgetting how you actually missed his touch, his soft spoken words. Work has surrounded you in a tight grip, making you focus on just that, nothing more.

You smiled in content, and he picked you up by your thighs, slowly walking to the bedroom you two share.

He helped you dress up in your bed clothes, and helped you with your hygene routine- he kept yapping about "not taking care of yourself" and "you need to be good to myself or he'll ground me". You weren't even listening, the only thing in your mind was how you can't wait to have someone by your side again.

Your husband, your one and only, Gojo Satoru.

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Thank you for reading this!!! If you want more, please specify what to write about with the certain character(s) :))) if anyone has any recommendations, please tell me! I'm new to this after all.

[kirikeijii]

So based on jjk, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and Nanami with bondage and gags please? In the fic, Gojo interrupts Nanami's day off by insisting they do something exciting and sexy. So Nanami gets the idea to have him tied up, tape gagged and locked in a closet to ignore him. He even applies several vibrating toys on Gojo to keep him busy. What do you think?

ᯓ★ Sorry this took so long but school is starting again, you ask and you shall receive <3

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭

Dom ! Nanami x sub ! Gojo

Synopsis: The one day Nanami can rest for the week is his day off, but when a certain someone starts taking that away, Nanami tries to shut him up.

ᯓ★ MDNI

cw: anal fucking, tied up, vibrator in the ass, gagging, masturbating, overstimulation small spaces, cock ring, ass plug, not proofread

"What day is it. . ?" Nanami whispered to himself, his eyes blinking twice before it fully opened. He looked at his nightstand and grabbed his cell to check the date. August 10, Saturday. "Finally, a day to myself." The blonde smiled softly, eyes closed.

After a few minutes, Nanami decided to get up and do his daily routine. When he went inside the shower the door to his apartment opened, but he already turned on the shower so he didn't hear it. After 20 minutes when Nanami got out of the bathroom, he was met with a white-haired man with sparkling blue eyes.

"Satoru, what are you doing here?" He walked past his bed to get clothes from his closet. "I know it's your day off, but I really need you right now. . ." Hands crept up from Nanami's back to his shoulder giving him chills. "Satoru, I'm tired. Maybe next time." He waved the blue-eyed man off of him.

"Nanami~ Please, I need you so bad. . ." Satoru whispered in his ear. A gasp came out of Nanami's mouth when he felt a hand on his cock before quickly holding it to stop. 'All right, you wanna have some fun. . ? Let's do it." His voice was in a low monotone. You could see Satoru's eyes sparkle when he agreed to it. "But first, I wanna surprise you. . . That's why you're gonna wear this blindfold, okay?"

In excitement, Satoru nodded and obeyed Nanami. Satoru sat on his bed blindfolded while Nanami prepared his surprise for him. A light chuckle came out of his mouth knowing damn well he's the only one who's gonna be having fun. "You ready?" The blonde asked and got a desperate hum in response.

Satoru thought he was gonna get back shots but he gasped when he felt two small items plugged up his ass. "Ahh- Nanami, what is that. . ?" Satoru bit his finger trying to keep his moans in check. "Shh. . . Like I said we're gonna have fun." Satoru heard Nanami say when he was suddenly pulled back. He felt his hands and feet getting tied together.

"Nanami-!" Before he could even speak he felt something circling around his cock. "Nanami- what are you doing?" His breath hitched. "I'm having fun, like I said." He took out two controllers turning them on at the same time. The moment he did that, Satoru was moaning like crazy, his breath unstable, tears going down his cheeks. Nanami then picks him up, throwing him in his closet. "Nanami- ah- Where'd you bring me? Ahh-"

"Nowhere far. . . Just my closet. ." The blonde said before peeling off a piece of duct tape. "You're so loud you know. . ? If someone knocked on my door they'd hear you." Nanami grabbed Satoru's face which was filled with tears and saliva. "Here, maybe it'll make you just a little quiet." He slapped a duck tape onto his face.

"Such a fuckin' brat. . Can't even wait for me to get dressed. Tsk." Nanami grabbed a set of clothes and closed the closet leaving Satoru with his muffled pleadings. Nanami got changed with no problem and headed to the living room with two remotes in his hand and proceeded to read.

Eventually, reading got a bit boring. Nanami decided to play a little and turned up the vibrators to a higher setting. That's when he heard Satoru's loud moans from his bedroom. A sly smirk came out of his face before groaning because he'd be lying if he said that didn't make him hard. The sound of Satoru's moans was music to his ears.

"Fuck." He gave in to the temptation removed his pants and began to move his hands up and down, his hands already moving smoothly because of the pre cum on his tip. Nanami still wasn't satisfied with what he was hearing, he wanted Satoru begging to stop it and fuck him already, so he turned the vibrator's settings to the highest.

Just as he wished, Satoru was moaning uncontrollably and loudly. Nanami could imagine him cumming, but due to overstimulation, he can't stop. Nanami was getting closer to release, groaning profanities, whispering the white-haired boy's name like some kind of prayer.

Hot white liquid came out of his cock before gasping at his release. "Shit-" He quickly stood up cleaning it. After a few hours, he finally decided to check on the gagged-up boy. Unsurprisingly, when he opened his closet there was cum all over his closet wall and on the inside of the closet door.

"Fuck, who said you could make a mess in my closet? I store my clean clothes here ya' know?" Nanami teased the poor man, putting his index finger on top of cock and lifting it up and down his leftover cum sticking on Nanami's finger. Satoru could only whimper in response, so tired from overstimulation and cumming for the nth time.

Nanami decides to take off Satoru's blindfold to find his eyes in pure ecstasy. "You learned your lesson yet..?" Nanami raised an eyebrow grabbing him by the neck. When Satoru nodded desperately, "Good boy." Nanami picked him up onto the bed, untying and removing everything in him, and gave him a good fuck as his reward for being so obedient to Nanami.

ᯓ★ Shi was crazy. Anyway, I hope you like this :') Thank you for reading<3 | Masterlist

[aspaceformbf]

Stardew Boyfriend Mod Ideas Yet Again!

Apparently there are mods where you can marry other characters in Stardew Valley.. so it IS possible!

I know i wrote some fics detailing what yb would be like as a stardew companion, but they are a bit too detailed and might not be easy to turn into a mod.

I think the gojo mod just adds the heart events and marriage stuff. YB is already in love with you so I like the idea that each heart event is actually YOU liking and trusting him more, like a reverse dating sim.

Fic 1

Fic 2

Or check the #stardew tag

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If You're Married to Someone Else

Him killing off characters you're dating or married to might be a lot of programming so maybe just dialogue of him being sad and going

"I would get rid of them if i could.."

If he has 6 of your hearts or above he would be like

"i'm the better option, we both know that..."

Actually.. there might be an easier way to go about this..

What if the NPC you married resets to zero hearts a few days after marriage? They still exist in the game and do their usual routines but the option to date them is locked.

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After marriage, yb goes silent for a while or says stuff like

"they don't deserve you.."

"they stole you from me.."

"I will fix this, don't worry.."

And then boom, you're unmarried.

Thing is you can still date and marry other characters, just not the one that yb has already "taken care of"

The cycle just continues if you keep trying that.. you marry.. you get unmarried, and eventually more and more NPCs get locked off dating until there's only him left

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YB "Taking Care" of Your Spouses

One day you wake up and your partner is not there. You walk out of the house and there's a dialogue saying

"Where did they go?"

