Blueberry

🩵Ririka Morrow, she/her, 19, 🇺🇸🇯🇵🩵

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MASTERLIST

MULTI

Cuddling Headcanons

Sleeping With Him

Kissing Headcanons

Kissing Your Neck, But It's Sensitive

Attacking Him With Kisses

Puppy Sitting

SORCERERS

YUJI ITADORI

Rest

CURSED SPIRITS

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HALF-CURSED SPIRITS

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I write for most male characters + Nobara, Maki and Shoko

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SLEEPING WITH HIM

requested by myself! hope you'll like it!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

SATORU GOJO

• The moment he steps into the bedroom with you, Infinity is off. He craves the direct friction of your skin against his, the warmth of your hand, and the weight of your body. He’s spent so much of his life being untouchable, so being able to actually feel you is his greatest luxury

• Satoru is a "limbs everywhere" kind of sleeper. He will drape his legs over yours and arms across your waist. He likes the feeling of being anchored. Without you, he feels like he’s floating away

• Satoru absolutely has nightmares. They usually involve traumatic events from his life, or the feeling of you slipping away

• When a nightmare jolts him awake, his hand immediately goes to you. He needs to feel your pulse to remind himself he isn't back in his darker days. The second he confirms you’re there, he’ll collapse back onto you, hiding his face in your neck

• He talks in his sleep, but it’s rarely about missions. It’s usually about sweets. You’ll hear him mutter, "No, Suguru... the strawberry one is mine..." or "Add more whipped cream!" (it’s soooo cute and adorable!!!!!)

• Before drifting off, he loves to have his hair played with (his hair is probably so soft🤗, no one can convince me otherwise). If you stop, he’ll nudge your hand back into his white locks like a stubborn cat

• He’s a furnace. Even in the dead of winter, he gives off an incredible amount of heat. You’ll never need a heater as long as he’s there

• If you try to get up to go drink some water or something in the middle of the night, he will subconsciously tighten his grip on you. He’ll pull you back into his chest with a whine, completely dead to the world

• He wakes up at 100% capacity. The moment his eyes open, he’s poking your cheek, whispering jokes, and trying to get you to wake up so you can go get breakfast with him

• On nights when he can't sleep (which is often), he’ll just lay there and watch you sleep for hours. He finds the rhythm of your heartbeat more fascinating than anything

• He always tries to merge with you. He wants cuddles or just any other type of affection (AND ATTENTION)

SUGURU GETO

• He sleeps with his hair down, and it gets everywhere. You’ll often wake up with his locks draped over your face. He thinks it’s funny and will gently tuck it behind your ear while you're still half-asleep

• He loves to sleep facing you. He likes to feel your breath on his skin

• While he’s usually the protector, on his bad days, he wants to be held. He’ll curl up and let you wrap your arms around him, burying his face in your chest like he’s trying to hide from the world

• He says your name in his sleep. Just your name, over and over, like a prayer or a mantra. It’s deeply endearing and a little bit heartbreaking

• He’s very sensitive to how you smell. He’ll nuzzle into the crook of your neck and stay there all night. He says your scent cleanses the taste of curses from his mind

• He is not a morning person. He’ll stay in bed as long as possible, pulling the covers over both of your heads to create a dark, warm cocoon

• He likes to interlace his fingers with yours while you sleep. Even if you move, his hand stays locked with yours

• If you can’t sleep, he’ll get up and make tea for both of you, sitting in the dark and talking about nothing until you’re tired again

• If you kick the blankets off, he’ll wake up immediately and tuck you back in, making sure you’re perfectly covered before falling back asleep

KENTO NANAMI

• Nanami has a set bedtime. He brushes his teeth, moisturizes, and lays down at the same time every night. Sleeping with him feels incredibly stable, you know exactly what to expect

• He isn't as clingy as Gojo, but he likes contact. He’ll usually keep one firm arm around your waist or hold your hand tightly against his chest. He likes to feel the steady pulse in your wrist

• He's as silent as a grave when he sleeps. Sometimes it’s a little unnerving because he barely moves. He wakes up in the exact same position he fell asleep in

• He always makes sure you have a warm clothes to sleep or a robe nearby so you don't get cold

• Sometimes, right before he drifts off, when the lights are out and his guard is completely down, he’ll whisper things he’d never say during the day. "I'm glad you're always here," or "Today was hard, but this is worth it"

• He wakes up before the sun. He tries to be as quiet as possible so you can keep sleeping, but you’ll usually wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of him ironing his shirt or something like that

• If he’s particularly stressed, he’ll ask you to just lay your head on his chest. The sound of your breathing is the only thing that can lower his blood pressure after a bad day at work

• He absolutely hates it when you put your cold feet on him, but he’ll just sigh, mutter something under his breath, and then wrap his warm legs around yours anyway

• Every night, without fail, he presses a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead before saying goodnight. It’s his silent promise that he’ll see you in the morning

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

• He starts the night on his side of the bed, very proper and distant. By 3:00 AM, he is completely draped over you, his head resting on your shoulder

• Sometimes, if you can’t sleep, he’ll use his cursed technique to make small, harmless shadow rabbits jump across the ceiling to distract you

