#or just give her the gojo family fortune

[sunnyyflowerrs]

gofundme to get louis vuitton to design nobara a designer eyepatch

[devoutekuna]

Getting left alone with their child

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

His daughter loves food but is always restricted since she could eat the whole pantry if she had the opportunity, but when you weren't home she always went for the special food she was always refused. "Help me daddy" reaching for the special packet she was banned from touching. "No your mother said you can't eat it." Normally he always disregarded anything you said that wasn't much importance to him but on the few occasions he actually listened it was always so heartwarming. "But mummy's not here!" Fingertips practically touching the small box before giving up. "So what, listen to your mother" he was always defending you, see, if anyone else would disobey his orders he kill them but since she was his only kid he'd give her exemption.

Nanami-

You can trust this man with anything, just not with 3 kids running around his house. Yuki had invited some of his friends round to his house, despite not asking his father, only you, but you were away. "No!" Failing to catch the boy as he ran straight into the glass door, running towards his friends who were outside trying to sail a boat. "Yuji.." sighing as he saw his son try to escape his grasp, it didn't look like there was anything wrong with him other than the blood vessels rushing to his nose. "Let me go, I'm fine!" "No you're not" he probably was fine since his body was so used to running into things, placing an icepack on his nose, making sure he held it. Another sound came towards him as another child ran into the glass. "Mr yuji's dad!" Jumping up and down on the porch as the little girl pointed towards the urchin looking kid in the kiddy pool. Sighing in defeat, he didn't understand why he decided to get in, though the girl, nobara was looking guilty like she had pushed Megumi in.

Somehow after all of that he kept them all safe, having to change Megumi's clothes and keep his son from running back into glass. Sat on the armchair with kids piled on top of him, Megumi using his body as a chair with nobara and yuji laid out on top of him.

Geto-

Normally he wouldn't mind being cooped up in the house, but his daughter was a handful, she recently got into arts and crafts, and he hated how messy she was with it. Always getting glue and paint all around his house. "Daddy look!" Following her throughout the house to her bedroom, only to notice the paint smeared all over his doors as he walked. "What have you done?" Maybe he shouldn't have allowed her near the paint. "Isn't it pretty daddy?" The few family pictures he had of you three were smeared in paint, pink dots aligning your forehead. "Mummy is wearing a flower crown!" Fortunately he always had a protective cover over the pictures so it wasn't that bad, but he was still annoyed as he'd have to buy a new frame.

Gojo-

Anyone would call it stupid to leave the guy alone, despite being a fully grown man. "You want a new nappy or something?" He was clueless when it came to children, normally he watched you so most of the work, helping out whenever he needed to, he knew how to change a nappy and stuff like that but he wasn't familiar with his son's cries, so he didn't know If he was hungry, cold or hot, and so on. Sat down with his offspring laid out on his lap, "Are you hungry?" Grabbing a nearby milk bottle, poking it towards his lips only for her to refuse it and shake her heads. Leaving him puzzled. "Then what do you want?" Normally he was a picky child, only drinking milk straight from you, plus he always had to see your face or have a comfort item around or else he wouldn't drink it. "You want your mummy?" Teasing the kid.

Toji-

Despite having a pet worm roaming around your apartment you hated insects. It was common knowledge in your family, so whenever you left for work. Your daughter always got up to the worst stuff, first off she loved that purple worm her father's had, always trying to pet it, even trying to sneak it into her bedroom. So when you weren't home, she quickly took one of your containers and stuffed it with your plant soil, she was going to "make her own" worm. It sounded really stupid but she was determined. "Daddy, what do worms eat?" Sat on the living room floor with soil spread out in a bag. "I don't know" he was tired of his daughter's questions,. "But you have Mr worm" pointing to the slimy thing that went around your place. "Who's Mr worm?" Sitting on the floor next to her now. "The thing mummy hates." Sighing in defeat, she was so attached to the worm, maybe he should get her a pet or something.

[suguru-getos]

So. Do you have any hcs for yandere gojo with a non-sorcerer darling? My own personal one would that he's much more protective. I'd also imagine they liked him for him instead of because he's the "strongest", and he found it incredibly endearing. They may or may not be a secret childhood friend or an English teacher at the school who only knows it's a "special" school or something.

ahh i have so many actually, i really live for the power dynamics and the sheer power difference between satoru x non-sorcerer reader

yandere gojo x non-sorcerer reader hcs:

warnings: mentions of abuse, yandere-behavior, mentions of blood, manipulation.

it really drives him mad, whenever you don’t understand what’s the issue. the issue is simply, satoru loving you whole heartedly snd wanting to be there for you!! only you don’t understand. 🤦🏻 what can he do to ensure that — not give you any space at all. sometimes you feel like his choking presence takes your breath away.

whenever you leave for work, he would be texting you things like, “lunch princess?” you haven’t even agreed to be his princess/someone he can call his significant other; that doesn’t stop satoru though. years and years of being worshipped has altered his brain chemistry into thinking that whatever he wants he gets.

he will force you into going on lunches with him everyday. he has too much money and would rather burn it away — as he says, instead, he’s taking you to lunches and dinners. once, you sternly denied that because you had to leave with a colleague of yours. you don’t need a reminder of how badly that ended. he explains how his technique, ao (blue) sucks things, so basically him using that on the guy contracted his veins to the point of rupture but hey!! he is so nice, the dude wouldn’t die. <3 so don’t do it again, yeah?

there are times when you’ve blocked his number because he can be too pesky, then he just visits your mum. video calls you from her phone and pouts like a manchild. he gets what he wants, just not by hurting you. though you often wonder how long till he loses his mind.

one of the days he did, when you snapped at him finally after he waited hours in front of your office because he wanted to eat ‘sushi’ with you. you told him to piss off & you’d rather die than belong to him. he says he is sorry- really sorry for what happened, for the bruises on your neck because of his chokingly nauseating grip that your feet were off the ground. he even cries, kneeling at your feet. “please baby- please don’t be scaref of me please i’d never do it again i- i don’t know what came over me.. i just- just wanted you to shut up! that’s all- because you were hurting me- i was- i just love you please..”

satoru does make false promises mostly, because you have noticed when you piss him off, there are consequences. it’s simple — if you don’t want to have lunch and dinner with him, you don’t get to eat at all. and if you really don’t love the extensive freedom you have? you get kidnapped. and owned, and caged.

you can throw things around, you can do whatever you want in the huge gojo estate, but you can kiss your job goodbye. it wouldn’t stand shit in front of the fortune he possesses anyways.

forced marriage later 👋 that way you can’t really escape from him ever. because he now is the official son in law of your parents, and oh so close to your family… he does love them, just like he loves you. just don’t test it, kay?

[bwabys-scenarios]

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characters: Gojo, Choso, Nanami

⚠️warning: suggestive in Gojo’s, smut in Choso’s and Nanami’s, you’re pregnant in Gojo’s and Nanami’s⚠️

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Gojo

He throws a Secret Santa for his students a few days before Christmas, and as his wife you attend. It’s the first Christmas you’ve been married and your first time meeting his students, so they all(besides Megumi, who attended the wedding and loves you to death) nearly die of shock.

“Are you being paid for this? Like a girlfriend for rent?” Nobara asks, looking you up and down then glancing at her mentor.

“Oh you wound me!”

Gojo holds you in his arms, his hand moving to your tummy. “And I was so excited to introduce you all to my lovely wife and child!”

“CHILD!?”

You smack his head. “Satoru! We were supposed to keep that a secret!”

Nobara and Itadori accept you as his wife when they watch you scold him as if he were a disobedient child.

The Secret Santa was fun, ending with a Christmas movie and cookies. The three teens wished you a marry Christmas before telling their mentor how lucky he was.

“I am pretty lucky, aren’t I?”

He kissed the top of your head, leading you to the car by your hand. “My sweet girl deserves nothing but the best, I know that too well.”

You’re treated to hot coco and a nice warm bath when you get home. Your husband offered to sing you Christmas songs as you bathed, but you (fortunately) declined. He could be a bit clingy during the holidays.

The night ends with soft lovemaking, gentle kisses, and another Christmas movie. He’s so excited to spend your first Christmas married together, and who can blame him!

Choso

He likes to celebrate Christmas with family, so once you’re together he INSISTS on accompanying you to your family’s annual Christmas party. You need to teach him about a few traditions and social cues, but besides that he’s pretty good around your family.

He helps put up decorations, gets along with your little cousins, and he even brings Itadori along with him. Choso is a family man, he really enjoys being surrounded by people who care.

As soon as the two of you are alone, it doesn’t matter if you’re staying over with your parents or not, he’s got his hand in your panties, trying to get you off. You’re his princess, and he heard that you’re supposed to give people presents for Christmas, Choso just wants to make you feel loved and special!

He just loves you cockwarming him while you watch Christmas movies together, keeping his hands on the fat of your hips, gently kneading.

“Mm… merry Christmas, princess… so pretty, fuck…”

It goes from this to him talking to your parents about how happy he is to be invited 30 minutes later. You’re just trying to ignore the feeling of his cum pooling down your legs, thankful you wore baggy sweatpants.

He learns most of his knowledge on Christmas from movies, so he’s determined to kiss you under the mistletoe. He stood under it for nearly an hour, waiting for you to finish talking to your family.

You find him standing there, pouting like an abandoned puppy.

“You’re so silly, Choso. You could have just asked for a kiss.”

The two of you share a soft kiss. He holds back any groping or tongue because his brother is there, but once you’re behind closed doors… RIP your coochie.

Nanami

Unlike the other characters on this list, Nanami much prefers spending a quiet Christmas alone with you. He’ll visit your family before Christmas, but Christmas Day is for you and him alone.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Nanami’s love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. He spends the morning with you in his lap, feeding you breakfast as he tells you just how grateful he is to have you in his life, especially during Christmas.

Honestly, I feel like Nanami may have a bit of seasonal depression, and you’re the reason he’s able to really enjoy the holiday.

Nanami likes to surprise you with your gifts by pretending Santa is the one that brought them. He leaves you in bed at 3 am to arrange your gifts, and you playful pretend to be surprised. You’re both adults and he knows you’re just going along with it, but it’s just some innocent fun that makes him enjoy the season. He’d honestly be a great father, and now you want a family with him even more.

Since you usually make meals for the two of you, he took over the duty of Christmas dinner. Once it’s lunch time, he serves you a plate of your favorite Christmas foods. He spends the entire day thoroughly spoiling you.

The two of you stay in pajamas, lazily snacking and watching Christmas movies while snuggling on the couch. It’s moments like these that make him feel alive and content.

At night, you have sleepy, snuggly sex. He keeps you close to him, thrusting in and out while holding onto your hand. “My darling… I’m so, so happy… this day couldn’t have been better…”

You hope your Christmas present for him, a positive pregnancy test, will make him even more happy when you show him in the morning. Unfortunately, you are much too sleepy and comfortable with his cock nestled inside of you to get it at that moment.

But when you show him in the early morning, he cries tears of joy.

“This is perfect… my sweet angels…”

[dyaz-stories]

don't get cut on my edges || gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: Gojo is easily bored, you're the latest enigma that's caught his interest. He sets off in trying to figure you out. Lucky for him, you're coming on the week-end trip Shoko's planned for the week-end.

“Was I off script?”

You look up at him.

“You’re always off script.”

word count: 5.4k

genre: college!AU, fluff, slice of life

cw: unresolved sexual and romantic tension, reader has anxiety and is socially awkward, she/her is used for the reader, a little suggestive, overall very sweet and fluffy

a/n: this was fun to write! any feedback is appreciated, and i hope you enjoy my writing here :)

soundtrack

Gojo knows that people talk, knows that they talk shit, knows that there isn’t a soul on campus that doesn’t have an opinion on him. He can tell that eyes follow him around when he walks into a room, that his presence is enough to shift the atmosphere at a gathering, that some people roll their eyes at him while others try their best to catch his attention. It’s a lot to take in, for just one person.

Fortunately, he’s proved to be incredibly gifted in the art of not giving a fuck.

Then again, he’s incredibly gifted in most areas of life. Truth be told, he thinks people aren’t giving him enough credit for that. Sure, they tend to know that he’s a physics major, but that’s just tangential to what they know about the rest of him. He’s not just kinda good at physics, not some dude that goes to college mostly for the parties and then get a meaningless job at daddy’s company, no, he’s the fucking best, and he works fucking hard to be able to claim that title.

But that doesn’t really fit in with the rest of him, and at the end of the day, who cares? He certainly doesn’t.

With all that, it’s not statistically unlikely for him to catch people talking about him.

Well, he’d have to conduct a detailed study to calculate the exact odds, but with how much alcohol is in his blood at this very moment, it makes sense to him that it would happen.

Still, for people to be talking about him at a party he is at, in front of an open window, you’d think they would have some sense of shame. Not that he has any room to talk, because shame is not part of his vocabulary, but like. Come on.

“Gojo really can’t take not being in the spotlight for more than ten seconds, huh?”

That voice, he’s quick to identify, even if he can’t see her face from where’s he’s standing under the porch, belongs to Mei Mei. Aw. Bummer. They’d spent quite a lot of time around each other, have friends in common, slept— Wait, have they slept together? He can’t say for sure anymore. It seems to have slipped from his mind. Oops. Maybe that’s why he’s getting that treatment. Maybe he deserves it.

There’s a scoff, and really, the acoustic of this place are impressive. It feels like he’s straight in the room with those people.

“What else do you expect from someone who’s always had everything served to him on a silver platter?”

And that would be Noritoshi Kamo. Man. That was one of the few kids in the families his parents insisted on frequenting. They used to be sat next to each other at the kiddie table while the adults talked about the important stuff. They never had much in common — not then, not now. And, after all, maybe Noritoshi has a point, after all. His mother wasn’t a mistress, wasn’t turned into an outcast, and he’s never had to pretend he didn’t hear the loud whispers that tarnished her name. Yeah. Sounds like these two aren’t saying anything new after all. Not that he’s gonna change, y’know, but he already knows who he is, and he is all that.

“That seems like a very mean thing to say about a friend,” a quiet voice comments.

The world freezes.

A silhouette appears to go along with the voice, then a blurry face, then the picture becomes clearer. A figure sitting next to Shoko, giving him sweet, polite smiles when he approaches. Not chatty, kinda shy, pretty cute. Would get quiet when he was near, though, so he hadn’t paid a ton of attention. He’s used to giving it to people who asked for it, who wanted it.

You’d never asked.

But you’re… not wrong. He’s not sure why he hadn’t picked up on it himself. It is a mean thing to say.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Mei Mei protests, “I love Gojo, but you know I’m right about this.”

“Yeah, and I’ve known him my whole life,” Kamo adds. “It’s just a fact, we’re not talking shit.”

There’s a silence. Gojo’s invested now.

