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✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

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nanami kento.

fushiguro toji.

kamo choso.

itadori yuji.

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first i love you? (inumaki fluff! him being hesitant to say i love you.)

yuta okkutsu.

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jump start. part 2. (racer au!! long fic.)

suguru's morning routine (poly!stsg x reader. glimpse into domestic stsg. geto didnt defect!)

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! part 1 is on my page! masterlist is a wip currently </3 were still in the introduction part of this so this is definitely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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What in the world have you gotten yourself into? That’s the only thought that runs through your mind as the two random men drag you to some remote area. You almost regret trusting them so easily, maybe that was their plan, to have Yuji be so sweet that they can lure you to your demise. You had just begun formulating your half assed plan to try and escape when it feels as though you’ve been struck by lightning. All your senses scream when the pin drop silence evolves into loud rumbles, the abandoned dark lot that you were standing in suddenly being lit up like a flash bang. Sukuna grins at the pathetic whine that escapes your lips as you drag your arms over your eyes to soothe them. You drop them again a few seconds later, letting your sense adjust as you notice the sudden influx of people. Through hazy vision, you can make out Yuji talking excitedly with some spiky haired boy while Sukuna crashes through people to meet with a blonde chick. You suddenly feel extremely self-conscious being left alone by the two people who you only somewhat knew. It’s when you finally start seeing clearly, that a girl walks up to you. She looks you up and down, not even bothered by the way you seem to be staring into her soul. She grins lazily when she notices the glint of attraction in your eyes.

“Shoko. Nice to meet ya. How did Sukuna convince a goody like you to come to a place like this, huh?”

You stutter through your words, completely lost. She rolls her eyes, eyeing your pockets as she steps closer, taking advantage of the way your breath hitches to slip her hand into your jacket pocket. She pulls out your ID, giggling at the stunned look on your face as she examines it.

“Hmm, pretty name…Oh shit, you don’t look nineteen, girl. Ah, med major. That explains it. They always look depressed beyond their years.”

You gather enough confidence to finally scan the place, your voice hesitant.

“What is this?”

Shoko’s eyes widen only a fraction as she tilts her head.

“They really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not that smart if you’re following random men without even asking a question, kid.”

You don’t respond to that, not ready to tell this beautiful woman about how your life is falling apart because your marks are bad. She takes a step back, arms open as if to show off the area as she grins.

“Welcome to Jumpstart, kid. The only street racing kick in the tristate area that’s worth attending.”

At her words, the environment seems to suddenly click as you take it in. The blinding lights seem less harsh now that you can see the beautiful cars they come from. You barely get a chance to admire the scene, Shoko grabbing your arm as she drags you with her.

“You got a lot to learn in a very little amount of time, so let me introduce you to the main event.”

Shoko is clearly a big deal around this area, people immediately getting out of her way as she shuffles through the crowd. You mutter small apologies to the few people you bump into before Shoko comes to stop in front of two men…In front of two gorgeous men.

The taller one grins as he leans forward a little to bend, his hair falling over his face so effortlessly that you almost want to run your fingers through it. You want to ask him if it’s bleached, I mean who could possibly have such perfect whiter hair naturally? Before you can even open your mouth to greet him, he slips his glasses down his nose and you’re once again left speechless at the overwhelming blue staring down at you.

“Hmm, this the one Sukuna picked out? She not all that.”

And before it even started, it ended. You didn’t even get a chance to appreciate his looks before he starts talking and now you want him to just shut up. Okay, maybe you didn’t look your best, but god, give a girl a break! The man on his left grins as he slaps his hand on the white-haired ones arm. His voice is soft, almost a purr as he slips a hair tie off of his wrist to tie up his hair while chiding his friend.

“Come now, Satoru, it’s rude to point out someone’s flaws.”

His voice is so sweet, saccharine like as he defends you. You completely blow past the condescending nature of the way he words his thoughts. He grins as he looks down at you, A stray piece of hair falling over his eyes, making him look all the more regal as he coos at you.

“You seem way out of your comfort zone, pretty. This not your usual night out?”

Shoko tugs on his hair before you can answer, though you secretly thank her knowing you would’ve made a fool out of yourself if you spoke.

“She’s not a plaything, focus up. Come on, introduce yourselves.”

Both boys straighten up, seeming as though conditioned, the way they start speaking like it was rehearsed hundreds of times.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like to see my car?”

“Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure. Let me take you for a ride.”

You stare at both of them awkwardly, Shoko slapping her hand against the back of both their necks.

“We’ve been through this! Don’t sound so robotic. Whatever. Look kid, these two are the top racers we have. Satoru only races in car sprints like a pussy, and Suguru does a little bit of everything, but we like to show him off when he’s on a bike. You’ve met Sukuna, he’s insane in a car. Yuji manages these ‘meetings’ but I’ve seen that boy when he’s in a sports car and there’s a reason him and Sukuna are twins. Who am I missing…?”

You try to remember all the information she’s throwing at you as Suguru starts speaking next.

“Choso is only good on bikes, you can meet him at the next race. Megumi and Maki are car fanatics, you should talk to them to figure out the basics. Nanami is the supervisor, I suppose. We should definitely introduce you to him. Hmm, there’s a bunch of other people too, you can just meet them later. Right now, we need to get you changed.”

“…What?”

You finally get a chance to speak, your face burning slightly at the rasp in your voice as your eyes squint in confusion. You turn to Shoko, clearly only trusting her right now as she grins back at you.

“Oh yeah, we need to fix you up. I think it’s time you meet Nobara and Hime.”

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! part 1 is on my page! masterlist is a wip currently </3 were still in the introduction part of this so this is definitely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

What in the world have you gotten yourself into? That’s the only thought that runs through your mind as the two random men drag you to some remote area. You almost regret trusting them so easily, maybe that was their plan, to have Yuji be so sweet that they can lure you to your demise. You had just begun formulating your half assed plan to try and escape when it feels as though you’ve been struck by lightning. All your senses scream when the pin drop silence evolves into loud rumbles, the abandoned dark lot that you were standing in suddenly being lit up like a flash bang. Sukuna grins at the pathetic whine that escapes your lips as you drag your arms over your eyes to soothe them. You drop them again a few seconds later, letting your sense adjust as you notice the sudden influx of people. Through hazy vision, you can make out Yuji talking excitedly with some spiky haired boy while Sukuna crashes through people to meet with a blonde chick. You suddenly feel extremely self-conscious being left alone by the two people who you only somewhat knew. It’s when you finally start seeing clearly, that a girl walks up to you. She looks you up and down, not even bothered by the way you seem to be staring into her soul. She grins lazily when she notices the glint of attraction in your eyes.

“Shoko. Nice to meet ya. How did Sukuna convince a goody like you to come to a place like this, huh?”

You stutter through your words, completely lost. She rolls her eyes, eyeing your pockets as she steps closer, taking advantage of the way your breath hitches to slip her hand into your jacket pocket. She pulls out your ID, giggling at the stunned look on your face as she examines it.

“Hmm, pretty name…Oh shit, you don’t look nineteen, girl. Ah, med major. That explains it. They always look depressed beyond their years.”

You gather enough confidence to finally scan the place, your voice hesitant.

“What is this?”

Shoko’s eyes widen only a fraction as she tilts her head.

“They really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not that smart if you’re following random men without even asking a question, kid.”

You don’t respond to that, not ready to tell this beautiful woman about how your life is falling apart because your marks are bad. She takes a step back, arms open as if to show off the area as she grins.

“Welcome to Jumpstart, kid. The only street racing kick in the tristate area that’s worth attending.”

At her words, the environment seems to suddenly click as you take it in. The blinding lights seem less harsh now that you can see the beautiful cars they come from. You barely get a chance to admire the scene, Shoko grabbing your arm as she drags you with her.

“You got a lot to learn in a very little amount of time, so let me introduce you to the main event.”

Shoko is clearly a big deal around this area, people immediately getting out of her way as she shuffles through the crowd. You mutter small apologies to the few people you bump into before Shoko comes to stop in front of two men…In front of two gorgeous men.

The taller one grins as he leans forward a little to bend, his hair falling over his face so effortlessly that you almost want to run your fingers through it. You want to ask him if it’s bleached, I mean who could possibly have such perfect whiter hair naturally? Before you can even open your mouth to greet him, he slips his glasses down his nose and you’re once again left speechless at the overwhelming blue staring down at you.

“Hmm, this the one Sukuna picked out? She not all that.”

And before it even started, it ended. You didn’t even get a chance to appreciate his looks before he starts talking and now you want him to just shut up. Okay, maybe you didn’t look your best, but god, give a girl a break! The man on his left grins as he slaps his hand on the white-haired ones arm. His voice is soft, almost a purr as he slips a hair tie off of his wrist to tie up his hair while chiding his friend.

“Come now, Satoru, it’s rude to point out someone’s flaws.”

His voice is so sweet, saccharine like as he defends you. You completely blow past the condescending nature of the way he words his thoughts. He grins as he looks down at you, A stray piece of hair falling over his eyes, making him look all the more regal as he coos at you.

“You seem way out of your comfort zone, pretty. This not your usual night out?”

Shoko tugs on his hair before you can answer, though you secretly thank her knowing you would’ve made a fool out of yourself if you spoke.

“She’s not a plaything, focus up. Come on, introduce yourselves.”

Both boys straighten up, seeming as though conditioned, the way they start speaking like it was rehearsed hundreds of times.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like to see my car?”

“Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure. Let me take you for a ride.”

You stare at both of them awkwardly, Shoko slapping her hand against the back of both their necks.

“We’ve been through this! Don’t sound so robotic. Whatever. Look kid, these two are the top racers we have. Satoru only races in car sprints like a pussy, and Suguru does a little bit of everything, but we like to show him off when he’s on a bike. You’ve met Sukuna, he’s insane in a car. Yuji manages these ‘meetings’ but I’ve seen that boy when he’s in a sports car and there’s a reason him and Sukuna are twins. Who am I missing…?”

You try to remember all the information she’s throwing at you as Suguru starts speaking next.

“Choso is only good on bikes, you can meet him at the next race. Megumi and Maki are car fanatics, you should talk to them to figure out the basics. Nanami is the supervisor, I suppose. We should definitely introduce you to him. Hmm, there’s a bunch of other people too, you can just meet them later. Right now, we need to get you changed.”

“…What?”

You finally get a chance to speak, your face burning slightly at the rasp in your voice as your eyes squint in confusion. You turn to Shoko, clearly only trusting her right now as she grins back at you.

“Oh yeah, we need to fix you up. I think it’s time you meet Nobara and Hime.”

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! part 1 is on my page! masterlist is a wip currently </3 were still in the introduction part of this so this is definitely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

What in the world have you gotten yourself into? That’s the only thought that runs through your mind as the two random men drag you to some remote area. You almost regret trusting them so easily, maybe that was their plan, to have Yuji be so sweet that they can lure you to your demise. You had just begun formulating your half assed plan to try and escape when it feels as though you’ve been struck by lightning. All your senses scream when the pin drop silence evolves into loud rumbles, the abandoned dark lot that you were standing in suddenly being lit up like a flash bang. Sukuna grins at the pathetic whine that escapes your lips as you drag your arms over your eyes to soothe them. You drop them again a few seconds later, letting your sense adjust as you notice the sudden influx of people. Through hazy vision, you can make out Yuji talking excitedly with some spiky haired boy while Sukuna crashes through people to meet with a blonde chick. You suddenly feel extremely self-conscious being left alone by the two people who you only somewhat knew. It’s when you finally start seeing clearly, that a girl walks up to you. She looks you up and down, not even bothered by the way you seem to be staring into her soul. She grins lazily when she notices the glint of attraction in your eyes.

“Shoko. Nice to meet ya. How did Sukuna convince a goody like you to come to a place like this, huh?”

You stutter through your words, completely lost. She rolls her eyes, eyeing your pockets as she steps closer, taking advantage of the way your breath hitches to slip her hand into your jacket pocket. She pulls out your ID, giggling at the stunned look on your face as she examines it.

“Hmm, pretty name…Oh shit, you don’t look nineteen, girl. Ah, med major. That explains it. They always look depressed beyond their years.”

You gather enough confidence to finally scan the place, your voice hesitant.

“What is this?”

Shoko’s eyes widen only a fraction as she tilts her head.

“They really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not that smart if you’re following random men without even asking a question, kid.”

You don’t respond to that, not ready to tell this beautiful woman about how your life is falling apart because your marks are bad. She takes a step back, arms open as if to show off the area as she grins.

“Welcome to Jumpstart, kid. The only street racing kick in the tristate area that’s worth attending.”

At her words, the environment seems to suddenly click as you take it in. The blinding lights seem less harsh now that you can see the beautiful cars they come from. You barely get a chance to admire the scene, Shoko grabbing your arm as she drags you with her.

“You got a lot to learn in a very little amount of time, so let me introduce you to the main event.”

Shoko is clearly a big deal around this area, people immediately getting out of her way as she shuffles through the crowd. You mutter small apologies to the few people you bump into before Shoko comes to stop in front of two men…In front of two gorgeous men.

The taller one grins as he leans forward a little to bend, his hair falling over his face so effortlessly that you almost want to run your fingers through it. You want to ask him if it’s bleached, I mean who could possibly have such perfect whiter hair naturally? Before you can even open your mouth to greet him, he slips his glasses down his nose and you’re once again left speechless at the overwhelming blue staring down at you.

“Hmm, this the one Sukuna picked out? She not all that.”

And before it even started, it ended. You didn’t even get a chance to appreciate his looks before he starts talking and now you want him to just shut up. Okay, maybe you didn’t look your best, but god, give a girl a break! The man on his left grins as he slaps his hand on the white-haired ones arm. His voice is soft, almost a purr as he slips a hair tie off of his wrist to tie up his hair while chiding his friend.

“Come now, Satoru, it’s rude to point out someone’s flaws.”

His voice is so sweet, saccharine like as he defends you. You completely blow past the condescending nature of the way he words his thoughts. He grins as he looks down at you, A stray piece of hair falling over his eyes, making him look all the more regal as he coos at you.

“You seem way out of your comfort zone, pretty. This not your usual night out?”

Shoko tugs on his hair before you can answer, though you secretly thank her knowing you would’ve made a fool out of yourself if you spoke.

“She’s not a plaything, focus up. Come on, introduce yourselves.”

Both boys straighten up, seeming as though conditioned, the way they start speaking like it was rehearsed hundreds of times.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like to see my car?”

“Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure. Let me take you for a ride.”

You stare at both of them awkwardly, Shoko slapping her hand against the back of both their necks.

“We’ve been through this! Don’t sound so robotic. Whatever. Look kid, these two are the top racers we have. Satoru only races in car sprints like a pussy, and Suguru does a little bit of everything, but we like to show him off when he’s on a bike. You’ve met Sukuna, he’s insane in a car. Yuji manages these ‘meetings’ but I’ve seen that boy when he’s in a sports car and there’s a reason him and Sukuna are twins. Who am I missing…?”

You try to remember all the information she’s throwing at you as Suguru starts speaking next.

“Choso is only good on bikes, you can meet him at the next race. Megumi and Maki are car fanatics, you should talk to them to figure out the basics. Nanami is the supervisor, I suppose. We should definitely introduce you to him. Hmm, there’s a bunch of other people too, you can just meet them later. Right now, we need to get you changed.”

“…What?”

You finally get a chance to speak, your face burning slightly at the rasp in your voice as your eyes squint in confusion. You turn to Shoko, clearly only trusting her right now as she grins back at you.

“Oh yeah, we need to fix you up. I think it’s time you meet Nobara and Hime.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x you #sukuna #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #choso kamo #jjk megumi

[reiluvr]

kinda wanna start writing a popstar!au for jjk cause i’m listening to lust for life and hello imagine reader and suguru singing it. i’m thinking.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you

[reiluvr]

🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! been craving this. pretty much just setting up. this is definetely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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If someone had told you a few months ago that you'd be standing in the middle of a huge abandoned racing track in the peak of winter while wearing practically nothing, then you would've probably combusted from laughter. You had never been the type to step out of your comfort zone, living by the motto "slow and steady wins the race". You focused on yourself and your grades all throughout high school, the only happiness being when you got accepted into your dream university. It was nothing like the movies though, you didn't immediately fall into the hands of the popular group and have the best university experience. Actually, university ended up being just a more complicated version of high school, you kept your head down and your grades up. It was in the dead of the night, where you were sure no one could possibly glimpse at this side of you, that you’d curl under your covers and pray desperately to any god that would listen, that you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

You had, unfortunately, adopted the “I don’t need friends” attitude, but that’s only because you had none. You could scream it off of the edge of a cliff to convince yourself that it was true, but at a certain point, everyone craves attention. For the first time in your life, your grades dropped. It felt like the end of the world, you had always been a top student, the slightest drop felt like the end of the world. That’s what lead to the start of your current predicament. You went out one night, pretty late considering you liked to be tucked and asleep by 10. You scoff bitterly to yourself, a bit amused at the irony of going through your teenager phase when you were almost 20. This was what ended up being the fuel for you to impulsively buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, walking cluelessly through the streets as you cough at each puff. In hindsight, it might’ve been a bit of an overreaction, especially considering that the ‘horrible’ grades you’ve been receiving recently would be some other student’s dream grades. Yet, it was hard not to be depressed when your entire self-worth was based off of these numbers.

It was nearing around 2 AM and you were…actually, god knows where you were. It seemed as though, in your self-deprecating thoughts, you had walked yourself to the point of being lost. You only snapped out of it because you could hear two very loud men. You hesitantly round the corner, coming face to face with two boys, who couldn’t have been much older than you. They both seemed to be locked in a very heated argument. At a closer look, it was clear they were twins, albeit they couldn’t look more different. The only thing they had in common was their bright pink hair. One of the twins seemed to be trying to calm the other down. You observe him carefully, noting down the washed-up yellow colour of his hoodie and the chipped blue nail polish. You turn to watch the taller twin now, eyes widening slightly as you take in the spiky hair and what looked like tattoos under his eyes? You wince as his words only increase in volume, turning to get away when the smaller twin makes eye contact with you. It feels as though your heart stopped when that prompts the taller twin to look at you as well, his eyes seemingly glowing red.

If you weren’t fearing for your life, you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic squeak that escapes your lips when he starts making his way towards you. You stumble back, each of his steps seemingly equal to ten of your own. You only manage to take a few steps back, eyes blown wide in panic before he’s towering over you, one hand roughly grasping your waist to stop you from stupidly falling over from your desperate scrambling. His grip is nothing soft, fingers almost digging into your hip as he stares down at you. He seems to be analysing you, his- were his eyes red?! You barely even get to process how weird that is before he tugs on your waist, making you stand up straighter as he looks you up and down. You finally manage to find your voice, your mouth opening to tell him to let you go…or maybe beg him. He beats you to it, a sharp grin gracing his face, making his already terrifying features seem even more predatory.

“You wanna make some cash, girl?”

Fuck no. You should have brought something with you, a taser, pepper spray, maybe a knife, anything. The other twin immediately picks up on how your face pales and he jumps in, gently pulling his brother back and shaking his head frantically.

“That is not what he meant! Ryo, you fucking idiot!”

It feels as though you can suddenly breathe again when his hands are off of you, your eyes trained on the taller one, ready to run for it in case he makes any sudden moves. They both let you calm down, the taller one, or Ryo, scoffing at your form. IT’s when you look at least a little more calm that the younger one approaches once again, hands up as if he were approaching a stray cat.

“I'm Yuji, you can call me whatever, and this is my stupid older brother. Sorry about him, he doesn’t speak to girls much.”

Ryo doesn’t hesitate to land a harsh hit against the back of Yuji’s neck, Yuji stumbling forward as he cackles. The display lets you settle down a bit more, an awkward smile on your face as the other one mumbles.

“Call me Sukuna.”

Okay. Not Ryo then.

“Anyways, what he meant was that…Um, okay. This might sound like were trying to kidnap you or something so please just trust us, ah, but even that is a big ask considering you don’t kno-.”

Sukuna grumbles, tugging on Yuji’s collar and pulling him back.

“You talk too much. We have a race starting soon. We’re missing a grid girl. You in, or nah?”

Never in your life would you have agreed. Especially not without asking at least a few questions. A little bad luck on your grades should not have dumbed you down…but apparently it did. You sigh, nodding hesitantly. Yuji practically lights up, immediately calling someone on his phone as Sukuna grins.

“Don’t go home, warm your tires!.....Hmm? Hell yeah we got a girl!”

He seems to listen to whatever the person on the other end is saying. He hesitates, looking you over once before mumbling something into the phone. Sukuna groans once again, snatching the phone out of his hands and mumbling a quick what. He also looks you over, the same way Yuji did before he grins.

“ She could use some work, honestly. Let Shoko know.”

[reiluvr]

🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! been craving this. pretty much just setting up. this is definetely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

If someone had told you a few months ago that you'd be standing in the middle of a huge abandoned racing track in the peak of winter while wearing practically nothing, then you would've probably combusted from laughter. You had never been the type to step out of your comfort zone, living by the motto "slow and steady wins the race". You focused on yourself and your grades all throughout high school, the only happiness being when you got accepted into your dream university. It was nothing like the movies though, you didn't immediately fall into the hands of the popular group and have the best university experience. Actually, university ended up being just a more complicated version of high school, you kept your head down and your grades up. It was in the dead of the night, where you were sure no one could possibly glimpse at this side of you, that you’d curl under your covers and pray desperately to any god that would listen, that you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

You had, unfortunately, adopted the “I don’t need friends” attitude, but that’s only because you had none. You could scream it off of the edge of a cliff to convince yourself that it was true, but at a certain point, everyone craves attention. For the first time in your life, your grades dropped. It felt like the end of the world, you had always been a top student, the slightest drop felt like the end of the world. That’s what lead to the start of your current predicament. You went out one night, pretty late considering you liked to be tucked and asleep by 10. You scoff bitterly to yourself, a bit amused at the irony of going through your teenager phase when you were almost 20. This was what ended up being the fuel for you to impulsively buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, walking cluelessly through the streets as you cough at each puff. In hindsight, it might’ve been a bit of an overreaction, especially considering that the ‘horrible’ grades you’ve been receiving recently would be some other student’s dream grades. Yet, it was hard not to be depressed when your entire self-worth was based off of these numbers.

It was nearing around 2 AM and you were…actually, god knows where you were. It seemed as though, in your self-deprecating thoughts, you had walked yourself to the point of being lost. You only snapped out of it because you could hear two very loud men. You hesitantly round the corner, coming face to face with two boys, who couldn’t have been much older than you. They both seemed to be locked in a very heated argument. At a closer look, it was clear they were twins, albeit they couldn’t look more different. The only thing they had in common was their bright pink hair. One of the twins seemed to be trying to calm the other down. You observe him carefully, noting down the washed-up yellow colour of his hoodie and the chipped blue nail polish. You turn to watch the taller twin now, eyes widening slightly as you take in the spiky hair and what looked like tattoos under his eyes? You wince as his words only increase in volume, turning to get away when the smaller twin makes eye contact with you. It feels as though your heart stopped when that prompts the taller twin to look at you as well, his eyes seemingly glowing red.

If you weren’t fearing for your life, you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic squeak that escapes your lips when he starts making his way towards you. You stumble back, each of his steps seemingly equal to ten of your own. You only manage to take a few steps back, eyes blown wide in panic before he’s towering over you, one hand roughly grasping your waist to stop you from stupidly falling over from your desperate scrambling. His grip is nothing soft, fingers almost digging into your hip as he stares down at you. He seems to be analysing you, his- were his eyes red?! You barely even get to process how weird that is before he tugs on your waist, making you stand up straighter as he looks you up and down. You finally manage to find your voice, your mouth opening to tell him to let you go…or maybe beg him. He beats you to it, a sharp grin gracing his face, making his already terrifying features seem even more predatory.

“You wanna make some cash, girl?”

Fuck no. You should have brought something with you, a taser, pepper spray, maybe a knife, anything. The other twin immediately picks up on how your face pales and he jumps in, gently pulling his brother back and shaking his head frantically.

“That is not what he meant! Ryo, you fucking idiot!”

It feels as though you can suddenly breathe again when his hands are off of you, your eyes trained on the taller one, ready to run for it in case he makes any sudden moves. They both let you calm down, the taller one, or Ryo, scoffing at your form. IT’s when you look at least a little more calm that the younger one approaches once again, hands up as if he were approaching a stray cat.

“I'm Yuji, you can call me whatever, and this is my stupid older brother. Sorry about him, he doesn’t speak to girls much.”

Ryo doesn’t hesitate to land a harsh hit against the back of Yuji’s neck, Yuji stumbling forward as he cackles. The display lets you settle down a bit more, an awkward smile on your face as the other one mumbles.

“Call me Sukuna.”

Okay. Not Ryo then.

“Anyways, what he meant was that…Um, okay. This might sound like were trying to kidnap you or something so please just trust us, ah, but even that is a big ask considering you don’t kno-.”

Sukuna grumbles, tugging on Yuji’s collar and pulling him back.

“You talk too much. We have a race starting soon. We’re missing a grid girl. You in, or nah?”

Never in your life would you have agreed. Especially not without asking at least a few questions. A little bad luck on your grades should not have dumbed you down…but apparently it did. You sigh, nodding hesitantly. Yuji practically lights up, immediately calling someone on his phone as Sukuna grins.

“Don’t go home, warm your tires!.....Hmm? Hell yeah we got a girl!”

He seems to listen to whatever the person on the other end is saying. He hesitates, looking you over once before mumbling something into the phone. Sukuna groans once again, snatching the phone out of his hands and mumbling a quick what. He also looks you over, the same way Yuji did before he grins.

“ She could use some work, honestly. Let Shoko know.”

[reiluvr]

🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! been craving this. pretty much just setting up. this is definetely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

If someone had told you a few months ago that you'd be standing in the middle of a huge abandoned racing track in the peak of winter while wearing practically nothing, then you would've probably combusted from laughter. You had never been the type to step out of your comfort zone, living by the motto "slow and steady wins the race". You focused on yourself and your grades all throughout high school, the only happiness being when you got accepted into your dream university. It was nothing like the movies though, you didn't immediately fall into the hands of the popular group and have the best university experience. Actually, university ended up being just a more complicated version of high school, you kept your head down and your grades up. It was in the dead of the night, where you were sure no one could possibly glimpse at this side of you, that you’d curl under your covers and pray desperately to any god that would listen, that you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

You had, unfortunately, adopted the “I don’t need friends” attitude, but that’s only because you had none. You could scream it off of the edge of a cliff to convince yourself that it was true, but at a certain point, everyone craves attention. For the first time in your life, your grades dropped. You had always been a top student, the slightest drop felt like the end of the world. That’s what lead to the start of your current predicament. You went out one night, pretty late considering you liked to be tucked and asleep by 10. You scoff bitterly to yourself, a bit amused at the irony of going through your teenager phase when you were almost 20. This was what ended up being the fuel for you to impulsively buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, walking cluelessly through the streets as you cough at each puff. In hindsight, it might’ve been a bit of an overreaction, especially considering that the ‘horrible’ grades you’ve been receiving recently would be some other student’s dream grades. Yet, it was hard not to be depressed when your entire self-worth was based off of these numbers.

It was nearing around 2 AM and you were…actually, god knows where you were. It seemed as though, in your self-deprecating thoughts, you had walked yourself to the point of being lost. You only snapped out of it because you could hear two very loud men. You hesitantly round the corner, coming face to face with two boys, who couldn’t have been much older than you. They both seemed to be locked in a very heated argument. At a closer look, it was clear they were twins, albeit they couldn’t look more different. The only thing they had in common was their bright pink hair. One of the twins seemed to be trying to calm the other down. You observe him carefully, noting down the washed-up yellow colour of his hoodie and the chipped blue nail polish. You turn to watch the taller twin now, eyes widening slightly as you take in the spiky hair and what looked like tattoos under his eyes? You wince as his words only increase in volume, turning to get away when the smaller twin makes eye contact with you. It feels as though your heart stopped when that prompts the taller twin to look at you as well, his eyes seemingly glowing red.

If you weren’t fearing for your life, you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic squeak that escapes your lips when he starts making his way towards you. You stumble back, each of his steps seemingly equal to ten of your own. You only manage to take a few steps back, eyes blown wide in panic before he’s towering over you, one hand roughly grasping your waist to stop you from stupidly falling over from your desperate scrambling. His grip is nothing soft, fingers almost digging into your hip as he stares down at you. He seems to be analysing you, his- were his eyes red?! You barely even get to process how weird that is before he tugs on your waist, making you stand up straighter as he looks you up and down. You finally manage to find your voice, your mouth opening to tell him to let you go…or maybe beg him. He beats you to it, a sharp grin gracing his face, making his already terrifying features seem even more predatory.

“You wanna make some cash, girl?”

Fuck no. You should have brought something with you, a taser, pepper spray, maybe a knife, anything. The other twin immediately picks up on how your face pales and he jumps in, gently pulling his brother back and shaking his head frantically.

“That is not what he meant! Ryo, you fucking idiot!”

It feels as though you can suddenly breathe again when his hands are off of you, your eyes trained on the taller one, ready to run for it in case he makes any sudden moves. They both let you calm down, the taller one, or Ryo, scoffing at your form. IT’s when you look at least a little more calm that the younger one approaches once again, hands up as if he were approaching a stray cat.

“I'm Yuji, you can call me whatever, and this is my stupid older brother. Sorry about him, he doesn’t speak to girls much.”

Ryo doesn’t hesitate to land a harsh hit against the back of Yuji’s neck, Yuji stumbling forward as he cackles. The display lets you settle down a bit more, an awkward smile on your face as the other one mumbles.

“Call me Sukuna.”

Okay. Not Ryo then.

“Anyways, what he meant was that…Um, okay. This might sound like were trying to kidnap you or something so please just trust us, ah, but even that is a big ask considering you don’t kno-.”

Sukuna grumbles, tugging on Yuji’s collar and pulling him back.

“You talk too much. We have a race starting soon. We’re missing a grid girl. You in, or nah?”

Never in your life would you have agreed. Especially not without asking at least a few questions. A little bad luck on your grades should not have dumbed you down…but apparently it did. You sigh, nodding hesitantly. Yuji practically lights up, immediately calling someone on his phone as Sukuna grins.

“Don’t go home, warm your tires!.....Hmm? Hell yeah we got a girl!”

He seems to listen to whatever the person on the other end is saying. He hesitates, looking you over once before mumbling something into the phone. Sukuna groans once again, snatching the phone out of his hands and mumbling a quick what. He also looks you over, the same way Yuji did before he grins.

“ She could use some work, honestly. Let Shoko know.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #racer au

[reiluvr]

thinking about the potential of gojo having a twin, so that its like three eyes between each, which is why a six eyes user is insanely rare cause you'd have to have twins first. and then to add onto that megumi having a twin where each can summon only 5 shadows, both having to summon mahoraga together. and how hilarious it'd be if the twins died the same way, like how "megumi" killed gojo. hear me out.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo jujutsu kaisen

[reiluvr]

first i love you?

i love inumaki toge with my whole heart, so glad hes underrated at least this way gege will stay away

miss my main man suguru though, thinking of writing a popstar au<3

You could practically feel the glare on your back as you type on your computer. The room is silent, bar the click clack of the keys as you type out your essay. You take a deep breath, turning around as making eye contact with Toge.

"What is it, loser?"

Toge keeps his glare on you, his hands shuffling ridiculously fast as he tries to get his point across. You giggle slightly, tilting your head as you push against the desk to roll the chair closer to him.

"Slow down."

He pouts, shuffling to the edge of the bed as he reaches for your hands, slipping them into his own as he drags you closer. You laugh getting off your chair to join him in bed as he pulls out his phone. His fingers blur across the phone as he types frantically, shoving the phone in your face for you to read.

didnt pay atenntion to me todya

You put your hand against your mouth to muffle the giggles as you try to ignore the typing errors. You place your hands on his cheeks, squishing his face as you mumble.

"Sorry, you know I have to submit this assignment by the end of this week."

You try your best to not roll your eyes when he sticks out his tongue, pointing to his extremely complicated gaming set up.

"Toge, I am never playing Fortnite with you. Last time I watched you play, you almost told Yuuta to kill himself."

Its comical how his eyes widen as he denies it.

"...Okaka."

You can't muffle your laughter anymore, lips stretching into a wide grin as you practically pounce on him, both of you sinking into the bed in a fit of giggles. Toge's arms curl around your waist, slipping under your shirt to rest on your back. You smile in return, placing small kisses all over his face as he turns red, mumbling random ingredients under his breath as he tries to look unaffected.

It takes a while for both of you to settle down, Toge's arms still wrapped around you, your legs entangled with his while your hands stay pressed to his chest. You sigh happily, tucking your head in the crook of his neck as he pulls you in closer. Toge's heart feels constricted as his mind swirls with thoughts. He slips his hands out from under your shirt and gently cups them around your face, pulling you away from his neck. You look up at him, eyes clearly confused as he moves his hands over your ears, closing over them just enough for you to barely make out his words as he whispers. His voice is raspy, his eyes hesitant but the words confident all the same.

"...I love you."

You stare at him for a moment, Toge's heart so loud that he's convinced you can hear it as well. He's just about to pull away from you, already reaching for his phone to type out an apology when you grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss. Toge almost squeaks in surprise, his hands stuck mid-air as he stares wide eyed at you. It's when you hesitantly swipe your tongue across his lip that he seems to snap snap out of it, lips curling into a smile as his hands move to meet behind your head, forcing you deeper into the kiss. He practically whines when you pull away to breathe, his lips following yours as you giggle.

"I love you too, loser."

Toge grins. He could get used to this.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki toge #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen