what, like it's hard? | fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, hiromi higuruma, ino takuma, kamo choso, kong shiu, nanami kento
↳ uncorrelated scenes of the jjk men treating you better than your previous boyfriends, he's the man you really need—early relationship
a/n: I need a man to raise my standards so mf bad guys, and with the way men act...it's never happening. so fictional anime characters will have to do the trick for now (forever 😩). warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos and jokes, mentions of workplace harrassment, reader has her period in shiu's. writing smaus also makes me realize that my english is not as good as I think it is, so please ignore any grammatical errors!
Synopsis: Ijichi was a man of few words, but he was able to make actions that spoke volumes
Tags/Warnings: Ijichi x GN!Reader, omegaverse, fluff, pre-relationship
Word Count: 1,579
Ijichi had never been the most outspoken guy. It was something he really struggled with, taking the words from his head and putting them in his mouth, then actually getting them out. It was an entire process, and only became harder when you started involving those pesky feelings. He was teased often by his peers, even into his young adulthood, and it only made the issue worse. Already, he’d been bad at expressing himself, and now when he did manage he was mocked for stuttering or teased for the words he did manage to get out. So, he took to keeping quiet. If nobody wanted to hear what he had to say, then he simply wouldn’t say it - after all, nothing was lost by him keeping his mouth shut. Clearly, he had nothing of value to say, so why say it at all? Of course that didn’t actually prevent the teasing, because instead he was teased for being quiet, but that was something he learned to live with. Better that than actually teased in a way that hurt, for the way he felt and expressed himself.
That all made it just that little bit harder when it came to being able to talk to you.
You made his heart flutter, his stomach twist, fingers tremble with the desire to reach out and touch you if only to keep you close for just a little longer. Your smile in his view, your eyes on him, your scent under his nose - anything that he could get. Anything that didn’t involve opening his mouth, anyway. He was always there for you, even if as an assistant manager it was his job, he truly went above and beyond. Even outside of work hours, if you needed a ride then you could always call him. His soft and clean smell, sea salt, pine and linen so comforting each time you climbed into the front seat of his car - because you deserved to be in the passenger seat, especially outside of work hours. You were his friend, not just another coworker. Your own Omega scent was his personal favourite, and when you got out of his car he’d always take the long route home, just to carry it with him for a little longer.
Ijichi was quite sure he’d never tell you how he felt, and that was something he’d long since made his peace with. There were better Alphas out there for you, Alphas who you could protect you better, take better care of you than he could. He always got so tongue tied if he tried to comfort someone, never knew where to put his hands if he wanted to hold someone, he could never truly expect to be a good mate and you deserved only the best that life could offer. He was man enough to accept that he wasn’t it. That doesn’t stop him being there for you, and being prepared in case of your every need.
There’s always a spare bottle of water in the glove compartment, a spare pen in his blazer pocket, enough yen for a meal when you forgot your wallet, fuel in the tank to get you where you needed to go.. and a sweatshirt in the trunk in case you ever needed it.
For once, the two of you had time off. It was rare that you got to spend time together as friends, even less frequently with the rest of your extended group of friends from school, but there you all sat. It was a fairly nice day, two picnic blankets set out, various snacks strewn around still in their packaging to share. Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Shoko, Yu, Ijichi, and yourself. Families were similarly scattered around, somewhere there was music playing, and you were laughing together as if work wouldn’t come again on Monday. Whenever the entire group was together, it was like you were back in school again, without worries or responsibilities. You’d never truly known a world where none of you had worries or responsibilities, not when the world you lived in was one with sorcery and curses, but for a while you could pretend. You could forget, with the warmth of friendship around, the connection of pack settling heavy in your chest, so different from how it had felt when you’d lived at home with your family. These were the people you’d picked for yourself, and they’d all chosen you in return.
Shoko was the first to leave, Kento not far behind her. They were the most conscious about having to wake up tomorrow, the more responsible ones of the bunch. Yu wasn’t long after that, something about needing to walk his adorable dog, and a promise to send pictures to the group chat. Satoru and Suguru chose to head home together, arms slung around each other like they were still seventeen, roughhousing like young Alphas did, but with lips pressed to skin like they weren’t suppposed to. Who was going to stop them? They were the strongest.
Though the high volume left with your friends, that comforting warmth lingered. You and Ijichi sat side by side, fingers just short of touching, silence settling between you. It was never awkward though, not with Ijichi. Silence came naturally, like it was a language you both spoke fluently. You always had. He’d been the quiet boy at school, so rarely voicing anything for himself, and you’d been there to fill his silences, until you’d learned to be quiet with him. The slight shifts in facial expression, the deepness of breath, the tenseness of muscles all became a dance you participated in effortlessly in order to read each other - knowing when to speak and when to be quiet, when softness or brashness was needed. The two of you worked around each other like you’d been born to do it, like there was never another option.
When the clouds shifted from fluffy white, to a light grey, you weren’t too concerned. It seemed like you had time before you needed to rush for cover, so you made no rush to pack what was left of your things from the picnic. Movements slow, conversation idle. Why rush on such a lovely day?
Because the skies opened with a vengeance not two minutes later. That was why.
Suddenly, you were forced to rush to toss away your rubbish, scrambling to hide under a large tree as you laughed together at your misfortune. You hadn’t picked your clothes that morning with the potential risk of a weather change in mind, so foolishly you had no jacket to protect you, and the rain had already soaked the t-shirt you were wearing. Ijichi though - perfect, sweet, attentive Ijichi - he reached into his little backpack and pulled out a spare hoodie from inside, offering it to you. Quickly, you pulled it on, sinking into its warmth. It seemed like it was probably large even on him, so it wrapped around you perfectly, and his scent was thick in the fabric.
Ijichi was easily your favourite Alpha, despite knowing so many of them. He was less brutish, and of course it helped that he was your friend. Your classmate back in school, so you spent more time with him than anyone. Even now, he was always there for you. It was hard not to be borderline obsessed with him. To be wrapped in his scent, the fabric of the hoodie warm from being in his bag in the sun, and it was his. Even if it wasn’t saturated with that comforting, familiar smell, the fact that it was his would be enough to make your heart flutter.
The park was quieter now, families having rushed off for their cars, teenagers scrambling to get out of the rain. Quiet enough, that when the low rumble started in Ijichi’s chest, you could hear it. You’d brushed it off at first, sure that you must be mishearing, but when you lifted your eyes to meet his, intending to thank him, it seemed to intensify. You paused, eyes widening just slightly, and that must have tipped Ijichi off. You broke eye contact at the same time, your cheeks warm. He felt like an idiot, failing to control himself like that, rumbling over the sight of you in that hoodie he always kept close, just in case you needed it. You’d never been more flustered, the sound making you want to purr in reply, to press in closer just to get more of his scent, to breathe it in like it was the only air you needed.
Neither of you addressed it, just walked towards the car together in silence, slightly heavier than it usually was. Your fingers brushed together by accident once or twice, and it made your heart jump each time, fluttering excitedly at the prospect of touching him. You climbed into his car together, with you in the passenger seat where you belonged, and if you buried your nose into the fabric of that hoodie for the rest of the drive home as you watched the world pass by, well that was your business. It was Ijichi’s business if that low rumble started again, not quite fully drowned out by the car’s engine. Still, nobody acknowledged it.
Another day, maybe, when Ijichi had found his words. If anyone deserved the effort it took for him to force a confession from his brain to his mouth and out into the air, it was definitely you.
If you're still talking requests, can i ask for a smau/drabble where ijichis partner leaves her panties in his pockets or briefcase to tease him? Have a lovely day!
Sometimes the hero you want, isn't always the hero you need.
A Kiyotaka Ijichi appreciation smutfic.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, loss of virginity
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"Ijichi...can you come and collect me, please?"
"Of course. Just send your location over."
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"Ijichi, it's so late. Are you okay to collect me?"
"Don't worry, I've been waiting. Have you eaten?"
"Oh...I haven't. It's alright, I can sort myself out--"
"I'll pick something up. It's no trouble."
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"--ah, shit-- Ijichi, call the school-- I need backup, urgently."
"Hold on. Get somewhere safe. I'll call everyone-- anyone. Get to safety. Please."
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"Ijichi, I--...I can't thank you enough. I wouldn't have made it out of there if you hadn't called for help. I...I really am sorry."
A pause. A soft sigh.
"...please, don't be sorry. You're out there saving lives. You don't have to be sorry about anything."
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Ijichi--
...your finger hovered over your phone screen. You saw the time; 10pm. You felt a familiar squirm of shame, disgusted by yourself for demanding so much of Kiyotaka Ijichi.
He was off the clock...you were in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere along the way, you had forgotten how hard he worked; while directing all of the assistants should have been a full time job in itself, Ijichi stepped above and beyond, by sacrificing his time, his effort, his safety, shift after shift after shift.
You tapped your phone against your forehead, eyes closed as you sighed. You decided to walk home. It would take you hours, but it was still better than--
Your phone vibrated in your hand. You looked at the screen.
Kiyotaka Ijichi.
You answered immediately, flustered, the words catching in your throat. Ijichi got there first. His voice, calm, soft, worried.