“I don’t know him that well,” you say. “Like I said. It’s just a mean thing to say about someone you hang out with every day.”

“Come on, don’t act like—”

“I think I’m going to go, actually,” you say. “This feels super shitty.”

“What the fuck was that?” Mei Mei laughs, just a second later — presumably after you’ve left the room.

“She wants to fuck him, I guess,” Kamo says.

Well, you’re making one hell of a headway then, because he’d do you so hard after that.

When he walks back in, you’re chatting with Shoko. You give him your usual, close-lipped smile, don’t quite make eye-contact. If you’re trying to get in his pants, you have a very original way of getting it done.

“Who was your friend again?” he asks Shoko, later that night. She answers without looking up from her phone.

“She doesn’t talk much when there are new people around,” she warns him. “Leave her alone.”

“When have I ever bothered anyone—”

She reaches to smack the back of his head, misses and gets the nape of his neck — that’s the downside about being so tall, there’s just a lot of him to hit.

“Don’t make her uncomfortable. That’s all I’m asking.”

He wasn’t planning on that. He’s just— curious. Intrigued.

It’s unlikely to last, though. He’s been known to get bored easily.

You’re already in the car when he gets in. Well, okay, when he gets shoved inside by Todo, despite his protests that his legs are too long for the backseat. You’ve squeezed yourself in the middle seat, with Shoko on one side, and him on the other now. There’s a bag of snacks in your lap, yet you still try to shift yourself to give him a little more room. It doesn’t help at all, but in your defense, the only thing that could help would be to buy a new car.

“Is everyone ready?” Suguru asks as he adjusts the rearview mirror.

“Sure,” Shoko says.

“Let’s go!” Todo shouts.

“No,” Gojo whines.

“Yeah,” you say, completely drowned out under the rest.

“Good,” Suguru hums as he starts the engine.

Gojo pouts, but he doesn’t insist. Well, he doesn’t make any more of a scene than he already has. Truth be told, he could have taken Todo — dude might be all brute force, but Gojo has brains and brawns, thank you very much.

But he’s curious, still, and he hasn’t been given enough information to quite satiate his curiosity. Everything he’s gathered about you says that you mind your business and keep to your corner.

So why did you say that to Mei Mei and Kamo? It makes no sense, but Gojo’s never met an equation he couldn’t solve.

That’s an overstatement. Obviously there are equations he can’t solve. Yet. He’s sure he’d figure it out eventually. Like he’ll figure you out. See? That metaphor does make sense.

Suguru’s music is playing in the car. The sun is still low in the sky, the day is quickly getting warmer, and the phone says that they’ll be at the beach in two hours.

Satoru closes his eyes. Fun fact about him? He can fall asleep anywhere he wants to.

He wakes up with his face smooshed against the window, a hand tapping his shoulder carefully.

“We’re here,” you say, giving him a smile and then shuffling to leave the car from the other side.

Todo’s already running towards the beach, while Suguru and Shoko are getting the bags out of the trunk. Somehow, Shoko manages to sling a bag over his shoulder, but he takes off before she can stuff the cool box containing all the drinks in his arms.

He then lies to Todo to get him back to the car, so that he can carry the damn thing. Shoko better thank him later for that.

He catches up with you, and he sees your eyes widen a little when he approaches, as you visibly search for something to say. He can’t resist the temptation to shoot you a grin. There’s a light breeze in the air, but he won’t be fooled that easily — with his skin, he’s going to need an insane amount of sunscreen, if he wants to survive the day. Which makes him think, actually—

“Wanna help me apply sunscreen?” he asks.

“Huh?” you say.

He leans towards you, looks into your eyes from over his sunglasses. You appear to be fully frozen in place, only swallowing once as he gets closer. His grin gets wider as he takes in all of you, and he’s once more fascinated by the idea that you had been able to say something to Mei Mei and Kamo but you can barely face him.

His gaze drops to your parted lips.

Then the bottle of sunscreen smashes against his cheek with impressive precision.

“Todo can help you put that on!” Shoko offers as Suguru starts setting up a parasol. “Right, Todo?”

“Of course I will, my brother,” Todo say as he appears, but by then, Satoru has already started running for his life.

“Just kick him in the balls if he pulls something like that again,” Shoko says.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” you reply, shaking your head in mild horror. “I just— I don’t— know— how to react sometimes. But he doesn’t bother me.”

That statement has her raising an eyebrow at you, filled with doubt, but she doesn’t insist.

“Play nice,” she does warn Satoru once more, later on. “Don’t push it too much.”

“Aw, Shoko, are you saying you wouldn’t approve of me?”

“Do whatever you want to,” she replies, rolling her eyes, “but give her more space. She’s not used to you being… you.”

Satoru rests his chin on his knee. He’s taking refuge under the parasol for now, and you’re already in the waves with Todo and Suguru. You seem comfortable with Todo, laughing at something he said, less so with Suguru. It all looks like a lot of work, all to satiate his curiosity. He’s all about committing to the bit but— he doesn’t know about that one.

This, too, all this thinking and questioning, is a lot of work, though, so he ends up shrugging it off.

“Are we getting in or what?”

“Absolutely not. No— Gojo— Don’t you fucking dare— Gojo!”

Shoko’s full-on shrieking by the time he throws her in the water. You burst out laughing. She comes out screaming for revenge, and Gojo starts scampering around to try and avoid her.

The sun is high in the sky, there’s a light breeze.

The time is good.

“Satoru!” Suguru calls when the watch on his wrist starts beeping, “it’s been two hours!”

It takes a second for the information to reach his brain, but the second he understands it, Gojo’s sprinting back towards the parasol at full speed. You look up, surprised, from the towel on which you’re lying with a book. Shoko doesn’t even bother with lifting an eyelid to see what’s going on.

“You okay?” you ask.

Ah, so she does speak.

“Yeah,” Gojo says, ruffling through a bag. “Just need to reapply some sunscreen. I’m not trying to look like a lobster.”

“Oh,” you say, “so, did you want me to help you with that?”

His fingers finally close around the bottle, and he stills to look at you. Shit. He’s curious again. Shoko’s words are swirling around in his mind, though, and he has no interest in forcing your hand.

“You didn’t look like you wanted to do that,” he says with uncharacteristic caution.

You roll your lips together, glance away from him, and your hand curls into a fist in the sand.

“No, it’s just— Um, I’m sorry about earlier. You— caught me off guard, I guess. I couldn’t figure out what to answer.”

“I usually just go with whatever appears through my head first,” he shrugs as he comes to crouch in front of you — you in the sun, him in the shade.

You laugh softly, but you avert your eyes, focusing on the sand as you trace patterns in it.

“Yeah, I think that’s the preferred method, but it— doesn’t— really work for me. So I have— I have a script, kind of, for interactions.”

“And I was off script?”

You glance back up at him.

“You’re always off script.”

For a moment, he just looks into your eyes, and you look back without any of that earlier nervousness. Then you shrink back into yourself, and the smile that so rarely leaves your lips reappears, like a shield that comes back up.

“Sorry. I know— I know how silly this sounds. I also wish I didn’t feel the need to do that, I just, um—”

“All good,” he replies with a shrug. “Sure. Help me with that.”

He throws you the bottle and you miss it, and he can feel you eyerolling at his back without needing to turn around, but when he shoots you a grin from over his shoulder, he can see how your breath catches in your throat.

Softly, your hand goes over his back, your touch gentle and cautious. It feels quite nice, actually, especially when your nails brush over his skin.

“It’s not too cold?” you ask.

“All good,” he repeats.

Shit. He’s invested again.

“Okay, we have the tickets, we have the water bottles, we have the hats, we have flat shoes, we have Gojo, we have the car keys—”

“I’m sorry, why was I just in the middle of a list of belongings?”

“We have cellphones and portable batteries… I think we’re good,” Shoko concludes, fully ignoring him.

“You don’t think we’re just a touch overprepared?” Suguru asks.

“You can never overprepare, my brother,” Todo says, grabbing his shoulder firmly. “If you want to triumph in the face of adversity, you need to know everything about the enemy.”

Suguru opens his mouth, closes it again. He knows how to pick his battles.

Gojo doesn’t.

“We’re going to a festival, not trying to breech the Pentagon,” he deadpans, and then, from the corner of his eye, he tries to see if you’re laughing. He delights in how you lower your head and try to keep it discreet.

“You never know what—”

“If I have to hear a second more of this nonsense, I swear to God I’ll kill someone here,” Shoko announces cheerfully. “Let’s move.”

Finally, after a good fifteen minutes by the door of the Airbnb you’ve all spent the night in, you start moving.

The good news is that you don’t have to get in the car, in the smothering heat, to get on the overcrowded streets packed full with the cars of the other attendees. The bad news is that you have to walk there, in the smothering heat, near the streets packed full with the cars of the other attendees. Suguru’s in charge of the map, which everyone seems happy with. Gojo had offered to do it, too, and there’s not a shred of doubt that he’d be able to read it competently, but Shoko had insisted the risk of him taking everyone to the wrong place ‘just because it would be funny’ was too high.

She’d been right but like, that was still rude.

The march in the heat and the waiting in line, while painful and unpleasant, as Gojo makes sure everyone around him is well aware of, go pretty smooth. Everything is planned and accounted for. There’s a game plan once they make it into the festival, too, because of course there is, but that’s when things start going south. First, Todo tries to go rogue when he spots someone wearing Takada merch. She’s not performing here, but he’s heard rumors that there would be a stand for her, and he lurches towards the woman. He’d get lost in the crowd immediately if not for Gojo’s lightning fast reflexes.

Unfortunately, soon enough it’s Gojo’s turn to get distracted. What can he say, there’s the smell of sugar in the air, and he needs to know where it’s coming from. Suguru’s the one to get him back on track, as they all head towards the main stage. Because that’s what Shoko’s grand plan leads to: sweet, sweet, close-up spots to watch the Sorcerers, headliners for the festival and also unarguably greatest band of all times, with minimum wait before their show.

There are a couple other close calls, but the group manages to get close enough to the stage. There are people here already, but they’re here for other artists mostly, and they’ll no doubt move quite a bit before the start of the real show. From where they are, even you and Shoko will be able to— Wait a minute.

“Huh,” Gojo say. “Hey, Shoko, do you happen to see (y/n) around?”

“If you can’t see her from up there, why would you think I— Fuck.”

“A fallen soldier,” Todo sighs somberly. “Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for—"

“We should go get her,” Shoko interrupts him. She’s biting her lower lip, staring at her phone. She looks quite worried, Gojo notices as he stares at her.

“Why isn’t it enough to just text her?” Gojo asks. It’s not ideal, and it won’t be easy to find the group in the middle of this sea of people, but it’s not impossible.

“I just— I don’t know if she’ll want to deal with all that” she gestures at the crowd “alone. I’m afraid she’ll say she doesn’t mind and then she won’t have a good time.”

Gojo tilts his head. It wouldn’t cross his mind to say something he doesn’t mean. It’s an incredibly weird thought, actually. But Shoko’s better than him at, well, people, and she might have a point. He also doesn’t want you to have a bad time, after all. With one last glance at the stage, he nods at her.

“I’ll go get her.”

“Are you sure?” Suguru asks. “I can go, if you want me to. It’s your band.”

As if it isn’t his, too. But Gojo shrugs. His attention span is fleeting, and he’s got his sights on something else right now.

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll make it back.”

“Thanks,” Shoko says sincerely.

He waves vaguely at her before making his way back through the crowd, earning his fair share of nasty glances. He still doesn’t care.

A few minutes later, he receives a text from Shoko with a screengrab where you say you’re getting something to eat. Sure enough, he has no trouble finding you waiting in line. You’re typing on your phone, not paying attention to your surroundings, and he’s grinning already. He lets himself half fall on you, arm wrapping around your body as he drops his chin onto your shoulder. You jump, glancing back bewildered, but you don’t stay tense long once you see it’s him.

Which makes him feel things, actually, but he’ll unpack that later.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, brow furrowing. “I thought you guys would be in front of the stage by now.”

“I came to rescue the princess, obviously,” he says, and you laugh. You laugh a lot when he talks, instead of rolling your eyes like people usually do.

Maybe you’re a bit too good of an audience.

“I don’t need rescuing, Gojo,” you answer, and it’s interesting how calm your voice is. “It’s packed too tight for me in here. I told Shoko but…” You shrug. “It’s not always easy to understand how it is. For me.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I don’t get it at all.”

Your shoulder’s pretty comfortable, though. And you haven’t tried to get him off of you yet.

“Do you want to order something, too?” you ask, pointing at the food stand. They sell waffles, and just the smell has his mouth watering. “Strawberries and whipped cream, right?”

Gojo pauses.

“How do you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it. A few times, actually.”

He’s sure he has, but—

“You were listening to that?”

You blink at him. He realizes how close your face is, with his head on your shoulder.

“Of course I was. You were talking.”

“Shoko didn’t tell you? It’s like, rule number one of being around me, don’t listen to the stuff I say. There’s a lot of dumb shit in there.”

You tilt your head, looking kind of confused.

“I still want to hear what you’re saying.”

Something inside him feels warm all of a sudden. Very warm.

“Yeah,” he says, but his throat is tight. “Strawberries and whipped cream.”

When you step forward to they can take your order, he begrudgingly gets off your shoulder, which allows him to swipe his card before you can get to it.

“I had that,” you protest while he bites into the insane amount of whipped cream in his waffle — he asked for more until the guy behind the counter looked like he was going to murder him.

“I had it first,” he says, and then he sticks his tongue out at you. He anticipates your laugh this time, finds himself waiting on it. When it comes, it sounds just like he wanted it to.

For a while, the two of you sit on a fence. You hand him a water bottle, say that he needs to stay hydrated. With no one else around, you don’t seem to have such a hard time speaking. You’re so quiet when everyone’s there and, well, him and Todo take up a lot of space, when it comes to conversation. Neither Suguru nor Shoko struggle with making their voices heard either, and in the middle of all that, you tend to stay silent. Apparently, that doesn’t stop you from listening.

“Shouldn’t you be going back?” you ask, after a while.

Gojo tilts his head as he thinks about it.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s find some place where you can enjoy the show.”

“You don’t have to—”

A grin, and then he’s jumping from the fence to come stand in front of you. Even like that, he doesn’t have to look up to meet your eyes.

“And how d’you plan on stopping me?”

Your eyes go wide. He can almost hear your heart racing, and he thinks he’s starting to get a little too high on that feeling. It’s just so easy, so fun, so delicious.

“Okay,” you squeak, averting your eyes and jumping down after him, clearly trying to hide your reaction. “Okay, I’m coming.”

When you start walking by his side, grabbing your hand is just too easy not to do it.

“Wouldn’t want you to run away again,” is what he says as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Now you’re stuck with me.”

