Only if you’re comfortable with this. But could you do an SMAU where the reader is at a party or a get-together, and we feel something is off, and we call the JJK men? This happened to me a few months ago when I was at a party, and it just didn't feel right. My former friend tried getting me to stay and said I was overreacting. I didn’t want to. So I called my bf to pick me up and not only did he show up, but so did his friends. They wanted to make sure I was safe too, even if they had to cancel their gaming night.
yes omg! I'll try my best to do but just to let you know I do kinda suck after all but then again I'll try my best 🫶
Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader
Summary-
You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same day…and the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)
18+ Minors will be BLOCKED
Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dm’s and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. He’ll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.
Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. He’s the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; he’ll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for him…then you cummed on it like eight times, but that’s a story for another time. Recently, you’ve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients.
☆ One-on-One Sessions: Price Varies…
Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didn’t notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same day…at the same time.
Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. He’ll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, you’re smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The man’s pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.
He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.
In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows you’re just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks he’s your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone else…and he eats it up.
“Hey, Baby, I miss you…can’t wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxo”
Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. He’ll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who he’s fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman he’s fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well.
You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. It’s like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you don’t think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldn’t want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man???
One day, you’re getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didn’t realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day… and the same time.
Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: “Third floor, please.” Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence—looks like we're going to the same floor.” Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same direction—
It was just a coincidence, right?
Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgänger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe he’s Kakashi’s long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didn’t expect anything from him.
What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoru–but also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himself—but he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time.
When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you did–your jaw dropped. “Uhhh” was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you.
Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. “So I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with me—make sure I got you to myself,” he said, looking around.
Meanwhile, you’re apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. “I am so sorry, guys, I-I honestly…don’t even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you both–” Your brain stops for a second…you don’t think with that instead; you’re listening to the brain that’s throbbing down there.
“Why not fuck them both???”
You shake your head at the thought. You’ve never had a threesome before, and you weren’t going to now!
“Why don’t you just fuck both of us?” Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoru’s eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldn’t have agreed, right???
Two minutes later
Well, so much for your dignity, because you’re bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasn’t upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chair—jerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that he’d wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was joking…he was not joking.
Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. “What a wimp,” he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, “Let my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girl…” Your eyes sprang open, and you couldn’t help but giggle mid moan.
Satoru’s eye twitched—Temu twin??! How dare this man who looks like he’s old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. “Shut up! It’s not that fucking funny!” He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoru’s cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.
He smiled so sadistically, “Is that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?” He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojo’s angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you.
Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twin’s cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms you’ve had by now.
You could hardly focus…being used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machines—Satoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.
You curse yourself because why—just why would these men think it’d be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind you—they both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.
Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnel…yeah that’s you. “It’s not going to fit—” you cry out as Kakashi’s hand lands on your ass. “Don’t be ridiculous now; we’ve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.” He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point.
Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasn’t also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients.
Satoru’s hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. “C-Can you slow down, man? At this rate—ah!” He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum.
Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thing—
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You rest your hand on the gentle swell of your belly, a soft smile playing on your lips as Satoru’s fingers trace lazy circles over the fabric of your yukata. The estate feels warmer these days, bathed in the late afternoon light filtering through the screens. the two of you have carved out something almost peaceful in the midst of jujutsu world chaos.
“You’re glowing” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, but his eyes are soft. “Our little heir is already spoiling you rotten.”
You laugh, leaning into his chest. The pregnancy has been smooth so far, a quiet joy after years of missions and danger. The baby kicks sometimes, faint but insistent, and Satoru never misses a chance to press his ear to your stomach, whispering nonsense promises about clouds and sweets and the world he’ll reshape for them.
“I never thought I’d get this” you admit one evening, curled against him in the engawa. “Not after everything.”
He kisses your temple. “You deserve it, hime. We both do.”
For a while, it seemed like victory.
But old men with ancient grudges do not forget, and they do not forgive. Bitter, exiled, and desperate to strip Satoru of his future legacy, the disgruntled elders used their remaining, shadowy connections.
they didn't need to overpower the strongest sorcerer alive, they just needed to wait until he was called away on an emergency mission.
They bribed a servant.
By the time Satoru felt his cursed energy alarm trigger and teleported back into the bedroom, the room smelled of copper and despair. You were on the floor, clutching your stomach, gasping through a pain that wasn't just physical, it was the agonizing realization that the faint, pulsing cursed energy inside you had completely vanished.
...
He held you as the clan medics shook their heads, their faces pale. The baby was gone. You survived, but a part of you died right there. Satoru didn't cry. Instead, a suffocating silence settled over him. The limitless around him vibrated with a cold, absolute rage.
"Stay with her" he told shoko, not trusting anyone else, his voice a flat, dead whisper. "I have a debt to collect."
...
His vibrant blue eyes were wide, unblinking, and entirely devoid of humanity.
"gojo!" one of the elders shrieked, scrambling backward. "You have no right—"
"I told you old corpses once before. I gave you a chance to live out your pathetic, miserable lives in the dirt. But you just couldn't help yourselves, could you?"
Ogi, his hand still bound in a heavy cast from their last encounter, reached for his sword, his face contorted in fear and pride. "She was a nobody! A flaw in the lineage! The clan needed to be cleansed of—"
Satoru was suddenly standing directly in front of him. The speed was incomprehensible. He caught Ogi by his broken hand, squeezing until the bones ground into powder. Ogi screamed, a raw, agonizing sound.
"A flaw?" Satoru whispered, leaning in close, his breath ghosting over Ogi's terrified face. "You dare talk about her? You trash think you understand power? You think you understand legacy? You are nothing. You're bugs I forgot to step on."
He ripped Ogi’s arm completely free from the shoulder. Blood sprayed across the shrine's altar.
"Look at me" Satoru commanded the remaining elders, who were on their knees, begging, weeping, covering their ears. "Look at the eyes you wanted so badly to control. Did you think a bit of poison would hide your scent? I track cursed energy down to the atom. I know exactly which one of your dirty, corrupt hands paid off the servant. I know exactly who bought the toxin."
He raised a single hand, ready to deliver a hit,
"You took everything from her," Satoru said, a shred of emotion finally escaping his voice, though his expression remained a mask of pure, unadulterated malice. "You took my child. So I am going to take your lives."
"Please! Satoru, the balance of the jujutsu world—!"
"I am the balance" Satoru snarled.
His fist smashed into the man’s face with a sickening crunch, bone giving way like wet paper. blood sprayed across the wall as the man flew back, skull cracking against the wall.
The second tried to run. Satoru caught him by the back of the neck and slammed him face first into the floor. Once, twice, three times. Each impact wetter than the last.
“You dared poison my wife. My child.” His voice cracked, but his grip didn’t. He twisted the man’s head with a sharp, brutal jerk. The body went limp.
The third elder, cowered in the corner. “G-Gojo-sama, please—mercy—”
Satoru laughed. It was a hollow, terrible sound. “Mercy?” He grabbed the elder by his robes and lifted him clean off the ground with one hand. “Did you show mercy when you mixed that poison into her food? When you killed my baby?”
He drove his fist into the man’s stomach. Once. The elder vomited blood. ribs shattered. on the third punch, something inside ruptured. Satoru dropped him like trash and stomped down on his throat until the gurgling stopped.
“You thought you could kill my wife and child and I would just let you breathe?”
When it was done, he dropped the bodies and stood there, chest heaving, hands dripping red.
It still wasn’t enough.
it didn’t stop when their hearts did.
He grabbed the corpse by the robes and slammed its head against the wooden floor again and again. The dull, wet thuds echoed through the silent room. When the head finally lolled uselessly, he stood and started kicking, savage, stomping kicks to the ribs, the stomach, the skull. Each impact sent the lifeless body jerking across the floor like a broken doll.
He burned every hideout. He hunted down the last two elders who had fled further. One he beat to death with his bare fists until his knuckles split and the man’s face was no longer recognizable.
Satoru looked down at their bodies.
“You took my future” he said quietly. “So I took yours.”
He was crying now, tears cutting clean lines through the blood on his face, but he didn’t stop. Not until his legs shook and his arms burned and the bodies were no longer recognizable as human.
the elders were gone, reduced to broken meat and shattered bones under the weight of a father’s grief and a husband’s rage.
Only then did the frenzy slowly ebb, leaving him standing in the middle of the carnage, breathing hard, covered head to toe in gore. His hands trembled. His eyes were wild and hollow.
It still wasn’t enough.
Nothing would ever be enough.
