#penguwrites

[pengujoon]

FLUSHED WITH FEVER

cont. geto suguru x reader, fluff. suguru is really clingy when he’s sick, he’s so hot he’s burning up, living together!au, intentional lowercase, really wholesome

a/n. suguru brainrot is really hitting strong huh

you woke up to a warm, sunny morning, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. but as you stirred in bed, you felt a familiar presence around you, but something was off.

suguru was nestled close to you, and his skin felt like it was on fire, radiating an intense heat. his cheeks were flushed with fever, and he clung to you as if your touch could cool the burning sensation that consumed him.

“suguru,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. it was burning up, and he groaned softly in response. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, but he seemed almost desperate for relief.

you gently shifted so that you were facing him, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “suguru, you’re burning up,” you murmured, worry filling your voice.

he nuzzled against your hand, seeking comfort. “i know,” he replied, his voice shaky. “i couldn’t sleep, and i needed to be close to you.”

you couldn’t help but feel your heartache for him. “i’m here, suguru. let’s get you cooled down.”

carefully, you disentangled yourself from his grip, leaving the bed to retrieve a damp, cool washcloth. you placed it on his forehead, and he sighed in relief. you could see the agony in his eyes, but he held onto you as if your presence alone could chase away the fever.

you climbed back into bed beside him, and he immediately snuggled against your side, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to bring him some relief from the heat.

“let’s get you some porridge. it’ll help you feel better.”

with a gentle smile, you disentangled yourself from his grip, promising to return. you went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of his favourite porridge, hoping it would help ease his fever. the scent of the simmering porridge filled the kitchen, comforting and inviting.

after a short while, you returned to his room with the warm bowl of porridge in hand. you found him still curled up under the blankets, looking miserable, but the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up at the sight.

“i’ve made some of your favorite porridge,” you said, holding it out to him. “it’s ready whenever you want.”

suguru’s gratitude shone in his feverish eyes as he accepted the bowl. “you’re the best,” he whispered, his voice full of appreciation.

you sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. but as you did, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into you, his head resting on your shoulder. he ate a few spoonfuls but seemed more interested in being close to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he snuggled against your side.

“thank you,” he mumbled between nuzzles. “you’re always so good to me.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “of course, suguru. i’ll take care of you until you’re better.”

once he finished, you set the empty bowl aside and turned to face him. his feverish gaze met yours, and in that moment, you knew you needed to offer more than just comfort food.

you moved closer, your hand gently finding its way to the back of suguru’s head, fingers threading through his hair. you felt the heat radiating from him, but you didn’t mind. in this quiet, intimate moment, you leaned in, and your foreheads met. your touch was soft, and your eyes locked with his, offering a silent reassurance that you’d be there for him.

suguru closed his eyes, his hand resting on your cheek, and he whispered, “thank you for taking care of me.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, giving him the comfort he craved. in this close, loving moment, you knew that your presence was the best medicine for him.

nanami in today's episode... mappa is never beating the gay for nanami allegations

[pengujoon]

LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

[pengujoon]

inspired by this fanart

You stared at the cards in front of you, clearly unsure which one to pick from. It’s a small game you played with Gojo, something small you made up a few years ago back in high school where the two of you first met.

The game is one where you have to choose all of the low number cards, ranging from 2 to 4, from the deck in the other player’s hand. If after four rounds, you’ve failed to get any card from 2 to 4, you will be subjected to punishment that the other player chooses. That’s the gist.

You’ve been staring at his deck of cards in his hands for a while now, and with the unsolicited smirks and giggles that he painfully failed to hide behind them, you’ve been stuck there, unsure which of the few to choose from. He held 10 cards on his hands, and the chances of you getting either one from 2 to 4 is low, considering that there are 30 more stacked on the table, and you already having a spade of two and a heart of three in your hands right now.

You frowned a little, hands hovering over the cards one by one, trying to gauge his reactions to pick a card.

Gojo’s face still sported the same old smirk you grew used to, and although it is endearing, you can’t help but frown more at this, knowing he’ll still laugh at you at the end when he finally caught you slacking off and losing the game.

“Come on, pick one and end the round,” he snickered, eyes wandering over the deck of cards on his hands before darting back up to yours. “What are you waiting for?”

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, “smarty old pants. Who knows what you’ll pull on me if I lost again this round?”

You sighed and leaned back on the chair. “You made me run around the park like how titans would the last time. All my dignityyyy… it’s all gooonneeeee…” You dragged the words out, then slumping over the table in defeat.

Gojo chuckled, then pulled you back up from the table. “Love,” he said, patting your arms after you sat back up, “come on, just choose one and we’ll call it a day, okay?” His eyes softened as he looked at you.

“Fine,” you grumbled, hands begrudgingly lifted to one of the cards, almost picking it out before noticing the way his eyes almost comically opened wide.

“What?” You asked, eyes squinting a little, sitting up. “Do you want me to take or not?”

“I, uh-”

You cut him off- “Is it a 2? Is it a 3? A 4?”

“Uh-”

“I’ll just pick it out!”

You immediately pulled the card out, thinking that it was one of the three numbers you said earlier. “Ha! Booya! I wo-” your jaw dropped the moment you flipped the card over and slotted it over your cards.

Your mouth was still agape as you glanced up to look at him, who’s face was now uncharacteristically red, eyes darting everywhere but at your eyes, almost deliberately avoiding eye contact with you.

“What is this?” You asked, pulling the card out and showing it to him, voice a slight tremble.

The card, although hidden well among the others in the deck, was handmade by him, his familiar handwriting on the centre of the card, and a tape holding a ring back from falling.

“Well… it’s exactly what it says…” he muttered, failing to hide the smile on his face, finally turning back to look at you, taking the card from your hands and taking away the tape holding the ring. He looked at you, his azure blue eyes looking into your now watery ones.

Gojo held the ring between his thumb and fore finger, both his hands holding yours softly.

He smiled, though the blush on his face remains painfully obvious.

“Love, will you marry me?”

a/n: came back from the grave to write this, now i'll disappear again

[pengujoon]

A SILENT WISH

cont. inumaki toge x reader, fluff. inumaki misses reader very very much. living together au, post high school timeline (?), intentional lowercase.

a/n. happy birthday my favourite boy. inumaki's my first fav from jjk even before i got deep into this so he holds a special place in my heart

you had been away overseas for work for what felt like an eternity, and inumaki hadn’t been able to hide his lowkey yearning for your return. it had been two long months, and his birthday was just around the corner. little did he know that gojo was behind a plan to surprise him, with you as the ultimate gift.

as inumaki’s birthday approached, you and gojo plotted in secret, arranging everything meticulously. when the day finally came, you were hidden away in the cozy little apartment you shared with inumaki. the excitement bubbled within you, knowing that your surprise was about to unfold.

the apartment was dimly lit, with a delicious cake resting on the table. inumaki’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he prepared to blow out the candles. gojo, ever the instigator, leaned in and asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, “inumaki, what did you wish for?”

inumaki sighed, a tinge of sadness in his voice, and he closed his eyes to make a silent wish. but as he blew out the candles, he felt someone’s hands over his eyes, and he thought they were gojo’s hands.

he shook his head dejectedly, not expecting his wish to come true anytime soon.

then, the hands over inumaki’s eyes were suddenly removed, and he blinked in confusion. in front of him stood not only gojo but also panda and maki, all of them grinning as if they were in on a secret. but there was more. inumaki felt hands on his shoulders, and his heart raced. there should only be three people in the room, right? the three people were standing before him, so who…?

gojo and panda smiled knowingly, with a phone in gojo’s hand, and maki smiled too. inumaki’s confusion turned to curiosity.

then, in a soft whisper, you spoke into inumaki’s ear, “boo.”

