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seeingivy · 8 months

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donuts

megumi fushiguro x f!reader

content: IMPLIED MANGA SPOILERS, hormonal pregnant reader, dad!megs, gojo being a dad to megumi

an: dad gojo this, dad gojo that. WHAT ABOUT DAD MEGUMI. anyways im sick and I am 90% sure I have covid but alas I spit this out before I study. it's like a reward.

recently, megumi has been letting things happen.

and by recently, he means two years ago, when his little star boy was born. or even at large, five years ago, when he met you, his sun. an fellow sorcerer who he easily fell for, like it was something inevitable. something necessary, involuntary even - like it was the air he breathed or his heart beating.

and since then he’s been letting things happen. he’s been letting gojo come around - so that he can spend time with ash. so that ash can have a grandfather, not that megumi would ever say that out loud.

he lets nobara and yuuji spoil him rotten, lets maki teach him self-defense (which is just swatting at this point), and yuuta explain the rules of chess to him for hours even though ash barely has coordinated motor functions.

he lets things happen. especially when ash asks him, the pouty face that he’s entirely gotten from you pressed on his face. like today, when he feels a little fist tugging on the end of his shirt.

“yes, ash?”

“i want donuts.”

megumi squints, like he’s questioning him. every bit his son, ash has fully inherited the full breadth of megumi’s dna - dark hair, green eyes. but every one of his expressions, those are all all you.

“ash.”

“yes?”

“do you want donuts or does mommy want donuts?”

ash stands there for a few seconds, deep in thought, before answering.

“sticky wants donuts!”

megumi sighs, picking him up and dragging him out of the room with him, to find the culprit of this entire plot - you. that deliberation means that ash was trying to remember what it was you had told him. and truly, only you would use his unborn daughter against him.

he finds you splayed on the couch, a heating pad pressed into the small of your back, as you talk, directed down to your stomach to tsumiki. or sticky, as ash calls her since he can’t pronounce all the syllables just yet.

“megs?”

“yeah?”

“i thought of a name for her.”

megumi leans against the counter, half turned away from you, where he watches gojo and ash snuggled up on the couch, ash excitedly explaining the plot of his current favorite movie to gojo. gojo’s all too absorbed, though he does get offended every time ash says that elsa is cooler than him. and even more offended that when gojo calls elsa pretty, ash says that elsa would never like him.

“well. ash is our little star boy. his name is perfect for him. and you’re my blessing so megumi is perfect for you. but our little girl-”

you reach forward for his hand, placing it on top of your teeny tiny bump, which just started protruding, as you squeeze his hand.

“she’s precious. she’s our only girl and, and she’s so gentle already. ash was a little heathen, always kicking and excited in there. but she’s so soft, i already know she’s special. she should have a name that reflects that.”

megumi reaches up, cupping the side of your face, where tears are now sprouting out of your eyes. one of megumi’s favorite things about you being pregnant, besides the disgusting concoctions you eat because of your cravings, is this. your out of whack hormones that have your lip jutting out, that little whiny, cute pout he fell in love with on your face at all times.

“what’s the name, sweetheart?”

“tsumiki.” you whispers.

you look up at his green eyes, wide and filled with an emotion that you can’t quite discern. and you can feel the immediate panic at the reaction and try to backtrack as fast as you can. surely, he’s simmering with rage under there.

why would you name your daughter after his dead sister?

“megs. i-i just thought it would be nice because i never got to meet her and i know she was special to you. i’m not saying she’s replacing her, but i just-”

megumi puts his hand on your mouth, his finger brushing across your soft lips, as he pushes you into his embrace, hugging so hard he’s sure even the baby, tsumiki, must be feeling it. he holds you there for a while, not saying much, as his hands rub into the small of your back.

and you wait for it, because you know megumi like the back of your hand. touch first, words second. and right on cue, minutes later, you hear it, the soft whisper on your skin that makes your cheeks burn.

“my tsumiki would have really loved you, you know that?”

you look up from the conversation you were having with tsumiki - telling her that she always has to side with you and ash instead of megumi - to find him standing there, glaring at you.

“hello, love of my life.” you say, tapping the spot on the couch next to you.

megumi takes the seat, trying to hide the smile on his face, as he gives you a suspicious look. he places a kiss to your temple before placing his hand over your bump, something he does every time he walks into the room. it’s his way of saying hello to her.

