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heian era satoru is a god among men. gifted with the looks and prowess of the deities - he alone bares the title of 'the strongest'. with the ability to distort and expand space itself, there are few who hold a candle to him, let alone foolish enough to challenge his authority.

he's gorgeous, the kind of beauty that only higher beings possess. every contour of his skin is sculpted to perfection, every line carefully painted, pale skin a testament to the star from which he was born. behind bandages that cover the upper half of his face are the jewels he called eyes. not two like the normal person, but six, proof of his inhumanity. they're an arctic shade of blue - icy and cold.

as a ruler, he is far from merciful. he does things according to his own rulebook, and anyone who steps out of line does not live to tell the tale. corpses are unable to talk, unfortunately.

his personality is of the worst kind; he's cocky, arrogant and self-indulgent. it's especially noticeable when he's in battle. he enjoys the high and thrill of bloodshed, and he encourages his enemies to fight with everything they have. toppling their pride feels better that way.

he has no need for a wife or concubines, no matter how many women throw themselves at his feet or how many are offered up by their parents. his absence at marriage meetings becomes the norm, and the most eligible bachelor quickly becomes unattainable.

he stands alone in all of his glory, pleas for wife and future heir falling on deaf ears. no matter how much the elders try to convince him he is adamant - he will not have either.

that is, until his six eyes catch sight of you.

you - aphrodite's personal creation. from the first look, satoru is hooked.

he makes a weak attempt to swallow - he's oddly parched. he isn't sure what is; be it pure, innocent curiosity or the deeper, more sinister seeds of obsession, he allows his feet to move like moth to flame.

he looks at you like he sees god, like the perpetual ticking of time has come to a halt. like he's in the presence of divinty.

you greet him like everyone else, bowing in respect and calling him by his title. 'your majesty'. it doesn't sound right on your lips, he thinks. so he requests for you to call him by his first name and you do, who are you ro refuse your ruler?

but satoru? satoru, god, satoru forgets to breathe.

he's ready to tear out his beating heart and place it in your hold already. he's sure you'd take good care of it.

the syllables that make up the name 'satoru' have never sounded more beautiful. with a voice honeyed and dipped in sugar, you introduce yourself, and your name ricochets off the bone of his skull before it buries itself in the tissue of his brain known as memory.

he has never lowered himself for anyone but if you asked he'd be on his knees in an instant.

he sets about courting you. you find roses dyed a deep royal blue on your balcony, along with a note from their sender. the finest jewelry find purchase on your dresser - probably from villages he'd massacred - and the newest silks rest against your figure (your favourite garment is eerily similar to a woman's who had badmouthed you in satoru's presence). all from him. you deserve the best, after all.

he takes note of your likes and dislikes, ever fascinated by how expressive you are. he's infatuated, but it doesn't feel half bad. instead it feels like it's what he was made to do. he's convinced that you and him were written in the stars; that the gods themselves would envy him for taking you as his own.

and you? you revel in your newfound power over the most powerful person of your era. you'd asked him once if he'd kill for you and his answer was instant. a simple yes.

perhaps your personality is as twisted as his, but it felt so good.

Puppy gojo and kitty geto!

VICTIM N°1 : MEGUMI

summary: doing the “just give me my money” trend with your boyfriend and best friends.

wc: 990

a/n: i LOVE this trend, i had to write something abt it. and YES i’m writing, i have a lot coming trust me 😓 not proofread

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you couldn’t contain your laugh as yuji knocked at megumi’s dorm door.

“shh, he’s going to understand we’re pranking him.”

nobara shushed you, but she also couldn’t stop laughing. yuji rolled his eyes at the both of you, telling you to shut your mouths when the door open suddenly.

the three of you froze as megumi gave all of you a death glare.

he stared at Yuji with a frown.

“What do you want?”

megumi said with his usual stoic voice, glancing at you again

yuji chuckled nervously, and said bluntly.

“y/n wanted to ask you something.”

you looked at him with widened eyes, shaking your hands.

“what? that wasn’t the plan—“

nobara pocked your waist, murmuring you a “he’s your boyfriend, he won’t get mad if it’s you that ask him.”

and glancing at yuji, you found him grinning with his both thumbs up. you sighed, looking back at megumi who was watching the person in front of him with confusion and annoyance.

“meg’, baby,” you started, walking closer to him, his expression softening slightly “we found a cute trend to do, and we wanted to try it with you. What do you say ?”

the three of you smiled with anticipation, watching the black haired boy who just sighed.

“no.”

he then slapped the door shut.

yuji, nobara and you stayed mouth open, out of words. yuji spoke first, scratching his head.

“well, it could have been worse. One time, he crashed my head with the door of his dorm—“

the door opening again cut him off, and megumi extended his arm, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside his room.

you stared up at him confused as she closed the door behind you, with a yuji and a nobara dumbfounded.

you chuckled softly as he looked down at you in a way he only used for you.

“i want to spend time with you.”

he simply said, and you rolled your eyes affectionately as you leaned closer.

“then do the video with us, mm ?”

you showed him your puppy eyes.

“then I’ll spend the rest of the day with you.”

he made a disgusted grimace at your puppy eyes, looking away. well, he was acting like it repulsed him when he did this because he just couldn’t say no to you when you looked at him like that.

“ok,ok I’ll do it. just..stop looking at me with those eyes.”

you clasped your hands together, smiling as you ran to the door to opened it for the rest of your friends.

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you were smiling so hard as you glanced at yuji and nobara who also couldn’t stop laughing with anticipation.

megumi was the only one who looked unbothered beside you, his eyes looking at nobara’s phone who was positioned on a furniture.

“okay, so basically what you have to do is saying ‘just give me my money’ like this.”

you said before pointing nobara.

“kugisaki, demonstration!”

yuji added. she took a deep breath, she knew if she laughed megumi will know something was off.

she moved her hand like she saw in the previous videos, and spoke with a deep voice.

“just give my monnney.”

yuji clapped his hand over his mouth, he almost burst out laughing.

you glanced at megumi, who lifted one eyebrow at Nobara.

“that’s it ?”

he mumbled, looking back at you. you shook your head, clapping in your hands once.

“no, after saying that, everyone cheers you up. okay ? you have to clap in your hands and…smile ?”

he rolled his eyes, crossing his eyes but moved in the frame of the phone camera.

“i won’t smile.”

you sighed, glancing a last time at your both friends in front of you before turning on the video.

yuji went first, saying the sentence before he clapped in his hands. nobara and you clapped as well and cheered him, and megumi, well…was megumi. he clapped with the pace of a turtle, but at least he did it.

next was nobara, and everything was the same. then it was you, your smile reached your ears as you said the words.

this time megumi actually clapped, and even had a small smirk on his lips seeing how joyful you were.

the others stared at him in disbelief, offended.

yhen it was his turn, and with the same little smile on his lips he said in a sigh.

“just give me my money.”

he raised his hands, ready to clap for himself but stopped mid air when no one moved.

yuji closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to not laugh as nobara stared at megumi’s expression, and you were the first one to laugh.

you just couldn’t help it, the frown on your boyfriend face was so funny. soon after, the room was filled with laughter.

megumi just stood there, silently as he fixed the camera.

you wiped the tears away from your eyes as you put a hand on his arm.

“aw, come on baby, it was just a joke.”

the two others kept laughing, they couldn’t even breathe.

“It’s not even that funny.”

megumi mumbled grumpily, looking away. you pocked his cheek.

“yes it was, you should’ve seen your face.”

he glanced down at you, then shot a death glare at the duo who were slowly calming down.