You still refuse to look at him, but there is no actual discomfort in your reaction, just what he thinks is uncertainty about how you’re supposed to behave now.

“Have I gone off script again?” he practically purrs.

You glance up, a flash of amusement on your face. Lots of fondness, too, and this time he’s the one who gets caught up in it.

“You haven’t been on script once today.”

“Good,” he says, managing to pass off the emotion that just choked him for a second there as impatience. “Someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“I’m always on my toes,” you mumble behind him, but you can’t explain to him what anxiety feels like, so you just let him drag you away. His fingers are long, his hand engulfs yours easily. You like the feeling of it more than you should.

Your eyes are on Gojo’s broad back as he pulls you through the crowd, which parts effortlessly for him. You’re enjoying this.

You don’t think it’s going to last.

Gojo doesn’t think about that though, just like he rarely thinks about tomorrows. What he’s thinking about, as he keeps far, far away from the stage, is how to find a place with enough air around for the two of you. It’s easy for him to get a good look at the stage, and he earns his fair share of pissed off glares — “Seriously, it should be illegal to come to an open-air stage when you’re that tall” — but it takes more work to get the perfect space for you. Finally, his eagle eyes figure out some place that’s just perfect, and he beelines for it with you in tow.

“There,” he says, pulling you in front of him and putting his head on top of yours, just to check that the line of sight is good enough.

Ha. He nailed it.

“Thanks,” you say. There’s surprise in your tone.

“Is this a good spot for you?” he checks, but really, he just wants to hear you praise him?

“It is, but— I thought you said you didn’t get it? My—” You gesture vaguely. “—struggle. With all that stuff.”

Oh right. You actually listen to what he says. He needs to keep that in mind for the future.

“Does it matter?” he asks with a shrug.

You stare. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, and then the crowd starts absolutely howling and you spin around to see the Sorcerersget on the stage. Whatever moment there was there, is forgotten right away. He sees you fish in your bag for your phone, then raise it over your head and tiptoe around, trying to get a good photo.

It’s cute, it’s adorable even, but it’s not very efficient.

“Do you want some help here?” he asks, leaning close to your ear so you can hear him over all the noise.

Your body shivers into him, and he files that away for later.

“Um, yeah,” you shout over the noise. “Here, could you—”

But he pays no attention to the way you offer him your cellphone, and instead he’s bending down, and ignoring your surprised protest as he pushes his head between your legs.

He bench presses a hell of a lot more than he looks like he does, for the record.

With a grunt, he manages to get you up on his shoulders, and some people behind him complain loudly, but whatever, they can wait for you to get the perfect picture. You struggle to stabilize yourself for a dangerous second, and then you stop moving around for a second. Your thighs are supple and warm under his hands and around his head.

One more thing to remember.

“I’m good, I’m good, get me down,” you say quickly, just as he’s storing the thought away.

You seem relieved when your feet get back on the ground, and Satoru lets his hands linger on your waist.

“Was it a nice pic?” he asks. He knows he’s all red in the face, but he’s grinning so wide it almost hurts, actually.

“Perfect,” you squeak. “Thank you. Again.”

Aw. He’s going to get used to that word real quick.

A familiar guitar riff comes from the stage, and you turn away from him once more, but his hands are still on your waist. He uses that to pull you against him and this time, you don’t hesitate to let yourself lean back against him as the two of you move in rhythm with the music.

The concert is a blur after that. There’s a lot of singing, a lot of screaming, basically no time to catch a breath, because the Sorcerers are fucking beasts that don’t let up, not even for a second. At some point, you tell him something, but he can’t really hear, so you crane your neck back and he lowers his head. Your lips brush against his neck, an accident really, but it sends such a jolt of electricity through him, he thinks he’ll go into full overdrive.

The only thing that stops him from chasing after your lips immediately after that is Shoko’s voice, going around in his mind. ‘Don’t push it.’ What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

You move away, and he still has no clue what you were saying. If after that, his hands hold your hips a little tighter, if he pulls you a little closer, he can’t be blamed. If, during one of the more sulfurous song of the show, as you’re swaying against him, humming along to the song, his lips find your neck, he doesn’t want to hear about it.

When he presses a kiss right by your jaw, you turn to look at him. You’re pretty. He’s always thought you were pretty.

Fuck Shoko, he thinks, and he’s ready to put his mouth on yours, to slide his tongue between your parted lips that have looked so inviting this entire week-end, when the riff of the band’s most popular song starts playing, and he loses you attention once more.

Cock-blocked by his favorite band. Fuck his life.

When the song ends, there’s movement in the crowd as the band gets off the stage and people start chanting for an encore. In Shoko’s fool proof, perfect plan, this is when you’re supposed to start leaving. Gojo doesn’t want to — how is he supposed to do anything about how much he wants his mouth on you once you’re back with the other — but this time you grab his hand and pull him away from the stage and he has even less of a clue of what he’s supposed to do about that.

You get to the meeting point before Shoko, Todo and Suguru, which makes sense, considering you were much further from the stage than them. It’s a specific pole that Shoko had pointed to as you were first getting in, and the urge to push you against it and to taste your lips is strong. Gojo isn’t typically one to ignore that kind of feeling. He just goes for it, doesn’t let his brain get in the way too much. He’s not sure what it is with you and your doe eyes and your sweet smile that makes him act different.

Whatever it is, it makes him ask “Did you have a good time?” instead of kissing you senseless behind the pole while watching to make sure Shoko doesn’t catch him in the act.

“It was amazing,” you say. “I don’t think— I don’t think I’d have gotten that close without you.”

“Did I force your hand?” he asks, frowning.

“No, no, that was great, actually.” And there it comes, his favorite words, and then he’ll kiss you. “Thank—”

“There you guys are!”

You have got to be kidding him. The Gods of timing are so set against him, he must have done something to piss them off badly in another life.

“Okay, we should start heading towards the exit,” Shoko announces.

“Nah, we ‘re staying until the end,” Gojo says, burying his hands, balled into fists, in his pockets. He’s being needlessly belligerent, but whatever, she deserves it, whether she knows it or not.

“Don’t be a dick,” she glares.

He smiles at her. And he doesn’t budge.

“We’ll run,” you say, stepping in. “I’m sure we can still beat the crowd if we run.”

She narrows her eyes at you, then at Gojo.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?”

So many delicious thoughts coming to him, and he can’t do anything about it. Damn it all.

Of course, it ends with the five of you sprinting on the lawn and all the way back to the house. Of course, he doesn’t catch five seconds with you after that. Of course, your face is on his mind the whole night.

Of course, because it’s just his luck, isn’t it, in the morning, Shoko tells him you had to catch a flight early in the morning.

“I told you, don’t you remember? She’s going back to her family for the summer.”

Of course, he doesn’t.

Ah, whatever. It bothers him for a minute, but then the day continues unfolding, and the sun’s warm, it’s the peak of summer, and he only really knew you for a couple of days. He’ll see how he feels about it when college starts up again in the fall. He’s not known for sticking with things, anyway. He’ll probably forget; you probably won’t capture him again like you did; it was probably a fluke.

That, or these will become famous last words.

sequel

thank you so much for reading! i had a ton of fun writing gojo's pov and i hope you enjoyed it too, even if i'm still finding his voice :) please reblog or comment if you've enjoyed this, i'd love to hear from you! getting readers' feedback on my writing is what keeps me motivated to write so if you'd like to read more from me, that's the way to do it!

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[lxmelle]

I think it’s safe to say both Gojo and Geto had a problem opening their hearts after they separated. Like an emotional scar they never resolved.

It’s kinda Husband & Wife-coded imho. (Husband&Husband, Wife&Wife, whatever - you get my drift).

Geto at his death asked about his family. He wasn’t concerned about how they’d mourn for him or considered if they’d want him saved, etc. Like the scrolls adorning the back of the temple, he didn’t view himself to be much if he couldn’t be strong - punishment to the weak and foolish.

Gojo upon the lead up to the battle seemed to believe he would win either way (aligned with what he told Megumi) and that wasn’t bothered with his body - but he admittedly did feel annoyed that his longest living friend, Shoko, wasn’t upset on his behalf. (I HC that I think he understood that there was no other person who had love for him like with Geto.)

Spoilers for 261:

Given the circumstances, Shoko also had to do what was necessary to support him, regardless of her feelings towards the request. She has always been respectful of boundaries I think. More avoidant with her feelings (remaining stoic) rather than ambivalent. She is a medic after all... you have to put aside your personal feelings.

To some extent both Gojo and Geto it difficult to regard themselves as worthy of loving and genuine care. People may have cared like Geto’s family etc. but the problem lies in their ability to recognise and reciprocate it. He felt alone and couldn’t smile sincerely in his life. It was easier for him to give love than to receive it.

Gojo had a few students who did, but they perhaps came at a time too late (it was mere months after Geto died?) where he didn’t have the time to actually open up his heart too much in the end... before he was sealed, and then had to make the decision to enter the battle. Fortunately, by that time, he didn’t feel lonely anymore as he said in ch236 after death, but there was certainly a line where he didn’t feel he could be understood by others. He was born too different, perhaps? His pragmatic and callous facade made it difficult for others to get close enough to see the real Gojo Satoru. A part of it was about unparalleled strength. The magnitude of it. It wasn’t something Sukuna understood either, since he never knew love and lost it.

We can see that Gojo held different standards for Geto than he did himself though. In the anime many speculated that he was bringing the bouquet for Geto’s grave (or something similar). He must’ve given his body back to Mikiko and Nanako (or hidden it) because he didn’t have it processed & cremated by Shoko, (which would’ve been completely adhering to the orders of the institution). He also wanted to reclaim it for a proper burial from Kenjaku.

This feels so much like a husband & wife thing.

Widowed Husband goes: “Ah, just toss my ashes in the river.” But will get his wife flowers for her grave, ensure she has a clean gravestone, no weeds growing on her plot, leaves a plate out during anniversaries, etc.

Gojo’s love for Geto is also very Yang-coded (which is inherently more male) where he will cling on unwaveringly and there is something about reverence in how he patiently accepts Geto and tried to fulfil everything he wanted. In this sense, where he is portrayed as a loyal widower, he may surround himself with friends, activities, look after the kids, etc. but he will always honour and cherish his wife until his dying day.

Geto who is Yin-coded loves maternally, self-sacrificially. She will be willing to make sacrifices for the sake of her kin. Even if separated from her husband, she will nurture and build a family around her, uncomplaining. She may appear to cope on the surface, as she is used to her emotional needs being unmet without her partner/Husband, until her own dying day.

This is totally anecdotal of course, but to give myself some credit, I’ve talked intimately with more than my fair share of people in grief to see a pattern (and understand it in a personal level too)... we all grieve differently, love differently, value different things...

This is just my two cents. Any thoughts?

Feel free to comment or reblog with your own take.

[mj-102009]

Queen of Chaos (Gojo x oc Part Two)

Masterlist for previous parts

She was short.

That was Gojo’s first note.

Beside him Geto followed the girl with his eyes. “She’s-”

“A curse user,” Shoko said, repulse flicking around her words.

Gojo watched her with six eyes, the sheer amount of cursed energy had him rethink not bringing his new blindfold to school. “She’s tiny.”

“That’s what you’re focused on?” Shoko asked, flicking the back of his head. “Why is she here?”

“I dunno but I’m gonna find out,” He grumbled.

“She’s a student,” Yaga repeated.

“She’s a monster,” Gojo said with narrowed eyes.

The older man rubbed his head. “She’s a sorcerer just like you three, so she will learn with you three.”

The class burst into complaints. Before Geto had enough of this and stormed out. Gojo stayed until he was sure they were both far down the hall. “What grade is she?” The firm expression on his face was out of character.

“Special,” Yaga told him, leaning back into his seat with an exhausted sigh.

Gojo gaped. “You’re kidding me.”

He shook his head. “A very strong one at that.”

“I don’t get it, cursed users are-”

“She’s a vessel,” He corrected.

Gojo rolled his eyes behind his glasses. “She’s a stain.”

“She was born with it, Gojo,” Yaga told him. “She can’t help it.”

“She’s a Ren!” He exclaimed. “That family has the world’s fortune up its ass, make them send her to a private school or something.”

Finally having enough, Yaga scowled. “Give her a chance, Gojo,” he stood up and shooed the boy out of the room. “Or I’ll tell that girl to put you in your place.”

Now glaring at the door, Gojo huffed and turned to the nearest exit.

Only to pause and stare wide eyed at a small girl with the same expression. He watched as her energy rippled around her, almost like a shield.

‘Oh brother,’ He thought to himself.

“Sorry,” She squeaked, spinning on her heel and shuffling back out.

‘Some special grade she is,’ he thought amused. ‘She’s blind.’

The day after, Yaga explained that she was there to memorize the space and would be joining them the following week.

And the day of: they avoided her like the plague.

She attended the classes with the rest of the second years but sat to the side during any form of training.

Gojo took it personally. “She’s too scared of us,” He mused, picking at a piece of grass from his spot in the field.

Geto thought she was scared of herself. “The curse must be difficult to control, she could just be benched.”

Shoko was focused on her eyes, she was standing while spinning a wooden pole . “No stupid, she’s blind– how the hell is she supposed to do anything?”

“Well she’s a special grade so…” Gojo trailed off.

“Special grade doesn’t necessarily mean she knows how to use her curse,” Geto pointed out.

Just after then Yaga came out with the girl, this time she had on training clothes. “Get up Gojo.”

He huffed and lumbered to his feet. “What is she doing here?”

The girl winced and dropped her head down; her thick waves of coffee falling around her miserable expression. Yaga shot him a glare. “She’s going to be training with you three.”

Geto exchanged looks with Gojo, Shoko scowled. Even the girl flinched under the scrutinizing eyes.

“Are you su-”

“That could go-”

“Fuck n-”

“Two versus one,” Yaga announced. “I don’t want Shoko in on this.”

While she looked overwhelmed, the girl didn’t flinch.

Again the two boys made eye contact.

“Ms. Ren?” He said, looking at the girl.

She looked up and pulled her hair back into a tie. “Okay.”

Gojo hated how innocent she sounded.

“Yaga,” Geto said slowly. “I don’t want to-”

Gojo hated the way her eyes flicked aimlessly around the space. 

The teacher stopped Geto. “Geto, if you want the fight to be fair go to the line,” he scowled and walked beside Gojo. “And no cursed techniques.”

Gojo hated the way she apologized softly when bumping into Geto on her way to the other side of the sand field. 

“Whenever you’re ready Ren,” Yaga called.

Gojo hated everything about her because from the moment she stepped outside she had every expectation of winning.

Ren nodded and Geto wasted no time in dashing at speeds only capable for a talented sorcerer. Gojo ran as well but there was no cursed energy behind it.

“Let me borrow his vision,” She whispered.

Then her eyes turned hazel.

