#jjk request

[kashimopilled]

Hellooo! <3

One of the first things that came to mind when I saw Hakari's single-couch camera room today was kissing or making out on that couch. Can you write something like that? Like, the reader is mad at him and confronts him, then whatever.

"You know you're much hotter when you're angry, don't you?"

Hakari likes his women seething ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა 18+, minors dni cw: erection, making out sesh, Kinji shenanigans note: hi! i got this ask shortly after ep 5 came out and i love the idea of someone out there watching the Hakari scenes and immediately jumping on tumblr to satisfy their thirst. the girls are locked in. anyways, thank you for this request, it was fun :3 i hope it’s not too short, I felt so nervous writing this for some reason and couldn’t keep going.

For some reason, Kinji looks more stupid the angrier you get. Smug, satisfied, grinning and mildly aroused. Which only upsets you more.

You’re trying to be serious, explaining to him why you’re upset, what he’s done wrong, what he should’ve done instead, all while gesticulating wildly and pointing at the monitors.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more,” he drawls, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading, not even attempting to hide the tent between his thighs.

It’s just disrespectful. You have a legitimate concern, and he’s just… getting off on how your face reddens, how you’re a little out of breath, how passionately the words tumble out of your mouth.

“This is how it always goes. I predict something, you ignore me, and then it turns out I’m right. I mean, remember that shady guy from Akihabara?”

“Mhm, yeah, that was a mistake. Should’ve listened to you,” Kinji nods, but his monotone voice is a sign he isn’t even listening right now, just repeating words. Or maybe he’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

“You should have!”

Kinji sighs and tilts his head against his shoulder, lips pursing into a little frown. The light from the monitors behind you paints his skin a pale blue. He looks too good like that. Like a mysterious delinquent scheming and plotting, sprawled out on the cushions.

Swallowing back a string of curses at his audacity, you force yourself to focus on the issue at hand.

“I have a feeling. About that new guy. A bad feeling.”

A soft huff escapes Kinji’s lips, more amused than annoyed.

“Me too.”

Your eyes widen just a little.

“Well then, why don’t you—”

“Because,” he cuts you off, “one, I wanna see where it goes. And two…”

Two strong hands hook under your knees, pulling you forward abruptly and making you lose your balance. You fall into Kinji’s lap with a soft yelp, hands immediately coming up to his pecs. The smell of alcohol and cheap cologne hits you. Unfortunately, it’s like you’ve been Pavlov’d into associating that mix of scents with some kind of reward, because your legs part over Kinji’s thighs subconsciously.

“…you’re much hotter when you’re angry, doll. You know that?”

He’s playing with you, isn’t he? The modern term would be ragebaiting. Your thighs tense around his, your upper lip scrunching.

“Do not derail this conversation. That kid is up to something. What if he’s—”

This time, Kinji’s hands settle on your ass, heavy and deliberate as his fingers press into the plush of your cheeks. He massages them methodically, pushing them together, then spreading them apart again and again.

“I told you. Or are you not listenin’, mh? I wanna see it play out. How does the saying go? Keep your friends close and… your girl the closest?”

That is not how the saying goes. However, to emphasize his point, his hips buck upward, jolting you. The hardness between his legs rubs against you, an almost cruel kind of relief amid all the tension.

“Aren’t you just intense today,” he adds.

Kinji isn’t one of those men who love a fierce girl because they enjoy the process of taming her. He has no intention of putting out your fire. No, he wants to add oil to it, blow on it, burn at your stake.

His fingers curl into the collar of your blouse, tugging it down slightly. Without a bra, your cleavage spills free, goosebumps rising the moment the cool air hits your skin. Of course he hasn’t fixed the heating yet. No, he loves the way your nipples harden or how you’re forced to wear his fur coat in the cold. 

“Mh. Good girl.”

“Kin, I swear to God—” Another nasty roll of his hips cuts you off before you’re pulled into a kiss. It’s softer than he probably intended. His hands are on your butt again, what can he say, Kinji loves a nice piece of ass. “Come on, doll. Go on, take it out on me.”

He’s not saying it to be submissive or bratty or whatever, you know that. He literally smiles into the kiss as he speaks. 

You could be pegging that man and he’d still somehow be the one in control.

“It makes me so angry that you get off on this,” you hiss against him, gently biting his tongue when it lingers in your mouth too long. Your hands roam his upper body. It’s hard to find something to hold onto. Every muscle is a broad plane of flesh, flexed and strained, your fingers unable to splay wide enough. “And that you know I’m always right, and you still choose the risky way.”

“Such is the way of a gambler.”

Both your voices have dropped to low murmurs as you make out on the couch, wet little slaps of skin filling the room. Kinji’s words earn him a punishing bite to the jaw.

His hands travel up, to your hips, your waist, your torso, your chest.

“You worry too much, doll.”

You finally find purchase on his shoulders, though it comes at the cost of your nails digging sharply into muscle. He pays for those nails too, just because he loves the sting of them on his back.

“Besides,” he continues with a raspy gasp, “I’ll have a talk with him soon.”

“How soon?”

“Mh. I’m guessing we have time for one round of making my baby feel good.” A grin. “And you know I’m good at guessing.”

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა all rights reserved. no translations, plagiarism, modifications, reposts, or ai feeding. disturbing comments will be deleted. english is not my native language.

[ay0nha]

gojo angst w/past lover or confidant that have to work together but haven't seen each other in years

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

WC: 0.9K

Warnings: tbh not much angsty, old friends to enemies to lovers vibes, Nanami (mentioned), canon-typical language/talk, etc.

A/N: Yesterday was my birthday so I figured it's time to clear out the drafts since it's been another year around the sun! I really enjoyed this request and have some more written for it (that's not cohesive) BUT this was going to be the intro! To whoever reads this, enjoy.

The Jujutsu High campus hadn’t changed much. Still too many empty paths between buildings. Still smelled like wet leaves and old chalk after a storm. Still silent in that eerie way, like the ground itself remembered every fight, every curse, every funeral.

That particular scent of old wood and damp stone, laced with something metallic that always made you think of blood under bleach. You hadn’t stepped foot on campus in five years, and somehow, the air still knew you. Still carried that weight, that knowing silence.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder. The longer you stood still, the more your decision felt like a mistake.

“Nanami finally got through to you, huh?”

The voice came from behind. It was lazy, lilting—almost bored, but entirely mocking. It was the kind of voice that didn’t ask questions, but assumed answers.

You didn’t flinch. Of course it would be him; Satoru Gojo had always known how to make an entrance without even trying.

“I assume that’s your way of saying ‘good morning.’” You didn’t turn, not ready to hand over the satisfaction of a proper conversation. “Though, I’m not sure why I expected manners.”

Gojo stepped into view like the day had been waiting for him to start. His sunglasses were angled just right to cover the starkness under them. His uniform jack was lazily buttons like he couldn’t be bothered to wear it properly. 

He was a caricature of himself. 

“C’mon…” His voice was easy, but not light. “That hurts, you know. After all those heartfelt messages I sent. The handwritten letter? A little dramatic, maybe, but I even sealed it with a wax stamp—very vintage. I thought you'd appreciate the details. Nothing?”

You gave him a look; flat, unimpressed.

Silence stretched between you, taut as a tripwire.

Gojo shifted his weight like he had more to say, like he always had too much to say, and you could feel it behind his words,  the part of him that hated that it had taken Nanami’s dry logic and not his clever remarks, not his reputation, not his title, to get you back on campus.

But it stung. Not because he was wrong—Nanami had made more sense than Gojo ever did. He didn’t bribe or beg or flirt or manipulate. Nanami simply said: You’re the only one who can see this pattern, and people are going to die if you don’t look.

Gojo clicked his tongue. “Tough crowd.”

“I didn’t come back for this.” You looked between you both, unfaltering in your sentiments. You’d leave before you admitted you came back for the likes of him. “Let’s get that out of the way.”

Something flickered in Gojo’s expression. It passed so fast you almost missed it. It wasn’t quite surprise, not quite hurt, but something raw—vulnerable. And then it was gone, buried beneath a grin. 

“Sure.” He nodded, ready for a game you realized you hadn’t meant to start. “You came back for the mystery. The puzzle. The cursed spirit behaving badly—I know you type. Give you a riddle and you’ll bleed to solve it.”

You didn’t rise to the bait. Not outwardly.

“Better than bleeding for the applause.” 

Gojo’s smile faltered, just barely, only to return, sharp as glass. 

“You always did hate the way they looked at me.” He admitted with a noncommittal shrug as if it were your problem to get over than his. “Like I was a god in sunglasses.”

“I hate the way you believe it.” You corrected him. 