You are still "married" when you check your status

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If you find your married partner where they usually are at 0 zero hearts and talk to them, you will get an extra dialogue/monologue going

"Why are they acting like they don't know me?"

You can keep talking to them and they just give their usual dialogues and you get extra monologues like

"Is this some kind of prank? Knock it off!" "What are you doing here? Come home.." "Stop acting so cold.." "What's going on??"

If you don't bump into them and end the day, when you go to bed you will get a monologue saying

"That's weird.. I didn't see them today.."

If you bump into yb

"I had to do this"

"They are out of the way now.. you will understand soon enough"

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By the third day, your monologues escalate to stuff like

"So we're really over huh.." "This isn't funny anymore.. if you don't come home soon, we are done"

If you talk to yb by the second day, he will tell you that you're not married anymore and that you and him can "continue loving each other"

After five days your status goes back to unmarried, your ex reverts to 0 hearts and you can date other characters (yb) now

If you try to give them a bouquet again at 8 hearts, you get dialogue like

"They don't seem interested" "They turned it down" "I'm not going through this again"

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Other Mod Features

Sometimes the day starts with his sprite next to your bed. He runs off as you wake up.

You get gifts from him in the mailbox.

He gives you common items like forages or berries or fish sometimes when you talk to him. The chances of him giving you flowers are pretty high.

After starting a game with him, you receive two roses in your mailbox. He approaches you with a bouquet. He tries to hug you but your character doesn't know him and steps away.

He looks stunned

"..."

His confusion changes to a smiling sprite

"Oh I get it. I need to earn your affection! Don't worry love, I will prove my love to you!"

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Q : High Value Items

What if he gives you high value items every other day.. or maybe once a week, so people can't exploit it? 

Imagine if he gives you a gold tool or something hard to get early on if you're lucky enough

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I'm not sure if he would give you tools above your current progress level, I mean it's something to consider since he would do it if he could. It would  screw up the pacing of the game though.

Tumblr lore states he is stable financially but he's not FILTHY rich so.. I like to think of him leveling with you. His gifts start off relatively simple and not like.. game breaking.

So expensive and powerful tools could be something he gives you once you reach a certain level or milestone.

Maybe a dialogue option where you can let him know what kind of gifts you prefer? Or something that toggles if he would give you something WAY above your current level?

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Q : Existing Children

What if I already have a child with the npc, does the child get dismissed?

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Maybe you can't get a child with anyone other than yb in this mod. When you apply to adopt, the adoption process gets delayed or you find that none of the adoption agencies are responding to you?

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Q : i already have a kid with maru tho

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Probably need a new save file I guess. Or.. 

One way to do this without really breaking the game is if the kid disappears when you add the mod to your existing save file.

You receive a letter in the mailbox reassuring you that your kid is safe. Yeah he kidnaps the child.

Or the kid just stays with you and you're a single parent after he "deals" with your current marriage partner.

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Q : the kid could be scared of him

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Does the kid have much dialogue in the game? Game wise the kid just disappears and reappears after you marry him.

If there's dialogue involved, it could be a game breaking event where they just act as if yb has been their dad the whole time.

[kamiversee]

When are the next two chapters coming out? Of course NO RUSH i love your writing so much im just curious!!💕💕 Also i was wondering what other type of stories have u done? i really wish i found you on wattpad first TFL IS AMAZINGGG

Not sure yet but soon 😸

Hmm well, my first official fic ever was a reverse harem blue lock fic💀 it’s still on wp now but I absolutely hate it sm & find it cringe…

Then I had a bunch of other blue lock stories, two of which I loved sm got deleted! And as of now I only have my Shidou Ryusei fic from tht era that I’ll bring here one day :)

Thennn I have a Choso/Sukuna fic coming soon, it was previously Yuji & Choso buuuut I js cant see myself writing smut for Yuji even aged up so I changed it😭

After that I have other stuff I’m halfway planning out; An office men jjk fic, a cowboy gojo fic, like three suguru fics that I need to figure out which one I’ll actually write, etc 🤷‍♀️

My wattpad era was fun while it lasted but HEY glad u found me here!!

[elmoslungcancer]

The ways in which you talk to me

Have me wishin' I were gone

Can be seen as a Geto x reader fic if you want

Gn reader can be seen as male reader too, I also use the word You a lot.

Kinda a continuation of my last Gojo fic shitty grammar and long ass paragraphs.

You were jealous of Geto. You were upset he was able to take Gojo away from you. You had plans with gojo? Oh to bad he cancelled last second, because Geto needed something. When Gojo had told you that him and Geto were dating your heart shattered, but it's your fault after all you should've seen it when your plans went to shit. So to distract yourself from the pain you distanced yourself from the group.

Shoko knew why you were distancing yourself, Gojo didn't notice that much though as long as he had someone he pinned after why would it matter. He did notice it after he tried to talk to you, responding with you have to go somewhere or else you'll be late and leave him with his mouth agape. Why should he feel hurt he did the same after all.

Maybe Geto knew that you liked Gojo, scratch that he knew. Everytime you were talking to Gojo he would come up asking if he could talk to Gojo. Of course Gojo was already up ready to walk away but turned around as if he's asking if he go for a quick second. You knew it wouldn't be a quick second that he wouldn't be back, but who were you to stop him?

Why are you rudely awakened by the banging on your front door. You wanted to go back to sleep, but it seems like whoever is at the door is persistent on wanting you to open up. So you do just that and open the door, but your stomach drops at the sight of him. Why is Geto at your door? To rub it in your face some more that he stole the one you pinned after? You weren't interested.

As you slam the door ready to lock it he shoves his foot last minute, you open it back up ready to cuss him out, but then you see two children by him. He let out a small "please" so you let them inside you don't know how long the girls have been walking for. As they walk in you close and lock the door behind you, "You can sit on the couch I do have a spare room you guys can use. I also hope you guys don't mind sleeping on a couple of blankets for now." You say as you walk towards your storage closet to grab a bunch of blankets.

Once you laid out all the blankets and having to go back to the closet for some pillows their "bed" is all set up. While walking back into the living room you see that the girls are passed out. " Go down the hall to the second door on the left is the room you guys can sleep in. How long will you be staying?" Asked in a hushed voice you don't want to wake the girls up.

"The kitchen is to the right of you; cups, and mugs are in the right cabinet plates, and bowls are in the left. The guest bathroom doesn't have a shower but mine does so when you need to let me know. Snacks are in the pantry if they get hungry." After telling him the basics you're about to walk down the hall to the comfort of your. "I know I've asked for a lot, but would you be able to help me carry one of them?"

He looks up at you then looks back down to the orange haired girl and strokes her hair at a slow but soothing pace."Just enough to where I can be able to find a place to support us. Then we'll be out of your hair if that isn't too much to ask?" Looking up at you with pleading eyes you can't help but sigh. You want to kick him out, but the girls seem to have gone through so much, they would most likely be safer here than where he would have been if you hadn't let them stay.

Slowly turning around you walk back over to him he gets up holding the black haired girl close to his chest as he walks over to their room, you pick up the orange hair girl. You freeze for a bit as she moves a bit but then she wraps her arms around your neck. You coo a bit then walk to the room, you place her down next to what you assume as her sister and walk out to go to your room.

You feel at peace as you're finally able to lay down in your bed.

Ok that's it randomly thought of this even though barely anyone reads these lol.

[dateko]

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

a/n: requested by a sweet anon who enjoyed my bday fic! thank youu~~~

the little family you have is beyond dysfunctional. it’s almost as if you’re the only sane one. well, if you were to speak truthfully, megumi is the only sane one.

you’ve learned to grow immune to their squabbles, always fighting for your attention. you never pegged megumi as the clingy type, but with gojo around, he would do anything in his 9 year old power to outdo (actually, spite) him.

“i’m sitting in the front next to y/n.”

“not when you still need a car seat, big guy”

your baby megumi claims he hates gojo, but you always find him tucked away in your lover’s arms whenever you get home from work. sometimes, you’ll find the apartment in a disarray. you have to tiptoe your way across the nintendo DS game cards, legos, and pokemon cards on the floor. due to gojo being sooo overly booked and busy, megumi secretly wants to spend as much time with him as possible. many bonus points if you’re there, he isn’t able to hide a smile. 

in the kitchen on a particularly early sunday morning, you’re playfully bickering with your lover. gojo’s quick to place a dollop of whipped cream on your nose, causing you to gasp and threaten to take his tall plate of pancakes away. everyone knows you could never really get mad at gojo. your silly lover's quarrel gets interrupted by a small giggle from the dining room. a shy, poorly masked one. 

at the table, megumi is readily seated with his froggy plate and orange juice, a small grin on his face.

“hey! what’s so funny, megumi?” gojo asks, quickly wiping off the whipped cream after seeing you pout.

“you guys are weird.” the little one smiles, content with spending the morning this way. endless smiles and laughter he wouldn’t trade for anything else.

gojo loves kids. he’s giddy when megumi holds his hand when they walk across the street and he’s not one to stop himself to buy anything that reminds him of his son. despite his endless teasing and jabs at megumi, you can’t miss the way he looks at you whenever you’re with megumi. from helping him with math homework, playing with him and demon dog black in the backyard, and falling asleep with megumi on the couch, gojo knew he wanted something like this forever.

leaning against megumi’s bedroom doorframe, gojo watches you tuck megumi in for the night. he’s silent, listening to the story you tell ever so softly and his eyes follow the delicate hand you run through the small boy's dark locks. the chosen bedtime story for the night is one being told for the 5th time due to popular demand. you learn new things about megumi every day. him being interested in your love story was something you never expected, but then again he always surprises you. or maybe he just loves hearing about how you first defeated gojo during your time in high school.

“and… i think you already know this part.” you smile.

“i don’t remember it?”

“alright, so when i-”

“megumi, how long are you going to keep my wife hostage!” gojo interrupts, taking a seat beside you on his bed with a fake huff.

“mom’s telling me a story. get out.”

“aren’t you getting a little too old for that?”

seeing that the clock displayed a time that was way passed megumi’s bedtime, you get up from the bed and pull gojo with you. megumi’s duvet is pulled up to his chin and you press a feathery kiss on his forehead and one on his nose. “it’s getting late, ‘gumi. I promise to finish the story tomorrow, okay? sleep tight.”

gojo wraps his arms around your waist, grinning at megumi. “need a kiss from papa, too?”

“get out!” 

once in the comfort of your soft sheets and in each other’s limbs, gojo makes sure to tell you that he loves you and you feel as if this declaration is different from the countless other “i love you”’s. you never had to ask because you felt the same. you felt the same lingering angst in your heart. megumi was growing up too fast and you were both so desperate to give him a proper childhood. one he can cherish forever.

grocery shopping and doing chores with the two is chaotic. not only were you taking care of megumi, but you were also taking care and keeping a wide eye on gojo. he sneaks his favorite snacks in the cart when you’re not looking, but megumi is quick to place them back on the shelf. although you push the cart with a huff, the old ladies who tell you you have a nice family always bring back a smile to your face.

walking back towards the car, megumi is very adamant about helping. gojo gives him the lighter bags to carry and the boy is simply satisfied to be of use. you’re tempted to take a photo of the sight. megumi waddles thanks to the paper bag blocking his view and gojo is trailing behind, teasing megumi and reminding him not to drop the cookies. in the midst of your fit of giggles, you almost miss the elderly couple who walks by and smiles at the scene. “my, my! your son is a very good helper!”

behind the bag, megumi’s voice is muffled. “he’s not m-”

“thank you!” you cut off, taking the bag from megumi so he can pick up the pace. “he’s very sweet.”

you hear gojo whine behind you. “megumi-chan, what do you mean i’m not your dad! i practically raised you. who else do you think is responsible for your hairstyle?”

[septembersummer]

warmth

!! 18+ only; minors DNI !!

summary: Nanami is an alpha, and he's the very best at self restraint. You're an omega, and you need someone to look after you while you're in heat. I wonder what could go wrong here.

pairing: nanami x you

word count: 3.5k

cw: omegaverse, alphas, omegas, going into heat, triggering ruts, degradation, rough s*x

an's: my first ever nanami fic where he actually gets justice. he deserves this for real

links: wheel of fortune (ao3)

my long fics are all posted on ao3, so if you like my writing pls support me there :)

Nanami is not a cold man.

He might seem like it on the outside, because he has too much going on inside of his head to really show his warmth to other people, not that there was much warmth there to start with. But it is there.

For example, you know that he’s much more empathetic than Gojo, who tries his best, but it doesn’t come naturally to him the way that it comes to Nanami. Most of the people in this job become cold and brittle with time, as the deaths of their friends and the grim existence of curses eat away at their warmth until there’s nothing left but a husk. Cold, brittle, alone.

And Nanami, despite how hard he might try to convince you otherwise, is not cold nor brittle. That’s why you chose him to watch over you during this upcoming… sensitive time.

It happens every month or so, yours aren’t as regular as other omegas you know. Yours tends to hit you hard and fast, and it isn’t as predictable as your friends’ heats. Last month, for example, you were in the middle of a mission out in the field when you felt the familiar creeping of warmth up the back of your spine. It lingers in the pit of your stomach, ignites your skin inch by inch. Slowly, surely, it overtakes you– once a month, every month. Rinse and repeat. You go from a dignified woman who does an incredibly dangerous job which requires excellent physical prowess and mental stability to a mind-broken, lustful creature that wants nothing more than to gather all of her favorite things in her bed and get fucked until it’s over.

You want to mate. Like an animal.

It’s always made you sick. You’re one of the omegas who desperately wishes she were born an alpha, or even a beta. Alphas are easily tempted and often over-indulgent when they smell an omega, but at least they can live without fear of being taken advantage of when their rut hits. There’s no instances of omegas assaulting alphas when they’re in rut.

Beta would probably be best, though. No heat, no rut, no urges to be bred like a wild beast or to breed like a wild beast. They live life simply and quietly, and they marry each other with ease.

Alas, you are no alpha, and you are no beta, which is why you lay in bed this evening with four blankets, six pillows, three sweatshirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. The numbers are precise and exact, no more and no less. You’ve arranged them three times, you’ll do it again.