Satoru turned away from the slaughter, blood dripping from his fingertips, and began the long walk back to you.
Back to the only thing left that mattered.
...
Two weeks had passed, but time had stopped meaning anything.
The swelling in your stomach was entirely gone, leaving you hollow and painfully thin. You were a ghost haunting the corridors of the Gojo estate. You couldn't sleep anymore, the vast emptiness of the mattress only reminded you of the life that should have been growing between you. You didn't sleep. Instead, you spent the nights crying silently, when exhaustion finally claimed you for an hour, or wandering the dark halls barefoot, your toes numb against the cold wooden floors.
Satoru didn't sleep either. He couldn't wash the faint scent of copper from his skin for days, his eyes perpetually bloodshot, his white hair hanging limp and blocking his eyes. The rage that had consumed him hadn't died, it had turned inward, rotting him from the inside out. He watched you fade, unable to fix the one thing that mattered.
Then came the midnight when you couldn't breathe inside those walls anymore.
You ran barefoot, the sharp gravel of the estate path cutting into your soles, but you didn't care. You sprinted toward the black, glassy lake at the edge of the property, the cold wind whipping your hair across your face, your tears sideways.
Behind you, satoru was there in an instant, running right behind you, desperately, his own face tracked with tears he hadn't stopped shedding for days, bleeding through his nails, a consequence of his prior actions.
"Hime! Please, stop! Please!" he begged, his voice cracking, a sound so utterly pathetic it didn't belong to the strongest sorcerer alive.
You stopped at the edge of the water, the wet sand squelching between your bare toes. You spun around to face him, your chest heaving, your eyes wild and bloodshot.
"What did I ever do wrong in my life to deserve this?!" you screamed into the night air, your voice tearing at your throat. "What did I do, Satoru?! Tell me!"
Satoru came forward, closing the distance, and threw his arms around you. He pulled you against his chest, hugging you so tight it hurt, his body shaking with quiet cries.
"Nothing, hime. You did nothing wrong. I’m here. I’ve got you" he choked out, his lips pressing against your hair.
But the grief was a wild, poisonous animal, and it needed someone to tear apart. You pushed at his chest, your hands digging into his clothes, your voice turning sharp, laced with a bitter, agonizing venom.
"It’s you" you sobbed, looking up at him through a blurred screen of tears.
"All of this started after I married you! You’ve caused nothing but pain in my life! I wasn't ready, Satoru! I told you I wasn't ready for a baby, and you convinced me! you told me we’d be safe, you told me you were the strongest!"
Each word was a physical blow. He let the words hit him, let them cut him to pieces, because in the corners of his mind, he had already been thinking the exact same thing.
He remembered the cursed old proverb, a woman's loss is always caused by the men they love. It was true. His absolute strength was a curse that had bled into you. And you loved him more than life itself.
"I'm sorry" he wept frantically, his voice a broken whisper as he leaned down, his lips moving blindly over your face. He kissed your forehead, your wet eyelids, your cheeks, chasing your skin even as you twisted your face away in bitter anger, sobbing and fighting his touch.
He was losing his mind, his brain firing in panic with only one directive, keep her safe, keep her sane, fix this, fix her... "I'm so sorry, my love. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."
Suddenly, your eyes widen, leaving only a terrifying, gaping void. You stopped thrashing. You just stared at him, your hands falling limp against his chest. For a whole minute, the only sound was the lap of the lake water against the shore and Satoru’s ragged breathing.
Then, a fresh wave of violent sobs broke through you. You reached up, your trembling hands roughly grabbing his face, cupping his jaw, smeared with the sand from your own fingers.
"I'm so sorry" you sobbed, terrified of your own grief. your voice cracking with a desperate horror at your own words. "I didn't mean it! Satoru, I didn't mean any of it, oh god, I'm so sorry—"
"No" Satoru interrupted, his blue eyes overflowing with tears, staring down at you with an expression of pure, agonizing defeat. "You're right. It’s my fault, hime. It’s all my fault. I should have protected you. I should have killed them the moment they looked at you. I brought you into this filth."
"No!" you shrieked, squeezing his face, shaking him violently. "Stop it! It's not your fault! Everything beautiful in my life has come only because of you! Don't you dare say that!"
"It's not true" he cried out, he's incapable of bringing anything beautiful with him. "I’ve only ruined your life! All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, but I bound you to me, and now you're miserable! All because of me!"