Geto watched in slow motion as she was suddenly behind him and with a hand pushing him on the ground. He sneered and spun– but it was done.

Her eyes turned black as pitch.

She heard Gojo’s now urgent footsteps and dropped low as he shot his hand out for her neck. “His arms,” She murmured.

Geto yelled out again as he whirled against his own will. “Satoru move!”

His arms swung at Gojo, he darted back as Ren brushed off her shoulder and stood. “WHAT IS GOING ON!”

She grinned and raised her head with a tilt. “Grab him.”

Geto tried to disobey but then he was rushing and his best friend. “MOVE!”

Gojo was backed into the boundary line, on instinct he summoned energy and pushed him a good fifteen feet away. “How is she doing this?” He yelped.

Suddenly she was behind him, infinity was down. A hand rested on his back. “Down.”

And he was flat on his back staring at a brilliant blue eyed girl. Victory plain in her gaze with a smirk playing on her lips.

Yaga’s voice came from behind them. “Let him go, Ren.”

“Thank you for his body,” She whispered, and both boys were free from the gripping hold. 

“Excellent job,” Yaga told her.

Her eyes had the pale blue film again, a neutral expression returned to her features. “Mhm.”

Gojo jumped up furiously. “He said no cursed techniques! You little-”

Her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched, Gojo felt a spike in her energy. “I didn’t.”

Geto wasn’t as mad, more so curious; slowly turning his arms to study the phantom grip. “Then what was it?”

She glanced where she heard his voice. “My innate technique.”

“Bullshit!” Gojo yelled again, he stalked toward her, a finger already shoved in her face. “It's that-that thing you carry!”

“What thing?” She growled. “Say it.”

He leaned down and got in her face. “I won’t say anything to a curse; let alone a curse that can’t se-”

“His eyes,” She growled, her eyes turned the same shade of blue as hers.

Infinity flew up around his body, she grinned and forced it down. “Stop that,” He told her.

“I see you,” She hissed. “Say it to my face.”

Geto stepped to intervene but Yaga moved his arm in front of him. “Let her.”

Gojo’s cheeks turned red. “A curse.”

Her lips curled into a grin. “Was that so hard?”

He flung a hand out to strike her.

Her hand curled around his wrist and glared at him. “My name is Megara Ren, remember it asshat.”

Ya'll tell me if this is going well. I got bullied into this by my friends.

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[fushiglow]

i saw this fa and immediately thought of over the threshold!! tsumiki would totally be so loved by the audience on produce ahahah (and ofc by her family ❤️) if tsumiki was in this story, what would that look like? :D

i also wanted to ask about the audience’s reaction to satoru dedicating a song to suguru at his concert!!! as someone who is in kpop fandoms (which is also why this fic is so dear to me, the parallels with the challenges and pressures they face;;) i can just imagine all the takes fans would immediately have about the whole thing AHAHA also makes me go aww that suguru couldn’t fully enjoy the performance but sksjddj i loved the angst sm

i also have sm questions about satoru’s past but that’s spoilers LOL and i love learning alongside suguru about the layers satoru has… there’s so much to unpack i’m so excited to see how both stsg’s pasts unfold…!! including megumi and gojo’s past AAAAA their bond in every universe is really everything to meeeee and gojo being a support for the next generation criiiies *plays snooze by agust d* AND CHOSO AND GETO? what went onnnnnnnnn i also did not get the sugar-ooh until geto did and it was such a fun revelation my jaw literally DROPPED LOOOOL

i find the way you write stsg so so fascinating too how they bring out different sides to each other like when satoru speaks quieter and sincerely and suguru (and us readers) is hit with realizing again and again that there’s so much he doesn’t know and hasn’t figured out yet about satoru which makes this even more compelling [big heart] ah i love this fic so much and i’m so happy to have found your writing (i will never ever ever ever get over rivers crossed mountains scaled omg) and am veryyyyy much looking forward to what comes next for them!!!

also so sorry this was long and a mix of questions and comments skdkdk for future reference do u prefer these via tumblr or ao3?

OHHHH I love you so much for dropping this in my inbox 😭

So, Tsumiki is definitely present in the Threshold universe! Gojo didn't mention her by name when he was telling Megumi's story, but when he said Megumi didn't want the Zen'in fortune because he's "stubborn as hell", he was talking about Tsumiki.

It's a parallel to canon basically. The Zen'in — obsessed with bloodlines as they are — seriously underestimated the strength of the Fushiguro siblings' bond when they refused to factor Tsumiki into their discussions with Megumi. Hence, he followed Gojo into music rather than rely on their dirty money. That's why the Zen'in blame Gojo, even though it's really just because Megumi's a spiteful little so-and-so! 😏

Because of the parallels with canon, Megumi would try to keep Tsumiki away from the toxicity of the music industry as much as possible — hence why she wasn't at the album launch. However, I like to think that her career is adjacent to Megumi's in some capacity! As much as I love writing about the Fushiguro siblings' relationship with Gojo, the inclusion of that story served more to give Suguru a look into the real Gojo Satoru, so she's unlikely to feature in this fic. I think continuing their story would require a sequel — which I'm not even gonna think about until Threshold is finished... I'm not, I'm not thinking about it!

As for Gojo's dedication at the concert, he spoke in Japanese so Suguru would understand him, so most of the audience wouldn't have known what he was saying immediately. However, I'm sure the online reactions once the videos were translated and passed around were very interesting! Having said that, it's hard to communicate the nuances of the Japanese language in an English language fic. To most English speakers, "this was the first song I played for them" seems like a deliberate omission of gender, but that's not the case in Japanese. So, I imagined Gojo using his native tongue very responsibly in that moment, sticking to language that sounds purely professional — but that wouldn't stop fans from speculating 👀

I'm not planning to explore Gojo's past in *too* much detail because it's mostly his present and his future that are relevant to the story. Meanwhile, it's Suguru with the big fat question mark over his past... 🫠 So, if you want to ask questions, go ahead and I will simply avoid sharing spoilers! As for where to ask questions, Tumblr lends itself to longer answers so if you enjoyed this response, probably best to ask here! However, AO3 comments feed my body and soul so feel free to leave those too... It's whatever you prefer really 🥰

Megumi and Gojo's relationship is everything to me tooooo, no one can stop me from shoehorning it into every damn fic I write! So happy you're enjoying SatoSugu's dynamic in this story — and that you enjoyed Rivers Crossed so much! Thank you so so much for all your kind words, and your interest in the fic! I loved answering this soooo much ♥

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: IV

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You, Nanami, and Haibara take on a mission to help Gojo and Geto.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4.3k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: the found familyest found family

“This does not seem like the kind of mission that first years should be assigned to,” Nanami said as you trudged through the airport, the veins of his hand standing out from how hard he was clutching the strap of the bag carrying his characteristic blunt blade. “It’s definitely inappropriate for them to have called us here.”

“Maybe so, but I’m still psyched. I really want to show Geto that I’m reliable and strong!” Haibara said.

“Plus, he and Gojo are working so hard to protect that poor girl. We should do whatever we can to help them in their cause,” you said, absentmindedly stroking the Sword of Syrinx, which hung from your belt as always.

“I doubt they’re doing anything that serious,” Nanami muttered. “Knowing them, they’re probably slacking off as usual, leaving us to do the actual hard work.”

“I don’t know about that. If they specifically were called on the mission, that means it’s special grade worthy. They probably won’t even have a chance to slack off, and whatever they’re dealing with must be worse than what we have going on. Otherwise, they would’ve offered to trade positions with us,” you said.

“Whatever,” Nanami said with a frown. “It’s still way more work than I was planning on doing over the weekend, and you know what the worst part is? Since it’s their mission, we won’t even get paid for the hours of our lives that we are losing.”

“I’m sure we can get Hinode to convince the higher ups to give us a bonus if we do a good job,” you said. “But regardless, we came here as a favor to our upperclassmen, so getting paid should be the furthest thing from your mind.”

When Gojo and Geto had texted you and Haibara respectively, asking for yours and Nanami’s help on their mission, you and Haibara had jumped at the chance to make yourselves useful. Nanami had been far more reluctant, but that was just how he was, so it was to be expected.

Though you had begun the mission thinking it would be difficult and dangerous, things were slow and there was little to do but people watch — this was at least somewhat interesting, given the number of eccentric people filing in and out of the airport at any given time.

You and Haibara began a game where you tried to imagine lives for the various travelers. Nanami thought the game was ridiculous and chose not to participate, leaving the two of you to giggle like schoolchildren over the increasingly over-the-top backstories you came up with.

“I bet she’s on the run,” you said.

“From the law or from gangsters?” Haibara said, eyes wide and voice hushed as he glanced at the woman you were surreptitiously motioning towards.

“From her former lover,” you said.

“Why?” he said.

“He only married her to inherit the family fortune, but she found out in the nick of time and is now absconding with her wealth to reunite with her childhood best friend, who has secretly been in love with her for years,” you said.

“How romantic!” he said. “I bet that guy is in the middle of a heist.”

“Jewels or art?”

“Probably the glass eye of a famous politician.”

“What does that even mean?” you said. Haibara shrugged.

“First odd thing I could think of. How would he even pull that off?” he said.

“Maybe when the politician was in a deep, deep sleep — you know the kind where your lids are fluttering and all? Yeah, that stage — he snuck into the room, used his fingers to manually open the politician’s eyes, plucked the glass one right out, and then escaped before the politician could wake up,” you said.

“Would it be slimy?” he said.

“The glass eye? Probably, but I’d assume he rinsed it off for storage purposes. That briefcase looks like leather,” you said. “If you mean the politician, I’d have to say that’s an outdated joke.”

“But you probably found it funny anyways,” he said.

“Maybe a little bit,” you acquiesced.

“Say, do you think we’ll have to stay here for the night?” Haibara said.

“Probably not,” Nanami said, finally deigning to speak to you all. He was currently perusing a rack of magazines idly, though you knew none of them would interest him very much. At that moment, your phone buzzed, and when you flipped it open, you saw that it was a text from Gojo.

‘extending trip for an extra day xoxo.’

“It looks like they’re staying for an extra day,” you said, showing Nanami the text. “So probably, yes.”

His face turned green, and he grabbed your phone as if he could not quite comprehend what he was reading. “That’s cruel. We’ve been here the whole day.”

You scoffed. “It’s not that big of a deal. The girl’s going to have to merge with Tengen; don’t you think she at least deserves a couple of days of fun before she essentially loses her life? What they’re doing is a good thing.”

“Why’d you have to go and make it a question of morality?” he said. “Ugh. We’ll take turns sleeping.”

“I’m not tired yet,” you said.

“Neither am I,” he said. In unison, you turned to look at Haibara, who was already slumped against the wall, snoring lightly. You smiled fondly at him, and even Nanami relaxed a bit, taking off his jacket and draping it over Haibara like a blanket.

“I guess he’s first, then,” you said. Nanami leaned against the wall beside Haibara, and you did the same. Although you needed to remain vigilant, both of you allowed yourselves to take a moment to breathe. After a day of nothing happening, it was hard to believe that anything would actually attack you.

“Do you ever wonder what our futures will be like?” Nanami said, some time later. It had gotten to be late enough at night that the airport had quieted a bit, or at least gotten as quiet as an airport could get, and it almost seemed like the two of you — plus the sleeping Haibara — were the only ones in the whole building. It would’ve been eerie, but with Nanami and the Sword of Syrinx at your side, you found you were not scared.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “But also, not really. I expect it’ll just be an endless cycle of exorcising curses until I’m killed or retire.“

“Besides being a sorcerer,” he said. You tilted your head, gazing out at the night sky through the glass windows of the airport.

“What else is there, besides being a sorcerer?” you said. “It’s all I have left for me, since my parents clearly want nothing to do with me and I don’t really have any friends to speak of back home.”

“I wish there was something else,” he said.

“Do you not want to be a sorcerer or something?” you said. It was the first you had ever heard of such a thing; though Nanami hated having to do any work, he also was a model student and excellent at his job.

“It’s a shitty life, that’s all. You said it best — an endless cycle of exorcising curses until you die. Maybe you’ll get to retire, if you’re lucky,” he said. “There’s not even a point to it all.”

“That’s true,” you said. “But…no, I can’t argue with that. You’re right.”

“It’s probably the hour,” he said when your dissatisfaction became clear. “It’s so easy to slip into depressing thoughts during the night. Let’s talk about something else. Look, the moon’s already so high in the sky. It’s pretty tonight, isn’t it?”

“It is,” you said. It was bright and full, a silver dollar in a velvet sky, peering down at you benevolently. “I miss the stars, though.”

It was because there were too many lights. Cities never slept, after all; it was never fully dark enough to see anything besides the moon and the winking of planes passing by overhead. For some reason, it made you sad, though you could not recall ever caring much about the stars in the past.

“They’re still out there somewhere,” he said. “Even if we can’t see them, it doesn’t mean they’re gone.”

“I suppose not, but it’s hard to believe in things without the proof of their existence,” you said.

“As long as they were there at one point, I can do it,” he said. “That’s enough proof for me.”

A manager came to pick you all up when it was time to go back. Contrary to Nanami’s complaints, it really had been an uneventful mission. The most excitement was when a shop owner accused Haibara of stealing the book he had, in fact, paid for, but it was all smoothed over when you showed her the receipt. Otherwise, you all had done little more than laze around and do what you would’ve done back at the school anyways.

“Were Gojo and Geto successful?” you said as the manager started the engine and pulled out of the airport parking lot. You were sitting in the backseat with Haibara, as Nanami had claimed he would get carsick if he could not be in the front — whether this was true or not, you weren’t sure, but neither you nor Haibara were willing to risk it.

The manager cleared her throat. “Well. No, not exactly.”

You cocked your head, for certainly you must’ve heard her wrong. Haibara seemed similarly confused, and even Nanami stiffened a bit, though this might’ve been due to nausea.

“I think you might’ve misunderstood what I was saying,” you said, as politely as you could manage. How was it that Geto and Gojo, the strongest sorcerers, the best of the best, had failed? It was inconceivable. You could not imagine a world in which they were not the pinnacle of achievement. Nothing was supposed to be impossible for them, so how could one simple mission have gotten their better?

“I didn’t,” the manager said, turning the car sharply, throwing you against your seatbelt, which instantly turned taut so that you didn’t smash into the seat in front of you. “Gojo and Geto failed. The girl was killed by an assassin before she could merge with Tengen.”

“An assassin?” Haibara said. “Are the upperclassmen okay?”

The manager did not say anything, and your stomach dropped. Your nails sunk into the black leather seat, and your toes curled as various scenarios ran through your mind.

“Geto was in critical condition, but the assassin supposedly left him alive for fear of what would happen to his gathered curses should he die, so Ieri was able to heal him,” the manager finally said. “As for Gojo —”

“No,” you said immediately, cutting her off before she could finish. “He’s alright. Don’t lie and say that he’s not.”

