crazed and delusional

jjk men’s favorite hairstyle on black f!reader!!

fluff, + the higher ups are racist

GOJO SATORU- ankle length boho butterfly locs!!

- the first time you came back from the salon with them, he wouldn’t shut up about them.

- he raved about them to anyone that would listen, and to the people that wouldn’t too but

- he would constantly shower you in compliments every chance he could so you knew what his favorite hairstyle was.

- he also really liked it since he higher ups hated it. they hated whenever you did anything, and tried imposing hairstyle restrictions just to smite you.

- of course satoru took immediate action and shut them down as soon as he heard about it. he didn’t want anyone feeling entitled to speak on how you wore your hair.

GETO SUGURU- wash n go’s!

- suguru loves whenever you wear your hair in its curly state, and so do the twins

- he loves the style mainly because you also ask him to help you with it so it wouldn’t take foreve

- his favorite thing is playing with your hair, plus his love language is acts of service, so helping you with your hair is the best of both worlds in his opinion.

- the only thing he doesn’t like is the clean up after. the gel sticking uncomfortably to his skin grosses him out, but at least you’re happy.

NANAMI KENTO- hard wig, soft life

- nanami loves that one wig you’ve worn over 10 times

- maybe he has some sort of blindness that makes it so he can’t see the lifting lace and obvious hump at the top of your head.

- whenever you mention it, he says he doesn’t notice it

“you cant be serious, kento.” you almost laughed. “that wig ain’t even a wig no more, it’s more like a birds nest now.” you tried to explain to him. by the look in his eye, he wasn’t getting it.

“i think it looks fine,” he expressed. you almost rolled your eyes. “but you know a lot more about hair than me.” he admitted, although he really didn’t see any issues with wearing that wig one last time..

TOJI FUSHIGURO- curly flip over!!

- the first time you got this style, he didn’t say anything at first. after a week he finally asked, “did you get your hair done?”

- when you said yes, he just huffed out a quick, “looks nice” and went on about his day.

- a few months later and after around 6 different hairstyles, he finally decided to speak up when you asked him what hairstyle you should try next.”

“what happened to that one hairstyle?” he plainly asked, eyes shifting between you and his phone.

you’re eyebrows furrowed slightly as you stared at him in annoyance, “what hairstyle? i’ve had like— i don’t know— a million at this point?” you quipped. he grumbled at your tone. “y’know, that one curly one, you didn’t tell me what it was called.” he huffed out.

- after a few minutes of back and forth, you finally realized he was talking about your curly flip over. maybe by a miracle.

“you didn’t even noticed it until a week later! you didn’t even compliment it once!” you said in some sort of disbelief, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.

“never asked.” he replied, looking back at his phone with a lazy smile on his face.

CHOSO- two puffs!

- choso absolutely loves whenever you wear your two puffs.

- he says it because you both are matching, and because it means that you’ll be getting a new hairstyle soon.

- he loves coming home and seeing a new hairstyle on your head.

- the first time he saw you with a different hairstyle, he was so confused.

you could feel his stare on you. his eyebrows anchored together as he tried to decipher how your hair was just a puffy afro, to now in a 28’ half up-half down..

“how..?” he asked, his hand raising to touch your first new install. you swatted him away before speaking, “it’s a wig, cho.” he was even more confused now. “what do you mean, a wig?”

you spent an hour that day explaining different hairstyles to him.

“so, your regular hair is underneath that?” he asked, feeling like his head was about to explode from all the information you loaded onto him.

you nodded, and he went quiet. his expression shifted to more of a concerned look. he hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to say before he asked, “who’s hair is that?”

SUKUNA- head wraps!!

- he doesn’t really attention to your hair, claiming that cosmetic adjustments are unimportant to him.

- however, he does like it whenever you wear your head scarfs and head wraps.

- he never mentions it, but he notices how the colors from the scarfs make your facial features pop more.

- he also likes them because of something easy for you to do and not have to worry about maintaining.

