Thats so good to hear that all in all you’re okay!! I hope you never stop writing since you’re amazing at it (please dont take it as pressure 😞) and hopefully you do good on your exams!!!
you’re genuinely the sweetest, thank you so so much💕💕support like this and people like you is probably what keeps the world spinning n me going other than magic fairy dust but really thank you so much it’s much appreciated 😘😘 i can only hope things go just as well for you!! goodluck on your endeavors whatever they may be!!
I just saw your newest post and wdym you’ll never be able to write again (haha funny joke😂😂) although i hope everything is okay and you had so many good ideas in your account i was so excited to read them and probably including many more. Anyways i hope everything is alright and i hope that was a joke😔
lol i’m also praying it’s a joke 😅🫤 icl this whole month like even after exams n prom i’ve been getting writers block 😭😭 the ideas r genuinely running away from me. thank you so much for checking in, you’re such an angel❤️❤️. let’s hope everything gets better because i officially have 6 months befo my course starts so hopefully that means 6 months of nonstop writing 😁😁
mini smut scene n ig making out? js a little drabble bc im highk running out of ideas and soon shall never be able to write again
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it’s late at night, you and megumi are in the kitchen doing nothing, talking about something, and you’re tired from a day of staying at home watching 14 episodes of an anime you both like. you’re sat on the counter while megumi’s making some tea for both of you.
“i really don’t think it’s a big deal i should be able to go on solo missions."
“mhm”
“for fuck's sake, i'm 19”
“mhm”
“it’s just weird that you go do your own things while i’m always being babysat”
“they’re looking after you”
“i’m capable of looking after myself”
“i know”
you hop off the surface and walk over to him. he’s still making the tea with more attention to yours: a splash of milk and two sugars. just the way you like it. you help him carry the cups to where you were sitting while he follows behind you. you turn around, and he’s right there, so calm, collected and, for no reason at all, super attractive. looking at him, you tilt your head to wonder just how you got so lucky with him. you drape your arms around his broad shoulders and pull yourself closer to him until your head's resting on his chest. the feeling’s comfortable. familiar. quiet. he immediately relaxes back into you a little. you pull back a bit to look at him properly with a soft, tired smile resting on your face
“hi.”
“..hi”
his heads now buried in your shoulder. he tilts it just a fraction so you have more room while you start running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. it’s still messy from the nap you both took earlier. soft at the nape of his neck. megumi exhales quietly. you smile into his shoulder and keep playing with it lazily, scratching lightly at his scalp and twisting strands around your fingers. then, brush your nails; brush that spot low near the back of his neck. your boyfriend immediately reacts: a time shiver while his head dips instinctively deeper into your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in
“mmh..”
you pause immediately, grinning now.
“mhm?”
he doesn’t answer properly. instead just turns slightly and hides his face in your neck for a second. until- he starts pressing soft sleepy kisses against your neck, trailing one after the other. not dramatic. just clingy. tired. fond. it makes you laugh softly
”..gumi”
”mhm..”
”you’re acting weird”
”..your fault”
you scratch lightly at that spot again to test your luck; at that moment megumi literally shudders before he makes another low sound against your neck and reaching back to catch your wrist
“..stop cheating”
”so that is your weak spot”
”..quiet”
now you’re fully entertained because megumi fushiguro, your 5'9", 60kg, super hot sorcerer boyfriend, has a weak spot.
“seriously megs?”
megumi’s ears are now slightly pink. probably because you keep smiling
“this is insane information”
he sighs softly before he leans back into you anyways. completely betraying himself. your fingers keep playing with the soft and fluffed strands and slowly creeping back down to the nape of his neck. that spot really does something to him when he feels his ears get pinker and the air around him get warmer. he reaches back, grabbing the collar of his shirt, scrunching it all together in one swift motion while his other arm tightens on your waist, closing the space in between you. it really is obvious, isn’t it? megumi fushiguro’s weak spot. he’s getting sloppy. you’ve never really seen this side of him before – well, yes, but not like this. he’s messy, unashamed, like he has no control over himself – well, how could he? he’s around you after all. his kisses are now open-mouthed and wet while his warm, minty breath brushes the skin on your neck. your hand goes flying to his hand, gripping his shirt
“gumi, we’re downstairs. in the kitchen.”
”mhm.. and?”
”eh.. true”
you quickly help him pull his shirt off in one quick motion. seeing him like this, wanting you just as bad as you want him. he guides your hand by the wrist to the same spot while wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you up and placing you on the cold shiny counter. he looks even better under the room’s warm, dim lighting with the physique of a greek god. you pull b ack just by an inch, but his sickening greed immediately pulls you back you try once more, and this time he latches on to your lips, your faces smashing together. your tongues with one another. he pulls back just for a second to flash that devious smirk at you, that damn dangerously attractive smile. just as he’s about to dive right back in –
*flick*
of course, now just has to be the time your mum decides it’s time for a snack.
“my, my”
ah fuck.
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i am so so. sorry i have no idea what im doing here its just been so long since ive written n i wanted to get back in the game. also so sorry i have no idea what i was doing w that mini smut scene if u hate it ill personally send u an apology letter for having to read that AND IM SO SORRY AB THE ENDING I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO. pls. sorry. thank you.
he’s literally in pain but looks good enduring it..
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megumi stumbled through your front door after he finally finished his three day long mission limping, bruised, bleeding you name it he’s got it. safe to say the mission went badly. not quite catastrophically but bad enough that mummy(who also specializes in rct like shoko) had to drag him to shoko’s office.