• His nightmares are about Tsumiki or his past overall. He’ll wake up with a gasp, his hands shaking. He won't say anything, but he’ll pull you into a bone-crushing hug and won't let go for a long time

• If you wake him up, he’s incredibly grumpy. He’ll groan, hide his face in a pillow, and refuse to move until you kiss him or promise him coffee

• He doesn't really say words. He just makes small, soft sounds (sighs or hums) whenever you shift or touch him. He likes to keep one hand on your hip or your waist

• His hair is a total disaster in the morning. It’s even spikier than usual, and he looks so cute and disheveled that you can't help but laugh, which makes him pout

• Since he can't really control what he does in his sleep, he is an accidental blanket thief. He’ll roll over and take the whole duvet with him. You have to literally roll him back over to get your share

• He loves to rest his chin on top of your head if you’re the small spoon. He likes the way your hair smells

• The moment he lays down next to you, he lets out this huge, soul-deep sigh. It’s the sound of him finally feeling safe enough to let his guard down

YUJI ITADORI

• Yuji wants 100% skin contact. He’ll wrap his arms and legs around you, basically acting as a human backpack. He is incredibly warm

• He loves to sleep with his ear pressed against your chest. He says the sound of your heart helps him block out the noise inside his own head (and Sukuna)

• On the rare nights when Sukuna is quiet, Yuji sleeps like a log. You could set off a firework and he wouldn't wake up

• He talks, laughs, and even kicks in his sleep. You’ll hear him shouting totally random things like "Nice save, Todo!" or "More popcorn!"

• He’s a bit of a messy sleeper. You might wake up with a damp spot on your shoulder from him drooling, but he looks so peaceful you can't even be mad

• He wakes up with a giant grin. He’ll pepper your face with good morning kisses until you're forced to wake up and laugh

• He treats you like something precious. He’ll spend five minutes making sure you’re perfectly bundled in the blankets before he gets in

• Everything about the way Yuji sleeps screams devotion. He looks at you right before he closes his eyes like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him (and honestly you are)

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REST

Yuji Itadori x fem!sorcerer!reader

requested by🪼hope you'll like it!

THIS WAS REQUESTED FOR EITHER YUJI OR MAKI SO LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS IF YOU WANT TO SEE MAKI VERSION TOO!

summary: You want to be strong so you practice without rest. Yuji finally stops you and reminds you that rest is mandatory

The air in the Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds was thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth. It was well past the hour when the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the field illuminated only by the harsh, flickering overhead floodlights.

Thud. Crack. Gasp.

You were a mess. Your knuckles were raw, the skin split across the joints, and your uniform was damp with a mixture of sweat and the evening dew. Your cursed energy was flickering—not because you lacked it, but because your body was too exhausted to act as a proper conductor anymore.

You lunged at the training dummy again, a jagged spark of energy dancing at your fingertips, but your foot caught on the edge of a divot in the dirt.

You didn't fall. Not quite. Because a pair of heavy, warm hands caught you by the waist before your knees could hit the gravel. "Okay, that’s it. Physical intervention time."

Yuji’s voice wasn't his usual sunny, boisterous tone. It was lower, steady, and carried a weight of concern that made you go still.

He didn't let go of your waist. Instead, he stepped around to face you, his brow furrowed as he looked at the state of you.

"I’m not done, Yuji," you panted, your chest heaving. You tried to pull away, your eyes fixed on the dummy. "If I can’t hold the output for at least ten minutes, I’m useless in a real fight. I need to go again."

"You can't go again if you can't even stand up straight, Y/N," Yuji countered gently.

He reached up, his thumb brushing a smudge of dirt off your cheek. His touch was so startlingly soft compared to the violence of your training that it made your throat ache. "You’re shaking. Look at your hands."

You looked down. Your fingers were trembling uncontrollably, a fine motor tremor brought on by sheer physical overexertion. "It doesn't matter. I have to be stronger. I have to be able to protect others."

Yuji sighed, a sound that seemed to deflate some of the frantic energy in your chest. He moved one hand from your waist to the back of your head, gently forcing you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. He smelled like laundry detergent and safety.

"I know you want to be strong," he whispered into your hair. "And you are strong. But being a sorcerer isn't just about how hard you can hit or how long you can burn your energy. It’s about knowing when the tool is about to break."

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. The floodlights cast deep shadows across his face, highlighting the scars and the seriousness of his expression. "If you break yourself here, on a training field, you aren't helping anyone. Rest isn't a reward for being strong, baby. It’s a requirement. It’s part of the training."

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that Sukuna’s vessel didn't understand what it was like to be "normal" and have to fight for every scrap of power, but the look in his eyes stopped you.

It wasn't pity. It was a deep, soul-weary understanding. He knew what it was like to push until there was nothing left.

"Come on," he said, hooking an arm under your knees and another behind your back. Before you could protest, he hoisted you up in a bridal carry.

"Yuji! Put me down, I can walk!"

"Nope. Legs are officially off-duty," he chirped, some of his usual playfulness returning now that he had successfully hijacked your training session.

He began walking toward the dorms, his stride effortless despite your weight in his arms. "We’re going to your room. I’m going to make sure you actually wash those scrapes, and then we’re going to sit on your bed and watch that movie you've been wanting to see."

