#yuuji

[itadoreyu]

@yuujispinkhair

you pity me?

I do.

stop it.

k. (still pitying him)

[dee-writes-anime]

Gender Reveal with Kento Nanami

FEATURING Kento Nanami x Reader

SUMMARY Nanami and you are expecting your first child, and what better way to celebrate than a chaotic gender reveal party with their equally chaotic Jujutsu family?

CONTENT WARNINGS pregnancy trope, Gojo betting on baby gender, exasperated son Megumi, Nobara being a fashion icon, WE LOVE YUJI ITADORI IN THIS HOUSE, fluff, family cuteness, Nanami is tired LMAO

AUTHORS NOTE I'm a little emotional writing this final authors note (sniffle, sob) because this marks the end of the JJK pregnancy series :( I sincerely hope you all enjoyed these little fics, thank you for all the support and for sticking around for so long. I LOVE YOU!!!!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

The morning of the gender reveal party had arrived, and you were practically buzzing with excitement. A mixture of nerves and joy danced beneath your skin as you double-checked every last detail, though you knew Nanami had already ensured that everything was in perfect order. The two of you had agreed early on that the surprise wasn’t for you—it was for your chaotic little Jujutsu family. If anything, this was an excuse to get everyone together for something that wasn’t exorcising curses, dealing with life-threatening injuries, or handling whatever disaster Gojo had inevitably unleashed that week.

Of course, Gojo had already turned the event into something else entirely.

"Five thousand yen says it’s a girl," he had whispered to Yuji with a conspiratorial smirk, nudging the younger sorcerer’s ribs.

Yuji had grinned like it was the best game in the world. "Deal! I say it’s a boy!"

Megumi, who had been dragged into the betting pool against his will, sighed deeply. "You two do realize betting on a child’s gender is weird, right?"

Gojo had waved him off with dramatic flair. "Relax, Fushiguro! It’s all in good fun! Besides, Shoko is in on it too."

Shoko, who had been lazily sipping a beer at the time, had merely lifted a hand in acknowledgment. "I said I’d participate if the prize was more alcohol."

Meanwhile, Nobara had taken the entire event as a personal challenge.

"Fashion is everything," she had declared the night before, standing in the middle of your shared living room, arms crossed as she studied her reflection in the mirror. "I refuse to be caught off guard—so I made two outfits. One pink, one blue. When the reveal happens, I’ll do a quick-change transformation and emerge victorious."

"Victorious…?" Megumi had repeated, unimpressed.

"You wouldn’t get it, Megumi."

And so, with bets placed, outfits meticulously planned, and food preparations secured, the day had finally arrived.

You stood in front of the mirror that morning, smoothing a hand over your growing belly, taking in the soft glow of the sunlight filtering through the bedroom window. It still felt surreal, knowing that in just a few months, you and Nanami would be parents. There was a weight to it, a kind of quiet enormity that settled over you—not in a daunting way, but in a way that made you feel full in a way you never had before.

Behind you, you heard the familiar sound of Nanami stepping into the room. He was already dressed for the day, sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, hair neatly combed, exuding that effortless, put-together aura he always carried.

"You’re staring," you murmured, catching his reflection in the mirror.

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting a warm palm over your stomach. His touch was steady, grounding, like it always was.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, calm.

You leaned into him, relaxing against the broad expanse of his chest. "I think so."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "If Gojo starts causing trouble before the reveal, I’m taking his champagne away."

You laughed softly. "He’s been waiting for this party just so he can cause trouble, Kento. There’s no stopping him."

Nanami sighed, already resigned. "I suppose I should’ve anticipated that."

Turning in his arms, you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw before letting your hands rest on his shoulders. "No matter what happens, at the end of the day, it’s just us. Our family. And that’s all that really matters."

His expression softened, his grip tightening just slightly, like he never wanted to let go. "You’re right," he murmured. "That’s all that matters."

And with that, the two of you stepped into the day, ready to celebrate the beginning of something even greater than what you had already built together.

Nanami had planned the gender reveal with the same precision and care he applied to everything in his life. There were no tacky gimmicks, no over-the-top decorations screaming pink or blue. Instead, the event reflected his impeccable sense of balance—sophisticated, elegant, and undeniably Nanami.

The setting was a private garden behind a charming venue, a space filled with soft greenery and warm lighting. Twinkling string lights hung overhead, casting a gentle glow over the evening, while golden lanterns lined the stone pathway leading to the main gathering area. Round tables with ivory linens and delicate floral centerpieces were arranged neatly, each adorned with gold-rimmed plates, polished silverware, and elegant glassware—Nanami had insisted on real dinnerware, refusing to entertain the idea of disposable plates.

The theme was subtle luxury, leaning into neutral tones with tasteful hints of blue and pink interwoven. Rather than loud color blocking, Nanami had opted for soft blush and powder blue accents in the form of silk ribbons tied around napkins, delicate hydrangea arrangements, and intricate watercolor name cards for each guest. The main table, where the cake stood as the centerpiece, featured a handcrafted wooden sign reading “Baby Nanami: Coming Soon” in elegant gold calligraphy.

