.✦ ݁˖ where i write mainly for jujustu kaisen, gachiakuta, haikyuu, chainsaw man, and more!
╰┈➤ i will write fluff, headcanons, crack, smaus, series, angst, and maybe smut (i’m not very good at it ╥﹏╥)
╰┈➤ i will not write anything about characters that are obviously disliked⸝⸝ ex. mahito, mei mei, naoya, etc // or anything inappropriate for underage characters unless if they are older in their official timeskip ⸝⸝ ex. kageyama, kuroo, etc
this idea randkmly popped into my head and i NEEEDDDDDD to see it
something with bsf!tsukkishima x reader where he's OBSESSED with indirect kisses and small touches and just that TENSION EEEEKKKK
love to see this, feel free to play around :D
☆ maybe i like you
જ⁀➴ in which your bestfriend tsukishima (who is secretly in love with you) confesses his feelings for you, maybe...?
content warning : cursing in some parts, reader implied to be shorter than tsukishima
tsukishima loved to be around you. i mean, of course he never wanted to admit that—but c’mon, you are his best friend. somehow though, you always felt as if there was some slight tension between the two of you. not in a “i secretly hate you!” type of tension, more like a “i’m secretly in love with you but too scared to admit it” type of tension. the thought never really crossed your mind though until these little instances occurred.
the first incident happened when you were walking home with tsukishima after a long day of practice. the night felt calm and quiet, as the moonlight defined the sharp features of his face. you both had dropped yamaguchi off and were now walking towards your house.
on nights like this where the sound of nature absorbed the night, conversation was kept to a minimum. the only things to come from tsukishima were the quiet sighs and small yawns. “awe tsuki, you tired?” you teasingly smiled. he looked down at you and rolled his eyes, “yeah, so what? i wanna see you do 3+ hours of practice while dealing with a bunch of dummies.”
you threw your hand onto his shoulder, patting it, “well i already have to deal with your bratty ass so it’s just about the same!” tsukishima clicked his teeth as he faced his head away from you. you slowly ran your hand down to his forearm, wrapping your arm around it. “oh c’mon tsuki, don’t tell me i hurt your feelings.” you could ever so slightly see it, the pinkish tint warming up his cheeks. “shut up” he muttered under his breath. you couldn’t help but laugh at his shy antics. oh, how he loved your laugh.
the second incident happened when you were at his house studying for an upcoming test. the two of you were in his room, arguing over some snacks. specifically, tsukishima’s snacks. “i told you to go get your own!”, tsukishima yelled while snatching the chip bag out of your hands. “and i told you to come with me, but you don’t want to!” you slightly shove him. “i don’t understand why you can’t just go get it by yourself.” he questioned.
you covered your face with your hands as a sign of irritation. “tsuki, this isn’t my house. i can’t just go through your pantry and take your food.” tsukishima sighed at your stubbornness. a few seconds pass until you hear a shuffle next to you. you look up and see that tsukishima is already halfway out the door. you tilt your head slightly, confused to why he left.
after a while, tsukishima comes back with a handful of snacks and two drinks. he walks over to the bed, dumping all of the items onto it. “here. now you can stop stealing all of mine.” you smiled widely, “wow tsukishima! you really brought this all for me?” there it was again, that pinkish tint that was painted over his cheeks, even more noticeable than the last time. “it was nothing.” he shyly looked away. you reach over to him, pulling him into a small hug. oh, how he loved your touch.
fast forward to the present, where it was now valentine's day. it had been another year of having no valentine so it was just another day to you. “have any valentine, y/n?” yachi asked in a teasing manner. “nope. what about you?” you sighed. yachi looked at like you were crazy. “wait what!? tsukishima hasn’t asked you yet?” you share a puzzled look with her. “what are you talking about?”
yachi then went into full blown panic mode, stuttering while she spoke, “oh no, i thought he already did it! pretend i didn’t say anything!” she rushed out of the classroom, scurrying off to who knows where. that was strange..