The heat is tingling at the base of your neck already. You move to wipe a bit of sweat that’s just starting to gather at your brow, and you know that you’re starting to smell. You’ve heard that the smell of an omega who’s about to go into heat is sickly sweet, saccharine, like fresh peaches or cotton candy or cinnamon rolls.

You know that Gojo often sees an omega who smells a lot like milk chocolate and espresso when she goes into heat.

“Her pussy tastes sorta like whipped cream– drives me crazy–”

“You’re so fucking gross.” Nanami snickered when you said that a few days ago, which led you into the conversation about heats and ruts that led into another conversation, which led you here, locked in your bedroom with all of your favorite things, while Nanami keeps watch outside for the next few days.

He’s a man of great self-restraint, and he’s never taken an omega, by his own choice to do so. It’s probably because the job wouldn’t allow him to take a mate without incurring serious risk to the relationship. Alphas and omegas mate for life– he’s too responsible to risk that when he has a job with a fifty-something percent death rate.

The looming threat of death and despair doesn’t keep your heightening senses from picking up on his scent as it just barely wafts beneath the doorway to your bedroom, though. He smells masculine, sort of like eucalyptus and pine, woodsy and grounding. You knew that the scent of an alpha would drive you crazy at a time like this.

Dealing with that issue, however, is better than the alternative. When you’re in the thick of it, you’ll want any alpha. You’ll want them so fucking desperately that you’d claw the door down to get to one– anyone would do, anyone. Even terrible Gojo, who would fuck you through it and purposefully not mark you because he doesn’t want to mate.

Nanami, a man of some warmth and fantastic self-control won’t let you claw your way through the door and fuck the first alpha you smell, or the first that smells you. He’ll keep you safe, protect you, and he won’t burst through your bedroom door to bite you and breed you like an animal. He’s not an animal, he’s a gentleman, and he cares about you.

You think about the sort of protector that he is, you take several sets of deep breaths from your spot underneath the blankets in the center of your bed, and you clench your thighs together hard. He is protective, isn’t he? He’s taking care of you now, even though your scent must be driving him crazy out there. He’d take good care of you in the future, he’d take good care of you and the little blonde babies that he fucks into your wet cunt when you’re–

“Are you alright?” A voice startles you.

You can hear it through the rather thin piece of wood that separates you from the six foot tall alpha that stands on the other side of it.

“Y-Yeah,” you reply, shifting beneath the covers to fight the urge to slip your hand into the waistband of the sweats you’re wearing.

You’ll have to take them off soon. It’s becoming unbearable to be clothed, and it will only get worse as this progresses.

“Your scent changed,” he remarks, and you notice that his voice has taken on a thicker, more husky timbre tonight than it usually has, “are you afraid?”

He always speaks lowly with a hint of the rasp he’s gained from smoking cigarettes all these years. His voice never sounds bad, but tonight it’s…

You shiver, and you can hardly fight the urge to touch yourself anymore.

“Afraid of what?” You ask, moving to take your sweatpants off.

Your shirt goes with it, over your head and thrown into the floor where it belongs. It doesn’t have the right scent, nothing here does. You want something more masculine, something darker that you can bury your face into when you’re biting down on the sheets later trying to soothe the itch between your legs.

“Of me,” he replies, and the doorknob makes a soft clicking sound, as though he’s resting his hand on it while he talks to you.

It’s locked, because alphas are not bulletproof, not even self-controlled, quiet, kind Nanami. Instincts are one hell of a drug, and everyone is susceptible.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you respond, noticing that your own voice has taken on a more whiny, desperate tinge when you speak.

Normally you’re so controlled, standing tall and proud, but you’re reduced now. You’ll only be reduced further into the puddle of slick that you’re quickly becoming.

“Nanami?” You whimper out, before biting your lip and trying to control the sound of your breaths. They fall faster when you remember that there’s an alpha right there who could help you, who could make you feel better.

“Yes?” He responds.

The doorknob clicks again, you release a breathy moan at the mere prospect of him coming inside.

He won’t, he swore it. Even if you plead or cry, even if you get on your hands and knees at his feet and beg him to breed you, he won’t. He gave his word a week ago.

He’s never broken a promise, it’s a true sign of his empathetic nature. It won’t do you any good to go out and beg, but the urge grows with each breath.

“Can you give me one of your shirts?” You ask, negotiating with your desire, now fully naked and sinking deeper into the blankets that smell all wrong, so wrong.

There’s nothing right here. No amount of rearranging will fix what’s broken.

“I can’t open the door,” he says, and you can hear that his breaths are falling faster, too.

“Please,” you plead quietly, “just one–”

“I’m not opening the fucking door,” he responds roughly and harshly all at once, lashing out at you because his self-control is waning, it seems.

“Take your sleeping pills. Now.”

You’re stiff and still in the spot that you lay after hearing that command. The you that exists outside of your heat would’ve not responded well to such a harshly given demand, but she is no longer here with you. So, you do as told, and you take the pills that will hopefully help you sleep through the night.

If you aren’t getting fucked, you’ll need to sleep and drink water. You won’t have an appetite for food, but your body needs to rest as much as it can to recover from the energy that’s going into putting out pheromones for your mate. You know it, and you recite it to yourself, trying to hold onto what little sanity there is left.

They take effect after a few minutes, thankfully, but your body feels burning hot to the touch now, and you’re touching it more than you should. You fall asleep with your hand between your thighs, with slick dripping onto the mattress as you pump your fingers inside yourself over and over against your g-spot. Even if your sleep, you’re still pumping just faintly.

Nanami isn’t a cold man.

In fact, he’s fucking burning alive.

Standing outside your bedroom door, he can tell by your scent that you’ve fallen asleep now. He hasn’t moved since he last gave you the command to take your medicine, for fear of what his own body would do if he did.

Instead, he’s standing there with his fist clenched so hard around the feeble little door handle that he fears he might break it if his fingers tighten even slightly more than they are. He stares at his white knuckles, and he takes a deep breath that only makes this worse.

He swore to protect you while you’re going through this, but goddammit he wants to kick this too thin door down and fuck into you until you break.

Your scent is sweet, but not so sickly sweet that it disgusts Nanami. He’s been around omegas when they’re near their heat, and frankly he’s never been very tempted by them. The scent of slick has always been so sickeningly saccharine that it’s only disinterested and annoyed him. His vague indifference to the scent of omegas is the reason that he agreed to keep watch over you through your heat this month.

He didn’t know it would be like this. The others, they aren’t compelling nor particularly arousing to Nanami. He’s been lucky throughout his adulthood as an alpha to not be tempted by scents and flavors in the way that other alphas he knows are indulgent.

You, however…

Oh, you do smell sweet, but you smell soft and airy. Like warm vanilla with just a hint of citrus. It’s a natural musk, so it’s not like perfume or confections, but a combination of your natural pheromones and the ambrosial lure of your heat.

It’s still the first day, and he’s never felt so compelled to break through a door or a fucking wall to get to anything before.

For the first time in his life, he’s feeling something other than vague indifference shrouded by duty.

For the first time in his life, Nanami wants something . Desperately, painfully, he wants you, needs you.

He owns you. You wouldn’t have called him here if he didn’t, right? You wouldn’t have called him to protect you if you didn’t subconsciously know that you’re his omega, that you need him to take care of you, to keep you safe. He’s the only one that you trust to keep you safe during your heat.

You know that you’re his. You must.

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, gripping the door handle harder now. Gripping harder, turning it even though the lock protests, trying to open it.

He swore that he wouldn’t do this. He promised. He never breaks a promise.

The door handle won’t budge

He just wants to see that you’re alright. That makes sense. He needs to protect you, he’s here to protect you. How can he keep you safe if he can’t even see you?

Or touch you.

The lock is tougher than it looks. It’s starting to make a screeching sound.

He can’t protect you if he can’t touch you.

Or fuck you.

Breed you.

Bite the little scent spot on your throat, show everyone that you chose him to protect you. Him, not Gojo, not a trusted friend. You made your choice. Everyone should see it, smell him on you, see the way that your stomach grows rounder when he impregnates you tonight.

It’s just about to break, his forearm clenches hard as he turns the lock almost past the point of no return. Soon, you’ll be his. You aren’t yet, but soon. Soon, the whole world will know what you’ve decided, what he’s decided.

He’s so focused on breaking the stupid, stupid little knob, that he doesn’t even notice when it unlocks on its own. His eyes have to adjust to the dark when the door opens easily, and he stumbles forward a step.

He stumbles forward, landing inches from you. His hand rests on your forearm, a subconscious movement to keep you from falling. His omega, no one else’s. He can’t let you get hurt.

If he weren’t forcibly going into his rut tonight, he’d feel your skin and know that you have a fever, but he has one, too.

If anything, you feel cold to the touch tonight, because Nanami is nothing frozen nor brittle, he’s burning magma against your skin when he pulls you into his arms, when his lips collide with yours in a kiss that’s barely a kiss, and more an angry meeting of tongue and teeth.

Animals don’t need to exchange words when they’re going to mate, and neither do the two of you. That’s all you are– animals when you break the buttons on his shirt apart to lick and kiss at his chest, his stomach, and animals again when he unfastens his belt and throws it across the room, and your feeble, cold fingers undo the buttons and zipper of his pants to tug them down.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he growls, as he crawls overtop of you, doing the movement for you with his large, calloused hands when you aren’t fast enough for him.

His cock aches and burns where its pressed against his stomach, leaking precum onto his skin that he’ll fuck into you soon enough.

“Please, please, please–” you beg, shivering and shaking beneath him as he thrusts two fingers into your pussy.“More,” he murmurs, as his dark eyes look into yours in the darkness.

Your scent is flooding his senses, his psyche. There are no coherent thoughts left in him, and none left in you. There’s nothing in the world tonight but two fingers much larger than yours pumping and thrusting inside of you, and the feeling of euphoria that’s almost good enough cascading over your shaking form like a tidal wave.

“Please, more, please– want your cock, need your cock, fuck– Nanami, please–” you moan, dragging your fingernails down his back in anticipation.

“Gonna mark you, gonna– fuck–” Nanami hisses and spasms, thrusting inside of your drenched cunt in one go.

He cums right then and there, with his first hard thrust into you. It throbs inside of you as you lock your legs around his hips to drag him deeper, further in. His teeth bite down on your shoulder, not quite marking you yet, but soon.

He pulls half out, the slickness of you is already spread along his stomach, and he’d like to bathe in it tonight. His cum starts to drip out of you, but it’s stopped when he thrusts inside again, again, again.

His teeth sink into your skin wherever they land, his hands grip your thighs so hard that they’ll leave bruises, there are no thoughts left in his mind other than fuck, and breed.

“You’re my omega,” he breathes against the bruise he’s just made with his teeth, “fuck, mine.”

He shivers in delight and relief. No one else can fuck you now. His scent is all over you, his seed is inside you. The primal part of his brain that needs to possess you isn’t anxious anymore, you’re where you belong.

You are his, every inch of your burning skin that meets his, and every inch that doesn’t. He lifts you up by your hips, holding your body weight up with his muscular forearms with ease to get a better angle to just fuck you in. The only sounds in the room are those of skin meeting skin, and your cries of yes and please and more and cum inside me.

He does just that, every single cry that you make is answered by his hips moving in tandem with yours. You’re cumming as often as you’re breathing, shivering, shaking, and panting beneath him, as he can’t decide whether to watch the swell of your tits bounce with the intensity of his thrusts, or the spot where your bodies are meeting.

Vanilla, citrus, and you– that’s all there is. He throws your ankles on top of his shoulders, bearing his weight down on top of your smaller body so that he can kiss you while he slams into you. “Na- na - mi–”

You cry out his name again and again like a mantra or a prayer. It is the best sound that’s ever graced his eardrums, he’s certain when he’s this deep inside of you that there’s no sweeter scent nor sound that could compare to yours.

He’ll take good care of you, he thinks about it when he moves inside of you, starting to draw close to release again. He feels the throbbing of blood moving absolutely nowhere but to his cock as he drives it inside of you, twitching and fucking his cum back into you before it can drip down between your asscheeks and stain the sheets even worse than they already are.

He won’t let you out of this mating press until the sun blots out and he dies, or until he fucks a baby so deep into you that you can’t remove it, can’t deny that it’s his and no one else’s. He needs to mark you, he’s fucking you but he needs to mark you.

He bites your lower lip when you continue to kiss him, before diving down to your neck while you’re screaming his name, and an orgasm washes over you. Your inner muscles tighten and constrict around him, and he presses more of his weight onto you until it must be hard to breathe. You’re tightening around him, sucking him into your pussy.

He can’t fight his urges, he can’t fight the burning heat within him for a second longer. His teeth sink into your throat right where your pheromones would come from, and you screech either from pain or pleasure, he doesn’t know.

He’s cumming inside of you again, biting harder when you try to move beneath him, causing a whimper of pain to erupt from you. Nanami tastes your body in his mouth while he gives you short, hard thrusts that bury his seed inside and keep it there.

He breathes a sigh of relief with his teeth still buried in your skin, holding your body up even higher at an angle so that his cum can’t escape you. You’re finally his, he doesn’t have to be cold and brittle, he can let his burning warmth seep into your body and stay there, and then he can breed you just like this again and again.

Everything is better here in his arms. You’re happy, safe, warm, marked by your mate. Nanami sleeps soundly next to you, and he deserves it after the three days he’s been awake in his claiming of you.

With your ass pressed against his abdomen, he’s still buried inside of you, still hard even in his sleep. He doesn’t mind the mess of cum that’s between both of your legs, and neither do you. His strong arms are wrapped around your waist, and your body is just starting to cool down.

When your sanity returns fully, maybe you’ll regret it. Maybe you’ll wish you hadn’t stumbled forward to your door in a haze of lust and desire. The stinging set of teeth marks on your neck and shoulders feel like marks of pride this morning, but you aren’t so sure about tomorrow.

You don’t have much time to think about it, as your mate thrusts into you from behind again, feverish and burning, ready for more.

[sukirichi]

total opposites

You and Toge swap bodies after encountering a fairytale curse, and similar to its origin, it also takes a fairytale method to break it.