A dessert table had been set up to the side, displaying an assortment of delicate pastries—macarons, éclairs, and petit fours in soft pastel hues. Each treat was arranged meticulously, making the entire display look like something out of a luxury patisserie. A sleek champagne tower (with sparkling cider for those who preferred non-alcoholic options) stood nearby, because, as Nanami had put it, "If we're celebrating, we should do it properly."

Even the reveal itself had been carefully considered. Rather than an explosion of confetti or an extravagant smoke bomb, Nanami had chosen a more refined approach—a pristine white cake with gold accents, holding the answer within its layers. It was a work of art in itself, created by a renowned pastry chef, because if there was one thing Nanami valued almost as much as decorum, it was high-quality food.

Everything was intentionally curated to create a warm, inviting atmosphere without unnecessary extravagance. It was a gathering, not a spectacle. A time to celebrate with loved ones, not to overwhelm them with sensory overload.

But despite all the meticulous planning, Nanami knew that the real joy of the evening wouldn’t come from the décor or the food—it would come from the people. The chaotic, ridiculous, wonderful group of friends he had somehow found himself surrounded by. And for once, he didn’t mind the chaos—not when it meant welcoming something even greater into his life.

Nanami stood slightly apart from the crowd, his expression soft with contentment as he took in the sight before him. For a man so often burdened by the weight of responsibility, this moment was a rare reprieve. The people he cared about—his family in all but blood—were here, gathered for something joyful. Even if the presence of one particularly annoying white-haired sorcerer ensured his headache was never far behind.

"Nanamin!" Yuji’s voice broke through the hum of conversation as he practically bounded toward him, balancing an overflowing plate of food in one hand. His eyes shone with excitement. "This is, like, the fanciest party I’ve ever been to. You got real plates and everything!"

Nanami adjusted his tie with a sigh, already accustomed to Yuji’s boundless energy. "That is because this is not a college frat party, Itadori," he replied dryly.

Before Yuji could respond, Gojo materialized behind Nanami, draping an arm over his shoulder with all the grace of a man who had absolutely no regard for personal space.

"Kento, my dearest friend," Gojo drawled dramatically, "I simply must know—did you help pick out these delightful decorations, or was this all your lovely spouse’s doing?"

Nanami slowly turned his head to give him an unimpressed stare. "Do you genuinely believe I willingly selected pastel balloons?"

Gojo grinned. "You do have a soft side, Nanamin. I mean, look at you! You’re practically a dad already—oh wait, you are one!"

Nanami exhaled through his nose, his patience thinning by the second. "Gojo, if you want to remain conscious for the reveal, I strongly suggest you remove your arm from my person."

You barely contained your laughter, stepping in before the situation could escalate. "Alright, everyone! It’s almost time!"

Immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations halted, anticipation buzzing through the air like static electricity. Yuji practically vibrated where he stood, hands clenched into excited fists. Megumi, ever composed, simply gave you a small nod, while Nobara adjusted the angle of her phone, ensuring she captured the moment perfectly.

"So," Shoko drawled, taking a slow sip of her drink, "how’s this going down?"

With a proud, subtle gesture, Nanami indicated the elegantly decorated cake displayed at the center of the table.

You grinned, sweeping a hand toward it. "Inside the cake is either blue or pink filling. When we cut into it, you’ll find out whether you're getting a little niece or nephew!"

Gojo clutched his chest as if struck by an emotional revelation. "This is so beautiful," he sniffled. "I love cake. And babies, I guess."

"Can we just cut the cake already?!" Nobara groaned, practically bouncing on her feet.

A quick glance at Nanami, a shared, knowing look, and together you reached for the knife. His hand covered yours, steady and warm, as the two of you pressed the blade into the soft layers of the cake. The room fell utterly silent, every breath held in suspense as the knife slid through effortlessly.

And then—

A burst of blue spilled from the center.

For half a second, there was silence. Then—

"IT’S A BOY!" Yuji hollered, fists pumping into the air.

"PAY UP, GOJO!" Nobara cackled, pointing an accusatory finger at the stunned sorcerer.

Gojo groaned dramatically, collapsing onto Megumi’s shoulder, who immediately shoved him off. "My wallet… my poor wallet!"

Megumi, despite his best efforts to remain neutral, allowed himself the tiniest smirk. "Told you."

Before you could even react, Yuji launched himself at you and Nanami, throwing his arms around the both of you in an almost crushing embrace.

"I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS!"

Nanami grunted, his arms pinned awkwardly at his sides. "Itadori—personal space—"

"Forget space!" Gojo declared, suddenly producing a handful of confetti and tossing it into the air. "This is a celebration!"

Shoko, still leaning lazily against the counter, clapped her hands at half-speed, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Well, I guess this means I have to get this kid a proper welcome gift."

Nobara was already typing furiously on her phone. "I knew it was going to be a boy. Now I can start planning my shopping spree. This kid is not going to be caught in anything but the best outfits—leave it to me."

You turned to Nanami amidst the chaos, the voices of your friends blending into a warm, joyful hum in the background. He was looking at you—not at the cake, not at Gojo’s antics, not even at Yuji, who was still vibrating with excitement. His eyes were on you.