“sweetheart.”

“yes, megs?”

“ash is telling me that sticky wants donuts.”

“stickyyy does want donuts. and ash does too.” you respond, giving him your best smile.

“you know, if you want something from me, you don’t have to use my son and my unborn child against me to get it.”

“how dare you bring tsumiki into this. she wants donuts, that’s why i’m craving them. take it up with her.”

ash crawls into the space between you two, resting his head in your lap and his legs in megumi’s as he reaches forward to tickle his sides, eliciting a screaming laugh from ash who is begging him to stop. you smack megumi’s hands off, running your hands through ash’s dark black locks as he calms down and looking at megumi. you pinch ash’s side a little, giving him a non-discrete wink.

“daddy. I really want donuts.”

“oh im sure you do ash. i’ll go get them” megumi responds, swinging his legs off and standing up.

“can i come?” ash asks, excitedly wrapping his hands around his knees.

“buddy. it’s nap time. you have to sleep.”

ash juts his lower lip out, mustering the frowniest face he can, as his little green eyes look up into megumi’s. and of course, he immediately gives in, because he can never say no to his little star boy.

“fine. get your shoes.”

ash turns excitedly to you, giving you a grinning smile.

“did i do good, mama?”

“perfect, star boy. just like i taught you.”

ash excitedly runs off as megumi gives you a soul crushing glare, which you pointedly ignore. the two of them shuffle out of the apartment, the smile spreading across your face as you watch megumi swing ash onto his back to close the door.

an hour later, megumi walks into his apartment to find you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo on his couch. the three of you are crouched over the table and he can see that your face is all pink, surely from crying.

ash runs into the apartment, taking turns giving everyone a big hug, before climbing into gojo’s lap, and reaching up to play with gojo’s hair. megumi sets the box of donuts down and takes the seat next to you, wiping the wetness away on your cheek.

“hi y/n.” he whispers.

“h-hi megs.” you whisper back, interlocking your hands with his to squish.

he smiles as he reaches for the box of donuts, equipping you with the maple bar he knows you’ve been craving, as he watches you nearly inhale it in five seconds.

“god. you’re like a vacuum.” nobara says, a horrified look on her face.

“s-not me. miki.” you respond, now pounding through your donut.

“are you really blaming it on your unborn daughter?” nobara asks.

“she blames everything on her. yesterday, she made me come all the way out here just to hand her the remote because it was too far away. claimed that the baby really wanted to see me at that second.” megumi deadpans, earning laughs from the group of them.

“she did.” you respond, defensively.

megumi leans his arm against the back of where you’re sitting, twisting one of your locks of hair in his fingers. he looks over at the table to find an array of colorful ribbons on the table, which he’s sure is the culprit of your crying since the baby section at target always works you up.

“what’s that?” he asks.

“nobara and yuuji gifted us a ribbon set for the baby. we can use it when tsumiki’s hair gets long, do little ponytails in her hair and put cute little ribbons in them.” you respond.

megumi can feel his throat constricting at the thought of it, the wave of emotions that have been resurfacing lately reaching his cheeks. he gives gojo a look and you a kiss on the cheek, before he stands up and heads to the kitchen, focused on brewing a cup of coffee for himself.

you frown as you watch him walk away, nobara and yuuji halfheartedly asking him if he’s okay as he waves them off. you turn to gojo, giving him an inquisitive look, as gojo places ash in between nobara and yuuji.

“is he okay?” you whisper.

“let me talk to him first.” he responds, giving you a reassuring smile. you watch gojo run off behind him, the two of them leaning against the counter as they talk in hushed voices.