REQUEST. body swap au + best friends to lovers

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight crack fic, some cursing, implications of nsfw but nothing explicit, just Toge being a not-so closet pervert, usual best friend bickering, reader is fem bodied, unedited story (I should stop saying this, everyone knows I don’t edit my stuff)

NOTES. I enjoyed writing this, tysm for the request anon, this was really cute! definitely this is shooting up in one of my fav works ever (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling great after sleeping in. It wasn’t common of you to sleep this late, but you and Toge had gone stargazing the night before. A smile made its way to your face as you reminisced him reciting rice ball ingredients, signing that he was telling poetry to ‘match the mood’ until you’d both fallen asleep on the soft blanket atop a hill.

You don’t remember how you made it back to your room, but figured that Toge had carried you back home before the sun rose. Making a mental note to thank your best friend later, you yawned as you padded out to your room, hands rubbing in circles at your stomach.

Hopefully breakfast would be amazing today.

The door next to you opened, revealing your younger classmate, and you frowned, because wasn’t Kugisaki your next door neighbour? Well, whatever, he, Yuuji, and Kugisaki might’ve taken advantage of the rare, peaceful weekend that they probably had a movie marathon the night before.

“Morning, Megumi!” you greeted, coughing a bit when you sounded off, throat a little horse and itchy. At the sound of your voice, Megumi stilled in his tracks, eyes wide at you. His comical expression had you barking in laughter, shooting finger guns his way as you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ey, be a good dog and bark for me, will you?”

Semi-visible sonic waves drifted like waves after one another out your mouth. Megumi scowled before he froze the next second, ears perked up and backside wagging in replacement of a tail. “Woof woof!”

“What the hell?” you reeled back in slight disgust, your underclassman’s cheeks burning red. Then, your lips grazed against a soft cloth, making you look down.

You blinked back once. Twice. You were definitely...built different today. Curiously, you tugged at the zipper peaking out from your black collar, the familiar zhoop sound of the zipper burned into your memory after hearing your best friend do it countless times before.

In front of you, Megumi screeched – the most noise he’d made ever since you met him – his jaw dropped open while you – or rather Toge stood at the end of the hallway, his hands squeezing at your breasts that were still under last night’s pyjamas. You blinked back once. Then twice, steam pouring from your nose when Toge, in your body, pointed at his body. 

“Oh, oh!” your scream bounced off the hallways hard enough that Panda slammed his door open, about to tell everyone to shut up when your voice let out a high-pitched scream.

“What are you doing in my body?!”

Looking down at where Toge was pointing, you were greeted by the sight of his dark uniform and sock clad feet, your chest replaced with hard muscles instead of the soft flesh. You turned to Toge with a stupefied look that mirrored his, both of you falling on the ground with fists pounding on the hardwood floor.

“I’m a fucking girl!” he cried out, whether out of happiness or frustration, it was hard to tell.

Meanwhile, you zipped his collar back up, tugging at his off-white hair as you forced yourself to remember his limited vocabulary. “BONITO FLAKES!”

Now you understood Toge’s frustration of being a cursed speech user. 

“Bonito Flakes” definitely did not hold the same fury as “FUCK” did.

“You and I need to set down some boundaries,” you signed to him, brows pulled together. Toge seemed to be enjoying this sudden body swap a lot more than you did since he hadn’t stopped posing in the mirror the moment you pushed him back to your room, locking it shut to get some privacy. “You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to shower, do you understand?”

Toge scowled at your words, sassy as ever with his hands placed on his hips, buttocks jutted out. You hated, absolutely hated that he used your body this way because this time you couldn’t even laugh – not when seeing your body felt this awkward.

“You would really rather me stink?”

“You can’t undress too! Ever! Or if you will, your eyes better be closed. No peeking too!”

“Y/N, you and I grew up together. I’ve already seen everything,” he rolled his eyes, earning him a hard slap from the arm. Considering he was a lot more muscular than you were, your hit came a lot harder. “Ow!” he protested, rubbing the sore spot that ached, only to laugh at the sounds emitting from his lips. “Wow, I have to admit that this is really fun though. I’m actually talking,” he announced, “Hey, say salmon for me.”

“Bonito flakes!” you shook your head, “The moment Principal Yaga is back, we’re going to talk to him, okay? I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer!”

“Please, you’re lucky you get to feel me up,” he winked at you, taking your (his) hands to flatten it on his stomach. “Come on, come on, feel my abs!” Whack. “Would you please stop slapping me? Your body is a lot more delicate than mine and my hands are – stop slapping me!”

Feeling bad for your friend and not wanting to abuse your body too much, you raised your hands in surrender with a roll of your eyes. “I can’t take you seriously with that voice. You’re too cute.”

“Complimenting ourselves now, aren’t we?” he scoffed, “Well, whatever, you are cute, especially when you’re angry. Such a shame I can’t see you do that right now because my handsome face is looking back at me.”

“I won’t hesitate to choke you, my friend.”

“You wouldn’t. You adore your body too much,” contrary to his words, Toge pulled a defensive stance. You threw a pillow at him, to which he easily dodged, clutching at the hem of your pyjamas afterwards. “Speaking of bodies, I really need to pee.”

“Hold it!”

“Are you insane? I’m not holding it, you’re going to kill us both!”

“Fine, I’ll take you to the rest room then,” you tugged at the hood of your shirt, pushing him inside the communal female restroom. Toge stood in the middle shock still, evidently flustered at the stalls and lack of urinals. You flicked a finger on his forehead, finger pointed to a stall. “Go pee. That’s my body – I need to make sure you’re not going to do anything weird with it.”

“I thought you trusted me, friend. Why would you think I’d touch you that way?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You jack off every fucking night, Toge. I can hear you even from the next hallway. Plus, you’re a horny teenage male, who’s to say you wouldn’t be curious and try to see what female masturbation feels like?”

His eyes lit up at the idea, fist coming down to bounce at the palm of his hand as he nodded. “That’s actually a good idea—”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“What?!” you and Toge both exclaimed. He faced you with utter horror written on his face and you gasped, slapping both palms over your lips.

“It is true,” Principal Yaga affirmed with a grim look on his face. He’d recently got back to fetch your troublesome Gojo-Sensei who’d been caught starting a ruckus in Roponggi while women flocked around him, leading to your principal to haul his ass back to the school grounds. “Some curses are manifested through daily objects, and sometimes even through nature. That shooting star you saw was an example of that.”

“But is kissing really necessary?” Toge queried with a wary gaze sent your way.

“It’s a fairytale curse. It can only be broken through a true love’s kiss.”

“But sir, Toge and I have never dated anyone before. How can we miraculously fall in love with someone to break this curse overnight?”

“It doesn’t have to happen overnight. Sometimes, a simple crush will do,” Principal Yaga sighed, scratching his bald head with his face pulled deep in thought. “Y/N, you have a crush on Gojo-Sensei right? I’m going to kill him if he actually kisses you – and knowing that damn brat he might if you ask him – but I think a kiss on the cheek will suffice. For now, you both just have to...broaden your relationships. Maybe go out on dates.”

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Toge cheered, his mood dampening once he saw you stiffen. “But my body is...”

Knowing full well that he’d get insecure over his lack of speech again, you glared at him hard enough that your best friend straightened up, lips puckered out in a pout as if you hadn’t just caught him talking badly about himself again when you’ve told him countless times he was perfectly fine the way he was.

It made you sigh, feeling slightly bad that until now he still couldn’t see himself the way you saw him – not that you’d ever vocalize this; Toge would never shut up (in the best way he could) if he had the slightest idea what went inside your head.

“You’re lucky you have a pretty face. Otherwise, it’s going to be impossible for anyone to like you,” you teased instead, somewhat flustered at your indirect compliment.

Toge merely scoffed at you, his gaze burning and hard, contrasting the teasing little shit grin he wore. “Oh, please, if I wasn’t the cursed speech user, I would’ve banged—”

“Kids!” Principal Yaga threw his dolls at you hard, the both of you clutching at your heads in pain. How were those dolls as heavy as rocks? “Take your bickering back to your rooms please. No more of this mess and noise. It’s late.”

You frowned at the old man, face pleading as you signed, “Principal Yaga, can’t we really do anything else? Aren’t there any techniques to undo this?”

You and Toge knew that combination so well – pitch black eyes, jaw clenched, lips pursed and palms interlaced under his chin – one that meant his words were final and irrevocable. None of you could argue or suggest more solutions the moment the words left his lips like an ultimate decree. “The technique is the kiss. Now leave.”

You and Toge tried, you both really did. 

But following Principal Yaga’s suggestion of dating others had turned out to be a complete fail – even with your normal body and Toge’s physical charisma. 

It simply didn’t work; not when Megumi ran away from you every time you tried to get him to kiss you with your arms wide open, and Toge wasn’t helping either by pushing Gojo-Sensei away from you every time the cheeky eyed teacher announced his willingness to help.

Eventually, you and your best friend had retired in his room, the scent of him coated all over his pillows and his shirt that you wore. That felt comforting, at least, and you buried yourself in the crook of your body’s neck, bodies tangled with one another.

Who knew dating could be so tiring?

A wave of irritation flashed over you from today’s events, knowing full well that this could’ve been avoided long ago. Scowling, you cuddled Toge closer, lightly flicking your fingers on your body’s chest. “This is your damn fault, Toge.”

“You were the one who asked me to stargaze with you.”

“You don’t always have to say no to everything I ask of you, you know.”

“You’re really dumber than I thought if you think I could easily say no to you,” he snorted above you, his chin resting atop your head. “I don’t have a lot of weakness because I’m a strong sorcerer—” another flick, a harsher one this time around. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! But I mean it though – you’re my best friend and my weakness. Of course I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it’s something as stupid as stargazing.”

“Hey!” you made a sound of protest in your throat, looking back at him with a frown. “It wasn’t stupid, it was romantic.”

Hell yeah, it was romantic indeed – your heart still skipped a beat every time you remembered Toge’s starry eyes matching the night sky’s beauty, the words salmon and mustard leaf surprisingly sexy every time it came from him. It was stupid – so fucking stupid – that you groaned into his chest to hide your flushed face.

“Yeah, I suppose it was.”

The room fell silent, your syncopated breathing soothing during this stressful times. Taking advantage of your voice, Toge began to hum, singing the songs you both had always listened to in the privacy of your room during lazy days. It brought a smile to your face as you clutched to him tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed up at him, tapping his chin to get his attention. “Toge, can I say something weird?”

“Please, nothing you say surprises me anymore. Shoot.”

Your mouth began to dry as you cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your awkwardness, gaze pointedly averted from his prying ones. “You and I...we’ve known each other for a long time and we love each other. As best friends, of course.”

“Sheesh, friendzone much?”

“Would you please shut up and listen to me seriously for once?” you huffed, making him snicker, but nodded at you anyway to continue. “As I was saying – why don’t we kiss? It could be true love’s kiss.”

Toge didn’t speak for a good minute, the pregnant pause filling in the gap filled with tension. You taped his cheek, waving his hand in front of his eyes when he dazed out. When his gaze focussed back on you, Toge was surprisingly calm – although beneath that composed exterior, his mind had simply short-circuited. “If this is your way to get to make out with me, I’m going to sock you in the face.”

“Toge, I’m serious! Let’s kiss!”

“I don’t want to!” he shook his head indignantly, hiding his face by hugging you close to his chest instead.

“Why not? Don’t you want to swap back to your original body? Both of us haven’t showered in two days and I’m sick of the way you smell. You’re lucky I love you though, otherwise I’m going to cry. Come on, Toge, what’s holding you back?” you tried to fight back from his grip, but he’d surprised you both when he only squeezed you tighter, both your erratic heart rates matching the other.

“I said no.”

“Toge, it’s just a damn kiss, what’re you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that if we don’t swap back, then that means you don’t love me the way I love you!” he finally admitted, breathing hard before continuing. “Principal Yaga said it must be a kiss between lovers and not just platonic friends okay?” you attempted to scramble away from his arms again, and this time he let you, though he’d closed his eyes, cheek squished on the pillows as he murmured, “I don’t want you to reject me... even though I messed up already.”

“Wait,” you snapped your fingers to make him open his eyes, hesitant as you signed, “You...you love me that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because my face is staring back at me and it’s fucking awkward – I wanted to see your face when I confessed!” he sat up with a frustrated groan, childishly kicking off the sheets of the bed as he clutched his head in his hands. “I had everything planned, okay? Nobara and Yuuji helped me think of everything because Megumi is shit when it comes to love. Listen, I was going to ask you on a candlelit date and then maybe kiss the life out of you – if you feel the same way—”

“Kiss me.” The body he possessed a victim of his own powers, Toge was left with no choice but to grab your face before his mouth pressed against yours, fingers entangled into the other’s hair. You were smiling into the kiss the whole time, barely able to recognize when Toge had shifted your bodies until you were under him, his hands running down your sides lovingly the whole time. 

Pulling away to get some air, you opened your eyes, unsurprised when Toge laid above you, his strong arms planted beside your head.

Both of you were breathing hard from the passionate kiss filled with so much sexual tension and longing, your tongue darting out to swipe at his taste on your lips. The laughter that bubbled out of you was pure, wholesome and swollen like your heart. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Salmon!” Toge peppered your cheeks with kisses, pulling out more gleeful laughter from you, his playful and loving attacks more of a gift than a punishment. Once you’d recovered from your happiness – although really, who could recover after that? – Toge unzipped his collar, his smile nothing but wicked when he commanded, “Kiss me again.”

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By the vending machines

Make out series

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x gn! reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Aged up! characters and making out

Summary: You have enough of Megumi refusing to see your advances despite the clearly mutual feelings, so you grab the bull by the horns.

Word count: 1.8k

This is a repost from my old blog under the same name if you followed me on my old blog please consider following me here too <3

A/n: Hey, here’s the second part of the make out series. I ended up with a really fluffy one this time. The next will probably be either Maki or Inumaki, but I will write my collab fic before that. Again special thanks to my lovely friend for proofreading. Enjoy~

Megumi and you have been running around in circles. You like him and it’s more than obvious that he likes you too. This should be easy, right? Well, not with Megumi. You were dropping hints left and right, flirting with him every chance you got. Hell, you even asked him out a few times, but it always ended up as a friendly outing. All your efforts are in vain because the idiot on the other end is as oblivious as humanly possible. You finally decided to take charge, and make sure this time your intentions are clear as day.

The place where the vending machines are is very familiar to everyone who has spent any amount of time at Jujutsu tech. That is the case for you and Megumi too. You are squatting with your back leaning against the wall next to the machines, since this is as close as you get to sitting down without actually touching the ground. It isn’t ideal, but it is way better than standing. The training here is absolutely ridiculous and you have no strength left to stay on your feet.