How was it that even in your worst nightmares, you hadn’t imagined Gojo harmed? He was supposed to be untouchable. He had the Infinity that not even his counterpart Geto could claim, he was that rambunctious boy that had effortlessly exorcised the curse about to kill you and then bought you food. You could believe anything else. You could believe that Geto had been beaten, though even that was fantastical, more fiction than reality, but at least you could envision it. But Gojo? You could not. You could not even picture it. He was so full of vitality, he was life itself, and the absence of it, emptiness in what ought to be whole, was wrong.

“He is alright,” the manager said. You, Haibara, and Nanami breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was more than just caring for Gojo that fueled it. If there existed a being that was Gojo’s superior, then none of you were safe. Gojo’s power was monstrous and unprecedented, but if he was a monster — and of course he was not, but even if he was — he was a monster that was on your side. It was easier to be alright with impossibility when it was to your benefit. It was harder to accept when it was an unknown, when it wanted to harm you, even.

“So, then? Why’d you hesitate and frighten all of us like that?” you said, hugging the Sword of Syrinx to your chest. It sent out a pulse of warmth, its attempt at soothing you, and to its credit, it worked, the cursed energy mixing with your own and raising your spirits just a bit.

“He was killed,” she said. “And left for dead. Somehow, that situation managed to unlock his reverse cursed technique, and subsequently his cursed technique reversal. He healed himself and used his newfound discovery to utilize a secret technique, the Hollow Technique Purple, before using it to kill the assassin.”

“Um?” you said. “I don’t know how I should feel about that.”

“It’s like I’ve gone through every stage of grief at once,” Haibara mused.

“That’s a dumbass name for a technique,” Nanami said with an air of finality. “Especially one as difficult and powerful as that. The best they could come up with was Purple?”

“I’m just glad he’s alright,” you said, grateful to Nanami for lightening the mood. “Also, Purple makes sense. It’s a combination of Red and Blue.”

“Which, by the way, aren’t much better,” he said. “Whatever. Good for him for learning to use it.”

This was how he expressed himself, so you didn’t reprimand him. No matter how much he claimed to dislike Gojo, it was nothing more than surface-level, and when it came down to it, he had been just as worried about him as you and Haibara had been.

There were still slick sanguine stains covering the stone courtyard of the school, fly head curses buzzing around, sticking their proboscises into the puddles and growing fat from the blood they sucked up. You paused by the deepest well, staring at the depths of the liquid, half-mesmerized and half-sickened by the sheen of power glossed over the top.

“This is Gojo’s,” you said, a sour taste in your mouth. “But there’s so much.”

“Let’s go,” Nanami said, lightly touching your shoulder. “Don’t dwell on it. He’s fine, you heard the manager say so.”

“But there’s just so much,” you repeated. It was everywhere, rivers and rivers that the curses were feasting on without care. It didn’t matter if the manager said Gojo was okay. You weren’t like Nanami. You couldn’t believe in anything without proof, and the only proof you had was what you saw in front of you.

There was a faint voice in the back of your mind.

Would you like to…would you like to…

When you tried to discern what it was saying, however, it disappeared. You ground your teeth in frustration. Because now anger had taken over your feeble terror, and before you could really think about it, you had drawn the Sword of Syrinx.

“What are you doing?” Haibara said. It was not accusing; he was just curious, and you squared your shoulders before you responded.

“These curses,” you said, pointing the sword at them. “They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve to get stronger because of someone else’s pain.”

“There’s nothing to be done about it,” Nanami said. “Come on, I’m sure Hinode is waiting for us.”

“There is something to be done about it,” you said. “And I will do it. I will exorcise them.”

“Me, too!” Haibara said. Maybe he had also been thinking along the same lines and was glad you had spoken up, or maybe it was a novel idea you had had, but either way, you were glad for the support.

“You guys are such a headache,” Nanami said, but he was already taking out his blunt blade and activating his technique on a nearby fly head.

There were so many curses crawling around the campus that it was already high noon by the time you had exorcised all of them. In an effort to calm your temper, Haibara had proposed a competition, and then the fighting actually became somewhat fun, each of you tallying up the amount of curses you took out and trying to get rid of more than the others.

“I got 360,” Nanami said.

“Weak numbers,” Haibara commented. “668 for me.”

“What the hell?” Nanami said. “Where did you even find that many? And why did you go that hard?”

“I had to win!” Haibara said. “Let’s hear it, Y/N.”

“672,” you said. “How does it feel to lose?”

“It was only barely,” Haibara said. “So I’ll take it.”

“At least you did better than Nanami,” you agreed. “Nanami, were you even trying?”

“No,” he said. You looked at him and then at Haibara, who made a face as if to remind you you couldn’t really expect much more from Nanami.

“Fair enough,” you said. “Now, we should really go check in with Hinode.”

“If he’s upset with us, I’m blaming you,” Nanami said.

Hinode was in his classroom when you three walked in, drawing something on the chalkboard that resembled a swarm of fly head curses. When you shuffled into the room, he did not even turn around to greet you, continuing to draw, digging his chalk into the board passive-aggressively.

“It’s good to see my students showed up,” he said. “I was beginning to think they’d skip the entire day.”

“Sorry, sir,” you said. “It’s my fault.”

“I’m a relaxed teacher, but even I occasionally have things for you all to do,” he continued. “I don’t know what you were so busy with, but in the meantime, the campus has been swarmed with fly head curses. If we let them wander around willy-nilly, they’ll multiply into a real problem. Even this much time having elapsed means it’ll be harder to get rid of them once and for all.”

“More fly heads? But we just exorcised so many,” Haibara said. “What gives?”

“I already got rid of 360,” Nanami said. “That’s my quota for the day. Anything more and I want to be paid a bonus.”

“Hinode, sir, I’m sorry we were late to class, but we were busy cleaning up the campus from all of the fly heads that came due to the assassin’s attack. If those are the fly heads you speak of, then rest assured that they have already been taken care of,” you said.

“You three exorcised all 1,700 of those fly head curses without even being asked to?” Hinode said, the chalk dropping from his hand and turning to dust under his foot as he took a step towards you.

“Yes. Should we not have?” you said. “It was just really gross that they were sitting around and drinking Gojo’s blood like that. Speaking of which, you should send someone to wash that whole mess up. Oh! And, um, is Gojo around?”

“He’s in his room,” Hinode said. “Did you guys seriously get rid of all of the fly heads already?”

“Do you not believe us?” Haibara said.

“We’re definitely strong enough to deal with a bunch of curses that are so weak, they don’t even qualify as grade 4’s,” Nanami said.

“I’m not doubting you, it’s just…no, never mind. Good job; I’m sorry for being angry earlier. You can take the rest of the day to shower and do whatever you want. I’m proud of you,” Hinode said.

Proud. You, Nanami, and Haibara had made Hinode proud. The three of you barely made it out of the room before you and Haibara squealed, grabbing Nanami into a group hug.

“We made Hinode happy!” Haibara said.

“Can you believe it? Kaito Hinode, the Kaito Hinode, he’s proud of us!” you said. Nanami rolled his eyes but did not even shove you off.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it’s pretty cool,” he said. Even though Hinode was never critical and was actually pretty liberal with his praise, it still felt different this time. It wasn’t like you had succeeded at doing something you had been assigned — you had exceeded his expectations, made him proud just by being yourselves. It was the most validation you had ever received.

“Now, I’m going to shower and nap until dinner time,” Haibara said, letting Nanami go.

“Skipping lunch? That’s so unlike you,” you said.

“It pains me to do so, but I’m just exhausted. We barely got any rest at the airport, and then the sheer number of fly heads we had to exorcise took more out of me than I initially realized it would,” Haibara said with a yawn.

“I agree,” Nanami said. “I might eat, but then I’m getting in bed for a bit. I need to catch up on my rest, and my back hurts.”

“I guess I’ll see you all at dinner, then,” you said.

“You’re not going to sleep?” Haibara said.

“I would like to, but I want to make sure Gojo is alright first,” you said.

“You’re such a good underclassman,” Nanami said.

“Send our well-wishes!” Haibara said.

“Yes, please do that,” Nanami said.

“I’ll be sure to,” you said.

Gojo’s room was locked tightly shut, and when you knocked, the only answer you received was a muffled go away. It was enough proof that he was alive, so technically you should’ve been satisfied by it, but you knew all too well that being alive and being alright were two separate things.

You returned a few minutes later with the necessary supplies, and then you braved knocking again.

“It’s me, Y/N,” you said softly.

“I’m busy,” he said.

“I brought sweets?” you tried, crinkling the paper bag of convenience store snacks you had gotten to bribe him into opening the door. They were nothing like what he had treated you to on your mission together, but they were enough that a few seconds later, he cracked his door open, a single suspicious blue eye peeking out at you.

“Come in,” he said, replacing his glasses and opening the door wider after affirming that you did, in fact, have sweets with you. You slipped into the room and set the bag on the desk. He was on it like a vulture, unwrapping packets and shoving the food in his mouth, hardly even chewing before he swallowed and reached for more.

There were so many things you wanted to say. You’re alive. You failed. How did it happen? You’re the strongest now. What does Hollow Technique Purple even mean? Are you alright? No, really, are you alright?

What you actually said was this: “You’ll choke.”

“No, I won’t,” he said between mouthfuls. “That’d be a stupid way to die.”

“There are very few stupid ways to die, and that’s not one of them,” you said.

“Is being attacked by a flock of geese?” he said.

“They are notoriously aggressive birds,” you said.

“Is slipping on a banana peel and breaking your neck?”

“Banana peels are serious threats to society.”

“Is —” His blithe tone dissipated in an instant, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Is being one of the strongest sorcerers and getting beaten by someone with no cursed energy at all?”

“Even the strongest sorcerers are still human,” you said. “If I were such a being, I would do well to remember that. Even if the world called me a monster or a god, I would have to keep in mind that I am only one person.”

“Then it doesn’t count as a stupid way to die in your mind?” he said.

“Heavenly Restrictions are no joke,” you said. “If I went out like that, I’d be proud.”

“Proud!” he said. “What pride is there in losing?”

“There’s pride in having fought at all,” you said. “That’s the important bit. If I’ve learned one thing from studying and from Nanami and the others, it’s that there’s no real winning in this life. There’s just those that continue to struggle and those that give up.”

“Things should be easy if you’re the strongest. I shouldn’t have to struggle,” he said.

“Then maybe that means you aren’t the strongest yet,” you said.

He contemplated this. “Well, I haven’t mastered the Domain Expansion.”

“Hm,” you said. You did not know what a Domain Expansion was, but Gojo seemed to think it was important, so you pretended like you did. “Massive shortcoming.”

“Exactly,” he said. “And I still need to work on my Infinity.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “You’ve gotta go to infinity and beyond.”

He did not even recognize the reference. “Yes! I need to go beyond the normal limits of the technique and take it to the next level if I want to be the strongest.”

“Sure,” you said. If he found solace in it, then who were you to tell him that that wasn’t quite what you had meant to say?

“You’re a helpful girl, Y/N. I knew there was a reason you were my favorite of the first years!” he said. “Also, thanks for the sweets.”

“Anytime,” you said, unable to keep up with his changes in mood and finding no point in trying. “Oh, it looks like Hinode just emailed me, so I should probably see what that’s all about, but I’m happy we could talk for a little bit.”

“See you around,” he said. “Expect a sandwich for your troubles.”

“I look forward to it,” you said, leaving Gojo’s room and opening up the email Hinode had sent you.

Subj.: URGENT Mission Alert

In the wake of Satoru Gojo’s power increase, curses with unprecedented levels of strength will begin to manifest. One such curse has already appeared at a nearby animal shelter, and we have been assigned with exorcising it. Bring the Sword of Syrinx.

Thx,

Kaito Hinode

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Please, do go on about regency!Megumi, I just wanna [redacted]

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Regency!megumi x afab!reader

Was this truly meant to be your fate?

“You can go mingle.” You murmured to Megumi beside you. “We don’t have to spend every moment together.”

“How else am I meant to show how much I adore you?” His words could have been honey, but his tone was vinegar. He stared at the dance floor with distain, the decorations around the ballroom with distain, even the other partygoers who came up to you both to make small talk got a hard eye from the tall man. Did honestly nothing make this man happy? Was he determined to make you as miserable as he was?

His attitude was beginning to affect your ability to socialize. You normally were the center of attention at a party. People all but stood in line to have a moment of your time, and your dance card was filled before the notes of the first quadrille even echoed through the ballroom. You didn’t mind the attention, nor did you seek it out either. But the isolating air surrounding Megumi had somehow enveloped you, only a handful of your acquaintances had come over to say hello and your dance card wasn’t even half full. Your beau had unenthusiastically written his own name down for the opening quadrille, but other possible suitors were deterred by Megumi’a icy reception.

“You could go fetch me some lemonade.” You offered, since he seemed to detest his existence at this point. “I believe my father is nearby with the other chaperones.”

“I’d rather not.” He looked around the room with a critical gaze. “Too many clucking hens over there.”

You pressed your lips together to avoid scolding him for his cruel words. Maybe this was a bad idea. Megumi was the only one you had thought of when it came to a partner for your pretend-courting scheme. Additionally, he was close with Yuuji. There was more chance your paths would cross, giving you the opportunity to let him get to know you.

“Miss (L/N).” You snapped out of your reflection to see Kinji Hakari standing before you, smiling politely. You returned it, though slightly less genuine. Looking over his shoulder, you saw Yuuta and Yuuji standing along the opposite wall, talking with some of their old college friends. Why hadn’t he even come over to greet you yet? He and Megumi were friends, were they not?

“Fushiguro.” Kinji’s tone was almost as harsh as Megumi’s had been the whole night as he acknowledged your partner. “I didn’t expect you to be here tonight. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Well, I heard Miss (L/N) was attending, who would miss that opportunity?” He responded. You pressed your lips together in a firm line at his comment. Kinji was not subtle when it came to his pursuit of wealthier ladies. You were your father’s only child and last of his line. Whoever married you would someday inherit his fortune of 6,000 pounds a year. With his known gambling habits, you were sure he was not looking for companionship when he pursued you.

Pleasantries aside, Kinji had already turned away from Megumi even before the latter had finished speaking. “Miss (L/N), I hope you still have room on your dance card. I was beaten out last time, I will not let the same happen again.”

Before you could speak, coming up with an excuse to avoid a dance with the sleazy man, Megumi was speaking.

“Her dance card is already full.” His indifferent tone had turned harsh. His presence had become domineering, but all the energy was not directed at you. Instead, it was directed at Kinji, and the two men had begun a staring match with you in the middle. “I don’t believe she needs to be lead by a known gambler.”

Kinji’s mouth turned into a deprecating smile. “At least I have money to spare, instead of living off the charity of the Gojo family.”

His hands moved to the dance card in your hands, but in an instant Megumi had snatched the card so quickly the friction burned your fingertips. In one fell swoop, he extracted a pen from his breast pocket and scrawled his name in large letters across all remaining space on the small piece of paper. Once he was done, he dropped it back into your hands and stared at Kinji.

“It is now.”

“Is there a problem here?”

Your trio turned toward the intrusion and saw Yuuta and Yuuji standing mere feet from the small group, the same hard expression that had been on Megumi’s face moments ago. It was Yuuta who had spoke, now coming to stand between you and Kinji purposefully.

“No, no problem at all.” Kinji’s air of grace was replaced just as quickly as it had left as he smiled at Yuuta. “My suspicions were just confirmed. Apparently ill breeding does beget ill-breeding.”

Megumi’s hand reached out as if he were going to grab Kinji by his lapel but was stopped by Yuuji grabbing his wrist and bringing it back down to his side. “Not here.” He whispered. It didn’t matter anyway. Kinji was already walking away, though his eyes lingered on you as he moved. An involuntary shudder passed over you while you wrapped your arms around yourself to combat the sudden chill.

“Come, (f/n). Uncle was looking for you.” Yuuta offered you his arm. “Megumi, I think I saw Miss Kugisaki in the gardens with the elder Miss Zenin. You should say hello.” It was an excuse he could easily use to get some air. But as you walked away, he stayed in his spot, his gaze burning into your back.

Why had he tried to protect you? He had been borderline cruel the past two weeks, doing the bare minimum to maintain the facade of your courtship while doing little to actually get to know you or at least enjoy the ruse together. He seemed to mock you as he asked how your plan was going while offering no help to accomplish your goal. You were sure he would have relished watching you suffer through a dance or two with that eel a man. Why did he step in, instead of allowing you to be thrown to the wolves?

You looked over your shoulder at Megumi and Yuuji. Sure enough, Yuuji had his back turned to you, talking to Megumi with a level of animation that probably was not appropriate for a ballroom, given how his stepmother was quickly crossing the floor toward him. Megumi was watching you though, with an expression that would only be described as concern. Just what was his game?

It didn’t matter. He had had done a service for you. It was only polite the words you mouthed to him next, over your shoulder.

Thank you.

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GOJO SATORU || BECOME A REAL COUPLE

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine (with she/her pronouns)

| word count : 2700

| published : 05 december 

| request : Hi hiiii!! I saw that your requests were open again :) I would like to order a black coffee please! a fake dating → feelings realisation where (fem) reader is from one of the big 3 clans and is pressured into finding a SO by her clan. So Gojo offers to fake date her; meeting her parents etc. Only for them both to realise that they ended up falling for each other. Would love to see how you determine the way they handle it and confess for real. Thank you!! Love all your work so far x

| barista’s notes : can i be completely honest with you? this little piece isn’t really my best ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ even though it’s only been 2 days but i already feel like my writing skills have disappeared ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, thank you so much for loving all my work ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ i really hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“You have to get married soon Y/N! You’re 27 and we have no heir for the Kamo clan!”

“Didn’t I leave the clan 10 years ago? There is no way I’m going to listen to someone like you nor my child is forced to become a jujutsu sorcerer, and what makes this more irritating is that you came all the way to my workplace to tell me this,” you snapped back at the man in front of you, before turning around trying to walk away from the situation. However, it seemed like the old man wasn’t going to give in to the situation or to the rejection of your answer, he was stubborn - just like you were, after all, that was the only thing you inherited from that man.

“Y/N! I am your father and I demand you to listen to me!”

“Shut up!” you shouted before turning to look over your shoulder. The man that stood there pride and arrogance running through his veins - something that you didn’t inherit, fortunately. There was no way you could call this man your father. The same ‘father’ that criticized you for not having the same blood manipulation like the rest of the family - well that’s what he gets for being with a woman from a different clan that had a different curse technique that you inherited - an outcast, that was what you were within the Kamo clan, yet they still demanded you to get married and have a child to keep the lineage going. There was no way in hell you were going to follow their rules.

“What a disgusting father you are, no wonder mother left you,” you commented with a smirk before continuing to walk away to go back to where you were heading. On the other hand, it seemed like someone else wanted to disturb your plans.

“Y/N~”

                                     ꕥ

At this current moment in time, you were standing in front of one of the very few vending machines that were located within Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College wondering what you were going to choose since you were still undecided. Cold Water? Milk tea? Coffee? Maybe a carbonated fruit drink to satisfy your sweet tooth? You weren’t so sure.

“Have you put money in the machine yet honey~?” someone asked you from behind, causing you to quickly turn around to see a tall white-haired figure standing before you with a teasing smile painted upon his face.

“Satoru? Ah...no I haven’t” you muttered as you scratched your cheek with your finger, trying to occupy yourself with something to not look at him. “Let me pay for you then,” Gojo then offered as he reached over to the side, accidentally brushing his arm - causing you to tense up - before he placed some of his coins within the slot to add some currency into the machine before you could even deny his offer.

“I could pay for myself you know, and we’re alone, you don’t have to act,” you stated before sighing in defeat, as you turned back around to decide what you were going to choose once again. “I know,” Gojo commented back to you before gently placing his chin upon your shoulder, leading you to tense up once again from the physical contact before slowing relaxing, “but what type of boyfriend would be I if I didn’t treat you a little?”.

‘Well fake boyfriend Satoru’

                                        ꕥ

“Your family pressuring you again?” Satoru cheerfully asked as he walked beside you, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere from the conversation that you had with your ‘father’ just a few seconds ago.

“More like the Kamo clan than the L/N clan, get married this, get married that. Is that all I am good for? Marriage? Augh, I just need them to leave me alone, I left for a damn reason,” you ranted as you put your hands in your pockets, restraining yourself from punching something to let out some steam.

“How about I date you then?” Gojo suddenly asked, leading you to look at him with the most wide-eyed expression like he had just said something completely stupid - to which he did - but before you could even augre what he just stated, Gojo quickly began to explain what he meant by his little statement. “What I mean is let’s fake that we’re dating, we deceive everyone that we’re together and the Kamo clan will finally leave you alone once they realise that you are in a relationship with someone from the Gojo clan aka me, they can’t augre with that,”.

Still looking at your colleague with a dumbfounded expression, you turned your head to look in front of you before thinking about what he had just suggested. What Gojo stated to you was somewhat a clever idea. The Kamos family was obsessed with bloodlines and for you to be with Gojo means that they would foolishly believe they can become more powerful. Even though you didn’t physically inherit the blood manipulation curse technique, you still had in somewhere in your veins due to your father meaning they would believe they still have a chance for a powerful heir. However, that would mean you have to announce this to the clan as well as your mother’s clan - which wasn’t much of an issue for her side - it was just too much effort for a fake relationship.

“Satoru that is so much effort, you’re going to have to meet the Kamo clan then,” you commented, after realising the pros and cons of this little ordeal. “I know, but once we end this little fakery of a relationship, they don’t have to know, you don’t have to report your every move to them, remember you left,” Gojo explained back, leading to any worries that you had manifesting to instantly fade away with the wind. 

Taking one last sigh, you turned back to him and nodded. “Fine, let’s fake date Satoru,” you finally declared before taking your hand out in front of him for a handshake, leading to the powerful shaman to take hold of your hand before firmly shaking it, “okay fake-girlfriend! Leave it to me,”

                                ꕥ

Sitting in front of your dad across a table was something you never wished on your worst enemy, you hated that you were back in the four walls that you had escaped from many years ago. However, for some odd reason, when Gojo was by your side, you felt completely safe.

“Since when did this little association between the both of you come to play?” your father asked in a suspicious tone as he eyed both you and Gojo - yet, knowing how greedy your father was for power, you could tell he was delighted at the fact you were ‘together’ with the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. 

“Ah~ We have been together since our last year at Jujutsu Tech,” Gojo explained as he turned to look at you with a cheeky smile on his face to which you smiled back at him, trying to keep up with the facade of being a fake couple. “And you didn’t inform me this Y/N?” your father then asked to which then you explained, “well, I did leave the clan a year after that, so I had the right to no inform you. After all, I’m not your daughter like you stated beforehand,” 

Angered by your sudden statement, your father immediately slammed his hand on the desk as if the statement wasn’t true at all. “I demanded you to come back, I demanded you to respect the name of the Kamo Clan and this is how you taint it,” you father roared in fury, causing Gojo to put an arm out in front of you as if he was protecting you from anything that could happen to cause you to look at him in shock.

“Technically, Y/N didn’t even taint your name, she took their mother’s, so you’re in the wrong here, don’t do something that you will regret,” Gojo sinisterly threatened the man that was in front of both on you, before taking your hand in his as a way to comfort you - surprising you once again from his actions, yet for some reason, you gripped on his hand somewhat conveying him that you were thankful for him standing up for you.

                                      ꕥ

“Ah Miss Y/N, did you come to see your mother?” a maid asked in a surprised tone, once she noticed that you came out of your designated room with you adjusting your red obi sash around your waist as your wore your family’s kimono, white was light in colour embroidered with the minimalist design of flowers and butterflies - giving you a somewhat soft feminine look, contrasting the portrayal of your character somewhat.

“You know you don’t have to put the ‘Miss’ in front of my name, and I do apologise for the sudden visit, I forgot to inform you all,” you told the maid with a gentle smile, leading to the maid to smile at you back before you then continued with, “Ah, I did come to meet my mother, but have you seen Satoru? Like a tall man with white hair, who is also wearing sunglasses,”. However, before the maid could answer your question.

“Y/N~”

Turning around, you found Gojo walking towards you with your mother by his side, causing you to freeze in shock as you didn’t expect him to go to your mother without you. “I thought we agreed to greet my mother together Satoru,” you commented as you pointed your index finger at him to emphasise your point, only for him to smile at you cheekily before scanning his eyes up and down at your new outfit. “You do look beautiful in your kimono though, is this what you wear when you come back home?” Gojo then asked, to which you nodded at his question - trying to ignore your pending blush being slowly painted in your cheeks - before you quickly greeted your mother, who was watching from the sideline.

“Good Afternoon mom, I apologise for coming to visit you so suddenly,” you said to her, to which your mother softly smiled at you before cupping your cheeks in her hands. “There is no need to apologise, I’m happy that you came back home since you are so busy back at the school, but also I’m happy that your boyfriend introduced himself to me, he is quite a different character must I say,” she commented with a light laugh, causing you to turn to him wondering what he had said to her, only for him to put up a peace sign as if that would answer your wondering thoughts. Although, before you could even vocalise your confusion, your mother linked her arms with yours before guiding you down the corridor to welcome you home.

“I can tell he really cares about you Y/N,” your mother stated, causing you to look at her with a perplexed expression to which she then smiled back at you before beckoning Gojo to follow the both of you to invite him for some sweets and tea that were being prepared.

‘If only you knew mom, if you only knew how much I care about him as well even though this isn’t real’

                                      ꕥ

“You’ve been staring at the canned latte for some time, do you want that one?”��

Suddenly, you instantly snapped out of your thoughts - not realising that you were in a daze - causing you to then immediately click on the button indicating on the mentioned drink. “Ah, sorry I was just wondering if I should go with the strong or light one,” you then answered, trying to hide the fact you were looking back on the moments that you had with Gojo.

“Are you okay?” Gojo then asked as he removed his chin from your shoulder, letting you crouch down to grab the coffee from the dispenser before collecting the coins from the other dispenser to give back to Gojo, only for him to shake his hand and say, “if you need another drink, you can use it,”

‘Is that why he put extra in?’

“Are you sure?” you quietly ask, only for the cheeky shaman to nod his head before he deciding to walk with you to wherever you were heading off too. “Like I said before, what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil you a bit?” Gojo then asked once again, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“You know we’re not really dating right? We are a fake couple,” you mentioned, as you opened the can of coffee to take a sip after reminding him about the little plan that the both of you came up with to avoid the whole ‘marriage’ drama from the Kamo clan.

However, you didn’t hear an answer from your friend. Only pure silence surrounded the both of you, causing you to be perplexed on why you didn’t instantly hear a sassy comment back from the shaman, leading you to pause and turn your head to the side, only to see the man look at you dead in the eyes with his crystal blue ones.

‘Since when did he?’

“What if I don’t wanna be a fake boyfriend anymore?” Gojo questioned you with an uncharacteristic serious tone, causing you to look at him in bewilderment before quickly coming to the conclusion that he was probably teasing you.

“You mean you want to end this facade? If you want we can, there is kind of no point in continuing this little act,” you replied, as you took a sip of the caffeinated drink causing you to gain a little bit of energy in a short amount of time.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I don’t want to be your fake-boyfriend anymore, I want this to be real,” Gojo then declared, causing you to suddenly choke on the liquid in shock before letting out a coughing fit as you tried to clear your throat leading to Gojo patting your back to help you out.

“Ha?” you then expressed, not sure on how to react to his declaration as you tried to look for any deception in his eyes. “Oh you are being serious Satoru,” you then commented to which then he nodded as if he didn’t already convince you that he hadn’t already.

Quickly looking away from the man, you were trying to hide the rose hues that slowly was coming upon your face. You thought you were the only one feeling this way. You thought you were alone on this. Ever since that moment when you and Gojo met your father, you always wanted to stay by his side, you felt like you were important, you felt safe, you felt warm. 

It was like what your mother explained to you when you were young, ‘don’t make the same mistake as me Y/N, when you find someone you want to be with, make sure they make you feel safe and protect and not just the ‘butterflies in your stomach feeling’, I want you to feel loved and important, I’m so sorry for putting you through this’

“Y/N, come on say something, I’m not a nervous guy but this is something else you know,” Gojo pleaded as he wasn’t really enjoying the long silence that was going on around both you and him, only for you to suddenly grip his dark blue jacket before pulling him closer to press your face upon his chest as if you were still trying to hide but somewhat trying to express some confidence in what you were planning to do.

“Are you absolutely being serious ?” you then asked, once again asking how serious he was being.

“Absolutely serious,” Gojo then replied as he placed his large hand on the top of your head before caressing your hair, trying to comfort you from your embarrassment.

“Then I don’t wanna be your fake girlfriend anymore….please,” you then murmured as you gripped his jacket more tightly as you confessed your long time thoughts, only to suddenly feel a peck being placed on the crown of your head.

“Of course honey~ let’s become a real couple”

[devoutekuna]

Family vacations

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He didn't care for vacations, he didn't care for much stuff, even if it concerned you and his daughter. Taking you to a private island was the maximum he was doing, sat near the pool as watched over you two Sat on the other side of the pool as you dipped her legs in the water, splashing about as a stimulation method for her. Giggles filling up the gaping silence. "Would've been better if uraume was here", talking about the fact that his favourite cook wasn't there with him, meaning he couldn't eat humans for the next 2 weeks, you knew that when he got back to Japan he would be going on a rampage, ending an entire village for the freshest of meat.