That cut. You saw it land. And yet, instead of deflecting, Gojo stepped closer. It was in his nature to open his posture to danger. It was always like the seconds before lightning chooses a target.

“I don’t believe it.” His smile dropped. “But we both know it’s easier to let them think I do.”

A reply died on your lips. You knew that version of him, the showman. The legend. Underneath all that white-hot arrogance, the truth always lived in the quiet things he never said aloud. And when he got like this, peeled back and almost human, it was dangerous. Because he stopped pretending not to care what you thought. 

“You could have ignored Nanami.” He added. “Yet, you didn’t.”

“No.” You shook your head. “Because someone has to solve this. Someone who doesn't think strength alone is the answer to everything.”

Gojo tilted his head, considering. “And you still think I’m just a hammer?”

“I think you’re a hammer pretending not to notice the cracks in your own grip.”

Another pause. This time, when he smiled, it was faint and strange, not wounded, not amused. Something else. Like a temporary surrender.

“They told Yaga you were coming back to teach.” Gojo spoke of the higher-ups. “That’s the official line.”

“Convenient.” You muttered. “So they don’t ask why you need help?”

“I didn’t say I needed help. I said it’s worse than it looks. ” His gaze darkened, you felt it even from behind his glasses. “And no one else sees it. Not even me—not fully. But you? You’ve always been ten steps ahead; I figured if anyone could see through the curse, it’d be the person who’s always seen through me.”

You hated him for saying that. Hated how your chest twisted with something unsteady.

“I’ll look at it.” You said after a beat. “But once it’s done, so am I. I’m not interested in being part of your entourage.”

His jaw ticked. Just slightly.

“Fine,” he said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

No—but once, you had. Once, he was the only person who made this life feel like something more than just fighting shadows. And now, you barely recognized the person in front of you.

You turned toward the main building, the weight of history settling like dust in your lungs. Behind you, Gojo didn’t follow.

[daisynik7]

so first off all i wanted to say that i LOVE your writing.

but, if you don’t mind, could you make an NSFW fic about a dilf! toji with his babysitter. but like cheating.

so basically toji has a wife but he’s cheating on her with the babysitter(whose like 10 years younger than him).

i’d really love if you could do it

thanks bookie🫶🏽

Pairing: dilf!Toji x babysitter!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your kind words, you are too sweet! This is my very first Toji fic EVER, so I was very excited (and nervous!) to write it. I hope I did it justice, this is such a delicious idea for him. Also, I have never read the manga, so if the characterization is off, I’m so sorry! I really, really hope you like this one! Divider created by @/fic-dumpster.

You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. It’s been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.

It’s the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth. 

Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. “What the fuck do you want?” 

You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, “I’m the babysitter.”

He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. “Babysitter?”

Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. “We spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, I’m so sorry.”

You smile at her. “It’s okay.”

She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. “Toji, where is Megumi?”

He scratches his head. “Huh?”

“Megumi. Our child.”

He sighs. “Right. Uh, I’ll go get him.” 

While he’s gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. “That’s Toji, my husband and Megumi’s father. Unfortunately, he’s a complete deadbeat. That’s why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while I’m gone during the day.”

She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. “I have no one. I’ve been shunned by my family, my husband doesn’t give a shit about ours, and I’m all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but I’m desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.”

She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, it’s a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing it’s temporary doesn’t make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Relief washes over her. “Oh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Let’s go inside and I can give you a tour.” She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Sure.”

“Toji is home most of the day, but he’s always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.”

“Huh?!” 

She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. “Yeah. I told you, he’s good for nothing.”

You don’t respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like you’ll be babysitting two children…

~~~

The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; he’s almost two-years-old with hair as black as his father’s. While he never really smiles, he doesn’t cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. He’s self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until it’s time to eat. Overall, he’s easy. 

Toji, on the other hand, is another story. 

You follow his wife’s instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasn’t toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasn’t enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. He’s never even uttered a simple thank you. 

But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, he’s shirtless, dripping with sweat. You’ve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesn’t prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. You’re ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesn’t hurt to look, right?

On the third week, there’s a shift in energy between you two. When he isn’t working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, he’s usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas. 

When he catches you, Toji glares. “What?”

“Um, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.” You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby. 

He rolls his eyes. “This is my house. I can do whatever I want.”

“Yes, of course. Sir.”

For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. “That’s right. I’m in charge here.”

You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. He’s intense, that’s for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence. 

Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. “Damn kid, he’s hungry all the fucking time.”

You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. “You shouldn’t curse in front of children.”

He faces you, chuckling. “Curse? Seriously? What are you, five?”

You cross your arms, answering, “I’m twenty-one.”

“Interesting.” There’s that naughty smirk again, as if he’s thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, you’re not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, “Come by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. That’s an order.”

~~~

This is bad. Very, very bad. 

You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you aren’t, because you’re currently getting railed by your employer’s husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.

“Fuck, this pussy is tight,” he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. You’re bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. He’s got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. It’s a fucking mess, but it doesn’t matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until you’re seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.

“God, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?”

You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. “Fucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?”

His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. You’ve lost count on how many orgasms you’ve had in this short amount of time. 

After your climax, he doesn’t pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. You’ve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with. 

He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. “I’m gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?” He’s crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho. 

“Fuck yes, I want that,” you moan. “Give it to me, daddy. Breed me.” 

And apparently, so are you. 

“Oh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,” he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.”

He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesn’t stop until he’s fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.

Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumi’s whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that he’s awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job. 

~~~

You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that you’re working. 

The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumi’s mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much for all your help. I’ve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so we’ll be fine.” 

“It was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,” you clarify, avoiding Toji’s gaze as he watches from the kitchen. 

“Seriously. You’re a good person. I hope you know that.” She smiles, truly grateful. “And thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.”

As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking. 

[joliebulle]

friendly reminder that my requests are open guys!!

(smaus requests are always open, although i reserve the right to decline any that i don’t like)

[yuujispunches]

It is CANON nanami is 26 he is YOUNG.

it is CANON gojo is 27 he is YOUNG.

Go off girl, tell the world your truth I guess ✊🏻😔

(The fact that I’ve seen at least 3 other writers receiving the same kind of messages makes this kind of hilarious honestly hahahahah)

[moon-catto]

Can I request Gojo x reader where they both r teachers in JJ High? Due to some phenomenon a young final year high school Gojo comes in their time and now he is after the reader because she had been her gf since high school first year. The present Gojo doesn't want to share reader even with his younger self and they both are fighting over her like kissing her randomly , snatching reader away and all. At the end of two days the phenomenon reverses and young Gojo goes back and Gojo is relieved whereas y/n is still in shock

Double Trouble

Summary: Because of a strange curse phenomenon, the 17 years old Gojo Satoru is stranded in the future and meet with his future self and future you.

Warning: fluff, hurt/comfort.

A/N: Thanks for this cute idea! Having one Gojo is already a handful, but two Gojo... I think everything will be a pure chaos skskks also pardon me for leaving you waiting so long. I hope you enjoyed this one like I do!

Masterlist

In Y/N’s house.

The tranquil atmosphere in your house immediately interrupted by the sudden loud sound coming from your front door being smashed open by a six feet tall man with white hair.

“Y/N, My darling, where are you?!” he shouted in panic and goes running into your home after hastily removed his shoes.

“Y/N—” he stops mid sentence at the sight of you, currently chilling on the couch with... His younger self?

*Cue the dramatic violin music*

A gasp escaped his lips. His mouth went agape, as he found himself unable to make any comment related to this strange sight.

“... I know you love me too much, but having a clone of me is—”

“Sit down before I broke your kneecaps, Toru.” You warned with a heavy sigh. Your fingers rubbed your temple because you can sense a headache coming at you in the next moment.

The older Satoru walked to the couch hesitantly, like a cat analysing its’ surrounding. The younger Satoru also mimicked his gesture, his eyes squinted behind the iconic circular sunglasses of his, he’s being wary at the unexpected arrival of a new possible enemy.

“Where did you get this from?” He curiously examined the younger Satoru’s face and he hissed like a mad cat at Satoru’s continuous attempt to poke him. “It looks very realistic, ah— it can be mad too.”

“I’M NOT AN IT!”

“Please sit down first, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

“So that’s what happened.” Surprisingly, the present Satoru is having a decent reaction at this situation. You’d expect him gave you a bit more chaotic response, but seeing him calm like this helped you to think clearly too.

“I think I know what happened.” He said, and it irked both you and the younger Satoru’s interest.

Before he can explain, there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.” You half yelled, the door can be heard swung open.

“Y/N, I heard you’re having a problem —” Nanami walked to your living room and completely stopped in his track.

Both Gojos looking at him with surprised Pikachu’s face.

“NANAMIN!”

Young Gojo approached him. Looking him from every angle possible. “Dang, your adult version is so fine!”

His glasses cracked.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t think I can help you with this.” He fixed his crooked glasses and spare no glance at Gojo’s attempt to stop him.

“Wait, Nanami—”

The door slammed shut.

Darn it, now you lost a possible ally to solve this whole charade.

“I think he’s still have the trauma from high school after seeing my younger self.” The present Gojo said.

“Whose fault is that?” you gave him a glare.

“This brat’s fault.” He shamelessly pointed at the younger Gojo.

“My fault? You and I are literally the same person.”

“And? I’m better than you, obviously.”

“I always wanted to know what my future self looks like, but now I’m scared to grow up.”

“Listen here, you little piece of shi—"

“Alright, that’s enough.” You cut them off by standing between them. “Now that Nanami is out, we have to find way to return Satoru back to the past.”

“Why are you troubling yourself for him?” Satoru made a disgusted expression at the thought you’re spending more time with that brat. “He can find his own way back.”

“Who are you to decide on that? Huh?” The young Satoru clearly doesn’t show any signs to back down. He sticks his tongue out, a signature move of his.

“What are you? Five? Do you need help to go back to your home, little boy~?” Satoru taunts, putting his intimidating pose but it seems useless judging from how unbothered young Satoru is.

“Satoru, be nice.” You elbowed him but he used the momentum to pull you to his side. His lips found way to yours, he only let go after you bite his lips in retaliation.

“You see, infant. This beautiful woman right here is my girlfriend. And she, whatsoever, doesn’t have any obligation to help you—ugh!” you stepped on his foot to stop him from rambling bullshit.

“I am your girlfriend, but I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” You hissed and young Satoru lets out a loud “Oooooooooh! Burnt!”

“BUT BABY —”

“Shush!” you covered his lips with your palm. “Silence. If you don’t want to help, then fine. I’ll look for ways alone.” You took your coat and looked at young Satoru. “Come with me.”

Satoru’s face lit up at that. “Okay!” He quickly moved to your side and made sure to stick his tongue to other Satoru when you hold his hand.

Ah, Satoru never been this hurt before. He feels like crying and throwing tantrum. “You choose him over me?!”

“Stop being annoying and maybe I’ll consider.” You said before leaving with young Satoru.

The first place you visited is the Shizuoka train station where you met young Satoru. With his hand in yours, you made way to the bustling train station.

Satoru is quiet all the time, which concerns you.

“Are you okay?” you looked at him and caught him staring at you red handed. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m not—”

Rumble~

“.....”

“Let’s eat first, shall we?” you chuckled at his red face. His grip on your hand tighten slightly.

“... Okay...”

You quickly bring him to eat at a diner near the train station.

“I don’t need this much—” He complained when you ordered him bunch of foods. Bowls of hot foods served on the table in front of you.

“You need to eat more.” You hand him his chopstick and hand him the hot udon. “You’re so thin, Satoru.” He can sense the worry in your voice. Your concerned pretty face looking at him doesn’t help either.

His cheeks blushed before he digging on his food.

You smiled at his silent obedience. In high school, you used to think teen Gojo is menacing. With his height and immaculate strength, his existence demands respect from others.

Seeing him eating a bowl of udon right now, you realized that he’s nothing more but a young student. You knew this before, but the realization hits harder all the same.

He carried such burden from a young age. You sympathize with him, the selfish adults around him used him as a shield and ignore that he is a human himself. He may look perfect, but deep down is numerous scars and untold dark thoughts clouding in his mind. It’s amazing that he’s coping until now.

You put your hand on his head.

“?” he looked at you.

“Eat well.” You ruffled his hair gently. He should hate you for ruining his hair, but he found himself nodding. Melting from the warmth gesture you gave him.

Bowl by bowl, he finished every bowl and not leaving any bits of rice.

“Good work!” you ruffled his hair again.

“We haven’t done anything yet...”

“This is part of the work!” you told him. A smile adorned your face and made him smile too. “You can never—”

“Work well with empty stomach.” He finished your sentence. “I know. You always tell me that, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You acted like my mother more than my actual mother, you know.”

“Ah, I used to nag you a lot, don’t I?” you rubbed your neck in embarrassment.

“I don’t mind.” He shook his head gently. “I think it’s your way of caring for me.”

Is Satoru always this mature? You’re so used to his clown side, you forget that he’s actually capable of thinking these kinds of things.

“Let’s go to the train station now.” He offered his hand to you which you accept happily. His hand feels so warm on yours.

“Okay.”

“Isn’t that count as cheating?” Satoru sulked to Nanami as they watched both of you exited the restaurant while holding hands.

“She cheated on you, with your younger self?” Nanami doesn’t know why Satoru dragged him here. This stupid giant suddenly teleported to his office and pull him here in the next second. He should be kicking his ass right now.

“Does that make this as auto-cheating? You know, like autobiography where people write about themselves.”

“Enough, they’re getting farther.”

“Ah! We should move too!”

“You should move. I’m going back to school.”

“Nanamin!”

You explored the area where you met Satoru. You were trapped inside a half domain expansion of a special grade curse and met him.

“I think the domain expansion connected the past and the future.” You told him.

“That makes sense. The curse I fought here is able to manipulate time.”

“How so?”

“I think I was trapped inside the domain expansion for a day, but the date in my phone remains unchanged.” He showed you his flip phone and observe the date.

“So it stopped the time inside its’ domain expansion.”

“I figured.” He played with his flip phone, the snorlax keychain dangling with his movement.

“... He still have that keychain.” You muttered.

“Who?”

“Your future self. He still keeps that keychain.”

“.... That means he has kept it for eleven years now.”

“Hehe, that seems to be the case.” You giggled.

“He seems to love you so much.” He said, calmly.

“I’m stuck with him.”

“So what about you?” he stopped in his track. “Do you still love him like you did to me in high school?” he asked, but this time you noticed the insecurity seeped in his tone.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I’m curious as to why you’re still with me, even after eleven years.” He said. “Because it’s hard... to love me.”

Ah...

“I’m worried if you will be bored of me.” He said with a solemn smile. “I can’t love you like the way normal people do, after all.”

He’s still seventeen years old, you reckon but his thoughts is already this heavy.

“Are you afraid you’ll lose me?”

Afraid is a strange word to him. He shouldn’t be related to that word, but the quick thumping of his heart tells him otherwise. Maybe he is indeed afraid. Of falling in love, with you. When he falls deeper, will you be there to catch him?

“Yes.”

“Don’t be.” You pinched his cheek lovingly. “I love you for who you are. I don’t care if you’re unable to love me like normal people do, i always love the way you love me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Because I think you are worth the hardships and everything.” You smiled at him. “I loved you in the past and I continue to love you more now.”

His eyes widens at your confession. What is this? This tingling feelings, he feels so full that he wants to cry. You made him feel similar thing when you agreed to be his girlfriend before. He’s falling deeper for you, and he’s not scared of falling now.

“You can’t take back your words.” He says, his hand holding your pinkie finger with his. “I’ll marry you. I definitely will make you my wife.”

His words amused you. Your grin widens at his sincere and eager proposal. Too sweet, you couldn’t contain your smile. “I’ll wait for the ring, Satoru.”

In the end, you can’t find anything. Despite the failure, you think you earned something far more valuable today.

“Welcome home, cheater.” The old Satoru stood in the middle of the living room with arms crossed.

“Glad to see you too, Satoru.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the kitchen.

Satoru is still mad that you chose his other self rather than his oh-so-perfect self, but he’s content. You didn’t see it, the way his lips curled into a gentle smile while his finger traced the skin you have kissed.

“You better treat her well.” His attention is shifted towards his younger self. Currently frowning and glaring at him. “Or I will kick your ass directly myself.”

The present Satoru is rather delighted at the threat. “Don’t worry, she is my queen. I don’t plan to treat her lesser than that.”

“Good.”

“I should said the same to you.” He leaned closer to flick his forehead. “You shouldn’t wait for too long to propose her.”

“I’m planning to propose her after I got back.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Satoru chuckled. “Buy a nice ring for her, won’t ya?”