“keep an eye open tonight, you three.”

the threat made you gulp as you looked at the other who were now scared. you three immediately started to run toward the exit but a hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from escaping.

“wait! itadori! kugisaki!”

but they simply gave you a sorry expression before leaving his dorm. You sighed.

the traitors.

“where are you going ? i will send my dogs after them, you, you stay here with me. all the rest of the day, remember?”

megumi murmured against your nape, and a soft smile formed on your lips.

ah yes, you often forgot the privileges of being his girlfriend.

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: satoru intends to escape from his clan as soon as possible and start studying at jujutsu tech, but he wants you to go with him and is trying to persuade you;

content: fluff, satoru is secretly in love with you, best friends;

“come with me there” satoru is sitting on your ottoman and has been trying to persuade you to go to jujutsu tech with him for about half an hour. “why? I'm fine here” you slam your phone shut and put it aside, lazily stretching on the couch.

you and satoru grew up side by side, which is extremely rare and even something impossible between people from different clans, so he got used to you to some extent, although he never wants to admit it.

“i'm already fed up. i'm annoyed by all this,” he groans in displeasure, hugging the back of the ottoman and resting his head on his shoulder.

“and i want to make fun of my clan members, because you know that girls in clans are never run after.” you chuckle and sit down comfortably, “no one will run after me there,” satoru sighs without saying a word. he wanted to say, ‘oh, I could chase you,’ but decided not to say anything.

“who knows.. maybe you'll leave me for another person there...” you whisper softly, crossing your legs and putting your palm under your chin, turning your eyes away from him.

satoru jumps up from his seat, putting his hand to his chest, “me? gojo satoru? and leave you? never in my life!” he approaches you and sits down next to you, hugging you tightly by the shoulders.

“you're my best friend, you know that” his lips are almost touching your cheek; you turn sharply, and your lips are inches from his, “or maybe you're lying” he just grins, white teeth cutting through his smile

“you’re so mean” he throws you on your back, his long fingers creeping under your blouse, starting to tickle you, “satoru! haah, no, that's enough!”you laugh loudly, twitching under him, to which he giggles, pressing his forehead to yours, “take your words back then” satoru stops and looks at you, “say it” you basically roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath, “yes, you are my best friend” he grins, “of course,” and satoru lies down next to you, hugging you tightly by the shoulders again, “but you're still going to jujutsu tech with me.”

Distracted

Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! reader

You were so lost in the pages of your book that you didn't notice when Megumi entered the room. The story had completely absorbed you, every word, every twist of the plot pulling you deeper into the world between the covers.

Megumi, however, had been calling your name for a while now, each attempt growing more futile as you remained glued to the book. He walked over, hovering near you for a moment, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your utter concentration.

Without a word, he bent down and pressed his lips to your cheek. You froze, the sudden warmth pulling you slightly out of your literary trance. But he didn’t stop there. His lips trailed down to your jaw, soft and deliberate, leaving a tingling path in their wake.

“Megumi?” you finally murmured, though your voice was more breathy than questioning.

He hummed in response, his lips now brushing against the corner of your mouth. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes,” he whispered, his tone teasing.

You blinked, finally setting your book aside, your heart racing as his lips finally met yours in a soft but lingering kiss. When he pulled back, you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck. “You have my full attention now.”

“Good,” Megumi said, his voice softening as he smiled down at you, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.”

c/w: cuddly gojo, househusband!gojo, based on the gojo centric interview Gege did

“Are you done yet?”

“No,”

“…how about now?”

“Nope,”

“How about—“

You glance up from your stacks of paperwork, watching your husband smile up at you, lips curled in that perfect smile of his, as innocent as he was guilty of distracting you.

“Y’know asking me repeatedly if I’m done is surprisingly slowing down the process,” and he’s pouting all the same, “do you want something, Toru?”

“Want or need?” And his arms are curling around your back, “I need your attention, because my pretty wife has spent too much of her time on paperwork and not focusing on her very handsome househusband,”

“Very handsome?” And you can feel his pout grow deeper, “I’m just kidding,” you giggle, leaning into him, “my very gorgeous househusband should remember that I have to finish this paperwork tonight and once I do, I’m all his,” And he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck, “this is nice,”

“Hm?” he mumbles into your skin.

“Usually you were the one working until 4 am, but now, you get to rest and I only work until 6:00 PM, and we get to just…live,” you lean into his touch, “I never thought we’d get here,”

“Me either,” he smiles against your skin, “never thought I’d have a family either,”

“Too bad you’re stuck with me now,” and you guide his hands to your slightly rounded stomach, “and baby too,”

His gaze softens, “Do you have to wait to start your leave? Couldn’t you give all your paperwork to Ijichi or Nanami?”

“I’m not in the habit of passing my work over to other people,” you pinch his nose, before kissing it, “I’m almost done, but how about we stay like this until I finish?”

“How about we stay like this forever?” And you roll your eyes.

“Deal.”

a/n: in the new q&a gege revealed gojo’s schedule and gojo sleeps 3 hours? gege you freak couldn’t you at least give him 6 hours MY POOKIE IS NOT TO BE MESSED WITH LIKE THAT. also this is not proofread.

you freeze when gojo’s head falls on your shoulder.

director yaga gives you two a confused look before he continues talking, and you take a moment to glance down at gojo. arms crossed over his chest, his head barely hands on your shoulder, cheek smushed against it. you can’t imagine the pose being comfortable for his tall figure so you sit up a little straighter and hope that he won’t be cranky when he wakes up.

though, the embarrassment you feel from everyone’s questioning looks wears you down enough to nudge satoru with your elbow in an attempt to bring him back to the present. he doesn’t move, you notice, infinity still on.

accepting your fate, you focus on the meeting instead: it’s not that easy considering how much satoru’s closeness is distracting. he isn’t even doing anything yet all you want to do is stare at him. at least if he was awake you could use his charming features and immature behaviour as an excuse.

however, director yaga doesn’t seem to mind his sleeping form, aside from a few weird looks in his direction. when the discussion is done and meeting is over, everyone politely bows to the director — also something satoru obstructs you from doing so you decide on giving your sensei an apologetic smile and bow of your head. he dismisses you with a wave of his hand and leaves.

now that the room is empty and silence takes over, you focus on satoru. his face is buried in the junction of your neck and shoulders, quietly inhaling and exhaling the sweet perfume stuck on your uniform, and his form is more slumped than upright.

no wonder you’re so reluctant to wake him up even though your own ass is screaming for you to change your position; satoru looks so calm and relaxed, and despite the fact that it’s not the rarest of sights, you don’t believe he truly feels calm all the time.

after a few more minutes, you finally take pity on his back(yours too) and hesitantly shake his thigh, nudging his head with your nose.

“satoru~” you muse quietly. “wake up.”

he hums incoherently, nosing at your neck for a few more seconds before he pulls away. not too much though, just enough to look at you with his blindfolded eyes and give you a smile smile. he inhales deeply as he uncrosses his arms and wraps them around you instead, pushing you onto your back gently.

it occurs to you only a few minutes later that you’re laying on the dirty floor of the meeting room with satoru on top of you. he isn’t asleep; you can tell by the way he is careful to not fully relax against you as to not crush you like a bug, so you carefully tilt his head up and tug his blindfold over his hair to have a look at his eyes.

as suspected, they are bloodshot with dark shadows underneath. your brows crease together in concern while he gives you a soft smile, cheek rubbing against your chest.

“how many hours have you slept this week?”