practice was now over and it was time to head home. you gathered your belongings and headed over to tsukshima and yamaguchi, ready for your daily routine of walking home. while you were walking, you felt that something was different. practice had ended a little earlier today, so the sun was just starting to set. but that wasn’t it… there was something in the air, as if the energy had shifted. you then noticed that yamaguchi kept looking over at tsukishima as if he were waiting for him to say something.
the three of you had soon reached yamaguchi’s house, saying your goodbyes and heading off. just as usual, neither of you had said a word. typically, the silence would’ve been comforting, but today it was awkward. you decided to break the silence, “yachi said something so weird today.”
“oh yeah? what’d she say?” he said while still facing forward. you hesitated a little before speaking, wondering if you should even say it. “well… she asked me if i had a valentine, to which i said no… but then she asked, “tsukishima hasn’t you yet?”” tsukishima stopped walking and turned, now fully facing you. “what did she mean by that tsuki?” you questioned.
tsukishima deeply signed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you waited patiently for an answer, until he spoke. “okay, maybe i was planning on asking you to be my valentine.” he stuttered. “why me though?” you said laughing a little, a bit shocked at his honesty. “because maybe i like you” he said bluntly. you smiled softly, “ wow tsukishima, i didn’t know you could actually like people.” he chuckled at your response.
aki has always found immense shame in the notion of touching himself.
of course, that does not mean he goes completely dry. it’s just something he prefers not to do, especially with the constant hassle of chaos surrounding him—with that comes both slim time to do it and the heightened chance of being caught. he only found himself desperate and alone in the dead of night, face warm with embarrassment despite the lack of eyes on him and breathy pants falling from his lips as he shut his eyes and pretended he wasn’t so pathetic.
still, it was always in complete solace. as it should be. contained, restrained; all that aki was as a person.
but tonight was different. and it was all because of you. he was barely at fault—any man with eyes and a groin was sure to be affected in the same way. he may be stoic and reserved and lacking the outward show of most mortal desire, but at the end of the day he is only a man. only a man that has to restrain himself from taking you in the break room on any normal day when you are covered head to toe in uniform, let alone how you looked now.
he found himself shut in his car, awareness of the window tint being far too little for a real safety present but not prominent. the blanket of night and the slight buzz in his mind was enough for now. a quick smoke break, he’d claimed. just a moment to breathe—alone. truthfully, he had taken the first opportunity to scramble out of there the moment he found his eyes lingering on you too long and his pants growing tight.
images flashed through his mind. the collective group of Public Safety workers out for drinks. your dress, short and sleek, just bordering on the line of promiscuous. he closed his eyes and imagined what it would look like pooled on his bedroom floor. that, combined with the action of him pressing the heel of his palm into the aching hardness between his legs, had his lips parting and a groan tumbling from them before he could restrain himself.
this is dirty. he knew it. he knew that he was vulnerable to be seen by the many eyes circling the building, his car tucked away in the corner of the parking lot but not entirely concealed. but he just couldn’t help himself. what else was he supposed to do, go back in there knowing he was fucking throbbing in his pants for the rest of the night? no, definitely not. this was the better thing to do—get it over with. in the haze of his arousal, he almost convinced himself.
(a part of him almost liked the idea of you finding out. seeing—feeling—his need for you. a part of him wanted to be called dirty, to have his carefully crafted composure shattered in the eyes of the one he let it crumble for. he pushed the thought away before it got far; even now, finishing too fast would hurt his pride.)
his belt came undone with an echoing clink, hips canting up into his hand the moment he tugged his clothes down just enough to find relief. he spit into his palm, bringing it down to his cock and smearing the precum that had spilled from the tip around the head before giving himself a few, almost experimental pumps. a sound aki was not even entirely aware he was capable of making rose from his throat as he pretended it was your hand instead of his.