"Happy?" you asked, your voice gentle.

He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he allowed himself to just be in this moment. His lips curved in the smallest, softest smile.

"More than I can put into words."

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, squeezing gently. "Good," you murmured, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Because this is only the beginning."

Laughter rang out around you—Gojo dramatically lamenting his lost bet, Nobara ranting about baby fashion, Yuji already coming up with potential nicknames for the baby. It was chaotic, loud, absurd, and perfect.

And as you stood there, surrounded by warmth, love, and just a little bit of insanity, you knew—without a doubt—that this child would be growing up in a family unlike any other.

TAGLIST

@makingtimemine @strawbrrycat @soraya-daydreams @shokosbunny @saltypuffin1040 @danilights2021 @startwithrecords @obeythebutler @sparklykeylime @surielstea

[rosemaryreality]

Idk don't ask itfs as bunnies

[hinamie]

morning glory

[starsdesiresz]

Megumi head canons! //✰ jjk headcanons

bestfriend!Megumi who only lets you play with his hair. For example, he lets you put silly cute hair clips in his hair, and lets you do skin care on him!

bestfriend!Megumi who let you name his demon dogs, sugar and spice! He also lets you play fetch with them, play with them, and every once in a while let them sleep with you!

bestfriend!Megumi who has a big fat crush on you, ever since you two were kids. In middle school, he would beat up anyone who even tried bullying you.

bestfriend!Megumi who wrote you letters to you, but always hid them under his bed, until yuji found them. (he’s the only one who knows he has a crush on you) hehe

bestfriend!Megumi who ask gojo about dating advice and says “it’s just for a friend, back off.” When gojo teases him about it. (But it’s really how to be the best boyfriend to you!)

bestfriend!Megumi who told yuji to give a special letter to you, but not to tell you who it’s from, butttt, yuji butt has a big mouth so accidentally says “this is from fushiguro y/n!” And after he realizes what he said, he runs away far far away knowing what will happen when Megumi finds out.

bestfriend!Megumi who gets a text from you saying how special he makes you feel and feels the same way and how you would love to be his girlfriend! But you also don’t leave out how yuji told you. (Megumi used demon dogs to hunt yuji down)

boyfriend!Megumi who sleeps in your bed for the first time. He loves feeling you, hearing you, and just honestly loves being right next to you!

boyfriend!Megumi who thanks yuji for accidentally rating him out to you, even tho he really didn’t want to. (you told him too, hehe)

boyfriend!Megumi who never ever regrets giving yuji that letter to give to you. Now you too have a happy family of 2 kids. You tell your little 6 and 3 year olds your love story for bed time.

a/n; I love Megumi haha! @selfalivent, I hope you like it! 🫶🏼

[daemontargaryenwhore]

‼️JJK Chapter chapter 247 spoilers below‼️

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A short recap of Sukuna vs Higuruma 😭🤣

[0ynes]

Itadori's two moods

And he is always my baby

[ickyuji]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

[iveoy]

trio roadtrip !!!

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+ bonus <3

[fushiguro-megloomy]

✧*̥˚⋆ the boys and their littles ⋆*̥°✩

i saw these on tiktok and they were too cute not to share, they are not mine! there was no credit to the artist so if anybody knows who the creator is let me know xoxo edit: artist has been found _GOGAEK

[nessieartss]

are you the goat because you’re yuuji itadori or are you yuuji itadori because you’re the goat

[blondieeu]

fine china. megumi f.

megumi who doesnt even care to tell you to be quiet when his dads home because he hates him just that much.

“toji definitely heard that one..”

“y—our dads he-re?!”

you squealed out in surprise as your hands reached to grab and pull at megumis wrists, but he in no way tried to silence you, instead just fucking you a little rougher.

with your brows furrowed, you reached your arm down to push at his pelvis, he hit it from the side and pushed your arm away. megumi looked down at you through the strands of his currently loose hair.

you couldn’t even believe the audacity out of megumi, to have sex— let alone having it be loud sex with his dad in the house is insane! why didn’t he say his dad was here after you’d been yelling this whole time?!

swiftly after that you brought your fingers up to your lips to try and silence yourself, only just now noticing you were the only one moaning full out.

“why didn’t you tell me gumi!—i was s’ loudddd!”

he kept a straight face and stayed focused at his task at hand, the exact opposite of your immediate panic as you started whispering, even if it was late in the night you still worried about if his dear old dad would wake up and hear the two of you, what a sweet considerate little thing he had.

“fuck him.. s’ not botherin’ me”

you gasped over dramatically as you grabbed at his comforter beneath you, suddenly the music playing in the background didn’t seem to cover your moans, and you’re pretty sure his mom can hear you!

your whole body started to heat up as you felt yourself become flustered, moans and whines slipping from your throat as megumi pushed one of your legs back by your ankle, holding it tightly and out of his way.

blondieeu xx

[gojuo]

P: I'm just asking but... You two are not related, right?

JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Metamorphosis, Part 2, "変身-弐-"

[kenm4vhs]

just bring back my silly little baby 🥺

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[alt-toast]

Whatcha doin?