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ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is shy around you, sukuna’s gf
“behave, brat. don’t crawl all over her when she’s here.” ryomen looks at an excited yuji, who’s bouncing off the walls in the living room.
“i’m excited! i wanna see her, i wanna see her! when’s she coming over?” he shouts, referring to you, his older brother’s girlfriend.
right as yuji asks, the doorbell rings, and he runs while shouting, “she’s here, she’s—“
on the porch, you hear muffled yelling inside from a high-pitched voice, most likely from sukuna’s little brother yuji. quietly, you tap your floor against the wood and hum to yourself, when the door opens with a click.
and the picture is a sight to see. sukuna’s hand lies on the door handle, and the other on a pink tuft of hair belonging to little yuji.
the boy’s cheeks pinken as you look at him and crouch down to his level, “hi there, i’m your brother’s girlfriend! i’ve heard a lot about you, you’re yuji, right?”
his eyes widen and he nods, “i’m… i’m yuji…” his voice quieter than usual.
ryomen’s eyebrow raises in confusion. normally his brother would be running around and asking guests questions, especially when first getting to know them, but he’s acting different.
but when his thoughts gather, and the thought renders in his mind, he scoffs with a smile and ruffles yuji’s hair.
the rest of the time is filled with you asking yuji questions as he shyly answers and hides behind sukuna, but occasionally he’ll peek out from behind and look at you with big, curious eyes.
and eventually, he puts a hand over his mouth to cover it, to try and whisper to sukuna, “she’s too pretty for you…”
sukuna’s head whips around, “what?!” as you cackle at the boy’s audacity, then he turns to you, “and what are you laughing at?!”
“it’s true though! she’s pretty and funny, and you’re… you’re big and mean!” yuji’s eyebrows furrow with determination, and sukuna rolls his eyes and lightly flicks his forehead, “i’m better!” he says while his hand cups his forehead.
“i’m an amazing boyfriend to her, brat.” sukuna pokes at his brother’s chubby cheeks, trying to aggravate him more.
you smile, “you are.”
the room becomes quieter, and ryomen places a small, soft kiss on your lips. his hand reaches out to yours and he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
but yuji crawls across his lap, onto yours. he rests his head on your shoulder, unpleased with how little attention he’s getting.
your eyes widen as it’s a switch from how he’s been acting for most of your visit, but you give in and rub your hand down his small back, and he wraps his tiny arms around your neck.
you don’t see the small smirk he sends to sukuna, and how his tongue sticks out as his eyebrows furrow.
sukuna notices.
gosh, yuji’s such a brat.
thought this was cute soo yeah
yuji’s really young so maybe a kindergartener and has a cute little crush on reader! sukuna catches it but obvi reader does not reciprocate yuji’s feelings, ryo’s her bf :)
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papa!kuna overhears your son's friends making comments about you and decides to remind them very quickly whose house they’re in.
the kitchen is warm with the quiet clatter of dishes and the soft hum of the refrigerator. sunlight spills through the window above the sink, lighting the counter where you’re slicing fruit and setting out small bowls.
from the living room comes the chaotic noise of a video game. shouting, laughing, the rapid clicking of controllers.
your son has friends over again. you lean slightly around the corner, raising your voice just enough to be heard over the tv.
“what do you guys want for lunch?”
“gyudon!” one of them calls instantly.
another groans. “not gyudon again, man.”
“burgers,” someone else says. “burgers would be good.”
your son sighs loudly. “anything but rice.”
you laugh under your breath and wipe your hands on a towel.
“okay. burgers it is. i need to grab a few things from the store though.” you slip your shoes on near the door. “i’ll be right back.”
a distracted chorus of “okay” and “yeah” follows you as you step outside and shut the door behind you.
the house settles into the background noise of the game. on the screen, characters run across a battlefield. one of the boys leans back against the couch and stretches his arms.
“your mom’s fine as fuck”
your son barely reacts at first, eyes still on the screen.
another boy snorts. “yeah, seriously.”
a third laughs quietly. “no wonder your dad is always on her.”
that gets a few chuckles.
“i mean, i get it,” one of them continues, glancing toward the kitchen even though you are gone. “if my wife looked and had a body like that i wouldn’t leave her alone either.”
your son’s character stops moving. the sound of the game continues but his controller slowly lowers in his hands. he turns his head.
“yo,” he says.
his voice is calm but tight around the edges.
“watch the way you’re talking about my mom.”
one of the boys shrugs. “what? it was a compliment.”
“it didn’t sound like one.”
the room grows quiet for a moment. then the front door opens. none of them notice at first. heavy footsteps move through the entryway. a tall figure stops at the edge of the living room.
“cut what out?”
the voice is deep. low. all four boys freeze. they turn their heads.
sukuna stands there, broad shoulders filling the doorway, one hand resting lazily against the frame. his expression is calm but his eyes are sharp in a way that makes the air feel suddenly heavier. “repeat it,” he says quietly.
no one speaks.
your son shifts uncomfortably. the other boys stare at the floor. sukuna’s gaze moves across them slowly.
“i asked a question.”
one of the boys finally mutters, “it was nothing, sir.”
sukuna steps into the room. each step is unhurried, controlled. “nothing,” he repeats. he stops beside the couch, looking down at them.
“i heard enough.”
his voice never rises, which somehow makes it worse.
“you’re in my house. sitting on my furniture. eating my food.” his eyes narrow slightly. “and you think it’s acceptable to talk about my wife like that?”
the boys shake their heads quickly.
“no, sir.”
sukuna studies them for a moment, then speaks again.
“let me make something very clear.” the room feels smaller.
“you don’t speak about women like that. not in my house. not anywhere if you have any sense in your heads.”
one of the boys swallows.
“she is my wife. she is the mother of my child.” sukuna’s gaze flicks briefly toward his son before returning to the others. “show some respect.”
“yes, sir.”
“understood?”
a chorus of nervous agreement fills the room. “yes mr. ryomen”
sukuna exhales slowly through his nose, irritation still clear in his expression. “good.”
right then the front door opens again.
“wait,” your voice calls from the entryway. “i forgot my wallet.” you step inside, already reaching for the counter where you left it. as you walk into the living room you notice the silence immediately. four boys sitting stiffly.
sukuna standing in front of them like a statue. you blink.
“what happened in here?”
your son looks like he wants to disappear into the couch. sukuna glances at you. the sharpness in his expression softens just slightly.
“nothing important,” he says.
you look between them again, suspicious but not pushing it. “...okay.”
you grab your wallet and head back toward the door. “i’ll actually be right back this time. don’t destroy the house while i’m gone.”
one of the boys practically salutes. “yes ma’am.” the door closes behind you. the boys slowly look back at sukuna. he is still staring at them.
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
now playing♫ what you know by two door cinema club
husband!atsumu x gn!reader
in which you and atsumu get into an argument
content: fluff, post-argument, no angst
word count: 636 words
The house had been silent for hours after your screaming match with Atsumu. You didn't even remember what the argument was about. The only thing you remembered was when Atsumu started raising his voice, you did too.
In all honesty, you weren’t even upset with him. Atsumu came home after what you could assume was only a horrible and tedious practice, while you had an intensely stressful day at work. All you wanted to do when you returned home was to finish reading your book and bask in the silence. Clearly, you and Atsumu handled stress differently, since he was all over you the minute he set foot through the door.
He didn’t take it lightly when you asked him to leave you alone. Atsumu obviously didn’t realize how tense your shoulders were and how sunken in your eyes looked to register that you were most likely just as stressed as he was, but he was blinded by exhaustion and simply thought you were dismissing him. So that’s when it began. He accused you of not caring and raised his voice while you were fully confused and started raising yours as well. Now that you had time to yourself and reflect, you realized how stupid you two were being. This could have been resolved in 5 minutes, but almost an hour had passed, and Atsumu had stormed off and slammed the door to your shared bedroom as you stayed on the couch and continued reading your book.
Maybe if you two acted like the adults you were and talked through it, you wouldn't be giving each other the silent treatment. But with how stressed the two of you had been lately, some alone time would do good for both of you.
However, the alone time lasted shortly when you heard the door of your bedroom open and close, and Atsumu’s heavy footsteps treaded down the hallway. He sat down on the farthest end of the couch. It wasn't too big, so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. The way he pouted and crossed his arms as he waited for you to acknowledge him. How cute.
“I’m still mad at ya…” He mumbled as he turned to face you, your face still buried in the pages of your book.
“Are you?” You queried.
“Yes.” He answered back.
“So why are you talking to me?”
You fought back a giggle as your response seemed to shut him up quickly. Now, you were just trying to see how long it would take for him to drop the act instead of apologizing. You knew you didn’t have to wait long. And you were right, as not even a second later, Atsumu threw his head back with a groan and tugged at his hair.
”I can’t take this anymore!”
He grabbed the book that was in your hands and tossed it across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist, and he began peppering wet kisses all across your face. “Atsumu!” You yelped with a laugh, attempting to push him away from you but ultimately failing.
He continued to smother you in wet kisses, mumbling short apologies in between his pecks as he slowly climbed on top of you and pressed all of his body weight against you.“’M sorry, baby…” He apologized once again. “Been so stressed lately.” He pecked your cheek. “Took it out on ya like a dumbass..” He pecked the crevice of your neck.
You didn't answer, just simply cupped his cheeks in your hands and gently caressed his face before pressing a small kiss on his soft lips. He froze before smiling and returning the kiss, his teeth slightly clashing against yours. “I’d rather be stressed with ya than stressed and alone.”