“10.”

“but today. . . is friday.”

he shrugs, gaze moving elsewhere, and struggle to keep your worry to yourself as you cup his cheeks with a stern look.

“i hate it when you do this.” he perks up, confusion brewing in the depths of his eyes as he lifts himself up on his palms to gaze down at you. “you’re so adamant on taking care of everyone and everything except yourself.”

his eyes roam over your features as he stays uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes before a teasing grin appears on his lips, hand coming up to tug at your cheek playfully.

“worrying about big ol’ me?”

you swat his hand away and try to stop the corners of your lips from quirking up, which he notices for sure, knowing that you’re barely able to resist his charm. of course he’s not going to to take any of your words seriously, not when it comes to his health because he is definitely sure that he is unbreakable. well, he kind of is, but no one mentioned anything about his mind being unbreakable.

grunting from stiffness, satoru sits upright, tugging you along with himself in the process. you grip his shoulders as you steady yourself on his sturdy thighs.

“if you won’t take care of yourself then at least let me do it?”

and he doesn’t understand what you are asking for. he is still confused, as if it’s so hard to comprehend the truth of not being alone all the time and not feeling alone all the time. to accept that sometimes it’s good to let someone else take care of you.

“satoru, please?”

at that, his remaining questions melt away and he lets his unshakable facade slip away, the circles under his eyes appearing darker as a frown settles on his face. his holds on you only tightens though, telling you that he definitely needs that.

“okay.”

PAPA GETO

Note: scenario based on this smau

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“Papa!” The little girl screams as she runs up to her father. Her little feet patter against the floor before leaping into Suguru’s grasp. He catches the little one in his strong arms. “You’re finally awake, sleepy head.” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling with affection. 

The little girl nods, her long black hair bouncing along with her. She nestles into her father’s embrace. “I missed you, papa,” she croaks out softly, still a little groggy from her sleep. Suguru reaches up to brush loose strands out of her tiny face.

“I have a surprise for you…” Suguru coos, pulling away slowly from the embrace. The little girl's eyes light up and fill with wonder, excited about her father’s gift. “Is it a dragon?” she asks eagerly. Her voice filled with hope as she began to jump up and down impatiently. 

Right… How could Suguru forget? It’s all she has asked for since they both rode his rainbow dragon home that one time. But dragon’s don’t make the best pets and Suguru knew you would not be thrilled with the idea at all. Yet, he didn't want to disappoint his daughter either. So this was the next big thing…

"Well," Suguru begins, kneeling down to her level, "it's not a real dragon, but I think you'll love it just as much." He slowly pulls out a soft white dragon plushie from behind him, nearly identical to his cursed spirit. 

The little one gasps in surprise, taking the soft plushie into her small hands, squeezing it tightly. She gently runs her finger over the faux dragon’s features, finally looking up at her father.  "It's just like your dragon, Papa!" she exclaims, her violet eyes twinkling with joy. 

Suguru couldn’t help but smile at how she reacted to the gift. She was much happier than he had expected. He did well. Now (maybe) she won’t ask for a real dragon anymore. Suguru continues to watch her, his heart swelling with immense love for his little girl. "Now you'll always have my dragon with you, even when I'm not around," he says softly, opening his arms for a hug. 

Without any hesitation, she jumps into the hug, her little arms wrapping around her father’s huge frame as best as she could. Suguru scoops her up into his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace. “Thank you papa!” She whispers into his ear, her soft voice filled with happiness. 

Suguru chuckles, her words melting his heart just a little. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” he replies, looking back down at the white plushie in her hands. 

slytherin!gojo acts like he knows what he likes in a girl. if you’ve ever seen him at one of their slytherin parties he’s either sporting some fire whiskey in his hand or he has his tongue down one of the other (pureblood) slytherin girls.

truth be told he’s never seen you, the muggleborn slytherin, at these parties before, and a part of him wonders if it’s because you don’t want or because, well, you weren’t really welcome to them anyways.

thankfully he doesn’t have to wonder much longer as he stumbles up the steps that lead to girl dormitory’s, supposed to meet up with catie (he forgot her last name), for a hookup.

when he knocks on the door he excepts a face other than yours, but a part of him is pleasantly surprised that it’s you.

“g-gojo?” you look like you been asleep, your eyes a little droopy, mouth open in a yawn, “is everything alright?”

he stares at you for a bit, his eyes raking over your figure, the pajamas you’re wearing and how even those were cute (they had little teddy bears all over them, something surely from the muggle world).

you were slouching a bit, your face staring at his as you waited for him to speak. he opened his mouth and then closed it again. why did you have to be so pretty?

he was a little tipsy, but not drunk. not drunk enough to pretend that his carnal desires were only being spured on by the alcohol in his system.

“is catie not here?” he asks, yet it wasn’t what he really wanted to say.

you blink tiredly, suddenly realizing what he was asking for, and you stutter, your eyes widening for a second in embarrassment.

“catie’s room is over there,” you motion with a finger behind gojo, pointing to the door adjacent to yours.

he knew that, but he’d never tell you.

“hm,” he hummed, not doing anything to make it seem like he was leaving.

“are you okay?” you ask, your voice quiet, as if you could already predict the raging headache he was going to have tomorrow.

if any of his other friends were around they’d most likely have some sort of snarky remark about how the prince of slytherin didn’t need anything to do with you, and how absurd it was that you were even asking, but right now it was just the two of you and he needed you more than anything.

“mhm,” he muttered, his blue eyes a little softer than usual, the smile on his face not cruel not taunting but…genuine.

“okay,” you murmur, nodding once as you rub at your tired eyes, too tired to even begin to think about why he was quieter than usual, “i’m ‘gonna go back to sleep now…okay?” you say it as if anything would stop you from going back to the warm embrace of your bed, but it was just in your nature.

but he doesn’t mock you, doesn’t jest or laugh or do any of the things his friends would’ve done had they been here.

he just nods once, his lips tugging up into a boyish smile as his hands find their way into his pockets.

“okay,” he repeats, watching as you closed the door, hearing the soft patter of your feet until you reached your bed.

that night he didn’t seek out catie or any of the other girls that slyly told them they’d be waiting for him, instead he just found his way back to his own dorm, a stupid smile on his face the entire time until he went to sleep.

celebrity!au cw: swearing, gojo is disgustingly in love

gojo satoru is thoroughly and utterly fucked. there are only ten minutes left until he has to go live for an interview—promotional material for his new movie. the only problem is you, his sweet costar; you had him wrapped around your finger.

despite being each other's on-screen love interests, your schedules hadn't matched until now to do an interview together. and gojo fucking satoru, one of the biggest celebrities to ever set foot in the hall of fame, is nervous. because he knows when gets out there, you'll be waiting for him. you've always been early to places (not really, he's just late).

it's not just the thought of you that has his stomach twisting in knots, it's his obsessive—and frankly, scary—fangirls who hang onto his every look, every glance, every word. even if no one finds out about his itsy bitsy crush, they will. and they will ruin you.

and he can't do that to you! this is your big break after slaving away in minor roles with a no-name cast. you're in the spotlight too much after only have seen the light being shone on other people, there's already too much pressure on you. the sudden onslaught of fans can be overwhelming, but the critics? they're so much harsher than what you expected.

"gojo, get out." it's his manager. deep breaths, he advises himself as he lifts out of the chair and to the set. where you are. god.

"so, i hear the set can get pretty crazy?" the interviewer smiles as he says it. he has that mall santa vibe; a little bit jolly and just slightly discomfort inducing.

your laugh slips out and gojo swears he almost died there. but he makes a conscious effort to not look at your lips. he sneaks a glance anyway.