- he hates whenever you leave for your hair appointments, also quietly grimacing whenever you gather your things to leave

- you came back confused when he was pouty, sitting on the bed with a worried expression on your face. whenever you asked him what was wrong, he would just huff and say, “leave your hair alone woman.”

- translation: “please don’t leave me for hours i missed you”

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you step into your apartment, keys dropped somewhere, shoes half-kicked off, your bag slumped against the tile.

“you’re late.”

his voice comes from the living room, low and steady. you peek around the corner and there he is, tie loosened, sleeves rolled. higuruma doesn’t look up right away, pen still moving.

“double shift,” you mumble, voice scratchy. “someone called in sick. then someone else. then a code blue—”

he looks up and clicks his pen shut, soft smile on his face. “come here, love.”

you shuffle over, limbs heavy. he stands before you reach him and his hand comes up, thumb brushing under your eye.

“you didn’t eat,” he says.

“i did,” you lie weakly.

his brow twitches. he doesn’t argue. instead, he exhales, slowly, and sits back down.

“sit.”

you expect the couch. instead, he guides you down onto his lap, firm hands at your waist before you can protest. you let out a soft noise, half-surprised, half-relieved, melting against him without meaning to.

“you’re burning out,” he murmurs against your temple.

“mm. can’t. patients—”

“i know.” his voice softens, almost unbearably so. “i know.”

his hand slides up your back, slow and grounding.

you sigh, head dropping into his shoulder. his fingers trace absent patterns along your spine, then lower, then back up again, deliberate, thoughtful.

“you take care of everyone,” he says, voice dipping. “but you come home like this.” his grip tightens just a little at your waist. “that’s unacceptable.”

you huff a tired laugh. “sort of my job.”

his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your skin. you inhale sharply, more awake now, nerves flickering back to life under his touch.

“hiromi…”

“you need to be reminded,” he continues, voice calm but laced with something heavier now, “that you’re allowed to feel good too.”

his lips brush your ear and you curl your fingers onto his shirt. “will you let me take care of you, love?” he murmurs into your neck, kissing the crook of it softly.

you nod into his chest and he hums, slowly turning you so your back is to the couch, and he sinks to his knees between your legs, large palms spreading your thighs as he gazes up at you with a softness that makes you ache.

“will you let me?” he repeats, quieter, tugging down your scrubs and kissing the soft skin of your thighs.

“y—yeah,” you breathe out, sighing, tugging at his hair.

hiromi always has you cumming in minutes.

it never takes long with him and his gentle, reverent kisses. the way he knows each spot that makes you squirm. how his tongue laps at your cunt so carefully, licking and pushing into you with practiced ease.

these kinds of nights end the same way too. after you fall apart on his tongue, moaning his name between gasps, he carries you to bed, eats you out again, then fucks you slowly and deeply and softly.

you're stood in the nursery, one hand resting on your hip as you try to catch your breath, inspecting the freshly arranged shelf of baby clothes and blankets before you. sighing, you turn to take in the room around you — all expensive furniture and soft cream curtains, piles of toys and baby socks and shoes, all courtesy of your husband and his spoiling habit.

-

"toru, this is the tenth pair of shoes you've bought!" you'd scolded, watching as he set down the bags filled with baby supplies, making his way over to you with a cheeky grin. he'd put his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your skin before pressing his lips to your hair in a soft kiss.

"just wanna spoil my kid, is that so wrong?" he'd murmured, pulling back to look down at you through soft ivory lashes. he'd moved his hand to rest against your stomach, touch feather soft, feeling the bump.

you hated how convincing he could be, how easily you'd melt at his sweet words.

"whatever. just...the baby's only gonna have one pair of feet, so keep that in mind.”

-

you smile to yourself, rolling your eyes as you take in the pile of teething toys and ultra-soft baby blankets placed neatly in baskets in the corner of the room. maybe you'd been too soft on your husband's spending habits.

you're exhausted: you've changed the nursery interior for the hundredth time already since satoru has been gone, sent away by the higher-ups on yet another long mission. you knew he'd be alright — he isn’t the strongest for no reason, after all — and yet you can't help the anxiousness gnawing at your mind each day. consequently you’ve found yourself constantly holed up in the newly-renovated nursery, reorganising whatever you can get your hands on, almost in a subconscious need for any kind of control.

time not spent worrying about satoru was instead spent on worrying about the baby, about motherhood, about whether you'd truly be able to step up to such a huge role.

before you have time to spiral yet again, however, you hear the front door click open, dragging you from your nervous state of mind.

as you make your way to the hall, you immediately smile as your eyes fall on the familiar milky white mess of hair, taking in satoru’s features, the way his brows are furrowed just slightly in an unspoken sense of exhaustion, shoulders lowered a fraction. he looks worn down, eroded around the edges in a way you’ll never fully get used to after his particularly rough missions, and any words you had catch in your throat.

“hey, beautiful.” it comes out as more of a whisper, his voice hoarse. he shrugs off his sorcerer jacket before gently stepping forward to look at you, thumb stroking your cheek.

you both don’t speak — you don’t really have to — but he silently guides you through the hallway, stilling at the nursery door to peak in, throwing you a quick glance.

“you rearranged it again?”

“..mhm. i was bored, so..”

he smiles at that, a tiny curl of the lips. nodding, he guides you to the bedroom, sitting you down onto the bed, hands on your shoulders. he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, tenderly tucking it behind your ear before speaking.

“you’ve been working too hard on yourself with all the redecorating. just…rest.”

his expression is concerned, handsome features warm and gentle in the evening lamplight. averting your gaze, you bite at the inside of your cheek, too tired to argue back or think of a witty remark to throw at him. instead, you stare at your lap, feeling that piercing blue gaze boring into you.

sighing, satoru slowly lays down on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. he props himself up against the headboard slightly before using a hand to lightly pull on your wrist, manoeuvring you onto your side. one of his arms is hooked around you resting on your arm as your head rests on his chest, your own arm slung over his body. you both lay like that for a short while, the room silent except for the gentle sound of your joint breathing as you feel the rise and fall of his chest under your head.

he speaks softly, so quiet you almost miss it.

“…missed you.”

you hum in agreement, eyes flicking up to meet his momentarily. it’d been a week since you’d seen satoru, and for a moment he looked so vulnerable, so worn down by the constant missions and the higher-ups and life itself.

you both lay like that for a while, his hand eventually finding its way to the ends of your hair, gently stroking through them as his eyes fall over your face, expression fond.

you pull out your phone sleepily, setting on scrolling through parenting forums before bed as always. it’s become a kind of habit by now, a regular part of your evening routine. you’d just needed to soothe the guilt a little, to feel like you were making enough of an effort for the baby whilst satoru was gone.

most days, the sinking feeling would only grow worse, a kind of deep-rooted sense of inferiority settling deep in your gut: the fear that you’re not enough, that you’re letting your husband down. you chew at your lip as you scroll, pressing down on the flesh hard, a subtle nervous tell of yours — one that satoru doesn’t miss, of course.

he tries not to overthink it, instead opting to smile sweetly down at you, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head before speaking.

“what’re you looking at, gorgeous?”

“nothing...just forums..”

before you can stop him, however, he’s already playfully snatched the phone out of your grasp, long arm reached out so you can’t take it back.

“come on, you can tell me, what’s got you troubled baby?”

he peers at the screen, his playful grin softening into something deeper, like concern mixed with a hint of fondness.

“hey, what’s this all about?”

you avoid his gaze, trying to turn your face towards his chest, but he gently eases it up to face him again with his finger.

his gaze flickers over your face for a second before he speaks softly.

“look at me.” his expression is almost stern save for the lingering gentleness in his features, brows tilted in concern. “you don’t need to worry about this, okay? you’ll be amazing. i know you will.”

he rubs your arm in gentle motions, feeling the tension slowly leave your body as you lean into his touch. his other hand comes down to rest on the side of your stomach, palm flat against it, searching for a tiny kick. sighing, you finally let your eyes flutter shut.

“…thanks, toru.”

author’s notes: thank you so much @mariisagb for the req i love you and hope you like it!! i’m very thankful to my friends for helping me with this i had such a huge crisis so thankyou hana and darling especially for the ideas/for helping me check this fic through🥹i love u both sm i'm really nervous about posting this tbh taglist (thank you!!): @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend @kissthesword @mochiakun @rielovesphel @yujismissingfingers @megumigooner @vanillaascented @megumisrighttoe @catgvrl @dreamydaredevil

husband!satoru x wife!reader!!!! headcannons

fluff, angst with ambiguous ending

husband!satoru who comes home every night and goes straight to bothering you. he acts just like he did in high school, except now you have his last name and sleep in the same bed on a more regular basis.

husband!satoru who calls every morning, afternoon, and night whenever he’s overseas. he’ll check the time back home to make sure he isn’t waking you up, even if he has to stay up until 6am to do it. he just misses you so much!!

husband!satoru who has a monthly subscription to 10 different goodie bag(?) services that all ship to you regularly. he’s always more eager to open them than you are.. but he insists that they’re for you!

husband!satoru who has a bunch of different interests and hobbies that he randomly tells you about. you wonder where he gets the time for all these but he never gives you a direct answer..

husband!satoru who talks about you to everyone whither they would listen or not. he brags about your cooking, your personality, and how strong you were (although he’s the stronger one, he’d make sure no one forget it.) he just loves bragging about you!

husband!satoru who built a small house for all your weird pets on your estate. you have a habit to adopt literally any animal that breaths and looks at you with big beady eyes.

husband!satoru who almost smothered you to death with hugs when you found out you were pregnant. he swears you’re crazy when you bring this up but you definitely remember him crying his eyes out and throwing up a little bit too.

husband!satoru who almost passed out when he found out you were having twins. when he saw the two small bodies on the ultrasound he swore time slowed down a little bit.

husband!satoru who— in the first time in his whole existence— kept your pregnancy a secret from everybody. when his students asked where you were? he made up and answer. you’re friends wanted to see you? you had plans with your husband, no drinking allowed! when you told him you didn’t want your pregnancy to be more drama that the jujutsu world was talking about, he understood and kept his mouth shut.

husband!satoru who spent hours, days and nights, working on the twins bedroom. he wanted it to be perfect, enough through they wouldn’t be in it for a few years after they were born. he still felt like he had to do something.

husband!satoru who was sent to shibuya the week you were due. you could sense his nerves— how he didn’t want to leave you alone while you were moments away from going into labor. he wanted to be there to see his children born and to be with his wife.

husband!satoru who laid next to you the night before he had to leave, his hand over your swollen stomach as he felt his children kick against him. you watched his face intensely. every other his they kicked he couldn’t stop smiling. now he looked drained, like he knew something would happen and it would keep him from the one thing he wanted.

husband!satoru who left you with a small smile, leaving you with a small promise.

“i’ll be back. y’know i wouldn’t miss the birth of our first twins.”

husband!satoru who was sealed the night you went into labor.

husband!satoru who had broke his promise.

in which fiancé!gojo wants to call off his engagement with you.

angst with no real ending

the days grew longer with each mission. sore muscles mixed with exhaustion pulsed through the skin and pierced it throughly. every other day was a meeting. more room for judgment and opinions that were better left unsaid. more mental exhaustion. every day was full of anxious thoughts about the future, what it would hold and what it would entail.

maybe he was scared? you couldn’t tell. all you could see was the shell of the man you oh-so-badly wanted to marry.

the two of you stood silently outside in your shared backyard. the two of you shared everything, expect for the legally binding ceremony that merged your lives together.

his hands held yours. more like imprisoned, like he was the one grounding you. that’s what he told himself. that’s what he really wanted to believe.

“i can’t do this.” he said, his voice the quietest you’ve ever heard him. he couldn’t look at you. his eyes stayed glued to the ring that sat on your finger. “.. i can’t put you through this.”

he remembered how anxious he was when he proposed. he was quiet then too.

at least then he could look at you then.

“i want to call off the engagement.”

you wanted to act surprised, like you had no idea this was coming. maybe it hurt more now that he was saying it. maybe it hurt more now knowing that this is what he really wanted.

you felt your face grow hot with emotions you couldn’t pinpoint. you felt the tears well up and dive down your cheeks, leading down to your chin, taking the journey only to be forgotten about. just like you and this relationship he was so ready to give up on.

he refused to look at you.

your hands were trembling, but you were able to break free from his deathly grasp. it was a lot easier than you thought it would be. he didn’t know what to expect now. you didn’t know what to expect.

“you know i love you, right?” he asked, more to himself. why was questioning everything now. with the feeling of your hands gone, he could finally feel the mistake he was making.

he huffed out a sound adjacent to a laugh. “but y’know what they say. if you love her, you gotta let her go.” he muttered. he was basically talking to himself now.

he didn’t want to do this, but the guilt he felt from not being able to give you the life you deserved ate him up inside.

wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around him, embedding the feeling the warmth of his body to your memory. you could feel the way his heart beat quickened. you embraced him, your hands snaking up the line of his spin into his soft white hair that you loved to play with. his hands froze for a moment of uncertainty before he dipped them to hold your lower back.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment. you allowed yourselves to be in each others presence. the two of you listened to the wind that blew against the earth, knocking and shaking the trees and their leaves alive. in moments like these, he could almost forget about everything happening to the world around him.

almost.

you took a deep breath, inhaling the soft smell of his body wash and your moisturizer that he insists he uses. the memory pulling a smile from you before you ultimately pulled away from the embrace, your hands traveling up to cup his face, encouraging him to look at you.

“we’ll get through this together. i’m here to stay.” you muttered, watching his expression harden.

“i’m not gonna let you give up.”

in which choso indulges in something he knows he shouldn’t.

themes of infidelity, angsty sexual intimacy, dry humping, biting, choking, unsafe sex, morally grey characters, high sex so dub con(?) no aftercare, 18+ only pls

he knew there was something off about you.

maybe it was the way your voice softened whenever you spoke to him. maybe it was the way your eyes would stare into his with such deep intensity that it made him physically sweat. maybe it was the way you lingered a half-a-second longer before leaving his apartment. his head rung with memories of last night.

you had a vibe around yourself. you were calm, easy to talk too, but very calculated. it made him feel almost inferior to you, in some way. that feeling left whenever you two were high together. you laughed easier, smiled softer, smelled better. maybe it was the weed that made him think those things. maybe it was excuses he made for himself.

“she’s just my friend.” he remembered saying that, he hated how those words tasted in his mouth. he forced himself to say it, he forced himself to believe it too.

“but you know how i feel about her! i see the way she looks at you choso, don’t be an idiot!” he watched as his girlfriend screamed at him, tears falling from her eyes, her lips puffy from the pain and anger she was feeling.

he wished he could bring himself to give a shit about how she felt. with your body atop of his, your lips meeting his own, he could care less about what his girlfriend had to say.

maybe it was the weed that made him act so irrational, maybe it was the feelings he suppressed when it came to you. maybe it was the tears that you shed for him, begging him to break up with his girlfriend so you two could finally be together. he searched for anything other than himself to blame.

his mind was lost in a sea of colors, confusing time and space together. he was getting whiplash. he could only focus on a few things at a time, and you made sure that all his focus was poured on to you.

੭﹕ lost tapes ! ۶ৎ nerdy satoru gojo x reader c/w: nsfw. fem reader w fem anatomy. exhibitionism (sort-of), he finds your sex tapes & uses them. m masturbation. 1.1k w/c.

“Fuh-fuckkk, just like that, baby…”

Satoru’s going to hell fast, he knows it, but he just can’t help himself. Gliding his cum-soaked palm over his shaft up to the glistening bulb of his cockhead, tugging at the sensitive tip and biting his lip to keep from whimpering at the sparks that light up his nerves. 

And really, for all of his famed self-discipline in the world of jujutsu sorcery, he really can’t stop. His cock burns raw from overuse, so tender now that every callus and ridge of skin against skin has him shivering where he sprawls in his desk chair.

All because he’d found your home videos.

He’d barely been your tutor for a couple months, but your secret admirer? Years.

So what if he’d used study sessions and your many stacks of assignments to get close to you— it wasn’t like he was hindering your progress. In fact, he was proud to say that your grade-point average had only skyrocketed since he’d gotten closer to you.

So close, in fact, that you didn’t even blink when he’d offered to fix your laptop after it began to run painfully slow. Gratefully nodding up at him with that sweet, innocent little smile, promising him that you’d repay him someday for the favor.

Would this count? Probably not.

Did he still jump on the opportunity to snoop through your laptop after he’d fixed the issue? 

Absolutely.

Satoru wonders how far he’d fallen the moment he spotted the do not open folder in all capital letters and clicked it open anyways. Strong jaw dropping open the moment he’d spotted the thumbnails and file titles, all some variation of a clickbait one-liner and trope paired with the most devious angles of you, you with another man, you with multiple men.

Amateur girl his ass.

‘’Wanna tell me something?’’ Were the first words you spoke when you entered your bedroom after stepping out of it to go to the bathroom. When you were washing your hands, you noticed something. Your hair products weren't organised the way you had left them. Then you thought back to the moment when he went to the bathroom.

He took much longer than usual to the point you were starting to worry. But when you wanted to check on him, he stepped out, walking past you as if nothing had happened. Everything was fine. Nothing suspicious was going on. You narrowed your eyes at him, his luscious hair falling (mind you, he had his hair tied up in a bun before he walked into your bathroom. He plumped back into your bed, where he had been entertaining himself while you were studying at your desk. Your boyfriend had promised he wouldn't distract you once he came over. All he wanted, was to sleep in your bed and feel your presence. You couldn't help but catch the scent when he walked past you. A scent that wasn't his. When you asked him about it, he chalked it up to using your perfume since he wanted to feel like you were hugging him while he lay in your bed, smothered by your blankets and pillows. All because you were too busy to cuddle with him. He was so spoiled.

You rolled your eyes and got to work until you had to pee. Which brings you to said moment. Grabbing your favourite leave-in conditioner, opening it, and finding a chunk of it was missing. Your expensive oil, bought at your favourite Afro shop, was half empty, and you didn't want to look at the other products he had used. You were fairly certain he used your wig spray too, with an emphasis on 'wig'.

You walked out standing in front of your bed. He was turned with his back towards you. When you posed the question, he didn't move. Only when you pulled the covers off him and he hid his face. Not in embarrassment, no. He didn't want you to get mad at the fact that he was laughing at you.

‘’I will ask you again, do you want to tell me something?’’ He burst out laughing. While you were complaining his laughter grew until he pulled you into bed with him and wrapped his arms around you. Leaving you unable to move. Trying to fight yourself out of his grip, you gave up when you noticed nothing was helping. He kissed you all over although you were still mad at him.

‘’That stuff is expensive, baby,’’ you whined and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

‘’I'm sorry, I won't do it again.’’‘’You're lying.’’

‘’I am, but hey,’’ he whispered with that sly smirk on his face. ‘’At least I smell like you now.’'

You shoved him off you and he promised he'd take care of all your haircare from now on. Be it conditioner or leave-in conditioner, shampoos, masks, oils, etc. He'd take care of all of it. If he got to use them from time to time.

SMAU; yuji attempts to get quiet!reader’s number!…and succeeds..?

illi’s notez!; 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 lowkey a filler post while i work on other stuff, but we won’t focus on that… divider creds; @/cursed-carmine. masterlist