“it’s the ribbons isn’t it?” gojo asks, watching ash play rock paper scissors with an overly enthusiastic yuuji from afar.

megumi doesn’t respond, instead focusing on stirring the spoon through the coffee he freshly brewed.

of course, it’s the ribbons.

after gojo took tsumiki and megumi in, megumi made it a point to not ask gojo for much. a facet of his childhood stubbornness, of course. though gojo was more than willing to throw his money in any direction, megumi was in no part receptive to that. except in april, when tsumiki’s birthday came around.

after watching her stare at ribbons in windows as they passed, complimenting strangers on the train on how pretty ribbons looked in ponytails, megumi made it a point that when he could, he would buy them for her. god forbid, she would never get them for herself.

so he asked gojo, awkwardly knocked on his door well after bedtime and shyly asked. and of course, gojo never disappoints, buying every color, array, fabric of ribbons for tsumiki to wear in her hair to school now. and he watched her do it a hundred times - the satisfied smile she gave herself in the mirror every time it fell perfectly before walking away.

and the thought of watching his daughter, being the one putting the ribbons in her hair and getting that little smile on her face, is too much for megumi at the current moment.

“don’t ask dumb questions, gojo.” he responds.

he turns around to face the same way as gojo now, watching the four of you have the most intense rock paper scissors battle he’s seen yet. granted, you’re all letting ash win but trying to predict his moves gets more difficult as time goes on.

“did y/n tell you what we’re naming her?” megumi asks.

“no.”

“tsumiki.” he responds, not missing the soft smile on gojo’s face.

gojo smiles, squeezing megumi’s shoulder. one of the nice things about megumi becoming a father is that he finally understands gojo’s frustrations. of what it feels like to see your kids in pain and not being able to do anything about it.

“not my idea, by the way. all y/n.”

gojo focuses in on you, on how you look over and give megumi a big smile which he returns, before focusing back on ash.

“i guess these things always have a way of working themselves out, megumi.”

“what do you mean?”

gojo inhales, twisting his sunglasses in his fingers before placing them in his pocket.

“tsumiki always had a way of reading your mind. every time you and i would argue, she was always the one who soothed you down and not me. i-i was never really good at that. and you lost her but you got y/n. and she does it for you now. ash does too. i-it just worked out megs, that’s all.”

and megumi looks over - at his sun, his star boy, and soon to be the most precious thing he’s ever had. and he knows that gojo is right. That he’s been letting things happen lately, because that insurmountable heaviness that’s been on his chest for years has finally been lifted. that it’s there, but he can breathe through it now.

not that he would ever tell gojo. he'll just enjoy a donut with his coffee instead.

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spaceshipsandpurpledrank · 7 months

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#talkin #tik tok #self defense #jujitsu

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beeksyurr · 8 days

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JJK men as liars hcs

are they good liars or bad liars? I have no idea, but I guessed anyway >:))

Gojo, Geto, Nanami

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Gojo

I see Gojo as a TERRIBLE liar, as in “blurts the truth in the most inconvenient moment” type of liar. He’d always use the excuse that he “needed to tell someone” or he was gonna combust or some shit. However, this man is full of surprises. Only when it mattered a shit ton, would he be able to keep that giant mouth of his shut- like life or death type of situation. Other than that, this man is a freaking butterfingers with secrets (bonus hc he 100% has an apron that says butterfingers- & ANOTHER ONE WITH “kiss the cook” ON IT!! but he gave that one to you for obvious reasons).

Geto

He’s actually so good at it tf? If he needed to, Geto could literally keep a secret for YEARS, he’s that good- but come on, that’s not much of a surprise. But if he’s hiding a secret from you abt something he did, he’ll always gets ratted out by the twins. Shit’s tricky when your daughters don’t let you keep secrets ToT.

Nanami

ok guys, hear me out. He’s an alright liar, but recovers really well if he ever spills! Or really badly! No inbetween :D! Like I get that he’s hot & stoic & shit but he’d be saying some shit & then accidentally slip up- this can go one of two ways. 1) Nanami apologises & explains the truth, embarrassed as fuck. 2) He just leaves. I’M BEING SO FR TELL ME I’M WRONG??? Like this how will just “oh :0” & fucking back away (like that one Homer Simpson meme 😭). But even then, I don’t think Kento messes up much, he’s usually pretty good!!

