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Can I have HCs or a scenario of Satori Gojo pranking his s/o, it's the "I want a baby now" prank. The both of them do want kids, but just not now at the time. He'll be asking, trying to convince her, but then reader wears a nice skirt with a slit and Satori's like, "See, you knew I wanted a baby. Easy access!" Then proceeds to jump on top of her and throw on the bed, but he breaks it like the fool he is😂. Also reader is a bit playful too.

Yes, ofc, thanks for sending the request and I hope you like the scenario!! I kinda got carried away

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Warnings: suggestive themes but omg i’m such a sap this is so fluffy + bonus section that has mentions of alcohol w/Shoko, Mei, and Utahime

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“Can you cancel your plans? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

You roll your eyes at the pleading questions, looking at the sulking man’s reflection in the mirror as you finish applying your make-up. “I’ve been with you all day, and Shoko and I have been talking about this night for months.”

“But we can continue cuddling! And I need to talk to youuu,” he whines from behind as his arms snake around your waist, convinced that he can trap you in them and stop you from seeing Shoko.

Puzzled, you wiggle around to face him, a skeptical look sent his way. “We spent the past ten hours watching chick flicks and Disney movies and now you need to tell me something?”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk about!” His widening grin increases your suspicions as you spend a few seconds nervously glancing at your surroundings, waiting for something to pop out.

After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s pulled a prank on you, shuddering when you remember a presumed-dead Yuji with fake Sukuna tattoos jumping out of your shared closet and almost giving you a heart attack (“That’s what you get for swapping the salt and sugar containers!” Gojo quickly said to you, ruffling his cheerful student’s hair for, “Giving an Oscar-worthy performance!”).

Or the time when you woke up and shifted in your bed, expecting to see a slumbering Gojo only to be pounced on by multiple cursed dolls–to this day you can’t step foot in Yaga’s office unless you’re clinging to Gojo (“But I thought you found them cute?” he once mused while you stuck out your tongue at him).

So you quietly sigh and give in, knowing it’s better to participate in his frivolity than fight against it. Much to his glee, you wrap your arms around his neck and nod. “Fine, I’ll give you five minutes. But if you tell me that The Emperor’s New Groove is better than The Lion King I’m leaving immediately.”

Gojo gasps, appalled. “The Emperor’s New Groove is comedic gold! You just don’t have a sense of humor!”

“Please, if I didn’t like humor then I wouldn’t be with a clown!” you counter, chuckling at his indignant huff and incoherent grumbling. “You have four minutes left, Satoru.”

“Someone’s impatient~” trills a joyful Gojo before asking, “Remember when you said I’m related to Princess Elsa because I look like her?”

“I actually just said Princess Elsa is prettier than you, but go on,” you correct with a smirk while he mumbles, “Semantics.”

“Anyway, it got me thinking: when we have our daughter soon we should name her Elsa!”

Your widening eyes almost fall out of their sockets upon hearing the word, “Soon?!” You furiously shake your head before continuing, attempting to clear your hazy thoughts. “I know we agreed on having kids but I thought you meant in a few years, not months!”

“But I want a baby now,” persists the stubborn shaman as you shimmy your way out of his grip.

“Considering I’m dealing with one right in front of me, I think I’m good,” you joke, hoping to control your pounding heart as you find yourself backing into the dresser.

Besides, the last thing you need is Gojo fueling your already rampant baby fever. You swear him and your parents were sending you more videos of funny animals and babies than usual. Were they teaming up against you?

His lopsided smirk grows as he approaches you yet again, recklessly tossing his sunglasses and locking you in place with those captivating eyes. You forget to breathe until you startle from the booming sounds his hands make after slamming them on the dresser, his arms flanking you from both sides to prevent your escape.

“But I already have so much experience,” he simpers, the shimmer in his heavenly blue orbs way too dangerous for your exceedingly high heart rate. Especially as they get closer, the tips of your noses touching. “Let’s not forget I raised precious Megumi-kun...”

“Lies, he told me about the times you’ve lost him at the mall,” you retort, feeling light-headed when his cool fingers graze your thighs and start their climb upward at a painstaking pace. Yet you regret taking a deep breath to calm your nerves as inhaling the combined scent of chocolate and his cologne lights more fireworks in your body instead.

“At least this time you’ll be my co-parent.” The distance between you two is so minuscule that his long eyelashes plant feathery kisses across your face with each blink, the usually ticklish gesture making a shiver run down your spine.

“And, come on,” he drags out, the dip in his voice heating your core, “you can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about how cute our kids will be.”

“They’d only be cute because of me,” you mutter against the corner of his lips, your taunt failing to disguise the slight waver in your voice that betrays what you’re really thinking.

That you've imagined how adorable it would be to see a tiny white-haired child perched atop your partner’s shoulders, the little one’s giggles blending in with Satoru’s giddy laughter. That you’ve pictured four mini versions of the shaman clinging to both of his arms and legs as they beg for their dad to take them to the school and meet the cool, older kids. That you’ve thought of how great it would be to start a family with the man you loved, the man who you know would make a great father.

And the same man who definitely knows what you’re currently thinking.

You almost groan from frustration when Gojo pulls away, already missing his proximity despite him only moving a few inches away. “See, I knew you wanted a baby,” he chuckles, his azure eyes dancing with mirth.

“But not now!” you wail, slightly peeved at how easily you fell for his antics.

“Then why wear this nice skirt?” he asks, the innocent tone juxtaposing with the fingers that tug on the slit of the fabric while his other hand traverses under the cloth to begin rubbing delicate circles on your skin. “See, you knew I wanted a baby now, too. Easy access!”

Before you’re about to show him how your legs have easy access to kicking his crotch, Gojo suddenly withdraws only to envelop you in a tight hug, his two hands joining together into a defiant clap.

“What the-!”

You can’t even describe what happens next, other than the fact that you’re swept off your feet and are literally flying...

...And then land softly on top of Gojo, who does not land softly on the mattress.

You feel yourself sinking as the bed dips, no longer supported by the frame that breaks in half with a resounding crack.

As the room now fills with silence you lift your head from Gojo’s chest to glare at him, only to receive a carefree laugh in return.

“I might’ve been too forceful there! Guess the prank went a bit too far. Lemme turn off the camera.” His smile falters when he realizes his blunder, your narrowed eyes shooting daggers at him.

“...”

“Gojo Satoru...” you bellow at the same time he chirps, “...But if you want, we can still try tonight! There’s still a mattress!”

If only he realized his second mistake.

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BONUS:

Shoko hangs up the call as she returns to the booth in the bar, looking at the two women across from her before shaking her head in disappointment.

“She bailed on us.”

“Huh?” questions a perplexed Utahime. “But why?”

“Something about needing to destroy evidence? And going to the furniture store?”

“What furniture store is open at eight o’clock on a Saturday night?”

“Gojo’s weirdness is rubbing off on her. How sad. She should’ve just gotten his money and left,” murmurs Mei, the other two nodding in agreement.

“Oh, but she did tell us to take a shot on her behalf,” Shoko says, “and to drink to men being trash.”

“I’ll definitely drink to that,” Mei says with a smirk, the clinking of three glasses and shouts of “To men are trash!” occurring at the same time a Gojo Satoru sneezes.

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A/N: Just needed to write a general PSA expressing my love for the badass female jjk characters

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru

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