Synopsis: you sent over a cute shikigami to your overly powerful and capable boyfriend during a mission/battle
Characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna and yuta (as guest!)
Format: SMAU
[an] i originally would've used pokemon as shikigamis but wth
[an] I wasn't gonna add yuta anymore but i thought it would be hilarious to have the massive rika react to a cute creature
jjk men + checking up on you after you punched your ex
CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso and sukuna
FORMAT: smau
CW: pre-relationship, pining, some non-exclusive legal charges mentioned, swearing
[a/n] based on this post // also i didn't change their pictures and contact name for my own convenience but this is pretty much pre-relationship as mentioned
CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso and sukuna
FORMAT: smau
WARNINGS: swear words, f!reader (I'm still in the process of learning how to write gender neutral), disappointing nanami ☹️, suggestive on toji
synopsis: how the jjk men call you by your full name (with their surname)
CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna
FORMAT: drabble
WARNINGS: sickly sweet and domestic it'll hurt your teeth
[a/n] the other jjk men will be posted separately as i think this has gotten pretty long for a drabble /// sukuna (new!)
💛 Nanami Kento
Kento, oh sweet, pure soul, angel Nanami Kento.
A kiss from Kento Nanami is not something you just wipe away. It would be a crime to wipe a kiss graced by the nanami kento, a shame even.
And yet… here you are.
You were already in bed. Like always, you finished your routine first. Now already half-buried in your blankets, scrolling through messages you missed throughout the day, eyes heavy but not quite ready to sleep. The room was dim, quiet with just the soft glow from the bedside lamp and of your screen lighting your face.
And like always, your husband stayed up a little longer checking the doors, making sure everything was locked, everything safe as you both are in deep slumber.
The bed dips beside you and immediately his signature tender kiss on your cheek. Then he simply situates himself beside you, grunting the stress from the day away.
Then before he removes his glasses he sees it, you, without looking at him wiping your cheek.
You feel him freeze right beside you, completely still, and then, slowly, his hand comes up to his mouth... and breathes into his palm before bringing it closer to his nose to smell it 😭
You almost break then and there.
Your entire soul crumples in on itself as you stare at your phone with the intensity of someone fighting for their life.
Oh, poor man.
Then the bed shifts again. Your husband now getting out of bed. You finally glance up just in time to see him walk toward the bathroom.
A second later the faint sound of running water fills your ear and then...someone brushing their teeth.
Your poor husband brushing his teeth again.
When he comes back, you quickly look down at your phone again, pretending (so hard) like you're composing important messages again.
The bed dips. He leans in again to give you another kiss. Same spot as earlier. And you felt his eyes burn on you as if testing to see what your next move is. Of course, you're evil. Absolute evil you don't deserve him to be your husband. Because you just diabolically wiped his kiss again and nonchalantly went back to typing on your phone.
A heavy sigh from Kento you even felt his breath touch your arm and then he's getting up again.
That’s it. You can’t do it anymore. You’ve crossed a line.
"Oh, Kenny!" You launch yourself at your poor husband. Both arms wrapping around him before he can even leave the bed.
He turns his head to you, confusion soft in his eyes. "Wha—are you okay, honey?"
“I was messing with you!” you blurt, words rushing out in a mess. “I was just playing, you don’t smell bad at all, you smell amazing, actually, I think I’m the one who needs to brush my teeth again!”
He blinks but less stiff now. “What do you mean?”
You groan, burying your face on his back.
“i was playing with you,” you admit. “wiping your kiss like that… i was in agony doing it, okay? It felt so wrong every time. I’m so sorry, my love.”
You pull him back down with you to the bed so you could climb over him just to hug him tighter, like that might fix your crime.
He’s quiet for a moment beneath you.
“…You were teasing me.” A slow exhale leaves him and you finally feel his hand coming up to rest on your back, “…that was cruel.”
You wince and pull back to stare at his eyes to show your sincerity. “I know. I’ll brush my teeth again,” you mumble. “I’ll do it. Justice.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he replies, though there’s a faint, very faint hint of amusement creeping into his voice now.
“…are you mad?”
He studies you for a second before heaving a heavy exhale softly.
“Honey, I could never get mad at you for that small petty reason… but don’t ever reject my kisses again. I don't think I'll survive the thought of you getting sick of my affection anymore.”
You nod a little bit harshly. “I would never get sick of your affection ever! I’d have to be dead before that even happens.”
He gives you a look. "Dead? Really?"
Needless to say, you’d never pull a prank like that again, especially one that makes your husband question something as soft and certain as your love for him.
CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna
FORMAT: drabble
WARNINGS: sickly sweet and domestic it'll hurt your teeth
[a/n] the other jjk men will be posted separately as i think this has gotten pretty long for a drabble /// sukuna (new!)
🩵 Gojo Satoru
It’s not a kiss. It has never been a kiss with Gojo Satoru. It’s an event.
A wet, sloppy kiss that makes you crunch your face immediately. Actually, calling it a kiss is very generous. It’s more like… smothering. He just plants his lips on your face and moves with no respect for boundaries (if he even knows that word).
Starting at the corner of your nose, dragging to your cheek, wet, loud, and entirely unnecessary.
“Mm—!”
You scrunch instantly, eyes squeezing shut as he continues his journey like a man with a mission. Trailing up to your eye. Down to your other cheek. Down the bridge of your nose (the other side so they're even).
By the time he’s done, you’re left frozen in place, face damp, soul mildly displaced.
“…you done?”
He pulls back, completely satisfied, dropping beside you, “yes,” he says proudly, like that was a normal, respectable interaction.
And yes, you’ve gotten used to it by now. What with his very obvious golden retriever personality, his need to show affection like he’s been deprived of it for years, his inability to just do a normal kiss. You’ve accepted your fate.
But today? Today you’re feeling a little mischievous.
You reach over to the small table beside the couch, grab a cloth, and without hesitation, WIPE. Your entire face. You don’t even look at him at first. You’re committed. Making sure every corner of your face gets cleaned up. Both cheeks, nose, even the eye area just for dramatic effect.
Only then did you glance.
There he is, your once golden retriever boyfriend, now a... honestly words could now describe how he's looking now. Vexed? Resentful? Insulted? Yep. Like he just witnessed betrayal at the highest level. His mouth slightly open, brows pulled together, staring at you like you just rejected his entire existence.
“…so you hate me.”
You try to act innocent, blinking at him you hummed, “hm?”
“My kiss.”
You look at the cloth and then back at him, “…my face is drenched.”
His expression somehow worsens.
“It's called LOVE.”
“Toru, it was saliva,” you correct calmly, folding the cloth like you’re making a point.
He sits there, stunned. His hand whom once was behind you now on his lap like he's tryna collect himself.
"You didn’t have to wipe it like that,” he's actually pouting at this point.
“Like what?”
“Like you were disinfecting or some shit.”
You gave him a bored look, “i mean…”
Your boyfriend gasps. An actual high-pitched gasp with a little bit of a squeak at the end. Hand to chest and everything.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing because oh this is too good. you’ve never seen him this betrayed over something so small (well, except that time you gave his cake to the neighbor and he just ignored you the whole afternoon).
“Wow,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Okay.”
He leans back, crossing his arms like he’s trying to act unbothered, but he keeps glancing at you like he’s waiting for you to take it back.
But you don’t. You just continued what you were doing with stitching the hole on his shirt. But that's very unfair of you, right? Because, he was just being a good boyfriend, giving you kisses his huge heart could not contain to keep.
So he lunges.
You should've seen it coming. It was on you. This is your boyfriend we're speaking with, after all. You barely have time to react before he’s back on you, hands cupping your face, pressing another exaggerated, even wetter, even more offensive series of kisses all over your cheeks face.
“TORU—” you laugh, trying to push him away, “i just dried my face you dipshit!”
“Nope,” he insists between kisses, “clearly missed a spot.”
You’re laughing too hard to fight properly now, completely losing control of your own prank.