“mummy mummy gumi needs urgent help”
“nope nope no. megumi darling i can help with a lot of things but this a two woman job. satoru, help him to the car”
“im fine i can-“
“no. satoru, carry him. naoya, start the car”
“yes maam!”
by the time everyone got to shoko’s office, megumi looked exhausted. there was blood on his sleeve, a cut across his side, more bruises forming. you hated seeing him like that. mummy was already helping shoko get everything ready while your dad, naoya was leaning against the wall and gojo was pacing but also had his phone ready to record everything.
“damn kid you really got roughed up huh?”
“please shut up.”
megumi was sat on the bed leaning against the wall. quiet. like always. both your mum and shoko glanced at the injury
“yeah”
nobody liked that confirmation.
“what?”
gojo asked
“he’s getting the shoko special”
“what’s that?”
“you’ll see”
as she pulled the medical cart closer to him. in clear view you saw all of it: bandages, sutures, syringes it looked like she brought out everything in the lab. mummy helped him with an oxygen mask and an iv drip. a few minutes later megumi was sitting shirtless at the edge of the bed while shoko cleaned the wound. he clenched his jaw just a fraction but enough for you to notice. mummy was beside her helping.
“megumi you’re getting stitches. that okay?”
“how many”
“…”
“…”
“enough”
“that’s not a number”
“doesn’t need to be”
a minutes later when he had his oxygen mask on, mummy saw his expression
“ready?”
“no”
“good”
she pressed the suture to his pale skin. megumi immediately looked away. not scared. but more like he was holding himself back. it was unusual because this isn’t megumi’s first trip here. hell, he’s probably here once a week on average and usually he’s okay. no big reactions he breathes through it sometimes he’s even just on his phone. he threw his head back against the wall to make sure he couldn’t get a single glimpse of what was happening. which was fair, everyone was telling him to just come back. the curse was misclassified it wasn’t on him. but today he was exhausted both mentally and physically, unable to hold back. which was fair, nobody wanted to watch that. the first stitch went in. his shoulders immediately tensed. a sharp inhale, the kind he tried to hide. you moved closer and intertwined your hands with his, immediately he squeezed back. hard.
“sorry”
you squeezed his hand back
“you’re fine”
shoko passes another stitch through. megumis jaw visibly clenched. he’s trying to stay controlled, but this injury was deep and shoko, well she isn’t exactly known to be gentle. your mum noticed
“okay. kento taught me this a few years ago. i’m going to count”
everyone looked confused. meanwhile she just smiled at him. he looked deeply unconvinced
“three”
“two”
“…”
“one”
his breath hitched. the next few minutes were worse; the wound was deeper than expected. megumi stayed quiet, mostly..
he stayed looking upwards, just breathing, looking away from everyone and everything. his eyes slightly glassy with the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose turning red. you felt terrible seeing him like this while you could only imagine what this was like for him but for one moment you noticed him. you noticed everything: the way his lashes looked, the way his eyes were watering, the redness around his nose, how fast his was blinking and the deadliest was how he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall. for a good minute all you thought about was how pretty he was. you felt horrrible but also he’s really pretty. in an attempt of trying to distract him abit more from it you started running your fingers through his hair. megumi leaned into it slightly.
another stitch.
megumi shut his eyes closed
a tear escaped. he immediately wiped it away. it felt like the room got ten times hotter. your cheeks turning red but then-
“done”
shoko said as she peeled her gloves off. a looked of relief firmed on his face
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back home megumi was finally asleep on your bed recovering while you were downstairs with everyone else sitting on the sofa minding your business enjoying your peace. that was until your obnoxious godfather gojo had to snatch your phone away.
“HEY”
he smirked
“jesus lady at least try keep it in ur pants”
“what even-“
“u can’t deny that all u thought ab in the lab was how pretty he looked”
“THATS NOT”
“THAT WAS”
“I WAS CONCERNED”
“a side of concern with a main course of ogling”
you quickly grabbed your phone back and dashed upstairs because realistically that’s just another night at your house.
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megumi had been asleep for about an hour. after today he’d fallen asleep nearly immediately. you quietly slipped into bed beside him trying to not wake him. the moment you did. his arm found its way around your waist. muscle memory? his eyes never even opened, regardless he still pulled you closer to face him. you watched the slow rise and fall of his breathing. his hair was a mess, face buried into your waist, the exhaustion from earlier still lingering. you carefully brushed some of his hair back. he made a sleepy noise. you smiled.
“you’re so pretty, megumi”
your fingers drifted through his hair again
“gumi, you did so well on the mission”
his eyebrows twitched ever so slightly but he was still asleep.
once more you combed through his hair
“you’re amazing, megumi”
that one got a reaction. a small, sleepy
“mmh”
your smile widened immediately. he opened his eyes halfway before shutting them again
“mhm?”
you reached back down and lightly started scratching the hairs on the nape of his neck. immediately, his expression softened
“right here, gumi?”
another sleepy hum escaped him. then his hand around your waist found your arm that was dangling off the bed. slowly, clumsily, half asleep, he took your arm and wrapped it around himself while shifting closer. now you’re both facing each other. his forehead nearly bumped to yours
“megumi”
the same sleepy sound was the response you received
“you awake?”
a pause.
“a little”
his voice deep and coarse with sleep, barely above a mumble
“sorry megs. you should sleep”
it looked like he was drifting back into sleep until-
“keep talking”
“what?”
“i like your voice”
“…keep talking”
holy mother of pearl. why is he like this? why is he effortlessly attractive? how does he not know the things he does to you?
“you’re ridiculous”
“mhm just like that”
you kept talking. about nothing, about the mission, about how worried you’d been and how admirable his actions were. the eventually-
“you were really pretty earlier”
you thought he was fully out but that got another reaction. a sleepy frown
“…hurt”
“i know”
“hated that”
“i know gumi”
“you enjoyed it tho”
“…”
“was i obvious..”
“saw that look in your eyes”
he flashed a sleepy smirk. you hurried your face in your hands
“ughh your eyes were glossy your skin was pale and the corners of your eyes were the faintest shade of red”
“mhm”
“you looked pretty”
that earned a quiet laugh. then suddenly, he propped himself up on his forearms. he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and the other before finally reaching your lips. he was gentle as if mouthing “thank you” with every suckle of your lips. he wasn’t really awake, just enough to find you. before you knew it, he collapsed right back into his slumber, face against your shoulder arms still tightly around your waist but this time? gone. absolutely gone. you stamped one short kiss to his throat before dozing off.
“love you megs”
“i love you too”
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a/n: not my best work n may have some typos i wrote this when i was sleepy sorryyy
js me or megumi would be such a pretty crier. i apologize in advance for the fic im ab to write on this, i saw a tt of “men crying” n that changed smt in me
This isn’t a request i just wanna say i have read all of your fics and they are AMAZING! Truly, please never stop writing, you have an incredible talent that shouldn’t be kept hidden. Plus i love your future writing ideas I’m so excited to read them and appreciate your writing and creativity🫰🏼
THANK YOUUU💕💕 this is genuinely the sweetest thing i’ve ever gotten. i really appreciate the support!! id love if u guys gave me recs bc im also running out of ideas lol. tr trust i will be writing more after my last exam today. once again thank you so much 💕
ONE MORE EXAMM. history was so good today i was holding in giggles reading the questions. watch me get cooked tmr and pretend like it didn’t happen by writing fics all summer
bf!megumi guessing what lip balm flavour you’ve got on
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basically js a makeout sesh
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as soon as you woke up you decided it was a great day to annoy your boyfriend and immediately reach for your phone to text him
meowgumi
yes
come over
we have physics on tuesday. go study.
ya borin
anyw study here
…
fine
it’s been a few hours since he arrived. both of you are now just in your room he’s deeply focused and has probably memorized the entire course by now while you’re still trying to understand the basic concepts of physics. you’ve definitely been locked in and not staring at ur ceiling for the past 10 minutes after taking a vape break before the nicotine suddenly hits you and you need to go to the toilet
“be right back gumi”
“take your time”
it’s been like a good 10 minutes in the toilet and when you’re finally done you toss your hand towel into the basket and look into your cabinet for another. just as you’re ruffling through a drawer which consists of skincare, toiletries, half burnt vapes and some junk. you kept taking things out and either rearranging them or tossing it straight into the bin until you find a pack of fun flavored lip balms: a cola, two fantas, a sprite, and a jolly rancher. a pack you bought as a joke a few months back but there’s a reason for you to actually use it now. and that reason’s on your bed, head buried into his laptop with his only care being the exam next week
you get out of the toilet and peek at him playfully hoping to lighten the mood
“megumiiii”
“where’s your mac charger”
is the only reply he shoots back to which you roll your eyes at
“nerd, take a break”
“don’t think the exam waits on you”
“gumi you’ll be fine i promise”
you say as you switch places with his mac that was previously on his lap. you slide a teasing finger under his chin tilting his face up to face yours.
“let’s play a game”
he raises an eyebrow at that familiar teasing tone
“not falling for your shit again y/n”
that makes you giggle abit
“no it’s harmless i promise”
“…okay”
the uncertainty in his voice made it even cuter. you bring your face to his until you bridge the tiny gap with your lips. it’s soft and gentle before you purposely start nibbling at his lips hoping he’ll mimic the gesture on you. it worked. just as he pulls you closer, you pull away.
“guess.”
“wha-“
“guess what flavor i have on”
“seriously?”
“mhm”
he tried to steal your focus with the attempt of asking for another kiss but you saw right through him. oh megumi when will you learn.
“just one more cmon”
“nu uh”
“fine. sprite.”
you shook your head and in a teasing tone “mm-mm”
“try again megs”
he wasted no time immediately sealing your lips together and really savoring the taste and waxy coating on your soft plush lips.
it’s been a good 5 minutes he’s flipped you over so you’re no longer straddling him while you sit on his lap. now he’s got you straight under him on your bed while he’s got his fingers tangled in your hair. there definitely isn’t any flavour left on your lips of which he hasn’t licked away. both of you have completely lost the objective until you snapped out of it. you placed your hands on both sides of his face and lightly created distance.
“you sly little thing”
“ah jeez was kinda hoping you’d forget”
“mhm. guess.”
“it’s sprite”
“nope”
“it’s. sprite.”
“it really isn’t”
he cups your face with one hand forcing you to look at him because your gaze drifted from your giggles as he insisted he was right
“don’t lie”
you look up into his green eyes, his gaze never leaving your lips. his words sharp but there’s no real bite to it. you placed your palms back on his face and pull him back down to restrain your growing smile with his lips while rub the nape of his neck before releasing yourselves. you give him a sweet and knowing smile
“it’s sprite and jolly rancher”
“you little dirty little chea-“
before he can finish you were quick to flip both of you over and kiss him before he gets upset. whoops sorry megs!!
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a/n: ughh how i’ve missed this guys im lowkey going thru writers block im scared my fics r getting shorter n shorter bc of exams n stuff okay okay only 4 more to go!! help me out n tell me what u guys wanna see!!
hey guys sorryyy i’ve been busy w exams but i wanna get back to writing during half term so please send recs n wish me luck on my next few papers!! #8/13😌 trust i will be writing all summer.
‧₊ ˚⊹ all the times husband!gojo uses his technique for you
note 4k, fluff ! took some small creative liberties with limitless ct in this, i hope you dont mind :3 also the chunking type layout of this is inspired by @heartkaji ( i recommend checking out her work, it's always super creative and fun ! )
satoru is offended, to say the least. the higher-ups keep nagging him about not using his technique outside of jujutsu society. something about keeping his stamina up, not exhausting himself when it wasn’t necessary.