"I have stuff to do—"

"I’ll do them for you while you eat the snacks I hid in my hoodie," he interrupted, nudging your head back onto his shoulder with his chin.

As he carried you through the quiet halls of the school, the adrenaline finally began to ebb away, replaced by a crushing, heavy fatigue. You found yourself tucking your face into the crook of his neck, your breathing finally evening out.

"Yuji?" you murmured, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

You felt him squeeze you a little tighter, his heart beating a steady, rhythmic thrum against your side. "Don't thank me. Just promise me that tomorrow you'll rest. If I see you at the gym before noon, I’m telling Gojo-sensei you’ve volunteered to help him pick out new mochi flavours."

You let out a weak, genuine laugh. "You wouldn't."

"Try me," he teased, though he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple as he reached your door. "Now, let's get you some rest. You've done enough for today. More than enough."

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PUPPY SITTING

requested by @unknownficenjoyer hope you'll like it!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

SATORU GOJO

Satoru warped directly into your living room, arms laden with a box of limited edition pastries and a smug grin plastered on his face. "Guess who’s here to save you from a boring Saturday—"

He stopped mid-stride. You weren't on the couch waiting for him. You were on the floor, flat on your back, with a tiny puppy standing directly on your chest. It was currently trying to "hunt" your chin, and you were giggling so hard you didn't even see Satoru arrive.

"What is this?" Satoru asked, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes zoomed in on the creature. "Why is there a sentient marshmallow occupying my favorite spot? And why is it... chewing on your hair?"

"Satoru, shh! It just settled down!" you whispered, trying to keep your head still. "It has terrible separation anxiety. If I move, he’ll scream the house down."

Gojo pouted, a truly dramatic expression that could be seen even with his blindfold on. He sat on the floor a few feet away, crossing his legs. "So, let me get this straight. I, Satoru Gojo, have been replaced by something that looks like it could be defeated by a stiff breeze?"

He leaned in, his face inches from the puppy's. The animal stopped chewing your hair and let out a tiny, high-pitched yip at the man.

Satoru gasped. "Did you hear that? It just threatened me!"

Despite his complaining, Gojo reached out a single finger, patting the puppy's head. "Fine. If you can’t move, I’ll just have to join the pile."

He laid down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and effectively trapping you between himself and a tiny dog.

"But for the record," he whispered, "I'm still the most loved one here!"

KENTO NANAMI

Nanami arrived at your apartment at exactly 6:00 PM, his tie already loosened. He was looking forward to a quiet dinner. When you opened the door, he didn't see your face first. He saw a puppy peering through your legs.

"I see we have a guest," Nanami noted, his voice calm despite the internal shift in his plans.

"He’s a foster!" you explained, looking a bit frazzled. "But Kento, he’s... he’s a lot. He won't let me out of his sight. I can't do anything."

As if to prove your point, the puppy let out a mournful, operatic howl because you had turned your head to talk to Nanami. The sound was so loud and despairing that Nanami actually winced. "That is... quite the vocal range for such a small organism."

He didn't miss a beat. He stepped inside, handed you his briefcase, and took off his vest. "Go sit on the sofa. I will finish the dinner."

"But Kento, you're tired—"

"I'm fine baby. The puppy is clearly suffering from a lack of attention," Nanami said, picking the howling creature up.

He tucked the puppy into the crook of his arm, where it looked like a tiny white smudge against his dress shirt. To your shock, the dog went silent instantly, mesmerized by the rhythmic ticking of Nanami’s watch.

Nanami headed into the kitchen, the puppy still tucked under his arm like a fuzzy accessory. "I will prepare the meal. You should rest too. We will address the separation issues after I finish this."

You watched him go, stunned that the dog you’d been struggling with for six hours had been successfully managed by Nanami in sixty seconds.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji kicked your door open expecting you to be on the couch so he could demand a snack. What he found was you sitting on the floor in the hallway, looking utterly defeated, with a puppy asleep on your feet.

"What is this?" he grunted, looking down at the fluff. "You get a new rug?"

"Toji, be quiet!" you whispered-yelled. "He finally fell asleep. If he wakes up and doesn't see me, he screams until he chokes."

Toji snorted, leaning against the doorframe. He looked at the tiny, fragile thing and then at you. "You’re being held hostage by a five-pound rat? That’s pathetic."

"It's not a rat! It's just sensitive!"

Toji walked over, his heavy boots thudding on the floor. You braced for the puppy to wake up and start the air-raid siren, but Toji just reached down, grabbed the dog by the scruff (gently obviously) and lifted him up. The puppy woke up, blinked at the massive, scarred man, and... wagged its tail.

"See? It likes me," Toji smirked.

He sat down on your couch, plopped the puppy onto his lap, and leaned back. The animal scrambled up his muscular chest and curled up right under his chin, perfectly content.

"There. Problem solved," Toji said, closing his eyes. "Go make me a sandwich while I keep this brat quiet."

He didn't move an inch, his hand resting protectively over the puppy's back, looking like the world's most dangerous, and oddly soft, bodyguard.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi had come over to bring you some tea and perhaps study in peace. He had the key you’d given him, and as he let himself in, he was met with an eerie silence.

Usually, you’d call out a greeting. Instead, he heard a frantic scritch-scritch-scritch on the hardwood.

He walked into the kitchen to find you frozen in place, holding a laundry basket mid-air. Attached to your ankle was a tiny, fuzzy ball of fur that was staring up at you with wide, watery eyes.

"Don't move," you whisper-yelled at Megumi. "If you make a sound, he’ll start the siren."

Megumi looked at the puppy, then at you. "What is it? Y/N, he’s barely bigger than my hand."

"He’s a Stage 5 Clinger, Megumi. I tried to go to the laundry room and he sounded like he was being haunted."

Megumi sighed, but he couldn't hide the way his gaze softened. He set the tea down and walked over, crouching low. He knew dogs. He didn't grab it, he just held out his hand. The puppy immediately abandoned your ankle to investigate Megumi’s fingers.

"You’re too tense," Megumi murmured, his voice low and soothing.

He scooped the puppy up and tucked it against his chest. The dog immediately let out a long sigh and fell asleep against his uniform.

Megumi looked up at you, his face slightly flushed. "I’ll hold him while you finish whatever it is you're doing."

He didn't mention that he was already thinking about which of his Shikigami would love your puppy more.

YUJI ITADORI

Yuji practically vibrated with excitement when you told him you were puppy-sitting. He showed up with a bag of dog treats and a squeaky toy, but the moment he stepped inside, he saw the reality of the situation.

You were sitting in the middle of the floor, and the puppy was currently "guarding" you by sitting on your feet and barking at the vacuum cleaner.

When the puppy saw Yuji, it let out a series of high-pitched, dramatic cries, unsure if this new human was a friend or a foe.

"Whoa! Hey there, little guy!" Yuji chirped, dropping to his knees.

"Yuji, be careful, he’s in a mood," you warned. "He won't let me move an inch."

Yuji’s eyes went wide with sympathy. He watched as you tried to shift your weight, and the puppy immediately started that heart-wrenching, despair-filled howl.

His bottom lip actually quivered. "Oh no... he’s so sad! He thinks you’re leaving forever!"

Yuji didn't try to take the puppy away. Instead, he crawled over and sat right next to you, shoulder-to-shoulder. "It’s okay, buddy! I'm here too! We’re all a pack now!"

The dog looked at Yuji, then at you, and decided that two humans were better than one. He crawled into the gap between your thigh and Yuji’s, letting out a satisfied huff.

Yuji beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and using his other hand to scratch the puppy's ears. "This is great! We can just stay like this all night. I’ll order pizza, and we can watch movies. No one has to leave the room, ever!"

He was so genuinely happy to be part of it all that you couldn't even be stressed anymore.

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KISSING HEADCANONS

requested by myself😜hope you'll like it!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

SATORU GOJO

• Satoru treats kissing like he treats everything else: he wants to be the best you’ve ever had. He’s theatrical, demanding, and incredibly addictive

• He’ll use his thumb to pull your bottom lip down slightly before leaning in, a gesture that is both incredibly gentle and subtly seductive

• He almost always tastes like sugar—expensive chocolate, mochi, or soda. It makes every kiss feel like a treat

• He’s notorious for kissing you right in the middle of your sentence, especially if you’re trying to scold him. It’s his favorite way to win an argument

• While kissing you, he’ll press your hands flat against his chest or his cheeks, wanting you to feel how fast his heart is racing for you

• He likes to drag his lips along your jawline to your ear, whispering something absolutely random just to hear you laugh

• He’ll give you a deep, lingering kiss right in front of the higher-ups or his students, enjoying the way it flusters everyone around (INCLUDING you)

• You can always feel him grinning while he kisses you. He’s genuinely having the time of his life whenever he’s close to you

• Sometimes the playfulness dies down. He’ll kiss you with a quiet, desperate intensity that reveals how much he actually needs you to keep him grounded

SUGURU GETO

• Kissing Suguru is respectful, deeply intimate, and carries a weight of "I will never let you go"

• He's a gentleman at heart. He’ll start by kissing your knuckles, then your wrist, moving up your arm until he finally reaches your face

• He often kisses your temples when you’re stressed, his hair falling around you like a private silk curtain

• When your lips finally meet, he lets out a long, shaky sigh, as if all the darkness of the world is finally being washed away

• He likes to kiss the shell of your ear before murmuring promises of protection or soft endearments in his smooth voice

• When he returns from a long trip, his kisses are hungry and lingering, as if he’s trying to memorize the taste of you all over again

• He loves it when you wrap your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. It makes him feel wanted in a way he can’t describe

• He always keeps his eyes closed. He wants to feel every single vibration and movement of your lips against his without any distractions

• His kisses often feel like a silent vow. There’s a certain gravity to them that makes you feel like the most important person in the history of the world

KENTO NANAMI

• Nanami is precise. He isn't into flashy displays, but his kisses are high-quality, firm, and leave you feeling completely cherished

• He gives you a ritualistic, firm kiss on the lips the second he steps through the door. It’s his way of clocking out of being a sorcerer

• He knows exactly what this does to you. He’ll use it as a silent "I love you" when he’s too tired to speak

• He’ll often kiss the corners of your mouth first, making you chase his lips until he finally gives in and kisses you fully

• He likes to hold your waist with both hands, pulling you flush against him so there’s absolutely no space left between your bodies

• He never rushes. He takes his time, exploring every curve of your lips with a deliberate, rhythmic pace that builds tension perfectly

• He’ll kiss you while he still tastes like dark roast coffee—warm, slightly bitter, and deeply comforting

• If you’ve done something to help him or take care of him, he’ll press a soft, rewarding kiss to your forehead followed by a deep one on your lips

• He might start with a stern expression, but the moment your lips touch, his face softens completely into a look of pure adoration

• When the world is chaotic, his kisses are solid. He kisses you to remind both of you that no matter what happens, you are his reality

CHOSO KAMO

• Choso’s kissing style is pure, raw emotion. He’s incredibly tactile and treats your lips like something miraculous

• He kisses you as if he needs your breath to survive. It’s intense, deep, and feels like a physical connection of your souls

• He almost always cups your face with both hands, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones as if he’s trying to memorize your bone structure

• He’ll kiss you all over—eyes, nose, cheeks—just to make sure you’re really there and really okay

• He loves to brush his nose against your cheek, finding the sensation of being that close to you fascinating

• Because he’s so sensitive to your reactions, if he feels you shiver, he’ll deepen the kiss immediately, encouraged by your response

• He doesn't like to break contact. Even when you both need to breathe, he’ll keep his lips pressed against yours, sharing the same air

• If you’re ever crying, he’ll kiss the tears away with a heartbreaking tenderness that shows his protective instincts

• He often kisses you in total silence, to the sound of your heartbeats. It’s his way of saying, "I am yours, forever"

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

• Megumi is all about subtle escalations. He starts small, but once he’s comfortable, he’s surprisingly bold

• He’ll be reading or looking at his phone, and you’ll poke him. He’ll lean over and give you a quick, soft peck without looking, but then linger for a second too long

• He loves to bury his face in your shoulder and kiss the skin there when he’s feeling shy or overwhelmed

• Sometimes he’ll bump his nose against yours before kissing you, a tiny, dorkier side of him he only shows you

• When you’re making fun of him, he’ll shut you up with a firm, sudden kiss that catches you completely off guard

• When he’s had a bad day, he’ll just press his lips to yours and stay there, not moving, just drawing strength from you

• He likes kissing your eyelids. It's a very soft, protective gesture he does when you’re falling asleep or waking up

• Every once in a while, he’ll lose his cool and kiss you with everything he has leaving you both breathless and dizzy

YUJI ITADORI

• Yuji’s kisses are warm, enthusiastic, and leave you feeling like you’ve been wrapped in sunshine

• He’ll tackle you with a kiss, his energy level at 100%, making you laugh before your lips even meet. A series of quick, bouncy pecks all over your face that eventually land on your lips

• If you’re laying on the couch and he’s leaning over the back, he’ll do the "Spider-Man" kiss just to be silly

• He’ll come back from a mission, all adrenaline and heat, and give you a kiss that’s a bit messy but incredibly passionate

• He loves kissing you while his hands are busy—like when he’s cooking for you or showing you a move, he’ll just lean in naturally

• He often breaks the kiss because he’s smiling too much, his forehead resting against yours as you both laugh

• His kisses are often deep, cinematic, and full of promise. He wants you to feel like the most protected person on earth

• He always has a firm hand on the small of your back, guiding you closer to him during the kiss

• Even when he’s just leaving the room for five minutes, he’ll give you a quick kiss. He never wants to leave you without a reminder that he loves you

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Hello! First off thank you for taking my request! If you don’t mind and for future reference can I please know what characters you write for? Thank you!

hiii!

I write for most male characters + Nobara, Maki and Shoko. If you request a character I don't write for I'll just skip him/her!

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ATTACKING HIM WITH KISSES

requested by @unknownficenjoyer

I know I didn't do Toji in the last one, but he was requested for this one so just imagine that he was there! hope you'll like it!🩵

Pt.1

characters: Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

SATORU GOJO

• You wait until he’s distracted by a limited-edition box of Kikufuku mochi. You spring from behind a doorway, tackle him onto the couch, and before he can even process the lack of Infinity (cause he always lets you through obviously), you grab his face with both hands

• You start at his forehead and work your way down: "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" You’re like a machine gun of affection. You pepper his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks etc

• At first, he’s surprised. His hands fly up to steady you, but then he just melts. He starts laughing that loud, melodic laugh, tilting his head back to try and dodge, but he’s not actually trying to escape

• He’s a total goner. He lets you finish until you’re out of breath, then he pulls his blindfold down just to look at you with those shimmering eyes. "Okay, okay! I surrender! But if this is the punishment for teasing you, I’m going to start being way more annoying from now on"

KENTO NANAMI

• Nanami is sitting at his desk, scowling at a spreadsheet. You sneak up on him and before he can protest you cup his face. He looks up, confused, about to say "I'm quite busy—"

• You don't let him finish. You rain kisses all over his face. You press your lips to his brow, then his cheekbones and his jaw

• He freezes. His brain literally blue-screens. For a man who values efficiency, he has no idea how to efficiently handle this much sudden love. You feel his ears start to burn a bright, lobster red. His hands hover awkwardly over your waist before finally settling there, gripping your shirt

• He clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you. "This is uh... highly unprofessional behavior," he murmurs, though he doesn't let go of your waist. He pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours, his voice dropping an octave. "But I suppose... I could spare five more minutes of overtime for this"

CHOSO KAMO

• Choso is usually very alert, but he’s soft for you. You find him sitting quietly and literally pounce into his lap. You grab those face markings with your palms and start the assault

• You're relentless. You kiss the bridge of his nose, the marks under his eyes, and his temples. You’re talking the whole time: "This! Is! For! The! Neck! Kisses!"

• He’s stunned. To Choso, physical affection is a deep, soul-level bond. He doesn't laugh, he just stares at you with wide, shimmering eyes, his heart beating so loud you can hear it. He looks like he’s about to cry from happiness

• He wraps his arms around you so tightly you can barely move, burying his face in your chest. "I didn't know revenge could be so warm," he whispers. "You can have your revenge every day. I will commit as many crimes as necessary to deserve this"

TOJI FUSHIGURO

• He’s leaning against a wall, looking cool and brooding. You march up to him, and before he can say something snarky, you grab his face. His eyes widen—he could have dodged, but he’s curious

• You go for it. You kiss his scarred lip, his jawline, and his forehead. You’re shorter than him, so you have to pull him down a bit

• He’s completely still. He doesn't move a muscle, but you feel the heat radiating off him. A slow, lazy smirk starts to pull at the corner of his mouth. He isn't flustered, he’s intrigued

• He hums, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Think that’s enough to even the score, princess?" He leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver of your own down your spine. "I’ve got plenty of ways to make you regret starting this. Want to see?"

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

• You corner him in the hallway. He tries to sidestep you, but you trap him, reaching up to grab his face

• You kiss his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then both his cheeks. You’re being very dramatic about it as well

• He groans, "Stop it, someone’s going to see," but he makes zero effort to move. His face is a spectacular shade of crimson. He tries to look annoyed, but his eyes are soft, and he’s leaning into your touch despite his words

• When you finally stop, he lets out a long, shaky sigh and hides his face in his high collar. "You're so annoying," he mutters, his voice muffled. Then, after a beat, he peeks out and whispers, "...Do it again"

YUJI ITADORI

• You wait until he’s mid-sentence telling a story. Then you jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing his face with your hands

• It's chaos. You’re kissing his forehead, his scars, his chin—wherever you can reach while he’s squirming and giggling

• He’s a wriggling mess of laughter and joy. "AH! Stop! HAHAHA! Y/N! I can't breathe!" He’s laughing so hard he’s nearly crying, but his arms are locked around you, holding you up with effortless strength. He starts trying to kiss you back, turning it into a full-blown kissing war

• Both of you end up in a heap on the floor, breathless and smiling. He wipes a stray smudge of your lip balm off his cheek and beams at you. "If this is revenge, I'm definitely going for your neck again tonight. Your move!"

[blueberry-jjk]

KISSING YOUR NECK, BUT IT'S SENSITIVE

requested by anon! hope you'll like it!

Pt.2

characters: Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

SATORU GOJO

You were standing at the kitchen counter, minding your own business as you waited for the kettle to whistle. Satoru had been suspiciously quiet for all of three minutes, which usually meant he was either pouting or planning something.

You felt the air shift as he materialized behind you—no footsteps, just the sudden presence.

"You know, for a sorceress, you’re very easy to sneak up on," he hummed, his voice a low vibration near your ear.

Before you could retort, he reached out. His long, slender fingers gathered your hair, pulling it over one shoulder to expose the pale stretch of your neck. You froze. "Satoru—"

He leaned down, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your nape first, a teasing puff of air that already had your heart hammered against your ribs.

Then, he pressed his lips there. It was a firm, searingly warm, and devastatingly slow kiss. He added a tiny, sharp nip with his teeth right at the base of your skull.

Your knees buckled, nearly giving out. A violent shiver racked your frame, and you felt yourself stumbling.

Satoru's arm hooked around your waist, hauling your back flush against his chest so you wouldn't hit the floor. He buried his face in your hair, laughing that smug, breathless laugh.

"Oh wow," he whispered. "You’re shaking sweetheart. Should I stop? Or should I see if I can make you forget how to stand entirely?"

He laughed, then leaned back in, his nose brushing the spot he just bit, and you realized it'll be difficult for you to make that tea.

KENTO NANAMI

Nanami was having a "day." A long, grueling, curse-filled day that should have ended at 5:00 PM but had dragged on until nearly midnight.

When he finally walked into the apartment, he looked like he was carrying the weight of the world. You met him at the door, reaching up to help him loosen his tie.

"Go sit down, Kento. I’ll get you some water," you murmured, turning toward the kitchen.

He didn't let you get far. He reached out, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back into his space. He didn't say anything, he just turned you around so your back was to him. He moved your hair aside with a tired hand, and then he leaned down.

The kiss he placed on your neck was grounded in pure, unfiltered exhaustion and a deep need for connection. It was heavy and lingered for several long seconds.

As his lips moved against your skin, your knees buckled. You would have collapsed entirely if his other hand hadn't wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him.

You let out a shaky breath, your whole body vibrating with a shiver that wouldn't stop. Nanami froze, his eyes widening. He turned you around in his arms, keeping them locked around you.

"My apologies," he said, though his voice was thick and devoid of its usual clinical edge. He pressed his forehead against yours. "I seem to have found a weakness. Stay here please. I think... I might need this more than the water."

CHOSO KAMO

Choso was still learning the "rules" of human intimacy, but he was an incredibly fast learner when it came to you.

He was fascinated by the way your body reacted to him—the way your pulse jumped, the way your skin warmed under his touch.

You were looking out the window, watching the sunset, when Choso approached. He didn't really understand the concept of personal space when it came to his favorite person.

He draped himself over your back, his arms snaking around your waist. He tilted his head, looking at the curve of your neck with an intense sort of affection.

He pressed a kiss to your nape—deep, warm, and pulsing with his own unique intensity. He nuzzled into the spot, his teeth grazing your skin as he hummed low in his throat.

You buckled. You would've hit the floor hard if Choso wasn't essentially a super-organism. He caught you before you’d even dropped an inch, hoisting you up so your feet barely touched the ground.

He turned you in his arms, looking at your shaking hands and your blown-out pupils with genuine wonder.

"You shivered," he observed, his voice a quiet rumble. He looked almost proud. He pressed his thumb to the spot on your neck, watching the way you winced and melted simultaneously. "I like this. I want to do it again. Tell me if it’s too much though..."

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

The dorms were quiet, and you were sitting on the bed in Megumi’s room, leaning back while he sat behind you, ostensibly reading something.

The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of the wind outside. You stretched, tilting your head back, then forward to crack your neck, unintentionally offering him a perfect view and opportunity.

Megumi’s eyes strayed from his phone. He’d been thinking about doing this for weeks, his internal monologue a mess of 'Is this too much?' and 'She’d probably hate it.' But the sight of you so relaxed, so trusting, broke his resolve.

He leaned forward, his shadow falling over you. He tentatively pressed his lips to the very center of your nape. It was soft, almost shy at first, but when he felt you gasp, he grew bolder, lingering there and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

The reaction was instantaneous. A heavy shiver rolled through you, and as you tried to adjust your weight, your legs felt like they’d turned into water.

You slipped sideways, your balance gone as you fell completely onto his bed. Megumi dropped his phone, his hands flying out to catch your shoulders.

"I—I’m sorry! Are you okay?" he stammered, his face erupting in a fierce blush. But then he saw your dazed expression and the way you were still trembling lightly in his grip. The panic in his dark eyes shifted into something deeper, something more grounded.

He pulled you back until you were tucked between his knees, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"I didn't know... you liked that so much," he muttered, his voice dropping into a register that made your toes curl. "I'll remember that for later."

YUJI ITADORI

Yuji is the type to do it completely accidentally.

He was just being his usual, bubbly self, hanging onto you while you both tried to decide what to order for dinner. He was leaning over your shoulder, looking at the menu on your phone, his chest pressed against your back.

"Ooh, get the spicy ramen! I'm craving it!" he chirped. To emphasize his point, he nuzzled his face into your neck, and in a fit of spontaneous affection, he planted a loud, wet kiss right on the nape of your neck. He wasn't expecting you to drop like a sack of potatoes.

"Whoa! Y/N!" he yelled, his reflexes kicking in as he snatched you out of the air by your waist. He set you down on the sofa, looking panicked. "Did I hurt you? Did I hit a nerve? I’m so sorry, I’m too strong sometimes—"

He stopped when he saw you. You were clutching the cushions, your face bright red, your legs still twitching with the remnants of the shiver he’d triggered.

Yuji’s eyes went wide. The playful energy died down, replaced by a sudden, heavy awareness. He sat down next to you, crawling into your space until your knees were touching. "Wait... did you like that?"

He reached out, his hand sliding to the back of your head, his fingers tangling lightly in your hair.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. "If I do it again, promise you'll try not to fall off the couch this time?"

[blueberry-jjk]

CUDDLING HEADCANONS

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro

SATORU GOJO

• He is notorious for draping himself over you like a heavy, warm blanket. Even when he’s sitting, he’ll pull you into his lap and wrap his limbs around you, trying to merge souls with you

• He’s a fidgeter. If he isn’t playing with your hair, he’s tracing patterns on your back with his fingertips or gently tugging at your clothes. He finds your presence incredibly grounding

• When he’s cuddling you, he often pulls his blindfold down. He locks onto you with an intensity that makes you feel like you are the only person in the universe, which is his way of being vulnerable

• He’ll whisper sweet stuff, jokes and the most random shit into the crook of your neck, mostly just to hear your soft laugh or feel the vibration of your voice against his skin

• He keeps Infinity down around you, he trusts you a lot

• If you try to get up, he will instantly whine (a dramatic high-pitched noise) and drag you back down, burying his face in your shoulder to make it impossible for you to leave

• He loves to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and just breathing in sync with you. It’s one of the few times he stops performing for others

• He’ll sometimes bring sweets and feed it to you, teasing you by giving you a piece of candy only to take it away and eat it himself

• Once he’s sure you’re settled and comfortable, he’ll drift into a light sleep, his hand always anchored firmly to your waist or the small of your back

SUGURU GETO

• He isn’t one for loud displays. His hugs are slow, deliberate, and firm. He pulls you flush against his chest, wanting to hear your heartbeat, which he claims is the best way to quiet his own racing mind

• He has a habit of interlacing his fingers with yours and bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles or your palm

• When he holds you, he creates an atmosphere of total safety. You feel like nothing in the world could reach you

• He has a therapeutic way of combing his fingers through your hair. It’s methodical and calming, and he often does it until you’re completely lulled into a daze

• He'll murmur soft, thoughtful things about the future or simple plans for the next day, just to hear his voice mingle with yours

• When he’s exhausted, he’ll collapse onto you, using your stomach or shoulder as a pillow. He doesn't need to talk, he just wants to feel your touch

• He loves nuzzling into the crook of your neck, taking long, deep breaths, and telling you how much he loves how you smell—it’s his favorite thing to feel after a long day

• Often, you’ll just sit in silence for hours. He enjoys the feeling of your weight against him, finding peace in the simple fact that you're there

• If you fall asleep, he won't move. He’ll stay there for as long as possible, even if his arm goes numb, just to ensure he doesn’t disturb your rest

KENTO NANAMI

• When Nanami holds you, he holds you like he means it. His arms are solid and reliable, you feel completely supported, both physically and emotionally

• He treats cuddling like a necessary routine to de-stress. He’ll sit on the sofa, pull you into his lap, and simply close his eyes, exhaling a long breath that signals the end of his workday

• He won’t do any dramatic posing or loud declarations. Instead, he’ll press a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead or temple, which is his way of saying, "You are safe, and I am here"

• When he’s cuddling you, he leaves the world of curses and overtime behind. He often uses his thumb to gently rub small, soothing circles into your back or shoulder. It’s a rhythmic, grounding motion that suggests he’s always there, aware of your needs

• He is a great listener. If you want to talk about your day, he will keep you held close, murmuring "I see" or "That sounds exhausting" in his calm voice

• He likes to sit in a way that provides you with maximum support, often making sure you’re leaning against him so he can shield you from anything else in the world

• Occasionally, he’ll drop a dry, sarcastic comment just to make you giggle, and when you do, he’ll lean down and bury his face in your hair to hide his own small, rare smile

• He finds the most comfort in the predictability of your presence. He isn't looking for fireworks, he’s looking for the quiet, steady warmth of a partner who understands his need for stability

CHOSO KAMO

• He wraps himself around you completely, often tucking your head under his chin. He likes to keep you tucked close to his chest so he can keep a constant "check" on your breathing and heart rate

• He doesn't like to let go. Even when he’s doing some basic stuff, he’ll have one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you into his side so he can feel your warmth

• He is fascinated by you—the way your skin feels, the way your heartbeat changes when you’re happy. He’ll often just hold you and marvel at how warm and alive you are

• He isn't great at small talk, but he will whisper endearments and promises of protection into your hair. He’s incredibly earnest, and he means every word he says

• Since he is a Death Painting, he might run a little colder than a human. He’ll seek out your body heat like a magnet, curling into you and pressing his cold hands against your warm skin, looking at you with a shy, hopeful expression

• He has a habit of stroking your hair or tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb, his expression softening into something almost entirely different from the fierce combatant he is in battle

• You don’t need to fill the air with chatter. He is perfectly content to sit in absolute silence, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his

• He is incredibly still when he cuddles. He doesn't fidget, he commits to the hold. If you move, he moves with you. He never breaks the contact

• Every cuddle feels like a silent vow of loyalty. He looks at you with a sense of wonder, genuinely stunned that someone as precious as you wants to be held by someone like him

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

• He’ll never ask for a hug, but he’ll sit just a little too close to you on the couch, leaving the door wide open. If you lean your head on his shoulder, his entire body relaxes instantly

• He loves to pull you into his space, usually burying his face in the crook of your neck or your shoulder to avoid having to make eye contact while being vulnerable

• He’s surprisingly gentle. He touches you with such extreme care, as if he’s afraid he might break you if he moves too quickly. When he finally relaxes into a cuddle, he lets out a long, heavy sigh—the kind that signals he’s finally dropping all the weight of the Fushiguro-Zenin-sorcerer drama

• He likes to keep his hands occupied, often absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your wrist or holding your hand securely on his chest

• He’ll often pull a blanket over both of your heads to create a dark, private space. He will wrap his arm around your waist and pull you flush against him, not necessarily to guard you, but because he likes feeling your presence as a firm point of reality

• If he’s falling asleep, his grumpy act completely evaporates. He’ll nuzzle into your chest or arm, mumbling your name or just simple, sweet words he’d never dare say while fully awake

• He likes to hold you so that your ear is pressed against his chest. He knows his heartbeat is steady, and he finds it peaceful to know it calms you down

• Once you start cuddling, he becomes incredibly difficult to move. He’ll make a low, protesting sound if you try to get up, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you to keep you trapped in the "cuddle zone" for just few more minutes