inumaki whipped his head back so quickly it was a wonder it didn’t spin off. his eyes widened, disbelief and joy washing over his face in equal measure. there you were, standing before him, your smile radiant, and your eyes filled with warmth and love.

inumaki couldn’t contain himself any longer. he pulled you into a tight, almost crushing embrace. the world faded away, and for a moment, there was only the two of you. he carried you and spun you around, laughing like a child, his happiness radiating from him.

as he finally put you down, inumaki held you so tightly it was as if he never wanted to let go. his eyes shone with the light that had returned, and a tear of pure happiness escaped, glistening in the soft light of the room. he couldn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. his actions and the depth of his emotions said it all. you had given him the greatest birthday gift of all, and he was completely smitten, unable to contain his overflowing love for you.

“oh, there, there,” you whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his warmth and the silky texture of his hair. “i’m back.”

inumaki, with tearful eyes of happiness, looked into your eyes, his smile brighter than ever. his voice quivered as he whispered softly, “konbu konbu,” a phrase you understood as a tearful “welcome back!”

in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. it was just you and inumaki, wrapped in each other’s arms, a beautiful reunion that neither of you would ever forget.

oh to have someone this excited upon seeing me 😭

[pengujoon]

HIS CLINGY EMBRACE

cont. geto x reader, fluff. lots of fluff and a sleepy geto. he is asleep and needs some love and cuddles. living together!au, intentional lowercase

a/n. missing geto moments. how can someone be so cute even when they're asleep??

the night was still, and the room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains. you lay awake, your thoughts meandering as you stared at the ceiling, lost in the quiet of the night.

beside you, geto slept peacefully, his rhythmic breathing a comforting backdrop to your wakefulness. his arm was draped across your waist, but you noticed that he had shifted slightly in his sleep, his hand now resting just inches away from you.

unable to resist the temptation, you reached out and gently placed your hand in his. his fingers twitched in response, seeking your touch, and then, as if guided by an instinctual longing, he rolled over, pulling you into his embrace.

you nestled against his chest, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, his breath soft and warm against your skin. it was as if he had sensed your wakefulness and had sought you out in his sleep, yearning for your presence.

his arms tightened around you, holding you close, as if afraid that you might slip away in the night. his grip was gentle but possessive, a silent declaration of his love and need for you.

with his hands on your waist, he held you close, fingers tracing tender circles on your skin. the sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with love.

with a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the sensation of being cradled in his arms and the gentle pressure of his hands on your waist. the world outside disappeared, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, bound by an unspoken connection that transcended words.

you could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against your chest, and it lulled you into a sense of security and peace. the night was no longer lonely and quiet; it was alive with the presence of the man you loved, his clingy embrace a testament to the depth of his feelings.

as you drifted back to sleep, you couldn't help but smile, grateful for this simple yet profoundly intimate moment. in the stillness of the night, you and geto found solace in each other's arms, your love a constant and unwavering presence that would carry you through the darkness and into the dawn of a new day.

with a soft, adoring smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his warm hand, your lips lingering there for a moment before you sank back into slumber, settling into his warm embrace.

[pengujoon]

WEIGHT OF AN ABSENCE

cont. gojo x reader, angst, no comfort. husband!au, intentional lowercase. 

a/n. i can’t handle ch 236. my brain came up with the worst possible outcome from this and here is the result. expect the worst.

in a quiet town, where the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and azure, you went about your day like any other. the world moved on, but your heart remained burdened by the weight of an absence that could never be filled.

as you strolled through the market, you found yourself at a florist's stall. your fingers grazed over vibrant blooms, carefully selecting a bouquet of white lilies and blue hydrangeas. the florist glanced at you, her keen eyes catching the glimmer of a ring on the your finger.

"oh, is this for your husband?" the florist asked, her voice soft with curiosity.

a faint smile played on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. "yes," you replied quietly, a hint of sadness lingering in your gaze.

you continued your shopping, picking up a pack of sweets that you knew he loved. the sun kissed your shoulders as you walked, your steps graceful in a beautiful blue sundress that seemed to echo the colour of the ocean.

with your purchases in hand, you called for a taxi, and it whisked you away to a tranquil graveyard nestled by the mountains, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean.

as you stood before a simple gravestone, you whispered his name, "satoru."

setting the flowers and sweets down carefully, you knelt beside the grave, your fingertips tracing the letters carved into the stone, still fresh and vivid. the world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in memories of laughter and shared moments.

but then, as if a dam had burst within you, tears began to fall. you broke down, your sobs a symphony of grief and longing.

you couldn't forget that fateful day, the memories of rushing to him, cradling his lifeless form, and weeping uncontrollably. it was as if time had blurred into a nightmare, leaving you with fragmented images and a heart heavy with sorrow.

the details of what had transpired remained shrouded in mystery, but the painful truth remained — you held your husband's lifeless body in your arms, while the world around you spiralled into disarray.

"he left too suddenly," you whispered between sobs, as if trying to convey your heartache to the one who could no longer hear you. the pain was still raw, the void he left behind an ache that wouldn't subside.

in that solitary moment, with the sound of the ocean waves in the distance, you poured your heart out to the gravestone, missing him more than words could ever express. the world moved on around you, but your love for him remained as constant as the tides, forever washing against the shores of your soul.

sorry... i feel really bad now so im writing a comfort fic brb.

here's the comfort fic as promised.

[pengujoon]

THE SCENT OF PANCAKES

cont. gojo x reader, comfort..? fluff?? use of love. reader experiencing the scare of losing a loved one. living together!au, intentional lowercase. 

a/n. okay i tried making this a toothrotting fluff but this is what i managed. it’s angst laced comfort fluff. ps: gojo’s alive in this one. source: trust me bro

you stirred in your sleep, the sensation of emptiness on one side of the bed pulling you from your dreams. groggily, you reached out, expecting to find the comforting warmth of satoru's embrace, but your hand felt nothing but empty space.

in your half-asleep haze, you mumbled his name, wondering if he had slipped out of bed early, perhaps to wash up. but as you tried to call out to him many times, there was no response, no familiar hum of his presence in the room.

your eyes blinked open, and a wave of unease washed over you as you realised that satoru's side of the bed was immaculately untouched. it was as if no one had ever slept there before. panic began to creep in as you sat up, your heart pounding with dread.

you blinked, rubbing your eyes in disbelief, hoping that this was just a strange dream. but the room remained eerily empty.

with trembling hands, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached for your robe, determined to find him. your mind raced with irrational thoughts, and you stumbled toward the bathroom.

in your groggy state, you half-expected to find satoru standing at the sink, washing up as he often did in the mornings. but when you pushed open the bathroom door, it was empty, the tiles cold and devoid of life.

a strangled gasp escaped your lips, and you whispered, “oh no. is he… gone?”

in that agonising moment, you were overcome with a profound sense of loss, as if the very air had been sucked out of the room. you couldn't bear the thought of him being absent from your life.

you ran out from the bathroom, ignoring the disorientation and the throbbing pain as you slipped and fell to the floor in your haste, your urgency to find him overriding grace. you rushed to the bedroom door, your trembling hand reaching for the doorknob.

just as your fingers brushed the cold metal, the door swung open, revealing satoru on the other side. his expression shifted from surprise to deep concern as he took in your appearance.

“love?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “are you okay?”

you couldn't find your voice immediately, your heart still pounding with fear. but upon seeing him in the doorway, wearing a teddy bear apron and his signature sunglasses, a rush of relief washed over you.

“oh,” you finally whispered, unable to hold back the tears that welled up in your eyes. “thank god.”

satoru stepped into the room, his concern deepening as he noticed your trembling form. “what's wrong? are you okay? did you fall and hit anywhere?” his love and care were evident in his voice.

you didn't hear his questions, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your face in his chest. “i thought you were gone,” you choked out, your voice muffled against his shirt. “again.”

satoru was taken aback for a moment, his concern giving way to understanding. his hand ran through your hair, gently rubbing circles on your back.

his other hand found its way to your waist, holding you securely as if assuring you that he was real and present. the scent of pancakes lingered on his apron, and you realised that he had been in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“i’m right here, love,” he whispered, his voice soothing and reassuring. “i’m not going anywhere. you don't have to worry.”

satoru held you close, his embrace reassuring and unwavering. he could feel the rapid beat of your heart, the fear and relief that had flooded your senses.

leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips warm and soft against your skin. it was a kiss filled with love and devotion, a silent promise of his unwavering commitment.

“i’m not going anywhere anymore,” he whispered, his voice tender. “i’ll always be with you.”

am currently lacking the capabilities to write a toothrotting fluff. satoru's incident affected me so much i can't write a single happy fic. i also need satoru to tell me that he's real and it's all just a dream, and that he's still alive and well

[pengujoon]

GUILTY AS CHARGED

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, comedy. reader is very head over heels for satoru + they kiss! established relationship!au, husband!au, intentional lowercase.

a/n. that one satoru removing his blindfold scene in s2 ep8 has me feeling some kinda way and before i knew it this piece came to be

as you watch satoru instruct his students in the courtyard, your heart fluttered, and you turned to shoko with a dreamy expression. you had no lessons, and she had no patients. “shoko, have you ever seen anyone as beautiful and graceful as satoru?"

shoko shook her head, whispering under her breath, “not again…”

"oh my god," you whisper to shoko as you eyed him, your voice filled with awe, hands shaking her shoulders wildly, “look at those muscles. those long legs. that white tuft of hair!! that blindfold. ugh, everything's just perfect."

shoko raises an eyebrow, fully aware of your ongoing infatuation. "well, i do admit that he is good-looking, but you make it sound like he's a work of art."

you nod enthusiastically, not the least bit shy about your feelings. "no, seriously, it's like he moves with this effortless grace. every gesture, every step — it's like poetry in motion. and that blindfold, shoko, it's not just an accessory; it's a statement of his sheer confidence."

shoko chuckles, amused by your vivid analysis. "you're absolutely smitten, aren't you?"

you nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "guilty as charged."

as class ended, satoru caught your eye and winked at you, making your heart skip a beat. even after all these years, your crush on satoru remains as strong as ever.

“hey, mr. handsome,” you said, trying to sound casual the moment he was within earshot, “do you ever wonder how you’re so ridiculously good-looking?”

“well,” satoru paused and smirked, “it’s a natural gift, honey.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “seriously though, it’s unfair. i’ve been dating you since high school, and i still can’t believe my luck.”

he walked over to you, removing his blindfold before taking your face in his hands. “you already have my last name, what’s there to worry about?” he said, leaning in for a kiss that made your heart do somersaults.

"well, it wasn't like i was complaining or anything…" you whispered underneath your breath before he held your face in his hands and pulled you closer to him. the coldness of the golden ring shocked you as he landed pecks and kisses all over your now flushed face before finding your soft lips.

you leaned into his kisses, your fingers gently tracing the outline of his jaw. the warmth of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

satoru's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the sensation of his lips on yours.

eventually, he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. his beautiful blue eyes stared into your very own as you whispered to him, like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment - it was just you and him.

you whispered under your breath, "and i just love you so, so much, dearest husband of mine."

bonus scene:

“did they just casually forget about my existence?” shoko asked, blinking her eyes in feigned shock.

“don’t worry, shoko-sensei. this happens way too often for any of our liking.” as nobara shook her head sadly, itadori and megumi nodded in agreement, all of them looking at the lovey dovey pair of couple before them, this scene all too familiar to their sight.

in my husband!satoru era fr. this is so self indulgent i don’t even know where to begin