“What are you talking about?” you shouted from the back. “Help me make dinner!”

“What did you told him?” you asked Satoru. His younger self magically disappear after saying goodbye to you the next day. You believed that the curse in the past already been exorcised, so the flow of the time became normal— thus the young Satoru automatically came back to his time.

“What?”

“I don’t remember buying this ring.” You showed him a gold ring on your annular finger. “And we’re engaged now? I don’t know what’s happening now.”

“I see that he’s keeping up with his word.” He muses before he gave you a kiss on the lips.

“... What are you scheming, Satoru?”

“Definitely not something bad. Come on,” he pulled you to the backyard in his house.

“Satoru, I swear if this is one of your prank—” your words are stopped as soon as you saw the flower arrangement in the backyard, people you knew are there wearing suits and dresses.

“Nanami? Shoko? Eh, Utahime too?”

“Took you both so long.” Yuuji groaned. “Man, I almost ate the cake.”

“Cake??? What is going on?” you noticed that you’re still in your pajama and immediately panicked. Satoru is wearing his usual blue shirt and dress pants, more appropriate than your attire. “Satoru, let me change first—”

“No can do, sweetheart. Everyone is waiting for us now.”

“Satoru—” he continues to lead you to the centre of the backyard. “What is happening?”

Satoru doesn’t give you any explanation. He stood there with a rather nervous smile on his face. “I’m fulfilling my promise to you.”

“Huh?”

“Remember when you took my younger self to the train station yesterday?”

You nodded.

“Remember what he said?”

“He asked me about my feelings and— Oh...”

Satoru kneeled in front of you. He pulled a red box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a gold ring with a delicate diamond on top of it. “Y/N—“

“Oh, God. Are you serious right now?” you began to tearing up when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you marry me?”

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[theprettyarachnid]

Headcanons for Suguru

a/n: sure! this consists of specific and romantic headcanons :)

warnings: none

characters: suguru geto

specific headcanons

🕷 suguru bought nanako and mimiko an easy bake oven for their 8th birthday

🕷 they used it often and would make suguru taste test it and no matter how horrible it was, he always told them it was good because he didn’t want to discourage them in something that they enjoyed

🕷 he wakes up early to look out the window while sipping on his tea

🕷 he switches between herbal tea and chamomile tea

🕷 has a giant tank of fish in his living room

🕷 to this day suguru stays up late at night thinking about how things could’ve been different between him and gojo

🕷 has a tattoo on his back

🕷 i don’t know what it is, but he has one

🕷 he can’t fall asleep when there’s background noise, he just can’t do it

🕷 uses really expensive hair products so his hair is always nice and soft

🕷 suguru smells like peppermint and frankincense

romantic headcanons

🕷 loves taking baths and showers with you, not even in a sexual way he just likes being close to you

🕷 when he proposed, he bought you the most gorgeous yet simple engagement ring

🕷 simple as in not flashy

🕷 his favourite place to kiss you is your neck just where it’s about to meet your jaw

🕷 suguru likes having your head on his chest while you’re in bed because he likes playing with your hair and you find his heartbeat comforting

🕷 has a habit of gently running his thumb over your wedding/engagement ring when you hold hands

🕷 at least once a week you find a bouquet of flowers on your bedside table with a note from suguru

[kashimopilled]

hello! i really enjoyed the drabble of hakari getting his s/o from the kamo clan pregnant. is it okay for me to request for them set before their baby’s birth? like a fluff of just them cuddling and is also midly suggestive, reader is perched on his lap and keeps on peppering tiny kisses everywhere on his face down to his stubble and neck?

thank you so much! i’ve been perusing your blog ever since i stumbled upon it and i love your kashimo and his reincarnated wife series very much ♥️

Cuddles for Hakari’s pregnant girl                 (っ˶ ˘ ᵕ˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶ς) 18+, minors dni cw: fluff, suggestive, language, chubby!reader, insecure!reader note: (post being referred to here.) hii, thank you for the kind words <3 it’s cute how you guys keep asking for baby-related drabbles even though i keep saying that i suck at writing them😭 thank you for the request though ! :) again, the usual disclaimer: i never had a baby so things might be inaccurate. 

“Come on, ma. I lift your weight in the gym as a warm-up.”

Knowing Kinji, that might actually be true.

You stand at the end of the sofa, shifting your weight from one hip to the other. The sofa’s size is humble, to say the least, and recently you can only sit comfortably with your legs slightly spread.

The obvious solution would be to sit on Kinji’s lap, which hasn’t been a problem before but recently you’ve gained some weight. 

Kinji has noticed your insecurity, though he thinks very differently about it.

First of all, Kinji is strong. Beefy. He can handle a few extra kilos. Second, he fucking loves your new curves. Not only because they’re hot in his eyes, but because they’re evidence of his baby growing inside you. He likes that in a way. He did that to your pretty body. A thought for another day.

“The couch creaks when I sit down…” you admit reluctantly, like it’s something shameful and also concerning, because you don’t want to ruin the furniture.

“S’always creaking. Now come on.”

Kinji sprawls out, tilting his head back just a little. He pats his thigh once. It’s a gesture he uses often to lure you into his lap, a gesture that always manages to make your stomach clench. Kinji is well aware of that.

Slowly, you approach him and lower yourself, though it’s quite a struggle. Having a baby in your belly affects your balance. Of course, Kinji’s hands come up to your butt for “help.”

He can’t stop himself. Your cheeks are so squishy and plump. So grabbable.

“Mhm… just like that,” he groans as you settle into his lap. He likes the weight against his thighs and crotch. 

“Gosh, I’m hurting you—”

Kinji’s hands slide up to your waist, holding you there before you can retreat.

“You’re not. Or do you underestimate me that much?” An amused smile spreads across his face as his thumbs draw little circles along your hip bones through the fabric of your pajama pants.

When did he get so… predator-like? Sure, he’s always enjoyed flustering you, but now he looks at you like he wants to see you squirm and blush.

“I just… you know…” You lift your sleeping shirt to reveal your baby bump, which has grown significantly. Kinji hums, placing a palm against the swell of your belly.

“Things at the school okay? They treating you well?”

You nod, your body relaxing a little. The sofa’s bristle cushions tickle your knees as you sink lower, your legs straddling Kinji’s thighs.

“They don’t send me out on the field,” you explain with a shrug. “I just go to classes and help Nanami with paperwork.”

“Good.” Honestly, that’s a relief. Other people, like Gojo, would probably create a rather stressful environment, and Kinji doesn’t want his girl stressing out. Not in general, and definitely not with a baby on the way. “Aren’t you cute today…”

There it is, the small movement. A little squirm. You trying to escape his hungry gaze.

The hands on your hips flex, nudging you forward. Instinctively, your hands come up to rest against Kinji’s broad chest.

“Maybe in the way a fat dog is cute,” you grumble.

He scoffs softly and presses a kiss to your cheek, snorting against your skin. “You ever seen a fat dog I didn’t wanna pet?”

Before you can protest, his hand slides from your waist to your back, massaging your muscles. His thumb presses a little firmer, like punctuation. You’re not going anywhere.

“You’re not fat,” he adds quietly now, the teasing gone. “You’re… full.”

“Full?” you echo, arching a brow.

“Yeah.” His palm returns to your belly, spreading. “Full of curves. Full of life. Full of my kid.”

That does it. Your throat tightens in that annoying, emotional way, and you avert your gaze, pretending to inspect the far wall. Kinji notices anyway.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, leaning forward until his forehead bumps your shoulder. “Don’t get all shy on me now. You were real brave two minutes ago.”

There’s a beat of silence. You refuse to entertain his jab, pouting dramatically for maximum effect.

“What’s a man gotta do around here for some kisses?”

Silence.

“Ma…” A subtle roll of his hips against you. It’s good, especially with the way he keeps calling you those nicknames. Your expression falters.

“Well, don’t call me ‘full,’” you reply finally, looking at him. You lean in and plant kisses along his face.

“What should I call you then…?” Another kiss, this one to his chin. You feel his skin pull as he smiles. “Well-bred?”

“Jesus, shut up.” But you don’t stop kissing him. You even rub your cheek against his stubble, the coarse hair scratches your skin in the nicest way.

“Mine?”

Your teeth sink into his neck. That shuts him up.

Kinji groans, low and soft, the sound vibrating through you. You press your teeth just a little more, and he shivers, tilting his head to give you better access.

“You’re relentless,” he mutters, voice husky, grin obvious. “Don’t think I don’t like it.”

Your fingers trail up to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you nibble and press kisses along his jaw. The sofa creaks beneath you both, but neither of you care in that moment. You’re suspended in the moment, bodies syncing into a slow, delicious rhythm. Wet kissing noises fill the room. 

“Kinji…” you murmur, or maybe it’s more of a whine. “Careful… you’re making me… uh…”

“Making you what?” His lips hover near your ear, warm breath tickling.

You bite your lip, squirming against him. “You know… all… fluttery.”

“That’s the point,” he murmurs. “I like you like that.”

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