"that's right! you should see the mess this man makes," you say, nodding your head towards the white-blond man. he should've worn his sunglasses, at least that way he could've stared at you in peace.

"hey! i'm not at fault here," gojo defends himself, guffawed. he crosses his arms as if he was trying to protect his chastity. or defend his honor, i suppose.

"mm, that's what they all say." your playful tone has him weak in the knees and he's thanking the gods that he's sitting down otherwise he would've folded right then and there.

"so geto suguru was here earlier and he mentioned that there was some steam in the movie, eh?"

stay professional, stay professional, stay professional.

"oh yeah. there are a couple of scenes for sure. it wouldn't have turned out as well as they did if it wasn't for satoru. i've never done an intimate scene before and he was just so comforting and really, a strong source of support for me."

fuck.

gojo breaks into a grin, his hand platonically (he hopes) pats your shoulder.

"it actually wouldn't have gone so well if it wasn't for our earth shattering chemistry. and our intimacy coordinator. yep, you heard it here first guys. bridgerton isn't the only show that gets one!" he's not entirely sure if the comedic route was the one to take after your heartfelt confession but he can't seem to respond as sincerely as he wants on television.

your giggle makes up for it though. and the light slap against his thigh. god. he has to resist the urge to ask you to do it again.

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10 MINUTE COMPILATION OF GOJO BEING DOWN BAD FOR HIS COSTAR (ft. geto)

Imagine Nanami Kento waking up from anesthesia after surgery, his bleary and unfocused gaze landing on you (his wife) standing beside him and holding his hand in yours. You smile at him warmly, softly reassuring him that he's okay and that you're right here beside him as he stares at you silently.

Nanami looks down at your joined hands, his gaze seems to focus on the wedding band adorning his ring finger. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Who are you?" He slurs, his words sloshy and imprecise. So unlike him, and so very adorable. "Are you a nurse?"

You giggle at Nanami's question.

"No, I'm not a nurse."

Nanami seems puzzled at your response. His brows furrow as his fingers move against yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in that gentle motion he always does to soothe you. Your smile widens. Looks like there are some things that even ketamine can't erase.

"Wow. You got the most gorgeous smile. Are you a model? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole life. You got really pretty teeth too..."

Kento's fingers tighten around yours, his voice falling into a groggy whisper.

"But...I think I'm married. We shouldn't be holding hands like this."

You bite your lip, fighting against the bubbling laughter in your throat and failing.

"O-Oh?"

Nanami nods, his expression shifting from one of appreciative awe to adorable seriousness.

"I want to be a good husband."

Well that just about melted your whole damn heart. Even the hospital staff in the background can't repress their "awww"s and "that's a keeper"s.

"Don't worry, you are a wonderful husband, Kento. I know that for sure."

He's confused again, those unfocused honey brown's searching yours, trying to figure out the situation as best as he can given the circumstances.

"How do you know?"

You raise your left hand, bringing it into his line of sight and wiggle your ring finger, the golden band surrounding it captures Nanami's attention in an instant.

"Because I'm your wife."

Nanami's eyes instantly grow wide, his expression morphing into one of childlike wonder.

"You're my wife?"

You laugh.

"Yes."

He squeezes your hand with a surprising amount of strength given that he was knocked out cold not that long ago.

"We're really married?"

"Yes."

"Wow..." Kento breathes, drifting off for a moment before asking you another question. "Have we kissed yet?"

His innocent yet hilarious question sends you into another fit of laugher.

"Y-yes! Many times."

Nanami rewards you with a dopey smile, his gaze so utterly loving, enchanted by your unrestrained joy.

"My wife." He murmurs adoringly, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.

"I love hearing you laugh." His palm cups your face. "You really are so beautiful. I hit the jackpot, didn't I?"

Grinning from ear to ear, you press a tender kiss to Kento's fingertips before guiding his hand back down to the bed.

"Alright sweetest man alive, you need to stop talking before you make every person in this room fall in love with you. I'm going to grab a snack for us for later. I'll be right back, okay?"

Kento nods.

"Okay. Can I get another kiss when you come back?"

“Wahhh!” 

“Nooooo!” 

“Bwahhhhhh!” 

“I don’t care, she was mine first!!!” 

“WAHHH!” 

“AHHHHHHH-” 

“Satoru Gojo,” you snap and glare at your husband, who’s burying his face in the pillow to muffle his laughter. Your seven month-old son also begins laughing. It’s so cute that you almost forget that the two were screaming at each other just seconds ago. 

Satoru lifts his head up to grin handsomely at you, feigning innocence. “Yes, wifey?” 

“Why on earth are you screaming with your son at eight o’clock in the morning?” You ask. 

“Because,” he whines, pointing an accusing finger at your baby boy, who had begun cooing adorably for your attention. “He won’t let me kiss you! Watch what happens.” To demonstrate, Satoru gently leans in, only to be stopped when the baby uses his tiny hands to push against his face with a loud whine. You stifle a laugh when he pouts, squinting his eyes at your son. “Listen, just because you’re laying here, doesn’t mean that you can just keep me from giving my wife a little smooch.” 

Your son doesn’t budge. “Bwah!” 

“Okay, and?!” Satoru exclaims with a tilt of his head.

You roll your eyes. “I cannot believe you’re actually arguing with him.” 

“Kid’s got a mouth on him.” 

“How do you even know what he said– You know what? Don’t answer that. Anyway, he’s your kid. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t sassy.” 

Satoru gasps dramatically. “I am not sassy.” Next to him, your son matches his pout with a hmph, and since he was born with Satoru’s hair and eye color, he basically looked like a tiny version of him. “See?” He asks, gesturing to his mini. “Even he agrees with me!” 

“Sure he does,” you say, then turn your attention back to your phone, scrolling through a grocery delivery app so you can start ordering things for the week 

“And back to you,” you hear Satoru continue with your son, “I just want to kiss her cheek, and you’re just– hey, no sticking out your tongue at me.” The baby babbles, and Satoru scoffs. “No, I’m not cryin’. What’re you talking about?” 

You laugh quietly. If this was how it was now, you couldn’t wait to see what it’s going to be like in the future.

YOU'RE PREGNANT! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...how the jjk men(toji, gojo, geto, nanami, choso) act when you’re 9 months pregnant and ready to pop

INFO...jjk men x fem!reader, fluff, comfort, reader is pregnant (obvi), mention of mood swings, cravings, emotional reader, jjk men being great dads

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

toji has already dealt with this kind of thing before when it came to megumi, but it’s been so long that he’s almost forgotten what it was like. You’re waddling around the house, a stank look on your face as you stare at him. “Yes?” He questions, eyebrows raised. “I want food,” you simply answer. “Okay, what do you want?” He asks. And when you tell him you’re not sure, he lets out a long sigh because he knows this is gonna end in you getting emotional. You’ll complain your back hurts, your feet hurt, and then you’ll end up cursing him out for putting a baby in you. So all he does is walks over to you, and hugs you because he’d rather do that than get into a stupid argument about food. “Toji!” You cry into his arms. “I’m just so hungry and I don’t know what to eat!” You sniffle. To help with your problem, he starts listing off every fast food restaurant and food he could think of in hopes you’d find one appealing enough. “Chinese food?” He shrugs. You gasp with excitement. “Ugh, yes! Me and the baby could go for some orange chicken!” You smile. Toji just chuckles, “making the call right now, sweetheart.” He watches as you waddle over to the couch, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

GOJO

ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was at the stores buying whatever supplies he saw, doesn’t matter if you needed it or not. And till this day, when you’re about a few weeks from popping, he’s still buying the baby things. “What do you think of this, eh?” He smirks, holding up a onesie that says “my dad is the best”. “You’re gonna spoil her rotten, is what I think,” you groan as you reach into the bag to see what else he bought for your daughter. “More toys?” You hold up a fake set of plastic keys. Gojo snatched them from you. “I’ll have you know that she will be learning life skills at a very young age, thank you very much,” he scoffed. All you did was laugh, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Your daughter’s room was filled to the brim with clothes, toys, blankets, you were starting to wonder if you had any more room. “I can already tell she’s going to be a daddy’s girl,” you said with a sigh, rubbing your belly. “Yes she is,” Gojo leaned in towards your very plump belly, “isn’t that right?” He placed a kiss on your stomach.