"I just...thought I'd check in. There aren't any drivers on tonight, but you're out on a mission. Are you home yet?" Tears pricked in your eyes, and you gulped.
"Ijichi.. you're not even at work. What are you doing? Calling me? You need a break." You chastised him. He laughed weakly, apologising in a flurry as you told him off.
"--it's my job to make sure you get hom--"
"--no it's not, Ijichi." Silence on the line. Ijichi waited for you, as he had a hundred times before, "It's not your job to get me home. Not every time. You...why are you...you need a break."
Another soft sigh; another warm pause.
"And I'll have a break," he continued, quietly determined, "when you're home safe. Send me your location. I'm on my way."
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He had opened the door for you. Gently laughed off your reproach. The seats were already warm. A hot drink, in a thermos. A snack bar in the glovebox.
Ijichi looked tired; by this point, you weren't sure if that was just his face, but you felt a strange flutter of sweet relief, joy, to be smiled at by him, as if you were worth the late hour and lack of sleep.
Ijichi cast his eyes over you, relaxing, "You're...not hurt. That's good. I'm--...I'm happy to pick you up," he offered, awkwardly, "but I've had enough of scraping you up and dragging you to Shoko."
You felt such prickling uncertainty bubble in you. Why were you suddenly shy in his presence? Why did his eyes casting over you feel so like a caress? Why did you not want the journey to end?
"Dinner," you blurted out, and Ijichi raised his eyebrows, eyes fixed on the road, "we should get dinner. If you've not eaten. I've not eaten. But if you don't want to eat then that's fine too I know it's late--"
"No no no, please don't-- yes, please, dinner sounds...lovely."
You took a moment to look down at yourself; muddy, dirty, bedraggled.
"Uhm...at yours, maybe? We'll order takeout?" You were too busy examining the state of yourself to see the blush that fizzed across Ijichi's sharp cheeks.
"I-- uhm--...sure. Yes. That would be...agreeable."
"So formal, Ijichi."
"Shush. I'm a professional."
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"So..." you finished your mouthful, trying not to feel embarrassed about being dressed in one of Ijichi's old t-shirts and sweatpants, "...he really said that? To quit, and get a driving licence?"
Ijichi laughed, his smile parting the clouds and making him look fifteen years younger. You couldn't help but laugh with him, your hand coming to cover your mouth, giggling together on his sofa like teenagers.
Ijichi wiped his eyes, sighing; "Gojo's a force of nature, it's true...but I probably owe him my life. I...feel like I can do more good in my current role, than I could have ever done on the front lines."
Setting down your plate, and wrapping your arms around your knees, you watched Ijichi, fascinated to see him slowly unwind, his loosening coils releasing the stresses of the day. You had never seen him like this...so relaxed. So happy.
You felt another odd squirm, this time a possessive, protective determination that he should never participate in Jujutsu Sorcery. That he should always be safe. You reached out for his hand, stroking his long, smooth fingers in yours.
Ijichi froze, so uncertain about how to react, having never had anyone show interest in him, barely even his parents, let alone a beautiful woman like you--
"You are the lifeblood of the sorcerers, Ijichi," you smiled, "and we'd fall apart without you. I'd fall apart--"
You were close now, almost sat on his lap. Your face was so close to his, that he felt your breath fan against his neck. He couldn't keep pretending he only checked in on you because it was his job. He couldn't keep pretending it barely bothered him when he saw you walk into danger. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't think about you all day and all night--
Ijichi pressed a kiss to your lips so fast, it felt like butterfly's wings. You gaped, wide-eyed, a blush creeping across your cheeks.
"I--I'm so sorry, that was-- that was highly inappropriate of me and I--...mmmfff..."
You had pulled Ijichi in by his collar, continuing the kiss he had started, with such heartfelt sincerity that Ijichi could have cried. You felt the wounds of so many horrible, selfish, unreliable boyfriends past. Ijichi felt the wounds of so many crushes, hopes and rejections past. Neither of you had noticed the treasure beneath your feet for the longest time-- unforgivably long.
Ijichi's hands clenched uncertainly as you kissed him, unsure where they should sit. He happily took your lead, tentatively responding to every press, every fluid movement of your supple lips against his. Only when your tongue swiped across his mouth, did Ijichi groan and respond instinctively, one hand coming up to push his glasses on top of his head, the other snaking to the back of your neck as he tugged you onto his lap.
You had never kissed someone who you knew would fight to the ends of the earth for you, and for whom you would reciprocate without question. A man who appreciated you as you were and wholeheartedly, and about whom you felt the same. A trustworthy man. A sincere man. A reliable man.
You pulled away for a moment, still holding his collar as you straddled his lap, panting against his lips; "Where have you been all my life?"