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that’s all for now!! pls don’t come at me guys, I haven’t finished the series & literally live off of jjk tumblr, so it’s probs inaccurate

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newyorkthegoldenage · 1 month

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Policewomen practicing jiujitsu, March 22, 1924. Mrs. Hamilton, who is in charge of the class, gives instructions. The policewomen said that after they got their muscles hardened a little more, they would be able to make arrests without the aid of a male partner.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America

#vintage New York #1920s #policewomen #jujitsu #jiujitsu #women in male professions #March 22 #22 March #martial arts

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levi-alexandrovich · 1 year

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#jujutsu kaisen #yaoi bl #fanart #megumi x sukuna #sukuna x fushiguro #sukuna #megumi fushiguro #jujitsu

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nkp1981 · 17 days

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Important Knowledge

#jujitsu #self defense #self defence moves #you go girl

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sukustar · 1 year

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Cute😾

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skeletonfumes · 1 year

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John Wick (2014) Chad Stahelski

#john wick #chad stahelski #keanu reeves #keanu forever #mygifs #gifset #filmedit #jujitsu

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odinsblog · 1 year

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Mark Zuckerberg “won” a jujitsu tournament

After whining like a bratty entitled 2yr old to the judge, who naturally changed their mind about Zuck initially losing 🙄

#mark zukerburg #facebook #jujitsu #meta #could u even imagine ‘losing’ to mark zuckerberg? talk about depressing shit

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dab1-ex · 2 years

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The Samurai

Pairing : Choso x reader ( Naoya x reader)

Warnings: Smut, domsub, slight choking, some angst, fluff.

Part 4

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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"Wife!" Naoya screamed.

He came storming towards, each step felt heavier than the next, you could feel each and every plank on the floor shift as he walked towards you.

This was it you thought, Naoya was going to punish you for being so close to the Samurai. This would be your moment of submission to him, of true submission, it was all coming to this moment.

After the wonderful day you had, of course this would be the ending you weren't in a fairy tale so why would you think for a minute that a happy ending would be blessed upon you.

"You're Late!"

"I sent the handmaid to look for you but they say you've been in the town. How irresponsible of you, you don't even have your husband's permission and you venture off. Had it not been for him being with you I would of killed you had the people below not done so themselves"

He hadn't done it, he hadn't backhanded you to the ground how you thought.

"Thank you for your service, leave us now" with that Choso left you and Naoya alone.

You looked at Naoya and he peered down at you.

"Get inside!"

You swiftly opened the door moving out of the way so he could enter first, he pushed passed you and entered your room.

You entered head bowed down, with a face bearing no emotion. He sat on the bed, looking at your form.

"Get done, the ceremony is soon, you've wasted enough time playing local"

You walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you were in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror; hair wild and makeup nearly all but gone from your face, you could only imagine what Naoya was thinking.

You slowly ran water and started moving a cloth underneath it, ringing it out and slowly wiping your face clean. Tears started to form, you couldn't do this anymore, even though Naoya hadn't done anything you couldn't keep pretending to be a housewife. It was slowly eating you up from the inside out. You finished cleaning your face and left the bathroom, eyes red and cheeks puffy.

Naoya noticed, of course he would was he going to say anything of course not.

You opened the long cupboards to look for a kimono to wear to the sake opening festival that the Kamo's held to honour their alliance with the Zenin's and your father.

"Move"

Naoya pushed you to the side and he began examining the kimonos that were packed in for your stay at the Kamo Estate. He picked up a lilac one then placed it back, then a navy one and placed it back in its spot, he did this with nearly every kimono examining it, touching the fabric looking at the intricate designs that were sewn into each. He had finally picked up a deep red one, he examined it, with its embroidered butterflies that were on the sleeves.

"This one" he said turning towards you, lifting it towards your body as if seeing how it would look on you.

"Yes husband, I'll call the handmaidens to help me" you said looking down.

"Its not necessary"

"Husband I doubt I could put such a magnificent kimono on by myself"

"You won't put it on alone"

With that he began removing you of your previous kimono that was a less luxurious fabric. You stood in your undergarments in front of him.

He slowly put each arm into the kimono, gently as if you were porcelain. He began tying your kimono, pushing you closer to each other.

"Do you know what butterflies symbolize (Y/N)?"

"Why are you doing this husband?"

"Do you?" He asked referring to his question.

"No husband" you said looking into his eyes.

" They represent metamorphosis; change. Change for the better for good health, wealth and prosperity" He said as he tightend the koshi himo belt. He began tying the obi.

"My father has asked of me to produce an heir, that obviously you would be carrying. I know our life back at my father's estate hasn't been ideal, me fucking you like a fertile bitch isn't any woman's dream of true love. I understand that. My father has spoken to me in private about it, while you wonder the Estate. So I'm going to try his way and if by the second season you are still baren then this was all futile" he said pulling your body to his as he tied the obi to is necessary knot.

"So I'm going to treat you like a woman I love even if I don't"

He took his hands off the knot and walked away from you, walking to the door

"Apply your makeup and meet me in the courtyard when you are done, I wish to get this venture done" as he left.

You stood their dumbfounded, only a few minutes ago you were crying in the bathroom about this curse of a life, for the man you were infatuated with you could never be with, only for the man you've wedded to decide that he wishes to treat you life a wife, like a woman he loves.

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You entered the caught yard under the moonlight, with the beautiful red kimono with butterfly embroidery motifs, the one Naoya chose for you. Your beauty was evident as even the moon wished to shine upon your face to see you in all your glory.

You kept your gaze down and could hear Naoya approach you.

"You look beautiful, my wife" he said taking your hand to kiss it.

"Thank you" you said finally looking up, you finally noticed who else stood in the courtyard it was your companion from earlier that day Samurai Choso. He smiled at you and you wish you could return the favor but simply bowed your head in his direction.

Naoya grabbed you by your waist and led you to the great dining hall that would host the guests dedicated to your families sake business.

You turned one more time towards Choso as if thanking him for the day even if you knew it didn't mean much to him as it did to you.

You entered the great dining hall, with Naoya by your side as your names were announced.

"Naoya-Sama and his wife " announced the man.

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When Choso saw you enter the courtyard he knew it, he knew he had fallen for you. He thought it was something only children did to fall madly in love with someone that they barely knew and only from the few hours the two of you had spent, but he knew it was you.

His mother had warned him about the prophecy that they had foretold at his birth. He would become one of the greatest Samurais that would be known, but he would lose all notibility if he met her. The woman who was seen in the prophecy, unnamed and beautiful she was. He would have no chance when he met this woman as to him it would feel like nothing mattered more than her.

Choso always used to fear this prohecy when his mother told him it as a boy, he always wanted to be a great warrior and defend his people, but to lose it all to someone he didnt know and it was inevitable frightened him. He tried his best to avoid all woman for this but now as he found her in you he felt like a fool, because all the time he had lived without you now felt wasted and it felt as if he could finally breath.

He knew you were the woman his mother spoke of that would stand beside him, he realized that when he saw you in the meadow with your hair flowing about as the sun hit it.

He contemplated it with himself once Naoya dismissed him, how could he be sure it was you, but then he thought of your smile and how everything the world offered made you curious, and then that thought was solidified when he saw you in the courtyard only a few minutes ago. The way the moon shone on your face as if trying to steal your beauty, he could feel the red string tied around his finger and he knew it was leading to you.

Choso had finally admitted to himself, that even though your exchange was brief no more than a few hours, that you were the one that his heart had yearned for, for so many years.

It was you.

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The festivities were in full swing after dinner was served, men began drinking, the geisha began playing and the yobai lounged about.

True to his word Naoya didn't leave your side, he treated you like his wife. Like a woman he chose to marry out of love and not benefits.

He introduced you to the people that your father worked with and who were supplying their pubs back at the Zenin Estate and now at the Kamo Estate.

The festival was going well and you were seeming to enjoy yourself even if it was for a moment, that was until you heard the head of the Kamo clan shout in anger.

"Who here has spoken to someone outside about our business opening Sake pubs!" He shouted.

"The people are uprising at the prices, they think we trying to scam them, what is this!"

Everyone stopped their chatter and quietly looked around examining who they thought the Kamo head could be referring to.

"You!" He said pointing towards you.

"It was you wasn't it, I saw you wonder off to that town, spreading false narratives to those people"

"I can assure you she didn't" Naoya said intervening.

"You think you can protect this woman"

"I will and I shall protect my wife against false accusations made against her"

"Let it be known, and as all my witness tomorrow we shall testify this statement against this girl, for now drink her sake and feast my food. If the claims are proven true then the Zenins will have more than Sake to worry about" the head of the Kamo stated.

You looked at Naoya with tears beginning to build.

"Come on let's go to the room" he said dragging you out of the great hall.

