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hey sister-in-law 😚😚

came here to finally do the self-ship ask game.

my man : geto suguru 💋

about myself : i’m kind of a stereotypical virgo ie clean, tidy, gives good advice and is blunt/sort of mean. i’ve tried the mbti test and have gotten either intp/j but mostly intp. i studying psych (as well as eng lit and french—love languages). i love wearing makeup, it’s my fave routine of the day where i play music (ironically rap songs) and put on make up, it’s like my destressor and allows me to be a silly girl☺️ i love drinking coffee and i’m not much of a sweet tooth but bring me some savoury things and they will be gone (i do like chocolate cake, red velvet and blueberry desserts tho) i’m also more of a fruits > sweets person and it’s because i’m like super into my health lol. anyway, i also love kids and have debated becoming a nursery teacher. i dye my hair a lot (surprisingly it looks alright, not fried or anything) it’s currently black but before that it was a (dark cherry) purple colour. i wear glasses and my clothes colour palette is mostly neutral. i am planning on getting a nose piercing soon! ooh ooh i am obsessed with cherries!!!! it’s my signature colour as well as purple and black. i love perfumes and candles since my nose is quite sensitive to smell. i also like a lot of film bro shows/movies lol and i’m a major procrastinator — anyway i hope that’s enough 😘

have a wonderful day yuyu 🫶🏼💕

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he makes you feel 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄 . . .

even before dating him, geto makes you feel content. he's a gentle soul, low voice attentive and careful. there is no surprise that it translates when the two of you are together. adjusting at first is nothing short from chaotic, but once you past the hard bump together, it feels like a love that grows old and listens to the sound of grandchildren laughing in the backyard.

he makes you feel 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 . . .

for the first time in a long time, geto makes you feel vulnerable. you can be soft around him, it's okay to be. at first it definitely is hard for him to break you out of your shell. walking on eggshells doesn't work, so geto is straight forward. he recognizes your struggle and soothes his hands over it to calm you down. you don't have to put up a front anymore with him, that's what it means to be lovers, doesn't it?

you make him feel 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄 . . .

there is some unspoken sense of affection between the two of you, especially on his end. you make him feel at ease, a feeling that hasn't been granted to him the minute his eyes opened in the hospital he was born. geto always gets like this, hiding his face into your shoulder means he needs you and he doesn't wanna talk about what's wrong. the soft scent of your body wash makes him feel at ease as your gentle hand cards through waves of black hair. geto takes a deep breath in, just like you taught him.

you make him feel 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 . . .

you aren't an entirely frilly person, straight to the point and blunt with your ideas, bet geto likes that about you. you're realistic and keep him grounded— he's the more sensitive between the two of you, believe it or not, so sometimes your words can hurt him if you aren’t careful. he knows you mean well though and definitely will combat an insult with pinching your cheek with that charming smile. try to hurt his feelings and he'll only purposefully be cheesy because he knows it’ll make your brain fuzzy.

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a child is bound to feel neglected when they discover no one bothered to show up for their science fair, especially when all their peers have someone to dote on them. it seems fushiguro megumi is no exception.

content. female!reader with she/her pronouns, feminine nicknames (princess), established relationship with satoru, slight angst with a happy ending.

notes. nobody was there when i presented my end of the year research-project as a 14 year old, so megumi (age 7), baby, i'm gonna make sure there's someone there for you.

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Megumi never really cared about science fairs. To him, they’re just a regular afternoon at school that he’ll have to sit through until he’s finally allowed to go home. He may think of them as unnecessary—as he does not believe in a good reason for parents to come to the school and marvel at their child’s (very much mediocre) creation—but he has never had a strong opinion towards them. They were just. . .there. 

He didn’t pay them much mind, and that exact indifference turned out to be the motive behind the very serious crime of putting a flyer in the bin. 

“Look what I found!” 

There’s a sense of annoyance that bubbles up in his stomach when Satoru puts the invitation to the science fair in front of him. Megumi’s brows furrow, and he purses his lips—leave it to him to find something he doesn’t want to have found. 

“Hm?” You hum, and lean over to look. One of Satoru’s fingers taps impatiently on the flyer, as if it’s saying ‘look, I caught him hiding something!’. Megumi briefly contemplates biting the digit clean off. “Science fair. . .Is this yours, Megumi?”

While reading, you put the bowl of rice back down onto the dinner table, and Tsumiki gingerly grabs it upon return. You mouth the words as you do so, and the boy nearly gags when he watches Satoru’s lovesick gaze at your little quip. It’s so disgustingly sappy, he nearly forgets you asked him a question. Nearly, as it had induced just enough anxiety into him to make him remember. 

“Mhm,” he mumbles, and pokes a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. 

You stop reading at his confirmation. There’s a sad look in your eye, it forms quickly and is instantly directed at him. Megumi doesn’t like it. Especially since he’s most likely the cause of it. “Why didn’t you tell us?” You ask, and he finds himself at a loss of words. 

Why didn’t he tell you? In all honesty, it just didn’t occur to him to do so. He has never cared about science fairs, nor has he had people who attended them for him. Most times, they are for parents only—so try as she might, Tsumiki was never allowed inside. Megumi eventually stopped bringing them up. He felt a little sorry for all the failed attempts his sister (very lovingly) made. But now. . .well, yes, why didn’t he tell you? 

He doesn’t know the answer to that. 

“Didn’t think of it,” he says eventually, because he knows you’ve been trying to get him to talk more; verbalising his feelings, is what you called it. 

You frown at his answer, and it makes him wonder if he said the wrong thing. A quick glance between you and the man at your side is shared. Megumi thinks that can’t be good. 

“It says it’s for tomorrow evening,” you tell Satoru, and push the flyer over back to his side of the table. “Are you free, then?”

Satoru pauses. He’s not free, Megumi knows he isn’t. Not because Satoru told him so, but because he listened to the phone call he had a few hours ago. It’s bad manners, he knows—he can hear you in his head, and he shouldn’t have done it. But, Satoru talks so loudly, he should simply quiet down if he doesn’t want others to hear. 

“I sure am,” he says then, and Megumi tries to hide the surprise on his face. He’s lying. Liar. Liar. Liar. It’s all that goes through the boy’s head, but he doesn’t say it out loud. 

He does wonder why Satoru lied, but he quickly gets his answer when he sees the happy smile that breaks out on your lips. “That’s great!” You say, and place one of your hands on his. Seemingly delighted, you look at Megumi. “We’ll be there.” 

“It’s nothing special,” Megumi says. His voice is clear this time, as opposed to his previous mumbling. Once again, he hears you in his head. You’re allowed to make noise. “You really don’t have to.” 

“Nonsense,” Satoru chimes. 

You continue his sentence. “We’ll be there.” 

We’ll be there. 

We’ll be there. 

We’ll be there. 

. . .So, where are you? 

Megumi isn’t too proud to admit that he’s currently desperately looking for the blabbermouth you call your boyfriend. It’s not because he’d rather have him here than you, but his white hair makes for a stark contrast among the crowd. It’s so very easy to find, and yet it’s nowhere to be found. He’s not here, and that, by extension, means you probably aren’t here, either. The realisation hits him harder than he thought it would have. 

For some reason, there’s a deep sadness. He thinks it’s a little silly. Nobody has ever shown up before, and he was fine with that. Being alone isn’t new to him. None of the situation he’s currently in is surprising, and yet Megumi has to fight off the tears welling up in his eyes. Why is he feeling this way? This hasn’t happened before. 

Megumi doesn’t care about science fairs. But, if that were true, then why do all the children and their parents suddenly make the room feel smaller? He swallows. All his classmates are darting around the room, chattering and motioning towards their projects while their parents gawk in feigned awe. As they always did. Except now, he feels something akin to resentment boil from within. His hand balls up into a fist. 

There isn’t a good enough reason for him to feel so disappointed. The position he finds himself in isn’t unfamiliar, and he knows Satoru was initially called-in for a mission somewhere in Ginza. Something came up, that’s all there is to it. Megumi knew better than to get his hopes up, or so he thought. How pitiful.After all this time, he still hasn’t learned.

And suddenly, he’s four years old again, and crawling into the crumpled bed sheets of his father’s ever-so-empty bed. He’s holding onto the fabric as if it’ll slip through his fingers, and stifling his quiet sobs with the pillow that doesn’t carry the same comforting scent any longer. It hasn’t for months now. Megumi keeps hoping that one day, it will. Tsumiki peeks into the room, and he pretends not to notice. He’s four years old, and has no parents, and absolutely no idea why his father left without him. 

Why was he forgotten? 

There is a lump forming in his throat. Its imminent appearance lulled him out of the faded memory, and into the present—the present, where he is, once again, forgotten about. Perhaps that is simply the tale of Megumi Fushiguro. 

“Mom, look! I added the glitter to it just as you said,” a girl speaks from the booth next to him. “What do you think? It’s pretty, right? Do you think it’s pretty?”

Her mother laughs, and pets her head once the girl starts tugging on her arm. “Mhm, it’s beautiful, darling. I’m very proud of you.”

Megumi doesn’t necessarily want to cry. Though, when his eyes water momentarily, there’s very little he can do about it; he feels even more powerless when his bottom lip starts trembling. He once read that blinking rapidly will make one’s tears disappear like snow before the sun, except that article mustn’t have taken the feeling of heartbreak into consideration. It doesn’t matter how much Megumi blinks, the first tear falls down his cheek a few seconds later. 

“Huh? What’s this? You really need to work on your handwriting, Megumi, your name is barely rea. . .” 

A part of him is convinced that the universe has it out for him. There is no other reason for the constant waves of misfortune that strike him. Sniffling, he looks up at the man in front of him—and the worst thought he has ever had surfaces. He is so very happy to see Satoru Gojo. 

Satoru’s eyes widen in shock upon seeing the water staining the boy’s cheeks, but even then Megumi can’t find it within himself to feel embarrassed. Not at this moment. With teary eyes, he blinks up at the tall man that snatched him up from the street like he was some discarded piece of free furniture.

“Where’s. . .” he croaks out, but gets interrupted rather quickly. 

“She’s talking to your teacher,” Satoru says softly. It’s a new tone of voice, one Megumi vaguely remembers as the one he normally reserved for you. This is making him uncomfortable—even a blind person would see that, but Satoru still tries. “Hey, it’s alright, buddy. She’s here.” 

The pat on his head nearly feels awkward. . .No, it does feel awkward. Satoru is petting him as if he were gently pressing a buzzer. It’s not even remotely close to the soft caresses you use when soothing him back to sleep, but it still brings him some strange sense of comfort. Megumi doesn’t swat his hand away. 

“There, there,” Satoru mumbles, and crouches down to his height. It’s a little silly to see such a man all folded up, his legs too long to look normal. “There was an accident a little further down the road. It took us a little longer to get here.”

Megumi lets out a shaky sigh. The petting stops shortly after. It’s quiet for a little while after—even if the room is filled with adults and children alike. Satoru looks at him, and he briefly wonders how you’re able to withstand looking into his eyes for as long as you do sometimes; Megumi thinks the blues will blind him soon. He gulps. For as annoying he might be when speaking, it turns out that Satoru Gojo is much more unnerving when he’s silent—silent, and looking right at you. 

Adorned with white lashes, Satoru’s baby blues pick Megumi apart at the seam. The boy has the brief idea to ask what he is thinking, but then decides against it. 

“Are you okay?”

The sound of his voice startles him. He hadn’t expected him to speak any time soon. 

“Megumi,” he calls out. “Are you okay?”

Is he okay? Megumi doesn’t know for sure. There are a lot of emotions he went through these past twenty minutes, and he isn’t entirely convinced that his brain was able to process them all. But for now—for now, he at least feels okay. 

Megumi nods. It’s all he does, not confident in his ability to verbalise his thoughts at the moment. He sniffs again. He’s okay, things are okay. 

“Good, that’s good,” Satoru mumbles, and his eyes dart towards the right side of the room; towards the door. He clears his throat, and one of his fingers carefully makes its way towards Megumi’s cheek. “That’s good. She’s here now, see?”

Megumi visibly perks up, and, while still a little shaken, starts searching for you. As soon as he lifts his head up, there’s a soft brush against his skin. He wavers for a moment, confusion on his face once he realises Satoru brushed some stray tears away. The two look at each other once again. Why did he. . .

“Oh, there you are, lovie,” you say, relief apparent in your voice. It never takes you long to embrace Megumi—you once said he’d be stuck in your arms forever if you had your way. The boy moulds into you, and his anxiety dissipates as soon as your perfume hits his nose; the scent comforting him. “I’m so sorry, there was an accident, and all roads were blocked, and. . .God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long.” 

You cup his cheeks in his hands, and Megumi suddenly feels under scrutiny. It’s as if you’re searching for any inkling that your late arrival had caused him unease. It clicks, then, why Satoru did what he did. He’s a buffoon most of the time, but it seems there are some working cells left in his brain—when it concerns you, of course. Megumi is very thankful for him now. Though, he will deny ever feeling so. 

“Alright, princess, let him breathe,” Satoru says, the usual light lilt to his voice has made a return. There’s a small smile on his face as he watches you fuss over him. “Don’t you want to show us your project, Megumi?”

The mention of his project catches your attention. “Oh! Yes, will you show us, Gumi?” 

One might think you’re speaking about some grand architecture design rather than a small, barely functioning science project. That is, if they took the look in your eyes as anything to go by. The boy glances between you and Satoru. Megumi then decides that, yes, he would like to show it to you—he always has wanted to show them. 

You weren’t his parents, but you were at his side. And when Megumi looks at the near-giddy excitement showing up on Satoru’s face, and the unconditional support on yours. . .he thinks that may just be enough. 

He nods, and finds his words again. 

“I—I will, yes. Follow me, please.”

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✩｡:*•.───── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.

it’s 3am, and six year old megumi fushiguro just woke up from a nightmare. the thing he wants to do most? seek comfort in your arms.

cw. this reader is genderneutral, as the relationship with megumi isn’t developed enough yet for him to call her ‘mom’ but i plan on making future fics in the same timeline—which will then be a female reader (just a heads-up <3).

notes. healing my inner child through raising megumi w satoru? more likely than you might think. . .

It’s the soft shuffle of footsteps that first woke you from your slumber. Even after seven months of them being in your custody, you still haven’t gotten used to hearing footsteps that don’t belong to neither you nor Satoru—certainly not in the middle of the night. It’s probably why you were wide awake as soon as you heard them in front of your bedroom door.

As it stands, those footsteps don’t belong to you. Or Satoru. Or Tsumiki. They’re Megumi’s, and you know that because they’re so very quiet. As if he purposely makes himself small as to not stand out. Light as a feather in order to go unnoticed. Though, the small light in your hallway betrays him. It illuminates his figure, and allows you to see the shadows of his feet from underneath the door.

You glance at the digital clock that’s placed on your nightstand. 3:32am. It’s been ten minutes since the boy arrived at your bedroom door, and nine since you woke up. Will he finally summon the courage to enter, now?

A small frown settles between your brows. You attempt once more to untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s tight grip, to flee from his arms in order to take the little boy in front of your door into your own; it’s all futile, of course. When Satoru sleeps, he sleeps deeply, and he does so with you in his arms or not at all. He holds onto you as if you were a plushie, a teddy bear he could squish against his chest as much as his heart wishes.

It’s endearing, sure, but it does put you in a bit of a pickle at the moment. You sigh, and glance at your friendly, sleeping giant. Satoru seems at peace. Cuddled into you from behind, it seems as if he doesn’t carry a care in the world. You smile, and make a mental correction. It’s very endearing—but still, doesn’t solve your current problem.

Tearing your eyes away from your boyfriend, you throw a worried look towards the door. He’s still there, and still lacking the courage.

“Megumi,” you whisper.

He stops pacing abruptly. It’s clear he heard you, despite the barely audible mumble of his name. And, though he's startled that you caught him, he doesn’t leave.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. There’s an attempt at pouring as much softness and gentleness in your voice as you can, lest you scare him off. “You can come in, the door’s unlocked.”

The door opens very, very slowly. It seems everything Megumi does, he does so without creating too much of a fuss. All his movements are meek, careful—they’re made to not bother anybody. It saddens you a little, the fact that he’s so accustomed to making himself as invisible and easy-to-manage as possible.

A messy fluff of black hair appears in your line of sight. You suppress an amused smile at the sight. He shyly peeks into your room, one of his hands resting against the side of the door.

“Hey,” you say softly, and your eyes follow him as he quietly walks over to your side of the bed. He stops in front of you, but doesn’t speak. “Are you okay?”

It doesn’t take you long to notice the teary eyes, or the wetness across his cheeks. You look at him sadly, and carefully bring a hand up to wipe the liquid off his cheek. He’s trying to be brave, you can see. Though the way his bottom lip shakes, and his eyes fill with tears again, completely breaks your heart.

“What’s wrong, Gumi?”

Megumi is really, really trying to keep himself together—ever the little adult that he is. Though his sniffles are quiet, they’re still there. They’re still present, and he’s unable to hide them. He’s crying. He’s crying, and came to you for comfort.

You shift on the bed, once again attempting to leave Satoru’s hold, and fail just as you have done before. A conflicted sigh leaves you. There’s little you can do to soothe him if you can’t get up. . .but he’s crying. The stoic, brave little kid that’s been residing within your apartment for many months now is crying.

Another tear falls down his cheek, and you make it your mission to catch it. “It’s okay,” you whisper softly, wiping the droplet away. The rustle of the covers beneath your hands is the loudest sound so far, as you push them aside to make place for him. “It’s okay, baby, come here.”

The solution to your problem isn’t one that’s welcomed eagerly. Megumi hesitates to snuggle under the covers with you—no, not with you, but with your menace of a boyfriend. He sniffs again, but doesn’t move.

“Gumi?” You mumble. A part of you fears it’s too much, too soon. It’s been seven months, and he’s difficult to open-up. Perhaps cuddling into you is a step too far. However, then you see it; the way his eyes dart between you and Satoru. It answers a lot of your questions. “He’s fast asleep. You don’t need to worry.”

It seems he’s still a little unsure. Megumi swallows a lump in his throat, and frowns. “Are you. . .sure?”

“Mhm, he’s out like a light.”

That’s enough for him. Megumi crawls into the bed, and (albeit carefully) settles himself within your arms. He’s so very small—is what you think when he curls up against your chest. Such an adorable little kid, who definitely didn’t deserve the hardships he’s had to endure so far.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” You ask, voice muffled as you rest one of your cheeks on top of his head. “We don’t have to, but I’m here if you’d like to.”

Megumi’s breathing evens out. The shaky breaths and hasty intakes of air settle down, and you feel a sense of relief.

“I had a bad dream,” he confesses. It’s clear he feels a little stupid, reaching for you when he had something as fickle as a bad dream. “It’s—It’s not that important, but. . .”

“Why wouldn’t it be, hm?” You interrupt him, and gently brush a hand through his messy hair. It’s something he appreciates, as his eyes slowly flutter shut while he enjoys the feeling. “If it upsets you, it’s always important, Megumi.”

There’s another sniff. He’s crying again, though it might be for a different reason this time. Your arms hold him gently, and you sigh sadly when his small hands bunch-up the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. You don’t push him any further. If he wishes to talk about what bothers him, then you’ll be here to receive him. Until then, you’ll wait.

“. . .You won’t leave us, right?”

Though, you hadn’t expected his worries to break your heart. They’re vocalised by a voice so small, so pitifully tiny that it nearly makes you doubt that it was Megumi who said them—Megumi, who’s usually all snark and bite towards your ever loving boyfriend. The mere fact has you squeeze him a little tighter.

“Of course, I won’t,” you assure him.

There are things you want to ask him. Such as, what brought this on? How come you feel this way, now? Is there anything I can do for you? But you don’t. It’s not what he needs right now.

“And—And what if you and him break up,” he mumbles. You realise he must be truly upset, and genuinely worried if he refers to Satoru as ‘him’ rather than some insulting word. “What will happen to me and Tsumiki, then?”

You smile, and kiss the top of his head. “We won’t break up, so, there’s no need to worry about that, baby.”

“But—But what if you do?”

There’s a sincere concern in his eyes. You grab his face and hold it in the palm of your hands. “Well,” you say, putting a hint of a tease in your voice. “I suppose, I’ll just have to take you two with me.”

Megumi’s bottom lip starts to tremble again. He forces it to still, just as he forces the tears in his eyes away by blinking. “Do you promise?” He looks at Satoru, and frowns a little despite his sadness. “You—You can’t leave me here with him, okay?”

It can’t be helped. You laugh, and it’s a little louder than you initially meant for it to be. There’s a hand placed in front of your mouth rather quickly, not your own, no, but Megumi’s. He looks at you with wide eyes, almost in disbelief that you managed to find the humour in this situation. You smile against his hand, and he only (hesitantly) removes it when you open your mouth to speak.

“I promise,” you say. “I won’t leave you or Tsumiki—ever. Not even with Satoru.”

That does the trick, it seems, as the boy settles back into your arms after giving you a swift nod and small mutter of acknowledgement. He hides his face into the crook of your neck, and sighs deeply. It’s filled with a lot of things; relief, sadness, but above all fatigue. It seems that, now that he’s calming down, his lack of sleep is catching up to him.

“Gumi,” you whisper, and start carding your fingers through his hair again. The slow movement soothes him, as his eyes slowly start to close. “Would you like to sleep with us tonight?”

You feel him tense up in your hold. It was to be expected, you think. Despite that, you deem it important for him to make that decision himself. You could easily let him doze off, but you know he will berate himself for it the next morning.

Megumi doesn’t move. “. . .He’ll be annoying about it.”

It’s not difficult to realise that the ‘he’ he speaks of is your darling boyfriend, who, admittedly, would be annoying about it if he were to wake up with Megumi suddenly asleep in your bed. It’s been seven months, and the kid seems to have Satoru’s personality down-pat. The teasing would be relentless.

“No, he won’t,” you assure him. Though your boyfriend can be considered childish, he’s also compassionate—and you don’t doubt for a second that he’ll cut down on the teasing when you speak to him about Megumi’s troubles.

The kid moves in your arms. Megumi shuffles around a little to look you in the eye, and doesn’t bat an eye when you gently brush a few hairs out of his face.

“How are you so sure?” He mumbles, the usual grumpiness when speaking of your boyfriend slowly but surely returns. It makes you smile; it’s a sign he’s slowly doing better again.

“Because,” you say, and gently poke his cheeks. His eyes crinkle, and his nose scrunches up a little, but he lets you do as you please regardless. “I’ll talk to him. He won’t say a word, okay?”

There is little in the world that Megumi trusts less than Satoru’s ability to keep his mouth shut, but—if he were to appoint something that he trusts most, then it would surely be your ability to control your manchild of a boyfriend.

Megumi looks at you. In silence, of course. It’s one of the few things he has never minded. He blinks up at you. Once, twice, and then he goes to rest on your chest again.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I trust you.”

The three small words uttered by the six-year-old in your arms are enough to squeeze your heart. They meant the world to you, as they did to him. Your hold on him tightens momentarily, filled with too much affection to bear.

That went well, you dare to think. Could’ve gone a lot worse. In his hazy state, Megumi curls into you further—and rests one of his arms over your waist, just underneath Satoru’s arm. You fight a smile. Yeah, that could’ve gone a lot worse.

EXTRA!

It takes Megumi a little longer to get out of bed the next morning. Not because he’s so much more comfortable in your enormous (and ridiculously soft) king-sized bed—though, that does add to it—but simply because he’s a little nervous.

Both you and Satoru have already gotten up, which means the white-haired man must have seen him sleeping next to the two of you. But, it also means that you have seen your boyfriend by now, which means you have spoken to him about. . .

He wants to get up. He should get up. You told him you’d speak to Satoru, and Megumi trusts you have done so.

And it appears that his faith in you wasn’t unfounded, as the only thing that greets him when he walks into the kitchen is an overtly aggressive and way too enthusiastic rub over his head. Megumi swats Satoru’s hand away immediately, the regular scowl settling on his lips as the man rattles on-and-on about the breakfast you two had prepared for them.

Though, as irritated as he might be when finally sitting down at the table with the three of you—that stupid rub over the top of his head doesn’t feel nearly as bad now.

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 ✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

♥︎ synopsis: you figure the cure for a broken heart is being fucked against the wall of a seedy bar by a stranger. ♥︎ contents: MDNI. stranger! geto suguru, heartbroken fem!reader, porn without a plot, substance use (alcohol, weed), disturbing / gross depictions regarding setting ( the bar is a nasty n gritty place ), fingering, p -> v, wall sex, semi-public sex, praise, no aftercare, implied one night stand. acts n dialogue in this work are purely fiction n readers are advised not to reenact or seek out dangerous behavior ! ♥︎ wc: 2.2K ♥︎ authors note: hai ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა it's me again . . . tagging: specifically @thomae, thank u for putting up with my rambles n beta reading for me always , n @luv-gin , may ur life be full of sugu n good sex ! along wit my loves @maeby-cursed @starrfacee !

bad breakups are no fucking joke.

they’re complex and painful and fill your head with a plethora of what ifs. questions remain unanswered, grief triples overnight, and frustration is immediately washed down with douses of wine and distilled spirits. 

heartbreak picked you up from the sorry ground and led you to the most grimy hole in the wall bar in the city. you cringed upon entering, your black latex skirt suddenly feels like it’s not covering enough. the bar is small, tables cramped up with people from all sorts of backgrounds enjoying food from the kitchen that comes from god knows where. the place smells stale like urine, the intrusive scent of weed fills the air and attaches itself to anyone who walks into this hell. sticky bricked walls greet you immediately, and you consider turning your heel on the dirtied tile and returning home simply because this place definitely had a negative letter rating. 

the place was wretched, but perhaps that was just part of its atmosphere.

take a deep breath, it’ll be fine. 

you take a seat at an empty booth, cringing when your bare skin graces soiled cushion.

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re almost entirely gone. you’re seated at the booth an hour later, head down on the table as dirtied glasses remain scattered on the molding cloth. the last thirty minutes was filled with filling yourself with anything you could get your hands on, and at some point you contemplated moving seats to get closer to the bar itself. you stare at your heels, head feeling heavier than ever. your body moves slower than your mind does, blurring the lines between what seems to be a dream and reality. your head feels muddled, and it’s difficult to even form a cohesive thought. but, you did it. you drank away the emotions, flushing the words down your throat with rude aftertastes and cheap soda. so why are you still unsatisfied?

your skin feels dirty and your hair smells simply from existing in this besmeared environment.

you don’t even register that someone has taken a seat in front of you until you hear a low chuckle and the squeak of metal against tile. 

“you okay?” he asks, voice like a low cat’s purr. so alluring. 

you mumble something incoherent in response.

the stranger hums, “what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here? i don’t think i’ve seen you around here before.”

“i have a boyfriend.” you retort coldly. it works on men… sometimes.

you’re mentally preparing to take in the repulsive sight of a middle aged man with a beer belly and uncut beard, ready to shoo him away with the last of pepper spray tucked into your pocket. 

you pull your head up from where it hangs, forcing yourself to look at the person in front of you to give them a piece of your mind.

the last thing you expect is to be immediately met with raven hair that falls from broad shoulders. heavy fingers adorn thick silver rings, and he’s lacking a shirt. you catch the outline of his chest, highlights against a chiseled chest and his heavy leather jacket shines in the warm light of the bar, and he smells of deep masculine notes, an impressive musk scent greets your nostrils. 

he’s hot. 

“you don’t. girls with boyfriends don’t come around here. did ya get dumped recently?” he chuckles.

you decide he’s worth talking to. besides, it’s late at night, almost closing time for a place like this. 

it can’t hurt. 

“i don’t live here.” you groan, voice dull as the stranger tilts his head. 

“i know, ‘cause nobody’s walking around in latex skirts and branded heels here, princess.” 

“okay, dipshit. isn’t that a versace leather jacket?” you chortle.

“it is. wanna take it off?”

you can’t deny the heat that travels to your lower half.

you wonder if it’s your body or the alcohol talking with the way you immediately say yes.

in less than a minute, he’s got you pushed up against the brick wall in the back of the bar. it’s dark, and many people could give less than a fuck that he’s tempted to take you right here in this greasy setting. 

any sense of security from the man in front of you has dissolved, only leaving behind a being just as needy as you were. you pull him down to your level, immediately crashing your lips onto his own. the raven haired man reciprocates faster than he can think, opting for sucking on the soft of your bottom lip. 

your fingernails drag against the expensive gloss of his leather jacket as he backs you against the wall. if it wasn’t for the fact his tongue was in your mouth, the man would’ve definitely told you off. your groan against the lips of a stranger, body becoming overly responsive by substance. lust crackles through your body like a sharp shot of alcohol, rippling throughout your bloodstream until all you feel is bliss. 

you snicker against his mouth, soft hands sneaking past the leather jacket to his bare skin. your hands are so soft, trailing from the rivets of his abdomen to the loops of his belt buckle. you hook your finger around the loops, pulling his hips against yours— pleasure runs past the fabric of his black jeans straight to his dick. geto curses under his breath.

before he can taste the warmth of your mouth again, you pull back with a huff.

“wait, wait— i'm not putting some rando’s dick in me.” you gaze up at him, hands still resting on the lapels of his jacket.

“oh really? ‘cause it looked like you were about to.”

he chuckles.

“the name’s suguru, sweetheart. now, i’m not a ‘rando’ to you.”

“suguru…” you repeat, and the way you say his name makes his dick swell. 

“what did you really come here for?” geto asks, sharp eyes studying your every move. 

“to get my mind off of things,” you laugh quietly, and the melody is immediately cut when he presses his mouth to yours in a desperate attempt to regain the intimacy.

the answer is simple enough for him, and geto kisses you like he’s known you for years. you whine into his mouth, your back hitting the wall as his heavy hands search your waist before cupping the round of your ass. he massages the flesh, groaning when your heels clink against one another in an attempt to be as close to him as humanly possible.

you moan against him when his teeth gently bite at your bottom lip, pulling it just to get a rise out of you. and the worst part— it works. geto grunts, his hand making its way up your thigh, past your skirt before gracing the soaked fabric of your panties. 

the man chuckles, “oh, that’s cute.”

“wait— sugu…” you pant. “hah— …need you, now, please—”

“need ta prep you first, hon.” he chuckles, “‘m might break you if i’m not careful.”

you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. you look down, watching his right arm disappear under your sleek skirt. he presses two fingers flat against your dripping underwear, snickering under his breath. a gentle rub to your clit before he gathers the sticking fabric and moves it to the side. your breath hitches, whining into hard, thick leather as he gently slips a finger into your sopping cunt. 

a stranger is prodding at the most intrusive place of your body and anyone could spot the two of you. you whine.

geto shushes you before chuckling.

“such a needy girl,” he purrs. “ex-boyfriend didn’t give you anythin’ you needed, did he?”

you shake your head, mewling against his bare chest— just as he expected.

his wrist flicks against your inner thighs, fingers deep in your warm pussy. geto gets a kick out of the way your insides swallow him up and soak his knuckles in your wetness. he gives a low hum of approval, your little whines and mewls a notion of approval.

“sugu…” you groan, nose buried in the black strands that fall from his shoulder. 

“there, there.” the raven haired man coos, thumb gently circling your aching clit. he spreads his fingers, fire pulsing through his veins when your cunt expands willfully. your body is so obedient to his every move, accommodating every stretch he makes. 

geto pulls his fingers from your sex, and you sigh quietly. a string of wetness follows his exit, and he immediately stuffs his dirtied fingers past your lips and into your mouth. you nearly choke, senses overwhelmed by his presence. he stares at you lovingly, and you breathe through your nose while his fingertips tease the entrance of your throat. 

it’s dirty and nasty.

it’s perfect. 

geto looks up at the clock hanging by the broken bathroom door.

five minutes till closing. he’s confident he can make you cum in three.

“mind if i give you a little proper lovin’?” the man asks. not another second passes, and you’re turning, chest pressed against the brick wall. your skimpy top catches against the scummy texture and you cringe. 

geto gives a quiet tut, pulling your skirt up to reveal the curve of your ass and the thick of your thighs. he’s almost tempted to whistle at the sight of your hips, but he doesn’t. surely that would attract attention from other people present in the bar, and he definitely doesn’t want that… he doesn’t want to share the sight to undeserving eyes. 

the click of a belt buckle and the weight of an angry red tip slapping against your ass. 

and god does he wanna take his time with a gem like you. geto’s been wandering around this part of time for awhile now, looking for anything to dull his senses and take him to a place that isn’t his reality. instead of numbing his body, he’ll reach the heavens the second he slips himself in.

and he does.

“oh my, god—” he grunts, nearly losing himself and crashing his entire weight onto you from the sheer ecstasy your spongy pussy brings him. 

you whine, hands gripping to the nothingness of the wall as he slides himself deep into your guts. his tip kisses your cervix, a hard vein dragging itself against your plush insides. it takes everything in you to keep your legs up in place. it’s impossible for you to see his face or the movement of his body, entirely unsure when he’ll rock his hips against you again until—

“fuck—!!” you cry. your scream is immediately cut off when geto places a heavy hand over your mouth, as if to silence you and keep your pretty face from landing on walls laced with mildew.

“shush,” he says sternly. 

obeying his word is almost impossible when the next thrust has your eyes rolling back and back arching against his front half. his thrusts are sharp and your pussy helplessly pulses around the pushing force that tries to crack your resolve. 

“hah—” geto’s voice shakes. “can’t— believe your boyfriend was willin’ to give up this fuckin’ pussy.”

“ah—... h-he… never fucked me—” you mewl.

the comment makes him chuckle.

“you poor girl.”

his pelvis grinds against your ass, sinking his length into you deeply. you whine into the hand clasped over your mouth. geto’s thrusts become sloppy, his length covered in milky white as he makes a pathetic attempt to continue rutting against your puffy folds. you shut your eyes, hiccups coming from your glossed lips. 

“ya feel that? feel me in you?” geto taunts. 

the sound of skin to skin is almost loud enough to make people turn heads, but thankfully they don’t.

three minutes until closing.

geto pistons himself into you faster, eager to beat the clock with every second filled with himself deep in a woman he’s not even familiar with. your stomach feels full, and the coil in your tummy unravels with every taunting thrust.

“oh— fuck, baby,” the man behind you groans, “‘m gonna cum…”

“please—!! inside, please, please…” you babble, and he does exactly that.

you let out a strangled cry, legs trembling as your orgasm comes coursing through your body. you whine, cervix greeted by a flush of a liquid warmth that kisses your insides before slipping past your swollen pussy and down the inside of your thigh. it leaves a thick trail of white on your skin, before dripping onto the dingy tile. geto pulls out with a huff, head hanging low against your shoulder as he comes down from his high. 

after a moment, he speaks.

“you’re so perfect.” geto breathes into what’s left of your scanty, soiled top. “can’t believe ya got dumped like that, sweetheart.”

you exhale, gazing up at the broken clock, cringing when a cockroach crawls out of the minute hand with wiggling legs. 

the intimacy fades and you remember it’s late, the place smells like piss, and you feel more dirty than ever.

“it happens.” you reply, reaching down to fix your underwear. your breath hitches when you take a step, thick ropes of cum threatening to spill past your glimmering cotton panties. 

“ya need a drive home?” geto asks, zipping his pants back up as the owner of the bar shoos the two of you out of the seedy place with a cigarette between chapped lips.

“i could drive you to my place.”

you look up at the dark haired man.

“what’d you have in mind?”

“possibly a second round.”

© YUNYMPHS 2024 modifications, reposts, and translations of any kind are strictly prohibited.

#ˋˏ mimi reblogs 😳 ˎˊ #💋━recs #cw: nsfw!! #ˋˏ mimi’s princess : yuyu 🐇💞ˎˊ #sighhh #the fact that the reader was mostly disgusted the whole time #thank you for that yuyu #really captured me #but damn #maybe i am fine with being taken in the back room of a shitty dirty pub #as long as it’s sugu doing it tho #he’s so hot #i hate him #and why are you so poetic with your writing?? #i love you sm #also him being sure id c*m in 3 mins is insane— #also would be taking him up on that round 2 or whtv 🙄🙄

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INTRODUCING THE VAMPY COUPLE. . . GURUMI (suguru x me)

ೃ ⁀ ➷ now playing . . . 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐝

⟿ “ honey, i belong, with you and only you “

“ only you, darling, only you ”

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✧.*⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ˚ " love at first eye roll "

➺ judgy bf x even more judgy gf . . . black coffee bf x latte gf . . . soft spoken bf x easily pissed gf . . . "yk i'm right" gf x "whatever you say, honey" bf . . . orders a lot x finishes the food . . . rivals to friends to lovers . . . don't announce their relationship, people just figure it out (private but not secret).

✧.*⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ˚ playlist

✧ get you by daniel ceasar ft kali uchis ✧ art deco by lana del rey ✧ kingston by faye webster ✧ i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys ✧ aphrodite by rini ✧ deep by summer walker ✧ let 'em know by bryson tiller ✧ novacane by frank ocean ✧ agora hills by doja cat ✧ get up by newjeans ✧ body language by big sean ft. jhene aiko, ty dolla $ign

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very much feeling heart eyes for @maeby-cursed

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Palestine Masterlist 

Introduction to Palestine: 

Decolonize Palestine:

Palestine 101

Rainbow washing 

Frequently asked questions 

Myths 

IMEU (Institute for Middle East Understanding):

Quick Facts - The Palestinian Nakba 

The Nakba and Palestinian Refugees 

The Gaza Strip

The Palestinian catastrophe (Al-Nakba)

Al-Nakba (documentary)

The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, 1917-2017 (book)

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine (book)

Nakba Day: What happened in Palestine in 1948? (Article)

The Nakba did not start or end in 1948 (Article)

Donations and charities: 

Al-Shabaka

Electronic Intifada 

Adalah Justice Project 

IMEU Fundraiser 

Medical Aid for Palestinians 

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund 

Addameer

Muslim Aid

Palestine Red Crescent

Gaza Mutual Aid Patreon

Books:

A New Critical Approach to the History of Palestine

The Idea of Israel: A History of Power and Knowledge

Hidden Histories: Palestine and the Eastern Mediterranean

The Balfour Declaration: Empire, the Mandate and Resistance in Palestine

Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique

From Haven to Conquest: Readings in Zionism and the Palestine Problem until 1948

Captive Revolution - Palestinian Women’s Anti-Colonial Struggle within the Israeli Prison System

Palestine: A Four Thousand Year History

Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics

Before Their Diaspora: A Photographic History of The Palestinians 1876-1948

The Battle for Justice in Palestine Paperback

Uncivil Rites: Palestine and the Limits of Academic Freedom

Palestine Rising: How I survived the 1948 Deir Yasin Massacre

The Transformation of Palestine: Essays on the Origin and Development of the Arab-Israeli Conflict

A Land Without a People: Israel, Transfer, and the Palestinians 1949-1996

The Iron Cage: The Story of the Palestinian Struggle for Statehood

A History of Modern Palestine: One Land, Two Peoples

Where Now for Palestine?: The Demise of the Two-State Solution

Terrorist Assemblages - Homonationalism in Queer Times

Militarization and Violence against Women in Conflict Zones in the Middle East

The one-state solution: A breakthrough for peace in the Israeli-Palestinian deadlock

The Persistence of the Palestinian Question: Essays on Zionism and the Palestinians

Fateful Triangle: The United States, Israel and the Palestinians

The False Prophets of Peace: Liberal Zionism and the Struggle for Palestine

Ten myths about Israel

Blaming the Victims: Spurious Scholarship and the Palestinian Question

Image and Reality of the Israel-Palestine Conflict, New and Revised Edition

Israel and its Palestinian Citizens - Ethnic Privileges in the Jewish State

Palestinians in Israel: Segregation, Discrimination and Democracy

Greater than the Sum of Our Parts: Feminism, Inter/Nationalism, and Palestine

Palestine: A Four Thousand Year History

Palestinian Culture:

Mountain against the Sea: Essays on Palestinian Society and Culture

Palestinian Costume

Traditional Palestinian Costume: Origins and Evolution

Tatreez & Tea: Embroidery and Storytelling in the Palestinian Diaspora

Embroidering Identities: A Century of Palestinian Clothing (Oriental Institute Museum Publications)

The Palestinian Table (Authentic Palestinian Recipes)

Falastin: A Cookbook

Palestine on a Plate: Memories from My Mother’s Kitchen

Palestinian Social Customs and Traditions

Palestinian Culture before the Nakba

Tatreez & Tea (Website)

The Traditional Clothing of Palestine

The Palestinian thobe: A creative expression of national identity

Embroidering Identities:A Century of Palestinian Clothing

Palestine Traditional Costumes

Palestine Family 

Palestinian Costume

Encyclopedia of World Dress and Fashion, v5: Volume 5: Central and Southwest Asia

Tent Work in Palestine: A Record of Discovery and Adventure

Documentaries, Films, and Video Essays:

Jenin, Jenin

Born in Gaza

GAZA 

Wedding in Galilee 

Omar

5 Broken Cameras

OBAIDA

Indigeneity, Indigenous Liberation, and Settler Colonialism (not entirely about Palestine, but an important watch for indigenous struggles worldwide - including Palestine)

Edward Said - Reflections on Exile and Other Essays

Palestine Remix: 

AL NAKBA

Gaza Lives On

Gaza we are coming

Lost cities of Palestine 

Stories from the Intifada 

Last Shepherds of the Valley

Voices from Gaza

Muhammad Smiry

Najla Shawa

Nour Naim

Wael Al dahdouh

Motaz Azaiza

Ghassan Abu Sitta

Refaat Alareer

Plestia Alaqad

Bisan Owda

Ebrahem Ateef

Mohammed Zaanoun

Doaa Mohammad

Hind Khoudary

Palestinian Voices, Organizations, and News 

Boycott Divest and Sanction (BDS)

Defense for Children in Palestine

Palestine Legal 

Palestine Action

Palestine Action US

United Nations relief and works for Palestinian refugees in the Middle East (UNRWA)

National Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP)

Times of Gaza

Middle East Eye

Middle East Monitor

Mohammed El-Kurd

Muna El-Kurd 

Electronic Intifada 

Dr. Yara Hawari (suspended on X 10/25/2023)

Mariam Barghouti

Omar Ghraieb

Steven Salaita

Noura Erakat

The Palestinian Museum N.G.

Palestine Museum US

Artists for Palestine UK 

Eye on Palestine (suspended on Instagram 10/25/2023)

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[14:35 PM] the four of you are scattered randomly around the room. shoko was seated at the desk, you on the couch, suguru on the bed and satoru on the floor in the middle of it all. each of you occupied with one thing or another when all of a sudden a shrill scream escapes satoru and he hops up to stand.

“AHHHHH” he screams and starts jumping around the room alerting everyone and in an instant you smack your laptop shut and drop it to the floor as you abruptly stand.

sugurus book is thrown across the room as he runs to the door in panic and shoko throws her phone randomly on the table and hides underneath it.

“what the fuck is it?” suguru asks when you run to him and look at satoru in horror as he dodges and runs. shoko pulls the chair in front of her, using the chair as a guard similar to you with suguru.

“do you not see it?” satoru asks worriedly and tries to join shoko who pushes him away muttering “piss off, this is my space.”

when satoru observes you and suguru pushing at each other and shoko still blocking off her spot he bursts out laughing, arms circling his tummy as he bends, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks and your bickering with suguru halts.

“what the fuck?” you ask, glaring at satoru “you’re such a dick.” you roll your eyes at him and march to the sofa once more, picking up your laptop “i could’ve broken this, you shit.”

“fucking asshole.” suguru says as he retrieves his book, page lost in the panic.

“this is why no one likes or respects you, you cunt.” a snigger erupts from suguru and yourself and satoru cannot even get himself to feel offended.

“please, you should’ve seen yourselves,” he lets out through bouts of laughter “so much for being strong sorcerers.”

the three of you flip satoru off and steal his credit card and proceed to lock him in the room and buy desserts for yourself, not giving him any for the stupid prank that would’ve been funny had you not been the ones to look like fools.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri x reader #sashisu #sashisu x reader #jjk headcanons

[luv-gin]

okay i’m convinced gojo would act like the adopted child of geto and y/n, just like the tiktok trend — “mama y papa”

the door opens and the stillness of the room transforms to accommodate the boisterous personality of the gojo satoru. your eyes move from scanning the tv mindlessly to wracking over gojo to ensure he was physically fine, a habit you developed from a certain incident; geto halts his reading to groan at the blob that threw itself on your bed.

“satoru, what are you doing here?” geto asks, irritation peeking through his tone as the man over 6’ wiggled his way in between you two—he couldn’t deny the relief that gojo made it back well in one piece however.

“i just came from a mission, i need my cuddles.” gojo pouts, your fingers already make their way to his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp.

“go cuddle your stuffed toys.” geto retorts as he goes back to reading.

a gasp escapes your lips as you pull gojo closer to your body, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he slings his arm around your waist "be nice, you heard he just came from a mission."

geto rolls his eyes at your sudden solidarity as you cuddled into and cooed at the large manchild, a little smile painted his lips at your interaction however as warmth filled his chest. sometime later he threw a package of sweets at gojo whilst the two of you focused on the tv once again, held in each others embrace and whispering about the series you started together as to avoid disrupting getos reading.

#ˋˏ mimi talks 😗 ˎˊ #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #lowkey #satosugu x reader #i've ready too many poly fics and can't help it oops #jjk

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in which megumi isn’t the first to have gone through embarrassing friends… sashisu x reader.

you lose the trio sometime in between navigating through different shops. you’re not worried though, they’ll find you at some point when gojo needs to pout at you, trying to convince you to ditch the other two because they’re “bullying” him.

in your distraction of finding the next store that piqued your interest, you bump into a figure and you find the items held in your clutch fall upon the impact.

“i’m so sorry.” the guy you bumped into apologises and you notice that he also dropped the things he bought as well.

“oh my gosh me too, i was too distracted by the make up store to notice walking into you.” you both crouch down and begin picking up your purchases.

“that’s totally understandable. i saw that jacket in the windows and developed a one-track mind.” he chuckles and you mirror him.

“glad to see i’m not the only one who gets lost in their own world when shopping” you chuckle and he nods in agreement, standing up along with you.

“you must be doing something wrong if you don’t.”

“you’re so right.” your eyes shut in a smile and the mans cheeks heat up.

he opens his mouth to say something but before he could utter anything you hear the sound of a familiar whiny voice travel to your ears “baby, where’d you go?” 

you’re joined by gojo satoru in the blink of an eye, his hands wrap around your shoulders as he asks “who’s this guy?” and looks the man in front of you up and down “are you cheating on me? i thought you said we had something special!” he cries out and you’re left speechless, eyes travelling to the area around you in shock. your eyes zero in on an approaching geto and you feel yourself relax, he can take gojo off your back and stop him from embarrassing you-

“darling, what are you doing here?” he asks, mischief glinting in the back of his eyes but a frown tugs at his lips “we’re meant to be going on a date.” he grabs your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

by now you’re sure that your mouth is hung open and certain that you’ve attracted a crowd to spectate the drama of the situation. you only pray that shoko saves you from the two idiots, god knows that geto isn’t any better than his counterpart despite popular belief.

“babe, why are you surrounded by these three strange men?” 

you have lost all faith in humanity as shoko tugs your arm releasing your geto and gojo’s hold “i told you to stick by me, you know i hate it when random perverts hit on you.” now by her side, her hand rests on your hips and she leans her head on your shoulder.

“she’s not interested, you homewreckers, get away from her.” she spits and the stranger from before sweatdrops.

“umm here’s the lipgloss you dropped.” he hands you the beauty product and your friends dramatics halt as the 3 stare at each in what would induce you to laugh had the embarrassment of the situation not been at your expense.

“thank you so much.” you bow deeply in gratitude and shame. you only stand up when he leaves with a wave.

“no worries.” his escape into the shop you came out of is quick, leaving you to turn to your friends with a few deep exhales.

“now what the fuck was that?” you ask, hands on your hips as you move your bags to hang around your wrists.

“we thought that guy was hitting on you.” gojo mumbles, fingers scratching at the back of his head as he gave you a weak smile, shifting slight so that he stood behind shoko and geto.

“he thought that,” geto confesses with a shrug and shoko chimes in “he told us you were getting taken away and that we should act quickly.” the two split exposing gojo as he scowls.

“way to rat me out, bastards.” gojo huffs with a pout.

“and so you think a guy asking me out beckons you to act like i’m a whore who cheats on three partners?” the trio shrug at you and your eyes roll so hard that you feel as though they might get stuck somewhere in the back.

“well that man did no such thing, he was being nice because i bumped into him.” you huff.

“umm excuse me, he was blushing just talking to you, had we gotten here any later you would’ve ditched us for him.” gojo interjects, pout stuck on his lips.

“if only you had, maybe then i’d be free from all your stupidity.” a snigger sounds from shoko and geto who assumed they were from your scolding after betraying gojo.

“you two are included, idiots.” you cross your arms in front of your chest as they all stand in line “never do that again, that was single handedly the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever been through.” 

“but what about the time you accidentally fell on saturo and suguru in the subway-” your glare stops shoko and she pulls out a cigarette as she smiles innocently at you.

“to make up for this,” you announce to the three, ignoring the blush that tinted the boys’ cheeks “satoru hand me your credit card and suguru hold these.” you deposit your bags in getos hands before extending your palm towards gojo.

“but what about shoko-” gojo and geto ask but you snatch the card and walk with your arm in shoko’s, now heading towards the store you were eyeing earlier.

the quote “i support womens wrongs and rights” rings in their minds as they follow after you.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri x reader #sashisu x reader #sashisu

[luv-gin]

babygirls (but they’re also big beefy men who can easily pick you up and manhandle you the way they want 🤭🤭)

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[luv-gin]

you’re stopped from completing your task by a young boy with dark hair and wide glassy eyes desperately seeking your attention as he taps on your arm repeatedly.

“miss,” he calls, panic evident in the tone of his voice as he addresses you “can you please help me and my sister?”

you crouch before the boy as you place a soft smile on your face to ease his worry “sure thing kiddo, what’s the problem?”

“there’s this weird guy in glasses who keeps trying to take me and my sister away for ice cream,” his lip wobbles slightly as he continues “my parents told me to not go away with strange adults, please help us.”

now worry quickly fills you and your head turns to see if you can locate a manager near by but you remain calm as you take his hand in yours “can you show me where your sister is? i’ll make sure to keep you safe and find your parents, okay?”

the boy tears up and nods only to point at the guy with white hair adorning glasses and laughing along with a younger girl as they hop around on a trampoline, you turn to the kid clutching your hand and ask him “you’re sure you don’t know this guy?” he cries in response and you panic slightly, patting his shoulders before clearing your throat.

“excuse me sir, i’m going to have to ask you leave.”

the guy turns out to be similar in age to yourself and your expression morphs into one of disgust as you think about how vile he must be trying to leave with some children.

"huh?" he voices his confusion as he stops jumping and peers down at you with the little boy clutching onto your hand "what's wrong megumi?"

the boy whimpers as he stands behind you and you instinctively extend your arms to cover him as you glare at the white haired man who's approaching you "sir, i am asking you to leave before i'm forced to call the cops." you grit your teeth and gojo's expression falls and the young girl he was accompanying joins your little group.

"megumi!" she gasps and places her hands on her hips "you can't keep doing this." she scolds with a finger wagging at the boy who's stepped out from behind you, tears long gone and donning a deadpan expression.

"i was close, tsumiki." he pouts and the girl in turn grabs his cheeks in a pinch and you look at the two kids in confusion before feeling a tap on your shoulder and you look up to see the not harasser-harasser smiling down at you.

"hi, sorry about the scare, i'm their guardian and the kiddo loves playing pranks like that." he apologises with a carefree expression and your face slacks.

"you're their guardian?? aren't you my age??" you ask and he laughs merrily as he waves his hand.

"don't worry your pretty little head about it, it's a long story." just as your neck begins to heat up you're poked once more by the kids and watch as tsumiki forces her younger brother to apologise for bothering you and spreading false information about his legal guardian who is putting a lot of effort and time into raising them- you doubt those words were truly coming from either of the kids.

"it's fine," you sigh and crouch in front of megumi one more time "just maybe think of pranking him another way like putting dye in his shampoo or something like that instead of potentially needing to have someone bail him out of jail."

"oh, that's actually happened once before-" the "adult" adds in with a snicker and you shake your head.

"good luck." you tap the kids on their shoulders.

#gojo scenario #gojo oneshot #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #gojo satoru blurb

[luv-gin]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. sasuke uchiha.

cw. mentions a lot of food, drinks. reader is in a slightly under the weather mood at the beginning. couple shit.

masterlist.

r.  may I request something really soft and fluff with Sasuke? I'm feeling a little down in this period and just need to read something like this.

you know sometimes when you just don’t feel like waking up in the morning and your day just goes shit from then on? yeah, that’s what you’re feeling right now.

lol

your alarm blared at 6.30 in the morning and you just could not be bothered opening your eyes, sleep felt too good for you to actively call it quits. your neck was sore and your muscles were content being in the position they were currently in yet you had to get up. with a huff, you turned off your alarm and closed your eyes once more, relishing in the feeling of your tired eyes resting but dread ate away at your nerves shortly after as you inevitably had to stir awake. you begrudgingly began to prep for the day all whilst being in a sour, “i want to stay in bed” mood.

as the day went on, your irritability levels decreased ever so slightly when you bought your favourite drink, ate your comfort food and hung out with some of your friends. yet despite that, you still wanted to go home so bad and just watch something in bed as you ate something nice. so imagine your delight when leaving campus, you find your boyfriend waiting outside of his car, eyes occupied on his phone as he distracted himself waiting for you.

“sasuke?” your boyfriend looked up and checked his phone for the time “you’re out early?” waiting for an answer, he didn’t expect you to throw yourself at him for a hug. luckily for both you and him, sasuke has fast reflexes and so he managed to catch you and his phone but the stressed expression on his face was not easily concealed.

“take me home already.” sasuke shook his head as walked to the passengers seat side of the car with you clung to his body. he waited for you to unattach yourself from him but was met with you snuggling closer to his neck, the soft scent of his sweet cologne and the smell of fresh laundry soothing all your discontent.

“babe?” you didn’t move and so with a sigh he opened the door and set you on the seat, handing you some banana milk to shut you up in the process before you started whining. on the way home, he let you connect your music to his bluetooth and allowed you to play his favourite songs. sasuke tried to look annoyed by your loud singing but he couldn’t help but smile, his right hand placed comfortably on your thigh. 

it doesn’t take for sasuke to pull in front of your house and the two of you get. sasuke was fully expecting you to cling to him by the time you got to your door but you merely took out your keys, unlocked your door and headed straight to your room. confusion and worry stemmed in him but he let you be for the moment as he made some popcorn with your microwave and ordered some food. you joined him once you heard the ding donning your very comfortable pyjamas.

“up for a movie?” he asks, popping a popcorn in his mouth shortly after and you nod.

“can i pick?” you ask as you take a seat, fixing a pillow behind you and pull a blanket on your lap.

“as long as it’s not mulan, then yes.” you give him a look and he scoffs “you put it on like 7 times this month.”

“that’s because they don’t make movies like that anymore.” you say, rolling your eyes at him as he joins your side.

“yeah, yeah.” you sifted through the movies in front of you and silently opened your mouth and pointed it towards sasuke, eyes remaining focused on the big screen. sasuke looked at you for a moment before putting his mouth on yours, tongue playfully poking the inside of your mouth and you quickly pinch his sides “popcorn you idiot, not you!” he smiles an annoying smirk and tosses a popped corn in your mouth.

after what seemed like hours you finally picked a movie, coincidentally coinciding with the arrival of your food that sasuke ordered not too long ago. he set the food on the table and grabbed some cups whilst you checked what he ordered, immediately pulling a slice of pizza and stuffing it in your mouth.

“couldn’t wait for me?” you brushed him off with a shush “the movie’s starting!”

the viewing was silent, the only sound heard from the two of you were chewings and light mutters whenever a character did something obviously stupid. somewhere towards the end, when you two were finally full, you placed your head on sasukes should and wrapped your arms around his waist. sasuke said nothing as he smoothed a hand over your head, arm taking your legs to rest across his thigh. when the movie finally ended, the two of you snuggled together could be seen in the reflection, blanket covering.

#Sasuke Uchiha #sasuke fanfic #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha imagines #sasuke imagines #sasuke scenarios #sasuke uchiha oneshot #naruto x reader

[luv-gin]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. gray fullbuster.

cw. mentions of blood/injury. fluff.

masterlist.

r. hey!! idk if your requests are still open but could i get a fairy tail gray fullbuster x reader? where after a particularly long job, you come back to the guild really beat up and tired and all you want to do is see your friends again (and yk gray..) you can totally ignore this but i’m in need of gray fluff so :,) - anon. 

your chest heaves up and down as you catch your breath, choosing to rest on the floor than stand on your tired feet. this was your third mission this week, you chose to let them follow back to back as the locations were close to each other and so you decided to kill 3 birds with one stone.

as you watched the sky, you decided it was best to go back to your guild soon both due to being extremely exhausted and in need of medical treatment and because you simply missed the rowdy bunch. now, here you were, dragging yourself to reach the front doors of the guild with your arm placed on your torso where you suffered from a stab.

the doors opened to reveal most of the guild members present, including your faves. cheers filled the place upon your arrival and you sent them a smile.

“[name]!” you heard natsu yell, excitedly arriving by your side accompanied by a flying happy and an aloof gray who decided to keep his trousers on allowing his hands to reside in his pockets “you’re back!”

lol

“yep, didn’t miss me too much did you?” by now the rest of the guild returned to their previous focus, giving you the space you much needed and preventing themselves from bombarding you.

“yep, didn’t miss me too much did you?” by now the rest of the guild returned to their previous focus, giving you the space you much needed and preventing themselves from bombarding you.

“of course i did, without you this jackass was much more insufferable.”

“watch it, shitface!” came gray’s response as he leaned closer to natsu, the air surrounding him turning ice cold.

“i’ll watch it when you disappear, frosty!” now the atmosphere surrounding natsu turned hot, his actions mimicking gray.

“you wanna have a go, flame face?”

“knock it off you two!” erza, your saving grace, broke up the bickering duo with a punch to their heads and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“[name], how are you? you were gone for so long? would you like some cake?” you pat the girls shoulder to stop her “erza, i’m fine, i just need to get patched up.”

“you’re hurt?” asked gray once he recovered from the mild concussion.

“just a bit, nothing too serious.” you brush the worry on your friends faces off and gray sighs.

“come with me.” he grabs a hold of your forearm gently and leads you out of the guild and to your shared apartment.

“you didn’t let me say bye.”

“they won’t mind,” he shrugs and opens the door to your house, guiding you to your bed and pulling out a first aid kit “let me see your wound.”

you let out a sigh and take a seat, careful to not move wrongly and pull off your shirt so that you were only in your vest which you folded over your chest “i told you, it’s not serious.”

“yeah but i wouldn’t want it to get infected and become nasty.”

“you’re such a caring boyfriend.”

“shut up.”

“okay, i take that back.”

“no you don’t.”

“yes, i do.”

“please, take that back?”

“fine, but only because i’m feeling nice.”

“what an amazing person you are.”

once gray finished disinfecting the injury and wrapped it with a bandage, you fixed your vest and put your shirt back, your back fully lying on the bed now instead of sitting.

“how were the last 3 missions?” asked gray as he lied down beside you, eyes tracing over your features as you kept your eyes shut.

“pretty easy considering the amount i received.” you answer after a moment and turn slowly to get closer to him “did i miss anything important?”

“just me.”

“well, i’m lucky i have you here now.” he wraps his arm around your figure and softly pulls you closer and pecks your forehead.

“that you are.”

#gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster x reader #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #gray fullbuster oneshot

[luv-gin]

it was weird how despite being married, your husband never managed to not fluster you. it was the simple touches and brushes against your skin that would get you blushing.

“look here.” he’d cut you off your rambling to swipe at the corner of your lips for any food that remained or at your eyes if remnants of sleep were present before telling you to continue on. your thought process would of course have been long lost and you’d stare at him baffled.

you loved the moments when you’d cook together in the kitchen and he’d lean over your figure to grab something from the cabinets giving you a face full of his chest and a nose full of his cologne. he would then look into your eyes and inch his face closer to place a kiss on your cheek, shortly after continuing with his previous task.

you’d never not go crazy when he’d place his hands on your hips/waist as he’d navigate his way around a room. cup your cheek with his palm and you’d turn into putty for the man.

to put it simply, when it came to your man, you were the easiest person to exist.

loid (sxf), itachi, minato (naruto), geto (jjk), eren (aot), ichigo (bleach), gintoki (gt), akaashi (hq), chrollo (hxh).

#loid forger x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #minato namikaze x reader #geto suguru x reader #eren jaeger x reader #sakata gintoki x reader #akaashi keji x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader

[luv-gin]

How would Minato react to his fem!partner preparing a spa day for him after work as headcanons? Something like food ready to eat, a bath with some good soap/bubbles/candles, his favorite book or tv show playing, a massage afterward, and literally the cuddliest weighted blanket for bed?

[I did this last weekend for my own partner and dude straight up turned into a human puddle. It was not easy dragging his 6' puddle body around to the next room since I'm only 5' 😆]

cw. cute couples‼️

❥︎ working as the hokage was an extremely tiring job. i mean, taking care of the entire village was no simple ordeal and could cause a lot of (understandable) stress if not handled carefully and so you sympathised for your partner who’d come home late and exhausted. 

❥︎ minato was definitely surprised when you greeted him at the door with a kiss and a cheeky grin. you worked quickly on removing the outer layer of his clothing so that he only remained in his shirt and trousers.

❥︎ i see minato as the type to follow whatever his partner does first and then ask questions later so he’d comply with your actions, confused on what the rush is all about when he you finally arrive at the bathroom and he’s greeted with the sight of a bubble bath prepared and candle lit around the bathroom.

❥︎ you’d leave him in the washroom to enjoy his relaxing time without your interrupting and prepare so food for him after handing him to read his favourite book while he soaks his body in the warm water.

❥︎ minato is literally already so touched by this and all you really did was prepare him a bath and play some tunes in the back.

❥︎ after heating up the food, and taking out the things you prepared that were placed in the fridge to keep them cool, you’d knock on the door to ask him if he’s done and he’s reply with a “yeah” after draining the tub and cladding himself in a soft, fluffy towel.

❥︎ “follow me, my dear.” a soft chuckle escapes his lips as you take his hand in yours and lead him to your shared bedroom where you have prepared for him his clothes that consist of a new set of pyjamas. he’s definitely confused on why you’ve done all of this but is only quite used to going along with your randomness. you’d tell him to change before coming to the kitchen.

❥︎ once he’s there, he’s surprised by how much of his favourite is placed on the dining table and he starts to feel a bit of nervousness creep into him as he begins to believe that he might’ve forgotten your anniversary but he was so sure that it was in a couple of months.

❥︎ obviously you got a little worried with the silence and thought he disliked it but he was quick to notice your expression and so he pecked your cheek, pulling you in by the waist to thank you. a smile would settle on your face and you’d pat his chest and tell him to hurry now before the food gets cold.

❥︎ minato would make sure to not leave the table unless he’s finished most of the food as a way of thanks and would absolutely insist on helping you with the dishes (you’d obviously say no but man’s the hokage and he takes his dishes seriously so to avoid jail you let him wipe them dry and put them away).

❥︎ once the two of you were done, you brushed your teeth and then sat minato on the bed as you pulled out a tray carrying all of your skincare products.

❥︎ needless to say, minato practically clear skin except for the little stubble growing on his face due to his busy hours in the office.

❥︎ minato enjoyed doing skincare with you, he would often do it whenever he was free. it was great time to ask you how your day was and have meaningless conversations as you’d engage in some gossip. (being hokage also meant that he has a shit ton of information on everyone so you’d pry the details out of him whenever you felt bored)

❥︎ he especially enjoyed it whenever you had masks on your faces and you’d have to wait for them to take effect so you’d like back in bed, with your head resting against his left arm as he uses his right one as a pillow for himself. the comfortable silence you’d sit with soft music playing in the back never failed to make him feel so relaxed and content with his lover by his side.

❥︎ after washing off your faces and applying all the creams and toners, he’s ready to get into bed (which i don’t blame him, after a long time of stressing followed by relaxing activities i’d be out in a second) he’s surprised when you force him to sit in front of you with his back to you.

❥︎ by now, the question is definitely at the top of minatos tongue but it fades along with the knots on his back, neck and shoulders as you begin needed the tensed muscles that formed over the constant peering at papers and the signing of them. you worked your way down to his muscled arms and waist before repeating the massage once more. you could tell you were doing a good job by the way he’d sigh and groan and soon enough his eyes were fluttering open with much effort.

❥︎ an endearing smile would work it’s way on your face and you resist the urge to squeeze him but you softly tap him awake and he gives you a tired smile and a forehead kiss before offering you a massage despite his worn out state.

❥︎ obviously, you’d softly flick his forehead and pull his down with you before you plop on top of him with a content smile on your face.

❥︎ “was today my birthday?” he asks out of genuine curiosity, he wasn’t one to care about his own birthday so it wouldn’t be odd for him to forget all about it.

❥︎ you notice his eyes are closed and so you verbally answer him with a no and enjoy the little frown between his brows “i decided to give you a treat since you work so hard for us, mr hokage.”

❥︎ with that, he forces his eyes open and you can see the sincere gratefulness on his face as he pulls you closer to him and gives you a meaningful kiss.

❥︎ “thank you, my love.” he’d say and you feel yourself heat up slightly, it was nice to feel appreciated especially when he was a man that held so much power and so you made sure to pamper him the same way he still does despite carrying much pressure on his shoulders.

❥︎ “no need to thank me, honey.” you place a soft kiss on his nose and giggle as he scrunches it slightly.

❥︎ “goodnight, my dear.”

❥︎ “goodnight, sweetheart.” with that, minato sleeps soundly with his favourite blanket draped atop of him.

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