"In the front seat...just hoping to catch your eye in the mirror."
Crashing your lips against his again, sighing into his mouth, Ijichi's body strained with the heat of your thighs trapping him in. He was desperate to pull his shirt off, to feel your skin on his...except you needed him to act like he knew exactly what he was doing and--
"--wait...wait," Ijichi panted, resting his head against your shoulder, his hair ruffled, a pained grimace on his face. You cupped his cheeks, feeling him, hard and aching beneath you as he squirmed with an uneasy admission.
"I've...I've never-- I haven't--..." Ijichi winced, moving to lean back, mortified and humiliated. You saw his shame start to bubble over, and quickly slammed a lid on the pot. You did not let go of his collar, and did not let him lean back. Instead, you whispered against his lips, enough to make a whimper leave his lips and a drop of pre-cum leave his cock.
"Let's fix that then, shall we?"
Standing, full of divine purpose, you pulled Ijichi to his feet, nuzzling up into his ear until he shivered, his hands ghosting over your hips again.
"My room-- please--" he pressed, smiling into your neck as you laughed, being pushed gently backwards towards his bedroom. Stumbling together into his bedroom, giggling, stealing kisses, and necking like teenagers, you felt yourself thrown back into some sweet young love that you always wanted to have, but never received.
You fell back onto his bed with a bounce and Ijichi stood nervously before you, wanting to follow his instinct to crawl on top of you and bracket you under his arms, but crippled by his lack of confidence. You raised your foot, slipping your toes under his t-shirt and tickling his belly. Ijichi smiled, buckling and grabbing your foot, crawling over you with lovesick eyes. You made it all so easy.
"Ijichi..." you hummed, nosing at his neck, "...whatever your gut tells you to do, is probably right. I trust you. So please, show me what you want."
Ijichi felt shivers down his spine at your open invitation. His fingertips grazed down your plush inner arm, the little squidge of fat between your breast and armpit, the smooth untouched plane beneath your breast. Your eyes fluttered closed, delighted by his reverent touch. His hand gripped your shirt, and you almost felt tears prick in your eyes as he gently shielded your face to pull it off over your head.
Your bra had shifted with wandering hands, and your nipple peeked half-in-half-out, pressed by the edge of the cup. Ijichi ducked his mouth towards it, and you saw him hesitate again. You reached back, undoing your bra and removing it. Your eyes flicked down to his mouth, and back up to his eyes, dark and drunk.
"I'd like that," you whispered, and Ijichi breathed a shuddering gasp of relief before taking your nipple into his mouth, tasting you with open-mouthed sucks and laps. You heard his wet little grumbles of appreciation against your skin, when his hand came up to gently finger the softly yielding squidge of your other breast, Ijichi's fingers playing with your nipple with delighted exploration.
Ijichi was so overstimulated already, so touch-starved, and his cock so rigid, that he felt worryingly close to finishing-- so unable to control his own excitement at exploring someone's body so intimately for the first time. That the body belonged to you, the woman he had been falling in love with for years, was the final nail in the coffin, of him threatening to spill in his boxers.
You felt this in him, already prepared for him to want to curl up and die from embarrassment, if he didn't last. You were thrilled by his worship of you, having been treated as expendable more than once before. Teaching him would be a privilege and an honour. All the while, you failed to see how he taught you the bare basics of being respected and revered by a lover.
Ijichi was finely-tuned to subtle shifts in the atmosphere around him, and he learned quickly what you liked as he took your breasts into his hands and mouth. He felt the flickering of your hips up towards his when he licked you a certain way, and the hairs on his neck stood up to hear the breathy moans from your lips when he countered, pressing his twitching cock down against your clothed pussy.
Feeling a warning trickle of pre-cum, Ijichi pulled away from your breasts with a hiss, wrapped up in need and barely ashamed to hear himself beg you; "--please, I-- gosh, I'm sorry so sorry-- not going-- not going to make it--"
You kissed him again, soft and reassuring, as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. Ijichi moaned, long and shaking, as you draped his tie around your neck, the tails trailing over your wet-nippled breasts.
"God, you're lovely," he blurted out, blushing as you laughed, your head thrown back in genuine joy.
"Not nearly as lovely as you, beautiful man," you purred, ecstatic to see Ijichi's blush deepen when he moved to hide his face, his nose nuzzling in unbridled affection against your neck. Pushing his shirt off his slim shoulders, you raised your feet to hook around his trousers, looking at him with a playful glint.
Ijichi raised his eyebrows in question, and cried out to feel you push his trousers and boxers down, shivering as his cock bobbed out, red-tipped and wet with pre-cum. Ijichi quaked to feel the cool air hit his length, a drip of pre-cum dropping onto your belly.
You felt Ijichi tensed, brittle above you, and knew he risked spilling in your hand if you touched him. Still, you trailed your hand down his belly, nails grazing in the barely-there black hair, before slowly encircling his cock, hot and heavy in your hand.
Ijichi saw stars, his own hand the only one his skin had even known, and groaned into your neck, instinctively bucking into your grip; "--ooohhh, f--...gosh," he whined against you, coughing in alarm as you giggled again, your fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around his length. Your other hand pushed down Ijichi's borrowed sweatpants and your panties.
"...are you ready?" You asked Ijichi, smiling at his enthusiastic nod. You rolled the head of his cock between your folds, wet and warm, and Ijichi's arms almost buckled with the bliss and promise.
You guided Ijichi into you, squeaking as he bucked into you, bottoming out in one thrust. Ijichi snapped, cursing in a way that was so alien to the Ijichi you had always known. He gasped, one hand reaching down to sink into the side of your hip, relishing the way you jolted beneath him as he filled you with ragged thrusts.
Never had a man been so captivated by you. The feeling of Ijichi's inexperienced desperate rutting, was so vastly outweighed by the enthusiasm with which he treated your body. By the time you rolled your hips in time to meet his thrusts, pushing his cock deeply enough that you felt the first hot stirs of pleasure in your belly, Ijichi was crumbling around you.
Ijichi came with a strangled cry, so lost in his base instinct to cum inside you, that he couldn't help but let his seed spill into you, in ragged, disjointed bucks. You drank in the bliss on Ijichi's face...slowly seeing it morph into horror, and you were quick to reassure him, peppering kisses on his lips and cheeks.
"You're okay, it's okay...I'm on protection, shhh it's okay, I loved it, I loved it--"
"God I forgot all about you--"
"---you didn't, you did so well, and besides, we've got all night--"
"All ni...? Oh...oh. All night," Ijichi smiled, absolutely burning with adoration, as you burned for him. Your eyes flickered up to his head, and you pressed a hand over your mouth, eyes sparkling.
You could only roll your eyes as Gojo walked away. Everyone at Jujutsu Tech knew better than to expect anything else from him, and yet every time you saw him say something callous to Ijichi it made your gears absolutely grind. It was just infuriating. The man so rarely actually did anything wrong. You suppose Gojo never entirely got over his distaste for the weak.
You rounded the car with sure steps, until you stood firmly beside your friend. There was a moment when neither of you spoke, before Ijichi sighed.
“What?” He asked you with a knowing look, turning with a single brow raised, his glasses slipping down his nose from the slight tilt of his head. You laughed softly as you turned to fully face him - what an honour it is to be known. You reached out to gently cup his face with both hands, one thumb pushing his glasses up his nose, then across his forehead to rest on top of his head, moving them and his hair out of the way so you could openly stare at his uncovered face.
It was a pleasure to watch the blush that slowly crept across his face and up his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. He was so pretty when he blushed, you really should take a picture one of these days. He spluttered for a moment, eyes darting around to look everywhere but at you, but never once did he attempt to look away.
“I- Is there something on my face?” He finally managed to ask, and you could only grin, leaning in ever so slightly closer, just enough to press the tips of your noses together.
“Nah, I just like looking at your pretty face, angel.” You said softly, observing as goosebumps flared on his skin from the feel of your breath ghosting over his lips. Satisfied, you leaned back again, but you didn’t release him just yet. With one hand still cupping his cheek, you pulled back the other to softly boop his nose, just to watch the way he scrunched it in response.
“You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.” Ijichi mumbled when you finally pulled away, brushing his hands over his suit as if you’d somehow wrinkled it.
“Did it help you feel better?” Came your response, and the silence that followed it was more telling than any answer he could’ve given you. When your phone buzzed, you sighed and quickly checked it to find a message from one of the students.
“Duty calls?” Ijichi asked, having watched the curves of your easy smile fade from your expression, replaced with pursed lips that spoke of displeasure.
“Doesn’t it always?” You replied with a roll of your eyes. You returned your phone to your pocket and turned back to face Ijichi. It was a bold move, one you’d never done before, but somehow the moment felt right. With only a moment of hesitation, you leaned in to softly kiss his lips, gently bumping his glasses in the process where he’d returned them to his nose. He didn’t have a chance to kiss back before you’d pulled away, hands in the pockets of your uniform.
“I’ll see you around, angel.” You said, giving a mock salute before you were turning and walking away.
“You didn’t give me a chance to-” Ijichi’s voice called out, making you turn to walk backwards, but you didn’t stop. You blew him another kiss, and after a moments hesitation - which was enough for his blush to return with a vengence - he blew one in return, which you made a show of catching and pressing to your lips.
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If you'd like to tip me you can head over to my Kofi
Not in a normal way.
Not in a "I tripped and fell" way.
Not even in a "Gojo stole my food again" way.
No.
He is losing in a "I am the weakest hunter in the tribe, and everyone knows it" way.
Ijichi is not the strongest.
Not like Toji, who lifts boulders for fun.
Not like Nanami, who has the respect of the tribe.
Not like Suguru, who started a cult.
Or Gojo, who is too annoying to die.
No.
Ijichi is just Ijichi.
And in a world where strength decides everything, Ijichi is at the bottom of the food chain.
And you are the reason for his suffering.
You are the strongest woman in the tribe.
You fight for sport.
You steal food from other men just to start conflict.
You once suplexed Sukuna into a river because he looked at you funny.
And for some godforsaken reason—
You want Ijichi.
You decide to mate him.
The process is simple.
You chase him down like prey.
You catch him.
You claim him.
Easy.
Except—
Ijichi runs.
Ijichi fears for his life.
Because in his mind, you do not want a mate.
You want a sacrifice.
So when you pounce on him and tackle him to the ground, he screams—(WHY.)
You grunt. (MATE.)
Ijichi squirms. (WHY ME??)
You tilt your head. (STRONG.)
Ijichi chokes. (LIES.)
You nod seriously. (FAST. GOOD RUNNER. STRONG.)
Ijichi stares at you like you’ve lost your mind.
I am not strong, he wants to say. I am bottom of tribe. I am hunted for sport.
But you do not care.
You grab his face.
You grunt. (MINE.)
Ijichi short circuits.
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Ijichi tries everything.
He hides.
You find him.
He climbs a tree.
You wait at the bottom like a feral wolf.
He tries to mate with another woman to escape.
You yeet her into the river.
He accepts his fate.
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You carry him back to your cave.
Ijichi is tired.
Ijichi does not resist.
You put furs over him.
You grin. (GOOD MATE.)
Ijichi sighs. (…Fine.)
And that is how Ijichi Kiyotaka, the weakest hunter, became the strongest woman’s wife.
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Ijichi is still alive.
Somehow?
This is shocking.
Because every day, he expects to die.
Every day, he wakes up in your cave, trapped under your arm like a prey animal that failed to escape, and thinks, “Is today the day?”
Every day, he looks at you—strong, wild, completely unhinged—and wonders if this is truly love or if he is simply your hostage.
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You are a devoted mate.
You feed him first.
You let him sleep in your furs.
You fight other women when they look at him for too long.
It is a great honor.
But to Ijichi?
To Ijichi, this is a hostage situation.
You offer him meat.
He takes it, nodding slowly. (…Thanks.)
You grunt, pleased. (GOOD MATE. EAT.)
Ijichi chews cautiously.
What if this is poison?
What if this is your way of fattening him up for later?
What if he is just a long-term meal plan?
His hands shake.
You notice.
You grin. (MATE COLD? MATE NEED WARM?)
Ijichi pales. (NO.)
You wrap your entire body around him anyway.
You are big.
You are warm.
You are too strong to escape.
Ijichi just stares at the ceiling of the cave, accepting death.
The tribe has seen this pattern before.
They have seen what happens to men who get caught.
Toji, washing his hands in the river, squints at Ijichi. (Toji think… Ijichi afraid.)
Nanami, watching from a distance, nods. (Good luck. You need it.)
Sukuna, sharpening his spear, grunts. (Ijichi weak. Not survive.)
Choso, holding his three pregnant mates, sighs. (Why no one ask how I did it?)
Suguru, from his cult circle, tilts his head. (Does this count as devotion?)
Ijichi wants to cry.
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One night, you do something different.
You watch him.
Ijichi notices.
Ijichi panics.
(What?) he grunts, shifting.
You squint. (Mate not happy?)
Ijichi freezes.
His whole body locks up.
Because no. No, he is not happy.
He is terrified.
He has been terrified since the day you tackled him into the dirt and declared him yours.
But he is not suicidal.
He will not say this.
So he just grunts. (…Happy. Very happy. So happy.)
You squint harder.
You tilt your head.
Then—
You grab his face.
Ijichi flinches.
You grunt. (No fear.)
Ijichi nods quickly. (Yes. No fear. No fear at all.)
You frown.
Then you do the unthinkable.
You pull him into your lap and pat his head.
Gently.
Like you are trying to calm a small, terrified animal.
Ijichi short circuits.
You grunt softly. (Mate safe. No kill mate. Mate not prey. Mate mine.)
Ijichi blinks.
Because for the first time since this nightmare began, he realizes—
You do not want to hurt him.
You just want him.
You just don’t know how to say it.
You bonked him, chased him, hunted him, and trapped him because you thought that’s what love was.
And now?
Now you are petting him like an anxious baby deer, trying to tell him in your ooga-booga way that he is safe.
Ijichi sighs deeply.
Maybe…
Maybe this isn’t so bad.
Maybe he won’t die.
Maybe he is just really, really married.
---
Ijichi is being taken care of.
This should be a good thing.
This should make him feel safe.
But no.
No, because you do not take care of him like a mate.
You take care of him like a child.
It started small.
You bring him food first.
Fine. That is normal.
Then you start feeding him with your own hands.
…Strange. But he lets it happen.
Then you force him to sit while you inspect his hands for wounds.
Okay. This is getting weird.
Then—
You start washing his hair.
With too much force.
With too much devotion.
You scrub like you are cleaning a cursed object.
Ijichi flails in the river. (STOP. ENOUGH. I CLEAN.)
You grip his head. (NO. MATE NOT CLEAN GOOD. I CLEAN GOOD.)
Ijichi chokes on water. (I CAN CLEAN. I AM MAN.)
You grin. (NO. MATE BABY.)
Ijichi screams.
The other men witness his suffering.
Toji grunts. (She treat him like small cub.)
Gojo wheezes. (Oh my god. He is small cub.)
Nanami sighs. (He will give up soon.)
Sukuna snorts. (Pathetic.)
Choso, holding his three pregnant mates, tilts his head. (Why no one take care of me like baby?) Then his third mate (not Shoko or Yuki) pats his jaw, and he melts.
Suguru grins. (Devotion. I respect it.)
Ijichi wants to die.
---
The worst/ultimate mothering happens when you start making him wear extra furs.
It is not cold.
It is hot.
The sun is burning down on the valley.
Ijichi sweats. (NO. TOO HOT.)
You grunt. (MATE STAY WARM. NO GET SICK.)
Ijichi tugs at the furs. (NO SICK. NO COLD. HOT.)
You force another fur on him. (NO. MATE TINY. MATE WEAK. MUST STAY SAFE.)
Ijichi grunts in frustration. (STRONG. NOT WEAK.)
You tilt your head.
Then you flex your arm next to his.
The size difference is embarrassing.
Ijichi deflates. (…Still strong.)
You pat his head. (YES. STRONG BABY.)
Ijichi accepts his fate.
At the end of the day, he sits bundled in unnecessary furs, hair scrubbed so clean it smells like flowers, and with food already chewed slightly for him.
You grin. (MATE HAPPY?)
Ijichi nods weakly. (…Yes.)
You beam. (GOOD. MATE SAFE.)
Ijichi sighs, staring at the fire.
This is his life now.
Not as a hunter.
Not as a warrior.
Not even as a man.
But as a well-fed, overly pampered, emotionally hostage husband.
---
Ijichi has had enough.
Enough baby treatment.
Enough being force-fed meat like a helpless cub.
Enough being bundled in furs when it is clearly hot as mammoth ass outside.
He is done.
He is leaving.
He is escaping.
Like a man.
It is night.
You are asleep, curled around him like a giant protective bear.
Ijichi moves slowly.
Carefully.
Cautiously.
He pries himself from your grip.
He crawls out of the cave.
He breathes fresh air for the first time in what feels like moons.
Then he runs.
He runs like his life depends on it.
Because maybe it does.
---
You wake up.
You stretch.
You yawn.
You reach for mate.
…Mate is not there.
You sit up.
You blink.
You sniff the air.
You grunt. (…MATE?)
Silence.
No mate.
No Ijichi.
Your heart drops.
Your mate is gone.
---
Suguru is meditating in his cult circle.
His mate is crouched nearby, gnawing on some animal’s balls.
You stumble into camp.
Frantic. Disoriented. Devastated.
You grab Suguru’s feral wife by the shoulders. (MATE GONE. HELP FIND.)
She frowns.
Tilts head.
Then grins. (HUNT?)
You nod.
She grins wider.
She sniffs the air.
Then she drops to all fours and scurries off into the wilderness like a cursed squirrel.
Suguru sighs, rubbing his temples. (She gone hunt now.)
You grunt in despair. (NEED MATE BACK.)
Suguru nods solemnly. (Yes. Need mate. Mate important.)
Then he pauses.
Squints.
(Wait. Mate run?)
You grunt sadly.
Suguru smirks. (Mate tired of baby treatment, huh?)
You grunt harder. (MATE LOVE BABY TREATMENT.)
Suguru just raises an eyebrow.
You deflate.
Maybe…
Maybe mate not love baby treatment.
---
Meanwhile—
Ijichi has reached Nanami’s cave.
Nanami and his mate sit by the fire, watching him struggle to catch his breath.
Nanami sips his drink.
His mate sharpens her spear.
Nanami grunts. (You run?)
Ijichi nods, panting.
Nanami sips again. (From mate?)
Ijichi nods harder.
Nanami grunts. (She will find you.)
Ijichi whimpers.
Nanami’s mate rolls her eyes. (Mate love you. You stupid.)
Ijichi frowns. (Mate treat like baby.)
Nanami nods knowingly. (Mate see you small cub. Not strong hunter.)
Ijichi grunts. (I AM strong hunter.)
Nanami’s mate snorts. (Then say. Not run.)
Ijichi freezes.
…Say it?
Not run?
Nanami leans forward. (Mate strong. But mate not smart. Must teach her how treat mate.)
Ijichi stares.
This is…
This is life-changing knowledge.
---
When you see Ijichi walk back into the cave, you gasp.
You run to him.
You grab his face. (MATE OKAY? MATE SAFE?)
Ijichi nods.
You grunt, almost crying. (MATE LEAVE. MATE NO WANT ME?)
Ijichi panics.
No, no, no, he does not want mate sad.
He grabs your hands. (MATE LOVE YOU. BUT MATE NOT BABY. MATE STRONG.)
You blink. (MATE STRONG?)
Ijichi nods. (MATE WANT EQUAL.)
You stare.
You think.
You process.
Then—
You nod. (OKAY. MATE EQUAL.)
Then you grab his face again. (BUT STILL FEED MATE SOMETIMES.)
Ijichi sighs. (…Okay.)
---
Happily Ever Ooga-Booga
Now—
Ijichi is respected as a hunter.
Ijichi is not wrapped in furs when it’s hot.
Ijichi is not force-fed like a helpless cub.
But—
Ijichi is still doted on.
Ijichi still gets his hair washed.
And Ijichi still lets you feed him sometimes.
Because maybe…
Just maybe…
It’s not so bad.
And maybe…
He likes it a little.
---
Ijichi is in danger.
Not normal danger.
Not "Choso is preaching his mating techniques again" danger.
Not even "Sukuna is looking at me like he wants to kill me" danger.
No.
This is a different kind of danger.
Because you are acting strange.
And Ijichi does not know why.
At first, it is small things.
You start eating more.
Fine.
You are big.
Strong.
Need food.
Then you start sleeping more.
Okay. Maybe you are tired from throwing Gojo into trees for fun.
But then—
Then you start grunting at him more.
Not in anger.
Not in excitement.
But softly. Gently.
Like you are looking at prey you do not want to eat.
Like you are looking at something you cherish.
And that is terrifying.
---
One day, you place his hand on your stomach.
You grin. (MATE STRONG. MATE GIVE SEED. MATE MAKE BABY.)
Ijichi short circuits. (…What.)
You pat your belly proudly. (BABY INSIDE. MATE GOOD HUNTER. MATE GOOD BREEDER.)
Ijichi forgets how to breathe.
Baby?
BABY??
HOW??
WHEN???
He knows when.
But HOW???
He did not know it would work.
He thought he was too weak.
He thought you were too strong.
He thought he was simply a man for decoration.
But now—
Now you are pregnant.
With his baby.
And that is the most terrifying thing in the world.
---
Ijichi tries to run again.
He does not get far.
You catch him in seconds.
You drag him back.
You force him to lay with you, hand on your stomach. (MATE STAY. MATE RAISE BABY.)
Ijichi nods weakly. (…Okay.)
But inside?
Inside, he is screaming.
Because if you are strong…
And he is weak…
Then what kind of monster is this baby going to be???
---
Nanami nods approvingly. (Ijichi survive.)
Toji snorts. (Ijichi breed? No believe.)
Gojo wheezes. (OH, HE REALLY GOT YOU PREGNANT???)
Sukuna grins. (Hope baby stronger than father.)
Choso, holding his three pregnant mates, nods solemnly. (Now you understand.)
Gojo and Nanami’s mates brings you berries. (Higuruma’s mate tries to steel them, Toji’s mate bonk’s her.) Sukuna’s mate is laughing in a tree.
Suguru’s feral mate crawls over and pats your belly. (STRONG BABY. GOOD HUNTING PARTNER.)
Suguru just sighs. (Another one joins the madness.)
Ijichi sits in silence.
Regretting.
Processing.
Terrified.
Because this is not just his mate anymore.
This is his mate and the unknown beast inside of her.
And all he can do now…
Is pray that it does not come out stronger than him.
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