aki was observant. this was always a positive trait, but at the moment, he was more grateful for it than ever. he thought back to the many things he had noticed about you that others may not have. the curl of your fingers around the handle of the pitcher as you poured yourself a drink. the way your lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, shining with the liquid when you pulled away. the way the straps of your dress shrugged down your shoulders ever so slightly the more inebriated you became. your makeup, carefully applied. he wanted to see it run. he wanted to *ruin* you.
but for now, he was the wrecked one—whimpering and bucking into his own hand in the plush seat of his own car. it was ironic, really. pathetic. dirty. everything that aki was not. and he hated how much he enjoyed it.
you knew the risks associated with dating a member of the cleaners, and enjin was clear about them.
not only could he die at any mission, but someone could also target you as a way to make a jab at him, and it didn't help that enjin wasn't always the best communicator.
he'd told you time and time again that he was no good in relationships and that you'd be better off without him, but you didn't let that stop him. you loved him and nothing he could do would change that.
or so you thought.
you had tried calling his choker and he didn't pick up which led you straight to headquarters.
the second you walked in semiu must've known what you were there for because she simply said, "he's in his room." and you smiled politely as you stomped to his room.
part of your brain knew you should take a minute, and address him calmly but the other part was beyond pissed.
he didn't even tell you he was going on a mission, didn't call you on the way there, didn't leave a note or have semiu tell you, nothing. Then he had the audacity to not even tell you that he returned?
yeah. your anger was completely justified.
using your spare key, you unlocked the door to see a shirtless enjin watching tv in his bed, at first, he seemed confused as to who was coming into his room until he saw you and he smiled.
"hey babe, don't you look as beautiful as ever." he beckoned you over and paused the tv.
you took the remote turned the tv off then grabbed umbreaker.
"woah-woah, what's gotten you so mad?" he sat up walking over towards you.
"what happened to full transparency?"
"it was a short mission, I was only gone for four days."
"why do you think you don't have to tell me these things? even now you only care because i'm holding your stupid umbrella hostage." you tried to keep the tears from falling.
"y/n," the expression on his face changed. it went from one of amusement and boredom to one of love and concern.
he reached out to grab your arm, but you pushed him away, threw his vital instrument on the bed then stormed out.
over the next few days, he continued trying to contact you, to the point you took your choker off.
you knew this was unhealthy and borderline toxic, but you wanted him to feel how you felt.
you ordered some takeout for yourself and assumed that's who was knocking. And it was! but it was enjin delivering them. with some flowers.
"what do you want?" you asked, part of you wanted to kick him out but honestly you were starving and the flowers were very pretty and hard to get here on the ground.
"took me forever to find these flowers. but I had someone use their cursed energy to preserve them, so they'll never rot, just like my love for you."
did he have communication issues? yes.
but he always tried and as mad as you were, you were so happy to see him in one piece in front of you.
"I'm sorry for throwing umbreaker." you mumbled as he held you tight in his arms.
"i know love, and i'm sorry too. but i gotta say, you look damn fine when you're angry."
belongs to @carleycore do not plagiarize, steal or feed into ai under any circumstances.
✦ 𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Inumaki can’t is trying to handle allat !!
based on this request and a part 2 to this !
Inumaki had successfully made his friends believe in his relationship, but now a new trouble had arisen.
No one in public seemed to realise you two were dating. Shouldn’t it have been obvious since you were always together? That’s what Inumaki assumed anyway.
His assumptions were apparently always wrong.
The first incident happened on the beach, the sun casting an overpowering glow over the terrain, providing an intense heat that had people setting up umbrellas everywhere to avoid it.
When you had first pulled off your clothes, revealing your red bikini underneath, he almost got a boner in the middle of the beach. Therefore, he tried to stay close to you the whole time, one hand lingering on your lower back or pecking your lips at any given chance.
It managed to keep the lingering eyes at just that, no one daring to approach.
Until he stupidly decided to rest on his beach towel, two hands behind his head. You were only two or three metres from him, trying to make a sandcastle with the utmost dedication as it fell into pieces for the fourth time.
“Excuse me?”
You looked up.
Inumaki looked up.
“Yeah, you’re like really fit. Can I get your number?”
“No, I have a boyfriend. Sorry,” you replied stiffly, watching the group of boys grumble and hit each other before strolling off.
When you turned to look at Inumaki, he had his eyes closed facing the sky. You walked over to him, tapping his foot.
“Hm,” he grunted in acknowledgment.
“Toge,” you said with a smirk. “I know you saw that.”
He silently flicked his sunglasses over his nose, covering his eyes and causing you to laugh and lightly slap his chest. “You’re such a child, Toge. Did you think I was going to say yes or something?”
Silence.
You lean down and press a kiss against his abdomen, watching the muscles twitch underneath your touch. Then you lean over and press your lips firmly against his, breasts pressing into his chest and threatening to spill out of the skimpy material. His hand finally lifts, resting on your waist as you pull back.
“Salmon,” he hums gently. “Tuna mayo.”
You run your nails down his torso, watching his body shiver as you trailed lower and lower. “You’ve been touchy all day.” Your fingers trail over the waistband of his swimming shorts. “It’s been to keep everyone away, hasn’t it?” You flash him a grin. “You’re hot when you’re protective and jealous.”
He pushes his sunglasses back over his hair and looks up at you from where he’s still laying down.
“Cavier,” he grumbles.
You roll your eyes. “I presume you’re swearing at the boys and not me.”
“Salmon.”
“Good. Otherwise I would’ve gone and actually given them my number.”
Inumakis hand slips lower and grips your ass. Hard.
“Just teasing.” You press another kiss to his lips. “You’ll always be my…” you hesitate. “…alpha.”
He grins at that, laughing when he sees your disgusted expression at what you just said. “Salmon,” he agrees.
The second incident happened at the arcade. A date that the two of you had planned for weeks.
The world was a blur around the two of you as you focused purely on each other, making out in the photobooth machine, hogging the basketball machine, stealing all the balls at the bowling alley from the little kids and claiming they were lucky.
“Toge! Please can we play pool?” You ask as you already begin dragging him towards the empty pool table.
As you pay for it at the counter, hand the worker the money and walk back with your little coin to start the game, a group of boys walks past, not even bothering to look at your eyes before staring straight at your low-cut top.
Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice as you lightly jogged over to your boyfriend. He wrapped a protective arm around your waist as you pressed a kiss against his cheek.
As you leaned down to grab the sticks, your breasts jutted out from your top, the soft flesh looking ever so tempting to Inumaki who was trying to focus on anything else.
Except, every time you’d lean over the table to hit the balls, he wasn’t able to tear his eyes away. Every touch and graze against his arm set him alight, making his thoughts more clouded… and more lustful.
When you finally won, you spun with a squeal of glee to brag. However, he was clearly distracted, zoned out and staring down at his hands which were gripping the stick firmly.
“Toge? Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to graze your fingers against his knuckles. “You- oh.” When you glanced down, you saw the very obvious problem. In his trousers.
You gaped at him as he nervously glanced at you. “Toge, you are such a horny freak!” You whisper-yelled with uncontrollable laughter.
Placing the sticks down, you quickly drag him into a gender-neutral toilet and push him up against the wall. He pulls in a sharp breath as you grope him through his jeans, unzipping them and unbuckling his belt.
His cock sprang free, flushed head leaking pre-cum as it throbbed in your hand. You rub your thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-cum around his base.
Quiet moans slipped from Inumaki’s mouth as you started moving your hand up and down, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“I can’t believe you got a boner in the middle of the arcade,” you tease with a giggle, making his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.
“Mmm- caviar,” he groans out when your hand speeds up, the thap thap noise getting louder as he covers his mouth with his hand, eyes finally opening and immediately straying down to your chest, breasts jiggling with your quick hand movements.