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"Don't listen to what he said, his a drunken fool, I'll clear your name in the morning and we'll be gone by the afternoon and home by the evening" Naoya said undressing.

"Thank you" you said quietly.

He walked over towards you. Slowly he began to untie your obi.

"Its alright I can do it husband"

"I'm the one who tied it I should be the one to untie it" he said sternly.

You left him to untie and he slowly took it off doing the same with your belt.

His breathing got heavier as he began to drop the kimono from your shoulders. You placed your hand on his chest.

"I can take it from here" you said.

"I haven't fucked you as a proper husband yet" he said lowering his voice.

He knew what it was doing to your body. He slowly began taking it off along with you jubani and then your undergarments.

"I know you haven't husband"

"Would you like me too?" He said with a small smirk.

Even though Naoya was trying the way his father wanted he still couldn't hide that carnal urge to take.

He kissed you slowly passionately.

Your tongues slowly dancing with each other until you submitted to his dominance.

He picked you up, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked to the closes wall pushing you against it as he humped you through his garments he still had on.

You moaned with each thrust, even though his member wasn't free you could feel it through his clothes. That large thick member that hit deep inside your aching walls. You kissed him harder thinking about bringing your own body closer to his to feel more of him. It was all to much, you moaned at the pleasure radiating through your body.

"I was never a man of foreplay....but you're changing my mind" he said smirking.

He began playing with your tits, slowly kneading them. He then sucked on one nipple while he still massaged the other breast. The pleasure of his skilled tongue moving along your nipple as he pulled, sucked and flicked your nipple with his tongue was becoming to much. He swapped his mouth and began sucking the other nipple doing the same motions.

"Please!" You begged as tears of pleasure were starting to form.

He pulled his head up from your breast and carried you to the bed, he set you upon the bed and he stood at the foot of the bed, his kimono hung open exposing his toned physique.

He walked to you on the bed. He kneeled at the foot of the bed and grabbed you by your legs. Placing each leg on the side of his head.

"You're leaking all over the bed... don't worry I'll help clean it up"

He began running his tongue up and down your aching pussy, you needed more.

"Please husband, please!"

You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for all you knew you needed to have more of his pleasure.

"My needy wife want more. What would you like my cock shoved in you?" You nodded.

"A pity I'm not their yet" he said diving back at your pussy.

He began sucking on your clit, sucking and pulling which caused your wetness to grow. He inserted a finger inside you while he sucked your clit.

The sensation of his tongue and finger was starting to become to much and you knew you were close as the knot in your stomach was unraveling.

He sensed you nearing and placed his tongue flat at your entrance moving it side to side as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

You came squirting straight into Naoyas mouth as you screamed and moaned.

You panted as you the feeling calm down you lifted your body up to see Naoya drenched with a look of a madman in his eyes.

"I'm sorry" you said as you began to panick.

He simply stood up and dropped his kimono along with his undergarments.

He once again grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist.

And with one swift movement he was in you.

"Naoya-Sama!" You screamed in pain and pleasure.

"Come on take it you're wet enough" he said as he started to thrust.

His thrusts were fast as if he needed to cum urgently.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into that womb of yours and you're going to take all my cum" he said as he moved his hand to your neck.

His thrusts were getting harder and the sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room.

He was near his thrusts were becoming sloppy now.

His body fell over yours now, his head in your neck as he rutted into your core.

He thrusted deeply into you and then you felt it as if it was the first time. The hot and warm liquid being shot into you, but this time you welcomed it and moaned at its arrival.

Naoya continued to rut till his high came down. He lifted his head from your neck starring into your eyes.

Naoya starred at you for what felt like forever until he realized he was starring and quickly got up.

He fetched a cloth to clean you. As he was about to clean you off you kissed him, without warning without permission, just kissing him as a woman who loved a man would. He was caught off guard by this action. He melted into the kiss and kissed tou back as he was about to pull away you bit his lip.

You started to giggle.

"Thank you for the evening Naoya-sama" you said as you lied on the bed waiting for him to clean you off.

Naoya was caught of guard by this change in character but he was amazed by it nonetheless.

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Naoya laid in bed with you now, you laying on his chest fast asleep as he starred into the abyss.

He knew that this moment of affection you showed him was because of how he fucked you and would be short lived and you would go back to your normal self in the morning.

But the look in your eye when he pulled out, it what his mother told him about as a child. Those sparkles like the stars he use to watch at night as a child were in your eyes.

He couldn't believe it, the small little bud of love was starting to bloom in his heart, even after the last flower that bloomed from it was destroyed, but he knew this time was different.

Naoya moved you into his arms and turned to the side holding you close, enjoying you as much as he could.

Choso stood in the courtyard looking at the star as he thought about you and the prophecy his mother spoke of again but instead of the unnamed woman she spoke of standing by him it was you.

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mastermind

satoru gojo x f!reader

in which you confess to satoru that your meeting wasn’t accidental

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

You massage the serum into your face, the tips of your fingers soothing your cheek muscles - sore from smiling all night. Your boyfriend, no fianceé, Satoru, had taken you to a gala tonight, hosted by his filthy rich parents and their even worse friends.

You knew he wasn’t a big fan of the scene, his parents strict, cold, more demeaning than most. How their son turned out to be a literal manifestation of sunshine shocks you every time you meet them again.

After spilling coffee on him and then running into you at the dorms the next day, he said your warmth, after a lifetime of cold, drew you to him. A smile glued on your face, your hair glowing in the sun, your eyes always sparkling when you talked to him.

“You’re the sun. To me anyways, angel.”

You close the bottle of the serum, staring down at the engagement ring Satoru had given you a few months prior. It was simple - a sparkling diamond surrounded by a simple gold band. Your love was warm, consistent, steady. Satoru said the ring reflected that, like the moon on a dark night. He was always corny like that, calling you the sun, the moon, the stars in between.

However, you didn’t miss Satoru’s aunt, Camilla, commenting that it was a little too dull for her liking. Satoru’s cousin, Yuki, had gotten his wife Diana a solitaire. You didn’t miss her twin sister, Cassandra, saying Satoru knew you were a gold digger, hence the need for the cheap ring, either. Satoru angrily shuffled you away before you could hear more.

Their comments didn’t bother you. Satoru hated his parents, his family, the so-called “clan” they clung to. If they were of little importance to Satoru, they were of little importance to you. What did bother you was what Satoru had said tonight.

He had pulled you aside, leading you to the balcony. You could feel him crushing you from behind, his chin resting against the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, angel.”

“Not your fault, ‘Toru. Let them talk.”

He turns you around, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You figure this is less about you, but more about how frustrated Satoru can get with his family. You lean into his touch, rubbing circles into the small of his back. You feel him deflate against you at the motion, his forehead resting against your collarbone.

“They’re wrong. We both know we met by fate.”

“What?”

“You know. You know you spilled coffee one day and then coincidentally saw me in the dorms the next day. That’s fate, angel. Invisible string, soulmates, fate. I always knew you were the one after that.”

You pale against him, still clutched in his embrace. Fate? That wasn’t fate. And it wasn’t really an accident either.

“Angel, come to bed already. I miss you.”

His voice throws you out of your thoughts, the underlying uneasiness in your chest still there. You grunt in response, leaving the bathroom and climbing into the sheets next to him. You see a smile spread over his face at the sight of you finally joining him and feel your heart twinge. Were you really lying to him? Would he hate you if you told him the truth?

He opens up his arms, inviting you to rest against his bare chest. You nestle into his arms, your cheek pressed against his sternum. You can hear his heart beating faintly against your ear, his eyes fluttering shut. But you had to tell him. He deserved to know.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you really think we met by fate?” you whisper.

He sits up, his hand cradling the side of your face.

“Of course we did, silly girl.”

“But what if it wasn’t a coincidence?”

He quirks his eyebrows, peering down into your eyes. You sit up, pulling away from him on the bed. He mimics your motion, his eyes bordering on concern as he looks into yours.

“What if I told you it wasn’t an accident that I spilled coffee on you? Or that you saw me in the dorms the next day?”

“What?”

“I saw you in the coffee shop. Every day, for two weeks. I liked you. You always got the same sugary drink and apologized for asking for so many add ons, tipped extra even if they were annoyed with you, and paid for the person behind you on Friday’s. So I spilled the coffee on you. On purpose.”

The look on his face is blank. No smile, no anger, just nothing. Fuck.

“And then. I found your dorm. I was a Resident Advisor so I checked for you on the system. I knew your name was Satoru from the cup of the coffee so I searched through all of the Satoru’s until I found you. I paced your hallway till you eventually left your dorm and saw me.”

He hops off the bed, moving towards the dresser you had placed to the side of your bed. No. No. You hop off, rushing to his side.

“Satoru, I- I wasn’t trying to be creepy, I just really cared. I knew you were the one when I saw you.”

He shuffles through the drawers, looking for something in them. What’s he looking for? His keys? Is he going to leave? He turns to face you, the blank look still plastered on his face.

“It’s just. No one wanted to play with me as a little kid. And no one picked me for school dances or wanted to talk to me at parties. I knew you wouldn’t come to me so I’d have to come to you. I schemed like that because I had to. I promise I wasn’t after you or your money or anything. I just really wanted you and only you.”

You’re not sure when you started crying, but he reaches forward, his fingers wiping the tears off the side of your cheeks. You don’t miss the small smile spreading across his face. He presses your face against his chest, crushing you in a hug once again.

“Always the crybaby, huh?”

“Hm?”

“I already knew that angel.”

“Knew what?”

“I knew that you did all that. Spilled the coffee on purpose. Came to my dorm the next day.”

Oh my god. This bastard knew the entire time. And he’s smiling about it? He lifts your hand up and places a light blue post-it note in your hand, your handwriting staring back at you.

Satoru Gojo. Glass Hall, Room 210.

You remember the note now. After looking him up on the database, you scribbled the room number onto the post-it note so you could double check that you were near the right room.

“You left that in my room when I let you in to get my number. You know, after you gave that whole winded talk about how crazy it was that we saw each other again?”

You stick your forehead against his chest, embarrassed that you were that obvious from the start. He knew from the second you met him and kept talking to you anyways. You can feel him laughing, his hands finding their way to your hair.

“Sorry, ‘Toru. Ruined your whole red string of fate fantasy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not really fate is it? I was plotting like some mastermind over here to end up with you.”

He laughs, squishing your face in his hands. You can feel your eyes still puffy from when you were crying earlier, your eyelashes wet from your tears.

“You’re so dramatic. Mastermind?”

“Shut up.”

“It’s still fate, angel. You just….pulled on the red string to get me next to you faster, that’s all.”

“That’s not how it works, Satoru.” you deadpan.

“Okay, I’ll just mention how you were a stalker in my vows instead.”

You frown, embarrassed at the fact that Satoru knew the entire time but that he could now tell other people too.

“Oh my god, calm down angel. It’s cute that you did that. Really.”

“I didn’t want to be creepy, I just knew when I saw you.” you whisper.

“And I knew when you left that in my room. Trust me. I knew the entire time.”

“I thought you were going to leave me if I told you.”

“You, unfortunately, are stuck with me. Even stalking me won’t chase me away.”

He smiles, leading you to climb back into the covers. You nestle in his arms once again, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Only he would find your intensity endearing. Maybe he was made for you.

You and Satoru make your rounds, thanking everyone for coming to your wedding. The event was small, hosted in Nanami’s garden with just twenty people in attendance. Satoru’s family was not invited, much to their dismay.

After talking to Satoru’s students from the college, you can feel your energy dying down, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, talking so much, being the center of attention.

Sensing your tiredness, Satoru drags you by the hand, to the end of the garden, towards the entrance of the hall. Propped up against the door is a white board, made by Nobara and Maki who said you simply had to have one of these at your wedding.

The board is covered with pictures of you and Satoru - studying at the coffee shop, making breakfast together, getting engaged. But there was a new addition to the board, one you’re almost positive wasn’t there two hours ago.

“I had it added. Don’t get mad, but I really do think it’s cute.”

At the center of the board, Satoru had tied your little post-it note to the board with a piece of red string. Corny idiot. You turn to him, feigning an angry look.

“Satoru.”

“Oh, don’t be mad angel.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not sure why it upsets you so much. I love it. And you.”

You crawl under his arms, burrowing yourself in his embrace.

“You owe me. This is still embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make it up to you the rest of your life, don’t you worry.”

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