Like clockwork the familiar sound of heavy footsteps gets your attention. Megumi is here like usual, so you can go ahead with your plan. Your lips curl into a smile, they are soft from the lip balm you applied earlier, and you even took some breath mints. You’ll kiss Megumi and he’s going to like it.

“Hiding from Gojo-sensei?” Fushiguro asks when he reaches you. You look up at him with a pained expression, he gives you a knowing smile, well more appropriately a knowing little movement upwards. Megumi doesn’t give out smiles that easily. You reach out your hand to ask for help, he takes it and pulls you up. When you are on your feet properly, you gather all your courage. Instead of letting him step away you embrace him by locking your hands together behind the nape of his neck.

With your arms around him, his face flares up and his eyes are round and wide from being caught off guard. ‘It’s okay, you can do this, honey. Just go ahead and kiss him, like you planned,’ you encourage yourself. One of your hands wander to his face, it cups his jaw and your thumb runs along his cheekbone softly.

“I’m going to kiss you.” You state, but you don’t sound confident at all. You shyly look up from his lips into his eyes, his expression is the same except his blush is deeper and his eyes are wider. You quirk a brow questioningly to ask for a response.

“Okay,” he says slowly along with a little nod. You let out a little huff, this whole situation is hilariously awkward. You inch closer to him taking your sweet time, you want to give him time to back out of it if he doesn’t actually want to kiss you. You gently peck him on the lips, still giving him every opportunity to change his mind. His arms are still hanging beside him, which doesn’t give you much hope.

You pull back and look at him to get any kind of feedback. He looks down on your lips with the strongest blush you’ve ever seen on him. After a few seconds of you looking at each other he finally moves his arms. His hands find your waist and they bring you closer to him. That’s all that you needed, a small green light to continue.

You kiss him, this time for real, although you are still careful. You feel like you’re trying to keep a shy cat from running away, like any sudden movement could scare him off forever. You waited so long for this, you just want to dive in, yet the fear of this moment slipping away is greater than your need to rush. His hands cling to you desperately, he steps closer to you, making you back against the wall.

After you break apart for some air he takes the lead on the next kiss. He kisses you with so much heat and desire. He’s usually so stoic and cold, this takes you off guard. Looks like you really misjudged how this whole situation would go. He isn’t some shy little butterfly who gets scared away by a kiss, you aren’t entirely sure why you would believe that.

You softly bite his lower lip and then run your tongue over it. His lips part and you press in to deepen the kiss. Your hand moves through his messy hair, which is a lot more soft than the spikes would suggest. Megumi pulls back and groans as a protest to you messing up his hair.

“Aww, it’s not like I can get it messier than it already is, Grumpy,” you giggle as you purposely mess up his hair even more. He glares at you and then grabs your wrists to stop you.

“Behave, you,” he mutters as he lets go of your wrist to pull you back to another kiss. This time he takes the charge trying to execute what you did in the last kiss. Suddenly something clicks for you, so you move away.

“Was this your first kiss?” you ask intrigued with a small smile on your face. He looks taken aback, he flushes and looks down again.

“S-Shut up.” he stutters a bit and turns a little away from you. You chuckle a bit and cup his face to turn it back towards you, his reaction is more than telling. You peck the tip of his nose and smile at him.

“I’m glad. You know what they say, ‘you always remember the first’, and I don’t want you to ever forget.” Your eyes are gentle staring into his as you reassure him. One of your thumbs go to caress his lips, you can’t wait to do the same with your lips again. So you lean in once more, but before you could actually kiss him you hear him murmur “How could I ever forget this?”. You break out in a smile and you bump your nose to his as a sweet sign of affection.

Megumi pecks your lips slowly again and again. You loosely drape your arms around his neck again and lean back against the wall pulling him with you. He has a hand next to you resting on the wall to hold himself up while the other moves under your chin. He tilts your head so he can press his lips against yours once more. He deepens the kiss while his hand shifts to caress your jaw.

“Do you have anything under this?” you ask him tugging on the collar of his jacket to show him what you’re talking about. He flushes again, apparently you can’t go two minutes without making him strawberry red.

“Yes. Why?” He responds as his brows furrow, from the looks of it he has no idea what you want.

“Because I want to unbutton it, the collar is annoyingly high. May I?” You bat your eyelashes at him when you answer. Your hands play with the first button while you’re waiting for his permission. He gives you a small nod and your fingers get to work undoing the buttons. You work swiftly, the years of wearing these uniforms clearly showing on the smooth motions.

He’s now fully leaning on the wall with his palms laying next to your head, his eyes follow your fingers. From the top the asymmetric jacket started to fold down without anything holding it there. When you finally finish and pull it apart it reveals a plain black t-shirt. You push the fabric away and you drag the tip of your finger from the waistband of his pants up to the collar of his shirt. You gently lace your arms around his neck again, with one of them caressing the skin that has been uncovered.

You press small pecks on his neck, gentle kisses to explore and experiment. Megumi lets out a small huff when you get to the side of his neck. He brings his hand to your chin again to raise your head for another kiss and then he pulls you even closer by the waist. You try your luck again by weaving your fingers in his hair, this time he doesn’t say anything. You don’t know if he just realized that trying to stop you is absolutely futile or he simply doesn’t care anymore.

Seeing Megumi this heated doesn’t happen often, so you bask in every second of it. His lips are hot on yours and his hands grip your waist firmly. You’re both lost in each other, whatever you did before this is completely forgotten, wherever you needed to be is completely forgotten. Just the bliss of the first times and discovering more and more about each other’s body.

It’s the small things, the way his breath hitches when your teeth graze his lower lip, or how you get hotter and hotter the lower his kisses go on your neck. The small whine that leaves your lips when he gets to a particularly sensitive spot, he memorizes everything for the next time. Because he desperately hopes that there will be a next time, after this he could never go back to the game of cat and mouse you’ve been playing. Thankfully, neither could you.

“Megumi-chaaan~” Gojo skipps towards the three students who were sitting on the stairs in the garden. You aren’t with them due to a mission with the recently graduated upperclassmen. The mission for which the briefing you skipped to makeout with Megumi. Megumi immediately has a bad feeling about this, the teacher is in a scarily good mood. That always means trouble.

“Say thank you to me, your favorite teacher.~” Gojo is still speaking in a honeyed voice, which unnerves Megumi even more.

“Why would I do that?” Fushiguro is careful, but the second he finishes his sentence the white haired man’s grin grows wider. He was waiting for this question, that much is obvious.

“Because I didn’t disturb you and Y/n while you were eating each other up by the vending machines.” Gojo didn’t even try to be secretive about what he saw. Both Itadori’s and Kugosaki’s jaw hits the ground when they realize with their teacher meant. Fushiguro would love to disappear, he really would. He didn’t share anything about what happened at the vending machines with his friends for a reason.

Both of them made a scene even when he was only giving directions to someone, thinking he’s being flirted with. He can’t imagine what they will do now that they actually have a reason to freak out. He’s even alone in this suffering since you decided to dip, well the higher ups did the deciding, but that’s not here nor there. He just can’t wait for you to come home so at least you can hide from the gremlins together.

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