“your cursed energy is for exorcising curses on missions, not for wasting away on that wife of yours.”
the words linger in his head for a while after he had been brought in to be scolded, the memory leaving a sour taste in his mouth. firstly, they should know better than to suggest that gojo was ever wasting any of his cursed energy, as if it wasn’t practically impossible for him to ever run out. secondly, how dare they insinuate that you’re not a good enough reason to use his technique? you are the most important person in his life. whatever time not spent on work, he makes sure to dedicate it and every fibre of his being into making you the happiest person in the world.
whatever, gojo thinks to himself, waving off their harsh words. his body and technique are his to do what he will with. he’s not a thing to be used; they can’t control him, anyway.
regardless, it’s not like he even uses it that often...
2:43PM : MISSIONS AREN’T THAAAT IMPORTANT
gojo always keeps his phone’s ringer turned on nowadays. he never used to; never even used to bring the phone with him in the first place. there was no need—no one would be contacting him during a mission unless it was really urgent. and in that case, they could just send someone over once he was done. but it’s different now that you’re in his life. he would drop anything and everything for you, and he does.
one afternoon, he’s on a mission. needs to exorcise some curse in osaka. he’s due to be away for a couple of days, ijichi even booked him an overnight hotel and everything. he had complained at first, not understanding why he needed to leave you alone for any longer than a day at most. but apparently gojo was desperately needed. so, reluctantly, he packed a bag and went about his business.
so, you’re still at home. much like him, you have things to be doing. one of them is picking up all the slack at the school since your husband is away. you’ve now been tasked with teaching both second and first years while he’s gone, so you’re very busy. as if grade promotions being around the corner weren’t enough to make you sick with stress, now you’ve got double the lessons to be prepping and delivering.
in your little office, you sit back on your desk chair and rub your temples. classes are finally done for the day, but it’s not like the work is over—far from it, actually. you have so much paperwork to do; your focus is on finishing the termly progress reports for your second years. sliding the drawer open, you fumble around for the four stacks of paper, and—
fuck.
where are they? your mind floods with anxiety; you must have misplaced them at some point. you’ve just been so tired recently, having to juggle missions, teaching, reports and paperwork while satoru has been away the entire time, so you don't even have his strong arms to hold you and comfort you at night. with all of the extra load, your mind has been completely scattered.
you pace up and down your office, racking your brain for any hint of where you may have put them. your heart pounds heavily, thrumming in your ears. yaga wants these reports by tonight. it’s not like you procrastinated on them, either! you actually had them mostly done, and all you needed to do was proofread them and sign off. what can you even do at this point? tell him that you’ve lost them and that you’ll get it to him by the end of the week? no. these reports are crucial for potential promotions and you’ll be damned if your students don’t get their deserved progression after all of their hard work this year.
feeling yourself beginning to spiral, you reach for your phone in your pocket. your fingers automatically find satoru’s contact, barely even giving it a second thought. you don't even really know what you want him to do at this point, but you just need to hear his voice. your fingers hover over his name. you know he’s busy, know he’s probably currently out in the field right now doing important work, but your chest feels tight and something inside you presses call, anyway.
ring, ring, ri—
“hello?” his voice over the crackling call already soothes you.
“satoru—” your voice cracks.
and the space around you shifts, getting heavier as a weight pushes into you before you can even register what’s happening.
“i'm here, baby,” he sounds closer, smoother. “what's up?”
what… the hell? you think you must be dreaming. all of the stress must have finally caught up with you, and you’ve passed out and are currently imagining your husband here with you.
no. no, you’re wrong. he’s here and he’s real and— what is he doing here?
“satoru!” you whisper-shout. “you’re supposed to be in osaka right now. fuck, if anyone sees you, you’ll be in so much trouble.”
he shrugs. “relaaaax, sweetheart. they can’t touch me. literally.”
you scoff lightly at his unshakeable arrogance.
“plus,” he adds, stepping closer to you. one hand comes out to cup your cheek as he analyses your face, taking note of the creases between your brows. “whatever i was doing couldn't have been half as important as tending to my ever-so-sweet wife.”
your temper softens at his unwavering kindness. you had momentarily forgotten about the lost papers, too focused on your husband showing up out of thin air. shoulders sagging down again, you tell him about the reports and how important they are, though he already knows that fact.
satoru listens intently, nodding. his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his touch, a welcome feeling after only a couple of days without him. he doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t play up his usual gojo antics and tease you for being worried. no, right now the love of his life needed his reassurance, and he was here to give it to them.
“okay,” his voice is low, eyes searching yours. “so we’ll find them.”
your heart melts at how he always treats you with such gentleness, even if you had just made an insane screw-up. the two of you scour your entire office, searching every nook and cranny for where you could have potentially misplaced the files. and thank fuck satoru manages to find them tucked away in the corner of the small cupboard where you usually keep your outside jacket. you don't know how they got there, but you can't bring yourself to care. all of the worry from your body immediately releases, the tension in your posture loosening as you sigh in relief.
your husband pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “told you we’d find them.”
“thank you, satoru. i love you,” you hum, enjoying the heat radiating off his body. you pull apart from him, looking up into his eyes. his blindfold is tugged down his neck, you now realise, which must mean he was in the middle of using his six eyes with full effort. “you should really get back to what you were doing.” you tap his chest lightly. “see you in a few days?”
he pouts, eyebrows knotted together. “can’t i just stay? i’m already here, now. it’s a pain to go back.”
“even if you won’t get in trouble, i won’t be able to hear the end of it from the higher-ups if you stay.”
“do i really have to?” he whines, tilting his head back in frustration.
“i don’t want you to go either, but you have to. come on.” who were you if not the voice of reason in satoru’s dynamic life?
“fine, fine.” he throws his hands up. “but only because i don’t want you to get it in the neck.” he captures your lips in a welcoming kiss.
you hug him one last time before he disappears. “what were you even doing when i called? you got here fast.”
“i told you,” he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “nothing important.”
well, nothing that was important for you to know. unbeknownst to you, gojo was quite literally in the middle of an exorcism. some grade one curse that apparently no one else had the strength to handle. satoru knew they were just short-staffed. so there he was, mid-action, crushing some spirit one-handed, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“hold on,” satoru put a finger up to the curse as if it knew what that meant. “gotta take this.”
the mission could wait. the curse wasn't going anywhere; it lacked any sort of real intelligence to be able to flee when it was already half dead. so, of course he teleported to you as soon as he heard the crack in your voice. sure, he probably should have let it ring out to voicemail and listened to it five minutes later, when he would have inevitably finished the curse off. however, you are always his top priority. you come first in his life.
9:15AM : A SOFA IS LIGHTWORK, SWEETHEART
spring cleaning on an early saturday morning. what else could be better? you have your earphones in, humming along to music as you mop the wooden floors of your shared apartment. satoru is currently in the kitchen cooking breakfast—you can smell the mouthwatering aroma of his famous pancakes that you look forward to every weekend.
everything is perfect, going smoothly. that is, until a fat fly buzzes around your head, darting around with speed. you try to swat it away, one hand still on the mop. your arms are flailing in the air when your bicep brushes against your ear and an earphone falls out, clattering to the ground as your music comes to a staggering halt. everything happens too fast. one moment you’re standing, stepping back into what must have been a wet spot on the floor; the next, the room is tilting and spinning around you and you fall flat on your ass with a loud thud!
“shit!” you shout, probably a little too loudly.
within seconds, satoru is next to you, helping you up to your feet. “what happened, baby?” he coos. “you okay?”
wincing, you feel around the back of your shorts and touch a damp patch where you landed. “yeah, fine. just slipped. lost my stupid earphone under the sofa, though,” you groan. “now i’ll have to put my whole arm all the way underneath and i don't think i can survive that.”
“nah,” satoru’s voice lilts. “i got you.”
inch by inch, the couch begins to slowly lift off the ground, levitating steadily as a shit-eating grin makes its way across satoru’s face. you fold your arms, waiting for him to retrieve your earbud. he doesn’t move an inch.
“well, aren’t you gonna get it, then?” you can hear the smugness in his voice.
“fuck you,” you roll your eyes. you pick the small device up off the ground. it’s a little dusty, but nothing too bad. internally, you thank your husband for his service.
12:27PM : MANIPULATIVE COFFEE SPILLS
it’s a weekday. you both have a free hour, so you decide to spend the time having coffee together at a small cafe on the outskirts of tokyo, relatively near the school. satoru orders a latte for you and some kind of fruity iced drink for himself, despite you insisting that he needs to ease up on the sugar because he’s bound to get diabetes when he’s an old man. it’s better for him than coffee, though. the one time he had a shot of espresso, instead of increasing his focus like intended, he ended up bouncing off the walls with boundless energy.
grinning, he walks over to you with a tray of two cups and a plate. he sits down opposite you, sliding your mug over to your side of the table. you share a vanilla pastry. it’s yummy: flaky, creamy, and sweet. satoru had protested to sharing at first (he wanted his own dessert), but you told him that if he was getting a sugary drink, then he should be open to compromising on the sweet treat.
as you’re chatting idly with him, he makes you laugh over something trivial. then you accidentally knock your mug over. it all happens in slow motion. the wobble of the cup, it tilting over the edge of the table, the hot liquid beginning to pour straight into your lap.
then it stops in midair. you’re going crazy, you must be. confused, you look up at satoru, and he’s just cheesing at you. it all clicks into place. of course, gojo would use his gravity manipulation to stop your coffee from spilling. maybe a little excessive for the situation, but you were grateful nonetheless. with a swish of his finger, he gently lifts the liquid back into the cup, placing it on the table, and it all goes back into place. apart from one drop that plops straight onto your skirt.
“satoru!” you hiss.
your husband feigns innocence. “what?”
“don’t act like you don’t know what you just did.” you point an accusatory finger at him.
“uh… spare your outfit from boiling hot coffee?”
“you got a drop on me!”
“one single drop…” he mutters under his breath. “i just saved your life and you’re complaining about one single drop.” he drops his gaze from yours, doing his best impression of a kicked puppy.
“don’t try to manipulate me with those eyes. i know what you’re doing.”
“what eyes?” he bursts out. “i’m not doing anything!”
“oh, come on,” you laugh airily. although he’s mildly annoying, sometimes, you can’t deny how endeared you are by him. maybe those puppy dog eyes did work on you. he was cute. “you know very well you left one drop untouched on purpose. you’re telling me the gojo satoru accidentally missed a drop?”
he tries to hold back a laugh, though it chips away at his faux sadness. “fine, fine…” he allows himself to chuckle properly, now. “you got me. you know me so well, baby.”
you can’t help but laugh along with him.
6:53PM : SWEATY PITS ON THE TRAIN !
it was his idea to take the train back to tokyo. not yours. if you had it your way, you would both have teleported back home the moment you finished your mission and would be cuddling together in your own bed. but nooooooo. satoru just had to “make a day out of it.” he insisted that taking the train back would be a fun way to “experience the regular life,” like you had normal office jobs and weren't overworked jujutsu sorcerers.
but the two of you hadn't taken a train anywhere in what felt like forever, always relying on his speed or teleportation to get to places, so getting on the train back to tokyo was… more than crowded. you had forgotten just how busy rush hour was, all packed into a cramped train like cheap sardines. you led the way onto the carriage, satoru’s hand resting on the small of your back as you shimmied into a crevice where you could stand next to him. he held onto the overhead railing whilst you mainly leaned against his tall frame. honestly, it was such a tight squeeze that you basically didn't even have to hold on to anything; the tension from all the bodies around you was enough to hold you in place.
then the worst happens. some guy shuffles in, squeeeeezing his way through the crowd. and he’s reaching up, up, until you’re face to face with his sweaty armpit. you crane your head to the side, trying your best not to audibly gag.
a low hum fills the air. suddenly, the filthy odour is… gone? there’s also a sizeable gap between your face and the man’s unfortunately placed underarm. a weight falls onto your waist—satoru’s hand. you don't have the space to be able to turn around and look up at him, but if you did, you know he’d be making the most over-the-top, exaggerated gagging face, shaking his head at the lack of tact from the other man.
you smile to yourself. he extended his infinity just to shield you from a sweaty armpit. so romantic.
11:00PM : MOVIE NIGHT BLUES
cuddled up into the corner of the couch after a long day at work, you and your husband sink into the plush pillows beneath your bodies. your back is resting against satoru’s, one of his arms circles your shoulders, the other draped loosely over your waist, atop a fluffy blanket that’s tucked tightly under your chin. you’ve put on a film the two of you have been dying to watch for weeks, but haven’t had the time to see.
“shit…” you mumble to yourself, remembering that you were supposed to be the one to bring all of the snacks. but now, you were all cosy and settled, and the last thing you wanted to do was move from your position. you’d never be able to get back to this exact spot afterwards.
“what’s up, baby?” satoru pecks you on your temple.
you sigh. “nothing, just wish i grabbed those snacks before getting comfy. i don’t wanna get up, now.
slam! a bang comes from the kitchen. within seconds, packets of crisps, popcorn, and bars of chocolate are darting towards you. they stop dead in their tracks before they fully reach your face, stopping just centimetres before, then they fall onto the couch next to your entwined bodies.
“blue?” you question, twisting your neck around to look at him behind you.
satoru nods, evidently proud of himself. with a flick of his wrist, he closes all of the opened cupboard doors in the kitchen. “even cleaned up after myself. you’re welcome.”
humming happily, you sort through what you want to eat first, settling on a packet of salty popcorn as you hand satoru a sweet pack to tear open.
“you’re the best,” you say, mouth already stuffed full of kernels.
satoru is just happy to help, happy that he can make his wife's life even the tiniest bit easier.
5:12PM : DRAMATIC GUSTS OF WIND
“how do i look?” you twirl out of the bathroom dramatically, smoothing your dress out. tonight is date night. satoru was already ready to go, but you needed a couple more minutes to finish touching up your hair and outfit. so, you made him sit on the bed and wait for you to make an entrance into the bedroom. he still hadn't seen your outfit until you spun out of the door.
from the edge of the bed, satoru’s gaze lifts from his phone, raking over your figure. crinkles form in the corners of his eyes, his lips twitching up. an easy smile stretches across his mouth as he clicks his fingers.
out of nowhere, something that you assume is a breeze begins to flutter over your skin, your hair billowing out around you as the fabric of your dress floats up, flowing behind you as you skip over to plant a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead. his control over his cursed energy is always so precise that he can use red with such accuracy that it only blows languid gusts of wind.
catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. you look like you’ve just stepped out of a cheesy action movie trailer. “bit much, don’t you think?”
satoru sits up straight, clapping with utmost sincerity. “ten out of ten,” he nods. “no notes.”
10:56AM : HE FLIRTS LIKE A MENACE
you've finished up your morning classes with the second years, knocking on the door of your husband’s classroom to see if he was also done. the door swings open before you can knock for a third time, and you’re met with satoru beaming down at you.
“come in, come in.” he ushers you inside.
you sweep your eyes over the room and see the first years at their desks—postures slouched, eyes wandering anywhere but the front of the classroom, clearly uninterested in what their teacher had to say. they perk up at the sight of you as you greet them happily.
“sorry, did i disturb your lesson?” you take pity on the kids.
“no!” nobara cuts in quickly. she then shakes her head vigorously, as if backtracking. “no, sorry— i mean— gojo-sensei was almost done, right?”
satoru scratches the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “uh, i guess so… i still had another thing planned for you guys…” he trails off. “but! i guess we can save that for this afternoon!” he claps, telling them all to be back after lunch. you giggle to yourself at his optimism.
the three of them pack their things up hastily and scurry out.
“thanks for getting us out early, sensei." megumi nods at you, nobara smiling by his side.
yuji trails behind them slightly, jogging to catch up with his friends after being the slowest to gather his things. “you’re the best!” he grins in your direction, shutting the door behind him.
turning around to face satoru, you see he’s already leaning back against his desk, a lazy smile painted across his soft features. “i can't wait to teach them next year,” you ponder aloud. “they have a lot of potential.”
you walk towards satoru, who snickers. “all thanks to their great teacher, gojo satoru.”
“ah, right,” you mock. “whatever you say, babe.” in an attempt to kiss him, you tiptoe up to reach his lips. but, just as you get close to his face—
buzz.
it feels like your body is slowing down faster than you can process or control. so much so that you can't even attempt to touch your husband. this man has just activated his infinity to, what, tease you?
“satoruuuuu—” you whine.
he shakes his head firmly. “nope,” he says, popping the p. “say please.”
“you’re not serious.” your jaw falls agape. how could he be denying you a kiss?
“deadly so, sweetheart,” he smirks.
pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “i am not saying please just to give you a kiss, satoru.” and you’re not! you’re not going to let him win this time.
“fine by me,” he shrugs, utterly nonchalant. “no kiss then.”
“what?” you scoff. he’s unbelievable. you know he relishes in being able to rile you up. “no, that’s not fair.”
“it so is,” he smirks casually. “you want to kiss me? then say please.”
“fine, whatever…" you grumble, muttering under your breath. "please…”
“sorry?” satoru cups a hand around his ear, leaning forward closer to you. “couldn’t hear you.”
“you’re so annoying.” you roll your eyes, but you can feel his charms working on you as each second elapses. “fine. please,” you say, louder this time so he has no choice but to hear your words.
“hmm…” he taps a finger against his chin. “please what?”
“oh my god, you’re kidding.” he’s kidding, right?
“nuh-uh, i don’t play like that.”
you huff, but at the end of the day, you do want to kiss his pretty lips. so, you give in to his antics. “please, can i kiss you, satoru?”
“as you wish.”
another buzz as he releases his technique, then he dips down and presses his lips to yours. they’re warm and soft and you practically melt into his touch, sliding your hands over his chest. he pulls you closer by the waist and you hum in satisfaction against his mouth.
when you pull away, you’re smiling at each other like two teenagers in love.
“see?” he raises his eyebrows. “that wasn’t so hard.”
“you’re insufferable.” you lightly slap his shoulder and he clutches it far too dramatically. the two of you laugh together before he presses a flurry of chaste kisses against your face—first your forehead, then your cheeks, then back to your lips.
“you love me.”
and you can’t deny it, really. you truly do.
okay, so maybe he does sometimes use his technique for non-jujutsu related tasks. and maybe it was more often than he’d like to admit to anyone else. but they didn't need to know the details. satoru was more than content to use his limitless for you whenever you needed it.
however many times the higher-ups scold him, he will gladly take the consequences if it means he can make you happy.
asking bf!megumi to swim with you but you end up making out and your mum, dad!naoya, godfathers toji and satoru catch a view.
-
its a late afternoon, you just got back in the house for dinner after tanning by the pool for a few hours and getting a steam room session in. you sit on the counter waiting for your mum to finish making dinner when the doorbell rings, you open it, to no ones surprise its your bf!megumi.
“HII i didn’t know you were coming”
“you would’ve if you checked your phone”
“whoops sorry megs gotta get my tan in and i don’t want my phone overheating”
“can tell. you’re just as sweaty as me”
“how was the run?”
“nothing new it’s was fine”
your mum peeks from the stove
“megumi stay for dinner?”
“if that’s okay”
“of course it is come sit”
the dinner goes by slowly. satoru’s just talking about everything and nothing at the same time, toji’s listening, judging and makes snarky remarks when he gets the chance, your mum and dad,naoya are kind of in their own world but somehow involved in the conversation going on. your mum absolutely lovesss megumi in her own little way while your dad cares about him by interrogating him
“so you just finished a run megumi?”
“yeah”
“distance?”
“about 10k”
and your dad, naoya just nods slightly while gojo scoffs
“i could do that”
“yea but you wouldn’t”
“i.. wouldn’t”
-
after dinner while your mum is loading the dishwasher you stand next to her looking out the window at the pool. the fluorescent blue being emitted from the pool while the moonlight reflects on the water
“why don’t you go out for a swim?”
while your dad is more disapproving thinking you should get some rest
“haven’t you had enough of that today?”
“nu uh daddy i was just tanning”
“that seems.. pointless”
you roll your eyes and glance at your mum giving her a look
“you just don’t get it dad”
you glance at megumi still sat on the dinner table just listening but not involved in toji and gojo’s conversation looking bored out of his mind but also kind of amused in his own way.
“gumiii, wanna swim?”
he looks at you for a second while you plead with your irresistible puppy dog eyes and beg
“..okay but stop doing that”
you don’t even think twice before rushing up and changing into the first bikini in your drawer.
“HURRYY MEGS!!”
your dad exhales quietly
“of course..”
you’re too excited and rush upstairs, change quickly. just as you finish getting changed megumi knocks on your closet door.
“come innn. i’m pretty there’s a pair of trunks you or yuji left from last time with nobara in the third drawer”
he slides down, back towards the wall while he takes a slow drag from his blueberry mint while you do your final prep on your hair putting some products in to reduce breakage before leaning down to him signaling you want a hit. he doesn’t hesitate and feeds it to your lips but after inhaling you tilt your head and chase his, bringing your lips together while you slowly exhale for him to take in.
“not bad megs. way better than that disgusting menthol you had a few weeks ago. hurry up n change i wanna swim soon”
“thought you’d like this one. okay get out now”
you look up at him playfully, and in a teasing tone -
“and if i don’t..?”
he rolls his eyes but doesn’t mean it
“no swimming”
“ughh fine”
you rush down the stairs and sit down by the edge of the pool just watching how the ripples of water carry the light. its quiet, your feet have been in to the point where the water’s just nice now. megumi comes down and sees you by the pool. you don’t see him, because he’s not walking out. he slips into the shadows, moves across and appears right behind you. before you can react.. he shoves you in.
“MEGUMI”
“we were going in anyway”
you splash the water at him immediately
“you’re so annoying”
“you’re smiling”
an hour goes by you don’t even notice you’re too busy trying to dunk him and try swim away while he just walks after you and you definitely cling onto him more than once so he cant move but he doesn’t mind even though he pretends to act annoyed. just.. messing around
your mums been outside most of the time sitting by the table just outside on her phone but also watching you and megumi before your dad comes out and joins her
“they’re loud”
“she is, but she’s having fun”
after a while megumi sits out on the chair you usually tan on and he sees on the table next to it a book and some sunnies you left from earlier. he wipes his hands dry on the towel and picks up your book, ‘the great gatsby’ and sunnies even though its dark because they look nice, course they do , you picked them out and they’re gentle monster. he tries to read, but his eyes keep drifting, to you. gojo’s sat down on the chair adjacent to his and notices it immediately
“you’re not reading are you megumi”
“i am”
“you’ve been on the same page for six minutes”
he tries to find an excuse but of course toji counters it
“i’m thinking”
“about the book?”
megumi pauses. gojo teases
“don’t think just because you’re wearing sunglasses i won’t know where you’re looking.. speaking from experience”
megumi just huffs. your mum sets some drinks down on the table next to him, glances at you, then at him and just smiles.
“she’s cute, isn’t she?”
“..mhm”
he’s quiet but honest about it. gojo immediately pushes
“OHH YOU’RE WHIPPED BUD”
“we’re dating”
“..mm you’re still done for”
megumi exhales slightly but doesn’t deny it because even he knows he’s done and dusted when it comes to you.
after a while its already midnight, the adults go in and its just you and megumi now. he doesn’t stay out long before he’s right there with you in the pool again. he’s standing by the side with his arms on the edge of the pool. you swim closer
“you’re still mean for that push”
“you laughed”
“still mean.”
he looks at you and you properly look at him now. his well built figure, lean arms, broad shoulders, and a set of abs you just wanna bite off like a chocolate bar. you start to get shy and look up when you realize you aren’t the best at hiding your gaze. he just flashes a small smile
“come here”
daniel caesar’s ‘disillusioned’ still playing softly somewhere in the background from your jbl speaker. he’s so tall he pulled you in so close to the point where you have to look up at him into his already half-lidded green eyes. he doesn’t stop there and neither do you he pulls and pulls while you etch closer until you’re skin to skin. he leaned down to find your lips while his hands found their way to the back of your knees lifting you up and into him so you wrap your legs around his trimmed torso and dangle your arms over his shoulders while your hands lightly rub his back with scars of reminders from mistakes not to make during a mission, all without breaking the kiss. he tilted his head, to get a better angle and deepening the kiss.
-
inside, in the upstairs living room the adults are still awake. lights are on - just dimmed. toji’s spread on the sofa watching a race while gojo’s scooped up some (of your) ice cream he found at the back of the freezer while your mums doing her own thing as your dad walks out to get a drink. just as he heads to the liquor cabinet by the window he sees-
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
everyone looks back at him but only your mum breaks the silence
“naoya?”
satoru just silently heads over to him creeping up from behind
“HAHA NO WAY THEY’RE STILL IN THERE”
toji follows and when he sees it he just huffs before your mum finally catches a glimpse of the scene and lets out a small giggle
“they’re just kids nao”
“that doesn’t look like kid behavior to me”
“let them have a moment”
“he better not mess it up”
“he wont”
“i need a drink”
gojo chimes back in
“megumi’s neverrr beating the “gone soft” allegations”
its nearly 1 am when you and megumi decide to finally get out of the pool and go back up. you’re already super exhausted from the whole day so you quickly shower and head back out for some water. just as you bring the glass to your lips your mum steps out already smiling, not a loud one but knowing.
“good swim?”
“it was fun the water was great”
she hums
“‘great’ seems like the appropriate word to use”
you immediately look up at her, eyes wide confused about what she could possibly mean. she tilts her head slightly. still smiling you blink slowly
“what are you getting at..”
“..mm nothing”
“..mummy”
“we saw from the window”
she shifts her gaze to the large glass panel behind you. you cover your face instantly.
“..you’re kidding me”
“nope.”
“..oh my god”
you turn away now embarrassed beyond belief
“.. sure looked like you were having “fun””
you groan
“please stop talking”
-
you grab your water and start heading back down the hallway to your room. you walk in, megumi’s already asleep on your bed, exhausted from the run and the extended swim. you try to slip into your bed carefully but just the mattress dipping is enough to wake him up. the second you settle he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in slightly. his voice low and sleepy
“where’d you go”
“just to turn the lights off and get some water.. and talked to my mum”
“about?”
you reach under your pillow for your kiwi passionfruit vape to brace yourself for the embarrassment of just thinking about it
“oh you know nothing, nothing much just the usual stuff she asked how the swim was then she said theyallsawusfromthewindow haha.”
he’s processing using everything he has while he’s already half asleep but for the love of god just can’t understand what you just mumbled so he sits up
“..what”
you freeze
“nothing..”
“no- what did you say”
“errrmm they all saw us”
silence. he reaches over you to get to your bedside table opening the drawer and grabbing his blueberry mint he left in there when he went to get changed earlier after dinner
“..ohh yeah”
“wait YOU KNEW?”
he shifts abit, still holding you
“yeah i thought you did too the windows right there”
“and you didn’t care??”
“i care”
a beat.
“just not enough to move”
“you’re actually insane”
his large, wrapped arms tighten around you bridging whatever gap was previously there before letting his head rest in the space between your neck and shoulders
“sleep. its late”
“we’re dealing with that in the morning bee tee dubs”
he lifts his head just for a second for one thing and one thing only. to press a kiss to your forehead before he drifts back off
“the morning can wait”
and the room goes quiet again.
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m.list!!
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a/n: oh days i’ve missed this so much sorry for slumping guys i’ve been running out of ideas but take a look at the ideas list i posted yesterday on my page and help me out w how the story should go!! enjoy!!
decided to do this fic first from my list from @belchyra and megumi’s flavor is based off of @t0j11 ‘s suggestion n i think its fitting
