hellooooo chat sorry i’ve been a little inactive i’ve been getting ready for state testing soo i been busy 😅😅 anyways we also about to hit 200 followers so when i come back i’ll do a special series for that!!
so yk that jane juliet guy..hes my man and I thought that people would write for Ryu after he got animated...clearly that didnt happen
so anyway if you needed an idea it could be regular culling game arc, buut if you wanna do an au could reader be a baker or have like bakery and he gets obsessed and wants reader's cookie
ᝰ.ᐟ note : fluff & angst(?), petnames (babe, my dear, love, baby), husband!sorcerer!reader, reader got a bad cut during a mission, established relationship, separate drabbles, requesteddd
SATORU GOJO
the door barely clicks shut before he notices.
satoru’s lying on the couch, half scrolling his phone, half pretending he’s not waiting for you to come home. but the second you step inside—
he’s up.
“...hey.”
too quiet. that’s the first sign. then he sees you properly. your uniform is torn at the side, one hand pressed tightly against your abdomen, breathing controlled but wrong. too careful. too practiced.
his face changes instantly. “nope. bathroom. now.”
you try to speak, but he’s already there, arm sliding under yours like it’s instinct. no hesitation. no panic in his movements yet, just focus. he lifts you like you weigh nothing.
“satoru, i can walk—”
“yeah and i can also ignore that and carry you anyway.” you don’t argue after that.
he gets you onto the bathroom counter in seconds, steadying your back with one hand while he’s already reaching for supplies with the other like he’s done this a thousand times.
and honestly… he has.
but his hands are slightly tighter than usual. that’s the only giveaway.
“this is deeper than ‘i’m fine,’ you know that right?” he says lightly, but his eyes don’t match the tone anymore. you give him a worn out look.
“i was handling it, toru…” “mhm. love that for you babe, but unfortunately they left a pretty bad number on you.”
he cleans it carefully. he doesn’t crack any jokes now. just focused silence, occasionally brushing your skin with careful pressure, checking your breathing more than the wound itself. when you flinch, his voice softens immediately. “hey. i’ve got you. stay with me, yeah?” and when it’s finally wrapped, he exhales like he’s been holding it in the whole time.
only then does he lean forward, forehead briefly resting against your shoulder. “don’t do that again.” you hum something noncommittal.
he clicks his tongue, but his arms come around you anyway. the feeling is warm and grounding. “yeah. didn’t think so.”
and later, when you’re cleaned up and sitting on the couch wrapped in bandages and his jacket, he’s still there, hand on your waist, like he’s making sure you don’t disappear on him again.
. . .
SUGURU GETO
suguru notices before you even say anything. you’re too quiet walking in. too careful with your steps.
he’s in the kitchen, but the moment he sees you in the hallway, his expression shifts — slow, controlled, immediate understanding.
“come here.” not a question. you try to brush it off. “it’s nothing serious, suguru—”
he’s already at your side.
his hand gently but firmly guiding you toward the bathroom. “i didn’t ask what it is. i said come here.”
there’s no anger in it. just concern wrapped in calm authority.
he sits you on the counter and steps back just enough to assess you properly. his eyes drop to the injury.
“…you should’ve come home sooner.”
you shrug weakly.
that earns a soft sigh. he turns to grab supplies, movements precise, efficient. no wasted motion. but his jaw is slightly tense.
“this is going to sting,” he says quietly. “i can handle it.” a pause. “i know you can. still.”
he cleans it carefully, methodical, always watching your face more than the wound itself. like he’s tracking every reaction. when you tense, his thumb brushes your wrist.
“breathe.”
not commanding this time. just grounding. once it’s wrapped, he doesn’t move away right away. instead, he adjusts your position slightly, making sure you’re comfortable, checking the bandage again like it’s instinct.
then he exhales. slow.
“you scared me.” you look at him.
he doesn’t repeat it.
just steps closer and pulls you in carefully, arms wrapping around you like he’s holding something fragile he refuses to lose. “next time, you call me.” you nod.
he kisses your forehead once. suguru doesn’t let go for a while.
. . .
KENTO NAMAMI
the blond opens the door and immediately knows. he doesn’t ask questions. just says “…bathroom. now.”
you blink. “baby, i just got home—”
“i can see that.” he said while already behind you. kento’s already supporting you without making it obvious he’s doing it.
you try to insist you’re fine, but your words slow halfway through because the pain finally catches up properly. his grip tightens slightly at your elbow.
“don’t argue with me right now.”
it’s not harsh. it’s steady. you let him guide you.
he gets you seated on the bathroom counter, already pulling gloves and supplies like he keeps them ready for exactly this… scenario (he does).
his expression is calm, but his eyes are sharp.
too sharp.
“this is going to need proper cleaning.” you nod. he starts immediately.
careful hands. controlled movements. no wasted motion. but his focus is absolute. you can tell he’s angry.
not at you. at the situation. at the fact you got hurt at all.
when you wince, he pauses instantly. “i know, my dear…” he whispers, assisting your wound. “you’re doing well.” he continues this for a while.
no unnecessary talking. just presence.
when he finishes wrapping it, he steps back and finally lets himself breathe properly. “…you should’ve come straight home.” you give a small, tired smile.
“i did.”
he looks at you for a long second, then reaches out, fixing the edge of the bandage like it offends him if it’s even slightly uneven.
“good.”
that’s all he says.
but then he lifts you down carefully anyway, guiding you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom like it’s automatic.
later, you’re lying against him. his arm around your waist. hand resting protectively over the bandage.
no words for a while. just quiet breathing. then, low voice.
“don’t make me repeat myself next time.” you hum. his grip tightens slightly. “…i’m serious.”
but he doesn’t move you away, not even a little. kento just holds you closer instead.
ᝰ.ᐟ note : nsfw, established relationship, sub!reader, these might be the freakiest imagine i ever wrote on here, praise kink, oral (both receiving), spit kink, other freaky stuff…
thinking bout toji fushiguro who’s… whispering filthy little promises as he traces patterns over your skin, lips leaving a trail from neck to chest, making it impossible to think straight.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who’s… got a hand in your hair, pulling you closer, teeth grazing your shoulder, making you shiver.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who’s… undoing buttons with slow, deliberate movements, eyes locked on yours the whole time.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who’s… got you bent over, whisperin’ filthy little instructions, voice barely a growl. “yea, pretty.. bend just like this.”
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… whispers, “hands behind your back,” before sliding into you from behind, pace brutal.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… spits in your mouth mid-kiss, watching your face heat up like he just won something.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… makes you ride him slow while he leans back, hands behind his head, grin infuriating.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… makes you hold eye contact while he eats you out, smirk curling whenever you gasp too loud.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him while he ruins you slow.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… laughs when you whine, then shoves two fingers in deeper just to hear it again.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… leaves marks down your chest, teeth sharp enough that you’ll be sore tomorrow.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… pulls his shirt off with one hand and tosses it at your face just to watch you fluster.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… makes you ride his face until your thighs shake, ignoring your cries that it’s too much.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… says “good boy” when you obey, voice dripping smug satisfaction.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… doesn’t let you come until you’re crying, then finally gives in with a kiss to your temple.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… grips your hips hard enough to bruise while muttering curses into your ear.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… makes you repeat what you want, slower, clearer, until your voice shakes with embarrassment.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… spits on his cock before sliding in, eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… lets you take control once, only to flip you over halfway through, saying “not happening.”
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… smirks when you beg for him faster, only to slow down just to hear you cry.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… wipes your tears with his thumb before pushing his cock back between your lips.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… makes you count every thrust out loud, punishing you when you lose track.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… pins your wrists with one hand and eats you out like he’s proving a point.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… murmurs, “say thank you,” after making you come, smug smirk daring you to defy him.
thinking bout toji fushiguro who… wakes you up in the middle of the night, tugging your sleep shirt up and kissing your stomach lazily. “…couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”
thinking bout toji fushiguro who’s… half-asleep on the couch, hair a mess, scrolling through his phone. you crawl between his knees, kissing up his thigh until he finally lowers the phone with a sharp exhale. “really? here?” he asks, pretending annoyed.
ᝰ.ᐟ note : slice of life, omgaverse, omega!male!reader, alpha!gojo, pregnant!reader
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . is insufferably proud the moment he finds out you’re pregnant. like actually walking around acting like he personally invented the concept of life.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . refuses to let you walk anywhere alone. not in an overbearing way, more like… he just appears. you’ll turn around and he’s already there, sunglasses low on his nose, “where are we going, hm?” like he wasn’t stalking you.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . talks to your stomach. a lot.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . lwk gets emotional the first time he feels a kick. goes completely still, then looks at you like he just got hit with something bigger than any curse he’s ever faced.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . absolutely hates when missions take him away from you for too long. finishes them faster than anyone thought possible just to get back. the second he returns, he’s checking on you first before anything else.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . lays with his head in your lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, listening to your ranting and complaining.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . whispers to you at night when you can’t sleep. dumb things, soft things, promises he doesn’t usually say out loud. “you’re doing so good… i know it’s a lot… but you’re not doing it alone, okay?”
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . is glued to you on the rough days. if you’re tired, he’s quieter. you’re cranky, he lets you be cranky. if you’re overwhelmed, he’s pulling you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head, murmuring “i got you, i got you” until you calm down.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . googles stuff abt pregnancy for omegas. like secretly. you’ll catch him scrolling late at night, brightness low, reading about symptoms and what you might need. will never admit it, just clears his throat and switches tabs fast.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . physical affection becomes more intentional. not just casual touches, like checking in touches.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . is not immediately cool about it. like you say it once—“i think my water just broke” and toru just… blinks. once. twice. “…that’s—now? like, now now?”
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . you don’t even get to answer properly before he’s already moving.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . he keeps talking. mostly to steady himself. low voice, a little too even.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . when things get more intense for you, that’s when his composure cracks just a little.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . is trying not to loose his shit in the lobby.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . the relief hits him before the joy does. you can literally see it in his shoulders dropping a little when you respond.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . when they hand him the baby, there’s a split second where he hesitates. toru looks at the newborn like they’re straight out of a dream.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . he doesn’t say anything flashy. no big speech. just looks down at them, then back at you like he’s trying to connect the dots.
ALPHA!GOJO WHO . . . is willing to be present throughout his kid’s life ( unlike some people.. don’t wanna say names... toji )