"No, that's not it!" you sobbed, your knees buckling completely. "It's my fault! It's my fault in the first place! I should have been more careful with what I ate, I should have known, I should have—"
"It is not your fault!" Satoru shouted, catching your waist as you both collapsed into the sand. He frantically pulled his long sleeves over his hands, using the fabric to violently, desperately wipe the tears and the sand from your face.
He saw a smudge of the blood from his hands transfer to your shirt and he lost control, frantically scrubbing at your clothes, his breathing hitching. No more of his filth on you. Never again, never.
"You couldn't have known, sweetheart. But I have these goddamn eyes! I should have known! I should have taken care of you!"
The two of you were on your knees now, sinking into the wet shore. Satoru’s hair blocked his face, sand sticking to his wet cheeks.
"It's my fault" Satoru whispered, his forehead dropping to touch yours. "I shouldn't have married you. If I had just left you alone, you'd be safe. You'd have a family. You wouldn't be hurting like this."
CRACK.
The sound echoed over the quiet lake.
You had struck him. You had slapped him so hard, with every single ounce of desperate, terrified strength left in your frail body, that his head snapped to the side. the sheer force of the impact caused the pressure in his ear to spike, a thin trickle of dark blood immediately starting to leak down his lobe. Your palm burned like fire, turning a brilliant, angry red.
You collided backward into the sand, your fists slamming into the wet earth, clenching it, the wetness cooling your hand, kicking up grains that stuck to your skin and clothes. Your eyes were blood red, your chest heaving violently.
"Don't you say that!" you screamed, your voice hoarse, raw, and trembling. "Don't you ever dare say that!!!!"
Then, the anger shattered into a fragile, terrifying panic. You stopped breathing, your gaze fixing on the blood dripping from his ear, then rising to his wide, shocked blue eyes.
I've only ever hurt him
"Is it true?" you whispered, your voice suddenly so small, so broken. "Do you... do you wish you never married me?"
Satoru’s head was spinning from the strike, the physical disorientation matching the emotional wreckage inside him, the blood dripping down his neck. But his immediate reaction wasn't anger.
He lunged forward through the sand, throwing his upper body over yours, crushing you into the shore as he wrapped his arms around you in a bruising, iron grip, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his blood smearing against your collarbone.
"No, love, no. god, no." he wept openly, his body heaving against yours as the two of you lay tangled in the sand. "Never. You're the best thing to have ever happened to me. You're the only good thing I have. The only thing that’s ever made sense in this cursed world. I’m sorry... I'm so sorry, my girl, my sweet girl..."
Your fists, still buried in the sand, slowly unclenched. You brought your slippery, sand streken hands up around his neck tightly, holding onto his trembling shoulders.
There, on the dark, freezing shore, beneath the indifferent stars, the strongest sorcerer and his hollowed out wife held each other as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Slowly, the sobs screams turned into ragged whimpers, and the whimpers turned into a heavy, suffocating exhaustion. Wrapped in each other's arms, drenched in sweat, tears, blood and sand, you both finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion, anchored to the earth only by the tight, bruising grip of each other's hands.
clan leader!Gojo Satoru x reader
the 'elders' lay their hands on you.
...
everytime you look at his footwear, you remember the first time you ever tried cleaning them.
“Sweetheart” Gojo Satoru’s voice rolled like summer thunder, low and indulgent. “What did I say about touching those?”
You looked up, after two months of marriage, the sight of him stole your breath. his eyes, glowing softly in the daylight. The haori of the clan head rested over his broad shoulders, the fabric whispering as he crouched before you.
“I was only going to wipe the dust” you murmured, cheeks warming. “You have the elders’ meeting after breakfast, and—”
“And nothing.” His large hands, hands that had ended curses with casual flicks, gently took the cloth from you. He lifted your chin with two fingers, thumb brushing your lower lip.
“The only thing these hands should be doing is resting on my chest while I kiss you senseless.”
Before you could protest, he rose, pulling you up with him as if you weighed nothing. In one smooth motion he swept you into his arms, carrying you back inside the main house. The servants bowed and vanished around corners. they had long grown used to their lord’s open affection.
...
the elders were already gathered. You moved to serve tea, old habit, but Satoru’s hand caught yours.
“Sit” he said simply, guiding you to the cushion beside his own.
The elders’ eyes widened when he asked them to pour thier own tea. One elder, an old man with a face like weathered stone, cleared his throat.
“You should not be idle, daughter” Elder Haruto intoned, sipping his tea while his gaze flicked disapprovingly to the way Satoru lounged nearby, one hand resting possessively on your knee. “The floors must be polished. The lord’s footwear cleaned and set properly. A wife’s hands are never still, child or no.”
“Her hands will rest when I say they rest.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If the floors need polishing, the servants will handle it. As for my geta—” He glanced at the wooden sandals by the door, the ones you had never been allowed to touch, even before you were pregnant, “—I never let her near them. Why would I start now?”
“My lord… the lady is perfectly capable of light duties, tradi—”
“Tradition? now observing education for higher students is enough work for her.” Satoru cut in, voice pleasant yet edged with Infinity’s chill, “She worked herself to exhaustion at home before I wed her. I will not allow it now.” He glanced at you, eyes warm. “Besides… I like doing things for her.”
You stared at him again, long, unblinking.
The elder looked displeased, but said nothing more.
...
It happened on the third afternoon of his absence. The sky hung heavy with late spring clouds, and the air inside the main hall smelled of aged wood and incense. You were kneeling by the low table, arranging fresh white camellias and pine branches, when elder Haruto and two others entered without announcement.
“Daughter in law of the Gojo house” Haruto began, his voice like dry leaves scraping stone. His gaze flicked to your middle with clear disdain.
“Carrying the heir does not exempt you from your duties. It is a wife’s role to maintain the household’s dignity. Do not think your condition makes you special.”
Tradition bound you, as a non sorcerer brought into the clan through marriage, your place was one of service and quiet strength. Defiance against the elders could ripple through the entire household.
“But… my husband said—”
“His indulgence is temporary,” another elder cut in sharply. “The child is not yet born. Clean them, thoroughly.”
A servant boy hovered anxiously nearby, eyes wide with worry, but he dared not intervene.
...
The sliding shoji screens of the estate did not merely open, they rattled on their wooden tracks, vibrating with the sheer force of the cursed energy bleeding off Satoru as he stepped into the main pavilion.
The air in the compound always grew heavier when the clan head returned, but tonight, it felt suffocating. It tasted of ozone and impending lightning.
You were already asleep in the main room, exhausted from a day that had fractured your spirit far more than your body. Beneath the heavy, silk futon, your hand rested protectively over the slight swell of your belly, a few months along, still delicate, a fragile miracle you and Satoru had wept over in the privacy of your quarters.
Satoru shed his haori, his six eyes instantly cataloging the state of the house. He had been gone for three days on an emergency deployment in the north. Three days too long.
"Gojo sama."
A small, breathless voice broke the silence of the corridor. It was a servant boy whose family had served Satoru’s personal branch for generations. The boy was with some information.
Satoru paused.
"Tatsuya" he murmured, his voice deceptively low. "Why are you still up? And why does the courtyard smell like damp earth?"
Tatsuya swallowed hard, looking toward the closed doors of your bedroom before continuing. "While you were away... the council of elders called upon the lady."
Satoru’s posture didn't change, but the ambient temperature seemed to drop. "Did they?"
"They... they claimed she was becoming arrogant. They said a housewife of the Gojo clan must know her place, less she 'grow into her mind' and believe herself above the bloodline." Tatsuya’s voice hitched. "They dragged her to the northern wash-basin. They forced her to clean the clan’s formal geta and zori. With the well water."
The silence that followed was absolute. Not even the crickets in the garden dared to make a sound.
"They forced her?" Satoru repeated. The words were quiet, but they carried the weight of a collapsing star.
"She refused at first, reminding them of her condition," Tatsuya whispered, tears leaking onto the floorboards. "But Elder Ogi... he grabbed her arm. He forced her down to her knees on the stone path. She tripped. Her knee... her knee was scraped. She spent three hours in the cold, scrubbing their filth. She asked them to let her rest, but they told her she needed to be 'disciplined'."
Satoru didn't say another word, nor did he storm off. He simply vanished from the hallway, leaving behind a draft of freezing air.
In the dimly lit inner sanctuary of the estate, three of the clan’s oldest elders sat around a low table, sipping roasted green tea. They were discussing the upcoming seasonal rituals, completely self assured in their ancient, stagnant authority.
The heavy oak doors of the sanctuary didn't just open, they shattered inward, exploding into wooden splinters that embedded themselves into the priceless hanging scrolls on the walls.
The elders scrambled backward, but before they could even draw a breath to protest, Satoru was there.
He didn't use Limitless to crush them from afar. This required the brutal, visceral reality of his bare hands.
"What" he begins, voice deceptively soft, "in the name of all the ancestors, possessed you to order my pregnant wife to wash filth?"
"Satoru! What is the meaning of—"
Ogi, the eldest among them, didn't get to finish his sentence. Satoru lunged forward, his movement a blur of lethal grace. He grabbed Ogi’s right wrist and twisted.
A sickening, wet pop echoed through the room as the bones in Ogi's wrist shattered under Satoru's grip. The old man screamed, a high, reedy sound of pure agony, as Satoru slammed him face first onto the tatami mats.
"You touched her" Satoru whispered. The sound of his voice was worse than any shout. It was dead. Completely devoid of the playful sorcerer they thought they could manage.
Satoru brought his heavy, geta down directly onto Ogi’s outstretched hand, grinding his heel into the old man's knuckles. The sound of fracturing finger bones filled the room. Ogi choked on his own vomit, pinning himself to the floor under the immense, crushing weight of Satoru’s physical strength.
"Satoru! Step back! This is a violation of clan law! She is a woman! She must be disciplined to understand the weight of the Gojo name!" another elder shrieked, his hands shaking as he tried to form a cursed technique sign.
Satoru turned his head, his brilliant blue eyes glowing with a terrifying, unhinged light in the shadows. He had never been this angry in his entire life.
"Disciplined?" Satoru's voice rose, vibrating with a rage that made the very foundations of the estate groan. "You dynamic pieces of garbage. You dare talk about discipline to me? About my wife?"
He stepped off Ogi, leaving the old man weeping into the ruined tatami, and advanced on the second elder.
"I don't let her touch a single piece of anything when she is perfectly healthy" Satoru snarled, the raw emotion finally breaking through his terrifying calm.
"the servants wash my damn boots. I carry her across the courtyard when the gravel is too sharp. And you... you useless, disgusting, vile, rotting fossils... you dragged my pregnant woman out into the cold? To scrub your filth? Her knee bleeds because of your exclusive skill of not using a brain"
He grabbed the second elder by the front of his expensive silk kimono, lifting the grown man entirely off the ground with one hand.
"She is the future of this entire fucking world, and you risked her safety—you risked my child—because your fragile, pathetic egos were threatened by her existence?!" Satoru roared, his voice shaking the roof tiles.
"She will think she's the best of all? She is the best of all! She is mine! Which makes her untouchable to the likes of you!"
He threw the elder across the room, smashing him into a heavy wooden cabinet that collapsed under the impact.
"Satoru... the--the hierarchy... her place-" the third elder stammered, backing into the corner, clutching his prayer beads as if they could save him from a god.
“Her place?” The air crackled. “Her place is to be cherished. To be protected. I have torn apart special grade curses with less effort than it takes me to tolerate your outdated nonsense. You dare speak to my wife as if she is a common servant? As if the life she nurtures is insignificant?”
Satoru stood in the center of the ruined room, his breathing heavy, his chest heaving under his clothes. The sheer pressure of his cursed energy was cracking the plaster on the walls. He looked down at them with a disgust so profound it was sickening.
"Listen to me very carefully" Satoru said, his voice dropping back to a lethal, quiet hiss. "Tradition dies when it threatens what is mine."
"I have never asked her to perform such tasks. Not once. Not before she carried my child, and certainly not now. Do you have any idea what pregnancy entails? The strain? The risk? My wife is not a servant. She is the heart of this clan. She carries the future."
His voice rises, never before this uncontrolled. "You forced her to kneel by a basin while I was away securing this clan's power? While she should be resting, being cared for? If any of you so much as suggest she lift a finger for menial labor again, I will personally ensure your retirement is... permanent. and I will remind you exactly why I am the clan head. Not because of bloodlines or dusty customs. Because I am the strongest. And I will not hesitate to make examples.”
He stepped closer, his shadow engulfing the final elder, deciding it was enough.
"Get out. All of you. Pack your robes, your tea sets, and your useless books, and fuck yourselves out of my estate before the sun rises. If I see a single one of your faces within the clan boundaries tomorrow morning, I won't just break your hands. I will erase your entire branches from the registry. Try me. See if the jujutsu authorities can stop me."
None of them doubted him. The strongest sorcerer in the world was standing before them, completely unhinged. They nodded frantically, Ogi clutching his ruined arm as they dragged themselves out of the room, terrified for their very lives, knowing the strongest's word was law, and his wrath absolute.
The slide of the shoji screen was a mere sigh in the quiet night, a soft friction of wood on wood. The moment Satoru crossed the threshold into the master bedroom, the terrifying, static heavy aura of his rage dissolved entirely, locked away behind the absolute precision of his control. He didn't want even a stray spark of his cursed energy to disrupt your sleep.
The room smelled of sweet tatami, dried lavender, and the faint, bitter tang of the medicinal salve Tatsuya had helped you apply.
Satoru shed his socks, his bare feet sinking into the woven mats as he approached the futon with agonizing care. He knelt beside you, the sheer size of his frame casting a protective shadow over your sleeping form. Without his blindfold, his six eyes tracked every rhythm of your breathing, noting the slight, tense line between your brows even in slumber.
You stirred, your senses waking up before your eyes did. The air in the room suddenly grew warmer, sweeter, thick with the distinct, dizzying scent of him.
"Satoru...?" you mumbled, your voice heavy and thick with sleep. You began to shift, your palms pressing into the futon to push yourself up, but a large, impossibly warm hand slid over your shoulder, gently anchoring you down.
"Shh... stay down, hime" he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp against the quiet of the room. "Don't get up for me. Never get up for me."
He slid under the heavy silk duvet, but he didn't pull you into his arms just yet. Instead, he worked his way down to the foot of the futon. His touch was feather light as he peeled back the edge of the blanket, exposing your bare legs to the cool night air.
Your heart pinched, a sudden flush of anxiety warming your cheeks. You remembered the heavy, frozen stone of the northern wash basin, the harsh, disapproving glares of the elders, the way the coarse bristles of the brush had scraped against your skin. You had desperately wanted to hide it from him, to spare him the headache of clan politics when he already carried the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.
But Satoru was already staring at your right knee. The neat, white bandage Tatsuya had carefully wrapped was stark against your skin.
A tiny, involuntary tremor ran through Satoru’s hands. The very fingers that had just shattered bones and ground old men's knuckles into dust were now trembling with a terrifying fragility as he slid his palms beneath your calf, lifting your leg just an inch to cradle it against his chest.
He leaned down, his silver hair spilling over your skin like silk. He didn't just look, he pressed his lips gently against the side of your knee, just beside the gauze, kissing the uninjured skin with a soft, lingering reverence. Then, his lips tracked a slow, agonizingly tender path up your thigh, his breath hot against your skin.
"I'm sorry" he murmured, his forehead resting against your thigh as his voice cracked, raw and bleeding with a guilt he couldn't hide. "I'm so sorry I left you alone. I'm so sorry I wasn't here, sweetness."
The sheer vulnerability in his tone made your throat tight. You reached down, your fingers weaving into the thick, ridiculously soft tufts of his white hair, gently tugging until he shifted upward. He crawled back up the length of your body, sliding his frame beneath the covers until he was flush against you.
"It's okay" you whispered, your thumb catching a stray tear that threatened to spill from the corner of his brilliant, crystalline eyes. "It's just a little scrape, Satoru. Truly. They... they just wanted me to learn the household duties. They said it was tradition for the women of the house. I just didn't want to cause trouble for you."
Satoru let out a ragged, shaky breath that stuttered against your collarbone. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his nose scenting your skin, inhaling you as if he were a starving man. His lips pressed a frantic, hot sequence of kisses along your jaw, up to your cheek, and finally against your lips, a soft, bruising, desperate kiss that tasted of a possessiveness so deep it bordered on worship.
His large hands slid down your back, molding your spine to his chest, before one palm found its permanent home, flat and warm against the slight, delicate swell of your belly. His fingers splayed wide over your abdomen, a protective shield of flesh and boundless power.
"You don't have duties to anyone but yourself" Satoru swore against your lips, his chest heaving as his heart thudded rapidly, a frantic, wild rhythm against your own ribs. He pulled you so close you could barely tell where your body ended and his began. "You are the lady of this house. My lady. You don't bow to anyone, you don't clean for anyone, and you don't break yourself for their rotting ideas of tradition."
He kissed the crown of your head, his hand on your stomach gently rubbing in tiny, soothing circles, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your sleepwear.
"Let them talk. Let them rot" he whispered, his voice turning dark for a fraction of a second before softening as he pressed another kiss to your eyelid. "You just stay safe. Stay soft and warm right here. Let me handle the rest. Please, hime... just stay safe for me."
You smiled softly in the dark, your senses clouded by his immense, radiating warmth and the intoxicating rhythm of his breathing. You let your eyes close, completely melting into him, entirely unaware of the bloodied, broken elders currently packing their things in the dead of night, fleeing the estate in absolute terror.
You didn't need to know. As Satoru tightened his arms around you, pulling the duvet up to your chins and burying his face back into your hair, he held you like you were the only piece of reality that mattered in the universe.
And as his thumb continued to trace slow, adoring lines over your belly, you knew that to him, you absolutely were.
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pairing! husband! jin itadori x black! wife! fem! reader
summary! where your hubby surprises you for juneteenth as he should. 🤠
cw's! lots of fluff, suggestive at the end, sfw
a\n('s)! just a cute lil drabble for my mans jin itadori 😝🤪 this was supposed to be released on juneteenth but i got busy <\3 but this is everyone who's black, my special gift to you 🫶🏽 i love y'all sm! happy (late) juneteenth mwahhh!
your day at work sucked as usual. customers constantly coming in, constantly asking you questions, managers giving you their ass to kiss, papers piling up every time you thought you had a break. you practically jumped off your chair the minute your shift was over. sure, it's the weekend, so your hours were shorter, but damn you were so tired. you'd been working long nights all week and barely had the time to rest.
and, on top of that, you didn't get to spend much time with your (housewife) hubby, jin. itadori. god, you missed him so much, more than words can explain. matter of fact, you were speeding home just to get home.
he didn't make it much easier either. video calls during your lunch hour filled with endless loving conversations between the two of you, (spam) cherishing messages from him, and lots of voice messages between the two of you.
you had to admit though, he was being extra lovey dovey today, you wondered why. it's not like you were complaining though.
you soon made it home, minutes after sending him an 'i'll be home soon, i love you baby' right when you left work, which you know probably concerned him but you made it back home safely that's all that matters.
you walked up to the front door, and grabbed your keys, forgetting that you didn't have to unlock the door yourself, stepping inside once you unlocked it. though, you were met with the most endearing sight.
red and pink heart balloons filled the living room, red confetti scattered across the room and a sweet aroma filled your nose. there your husband was in front of you, a big cake in front of him with a candle beside it. "happy juneteenth baby" he says with the biggest smile on his face.
you were surprised, shocked, in awe? you were overwhelmed with so many emotions and you couldn't contain your smile with tears in your eyes, happy tears. you immediately jumped into his arms. "baby...this is so sweet"
jin's fingers wrapped around you, resting on your plump thighs, squeezing them ever so gently. "i wanted to make this day special for you, i know hoe important this day is to you, your family, and many others and i wanted to show you how much i appreciate you and telling me so much about your history" he responds, placing soft kisses along your nose, to your cheek, and down to your breasts where you let out a small cheeky giggle.
his fingers brushed against your smooth skin, holding you in a firm but gentle embrace treating you as if you were a delicate flower, which you were to him. he loved every part of you, and he wad going to show you judt how much.
he enveloped your lips in a warm kiss, humming at your sweet taste where his fingers traveled up to your ass, squeezing it. you returned the kiss eagerly, your fingers cupping his face, a soft moan leaving your lips. a sound jin loved so much, but he wanted to save your shared freakiness later.
"don't want your cake to go to waste now do you?" he murmured, biting your lip gently with a playful edge., "we'll save the best part for later"
you swore you felt something wet leak down your leg.
credits ! @cafekitsune @anitalenia for dividers used! all credits to orig owners for photos used in header!
notes ! tyy for reading! this is just a cute small drabble i wrote in honor of juneteenth, which is very special to me. remember it's not just a 'holiday.' ily all! mwah mwah sorry this is so late fr and sorry for any typos </3