You watch him intently, how he’s completely fixated. Without giving it much thought, you reach back and untie the strings holding the top together, letting it fall and expose your bra underneath, providing a much better view for your boyfriend.
You giggle again as he whimpers, one hand shooting to your hip and squeezing roughly, not so slyly slipping it down to your ass to cop a feel.
He comes unexpectedly, head tipping back against the cold wall and emitting a loud whimper, biting his lip to hold back the sounds.
Once you manage to clean up, Toge ties your top up again with relentless teasing. “You really like my breasts, huh?” You smirk.
He pulls his phone out from his pocket, quickly typing something on his notes.
I’m sorry. But they are fucking gorgeous.
You laugh, head tipping to rest on his chest. “Don’t apologise. They love the attention.”
More typing.
do THEY love the attention or do YOU love the attention
“Hmm. Both.”
He laughed, pushing his phone into his pocket again. “Salmon.”
hai haii sorry for not posting ive been working on other thungs BUT JUST KNOW there will be somethings coming out soon most likely later this week so stay tuned 😛
satoru's favorite subject to study (stalk) is you!
“please,” he whimpered, his hands on your hips, clutching them with a implacable desperation, refusing to loosen his hold. “you look so beautiful right now, and— and i just need this.” he said, pressing his face between your clothed thighs.
“i promise i’ll be good. i jus— just— i need to have you, okay?...” gojo knew he needed to distract you from the fact that you caught him borderline stalking you. that sweet boy façade that he’s been putting up for you had turned out to be a front. in all actuality— satoru gojo was a freak. a pervert, if you will. as you went into your room after a long day of classes, you had caught him on your personal laptop, transferring your photos— selfies, candid pictures, even your nudes to his own phone.
unbeknownst to you, he had a collection of his own photos he’s taken of you on his phone. whether it be between classes or after study sessions, he dedicates his free time to you. you’re his release. his sanctuary.
and you look prettiest when you’re oblivious.
“please,” he whispered between your thighs. “those pictures mean nothing. i’m—it’s still me. it’s still me, okay?” he said, tears pricking his eyes. he took a deep inhale of your scent, and he moaned quietly. “please just— just let me have this. you’ll let me have it, right?”
you ran your fingers through his hair, and then gripped the back of his head, pulling his head up so he looked up at you. “you’re gross, satoru.” you said. “and desperate.” you added.
“i am.” he said back, almost immediately. “but i promise it’s for good reason. i—i just really like you.” he whispered, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. “let me show you how much i like you. please.” he pleaded, pulling your shorts down. despite your spiteful words, you lifted your hips to allow him to take off your shorts easier. “i already know what you like.” he said, but you didn’t doubt it once. “you like it soft,” he whispered, resting his cheek on your thigh, as he reached out and rubbed his index finger over your clothed clit.
“gentle..” he murmured, urging your thighs further apart with his free hand. he scooted you closer to him, on the edge of your bed, and he put one of your thighs over his shoulder. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your clothed clit. “sometimes i think i know you better than you know yourself.” he said quietly.
“can i take these off?” he asked, looking up at you with those sweet eyes. a wolf in sheep’s clothing, that boy. you nodded, and then he spoke. “words..” he murmured, caressing your thigh. “yes, satoru.” you finally said. he slid off your panties, and let out a soft sigh, his eyebrows twitching in pleasure.
he spread your legs a bit wider, and leaned in, his breath fanning over your sensitive heat. his lips latched onto your clit, giving gentle sucks and kisses. satoru studied you. he truly knew exactly what you were looking for, craving for, and what buttons to push to get you to the edge. aside from looking at your private pictures, he also looked through your likes on twitter, and what you read about.
maybe he did know you better than you knew yourself.
because as of right now, he was striking every chord to a T.
you writhed beneath him, his name falling from your lips in sweet, sweet gasps, just as he prayed for every night. you grabbed his hair, not even having to guide him how to do it right. he just.. knew. you were almost embarrassed at how quickly he took you to the edge.
“satoru,” you whispered, letting your eyes fall shut. “i’m close.” you murmured, returning your gaze back onto him. he moaned into your flesh, and looked up into your eyes.
he locked his arms around your thighs so you stayed in place, and kept his eyes on you. his working tongue sped up on you, giving you gentle licks and sucks, despite the speed. there was nothing in this world that he wanted more, than for you to finally come on his tongue.
he watched as you tensed up, your eyes squeezing shut. he felt you clench, and felt your legs lock around his head, and he absolutely relished in it. he couldn’t help but grind himself against your bed, his hips bucking against your sheets desperately, matching your speed. “please,” he whispered, keeping his eyes locked onto you. “i need it. i need this so bad.”
and finally, as you came onto his tongue, it sped up his own release. he gasped against your heat, pulling away briefly to collect himself. you caught your own breath, looking down at him. “satoru?” you murmured, beginning to sit up. you ran your fingers through his hair, picking up his head. you could see the faintest pricking of tears on his waterline.
with that, he came closer to you, and kissed you with a red hot passion that he couldn’t respectfully hold back anymore. “you’re just so beautiful.” he mumbled against your lips, cupping your cheek. “did you—?” you said against his lips, but didn’t finish, your words being swallowed by his mouth.
୨୧ — Every damn morning like clockwork, 5:45 AM. Tiny fingers pry one of Sukuna’s eyelids open, a small face hovering inches from his own. Her hair still wild from sleep, cheeks flushed with excitement, "Papa! Wake up!" Small hands nudging him while clutching her pink brush and collection of scrunchies against her pjs, "Hair time!"
Sukuna clicked his tongue, a massive hand engulfing her tiny face as he gently pushed her back, "Go back to bed, brat."
"Nooooo!" She whined, pushing his hand off her face and climbing onto his broad back, "You promised!"
With a displeased groan, he rolls over, causing her to slide off his back with a delighted squeal. Sitting up while running a hand through his own disheveled hair, he looks at the brat he helped create with a scowl, "Gimme that," he grumbles, snatching the brush from her.
She scrambles into his lap, her small back pressed against his chest, practically vibrating with excitement. Sukuna couldn’t relate, it was early… too early, like always. He looks down at the top of her head and mutters under his breath, "She was supposed to be a boy..."
Propping yourself up on one elbow, you trace your fingers over his the tattoos that decorate his warm arm, "You say that every morning," you tease him softly.
"Because it's true every morning," he fires back, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward. Awkwardly, he begins working through her tangles, his calloused hands- hands that at times come home bloody, now trying to be gentle with his daughter's delicate scalp.
"Ooww! Papa!!! You're pulling!"
"Stay still then..." he grunts, trying again with more care, "Your hair's a damn mess." As he brushes through her strands, he couldn't help but think how absurd this was- he was Sukuna Ryomen, the fucking guy who’s got everyone pissing their pants in fear… The guy who was born out of bloodshed, who's never had a single care for the lives he's taken. How the hell did he end up with a little girl, a wife, and a home? … His eyes softened as they narrowed, how the hell did he find himself fearing for this tiny things future- the day she's old enough to be married off to a man like him…?
He’s grown soft…
But it doesn't mean he won't rip out the throat of any man who dares lay a finger on her...
You watch, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of Sukuna struggling, being utterly defeated by a five year old's bedhead, "Want me to take over-"
"No!" both father and daughter respond in unison, making you throw your hands up in surrender before they decide to kick you out of bed.
"I got this," Sukuna insists, his fingers, more accustomed to handling weapons and violence than hair accessories, fumbling with the thin strands. His brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to separate her hair into sections. How the fuck was he supposed to make three even parts again?
Your daughter looks over at you, wholesome pride in her eyes. This was their thing- this morning struggle that somehow means everything to both of them. Even if Sukuna doesn't admit it, he loves being the protective girl dad... enjoys feeling needed and special in this way.
You lean against his bare shoulder as you watch him separate her hair into three uneven sections, trying to remember how braiding works. The girl in his lap patiently waits with the biggest smile, offering encouraging words as if she's the adult coaching the child.
"Papa! Papa! Like this! Over not under, remember? You did it yesterday!"
"Yesterday I fucked it up too." he mumbles, starting over for a third time.
When he finally manages something resembling a braid, secured with her favorite sparkly leopard scrunchie, she hops off his lap to examine his work in the bathroom mirror. You take the opportunity to press a kiss to Sukuna’s shoulder, then his neck, then the corner of his mouth, "Looks like you're getting better~."
"Don't start what you can't finish," he warns, his voice dropping lower as he turns to catch your lips properly. His hand coming up to squeeze your cheek possessively.
Your daughter returns before you could respond, beaming despite the crooked, messy braid that's already coming undone at the bottom, "Perect! Thank you, Papa!"
Sukuna breaks away from you, looking down at her, at this tiny little being who fears nothing about him... not his size, not his tattoos, not how he puts the fear of god in her preschool teacher. She sees only her papa, the man who makes her burnt pancakes and braids her hair poorly.
The man who protects you- her mother, and would do anything for her. The man who would secretly die for her…
Placing his hand on the top of her head, he gives it a little ruffle, "Yeah kid... perfect."
nerdjo, who’d always be soso nervous about physical touch and kisses no matter how many times you peppered his face in them or cuddled together.
nerdjo, who loves the nights you stay over in his dorm because he got to watch admire you getting unready, sleep and wake up in the most adorable way. (in his eyes at least)
nerdjo, who gets super excited anytime you two go out together, feeling like a true boyfriend when he holds the door open for you or insists on paying the bill.
nerdjo, who shows you off in any way he can. wallpaper? you two in a photo booth. profile picture? you kissing his cheek. wallet? a picture of you in his digimon shirt.
nerdjo, who prays to whatever power rules over the universe that he’s doing this whole relationship at least decently right, too embarrassed to ask any of his friends for advice.
nerdjo, who absolutely dreads the week you get your period, overwhelmed whit what he should do, how he could help because god help him, he has no clue whatsoever.
nerdjo, who feels like the biggest idiot, beating himself up that he knew all those incredibly hard formulas but not what kind of pads his girl needs as he stands in the feminine hygiene aisle.
nerdjo, who literally read a whole book and watched a dozen videos on menstrual cycles that night.
nerdjo, who needs you smiling and happy at all times, making sure you had everything you possibly needed whenever you wanted.
nerdjo, who’s phone must be on dnd when studying, it’s really that serious, yet changed his settings so that ‘my lovely lady’ ‘s notifications were allowed.
nerdjo, who tries so hard to get it all right each time you two try something new and is all the more grateful for your reassurance the times it doesn’t go as planned.
nerdjo, who enjoys having little things of you around. the ribbon from your birthday present to him on his nightstand. your deodorant in his bathroom shelf. your panties under his pillow.
nerdjo, who cherishes everything about you. every single thing you do is sacred in his eyes, he quite literally feels like he’s in the presence of an angel.
nerdjo, who’s biggest nightmare is waking up without you by his side. without you in his life. but is reminded everyday that he doesn’t need to fear such a thing happening at all.
hai twin…(´▽｀) im really sorry that this isnt a request and/or if this sounds weird but i saw ur jellyous smau post AND IVE BEEN SO OBSESSED like literally ≧∇≦) but i was wondering, i hope this isn’t a weird question but what kpop groups do u listen to? i can’t seem to find ur intro so i thought id come on here and ask 🤤🤤💗💗
haii sorry i don’t really have an intro BUT i really listen to a variety of kpop groups. but i mostly stan p1h (ULTSS), illit, le sserafim, enhypen, red velvet, and twice. but i casually listen to nct, cortis, h2h, txt, nwjns, and xlov (i’ve really been obsessed w xlov) although i wouldn’t really say i’m as much of a kpop stan i used to be :(
wow the jellyous texts reached 1000+ likes AND the megumi texts is almost at 2000 likes AND we’re half way to 300 followers already guys thank you so much 🥹🤍 i really cannot thank you enough!
enjin liked you. you knew it, he knew it—hell, everyone at HQ knew.
even though he shouldn’t, he acted like you were already his.
whenever you got ready, he’d linger in the doorway like he belonged there, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar, unreadable stare.
then, like it didn’t matter at all, he’d finally speak.
“well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”
his voice was rough, but there was a strange warmth beneath it. the way he looked at you said everything.
he’d take you out one-on-one, saying HQ had gotten "boring". he acted like it was nothing, just casual—though it was clear to anyone paying attention that it wasn’t.
he always paid the tab too, barely even looking at the bill.
"it's pocket change."
you’d roll your eyes as he pulled the money from his wallet. you’d long passed the stage of arguing with him about it. he simply wouldn’t let you.
“enjin, i can pay for my own food.”
“i know.”
“…then why—”
“because i don’t want you to.”
and that was that.
anytime you left HQ without him, he'd constantly blow up your phone.
mary poppins: Hey.
mary poppins: where are you?
mary poppins: hello???
mary poppins: don’t ignore me.
mary poppins: i saw you walk out earlier
mary poppins: who was that guy
mary poppins: was that your friend orrrr
mary poppins: because he didn’t look like a friend
mary poppins: is this some kind of prank?
mary poppins: text me ASAP
when you didn’t answer fast enough, he’d follow up with the most insulting excuse for concern.
mary poppins: if you’re dead i’m going to be pissed.
and every time he drove, he let you pick the music.
you didn’t even have to ask anymore. the second you reached for the aux, he’d already be handing it over.
“how come she always gets to pick the music?” zanka asked from the backseat, clearly annoyed.
"because,” enjin replied, like it was obvious.
zanka narrowed his eyes. “because…?”
enjin didn’t even look away from the road.
“mind ya business.”
zanka scoffed and stared out the window, sulking like a toddler. riyo choked on her laughter, turning her face away, and rudo blinked between the two of them, completely lost.
you just leaned back in the passenger seat, smug.
enjin’s hand shifted on the wheel.
then—subtle, like it was an accident—his knuckles brushed your thigh.
streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.
“hey,” you hum softly, walking over like it’s nothing.
the chat explodes and he doesn’t even glance at it.
voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT
satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL??????
angelmilk: she’s so pretty what 😭
gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK
“oh my fuck,” he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.
you don’t question it—you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like it’s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.
“you look so gooooood,” he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered he’s live.
his hand doesn’t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like he’s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.
the twitch chat is going insane.
you notice quickly
you’re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. “what are they saying?”
“nothing important,” he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.
too late.
you squint, reading out loud, confused, “I usually skip this part…?” your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. “what does that mean?” and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.
torus breath catches, just barely but enough.
you’re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. “wait, there’s more—”
his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.
grounding.
his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like he’s trying to anchor himself. “hey,” he says suddenly, sharper now—directed at the screen.
the chat floods faster.
softgirlcult: she’s literally clueless this is insane
domainexpansionTHIS: “i usually skip this part” LMAOOOOOO
gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD
blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT
he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.
“alright, that’s enough,” he says, tone lazy. “don’t read that stuff,” he murmurs, voice softer now.
you blink, looking back at him. “I was just asking—”
“don’t worry about them,” he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.
chat? forgotten.
game? paused.
and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.
megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up
sukunaIRL: move chat i’m watching this
KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro
LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin
