you and Ryland's life on Erid!: can be read as a continuation to this fic
contents: FLUFF, everyone is happy, amaze amaze I lub them
“Ryland,” you murmured. The sound of waves from outside almost covered it up, your voice barely over a whisper. “What do you think we’d be doing if we were still on Earth?” Your hand found the strands of his hair that poked over onto his neck, slowly gliding your fingers up and through them to scratch his scalp. He’d always loved that, ever since you woke up on the ship.
A hum sounded from beside you, low and gravelly with the laziness of a late night woven through it. “That depends. Did we meet each other or am I still a single nerd who never uses his kitchen and exclusively eats pizza bagels?”
You pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. His skin was smooth, still tan despite the lack of UV rays in your new sky. He looked just like your brilliant scientist from Earth, the one who taught you about astrophage, about the mission you’d signed up for.
The one that was forced to come with you.
“Let’s say we found each other. What would we be doing?”
He pulled you closer into his side. Warm breath hit the shell of your ear, “Well, technically we’d be like, 25 years older than we are right now, so I’d probably be yelling at someone to get off my lawn-”
You swatted at him. “Oh my god, Ryland.”
He laughed beside you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and closing his eyes. “S’too late for us to think about Earth and then get some ungodly craving for food that doesn’t exist within 15 light years of here. Just go to sleep.”
He wasn’t wrong. The food situation here was bleak, to say the least. You closed your eyes, letting yourself bask in the silence of night, the waves outside softly carrying their sound through the window.
“I love you,” you heard him whisper after a few minutes of silence with the ocean. A hand rubbed down your back, little scratches placed underneath your shoulder blades. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you here with me.” It was low, a confession of sorts. He didn’t make those often; Ryland was an unserious guy most of the time. His humor was part of what you loved about him, but hearing him talk to you like this always made you feel the most loved.
You let out a sigh into his neck, pressing a kiss there and nuzzling in closer; it was your way of responding. You liked touching more than he did, and he knew exactly how you said “I love you too.” A little tap tap tap or a hand rubbing down his back told him everything he needed to know.
Ryland held you tighter, a hand moving from your back to rub over your stomach. He turned his head, “You still doin’ okay?”
He was worried about you, not in an impending doom sense, but there weren’t any human OBGYN’s on Erid so of course he was nervous. You were only in your second trimester, but there wasn’t much time left before you’d have to give birth with zero medical professionals who knew about human anatomy or could actually touch you (except Armando, but was he even programmed for that?).
Rocky had told you that the medical professionals of Erid were starting to learn more about humans, and maybe they could be on standby if anything went wrong. He was ecstatic about the whole thing.
“Grace performed human breeding ritual, question? There is small human now.”
It was a (fake) sunny day when Rocky noticed the little clump of cells growing inside of you, and of course, being a scientist, he had questions. It was apparent that Ryland could not physically answer him, face turning into a tomato.
Rocky could basically ultrasound his way into your uterus, which was incredibly useful from a medical standpoint, and it meant he could show you what the baby looked like with his little crystal gun.
“Amaze, amaze. Small human soon. Amaze. Rocky tell science Eridians, scientists help. Rocky tell Adrian too. Adrian will have much excitement.”
Your days were slower now, nights ending earlier so that you could rest. Pregnancy wiped you out, and what really sucked was the meburger dilemma.
“Babe, are you not hungry? I know we have this every day but I mean, come on it’s a burger-“
You plugged your nose, waving your hand at him from across the kitchen. “Ryland Grace get that thing away from me right now or I swear to God I’ll vomit on you.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “My bad, sorry. You’ll never see it again.” He tossed the container back into the fridge. “As long as you don’t open the fridge.”
You were not happy about the meburger dilemma, but Rocky got some of the “human nutrition experts” on making some food that wouldn’t turn your stomach inside out. Now you stare longingly across the living room at Ryland’s meburgers as you sip your nutrient slushies. They taste like salt water.
You’d always wanted to be a mother someday, you just didn’t know that it would be on an alien planet… with aliens. Very nice aliens that you loved, but aliens nonetheless.
You missed home, Ryland could tell. He’d catch you staring into space sometimes, a pout on your lips and a furrow in your eyebrows. You wanted your mom, you wanted her to tell you all of the things that she did when she was pregnant with you. You wanted to tell your friends from college that you’d found a handsome scientist in space and decided to have a baby. You didn’t know that you’d make it this far, and it was wonderful.
But also a little sad.
Ryland’s eyes were closed next to you, hand still resting on your belly. The waves outside lulled you closer to sleep as you snuggled into his warmth. “I’m doin’ okay.”
He rubbed his thumb over your sleep shirt in response and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Good,” he whispered, half asleep. “Gotta make sure my girls are good.”
The two of you were basically asleep, tangled up in each other in that methodical way that only came from experience. It was your own way of watching each other sleep, a comfort the two of you found after leaving the Hail Mary and finding yourselves alone at night after all those years. You wondered how Rocky felt seeing Adrian again after all their years apart; you wondered if you could be apart from the man next to you for that long.
Funny, it took a death-trip out to space to find the person you’d spend the rest of your life with. You thought about the people on Earth, all the births and deaths and anniversaries and lunch breaks that were taking place as you laid there. You thought about how old your parents would be and what your mom was cooking for dinner.
You rubbed over your belly once more, catching Ryland’s fingers with your own. They found their way to this spot a lot, protecting what was theirs.
Of all of the lives this kid could have, you thought that life on Erid maybe wasn’t such a bad option.
Rocky gets worried about you when he’s watching you sleep and gets Ryland ;)
(i've also written this as a possible continuation to this fic)
contents: FLUFF, a little hurt/comfort
warnings: maybe one curse word, vomit, discussions of the menstrual cycle
note: I know that the French memory wipe thing is only given to Ryland in the book and that’s why he can’t remember, but it’s more fun to write that they both can’t remember so that’s how it’s gonna be in here!
It was quiet on the ship - obviously, it was space - but quieter than usual. The banter of a long lab session or the teasing that came from you and Rocky anytime Ryland tried to pilot Mary was gone.
You were asleep, and of course Rocky had to watch you. It was a normal thing at this point. One person went to sleep, one person semi-watched and semi-worked (unless it was Rocky, he normally just watched), and one person did whatever they wanted in the rest of the ship. Sometimes the two of you slept together with Rocky watching you to save time, but the Taumoeba needed almost around the clock “care” at this point, so here you were.
The two of you were… something. Definitely emotionally entangled, but he wasn’t quite sure yet. The two of you woke up like that, knowing that you should be close, so he wasn’t going to question it. Maybe you would remember something at some point and know how to classify it.
He hoped so.
Rocky was very quiet when you slept, quieter than he was when he was watching Ryland. He thought it might be because you’re a woman; maybe the Eridian equivalent of the female sex was more fragile when they slept, but it never failed to make his heart squeeze a bit when he would walk in on you sleeping and see Rocky ever so still in the corner.
Ryland was in the control room learning what more of the buttons did when he heard the skittering of Rocky’s xenonite ball across the floor. Maybe you were awake earlier than normal.
“Rocky need help,” the little voice of the computer chimed. “(Name) not good. Temperature elevated, unusual muscle movements. Still sleep.”
Ryland’s brow furrowed as he climbed out of the seat. Rocky looked jittery, something that wasn’t common unless he was excited or nervous… but something told him this wasn’t excitement. “What do you mean, bud? Is she hurting?” Ryland followed Rocky’s rolling through the lab, stopping at the entrance to the sleep chamber.
“Seem in pain, 🎶 present. Rocky not notice this during most sleep, not normal for humans.”
“I don’t understand that one, Rock. What’s present?”
“Word for liquid on human skin. Come out of human skin when hot.”
Ryland nodded, typing in “sweat” on the computer as he passed by. That probably wasn’t good, you could have a fever.
Rocky’s ball continued its journey into the “bedroom,” stopping by your sleeping body on the mattress. You were sprawled out across the bed, hair a mess around your head as your chest moved up and down in weird, shallow breaths.
Gosh darn it, Ryland thought, stepping closer and crouching down next to your head. He put the back of his hand up to your forehead, a little hot. He needed to wake you up.
Hands found your shoulders, gently shaking you to make sure you weren’t scared awake. Rocky sat patiently in his ball a couple feet away, intently staring.
Your eyes fluttered open, a small groan leaving your lips. “Hm,” you said, eyes still halfway shut. “What is it.”
Ryland’s hand went back up to your forehead, quickly stopping on your cheeks as well, and he spoke. “You’ve got a fever, we gotta figure out what’s wrong.” You stayed still as he held you steady, having zero reaction. “Do you feel okay?”
You stared at him, deadpanning, “No, I feel like shit.”
Funny, Armando didn’t catch this before Rocky did. Surely if it was an infection or illness he would have done something. You didn’t seem very worried, though. Maybe you were still asleep.
“Okay, well let’s go through the list so we can figure this out-“
You put your hand on top of his where he was holding your shoulder. “Ryland, it’s okay. I’m pretty sure I just started my period.”
Ryland stared at you. “Oh.” A couple of seconds passed of the two of you just staring at each other. “Wait, that can give you a fever?”
You nodded, raising your eyebrows in a yea I know, it’s bullshit, and Rocky skittered next to you. “What is wrong, question. Rocky worried.”
You opened your mouth to speak but winced before you could say anything. “Ryland, get me a bag please,” you said, eyes wide with urgency.
“Rocky no understand. (Name) is okay, question. Why elevated temperature, question.”
“I’ll explain it in a minute, Rock, just lemme do this real quick!” Ryland yelled from the corner of the room, quickly coming back with a clear bag that you snatched from his hand and immediately vomited into. A warm hand found your back, rubbing circles as you breathed. A few seconds passed, head still aimed for the bag. You were waiting to see if there was more.
“You okay?” Ryland asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nodded.
“Yeah, it happens sometimes. It’s fine, I just haven’t gotten one this bad in space before,” you said, wiping your face and closing the bag to contain the remnants of your last meal.
“Rocky no understand. Grace explain.”
Ryland took the bag from you and let you lay back down, giving your back another rub. “Sure, bud. Female humans uh,” how do I word this, “they grow our children inside of them instead of laying eggs like you do.” He looked up at Rocky just sitting there. It felt like he was getting a stare, a very intense stare.
Ryland was uncomfortable.
“Because they don’t lay eggs, the eggs stay inside of them, but if they don’t get fertilized then they have to leave the body - hey do you want meds?” Ryland was looking down at you still curled up next to where he was sitting on the bed. You nodded and he squeezed your arm. “Painkillers!” he yelled at the sky, Armando quickly showing up with a little plastic cup that had two pills.
He grabbed it and some water, turning back to Rocky as he handed them to you. “When the eggs leave the body, they take some tissue and blood from the reproductive organs with them and the body has to force it out. It can be painful.”
Rocky shifted in his orb, “Egg leave (Name), question? Hurt.”
“Yea,” Ryland responded, “It hurts, but she’ll be okay.” He turned to you, eyes playful. “You’ll be okay, right? This is just a bad one?”
You nodded, setting the bag of water down. “Yea, I don’t know why it’s like this. Sorry I almost vomited on you.”
He laughed, “It’s okay, I already vomited on myself when I first woke up.” He got up, throwing the vomit bag in your makeshift trash bin for the room and shutting the lock to the room. You heard footsteps walking back towards you. “Hey Rock, you can get some work done if you want. I’ll stay with her.” You felt the bed dip behind you.
“Rocky stay here, watch Grace sleep. Human mates sleep together, Rocky stay to protect.”
You could feel the hesitation in Ryland’s body behind you, the way he tensed at the statement, but you closed your eyes. You wanted to know what he’d say, how he’d categorize what you had. It was unique, and you didn’t have a name for it, or at least the two of you hadn’t talked about it yet.
His voice was soft. “Yea- yea, okay Rock, you stay. I’ll take a nap.” A hand found your hair, pulling it back from your face, and he lowered his voice for you. “You okay over there? Need anything?”
You shook your head, feeling the warmth of him against your back. “I’m okay.” You turned around to face him, still curled up to stop some of the pain. “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”
His eyes met yours as you took off his glasses to set them on the floor. “Of course. Just- wake me up if you need to vomit again. I’ll get you a bag.”
You laughed, letting your head lay back down. “Will do, partner.”
Mate. Rocky was probably more perceptive than the two of you may have thought. He didn’t know about human customs, but he’s been married(ish) for- who knows how long. Of course he could tell. The two of you could talk about it later, maybe when some random memory eventually pops up in your brains.
You let your eyes flutter shut again, feeling more at ease with the warmth of Ryland’s body resting across from you. His hand was smoothing over your hair, and that lulled you closer to sleep as the soft pitter patter of Rocky’s building materials echoed from behind you.
Maybe being stuck in space wasn’t so bad.
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you guys I just read the book and went to see the movie in less than a week and am obsessed so of course I had to write for my favorite molecular biologist turned astronaut <3
aged up!Yuji x reader: you and Yuji are on a mission when you get hit by a mysterious curse nobody has heard of before…
contents: hurt/comfort, smutttttt, use of y/n, sex pollen trope ;)
Warnings: cursing, SEX THERE’S SEX MDNI
“It is not that serious, Yuji.”
“Obviously it is, how am I supposed to go see Human Earthworm 7 without my movie buddy?”
You snorted from beside Yuji as you took a bite of a seasonal 7/11 sakura bun. The two of you were back to looking for cursed objects, child’s play in comparison to what you’d been doing since you were teenagers, but they didn’t have anyone else for it, and why not? It had been so long since either of you had been on a mission that wasn’t a death sentence.
This time you were going to some old office building, and right now you and Yuji were walking there from the train station arguing about his stupid human earthworm franchise. You were his movie buddy; you’d been going to the theatre with him since you’d transferred to Jujutsu High 7 years ago, but now the two of you were grown up.
Still movie buddies, just with less time.
“I just think that the concept is-” you paused, thinking. “More out there than I’m willing to believe.”
Yuji scoffed beside you. “Oh, okay. But Spiderman is fine?”
“Spiderman isn’t a worm.”
“HE’S A SPIDER.”
You liked an easy mission every once in a while; it was nice to not have to worry about ridiculously overpowered sorcerers and just get to exorcise a couple of curses. You could sense that Yuji felt the same. It was a good day for this. Sun streamed through the leaves of the trees above you as you walked next to him, his pink hair just a little brighter in the light. These were the kinds of days that you knew he loved; they matched his personality.
“No, that’s different. He was bitten by a spider; he’s not just walking around as a human-sized spider like yours. And yours is slimy-”
“But it’s romantic!”
You facepalmed. Whatever, you knew you couldn’t convince him anyway.
It only took a few more minutes of lighthearted squabbling before you met your destination. It was definitely an old building, showing time-weathered stains on the concrete exterior. You didn’t know much about the mission, as always, the higher-ups were unnecessarily vague, but they told Yuji that he’d “know it when he saw it?”
You were just hoping that you wouldn’t waste this beautiful day searching a nasty office space for something you wouldn’t be able to recognize.
As the two of you climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, everything felt peaceful. Yes it was creepy, but that was normal, and that meant you had no issues with Yuji wanting to split up so that you could cover ground faster.
“Should I take the cubicles and you can look in those conference rooms?” Yuji asked, surveying the place as you entered. “I really don’t know what I’m looking for here, but it might save time.”
You nodded in agreement. Yuji was an optimistic mission partner, and you loved doing these with him. You knew he’d have your back, put any amount of effort necessary into finishing the job, and that was nice. You admired him for it. You’d admired him for lots of things since the two of you became friends, and deep down you knew that those feelings of admiration were maybe… something else.
But that didn’t matter! The two of you were friends, good friends. And you didn’t want that to get ruined.
The two of you did your good-luck handshake and split up, you heading towards the conference rooms and Yuji towards the cubicles and offices.
You walked down the hallway, surveying the doors. Nothing looked odd, you’d had to exorcise a small curse on the way in, but you didn’t see anything else lurking around. Guess this one will be easy.
You turned the door handle to one of the rooms, walking in and immediately being hit with the dustiness of an old room that nobody had stepped foot in for months, or years. It was all over the chairs and table, floating in the air and being made visible by the rays of sunlight coming from a small window in the corner. You followed the pretty golden light across the room, and- oh shit.
It was a massive curse; you hadn’t seen one of this size in quite a while. It took up the better half of the dark side of the room, stocky arms and legs slowly uncurling from underneath itself as it fixed its eyes on you. You quickly pulled out one of your cursed weapons but the dust caught your eye again.
You’d initially thought it was a trick of the light, but this dust was definitely tinted red…
You looked up at the curse once more, seeing the salmon color of its skin and engorged eyeballs as it lumbered towards you. Maybe it's got something to do with this thing? You didn’t really care, it was just important to get on and exorcise it.
A quick slash of your sword (it was your favorite to use; so fun!) and the curse was old news. Well, most of it was old news. As soon as it was hit, a massive plume of those red flakes erupted from it.
You put your sword up, quickly wiping off any grime on your shirt before sheathing it back, and bending down to inspect the red laying on the floor. You picked a bit up on your fingertips. It definitely wasn’t dust. Maybe it was- oh
You felt a sharp pain in your head, something you recognized from the migraines you occasionally got, but this quickly turned different. It was a throbbing, starting in your head and leaving a dizziness in its wake that left you confused.
The dizziness quickly intensified, turning into a disorientation that you couldn’t quite place. The world was blurring at the edges of your vision. Lines that should have been sharp became fuzzy, your skin quickly acquiring the sheen of sweat that reflected the gritty fluorescent lighting coming from the ceiling tiles. Everything was hot… in a weird way.
It didn’t feel like a fever, it felt like- like molten lava was flowing between your legs. The burn turned to aching, an almost sickly sweet feeling that was so unsatisfying it made you whine, and you spun around. The dust was still in the air, little flecks of red falling around you and onto the floor. The room was covered in it, this… poison? It must be poison, you thought. With how you were feeling, there was nothing else it could be.
A whimper caught in your throat, the blooming sickness making its way up your torso. You needed to find Yuji, tell him that something was wrong, and then maybe the two of you could go home…
“Y/n?”
You looked up, pain clearly woven into your face, and did a double take. You were panting, looking Yuji up and down from where he was standing in the doorway. His hair was messed up from fighting, chest moving with the breaths he took. Little splatters of blood adorned his shirt, left over from whatever he had just exorcised. Everything was just so tight, you were so hot, and he was so-
“Hey, you okay?” Yuji asked, approaching you from the hallway. He was careful, taking cautious steps. “You look hurt, are you hurt?”
Your eyebrows furrowed and you made some pathetic little noise that a dying animal would make. The searing heat was worse, just looking at him made it worse. It was a biting pain that left you swollen and aching, and it was starting to make you lose it. All you wanted to do was fuck-
He was getting closer. “What’s wrong? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
God, you could even smell him now. It was that manly scent, musky and strong, mixed with the cologne he occasionally wore, and it was addicting. Saliva started gathering at the edges of your mouth as he stepped closer, and then he reached out to touch your arm. You whimpered and tried your hardest to pull away from him, but he was stronger than you; you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone until you knew you were okay. Dammit.
“Y/n, what is wrong? You look… sick, did something happen? You gotta talk to me.”
You gave out a little sob at the wave of heat that pooled between your legs. “Yuji, it hurts.”
He stepped back, scanning you over, frantic. “What hurts?” He took your arm again, raising it to inspect. “Did you break something?”
You shook your head. “No, it-” you groaned, “It burns Yuji, you have to help me.” You were pleading at this point. “Please help me, god, it hurts so much.”
Yuji took your face, making you look at him. He seemed so confused. “What burns, how do I help you? Do you want water?” He was about to turn around before he stopped, taking in a short breath. You looked up at his eyes and saw his pupils dilating, little flecks of red on his nose. Oh shit.
“What the fuck?” he muttered to himself, stepping back to see the dust on his sleeves.
The burning was getting worse, a heartbeat forming between your legs. The pain seeped down into your thighs and you panted. “Yuji,” you called, voice small and pleading, and he looked up.
You were so so fucking pretty, looking up at him with those pleading eyes. They were wide, glistening from the moisture that was covering them, and he couldn’t look away. Yuji had been harboring a crush on you ever since you transferred to Jujutsu High as a student, and now as grown sorcerers, those feelings were only emphasized. His eyes wandered to your heaving chest and it instantly got worse, the pain. What the fuck is that? It was melting over him, putting him in a daze, and it only got worse anytime his heart panged at the sight of you. He could smell you from where he was standing, sweet and warm and delicious, and his pants grew tighter.
You were looking up at him with so much want in your eyes despite your best efforts to control yourself. You didn’t even know if you realized what your body was doing anymore; the overwhelming need had taken over your senses, feverish and unrelenting.
“Yuji-” you couldn’t finish your sentence. He was immediately on you, pressing you against the nearest wall.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice low and husky. “Do you- does it hurt you like this?” He pressed his hand against your thigh, moving in only a little, and you nodded. Any little bit of his warmth added to yours, and you felt like you were going to explode.
“Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes snapped up to meet his, some unreadable expression on his face. It only took a second for you to nod, and his lips were on yours.
He kissed like he’d been starving for you for years, tongue licking and teeth tugging on your lip. His hand went up to your neck, pulling your face towards him. You moaned into his mouth, the wetness between your thighs only growing, burning getting stronger. You whimpered, and he pulled back.
“Hurts?” he whispered, nose knocking against yours. You nodded and he continued, “Let me help.” You looked up at him eyes wide. This was… new. You knew the two of you were cursed, poisoned, out of it, but he seemed eager. This looked like something deeper. “Please, let me help.”
Whatever he wanted from you, you decided you wanted it too.
You put your lips against his again and nodded, giving him another long, filthy kiss. It felt good, it made the ache dull, but you knew you needed more. You knew he needed more, and you were determined to give it to him.
You tugged him along, walking back to find a table, but before you could, he put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up. It was intoxicating, how close he was, how tight he was holding you. You could feel the calloused skin of his hands brushing against the back of your thighs, fingers almost burning through the fabric. Your ass hit the table and he let you down, moving his mouth to kiss your neck. You grabbed at his shirt, “Yuji, I need-”
“I know. I got you, sweetheart” he whispered into your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth before taking his fingers to the waistband of your pants. “It’ll be okay, I’m gonna help.”
You moaned as the cold air of the room hit your dripping heat. It would have been embarrassing, hell, this entire situation would have been embarrassing, but everything was too hazy for you to care.
Yuji was rock hard, and it almost hurt to slide his pants down. He kept his nose in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as you wrapped your legs around his waist. A finger pushed into you, so sensitive, and you nearly screamed at the sensation. “Yuji…”
HIs mouth widened into a grin as his finger kept pumping into you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing little circles. You moaned, hand finding his neck to pull him back up to your mouth, and he practically attacked you. He bit and tugged at your lower lip, his free hand going to stabilize the two of you on the table as he found your tongue and sucked. You could feel his dick pressing at your entrance and he groaned. “Ah- fuck.” He tipped your face away from his. “You sure you want this?”
You nodded, so frantic it was pathetic, and he looked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. There was something in there, devotion? Contentment. You didn’t care right now
He pushed his hips into yours and the both of you moaned, his long, heavy cock splitting you open as it was coated by your slick. You could feel the heat intensifying, but this time it felt good. He felt good. Yuji wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you towards him, his cock pushing deeper as you got closer.
He was just so big.
You threw your head back, letting out a high pitched whine as Yuji began thrusting into you. They were hard, long strokes that filled you to the brim, every one hitting the spongey spot in the very back of you. “Nngh.” Your moans were echoing off the walls. “Feels so good. So big.”
You were so out of it, but through the haze of sex and… whatever this was, you saw Yuji. His head was pressed into the side of your neck, inhaling you, one hand reaching up to thread through your hair. “S’helping?” he slurred into your ear, using one arm to hike your leg higher up around him as he pounded into you. Little groans were coming out of him with the pushes of his hips against yours, and the sounds went straight to the heat between your legs.
“Fuck, yes.” Your hands found their way under his shirt, nails scratching down his back. You felt him shudder at the sensation.
He placed sloppy, wet kisses all down your neck. “God damn, baby. You’re just fucking perfect aren’t you?” A particularly rough thrust punctuated his sentence, and you keened at the praise. It wasn’t like you’d secretly been fantasizing about fucking one of your close friends for years… or how his voice would sound all low and growling as he pushed inside of you.
No, definitely not.
You could hear the bump of the table against the wall mixing with the hum of an old AC unit as Yuji fucked the two of you against the old wood.
“Yuji, harder,” you murmured into his ear. One of your hands came up to thread through his hair, “Please, need it.”
Yuji grunted from where he was still kissing your neck, and then you felt a hand gathering the hair at your neck. “Yes ma’am.”
You felt the pressure from him pulling your hair, his lips capturing yours once again. His tongue dived to the back of your throat and swallowed your moans as he fucked himself harder into you, cock growing bigger and forcing its way through your folds. The burning heat of this curse was melting into something that oozed down your thighs, a satisfying sweetness that could only be created by Yuji and the thickness of him moving through your dripping core.
Yuji felt feverish, but that fever was quickly turning into a blooming pool of desire and satisfaction that he felt deep in his chest. He cared so much for you, and this wasn’t how he wanted this to go, but just looking at your face in front of him was enough to convince him that this was perfect. You were perfect, and even though he had no fucking clue what was causing this, he wasn’t mad. He pushed harder into you. Whatever she wants, she gets.
You were moaning so loudly into the empty room, tits jiggling under your uniform at every thrust. Yuji could feel your pussy sucking him in with every tug of your hair, gasps and whimpers escaping your mouth. He sucked and nipped at your neck while holding you steady against him, and the intense burning made way for something different. The ache in his chest, the haziness of the world, was getting softer. All he could see, all he could hear or feel, was you. And you were so sweet.
The way your pussy fluttered around his cock and the little baby hairs that stuck to your sweat-sheened forehead just made you more irresistible. Yuji breathed in the scent of you again. The sounds that left your mouth, all because of him, the sweetness of your skin, the juices running down your thighs and dripping onto his cock, it was all so pretty. Just looking at himself fucking into your swollen pussylips was enough to make his chest heat up in pride. A small part of him felt bad for admiring you like this, practically ogling, but the rest of him told that little voice to shut the fuck up. You wanted, needed, this too.
He could tell you were close by the way you were tightening around him with every slam of his hips against yours. Long, rough strokes were slowly turning that burn into a fuzzy sort of ecstasy. “Yuji, I’m gonna cum…” you moaned into his mouth. You sighed a little breath as he took your words to heart, taking ahold of your hips to fuck you into him.
“Yea, baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” he growled back. He was fucking close too, but he wasn’t gonna let himself fall apart. Not yet. You hummed a little affirmative noise, whining as his hips sped up and his thumb came back to your clit.
It only took a few little swirls from his finger before you came apart in his arms. “Ah- fuck, Yuji. Yuji-” you moaned as he pressed his mouth to yours, swallowing the pretty little noises that left your throat as he fucked you through your high. He could feel you pulsing around him, sucking him in so well as you started going limp in his arms.
“There ya go, so pretty cumming all over me,” Yuji praised as he moved his mouth towards your ear. His arms gripped you tighter, that little knot of feverish tension beginning to release. “Fuck, baby. You’re- ah, shit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.” His hips stuttered and he groaned into your neck. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”
You moaned into his ear at how big he was inside of you, and that did him in. He slammed into you with one final thrust before pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside of your wet heat. You whimpered, the haze of the curse that brought you here slowly fading away.
The two of you were covered in the dark red of the curse, chests heaving in the silence of the room as you held on to one another. Yuji lifted your head to look at him, “You okay?” There was worry, maybe unease, in his eyes. You could see the gears turning in his mind, what you had just done.
You smiled at him. “I’m good. Are you good?”
He nodded back at you. “Yea, I’m- I’m good.” It was silent for a moment, Yuji blushing in front of you, and the two of you laughed.
“We should probably ask someone what the fuck that was…” you asked, trailing off to inspect the little flakes of red on Yuji’s shirt. “Were we cursed?”
Yuji shrugged. “I don’t know, but technically the mission is complete. I have the cursed object in my pocket-”
You swatted at his arm. “Yuji Itadori! We did not just do that with the cursed object in your pocket-”
notes: hey y'all it's been a while. I got diagnosed with mono a couple days ago so i am feeling TERRIBLE but i had this almost finished so i threw an intro in and decided to post (hahaha...). if anyone out there is reading this while sick then i feel for you and get better soon 😘
A whisper broke the silence of your dark room, “Go wake up daddy, baby.” Little footsteps across a cloud-soft comforter followed, a pitter patter that made its way toward the sleeping man taking up 90% of the bed.
Little hands grabbed at his face and found his snow white hair, tugging at it, which made him expel a disapproving hum. His eyebrows furrowed and he squinted his eyes open, feeling the weight of a squishy little body on his chest. This’ll be fun.
Satoru’s daughter loved to play; she had his energetic, sassy personality and it showed in everything she did, which is why he knew she would love this.
He feigned sleep, keeping his eyes shut as she continued to pat his face with her chubby little hands. “Daddy, wake up.” Satoru fake groaned, but didn’t open his eyes. Not yet.
“Dadaaaa-“ she whined with her sleepy little high pitched voice, poking his cheeks and squirming to sit higher up on his chest. She was almost settled again before Satoru whipped his arms out from under the covers and grabbed her at the sides, tickling her with nimble fingers. She curled into herself and squealed, a bright sound that filled the room with the joy Satoru didn’t used to think he would ever have.
“I gotcha!” he laughed as she wiggled her arms in a weak attempt to fight him. Her little pink onesie was bunched up at the sides where he was attacking her. She’d always been ticklish there, he’d known since she was just 5 months old and first started squirming.
God, he loved her so much. She was a little squishy bundle of joy with his bright blue eyes and little strands of your hair sprouting from her head, and she was already so old (she was only two, but the time just went by so fast).
Satoru finally had mercy on her and stopped tickling, just for her to curl into his neck in a warm hug, hands grabbing at his shirt. He smiled into her little head of hair, “Good morning, princess.”
You approached from across the room where you were standing and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing down your daughter’s back. “She said she wanted waffles, but only if Daddy was awake.”
“Yes, waffle!”
Satoru squinted at you with that look he only got when he was with his daughter. It was something like I love her more than I can possibly describe and oh my god she’s a little gremlin.
You handed him his glasses from the bedside table; you knew the sun was probably getting a little too much for him. “Do you want daddy to take you, baby? Mama’s gotta get dressed.”
“Yes!” she answered, jittering around in her dad’s arms as she lifted her head up to face him. “Daddy, watch Bluey?”
Satoru grinned and looked to you for approval. He knew he didn’t need it, but he felt like things should pass through you anyway. You made her, after all, so of course you should have final say. You gave him a little nod and he lifted her into his arms, standing up from the bed. “Yea, princess. Let’s go watch Bluey.” He let her down so she could run her little legs into the living room, and turned to you.
He lifted your chin up to him, giving you a kiss before pulling back to whisper, “You know, we could always have another one…”
You lifted an eyebrow at him and stood up, placing your hands on his chest to smooth them over his sleep shirt. A sigh escaped you and you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Ask me later and see what I say, Satoru.”
He could already feel himself getting-
“Daddy, come on!”
Yup, right, Bluey. Satoru’s hands went to his sides, restraining himself, and you giggled. “I’ll be out in a minute, go have some fun with her.” He nodded and gave you one last forehead kiss before you turned to get dressed.
A few minutes later when you came out to the living room, you saw Satoru sitting behind your daughter on the couch, both of them entranced in the TV as he brushed her hair.
gojo x reader - I know I’ve been missing Gojo… and I’m sure y’all have been too *screaming, crying, throwing up noises* so I wrote this to make me happier!
This is based on 99.5 by TV Girl, I think the vibes are so perfect (at least at the beginning)
contents: fluff, smut 🤭
warnings: there's cursing, SEX!! MDNI
word count: 4k
Gojo hadn’t seen you here before. It wasn’t a surprise to see a visitor, there were visitors at Jujutsu high all the time, but you looked important. Powerful, even. He wasn’t paying attention to your cursed energy, he was looking at you. The woman down the hall from him who held herself with all the confidence and poise that he usually did, arms crossed as she nodded in response to whatever Yaga was yapping on about. Where did you come from?
He would have loved to get to the bottom of that question, but he was running almost half an hour late to training with the first years and didn’t feel particularly keen towards getting chewed out by Yaga, so he quietly slipped out the door towards the training grounds where Yuta was waiting for him.
Gojo didn’t see you again until well into the afternoon when he went to nag on Nanami about whatever he felt like. It was a good day for mischief, at least it was until he passed you and Yaga in an office that had been empty for years. What is going on with them-
“Gojo, come here for a second,” he heard Yaga calling from inside. Curious, Gojo put on his signature smirk, a sort of self-defense in case he came under fire for his tardiness that morning, or for banging against one of the vending machines for his drink at lunch so hard it broke…
“Oh, Yaga, you can never keep your hands off me for too long, can you?” he responded, walking into the office with his hands clasped in front of him.
“I know what you did, Gojo-,” he grunted, obviously perturbed. “But that’s beside the point right now.” Yaga motioned to you, “I wanted to introduce you to Ms. (y/ln). She’s transferring from the Kyoto school to help with your first and second years.”
Huh
You gave him just the cutest little bow, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I hope we can work well together, for the students.”
Something was off. You looked different than you did earlier, smaller, voice soft. Is she… shy?
Oh, that was absolutely not happening on his watch.
“Of course, it’s nice to meet you too. I wish Yaga here,” he said, giving Yaga a mean side-eye underneath his blindfold, “Would have let me know you were coming; I would have thrown a party.” His voice was smooth; teasing. Playfully testing the waters to see how you would react.
You blushed, but to Gojo’s delight, came back with a confident, “Well, you still can… it just wouldn’t be a surprise.” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling in the golden wash of the sun as it beamed through the window beside you.
Well, okay then. I think I like you.
That had begun Satoru Gojo’s slow descent into being so down bad for you it was laughable. He’d thrown you that party, gotten balloons and kazoos and little hats that he had a great time forcing the first years to wear. And he was right about you; you were like him. Confident, quick-witted, smart and calculated when you needed to be. You were just nicer, and so fucking beautiful.
Just the way you trained with Maki on the other side of the school’s practice field was like watching an angel. There were too many times he was almost caught off guard when sparring with Inumaki… yea he got a lot of weird looks from that kid. He was probably on to something.
The two of you did a lot of work together. Filing reports, training the kids, sometimes sharing missions, the occasional lunch with Nanami or Shoko, and he savored every second. It was a strange sort of attraction he felt to you. You were gorgeous, yes, but you were also so good at what you did. And god- you were just so… bright. It was intoxicating just being around you at the school, let alone on missions. He’d never seen you fight- really fight, so he didn’t know how much you were capable of, but just a simple helping out when the first years got in over their heads made his chest tighten. You were so kind to them; they were just kids after all.
“Nanamin what do I do with myself?” Gojo was flopped over a desk, pathetic, asking for… love advice? Nanami would have called it whining about a situation that could be changed, but that didn’t change the fact that he was stuck here telling Gojo that he didn’t need help asking anyone out.
“Who is it, Gojo. I can’t help you if I don’t know these things.”
A very long, dramatic sigh filled the silent room. “Don’t play with me Nanami, you know who it is.”
He did. Maybe you didn’t realize it, but Gojo had never treated anyone the way he treated you. He had a big ego, he was the strongest, but that all was starting to go out the window when it came to you.
His life was… dark. It had been nothing but pressure and politics since he was a kid. His years being a teenager, vibrant, sparkling years, were filled with death and regret. His friends were broken, his parents gone, his life empty. Well, it would have been empty if not for this job. He knew he wasn’t a perfect teacher, you were so much better at handling the kids than he was, but they added something to his life that was missing. They added joy, the opportunity to nurture and take care of something as opposed to destroying it, and eventually, they added you too.
“Gojo, you just have to grow some balls and ask her out. I don’t know what else to say.”
Gojo groaned, “Ughhh, Nanami you’re no help.”
“Okay then,” Nanami responded, monotone as ever, “Deal with it yourself. You’re a big boy.”
Gojo stuck out his tongue, blowing a raspberry while laying horizontally on one of the desks, but the room quickly fell silent once he was done. The same clock that he used to look up at as a student was still ticking on the wall, and Nanami was unresponsive at his desk. Gojo felt embarrassingly powerless.
“Fine, I’ll go do it right now.” Gojo teleported upright, walking out of the room while puppeting his hand and muttering a mocking, you just have to grow some balls, you fucking pussy.
Nanami grumbled, still sitting at his desk, but let out a small, secret smirk once he knew Gojo was gone. He knew how this was going to go, and he was happy for you. The two of you had become friends, both being intensely organized people (that was one thing you and Gojo did NOT have in common), and he could tell how you felt. He just hoped this wouldn’t crash and burn.
You were in the break room, eating a snack that you’d packed for yourself that morning anticipating the afternoon munchies. You had one for Gojo too, a strawberry bun that you’d seen at the convenience store yesterday and took home. He ate nonstop, so it only seemed fitting.
You’d had the most massive crush on Gojo before you came here. Of course you did. Every woman in jujutsu society did, which made you feel stupid about it, but then you accepted this job and realized that Gojo was more than just the strongest. He was kind, he loved, he did as much as he could to make sure the kids would succeed because he wanted that for them. He made sure that you felt like you belonged here. All of that didn’t make the crush amplify or go away, it just made it change. The two of you had a comfortable friendship. You had fun together, and you respected him too much to act on anything, but a little piece of you would always be silently fangirling every time you saw him.
Which was apparently, right now.
“Heeeyyy, what’cha doin?” he asked as he walked through the door to the break room, hopping over the back of a chair to take a seat in front of you. It was weird… his vibe. Something was weird about this.
“...hey, Gojo,” you responded, eyebrows furrowed with an odd little smile on your lips. “I’m just… eating. What are you doing?”
He reached into your bag, grabbing that strawberry bun he already knew was for him. “This for me?” You nodded, mouth full, and he promptly took the wrapper off and stuffed it into his face.
It was gone in a millisecond, ugh, men and their metabolisms. “You know, “Gojo said, crumbling the wrapper into a ball and chucking it toward the trash can by the door. “I’ve been thinking,” a second of hesitation, “Do you wanna go to dinner sometime?”
He was joking, right? You narrowed your eyes at him, “Like, you and me go to dinner.”
He grinned, “Yes, that is how it would work.”
“Dinner as in- a date? Or dinner as in- you’re a good colleague and I want to take you out as a thank you?” You felt weird asking- this would be weird if it wasn’t a date. You would never be able to show your face again.
“I mean, I was thinking a date but if you don’t want to then-”
“I want to.”
The grin was back. “You want to?”
Ugh, why is he so gorgeous? “I mean… I don’t see why not,” you responded, putting the last of your bun in your mouth and swallowing.
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The dinner ended in Gojo escorting you back home and giving you a (heated) kiss against your front door. Everything felt normal, playful with just a hint of affection.
Life went on like that. The two of you would go out to dinner, he would drive you home, and one day he followed you through the door. Sometimes for something sweet, eventually for… other sweet things. Weeks of little touches against his hand slowly turned into deep kisses half asleep on the couch or a hand grazing down your back in the darkness of one of your rooms. You’d fall asleep in his arms to an old movie that you used to love and he insisted you watch again. Sometimes you fell asleep and didn’t bother to go back to your place, but Gojo made sure that you had plenty of time to wake up and get ready if it was a school day. He’d (uncharacteristically) sneak out of bed before you even stirred, going to put on a pot of coffee that he knew you would need in order to not be a zombie. With how many missions the two of you went on, he was just grateful for the time he got with you, even if that meant getting up at 6 am to make you coffee.
Gojo loved to love on you. It was his new favorite pastime, especially now that he had less work. He’d show up to your desk in the middle of the day and place down a cup of coffee for when he knew you would show up a few minutes later. He learned your favorite takeout orders from every one of your favorite restaurants, prepared for the days when you came home from a mission and were too tired to cook. On days he knew were hard, the two of you would go back to his place and he’d make you lie on the couch with him, giving you little back scratches and kisses to your shoulders. You found out a couple of months into dating that if you took off his blindfold and turned all the lights off, you could almost make him fall asleep by scratching his scalp and weaving your fingers through his hair. He was like a cat, practically purring into your neck by the time you were done. You loved it when he was like that with you, vulnerable. You knew he still had his guard up, he always did just in case, but just going in for a hug and feeling his infinity turn off for you made your heart flutter. He would do it even if you didn’t ask, going to touch his hand to yours under a desk or coming up behind you and messing with your hair. He liked the feeling of your skin against his, it was addicting.
You started calling him Satoru, or rather, he bullied you into it because of how much he loved it. Occasionally a “Gojo” would slip out after work just out of habit from using it in front of the kids, and he would stop whatever he was doing to turn to you and ask if you were mad at him. You never were, and you’d always make it up to him by whispering his name between the kisses that you would reach up to give him.
You’d come home from a mission and set your bag on his kitchen island, but would immediately be startled by his arms wrapping around you from the back, no matter how late it was. He’d heat you up dinner, help you undress once you were full and sleepy and then drag you to bed with him where it was still warm. Life with him felt peaceful. It definitely wasn’t- the two of you were both balls of energy that ricocheted off of one another when the environment was right, but on the inside you could feel it. You sensed your heart settling into happiness anytime he was around. Calm washed over you when you heard his voice or felt his cursed energy get closer, and you thought that you were the happiest you’d ever been.
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“Ah, Satoru.”
Satoru was currently licking a stripe up your bare chest, between your breasts and up your neck until his lips got close enough to capture yours in a sloppy kiss. His hands lifted you up from his lap a bit so that he could grab your ass, squeezing at the flesh as he thrust his tongue back into your mouth.
It had been a long week full of exhausting missions that left you getting home well past when you should have, but today was different. Today, Satoru was keeping you here, and you were gonna enjoy yourself, damn it.
It was a Friday night. He made you dinner. He’d gotten you just a bit tipsy on a bottle of very old and expensive red wine that he’d just happened to have laying around, and now he was going to fuck you until you forgot all about the horrible week you had.
A hand came up to squeeze one of your breasts, Satoru laying more sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You were breathing heavy in his ear, little baby pants escaping your mouth with every pinch of his fingers around your nipple. He nibbled on your earlobe a bit and cooed, voice low, “Feel good, sweetheart? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
You whined, senses hazy from the alcohol, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, baby?” You went in for another kiss but he dodged. “Nuh uh, you gotta tell me, pretty. Tell me what you want and you’ll get a kiss.”
He sucked on your breast and you moaned. “Fuck, ‘Toru. Ah-” a finger went down to pinch your clit. “Bedroom,” you breathed out as you grinded your hips against the bulge in his pants. You could feel the slick soaking your panties as he finally let you in for another kiss. As soon as your lips touched he stood up, grabbing your ass to carry you to the bedroom. Your hands curled through the hair at the back of his head as his tongue licked over your lower lip, skimming over the blindfold that was tied at his neck. You ran your fingers under it and touched that sliver of skin that was always covered before you started to untie.
Satoru was always hot, but you especially loved when his hair was down, blindfold no longer pushing it off of his forehead. He looked different like this- he looked like Satoru instead of Gojo, as if this was his true form. Your hand pulled away from his neck, taking the blindfold off to look in his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes you secretly wished that your kids would have some day.
Those eyes were gonna be the death of you, and they had your underwear even more soaked as he threw you onto the bed. You giggled, and he raised his eyebrows at you as he crawled between your legs. “What’s so funny, baby?”
The alcohol still had you smiley, a warm flush on your cheeks. “Nothing… you’re just really fucking hot.”
“Oh?” he responded, coming to lean over your face. A hand snuck its way underneath your shorts, tugging down at them and your underwear so that he could swirl around your clit with his thumb. You gasped at the friction, closing your eyes, but Satoru wasn’t having any of that. “Nuh uh, open those eyes for me. Look at me while I’m fuckin’ you.”
You opened your eyes, staring up at his face above you. “Yea, just like that, baby. Keep ‘em open for me,” he said as he went to tug your shorts down the rest of the way. He sat up, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off so that his achingly hard cock could spring free. A tug had his shirt off and thrown across the floor before he climbed back on top of you, pulling you towards him and swiping his fingers through your wet heat. “God damn, this all for me?” he asked, letting his middle finger prod into you. You hummed, pulling your legs up to clasp them around him as a silent I’m ready.
Satoru removed his fingers and let his forearms fall on either side of your head, lining up his throbbing dick to your entrace before pushing into you bit by bit. You gasped at the stretch and he tipped your chin up to give you another filthy kiss. “I know it’s big, baby,” he groaned into your mouth, “Give it a second and you’ll be wantin’ more.”
You moaned as he pushed into you, bottoming out after a few gentle thrusts. “Fuck, ‘Toru. So deep, feels so good.”
“Yea?” he said, pulling out just to thrust back into you harder. A hand found your ass and squeezed, “You like it when I’m fuckin’ you like this? Like my dick splitting you apart?”
You were holding onto his biceps for dear life, feeling at the muscles under your fingers. “Yes,” you moaned in response as he slammed his hips against yours once again, and he grabbed your legs to pull them higher.
“Yes who, baby? What’s my name?” He growled, bending back down to nip at your ear as you breathed hot air into his neck.
“Ah- Satoru.”
“Yea, you’re damn right.” His dick was filling you up in long, thick thrusts as he ground his hips against yours. You could feel it bulging in your tummy, saw the little mound it created as he slid inside you. “Fuck, sweet girl, look at you.” He pressed down on your stomach and it made a whimper come out of your throat. “Look how good I’m fillin’ you up.” His hips sped up and it coaxed another high little moan out of you. “Yea, take it all like that. Such a good girl for me.”
His fingers found your hair and pulled as he fucked himself into you, and you looked up at him, watching the sheen of sweat glisten on his chest. “Fuck, Satoru. Angh-” One of your hands went up to reach his hair, threading your fingers through the little hairs at the back of his neck. You gave them a little tug in response and he groaned.
“Shit, baby. Squeezin’ me so tight.” Satoru looked down at you, watching your tits jiggle with every snap of his hips. Your pussy was sucking in his throbbing dick so well, it was like he was made for you.
It was a good thing he lived alone, because between the bed rocking against the wall and the noises you were making, it was getting loud. Exactly how he liked it. “Mm, baby, want more.”
“You want more?” he repeated, and you nodded your head lazily. Satoru smirked and grabbed a hold of you, rolling onto his back so you could straddle him. “Okay come on then, be a good girl and ride me.”
You ground your hips against him, desperate for some friction. Satoru put his hands on your hips and pulled you up, helping you fuck yourself onto him before he gave a loud smack to your ass.
You moaned at his size, sinking down onto him in little bounces as your ass jiggled in his hands. “God damn, baby. You’re gonna- fuck, you’re gonna kill me with those pretty noises you keep makin’.” He sat up, backing up against the headboard, and kissed you, swallowing your little gasps and whimpers with his mouth. You could feel his nails scratching down your back, and it made you shiver against him.
Satoru’s mouth left yours, bending down to suck on one of your tits. You whimpered, “Satoru.”
He could tell you were close with the way you were circling your hips against him. His tongue stopped its little swirls, “Mm, baby?”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You showed it too. Little desperate bounces on his cock that had your pussy clenching around him were all that you could manage.
Satoru lifted your hips again, making you rock up and down his full length, and it made you cry out. He groaned at the noise. “Cum for me, sweet girl, make a mess all over my cock.”
His voice pushed you over the edge and you moaned out his name into the darkness of the bedroom, legs quivering as he thrust up into you.
“Shit, baby. Look at you, makin’ me weak,” Satoru groaned into your chest as you were still trembling from your high. You were pliable in his arms as he rolled you back over and lifted your legs up to bend at your chest.
You were still out of it, but whimpered at the sensitivity. “I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, thrusting himself, now coated in your release, back into you. “Just let me- hah, lemme fuck you good. You don’t gotta lift a finger.”
“Satoru,” you whined as he continued pushing his thick cock into you at a brutal pace.
He groaned, voice breathy. “Baby, if you keep sayin’ my name like that I won’t last much longer.” You were enjoying this immensely, but you wanted to tease him too. Little moans and sighs left your throat, and you could feel his dick getting harder inside you at every one.
You could feel him about to break, “Ah, shit. Fuck, sweetheart,” his thrusts became messier. You could hear the wetness between your thighs squelching with every movement.
“Satoru,” you cried one more time, and his hips snapped harder against yours.
Satoru moaned, a strained noise coming from his mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned into your neck before thrusting into you a final time, letting himself fill you up with thick ribbons of cum.
A few seconds of silence passed and you giggled. “You know, I should probably go pee, Satoru,” you said, being crushed under the weight of him.
His arms tightened around you and he shook his head, “Nooooo, stay here. I wanna cuddle…”
You shifted under him and felt his dick move inside of you. You feigned annoyance, a smile threatening to break through. “Ugh, fine. I guess I can stay with my boyfriend for a few minutes and then die from sepsis because I got a UTI-”
“You’re so dramatic,” Satoru said, words muffled by the fluff of your pillow. He gave a kiss to your neck, and you could tell he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
“We can go cuddle and watch a movie…?”
His head snapped up, “Can we finally watch The Descent?” he asked. “Pleaaaase, pretty please?”
You rolled your eyes. Knowing him, this was going to be the worst horror movie you’d ever laid your eyes on. “Sure,” A soft yay sounded from beside you. “But if this is any worse than Human Earthworm I’m condemning your taste in movies.”
“Rude.”
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notes: it's been a week y'all 😅 but at least I can say I accomplished something now, yay 😊
dad!megumi x reader far in the future; part 3 to the Hard-Launch series(?)
part 2 linked here
contents: fluff, smut; everything is just so domestic and happy it makes my heart flutter, cute lil gojo cameo :)
warnings: there IS SEX; 18+ mdni!!
word count: 4.3k
“Dada, I wan’ up.”
Megumi looked down at the little face staring at him from his knees. “You want up?” She nodded. “Okay, come here baby,” he said, picking her up and holding her against his chest so she could peer over his shoulder. She giggled from the swift movement, squirming until she was settled and looking at the world from her dad’s height.
Yuko was practically a full-time student at Jujutsu High with the amount of time she had spent there in her only three years of life. Since she hadn’t started formal Kindergarten yet, she either went to daycare while you and Megumi were at work or tagged along on slower days to watch the two of you do your jobs. Nobody at the school minded, in fact, most people were happier on the days she came with you. Today was a Saturday, so there wasn’t any school, but you had a meeting with Yaga about maternity leave for your second that was due soon, so the family made a trip.
“When do we see mama again?” Yuko asked, grabbing at a stray hair of Megumi’s that was in her reach. She liked to play with it sometimes.
Megumi’s heart fluttered a bit at his daughter; he didn’t think he could ever love something so much. “Mama’s in a meeting right now, when she’s done we’ll go see her again, okay?” he responded, hosting her up a bit higher. “We can walk around and see the fishies in the-”
“Unca Jojo!!” she shouted, interrupting him mid-sentence and pointing at the blindfolded figure walking towards them.
Megumi turned around and saw Gojo, fresh from the vending machines, sauntering towards him. Oh good, maybe this will keep her distracted while we’re waiting. Megumi opened his mouth to speak but Gojo beat him to it.
“YUKO, I MISSED YOU!!” he shouted, speeding up and opening his arms. Megumi set Yuko down and she immediately took off, running on her little legs until she was picked up and spun around, landing in his arms. “Guess what I have,” he whispered, loud enough for Megumi to hear him from where he was standing.
Megumi rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his jacket. He knew what was coming as Yuko whispered back, “What you have??” And, surprise, surprise, Gojo pulled out a KitKat from his pocket. Yuko squealed as he popped it onto her hand for her to nibble on.
“What do you say, Yuko?” Megumi asked, walking towards the two of them.
Yuko stopped, a smear of chocolate on her lip as she grinned. “Tank you, Unca Jojo.”
Gojo grinned back, turning towards Megumi as Yuko continued to nibble on her chocolate. “When do you think she’s gonna start taking off?” he asked, nodding towards Yaga’s office as he put Yuko back down on the ground.
Megumi knew Gojo liked having you around campus, you were great with the kids and your teaching skills were a lot better than many of the faculty they had around these days. Megumi sighed, “I don’t know, it depends on Yaga. She doesn’t want to be away from the students for too long, but I know she’s getting tired. I’ll be thrilled if she takes as much time as she did with this one,” he said, motioning to his daughter who was walking around them on the ground.
Just when he finished speaking, the doors to Yaga’s office opened and out you walked. Yuko spun around, her little skirt twirling in the wind, and ran to you with her chocolate fingers outstretched. “MAMA!!!”
You grinned and bent down (as much as you could, anyway), bracing for impact as she came running. “Hey sweet girl! Did someone give you a treat?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at Gojo who put his arms up in surrender.
“I’m just performing my duties as the favorite uncle, it’s in the job description.”
“And you are going to spoil her rotten,” you chided, walking over to your husband as Yuko left your grasp and found a butterfly to follow. Megumi took your purse from you and placed a kiss on your temple. “I’m sure it won’t get any better once there’s another one either.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. “I’m going to build an army of little jujutsu sorcerers and overthrow the higher-ups. All of sorcerer society will be ruled by toddlers and,” giving a little bow, “Yours truly.”
“Mama,” Yuko interrupted, looking up at you from the ground, “When we go home?”
You and Megumi shared a look, participating in a quiet conversation between the two of you before you turned back to her. “We can go home now, baby girl. Do you want to say bye bye to Uncle Gojo before we leave?”
Yuko turned around, running up to Gojo with her chocolate-covered hand up. “Bye bye high five!”
Gojo grinned, crouching down and pulling his blindfold down to reveal one of his eyes. Oh my god, she’s adorable. “Bye bye, Yuko!” he said, giving her hand a firm, but gentle, high five before standing back up. Yuko came running back to you, and you took her hand, making your way towards the car as Megumi followed.
He stopped once he passed Gojo, turning around. “You know, you should come by the house more often for dinner. I know they would both love it.”
Gojo smirked, “But of course you wouldn’t care, I’m hurt. My sweet ‘Gumi, why would you say such a thing to me?”
Megumi rolled his eyes again, turning back around. “I’m walking away now.”
A mischievous laugh echoed from behind him. “I’ll see you on Monday!”
+++
You didn’t want to admit it, but you were tired; being pregnant was not for the weak. After months of morning sickness you finally felt a bit better, but that was replaced with the need to sleep for 14 hours a day. You were only a month and a half out from being due, so it was only uphill until the baby came.
Megumi could tell, he could always tell. You tried to hide how exhausted you were when pregnant with Yuko, but he caught on quickly. Now that you were having your second, he wouldn’t let you do anything. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Out of the question. Megumi wasn’t the best chef in the world, but if you were in the kitchen he was right there with you.
Some nights you would come home looking absolutely wiped out, and he would greet you with, “I got it covered, baby,” as you walked to the kitchen. Those were the best ones, when the two of you would sit down with your daughter on the living room floor, eating whatever Megumi had ordered while watching My Neighbor Totoro (Yuko would not let you watch anything else). And when Yuko eventually fell asleep, he would carry her to her room, coming back to pick up the plates that he knew you would try to clean if he didn’t stop you.
“Let’s get you to bed, mama,” he would say as he helped you off the couch where you had been snuggled up with Yuko. You were sleepy, but awake as he guided you to the bedroom and helped you change into your pajamas. It was so peaceful at night, the home that the two of you had made. Megumi had always thrived in quiet spaces, and you learned to enjoy them too. It was your own little safe-haven that became just a bit noisier once Yuko joined the two of you.
It was never a breeze, having a newborn, but Megumi was never as flustered as you sometimes were. He was a calm father, a safe person for Yuko no matter how powerful or scarred he was as a sorcerer. When she was still a baby, he would lay her on his chest and instantly she would fall asleep. There were many days when you came home from a dinner with your girlfriends and found the two of them like that on the couch, Megumi watching something quiet as he held her steady. Even now, she loved being held by him, and it made your heart melt every time.
You could only wonder what it would be like with this one. The two of you decided you didn’t need to know the gender until they were here, because it didn’t matter to either of you. You knew Megumi would be happy regardless; he was always happy when it came to your family. Even though he wasn’t the most expressive person on the planet, he made sure the two (now three) of you knew that he loved you. You would sometimes hear him whisper a soft, “I love you, sweet girl,” into Yuko’s hair as he carried her to bed already asleep.
Some nights when you laid in bed, already half-asleep, you felt the rustling of the sheets as he climbed in next to you. He was always so careful to not wake you up, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped and you would roll over to face him in the dark. A fragile hand would run through your hair, damp and falling over your shoulders, and then move its way down to the bump on your belly. He was so tender with you, even more so now, and it made you just fall deeper in love. You would fall asleep like that some nights, and he would stay up just a little longer to look at you, how beautiful you were. His wife. The mother of his children, the person who gave him all the wonderful things in his life. He had so much to thank you for, an endless list of gratitudes that he would never be able to fully express but would continue to grow nonetheless.
He never thought he could love this much, and it sometimes scared him. He knew how much he had to lose, how dangerous of a position he was in now that he had so much, but there wasn’t any use in pushing love away.
Life isn’t worth living in fear. It would ruin the good that we have, and we have so much good.
You had told him that so long ago when the two of you were still just kids, but he remembered it every day. Every time he heard you laugh or saw Yuko run to him when he would pick her up from daycare, screaming, “Dada!” at the top of her lungs, he heard your voice in his ears.
We have so much good.
+++
The three of you had gotten home from the school just a few minutes ago, but Yuko was so exhausted that you decided she needed a nap. However, that did give you and Megumi some time alone, which is how you ended up here.
“Are you too tired, baby? Because I don’t wanna pressure you if-”
“Megumi, I promise, I want to,” you said, shutting him up. It had been so long since the two of you had had actual sex, and as much as you loved how considerate your husband was, sometimes you just wanted him to treat you like he did when you weren’t so… pregnant.
He would never outwardly show it, but you knew how much Megumi liked seeing you like this, swollen and glowing with his child. He had gone practically insane when you were pregnant with Yuko, respectful, but also insatiable. His hands were on you any time that the two of you were home, which led to a lot more sex than the two of you had this time around. This time was different, not necessarily bad, just busier. The two of you had so much work to do with the students, and with Yuko running around you couldn’t exactly fuck in the kitchen anymore. Just finding time for each other was hard, but Megumi also knew how much more tired you were with this one. He would never want to pressure you like that, which is exactly why you needed to reassure him.
You walked up to touch his chest. “Just fuck me already,” you breathed out, almost a plea.
Megumi’s eyes widened, his face now inches from yours. “Yes ma’am,” he said, taking your hips in his hands and walking you back over to the bed. Lips kissed up your neck like he had done since the first time you made love in that small dorm room on campus, nervous and fumbling the whole time.
The two of you were confident in yourselves now; grown-ups. Megumi removed your clothes so delicately in-between kisses, with a reverence that you simply could not spare. You were practically ripping them off of his body, needing to grab at least something that was muscle instead of the oversized hoodie and sweats he wore around the house every day.
And god, he had so much muscle. You hadn’t forgotten- of course you could never forget what your husband looked like when it was… this- but it still made the heat pool between your legs as you looked at him. You could see him smirking in your peripheral as you looked over his abs. Good lord, how is this man real?
Your ogling didn’t last very long however, because as soon as he had your shirt off, Megumi was pushing you down onto the bed. His hands found the clasp of your bra, taking it off and throwing it to the side as he bent down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your mouth parted with a sigh, hands finding his hair as he sucked and curled his tongue in little circles, his hand finding your other one and massaging. He knew exactly how to make you fall apart in his hands, and lord knows he was gonna deliver.
Your hands went to tug off his sweatpants, grabbing his hardened dick, but he quickly swatted it away. He shook his head, “None of that ‘till I take care of you first, baby.”
You protested, “Megumi I’m already-”
“Just let me,” he said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up to give you a soft kiss, “Please? Let me take care of you.”
Your resolve immediately crumbled and you nodded, letting him move down the bed and tug your underwear down. Before you could even react, his face was buried between your legs, a long stripe being licked up your folds with his tongue. Megumi wasn’t always super vocal during sex, but you could hear him mutter, “God, baby, you’re already soaked,” before diving back in.
You mewled as his tongue licked up and down, finding your clit and swirling as he gripped your legs tighter. Your hands couldn’t reach his hair anymore because of your belly, which made you slightly disappointed, but he made up for it with the vibrations he hummed into you as you moved your hips, needing more friction.
“Just like that, baby. Ride my face,” he said, sucking on your clit. You gave out a breathy little whine at the words, gripping the sheets on either side of you.
“Megumi,” you moaned as he spread your legs wider, taking one of his fingers and slooowly easing it into you as he continued to devour your pussy.
“That feel good?” he asked, voice like satin in your ears. He began to pump his pointer finger in and out of you and you whined in response, moving your hips against his face more desperately. Another little whine came out of you, which was followed by the loud slurps from Megumi’s mouth licking up all of your juices.
He added another finger, still driving them into you and stretching you out. “‘Gumi m’gonna come,” you breathed, gripping onto the pillow above you.
You could feel that smirk Megumi wore in bed appear on his face as he responded, “Come for me sweetheart,” and then resumed his activities with more intensity. His tongue flicked over your clit and you cried out, a wave of euphoria crashing over you as he finger fucked you through it.
Megumi slowed down once your cries got softer, knowing how sensitive you would be. One final swipe of the tongue through your folds and he stood back up, your slick running down his chin, dick rock-hard. He leaned over the bed, crawling until he was on top of you, and tilted your head up into a kiss. “Good?” he whispered into your lips, voice low and gentle.
You hummed with content, nodding your head.
“Good,” he said with smug satisfaction. You scooted back up the bed, which allowed Megumi to grab one of your legs, lifting it up to rest on his chest as he scooted closer. “You okay?”
You huffed out a little laugh, “Oh, I’m perfect.”
He made a face that you could only register as an okay, you said so before pulling you closer to him and pushing into you. He went in so easy with how wet you were, but you could still feel the stretch of your pussy around his fat cock.
You let out a moan as he pushed back into you again, transitioning from careful, testing strokes into filling you up with firm thrusts that had you grabbing the sheets.
“God damn, baby, you feel so good,” he said as he pumped his cock into you, “So fuckin’ perfect, look at you.” He put a hand on your belly, smoothing it over. “Makes me wanna give you another one.” You moaned as he pounded into you, clenching around him at the praise. “I see you lovin’ on Yuko some days and all I can think about is another one…”
You loved it when he talked to you when you were fucking. He didn’t do it often, tending to be a more gentle and quiet lover, but when he did it was fucking hot. At least you thought it was. I should bring that up to him sometime.
“Shit…” Megumi groaned, letting his head fall back as his hips grinded into you. “Fuck baby, I’ve missed you. Need to get you alone more.”
You giggled, which was quickly cut off by a particularly rough thrust from Megumi. “You’re gonna- ah- gonna send your precious daughter away?” you teased.
He didn’t think that was very funny, which was made apparent by a smack to your ass. “She can go spend the night with your parents, or even Gojo, I just- shit- I just need a night or two alone with you before the baby gets here.”
Before you could respond, Megumi was pulling you up and flipping you onto all-fours, grabbing onto your hips as he thrust his hips back into you. You let out a whine at the change of angle. “Fuck, Megs- so deep.”
“Mhm, you’re taking me so well, mama… god, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He was practically groaning through all his words at this point, but it wasn’t like you were any better. You were always louder than him in bed, and he had you whining at every little touch. Every thrust of his thick cock from behind you coaxed out another little mewl from your lips.
Megumi’s hand reached around to tease your clit with delicate little strokes, which elicited another little moan. He could tell you were close, a good thing because he didn’t think he was gonna last much longer either. “You close, baby?”
You didn’t even have to nod before he sped up his fingers, thrusting into you just a bit harder to be sure and hit that spot he knew would make you fall apart. It worked, and his fingers had your high coursing through your body, making you shudder and moan as his other hand grabbed onto your ass. As soon as Megumi felt you coming undone, he let himself break too, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into you.
The room slowly fell silent apart from the sound of your ceiling fan, Megumi releasing you so that you could turn to face him. “Hi, handsome.”
Megumi blushed, it was so cute to see him still get flustered after everything the two of you had done. “Let me clean you up, there’s-”
“Mama?” you heard, coming from outside your bedroom door. You and Megumi’s eyes widened, looking at each other before you both scrambled to get clothes on. Megumi beat you, motioning for you to hide before he opened the door to a sleepy looking Yuko holding her stuffed bunny that she refused to sleep without. “Hey, sweet girl. Mama’s… about to shower. Why don’t we go make some dinner for her before she gets out?” he said, looking around the corner to wink at you.
Yuko gave him a sleepy nod, holding her arms out for him to pick her up. He obliged, smoothing her hair over before walking to the pantry to see what you had for dinner options. He searched for a solid twenty seconds and immediately gave up despite the very full pantry, instead turning to Yuko in his arms to ask, “What do you think mama wants for dinner?”
You stepped out of the shower, a much needed break that your husband so graciously gifted you, and made your way into the kitchen after getting dressed. Unsurprisingly, nobody was there, so you instead went to the living room where you found Megumi and Yuko both snuggled up on the couch, entranced in How’s Moving Castle. Maybe Yuko’s moved on from Totoro?
“Mama,” you heard Yuko call from the couch as she noticed you, “we found a new movie!”
You looked over at Megumi as you walked towards the couch, giving him a look. Is this for real?
He looked back at you. Don’t ruin it, or we might be stuck on Totoro forever.
You gave him a tight-lipped smile, got it, and turned back to Yuko. “Really? What did you find?”
“Dada showed me! It’s about, a girl and- and she gets turned old. Look mama she has a pet fire…”
Yuko took your hand and led you toward the couch where she and Megumi were previously sitting, letting you sit next to him as she climbed onto his lap. You sat down slowly, putting a hand on your belly as Megumi helped you down.
He gave you a kiss on your temple, “Food’s on the way.”
You hummed with content, which Yuko quickly decided was too loud, “Mama you aren’t looking…”
“I’m sorry, baby, I promise I will pay very close attention,” you responded, smiling and leaning into your husband. Little did she know that this is one of the very first movies he watched with you back when the two of you started dating…
It had been a hard day, a hard mission really, and you got back to Jujutsu high a little worse for wear. After a long, hot shower in your dorm room and a couple of minutes watching an old movie that never ceased to make you smile, you heard a knock at the door which just happened to be your boyfriend with food. He wasn’t as buff as he was now, not as confident. The two of you were just kids, still learning about the world. You were learning how bad some days as a sorcerer could be.
“Hey,” he’d said, walking into your room with a bag of takeout dangling from his right hand. “You okay? Gojo said it was a rough one.”
You’d nodded, walking into his arms. “Yea, I’m okay. I just-” you sighed, “Ugh, I hate this sometimes. It’s so depressing”
He rubbed your back, setting the food down on your desk. “I know, it’s not- ideal. But it’ll be okay; we’ll be okay.” A kiss was pressed to your hair. “I brought you food…?”
You smiled and tugged him towards your tiny twin bed, grabbing the food as you walked. “Thank you.”
And after the food was all gone, your bellies full, you’d drifted off to sleep in his arms in front of your little computer screen…
“Isn’t this great? Sophie put these here for me...”
You heard the doorbell ring. Megumi picked Yuko up from his lap and plopped her on the other side of you as he stood up. “I’ll be back.”
Yuko snuggled into your side, and you put your arm around her as you heard Megumi thanking the person at the door, the rustle of plastic delivery bags getting nearer to you.
“Sushi, anyone?”
+++
Yuko had fallen asleep on Megumi’s chest at least half an hour before the movie ended, so he’d put her to bed and the two of you finished it out, snuggling into each other like you were still teenagers at Jujutsu High. By the end you were starting to fall asleep too, but Megumi gently rustled you awake like he always did, helping you towards the bedroom and giving your pajamas to change into while he cleaned up the containers from dinner.
You got tired so easily now, so it was only a matter of minutes after climbing into bed with Megumi that you began drifting off, his hands massaging your scalp. He knew it would make you drift off faster, and he wanted you to get as much rest as possible. It made him more comfortable, knowing that you had every opportunity to sleep.
“Megs?” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut.
“Yea, sweetheart?”
“Thank you.” You sighed in contentment, pressing your face into the pillow underneath you.
Megumi’s brow furrowed, whispering a confused, “For what?” into the darkness.
“For being here…” you murmured. “For being such a good dad. And husband. And taking such good care of me.” You sighed, “I’m lucky.”
A kiss was pressed to your forehead, Megumi’s free hand reaching over to rub over your belly, those matching scars that wrapped across your stomach. “You know I’d do it all again with you. Every single second.”
As the world slowly descended into the peaceful nothingness of sleep, you were wrapped in the comfort of your husband’s voice whispering, “I love you.”
“I never want to let you go.”
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notes: hello lovely people, it is late and i just finished writing this so if the ending is terrible it's because i'm half asleep :)
hurt/comfort - you're mentally recovering in the aftermath of an injury, but can megumi help you get over the fear of failure?
warnings?: there’s some blood and like, one lil curse word
word count: such a short little drabble it isn't even deserving of this
You were on another mission. Nevermind the almost life-ending injury you sustained on the last one, oh no, the higher-ups were not having you sit out of another mission.
This one landed you in a middle school where the staff had been filing some complaints, and normally you would have almost been excited to go do your job. This is what you were born for, after all, but this mission was different. You felt incomplete. You felt incapable. You weren’t the sorcerer that you used to be, and you weren't even sure that you could complete this mission successfully.
Megumi stood in front of you, assessing the school. Did he know how unprepared you felt? Did he know how impotent you were now that your stomach had been sliced open and you lost, according to Shoko, almost 2 liters of blood?
“I think we should just go in and look for something, honestly. I can’t see anything from here,” Megumi said, looking over his shoulder at you.
You nodded, barely registering the comment, and gave a quick, “Okay.”
His eyebrows furrowed and he walked towards you. Megumi could always tell when something was off with you. “What’s up, huh? Where’d you go?” he said, lifting your chin so you were forced to look at him. You didn’t even have to say anything before he understood, he could read your face like an open book by now. “Babe, it’s gonna be fine. Gojo said this was an easy mission, nothing like the hospital. Hell, he said I could do this one myself if I needed to, they just wanted you to get out again.” You nodded. “It’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
A chaste kiss was placed on your forehead as he gave your shoulder a rub. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” he said, grinning as he pulled you forward with him.
You rolled your eyes, not being able to help the smile that snuck onto your face. There wasn’t anything that Megumi couldn’t make at least a little bit better in your opinion. He seems like a dull person until you get to know him, and then boom, a personality appears. A little bit of sarcasm mixed with some charm and dry humor leaves you with the handsome man pulling you towards a cursed middle school in the middle of the afternoon.
The two of you made your way through the doors, and almost immediately you were met with the sight of a ginormous, gelatinous curse that was squelching through the halls. It was absolutely deplorable to look at, and you almost laughed at the look of revulsion on Megumi’s face as it slowly made its way towards you.
“Oh my god, that’s disgusting,” he said, sizing it up in order to find the best plan of attack. It wouldn’t be difficult, you knew that much, and he was right, he didn’t need you. He could handle this easily by himself.
And that’s exactly what he did. One second, he was squeezing your hand, and the next he was across the room with his shikigami absolutely obliterating Jabba the Hutt over in the corner. And then it was over, a green pile of sludge melting into a puddle where the curse once stood. He didn’t make you lift a finger, which you felt bad about, but secretly you were relieved.
He was turning around, smiling at you and wiping the sludge off of his hands when a wetness hit your face, splattering across your eyelids. If that’s slime, I’m gonna vomit. It took you a few seconds to register the smell of metal and the warmth of it all before you were looking up again, straight into Megumi’s slit throat.
“...megumi?”
A hand went up to cup his neck, choking, wet gurgles coming from his mouth before his knees hit the ground, blood spilling onto the floor in front of him.
You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. All you could do was stand there while the love of your life lay dying on the floor in front of you. And then came the sobs.
Great, choking sobs that shook your entire body came crashing down on you as you ran towards Megumi, probably already dead on the ground. They rattled your brain and sent jolts of pain down towards your scar as you sat there in the growing pool of blood, clutching at your boyfriend's face.
“No-” you breathed, “No, you’re supposed to- you’re supposed to stay with me. You promised… you PROMISED me that-” another ugly cry forced its way out of your throat. “You weren’t gonna leave, you said you would stay. You have to stay-”
Baby
“You have to STAY.”
Baby, wake up.
“I can’t- I…”
Shhhh, shh. It’s okay.
Your eyes opened into darkness, someone’s hands smoothing over your hair and rubbing down your back. You couldn’t breathe, the blackness of the room was suffocating.
“Hey, hey, baby. It’s okay,” Megumi soothed, trying to grab your attention. “Everything’s okay, look, I’m right here.” He took your hand and pressed it to his heart. “I’m right here holdin’ you, everything's fine.”
You tried to breathe, but all that came out were little whimpers mixed with hyperventilation. Megumi knew the drill for these moments, you’d had too many nightmares to count in the weeks following the hospital mission. So had he, but never as bad as you.
“You’re okay,” Megumi murmured into your hair. He kept your hand on his chest, breathing deeply until you started to follow him and eventually calmed down a bit. “Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen, baby, everyone’s safe. We’re home.”
You sniffled, finding his frame in the darkness of your bedroom before moving impossibly closer, as if the contact could make you forget where you had just come from. You felt his arms snake around you, pulling you flush with his body.
After a few minutes of breathing together in the darkness of your bedroom he spoke, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
You couldn’t answer that question, it was so complicated. You hadn’t really revealed to him how nervous you felt now that you had been injured, and to be honest, you were embarrassed. Sorcerers were supposed to be strong, not just physically, but mentally. You had thought that you had a strong mind, an unbreaking will to save and protect and win, but you didn’t know where that was anymore. It was like your resilience faded out of you when your heart had stopped.
You took a breath, “I- I just keep having these dreams where I can't do anything. I mean, you know, you’ve been here for all of them.” Your fingers found a strand of his hair, twirling it as a distraction. “But it’s- different. It goes deeper. I just- I feel so powerless now.” Megumi held you tighter, “It’s like I just know that there will be a day when someone needs me and I can’t help them because I wasn’t strong enough.”
“Baby,” Megumi whispered as his hand snaked down to rub your back once more. “You’re one of the strongest people I know.” He stopped at the skin right next to your scar, hand ghosting over it as if to say, you’re still beautiful, still mine, before moving it back to rest on your lower back. “I know that what happened- what you went through, was terrible. I was so fucking scared watching you almost die on that table and not being able to do anything.” He paused, pressing little kisses to your hairline, “But all of those experiences and that resilience is proof that you are strong. You’re capable of doing whatever the hell you want, I know because I’ve seen you do it. I’ve watched you convince Gojo to let you have his snacks, which is honestly one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen a human being do.”
You smiled into his chest, it was a really good piece of mochi.
“I know it may not make the nightmares stop or the doubt go away, but I know that you’re still the smart, tenacious, beautiful, amazing woman that I fell in love with. No curse or scar or near-death experience will change that for me.”
A couple seconds of comfortable silence passed, and then you tilted your head up to kiss him, whispering a soft, “I love you,” against his lips.
Megumi smiled, knocking his nose against yours. “I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
And as you slid back down into his arms and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, you swore you could feel the coolness of shadows wrapping around you.
notes: guys i am back at school and now have three exams immediately so if i disappear from the planet assume that is the reason, but this is my outlet so maybe it will give me more to write :)
hurt/comfort - you and megs are fighting some random curses at some hospital, post-shibuya AU where they’re older students, everything is happy and everyone isn’t dead, but you get HURT *GASP*
warnings?: there’s some blood u guys but nothing super gorey
word count: 3.9k
The higher-ups were gonna get an earful from Gojo when he got back to Tokyo.
It was all really simple, the mission the group of now third-years were sent on, and Gojo just happened to be tagging along. A suspicious amount of cursed energy coming from an abandoned hospital in the countryside, Ijichi had told you. “The higher-ups have been monitoring it for a while, but they thought it was time to just deal with it. I am sure that your group can handle it without a problem.” Gojo saw you leaving and wanted in, because he apparently needed some “regional mochi” that he never got to eat.
He also may have wanted to keep an eye on his (not so little anymore) Megumi who had grown suspiciously close to you, a transfer student that nobody had really heard of until you showed up last spring. Not as powerful as a special-grade, but certainly nothing to scoff at, you were proving to be an invaluable asset to sorcerer society. When you first showed up to campus, Gojo couldn’t help but notice how Megumi’s eyes would linger just a bit too long on your frame, or how he would follow you out to the vending machines during training breaks, making uncharacteristically animated conversation that Gojo couldn’t quite make out. He had never seen his boy so enamoured before, and that made him mischievously curious to see how that would play out on a mission.
Gojo had dropped the four of you off at the hospital, calling out a casual, “I’ll just be snacking, don’t keep me waiting too long!” before your group walked into the veil.
“Well isn’t he helpful,” Megumi murmured under his breath before turning to the group. “So what’s our game plan? Do we want to split into groups? I don’t know how many of these things are in here, but with the amount of cursed energy I feel, we may need to cover some ground.”
The three of you nodded, Yuji adding, “Agreed. Kugisaki, wanna team up?”
Megumi rolled his eyes, of course Yuji would play wingman. Ignoring the rest of their emphatic conversation about battle strategy, he turned to you. “Guess we’re partners then.”
You smiled, looking up at him. When you first met Megumi you didn’t really know what you thought of him. He seemed to be a blank slate to you, unfeeling most days with the occasional sarcastic comment, but powerful, which was hot. You only really got to know him after he started reaching out to you, asking you about your favorite drink from the vending machine or if you had any cursed tools he could store for you in his shadows during training. He was always kind, thoughtful in a way you didn’t expect, and you soon saw how big of a heart he has for the people he cares about. You didn’t know about his connections with Gojo, the sorcerer who convinced you to come to Jujutsu High in the first place, until one day when the two of you were talking at the end of practice. Gojo came by to tell you that he was impressed with your progress, but you guess he wanted to embarrass Megumi a bit as well. He was always one to tease, after all.
Since then, you always seemed to be put on missions together, even if they were ones that could be dealt with alone. You weren’t complaining; you and Megumi were actually an amazing pair when it came to battling curses. It was nice to get to spend time with him and see him open up, and then one day it happened.
Hey, so… I’ve been thinking, Megumi had told you, sitting on the bleachers in front of the training grounds after practice one day. The two of you had stayed late to work on one of your new techniques and it turned into just hanging out. I know you really haven’t been here that long, but I really like spending this time with you. I- he breathed, probably regaining his thoughts into something more stoic, Would you maybe want… to-
Date? You interrupted. You knew Megumi, you knew emotions were hard for him, and honestly just watching him put in the effort to create that sentence and say it was enough for you to start swooning.
…
Yea. I mean, is that too much? We could always just stay like this if you didn’t want to get that serious, I know you haven’t been here that long and Gojo’s always looking at us and you’re still getting your bearings-
Megumi I would love to. You had to cut him off again, not rudely but you could tell he needed a bit of reassurance. I’ve been thinking about it too. I really like you, and it’s been nice going on these missions together. I don’t see why it would be a bad thing, do you?
… No, I don’t.
So the two of you started dating, and it was great. Honestly, the two of you were so low-key about your relationship that nobody really knew, and no one needed to. The two of you were happy with that. Megumi would bring you the occasional vending machine snack and the two of you would end your days hanging out in one of your rooms, mostly yours though because of Yuji. You loved him, but he was sure to find out and tell the world, and you weren’t ready for that just yet. Some days ended in cuddles and a new anime that you had wanted to try, some ended in breathless kisses and whispered confessions of I never want to let you go. Sometimes Megumi would stay after you fell asleep, watching you breathe and kissing your forehead as he rubbed your back. He loved when you were like that, vulnerable in his presence. It made him feel trusted, strong as a person instead of a sorcerer.
Megumi and you were the same on missions, just going, getting the job done, and getting out of there. He didn’t coddle you or do everything himself, because you’re a capable sorcerer and he knew it. Although he did worry about you sometimes, and after it was all said and done, he would take you out to dinner or ice cream and just appreciate that you were both alive. That was all he could ask for, really.
And now you were at this hospital, ready for another mission, smiling up at your boyfriend while trying not to crack up at his stoicism. “Guess we are, partner.” He smiled back at you. You knew each other’s fighting styles so well by now that this would probably be a piece of cake, even if there seemed to be a lot of curses around.
Yuji spoke up from beside you, “We’re going to head down to the east-side where the ER is… we think… there are probably dozens of them over there.”
You nodded, “If you’re going to the ER… maybe we could go to the ICU. There’s probably tons over there. Megs you in?”
Megumi nodded beside you, “Yea, sounds good. Meet up with you guys here?”
Everyone agreed and parted ways, and then things quickly went to shit.
There were a LOT of curses at this hospital, more than anyone was expecting (thanks to the higher-ups for taking so long with this assignment), and although the two of you were taking care of your portion very smoothly, you didn’t know if you could get through all of them. You could sense that Megumi was feeling the same, watching him fight from beside you. Even with the Shikigami and all of your experience fighting as a team, they still were almost overpowering you. Every once in a while he would block something that was directly coming for you and it scared the hell out of him. He had never had to do that for you, not once, in battle, and it only made him wonder what could be happening if he wasn’t here with you. You were doing the same for him, but didn’t really have time to linger on it with the sheer amount of fighting you were doing.
You wondered how Yuji and Nobara were doing as you took on more curses. Did they have this many curses down in the ER? Crunch. They must have, it’s probably the most high-traffic area in the hospital. Thud. You could still see Megumi fighting right by you, so he was fine. Snap. Everything was fine. Crack. You were under control. Splat. Everything was - gasp.
You looked down towards the source of the pain. The blood coming from your stomach was visible immediately, dripping through your shirt and down your legs, onto your favorite combat shoes. The collision knocked the air out of you so there was no breathing either. No talking. No yelling for Megumi, just standing there, looking down at your stomach as you saw the curses approaching. You heard one of the demon dogs, they were barking. I wonder at what.
Megumi was immediately alerted at the sound. They never bark, well they do, but only to help him. What’s wrong?
He finished with one of the curses and swiftly turned around, looking for you in the darkness of the veil. There you stood, frozen, looking down, terror in your eyes. You were scared. Megumi followed your line of sight, down to your legs, dripping with blood, onto your shoes that he knows you love so much. Fuck, no.
You couldn’t do anything but feel and watch and hear as Megumi realized what was happening and ran to you. “No, no, no, no, no. Baby, are you still with me? Can you hear me?” You nodded. “Okay, okay, that’s good. That’s good, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He was freaking out, you could tell because his voice jumped almost an entire octave, but there was nothing you could do. You wanted to reassure him, tell him that you were fine and that he was overreacting like he did, but you couldn’t. You weren’t even sure if you could breathe.
“Hey, it's gonna be okay, you hear me? I’m gonna get you out of here, and Kuro’s gonna make sure nothing gets us. It’s gonna be fine.” You were pretty sure that he was just talking to himself at this point, but still you nodded. And then he picked you up.
The pain was blinding and you cried out, taking your first breath of air since you were injured. Megumi cringed from above you, cradling you close to his chest as he ran out of the ICU down towards the ground floor. He knew it hurt, he could tell by your cries with every small jostle and shake, but there wasn’t any time to waste. He could see the blood pooling in the crease where your body was folded in his arms, spilling over the edge and coating his shoes as he ran. It was a dark and unholy thing, and it was all over you.
You were fading. Not from life, exactly, but definitely from consciousness. Despite the pain, your brain had decided it was time to go to sleep, and looking up you could tell that Megumi did not like that.
“Baby, you gotta stay with me. You can’t go to sleep just yet, okay? I know it hurts, but just let me get to Gojo and we’ll fix you up. You hear me?” You couldn’t tell if you nodded or not, only that you tried your best to stay awake, bleary eyed and bleeding out. You could see that Megumi had made it to the ground around the hospital, which meant that maybe you could go to sleep soon.
“GOJO!!!!” Megumi yelled, running towards the veil. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes. It was overwhelming, the exhaustion from the fight, the adrenaline coursing through him, the terror at the sight of you. It all combined into one terrible and strange feeling that he just couldn’t shove down. “GOJO!!” He ran through the veil, clutching you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And even as Gojo ran up, calmly told him to let her go, let me see, he couldn’t get his hands to loosen their grip.
Gojo had to almost pry you from Megumi, but once he saw the damage he cringed. It was bad. You were barely conscious, eyes moving around behind nearly shut lids. Your stomach was almost completely cut open, a large slice oozing blood from right above your bellybutton. “Megumi, I need you to keep her awake,” he said, tone dead serious. “I’m gonna call Shoko. Put pressure on her stomach, you know the drill.”
Megumi bent over your limp body on the ground, whispering, “Hey sweetheart.” He stroked your hair away from your sweaty forehead, “This is gonna hurt, but it’ll help I promise.” And then, taking his head from your forehead, he pushed down on your wound. You immediately jolted up, crying and pawing at his arms to let go. “I know, I know it hurts baby but you gotta let me. Try and save your energy, okay?” He gently pushed you back down with a free hand and reapplied the pressure, a little more gently this time.
There was blood everywhere. On your shirt, your legs, your shoes, your chest. And it was all over him too. His uniform was soaked, his hands and arms now dyed crimson and smelling of metal. Megumi looked down at you and saw his sleeping girl on Saturday mornings, wishing he was there gently waking her up instead of containing the blood that spilled out of you.
You looked up at Megumi through almost closed eyes. You saw your devoted boyfriend who brought you your favorite snack at lunch breaks and stayed up with you on school nights to watch movies even though he was tired. You couldn’t ever remember Megumi crying, not once, in the entire time you had known him, so you thought it must be the blood loss when you swore you could see tears falling from his eyes as you fell into unconsciousness.
“Okay, I’ll get her and be on my way. Thanks Shoko.” This is gonna be a tough one. Gojo hung up the phone and turned around, looking at Megumi. Holy shit. He was shaking above your body, convulsing in sobs that Gojo had never seen before, even when he was little. He saw the growing stain of darkness underneath you and Megumi’s hand that went up to stroke your forehead. “If he gets a girlfriend and she dies before I even knew about it I’m gonna be pissed,” he muttered to himself, making a mental note to go and give the higher ups some hell after this was over.
“Megumi, I need you to give her to me,” he said, crouching down across from the absolute mess of a sorcerer. Megumi nodded, already having composed himself.
Geez, what do I say to this kid? Gojo sat there for a second, taking Megumi’s arms off of you. “It’s gonna be okay, I’ll take her to Shoko and come back for the rest of you. You know…” he took a breath, “She’s the best.” Gojo picked you up, making sure there was still pressure on your wound as Megumi stepped away, looking down at the stain on the ground.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Do you think we would be together if we weren’t sorcerers?”
“If we knew each other then probably. I mean who,” Megumi started, reaching for you, “Could resist this face?”
You scoffed, “Oh let go of me you little brat, you’re so unserious.”
He laughed, tackling you onto your bed. “You know I think you’re gorgeous,” he started, kissing up your neck, “And smart,” kiss, “And powerful,” kiss, “And so kind.” He stopped above your lips. “Why wouldn’t I want you in every universe?” Another kiss, which turned into something deeper. Something that left you breathless and humming in delight as he pulled you up the bed with him.
And following the memory came darkness.
8:37 am, 4 days later
You smelled it before you fully woke up, the sharp tingle of antiseptic in your nose. It was a sensation quickly followed by a dull, aching pain that came from your stomach. It came flooding back, the hospital, the curses in the ICU, that extremely ugly one that drew a gash across your abdomen, Megumi…
You opened your eyes, and he was there. Sleeping, forehead pressed to one of your hands, softly snoring. He looked like shit, to be honest. Probably unwashed hair and dark circles made themselves apparent to you as soon as you looked at him. How long have I been asleep for?
You flinched your fingers to maybe get him to stir, and it worked. Megumi had always gotten up early anyways, but you felt bad as you assumed he probably hadn’t been getting very much rest since the mission. His eyes looked so sleepy for just a second, but they quickly opened in realization.
“Oh my god, you're awake. Are you okay, does it hurt? Do you need me to get Ieiri?” He was the most frantic you think you had ever seen him, but you shook your head.
“Megumi, I'm okay. Relax.”
“I’m just gonna get her in case.”
“Meg-” you sighed as he ran out, there was no point in arguing. If he wanted to do something, it was going to happen. You were looking around at the IV and monitors when you heard a voice at the door.
“Someone has some explaining to do.”
You rolled your eyes and looked towards Gojo. “And what may that be?”
“You didn’t TELL ME?? How long have the two of you been a thing??” He feigned hurt, “I thought I could trust you.”
“That was a Megumi decision, not a-”
“Oh you know he was never gonna tell me, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna talk about it after,” he gestures to your hospital bed, “All of this.”
You smiled, “Well now you know.” A moment of silence passed, and you could feel it get a little heavier. “How bad was it?”
“It was… bad. You were almost gone. A couple of times. As for him, I’ve never seen him cry so much. Like, ever.”
Megumi spent what felt like forever looking for Ieri, but he finally grabbed her and practically hauled her back to your room, finding Gojo at the doorway talking to you. Nosy much?
Shoko went in and checked all of your vitals, asked some questions, and Megumi listened intently at everything she said. Eventually she gave you the all clear, stepping out and pulling Gojo along with her. Give them some space, you brat.
You watched Megumi grapple with his emotions a bit before sitting down next to you, taking your hand in his again.
He looked down. “I thought I was gonna lose you.” You didn’t move, you didn’t even try to argue, you just sat there and listened. He continued, voice wobbly, “When I was a kid I used to wonder what I would do if Gojo left and never came back. What would happen if the strongest people in my life died and I was left alone again.”
“But when I met you, I-” his voice cracked, and you could almost hear the tears as they started gathering, “I didn’t think about that anymore, I was just happy. I felt secure again, and everything was stable. And then-” you could see how frustrated he was getting, but despite that it made you a bit fuzzy inside. It was heartwarming to watch him get through this, because it showed to you how much you meant to him.
“And then I lost you. Twice. And now I’m terrified all over again because I know it can happen to you too. God, I don’t know what I would have done.”
You couldn’t see his face anymore because he was holding it in his hands, but you knew what it looked like. You knew it from his face in battle and the way he would unconsciously surrender to you at night when nobody was watching. You saw the hurt carved into his posture and the whispers of grief that were almost real, snaking around in his mind as a reminder of what could have been. It radiated an aura of despair, and you could feel it in his cursed energy. And it hurt you.
“Megumi,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair, “There’s no guarantee that any of us, even Sukuna himself, will live to see another day. And I’ve thought about it too.” You knew he wouldn’t want you to sugarcoat things, he always wanted you to be honest. And you were being honest. You moved your hand to his chin, gently giving it a nudge, “Look at me, sweetheart.”
He moved his hands from his face, looking at you and revealing the devastation that you could feel coming off of him. “I worry about you every day that we go on another mission. Every time I see you fight, even at your strongest, there’s a little part of me deep down that panics. But I know how capable you are, how strong and smart you are, and I know how much you want to come home to me, yea?”
He nodded, looking down. “Yea.”
“I’m not telling you not to worry, because I know that would be impossible for you. I just want you to know that life isn’t worth living in fear. It would ruin the good that we have, and we have so much good.” You gestured down to the very tight wrappings around your midsection, “This is just a hiccup, and yes, it was a very bad hiccup, but a hiccup nonetheless. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities for me to worry over you in the future, but for right now, try to breathe. I’m okay. I came back to you.” He nodded again, taking your hand and squeezing it. “You can coddle me all you want until I get better, I won’t protest, okay?” you said, laughing.
Megumi gave you a small laugh. “Okay.”
“Okay,” you repeated, tugging at his hand. “Come here.”
Megumi climbed into the bed with you oh so gingerly, making sure not to touch a single wire or tube, and definitely avoiding your injury. As you snuggled into him he let out a sigh of relief, let himself relax against you. “I love you,” he whispered against your hair, a confession.
You smiled against his chest, “I love you too.”
And somewhere not so far away, Gojo was yelling at some old geezers about that god-forsaken mission the two of you had been thrown into.
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notes: AAAAH you guys, this was so fun to write. I've been wanting to post for so long but have never done it before, so I hope at least someone out there likes it. Megumi deserves more fics so I thought this would be a good one to start with