NANAMI

nanami is the type that doesn’t let you do a damn thing by yourself. You’re reach for something to high on the shelf, he’s sprinting towards you, ready to be at your service. “Be careful,” he says, rubbing your back. “Kento, I got it,” you chuckle. His eyes are always on you, watching your every move. Especially when you’re in public, he hates when people get too close to you. He knows others don’t watch their surroundings and could easily bump into you. “Ken!” You shout from the bedroom. “Yes?” He peeks his head around the corner. “Can you help me get my shoes on, I can’t even reach,” you pout. Within seconds he’s on his knees, slipping on your sandals, and tying them around your ankle. He will even go as far as to paint your toes if you forgot because he knows how much you hate not having them done. Like I said, he won’t let you do a thing by yourself. “Thank you, Ken,” you kiss his lips.

GETO

geto literally pampers you. I’m not saying he acts like nanami, but I’m saying that he makes your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. “Sugu, baby, can you rub my feet? They’re swollen.” You frown. “Of course.” He grabs the lotion and casually massages your feet while you’re both watching a movie, and literally over the course of your pregnancy he’s become the best masseuse ever. He’ll also randomly creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before lifting your belly, feeling the weight off of your back. “Feel better, mama?” He kisses your cheek. “So much better.” You nod, closing your eyes as you embrace the moment. You’ve even found it hard to shower while being pregnant and geto takes it upon himself to help you, albeit jumping in the shower with you or sitting on the edge of the tub while you’re in the bath. “Is the water too hot?” He rubs the soapy water over your shoulders. “It’s perfect.”

CHOSO

I’m sorry but choso is clueless. Not in a bad way, but in like a panicky way. You’re an emotional wreck through your pregnancy, moods swings like crazy. “Can you just get out please?!” You’re annoyed with him, bothered about the littlest thing ever and then in the next two minutes you’re walking out the room just crying and apologizing to him, kissing his cheek. He has no idea what the hell is going on, and you’d think he’d learn after nine months, but no. All he can is just sit there and comfort you. “It’s fine,” he assures. He gets your favorite food that you’ve been craving for the past two weeks, eating it non stop and then within a split second you’re gagging, pushing the food away. “Oh my gosh, Choso! Please throw it away, it tastes so bad.” You gag again. “But…I…you were just eating this yesterday…?” He’s says, confused before throwing the bowl of food in the garbage. Quite literally doesn’t understand anything, just confused to all hell, but he’s trying his best.

the winter breeze is bloodthirsty, greedy, biting at any flesh you dare leave exposed to her icy fangs. you underestimated just how the vicious the winds would be, lacking in layers amidst these freezing temperatures.

your phone gives a quick succession of ‘ding!’s and you know it’s satoru because he’s the only one who rapidfires texts to you in such a manner.

it’s tempting to pull out your phone and see what goofy messages he’s sent you this time—what animal pictures or funny photos he always has on hand. but your fingers are numb. the tips are frigid and cracked, painfully cold and it hurts just to wiggle the digits, but it’s about the only thing you can do to keep them from going too stiff.

“do you always ignore your poor boyfriend’s texts?”, a familiar voice asks behind you.

satoru laughs when you whip around to gawk at him, because how did he even sneak up on you? the question never leaves your lips, instead interrupted by a harsh shiver from your head-to-toe, one that wipes the smirk right off satoru’s face.

“oh, baby…”, he sighs. “c’mere.”

satoru tugs you closer to him, and it feels like the bitter breeze has been blasted out of your vicinity. you have a split second thought—‘his infinity’—before he’s cupping his larger, mittened hands around yours. gently, like delicate china, and he moves them up to his lips.

“dummy.”, satoru scold as he looks over your pale knuckles and fragile fingertips, tutting at you and his unamused pout brings forth a sheepish smile to your lips.

he leans forward to press soft kisses to your palm, your fingers, and then he heaves a first large, warm exhale over your hands. it’s a soothing relief; peppermint-scented breaths especially effective now that the icy winds are kept at bay.

satoru huffs and puffs to defrost your frigid hands. his white lashes have fluttered shut, brows slightly furrowed as he works on getting your hands back up to a proper temperature. he looks pretty, a light red dusting over his nose and cheeks, up to his ears. the sight sends a warmth blooming throughout your heart, more so when satoru opens his eyes again and captivates you in those in those glittery, winter blues. being this close to him, literally in his space, as he catches and holds your gaze—it feels extremely intimate.

“there, all better.”, satoru hums, coating your hands in a few more lingering kisses. “thank you, satoru.”

and you just giggle, roll your eyes, relish in the newfound heat within your hands. “thank you, satoru.”

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a/n two posts in one day… ruh roh… (I miss gojo </3)

ex!satoru who doesn’t really understand the concept of being an ex. he just thinks you want a break from him. but permanently separated? hell no, he could never understand that.

“‘toru… things aren’t gonna work out between us,” you begin as he sits in front of you at your dinner table in your shared apartment. he looks at you with no emotion, as if you didn’t just end things. “we’re growing in separate ways, and i feel i would only—satoru.”

you could scream at him—he’s not paying attention, scrolling on his phone instead. he shows you the order he placed for dinner, coming in twenty minutes. of course, he bought your favorite.

“satoru, can you please be serious for one minute?” you huff, clearly annoyed that he’s not listening while he’s purchasing things he knows will make you swoon.

“i am serious,” he says, placing his phone down to observe your breathtaking features.

“you weren’t even listening,” you say, crossing your arms as you slouch in the seat.

“baby, of course i’m listening—you’re crazy if you think i’m leaving you,” he coos condescendingly, and you roll your eyes.

ex!satoru who, in fact, respected your decision and gave you your personal space, not exactly broken up in his eyes, just a temporary break.

ex!satoru who stays over at suguru’s place for a few months, whining every day and night about how he missed being in your arms.

“i miss her,” gojo says as he pets geto’s cat, miyu, while geto himself groans as he cleans his apartment.

“can you at least help out and stop whining like a bitch,” geto says, adjusting the pillows neatly on his couch. this only causes gojo to frown and embrace miyu in a tight hug, nuzzling his face in her soft fur as she tries to get away from his grasp.

“and let go of miyu, she doesn’t want you holding her.”

ex!satoru who continues to send you money, always sending you hundreds and hundreds of dollars for food, shopping, and especially paying for your necessities. he doesn’t care that you work for yourself—you’re still his baby, and he loves spoiling you. his money is your money.

unknown number sent $500! —go get some food, baby~ ♡

unknown number sent $600! —please unblock me on insta

unknown number sent $300! —i love u, mama

ex!satoru who chokes on his breakfast when shoko says you’re going on a date. gojo, never in his life, was speechless, and that really creeped out shoko and geto.

“satoru… are you good?” geto asks concernedly—even miyu jumps on gojo’s lap, sensing a difference in his character.

“yeah, i’m good…” he says calmly, placing down his utensils to pet miyu’s soft fur.

ex!satoru who does a little investigating of who this mysterious man is, finding his identity within ten minutes. he scoffs when he finds his social media—he’s nowhere near as handsome as he is. what do you see in him?

ex!satoru who sits comfortably in the luxurious restaurant where you and the mysterious man planned to go. little did you know, gojo texted the man, telling him that you’re married.

“aiko?” gojo hears a soft voice call as he turns to look at you. your eyes widen when you see gojo. this has to be some kind of joke—he is fucking crazy. you turn around, going back to the entrance, but gojo grabs your wrist.

“no, no, no, baby, please let me talk,” he pleads, and you fold from the way he calls you baby. oh, how you loved and missed the way he called you baby and claimed you as his own.

he guides you to the chair in front of him as he holds your hand, your pretty acrylics grazing his hands. he loved the way you looked well put together, his baby doll.

“my love, i promise to leave you,” he says, rubbing small circles on your hand. your heart pangs at his confession. “i just want to know how you’re doing.”

“i-i miss you so much,” you say. gojo feels like he’s hallucinating at what you just said. “shoko told me you were having a date today, and i felt so jealous—” you stammer, and gojo blinks multiple times, stunned at what you’re saying.

“this guy aiko asked me on a date, and i wanted to make you jealous,” you continue, frowning at being confused with your emotions. but gojo, on the other hand, is putting two and two together.

“give me your phone,” he sternly says. you stare at him in confusion, but you oblige, taking out your phone from your purse and handing it to him. gojo smiles as your lockscreen is still a baby photo of him. he unlocks your phone—the password still the same, his birthday.

“i was meaning to change the lockscreen,” you quickly state, not trying to look like a weirdo in front of him.

gojo goes into your contacts and clicks aiko’s contact information, calling the number. multiple rings go by, and the man on the other line picks up.

“hello—”

“shoko, i know this is you.”

you look at him and your phone in horror. shoko set you guys up by making a fake number to make you go on a date with ‘aiko’ but really you’d be with gojo.

“ahh, did my plan work? both of you kept whining about each other—it was infuriating. i had to do something,” she says on the other line, gojo clearly hearing geto’s giggles in the background.

“don’t ever do this again,” gojo says as he hangs up the phone. the two of you burst out in laughter, but for you, it’s more embarrassing that you were flirting with shoko through texts!

fiancé!satoru who proposed to you a few weeks later, he’s beyond happy to be in the arms of his baby again <3

.ᐟ dating choso headcannons

pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

context: fluff

author’s note: finally got motivation to write something

boyfriend choso! who loves when you play with his hair, he likes seeing how excited you get when he lets you try hairstyles on him.

boyfriend choso! who always wants to hold your hand, nudging your pinky with his to let you know he wants to.

boyfriend choso! who was so excited to introduce you to his brothers, reassuring you that they would 100% like you.

boyfriend choso! who’s always the first one to apologize after an argument.

boyfriend choso! who definitely follows the sidewalk rule, always snaking an arm around your waist and moving you to the opposite side so you don’t walk close to the road.

boyfriend choso! who always lends you his hoodies because he just loves seeing you in his clothes.

boyfriend choso! who sends you pictures of pretty things he sees when he goes on runs and tells you it reminded him of you.

boyfriend choso! who’s love language is physical touch, he can never keep his hands off of you.

boyfriend choso! who always wants to fall asleep on the phone with you, he can’t sleep without you.

boyfriend choso! who loves surprising you with hand picked flowers and always buys you cute stuffed animals.

boyfriend choso! who is a such a good listener and always listens to you when you rant on about something, nodding after every sentence you say.

boyfriend choso! who’s extremely loyal to you, he cherishes your relationship way too much to ever cheat on you.

boyfriend choso! who always wants you to be safe and comfortable around him, constantly trying to make sure he’s being respectful.

boyfriend choso! who leaves you cute little notes around the house just talking about how lucky he is to have you.

.ᐟ dating gojo headcanons

pairings: satoru gojo x f!reader

context: fluff

author’s note: thank you for 300 !!

boyfriend gojo! who usually talks non-stop, he never shuts up unless you upset him or he’s having another bad day, but if he’s upset with you he’ll definitely give you silent treatment.

boyfriend gojo! who pulls at your hips when you try to leave the bed early in the morning.

boyfriend gojo! who stares at you with his eyes wide open to try to scare you when you wake up.

boyfriend gojo! who loves teasing you, and calling you stupid names that you hate just to annoy you.

boyfriend gojo! who told you he hated pets and they were unnecessary but when you ended up getting one for the both of you he loved it.

boyfriend gojo! who always hugs you from behind while you guys are out with friends, and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

boyfriend gojo! who remembers the smallest details about you, even the stuff you thought he wouldn’t remember.

boyfriend gojo! who gets upset when you’re not giving him enough attention and will start poking at your cheek.

boyfriend gojo! who loves when you’re talking about something you’re very passionate about, he’ll just stare at you with a big smile on his face and nod after every sentence you say.

boyfriend gojo! who holds your waist to move past you.

boyfriend gojo! who loves laying his head on your lap and when you play with his hair.

boyfriend gojo! who let you wear his blindfold once and took so many pictures of you and made it his lock screen.

boyfriend gojo! who when you’re checking yourself out in the mirror he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and snake an arm around your waist.

boyfriend gojo! who always bothers you and is always asking you “watcha doooingg?”

boyfriend gojo! who randomly just slaps your butt then runs away laughing.

boyfriend gojo! who craves your attention 24/7 and gets jealous when your attention is on somebody else.

boyfriend gojo! who grabs your arm when you’re going out somewhere so you can give him a goodbye kiss.

boyfriend gojo! who jumps onto your back because he knows you’ll tumble over.

boyfriend gojo! who always asks you if you guys can do movie marathons.

boyfriend gojo! who facetimes you while he’s on missions so you guys can still fall asleep together.

boyfriend gojo! who loves physical attention, so he’s always holding your pinky, hand, or waist.

boyfriend gojo! who follows you around like he’s your bodyguard. (he’s just clingy.)

boyfriend gojo! who started doing skincare when he saw you doing it one night in your shared bathroom.

boyfriend gojo! who takes embarrassing off guard pictures of you when you’re not looking.

boyfriend gojo! who dunks your head underwater when your at pools or the beach even if you said you didn’t wanna get your hair wet.

boyfriend gojo! who laughs at his own problems to not worry you.

boyfriend gojo! who doesn’t keep your relationship secret, but tries not to make it too public so he doesn’t put you in any danger.

boyfriend gojo! who always has a big dumb crooked smile when he’s genuinely happy.

boyfriend gojo! who loves baking, would love baking dates with you.

boyfriend gojo! who takes you on dates whenever he has a day off, he doesn’t care what you guys do he just wants to be together.

boyfriend gojo! who constantly sends you pictures of his face when he misses you, or he just sends you pictures of random things when he’s bored and wants to talk to you.

boyfriend gojo! who never raises his voice at you no matter how mad he is.

𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬

𐙚Synopsis: You trip and fall onto the jjk mens not so appropriate(dick) spot what’s their reaction?

𐙚Cont: jjk men x reader, swearing, crack, nsfw(mentions of boners, hand jobs, teasing?)