"Let them rest, you make them cook for you everyday" trying to defend his cook as you carried on playing with your daughter. Your daughter grabbing into the top of your shirt as she pulled down on it, clearly wanting more of your attention. "Yeah yeah, you humans don't know anything about proper food"

Nanami-

He knows you'd have a hard time communicating with the locals in Malaysia so he opts out of that trip and takes you to the countryside, his second favourite vacation destination. Living in a rural area was a dream of his, getting to sit down at the bay window reading a book as his daughter played beside him, he was waiting for you to wake up so that he could take his daughter on a walk around the field.

"Mama!" Slapping your sleeping form awake, head still resting on the pillow as you gained awareness of your situation. "Me and papa are going on a walk!" Noticing her attire, pink floral dress to match your favourite flowers, her hair typed up into two pigtails. Nodding in response as you wished her a good time.

Your husband and daughter walked along the path after around 25 minutes, coming back with freshly picked strawberries and tulips, his daughter sleeping in his arms as he carried the basket in his other, head resting along his clothed shoulder with her hand gripping along his collar.

Geto-

He doesn't mind where you 3 go, but he would prefer somewhere hot, walking along the beach in the evening, sun setting along the beach as nobody was in sight, daughter trailing behind him, always reaching towards the water every few seconds since she saw something pretty. "Daddy I want that!" Pointing to the red seashell which washed up. Stopping in his tracks as he held your hand, waiting for you to stop walking. "Can I grab it?" She had asked that since last time she touched something on the beach it was a jellyfish, fortunately it didn't sting her.

Nodding his head as he held your hand tighter, squatting down as your thumb rubbed against his knuckles. Slowly sundress touching his shoulder slightly. "Look mama and papa!" Holding the shell in her small palms, tracing the details with her chubby fingers. "It's very pretty sweetheart!" Rubbing her hair gently, not enough to mess it up though.

Gojo-

He loves hot countries, getting an excuse to flex his body off. Sat in a bathing suit at the side of the bed as you picked out outfits for your 2 year old daughter, "Hurry up Y/N!" Laying down on the bed, stretching his slender arms out, hitting the edge of the bed. Giving him a glare back as your daughter sat on the armchair beside you, kicking her legs as she picked out an outfit. "Shut up Satoru, you come help our daughter then" defending your actions as you showed her a few more options, you didn't even know why she had so many bathing suits if you were just there for a week. "I'm good" a smile being heard in his voice as he checked up on you two.

"That one mummy!" Pointing at the light purple bathing suit. "Took your time" throwing a pillow at him as he gave you attitude.

Toji-

He didn't care much about where you went, as long as you 3 were together. Wandering around the city, you had dragged him out of the hotel room at 8pm, since you wanted to visit a local restaurant, scowl on his face as he held his daughter in his arms, hands gripping onto his hair as she looked around. "Are we almost there daddy?" The small girl eyeing all the food stands you walked past, peeking her face into his eyesight as she tugged further. "Ask ya' mother" pointing towards you and how quick you were compared to him, you clearly were eager for the restaurant.

Sat down at the booth as he placed down his daughter. "Was it really worth coming out at 8pm for this?" He wasn't in the mood for your stuff, especially since you had told him not to eat today since the food here was so good, he hadn't even seen the menu yet he was already annoyed, daughter laying on his torso as she tried not to fall asleep despite not doing any walking if her own.

"I told you it would be good" watching your husband stuff his face as your daughter tried your food, dipping her spoon into it. Smiling at him as he gave you an acknowledgement glare.

[eruhatesu]

i just have to get this out of my system before i freak out lmao

au where gojo and utahime has been friends for years and they know something is going on between them but neither wont do anything about it. so years later, they have their own relationship and gojo decided to marry his girlfriend. he does like her, shes the perfect wife material and his family loves her and vice versa. on the day of the wedding, utahime came with her boyfriend of 2 years, she decided to congratulate gojo so she went to his room. gojo was just tying his bowtie but cant do that but fortunately utahime was there. when their faces were inches away, gojo took a risk and kissed her. utahime was surprised but reciprocated it. they were surprised by what they have done but gojo quickly declared that hes been in love with utahime for a long time. gojo pleaded that they run away from there but utahime is hesitant, shes friends with the bride-to-be and doesnt think that these decisions should be done on a whim. gojo was losing hope that utahime would hate him forever for what he has done but utahime held his hand and said "where are we going now?"

and so they ran away from church and went abroad. before going on board the plane, gojo called geto to tell him what happened and to help him deliver his apologies to his ex-fiancee. geto wasnt surprised and shoko was actually laughing when she talked to utahime. they actually got married and went back home a month later to face the consequences and to deliver a good news of utahime getting pregnant (gojo didnt want to waste time to seal the deal lol).

ok ok I am frothing........

ANON. this is so juicy and I am very sorry for responding late on this. I wanna be on the right headspace when I reply because honestly I keep rereading this and I still get the heat on my neck when I get to the part that Gojo just goes for it and kisses her.....

That was a really nice build up. I hop you see this anon, and have a go in writing this in a whole fic! :):) Gouta week is near you might wanna do this for that!

I think you guys already am also a huge fan of long pining before actually giving in.... HNGGGG thank you so much for the food... huuhuhu I am so sorry I feel so bad having this locked up in my inbox 🥺

pls let me know you got to read this response..

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Regular (part 3): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: for Geto, there’s no one but you. And he wants that to be the same for you, too. Why would you even want anyone else? 

wc: 2.4K

tw: nsfw, nsfw, nsfw, please for the love of god dni if you’re minor. smut and more smut follows

a/n: There will be one last part for. wrap-up, but I literally have not written a single thing since before yesterday, so I’m writing today! Hope you all enjoy! 

part 1 part 1.5 part 2

Your finger fidgeted with the edge of your skirt as you sat in Mrs. Lampton’s office, waiting for her freckled face to appear in your line of vision. The office is a direct reflection of who Mrs. Lampton is: dimly lit with orange lighting and vintage movie posters hang on the right side of the wall above a mini zen garden; on the left side, there are various pictures of her as a dancer, the newspaper headline announcing that she had bought the club, and then a picture that featured her and all of the dancers from years ago. On her desk, the club manager had collected various crystals, each one a different color than the rest, and finally, on the wall behind her desk, a sign that read “Complaints will be heard from the hours of 6 am to 3 pm”, which, coincidentally, were hours when the club wasn’t open. 

She had called you in early to discuss something with you, but hadn’t shown her face at all since you walked in and plopped down on the cheap, orange vinyl seat. A moment later, the door to the office creaks open and Mrs. Lampton shuffles in, pushing her short red bangs away from her face. “Hey, y/n, thanks for coming in early for me. Just wanted to speak to you face to face before tonight.” She sounded exhausted, as if she had been dealing with other problems before she got to you.

“Am I in trouble?” you ask, lacing your fingers together nervously. 

“Huh?” The woman looks over at you as she slides the chair out from behind her desk. She shrugs her denim jacket off, revealing the multi colored striped shirt beneath paired with light wash mom jeans. “Why would you think you’re in trouble? Have you done anything to be in trouble for?” She leans forward, placing her pale elbows on the desk and looking into your eyes. 

“No, I--”

“Good. You’ve made yourself practically invaluable here and I wanted to make sure everything was going okay with you and Mr. Geto.” You think about the morning you spent with Suguru and the subsequent night you danced for him in the VIP room, which ended up being a makeout session towards the end. 

“E-everything’s fine.” 

“He’s treating you fairly?” 

“Yes.”

“Not getting too ahead of himself is he?” 

“Ahead of himself?” 

“You know, trying to play savior or--” 

“No, not at all.” In fact, he had insisted that you go back to the club that night and dance, even if it meant it was just you and him. He knew you liked the club; he was just there to make your experience happier.

“Great! Oh, also --” A drawer opens and Mrs. Lampton rummages around in it for a moment before pulling out a magazine. “Thought you would like to see this.” She slaps it down on the desk before turning to her computer and clicking around on it while you pick up the magazine. And there Suguru was, on page twenty-six, strolling alongside his blue-eyed friend - what was his name? Godo? Todo? Gego? Oh, Gogo. Right. 

The headline reads: “Their Companies are Merging, but They’re Total Opposites”. Suguru is dressed for a business meeting in a pair of black slacks and black shirt, complimented by a silver tie. Gogo, on the other hand, is wearing a grey turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans, also in mid-conversation about something. The caption reads: Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru have a lot in common: they’re handsome, inherited their wealth, and are very eligible bachelors. But what you don’t know is that they couldn’t be more -

“Why are you showing me this?” The magazine plops down on the desk again and Mrs. Lampton looks over from her screen. 

“You need to know exactly who you’re entertaining. Geto’s family owns an international medical equipment giant, and his friend is literally the heir to the technology company Gautama.” 

You bite your lip at this news, suddenly remembering the magnitude of the situation at hand. Again, Suguru wasn’t just rich, and people didn’t just get into his personal business because he was handsome. One day, he would be the heir to a massive fortune and a company that relied on the public’s approval to maintain its efficacy. One wrong move, and Suguru could lose it all. You need to handle this predicament with care, not with some kind of illusionary idea that he could be--

“I see. Thank you, Mrs. Lampton.” The club manager shifts in her seat, giving you a tender smile before sliding an envelope your way. 

“And this came for you yesterday after you left.” Curious, you open the envelope, and look back up at Mrs. Lampton warily. “Do with it what you will.” 

“I can’t accept this; this is-” 

“Not my problem anymore. I’ll see you later, y/n.” 

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“I can’t accept this.” You hand the envelope and it’s contents back to Suguru, and he frowns deeply, hand slowly reaching out to take the paper. 

“What’s this?” He opens the envelope and takes out the check nestled inside, examining it carefully. “Oh, no.” 

“I can’t accept money from your friend.” 

“No, this isn’t right. Satoru would never…” Suguru shifts forward, trying to examine the check under the dim lighting of the room. “He would never do something like this. He’s an idiot, but he’s not a dumbass.” 

“Why would he send me a check for twenty thousand dollars?” 

“He wouldn’t.” Suguru folds the envelope in half, placing it in his pocket with finality. “I’ll deal with this, princess, don’t worry.” He places a tender kiss to your forehead, peppering your face with pecks until his lips reach yours. You moan into his mouth and slide your hands up to his, which are holding your face, and open your mouth to deepen the kiss automatically. Your tongues tangle between each other, dancing in the space made by your interlocked lips. When Suguru pulls away, you groan, leaning your head back with displeasure. 

“I want you tonight,” you whisper, and Suguru laughs, nipping at your lower lip. 

“You needn’t say another word.” 

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A long-sleeved kimono. 

A pair of men’s pants. 

A silk camisole and matching shorts. 

A grey shirt. 

All of them have been scattered across the room leading up to the four poster bed you’ve been politely deposited on. And the man between your legs is starving. 

He’s putting his hair up in a bun with a hair band, shirtless, while his muscles move methodically. And you’re lying before him, a spread of deliciousness waiting to be devoured by someone who has been deprived of your taste for too long. 

Once Suguru’s hair is no longer an issue, he slides his fingers between your legs, catching the slim digits on your core. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins rubbing your clit, relishing in the gentle touches he lavishes upon you. “Talk to me.” 

“That feels good,” you immediately respond to his command, fluttering your eyes closed. Suguru hums, the answer satisfying him enough that he slips a finger inside of you. You arch your back, pushing your cunt into his palm eagerly and mewling just a little.

“That’s it…” His free hand comes up to snake around the back of your neck and his lips come down to latch onto your right nipple. The hand on your neck slides down to tweak your other nipple as he pulls and sucks with his mouth eagerly, and you buck into his hand again as he tucks another finger inside of you, fully tethering you to his movements. 

“S-Suguru,” you breathe, and his eyes lift to meet yours, focusing on your blissed-out expression. The wine you tossed back before you both began your little tryst wasn’t doing you any favors, and your head swam at the lust-filled expression Suguru wore. Your nipple pops free from his lips and he blinks slowly, tilting his head like he always does when he’s about to ask you a question. 

“Has anyone else made you feel like this?” he wonders above you, and you look up to him, eyes half-lidded. 

“No.”

“Can anyone else make you feel like this?” 

“No… no one else can.” Your response to his stance of absolute ownership obviously pleases him as he snakes kisses down your stomach and flicks your clit with his tongue, fingers still nestled deep inside of you. “Su!” Instinctively you grab his hair, lacing your fingers through the strands as you push his face closer to your core. Suguru grains with pleasure, removing his fingers and diving head first into you without another word; his slick-covered hand pushes your right leg up, and the other hand rests on your hip lazily. 

But his tongue is anything but lazy as he eagerly attacks your slit, reminding you just how hungry he really is. When his other hand moves off of your hip and to the outline of his cock in his boxers, you want to help him palm his erection, wind your fingers around his length and tug, but you’re too far away. The solution comes moments later. 

“Su,” you begin, huffing as he continues to eat you out, but looks up to meet your eyes. “I want… I want to sit on your face.” His eyebrows shoot up at the request, and the black haired man pulls away from your core and kisses up your right leg before sitting up on his knees. 

“Then switch with me.” 

The command is yet again met with no resistance, and once Suguru settles in on his back, you carefully swing your leg over his shoulders, lowering yourself onto his face. Large hands rest on your ass cheeks as he resumes his feast, and your tiny hands find his cock, snaking beneath the waistband of his boxers with ease. 

When you first touch his member, he jolts a little then moans directly into your pussy. You never really noticed just how thick he was until that moment, sliding the offending fabric down until his cock is right in front of your face. You stroke it - fingers not even close to meeting around his thickness - and lick the tip with care then lower your whole mouth down his length.

“Oh, my god,” Suguru moans, the sound muffled by your thighs so it sounds more like a breathy “uhhmahgah” than anything else. You begin to bob your head and build a rhythm to your sucking, rarely stopping for air. You know you’re doing a good job when Suguru’s fingers on your ass tighten and his tongue stutters as you slowly build his orgasm. In the dim lighting of your usual, beautiful hotel room, you hope that no one can see you or Suguru pleasuring each other with abandon. That would make a very interesting headline. 

“Ah!” Suguru flips you over with a push which lands you on your back, head facing the footboard. He climbs over top of you, eyes still focused on your face, and lifts your legs back up, pushing your knees to your chest. 

“You were doing your job a little too well down there,” he hisses, lining himself up with your dripping core. You laugh for a second before he anchors himself with the backs of your knees and slowly sinks into you, hissing as he sheaths himself completely within your walls. Missionary… he loves it, and you do too, especially when he leans forward and presses his chest against your weak thighs. He can watch your face as he moves within you, and it’s the very fact that he’s the cause of your immense pleasure that spurs him on to a mind-bending orgasm. But you want something different… something new. 

“Wait,” you breathe, and Suguru looks up at you with curiosity. “We should… try something new.” Your mind flips through the endless pages of the Cosmopolitan rags in the dressing room, and you settle on something you’d seen just before your second day at the club. You lift one leg up precariously, and Suguru instantly catches on to your imagined position, turning you on your side. While snatching a pillow from behind him, he tucks your lifted leg over his shoulder and places the pillow under your back, where it supports you from falling over. 

“Fuck yes, that’s amazing,” you whine. He slides back into you with ease, holding your leg as he fucks you senseless. 

“Oh, yeah…” His groans mixed with your mewls of ecstasy fill the room, making a sweet symphony of noise for the neighbors (or someone above you) to hear. Skin slapping, grunts, rough touches and tender caresses -  everything you’ve grown to anticipate and desire from this man who has absolutely bewitched and been bewitched by you - are present right now. Nothing could take you out of this dream turned reality. “Y/n… this is heaven.” 

The admission from the man is accompanied by a stare that reaches down to your soul, and your hand flies to your clit. You want to make yourself cum and fast. He’s saying all the right things… doing all of the right moves, and you --

“I can’t let anyone else have you.” 

“Su--” you choke out, hoping that he would hear your pleas beyond his pleasure. “Su, I--” 

“Don’t need… t’say... a word,” he grunts. “I already... know.” He gets faster and deeper, stretching you past what you thought you could take and bringing you even closer to orgasm than you thought possible. “Just cum... Cum for me... That’s all I want.” 

Your fingers are working just like Suguru is, not pausing for even a second to give you any sense of reprieve. He litters kisses along your ankle and down your calf, all the while fucking your brains out. His hands knock your fingers away and do what only he can do, rubbing your clit better and faster than you can.

“Please… cum for me, princess.” Hot air drags into your throat and you exhale in what sounds like a dying woman’s groan, clutching at the sheets with all of your strength. Your walls spasm around his cock, and a wetness drenches your lower legs, sliding down onto the red fabric beneath you. 

“You’re so perfect,” Suguru whispers, closing his eyes. “You’re such a good girl… cumming all over me like that; god, I’m gonna--” His breath hitches in his throat as he unloads in you, his cock throbbing angrily as it deposits loads of cum inside of you. He shudders long and hard, practically hunched over your figure while you recover, panting deeply. 

A haze settles nicely over you while Suguru adjusts himself carefully and softly smooths a hand over your sweaty face. 

“Do you want to go again or should we call for new sheets?” 

“Again,” you answer definitively, and he smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek and murmuring, 

“I love it when you say that.” 

[halcyon-writings]

Gift Giving

a very, belated gift for emmy, bb ily!! @storiesthatneedtobewritten​ / @seashellsandshores​ pls check her out, her writing is amazing and she is an equally wonderful friend (I also wasn’t sure which was your main main writing blog now so I tagged both just in case fjdksfjksd!! again tysm for the gift and I hope you enjoy this one!) 

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It was rare for Megumi to panic, much rare to see him all but pacing around the dorms, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and hands wringing almost nervously.

Gojo hadn’t even gotten an answer from him when he asked, well if you counted teasing the poor curse user as asking then sure.

In turn, the lack of any idea on what to do only served to frustrate Megumi further. While it had been sometime since he had seen you, as you were on your own assignment for the school and so you were out of Japan, he had wanted your reunion to be special at least. And while you would not be home in time for Christmas, he still at least wanted to give you something special. He had already gotten his sister her gift, leaving her flowers alongside it.

Flopping back onto his bed as he stared at the ceiling, he blinked once, then twice. 

And then a third time. Before his eyes widened and he sits up at a near dizzying speed. Something homemade would be a lot more sentimental right? Of course it would. Wracking his brain for any ideas, Megumi makes a quick note of whatever he needed, wallet? yes, phone? also yes. Shrugging on a coat, he was quick to make way to the outer hallway. 

Passing by Itadori and Kugisaki who only stare at their classmate’s back as he rushes past them. He hears Kugisaki call out to him, which he quickly waves off. “I’ll be back.”

-

The shopping was as difficult as he thought it would. People bustling around for the new years and whatever other gifts for last minute Christmas gatherings, among friends rather than family from what he gathered. 

But no matter, with bag in hand, as he jogged up the steps to the school, Megumi was fairly certain that if he stayed up long enough, he could get this done. 

Which of course meant that by the time it got to midnight, Megumi had already fallen asleep, your gift in his hands, not wrapped, but fortunately complete. 

-

You shudder as the cool air hits your face the moment you exit the car in front of the school. 

“Thank you Ichiji-san,” You bow, before giving the man a small smile, he only bows in return, after all, you were one of the few among the sorcerers and students who hadn’t constantly given the man heart attacks, so at least you could brag about being a favorite.

“It’ll be late, so please head on to rest,” He quickly adds.

You nod, “Of course, happy holidays.”

“And to you, ___.” You wave as the car begins to drive off, turning around and sighing as you begin to make your trek up the stairs. Why couldn’t they get something more efficient?

The walk to the dorms thankfully wasn’t so far from the main building, and you peer over, seeing the one room light open. It was probably Yuji or Nobara still awake, with a small shake of your head you laugh slightly, always the energetic pair. 

Adjusting your bag over your shoulder once more, you continue forward. While you probably could have went to your room to drop off your things, a part of you did miss seeing your friends. 

You knock twice, and you’re greeted by a very festive looking Panda. 

“Oh! ___! You’re back!” At his announcement, you hear the other students coming by, and you’re quickly pulled in. The cold of the outside being replaced by the warmth of the room’s atmosphere. 

“So, how was it? I wanna go to France,” You hear Nobara mutter the second half with slight envy, making you laugh a bit. 

“Well, the curse part I could do without,” You answer, “But otherwise it was fun. Although, I did bring something back.” At this, you see them, even Maki showing the slightest interest despite her exterior, and you smile. Before you look around the room. 

“And Megumi?” You tilt your head curiously, “Is he okay?”

Yuji and Nobara share a look, that you’re quick to make note of in the back of your mind, before Yuji answers, “He decided to head in early, said he was tired.” But noticing the way he fiddles with his hands, he left something out.

However, you nod, not wanting to ruin the mood, “Ah that’s okay. I can give him his gift later. But, what about you guys? Anything fun happen while I was gone?”

And so, you were filled in on the antics that included different curses, Gojo-sensei’s usual antics, which in turn meant, you didn’t miss a lot. 

However you were still curious about what Megumi was doing, But you were still a little tired. Flying for a good amount of the day and travelling from the airport to the school took a bit out of you. So you say your goodnight, before heading back to your dorm. You leave your bag, dressing in more comfortable clothes, before deciding to see Megumi, at least to let him know you were back.

The door was unlocked, the wood creaking as you tried to open it quietly, your shoulders sag. 

Being the light sleeper he was, your boyfriend already rolls over, one eye opening slowly, and seeing that it’s you, it closes, before both eyes open quickly, sitting up in a panic.

“___?!” 

“Yes that’s my name?”

At a small pause, as he ends up laying back down one hand rubbing his temple the other keeping something behind him.

“I, for one, thought you’d be much happier seeing me,” You sniff, “But fine, I can just leave your gift to Gojo-sensei.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” He yawns slightly, “I just, I had a plan you know? I didn’t expect you to be back until tomorrow, or today rather.”

You shrug, “Yeah, me too.”

Megumi doesn’t meet your eyes, so you move to sit at the edge of the bed, peering down.

Only to realize that the reason he wasn’t looking at you, was so that you didn’t see the flush on his face. As his hand brings what he was hiding. 

Something with yarn? You take the gift gingerly from his hands. Warm and soft, since he had accidentally fallen asleep after making it. 

While sure, some loops here and there were slightly different sizes, the fact that he tried to make something for you was far more important.

“This...”

“It’s not the best,” He interrupts, only to rub the back of his neck, “I thought you’d like something more practical so I tried to follow instructions on how to make a scarf with it.” You nod.

But hearing his tone you frown, before wrapping it around your shoulders, looping it one more time. While it was a bit, longer than a normal scarf, to you it didn’t matter. 

“It’s perfect.”

-

extra:

“You know, when I asked Nobara and Yuji about you, they got really shifty you know? I thought something worse had happened.”

At this, an annoyed expression grows on his face, “I just told them I was busy, they’re the ones who wanted to know all about it.”

You laugh, and the annoyance is quick to leave his face. 

“Alright, it’s late, so I’m gonna head back,” You move to stand, but his hand takes hold of your own before you can, “Megumi?”

He looks down at his lap, but you can see hints of red at the tips of his ears, “You can stay, if you want. I can scoot over.”

You smile softly, “Alright, scoot over then.”

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Forty One

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

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"Come get him then! It's only fair for family to destroy family. You'd know that, wouldn't you?!"

You and Todo exchange a look as you bend down into a fighting stance. From behind you, unbeknownst to either of the men, a red curse begins to rise from the earth and glow a faint red in the distance. It's only just out of Sukuna's eyesight thanks to the fog and lucky for you, he's too busy keeping on you and Todo to notice anything else.

As Sukuna stares the two of you down, he laughs and stretches out his arms beckoning the two of you to come at him. Both of you run, but the second you're near enough to touch him, he jumps into the air and lands gracefully on the ground behind you.

When you turn around, you see him standing there with a large smirk plastered to his face. But it's now that Todo notices your curse as it makes its presence known, charging straight towards Sukuna. And fortunately for him, he's able to avoid the attack just in time.

However, your curse doesn't give up right away and lands a strike against the side of Sukuna's head. He fumbles a few steps to the side but doesn't fall. Instead, a laugh erupts from his throat. After that, your curse begins to evaporate.

"You were saving up for that?" he chuckles. "it was so quick! Was that your whole plan?" He then stops for a moment and gives you a chance to respond. When you don't he sighs and continues on. "You're weak, Y/N. Come back to me so I can properly teach you how to use your curse technique!"

Your hands tighten into fists as anger bubbles within you. Todo's quick to notice and turns Sukuna's attention away to him instead.

"Just lay off already!" he shouts in almost a lecturing tone of voice. "I know Itadori's in there somewhere telling you the same thing, too!"

Just then, tears begin to stream down Todo's cheeks. You realize it's been a miracle that he was able to keep it together for this long.

"You're right," Sukuna groans. "That damn brat is annoying as hell, but it doesn't mean I'm going to let him take control so easily!"

"Todo," you call to the man beside you, "Yuuji's been out of control for a while now. He's probably got a bit of strength back since then."

Todo's wet cheeks lift into a grin upon hearing your words of reassurance. "Good job, best friend! Just wait for the right moment and we'll get you out of there!"

Once again, your partner leaps towards Sukuna, and the fighting begins again. After a little while, you can tell there's quite a strain weighing Todo down and you're not ashamed to say you can feel it, too; Sukuna's too strong.

Soon after, Sukuna's got you both on your knees in front of him. Blood flows down from cuts and bruises across your skin despite the rain pushing them to roll down your flesh. Sukuna grabs you by the hair roughly, eliciting a shriek from you caused by the pains throughout your body.

"I'll give you one last chance..."

"You piece of crap, what the hell is your deal?! Stop being so cryptic and just fess up why you care about me so much! Just 'cause we're family' doesn't mean shit!" you shout.

He sighs at your inability to read his mind. "It should be fairly obvious by now," he says as he releases your head. "You could be at my level, greater even, if you knew how to use your damn cursed energy correctly!"

You begin to think back from the time you first met Todo and the other Kyoto students and how you hardly knew what your curse even was back then. Your eyes widen as you realize that's not the only trick you've learned; your father told you about what your mother was capable of when she had the curse; She was able to manipulate her spilled blood. Sukuna's right and you realize there's a lot more to your curse than just what you've been using.

Concentrating deeply, you pool the blood leaking from your wounds into spinning rings around your wrists. As he realizes what you're doing, Sukuna kicks Todo in the head and renders him unconscious on the ground.

"I can't believe I'm related to you pieces of shit! I want no part of you or my father ever again!" you shout, and as you do, your blood sharpens into spikes around your body. Another large creature forms as your side, too, towering higher than anything you've ever created.

Your curse wastes no time in charging at Sukuna, but it, too, is captured. Sukuna grabs your curse by the face, despite how high he has to reach, and slams the creates into the ground. He laughs wickedly but stops short. The creature he'd just forced to make impact the ground hardly produces a noise. In fact, the only noise either of you hears is the sound of a single clap.

Sukuna looks down at his hand and sees the sharp spikes of your blood impaled through his hand. His eyes darken as he whisks his head to the side where he finds Todo weakly standing back up. Sukuna wonders how in the hell Todo's still conscious, it's clear just by looking at his face.

"I'm going to get my best friend back no matter what!" Todo shouts confidently.

Cringe, you think to yourself before realizing just about the same time as Sukuna's eyes fill with worry, that your large curse is missing.

Suddenly, the creature reappears right before you and drives its fight straight into Sukuna's chest, causing the King of Curses to fall back on his knee and cough up a good amount of blood.

"Yuuji, now!" you shout, hoping that Yuuji can actually hear you. "We need you back!"

"Come on, best friend!" Todo chimes in, tears falling down his face once more. "We need you!"

God, Todo looks like he's going through some internal monologue...

Sukuna shouts out ropes of curses at the two of you, hoping to manage to get you to stop. However, the markings along his body begin to disappear until Itadori's back to being himself. He falls down onto his hands and knees, choking up blood. Todo's the first to run up to him, squeezing him too tight and knocking what little air Yuuji had in him out of his system.

"Cut it out, Todo," you shake your head as you approach the two of them. "Let him breathe!"

A look of realization and shock hits Todo and he pulls away from Yuuji. The poor, pink-haired boy sucks in a high breath followed by a small squeak of a "thank you," to you.

"Yuuji, are you able to keep going?" you ask worriedly.

"Yeah," he hums as he sits back onto his knees. "But that punch your curse threw was rough!"

"Sorry," you chuckle, "but it was well worth it to get you back."

In the blink of an eye, Yuuji throws his arms around you and Todo, thanking the pair of you once again for bringing him back.

"Now," he says as he pulls away, "it's time to help the others!"

"Hell yeah!" Todo shouts straight into your ear. "Let's go best friends!"

Best friends?! you deadpan at his words. These guys are five years younger than me!

"Yeah!" Itadori beams, going along with Todo's bold statement.

"What the hell," you groan as you give in to their ridiculousness. "Come on."

With that, you wrap Yuuji's arm around your shoulder and lift him to stand. Together, the three of you begin to push your way through the fog on the lookout for your next fight.

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