𐙚Paring: Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Choso,Toji,Sukuna

𐙚Note: Thank you for the submission! (I have writers block.)

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𐙚Gojo

𐙚Geto

𐙚Nanami

𐙚Choso

𐙚Toji

𐙚Sukuna

(I got lazy at the end…)

Just kiss me

asking the jjk men for a kiss

Characters: Nanami. Gojo. Geto. Toji. Choso. Ino.

Soft places

Theme: sfw

Summery: where JJK men love to rest their head on your body!

Pair: Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Toji x chubby reader

Tw: a lil sexual 

A/n I rlly wanna write more for JJK, big men need big girls<33

ᡣ𐭩Gojo

I strongly believe that this man is a boob man, your plump chest is something drool worthy. 

Low cut tops? He’s shameless staring, hands twitching to grab ahold of those mounds.

“Darling, I’m not looking, I swear!” He would say as his face is so close to your chest, his blindfold still over his eyes.

He loves hearing your heartbeat, knowing that your still and alive makes him feel relaxed

Cuddling all by yourself? Not anymore, Gojo’s head is buried in your chest. 

Don’t be surprised if you feel fingers poking at your breast, tracing the stretch marks 

You’ve been waiting all day, sitting bored on the couch. You're not even watching the show anymore, almost about to fall asleep. 

Suddenly, a heavy feeling is pressed against your chest. You peel your eyes open, your eyes twitching in annoyance when you see a familiar white hair on your chest. 

Gojo is smothering himself in your chest, his hand squeezing your tits. You exhale, closing your eyes.

“Gojo, what are you doing?” You ask, gritting your teeth together. 

“Resting!” His voice is muffled by your plump chest, not making an effort to move off your body. 

“I know that, but why?” You huff, yanking his hair to pull him off your chest. 

He has a pout on his face, making a grabbing motion with his hands. You groan, rolling your eyes as you let his head fall into your chest again. 

“Weirdo” you mumble, gasping when you feel something nibble on your exposed skin. 

“Love you” Gojo chuckles, nuzzling his head further into your chest. 

ᡣ𐭩Sukuna

Absolutely diabolical

Ass man, the end

You're never safe when Sukuna is near, you're making a mistake even turning around. 

Before you can realize it, a rough hand is coming full force to deliver a rough smack to your ass.

It’s even worse if you're wearing shorts, the fat of your ass jiggles.

I mean, you got all that thang in the back, what were you expecting? 

Don’t think for one second you're safe, you can feel his eyes on your ass no matter where you are. 

It’s so boring, doing absolutely nothing. Scrolling on your phone is becoming boring, laying on your belly as you scroll through your phone. 

You don’t even notice the loony presence behind you, a shadow being casted over your body. 

A rough hand comes into contact with your ass, a sharp sting to the cheek. You let out a shriek, pouting at the numb feeling on your ass. 

You glared over your shoulder, and there was the devil himself. Sukuna has a smirk on his face, eyes still staring at your plump ass. 

“Sukuna..” you grit, holding the urge to toss your phone at his head. 

Sukuna hums, his large hand grabbing at the red cheek. He squeezes the soft flesh, shaking it like it’s a toy. 

“Did you just smack my ass?” You huff, smacking his hand off your ass. 

“Mmh, yea, and?” Sukuna chuckles, sitting down behind you. 

He rests his head on your ass, the other hand fondling your ass cheek. You help, kicking your legs. 

“Stop moving brat” Sukuna huffs, rough finger tracing the stretch marks on your ass. 

He nuzzles his head in your ass, biting harshly on your ass. You groan, that will leave a mark. 

You’ll need to remind yourself to never wear shorts, because Sukuna definitely won’t remind you. You hear a loud rumbling laughter coming behind you, what a strange man.

ᡣ𐭩Nanami

He’s either a belly or thigh man, but today he’s feeling like a belly type man.

Oh how plump, round, soft, plump your belly is. 

He just wants to bury his face in the flesh, feeling his finger sink deeper into the chub. 

Would you let him nibble on the flesh, trace his fingers on the faded stretch marks?

Or maybe you’d do both, run your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your belly. 

You're resting in bed, wearing a tank top that keeps riding up to the point it doesn’t cover your plump belly anymore. You’ve been waiting for your husband for a while at this point, but you're willing to wait longer for him.

Your eyes scan through a book, each page getting even more addicting as the plot thickens. Your eyes drift up when you hear the soft sound of a door opening, a smile forming on your face. 

You already know it’s Nanami, judging by the soft sound of his footsteps. The soft sound of his feet hitting the ground, not as loud as his shoes, he never wears shoes in his house.

You gently close the book, setting aside when the door opens. Nanami looks like a mess, a tired mess.

“Long day at work, hon?” You ask gently, seeing how he shuts the door behind him. 

He sighs, nodding his head. The bed dips under his weight, resting his head on your exposed belly. 

Normally he asks before he does anything, but today his patience seems to be thin. Your soft finger runs through his hair, itching at his scalp.

He hums into your touch, melting further into your belly. You giggle, your belly jiggling with every soft giggle. 

Nanami pulls away from your belly, taking off his glasses, setting them aside. He leans close to your face, pressing his lips gently against yours. 

You hum into the kiss, your fingers tracing his jaw. He moves back down to rest his head against your belly, his finger tracing the curves of your flesh. 

“I’m sorry, my love.. I just need a moment” Nanami sighs, pressing an off kiss to your belly. 

“Take your time” you hum, resting your hands in his messed up hair. 

ᡣ𐭩Geto

Sorry, not sorry, but he’s such a thigh man.

They look so soft, so round, plump, something he can easily tear at.

But he’d never inflict pain upon you, you're his love.

They way you don’t have a thigh gap, plump flesh pressed against each other is addicting.

He’d love to trace his fingers on the flesh, barely touching your thighs.

Your thighs are so squishy and warm! It’s the best pillow for him!

Geto has his head resting on your lap, black hair splayed on your skin, tickling you. You can feel his lips pressing against your skin, his hand gently squeezing the chub. 

“Geto, shouldn’t you go..?” You mumble, not exactly wanting him to leave so soon.

“Mmh, it can wait, can’t it doll?” Geto hums, his voice muffled from your plump thighs. 

He presses a soft kiss to your skin, squeezing your flesh in his large hands. A soft smile forms on your face, happy to hear his thoughts of leaving you. 

Your thighs are so soft, Geto wouldn’t mind if you crushed him in between them. But for your sake, he’ll keep those thoughts for later on. 

“You seem so tired today~” you tease, seeing him lift his head from your lap. 

“Mmh, just missed you” Geto chuckles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. 

God, you're so soft everywhere! Your cheek is warm, you wouldn’t mind if he nibbled, would you?

Your eyes widen when you feel your cheek being tugged, Geto nibbling on your cheek. You giggle, allowing him to do as he pleases.

“Soft..” Geto hums, kissing the area.

ᡣ𐭩Toji

Manwhore who can’t keep his nasty hands off your body, could you blame him?

Where are you going lil mama? He just wants to touch you!

Don’t worry, he will back off if you want but seeing how you roll your eyes but allow him tells him what he needs to know

How doesn’t have a favorite place, since he’s just trying to feel every part of you up.

Chest? Don’t be surprised if his hands are fondling your chest, you wouldn’t mind if he sucked hickes on the soft flesh, right?

Belly? His fingers are digging into the flesh, enough to leave a mark. He’s nibbling into the rolls, teasing you.

Thighs? He’s chopping marks onto it, purple marks, he’s leaving many. Hand marks are everywhere, his hand grabbing roughly into your skin. 

Ass? You know that this man is smacking that flesh until it’s red, leaving his mark everywhere. 

But if he had to chose, he’s loving your ass.

You're attempting to relax on your bed, ignoring the fact that Toji was practically fondling your entire body with his hands. He’s doing everything, pinching, squeezing, shaking, slapping, bitting, kissing, licking at your flesh. 

His head is resting on your ass, nibbling at the chub with no shame at all. You scoff, glancing over your shoulder to see the man practically smothering himself in your ass.

“Toji, stop that” you huff, feeling him pinch at your flesh.

“Nah, I’m enjoying myself” Toji chuckles, kissing your ass. 

“Enjoying yourself? Your definition of enjoying yourself is your face in my ass?” You scoff, gasping when you feel a rough slap to your cheek.

“Yes, and you're loving it” Toji chuckles, seeing how you roll to rest on your back now. 

“Change of position? Not that it affects me that much” Toji hums, now resting his head on your belly.

You huff, pushing his head from your plump belly. Toji groans, moving his head to rest on your chest. 

“Are you serious?” You groan, hearing the deep rumble coming from Toji. 

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easy, mama” Toji teases, his hand moving to cup your breast. 

“Toji!” You whine, he’s enjoying himself way too much. 

Bye, image these men going insane when they see the reader unbutton her jeans when she’s trying to eat and her lil belly pokes out😭💗

When I talked to the moon last night, I told her about you.

husband!gojo x reader drabble. he loves his wife SO much. just little romantic rituals.

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Shirtless, leaning against the railing of his balcony, Gojo exhaled blissfully. The curtains from inside flapped against the wind, reminding him that he hadn’t slid the doors shut. But he didn’t mind, as he was able to view your half-covered body tangled in his sheets, chest rising and falling in slow, peaceful breaths. A smile on your face despite the deep slumber he lulled you into. 

Satoru did promise that you would never fall asleep without a smile on your face if you married him. 

And he was proud to keep it. 

You were everything to him, and he found a routine to follow after making love to you—wandering out to his balcony to thank the moon, the stars, or whatever was shining down on him from above. Like he often did as a child, gazing up at the moon as if it contained all of life’s answers, as if its wisdom whispered the key to your happiness. 

Satoru found solace in the moon. And when the moon told him about the sun, he told the moon about you. The brightest, most important star in his universe. Nothing would ever outshine you in his mind. 

He was so lucky to have you, and a day never passed without him acknowledging it. 

Overcome with emotion, Satoru’s fingers tightened around the metal railing, slumping over it, as if he was afraid to keep gazing at the moon and its brilliance. The same overwhelming understanding washed over him. Gazing up at the moon was the equivalent of looking into your eyes. 

Such beauty. An indescribable force. You. His Goddess. How lucky he was to have you by his side, in his bed, in his life. 

The brightness from outside shined so perfectly into your eyes, that they flickered open. As you sat up, the first thing you saw was your husband on the balcony, deep in thought. 

The muscles of his back seemed to contort under the moonlight. Your husband was so melodramatic. 

“Is it a full moon tonight?” You whispered groggily from behind, not giving him a moment to reply before embracing him and resting your head against his back. 

He didn’t need to ask why you joined him, as the first few times he asked, you always mumbled a cute and tired, “Toru, you know I can’t sleep without you.” 

Chuckling softly, Gojo turned around to face you and pulled you into his chest. “Look for yourself, my love,” he whispered, pressing a light, gentle kiss on your forehead. 

Exhaling, your nose scrunched, a playful glint in your eyes as you glanced up at him. Every time he held you so tightly, so carefully and protectively, you felt like you were falling in love with him all over again. 

The brightness of the moon was clear, and it seemed to light up the entire sky, casting shadows along the drifting clouds, and highlighting Gojo’s features. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was your husband. How lucky you were. 

“What is the moon saying tonight?” you teased with a lighthearted tone. 

Satoru claimed that the moon told him to marry you, after all. You are my sun, Y/N. He whispered every time he had to depart from you. 

Without the sun, the moon would know nothing but darkness. And every morning, the light and joy you greeted him with was an everlasting reminder that he found his other half. 

Glancing back to the stars dotting the sky, hardly visible from the moon’s brilliance, Gojo’s eyes twinkled. “The moon congratulated me.” 

Arms slipping around his waist, you questioned in a curious murmur. “For what?” 

His head tilted back to gain a better look at you. “Somehow convincing you to marry me.” He smiled sleepily, leaning down to capture your lips again. Kissing you would never grow tiresome, it was the action he looked forward to most every morning and every night. It was like he would die without it. 

“Well the sun knows it didn’t take much convincing.” You took both of his hands in yours and tugged him back to the door’s entrance. “But maybe I can ask it again in the morning.” 

“Just to make sure?” He smiled. 

Falling back into the king-sized bed, you sighed innocently, beckoning Gojo to follow you. Once he did, you cuddled up next to him. One hand on his cheek, you pressed your lips against his. 

“The sun makes no mistakes, my love,” you mumbled against his lips. 

‧ ˚. c/w: crack, fluff, satoru being a cuddly husband, poor megumi mentions, based on a TikTok audio

“Satoru,”

A rustle of sheets, “Hm?”

“You’re suffocating me again,”

It was a nightly routine of Satoru wrapped around you, limbs entangled with yours until you were pressed against him and the wall. And one way or another, you would disengage yourself from his death grip and fall asleep, only to find yourself back in it the next morning.

And you loved it — loved being engulfed in his soft plush and hard planes of his body, his face buried in the crook of your neck or the valley of your chest. But sometimes…you just wanted some space.

“Can you move over a little, Toru? I don’t have any room,” and it had been the second time you had asked recently, and usually your request was met with protest and whining, until he relented. But this time he had rolled over without even a word.

“Thank you,” you sighed, easing yourself from the wall, eyes still shut, until you reach over to his side to feel nothing there. Your eyes flutter open only for you to snort.

You found his back to you, lying on the floor.

“Satoru, what? What are you doing?”

“My own wife doesn’t love me,” and you can’t help but laugh, and he whirls on you, “first Megumi doesn’t call me dad and now you don’t want to cuddle me! Am I that repulsive?”

“Well when you throw a tantrum—“ and he’s pouting now, “baby get back on the bed, I just wanted some space, not for you to sleep on the floor,”

“Maybe my wife rather would have her space—“

“Get on the bed, and I’ll cuddle you, paintbrush head.”

And finally he settles in beside you, your arms curled around him, and you press a kiss to his lips, before he murmurs, “how do I get Megumi to call me dad?”

“Go to sleep, Satoru.”

nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”

since husband! gojo satoru got over 10K likes, here is husband! nanami more in this series- husband! geto suguru

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husband! nanami who pulls back your hair into a ponytail so that it does not get into your food

husband! nanami who kneels down to kiss your tummy

husband! nanami who lets you rest your feet on his lap in the car while he is driving

husband! nanami who responds to you calling him babygirl

husband! nanami who dries your hair everytime ever since you got married

husband! nanami who hasn't shaved on his own ever since you got married cause you do that for him

husband nanami! who makes your wishlist his to-do list

husband! nanami who puts his palm on your cheek and does the thumb rub thing while looking in your eyes

husband! nanami who gifts you a plushie scented like his cologne

husband! nanami who feeds you fried chicken while you are painting your nails

husband! nanami who eats the bento made by you only

husband! nanami who brings you a glass of water every two hours