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GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! 𝓼. gojo

SYNOPSIS satoru gojo; a beloved fraternity brother and star basketball player of his college gets his feelings hurt after a one night stand at a party. he's never gotten the attention of a girl who doesn't push his snobby, cocky agenda. strangely enough, it hooked him. however, through his journey to get his attention, his skills begin to lack and his reputation is on the line . . . ultimately, would he rather perserve the campus' perception or fall limp to his temptations

𓂃⟡ STAR PLAYERS frat, basketball player! satoru x fem! reader

𓂃⟡ BEST READ? light mode / dark mode

TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS suggestive content , minimal smut (implied one night stand + handjob) , profanity , gojo and geto play for the same team , gojo's a senior + reader is a junior , mention of yuji + nobara + megumi being college freshmen , yearner! gojo , shoko + suguru cameos , brief mentions of other characters, reader pushing gojo away , one sided love , moderately updated

𓂃⟡. TAGLIST ( 0 / 50 )

AUTHOR'S NOTICE dividers belong to me, layout inspo credited to v3is, art belongs to xiaoshy_otp on twitter! , wowiee first series on my own teehee. this is not my 3k special, instead it's one of the three series' i'm planning to complete. this is a short series! it's not going to be a full length book which is unfortunate to some of you guys ;w; i hope you guys enjoy this! i'll try to update this every once in a while but updates are slow as of now

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ prologue ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ . chapter one , chapter two , chapter three , chapter four , chapter five

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you originally wanted to take over the caring girlfriend role — massages after a long day, tons of kisses, caring for your baby girl; but where you and sukuna bumped heads was cooking dinner.

you've never dated a man so picky with his cuisine; either something was too salty or too sweet, the meat was either undercooked or stretchy when grinded between teeth. he always had a critique of you, it was hell on earth. more than his presence.

" then how about i stop cooking for you then? " you huffed, standing behind the island in the kitchen. you and his petty arguments go way back to before you two started dating.

" sounds perfect, actually. " he snobbed. god, he loved getting on your nerves and proving you right. he believed no glutton could excuse their gluttony if they had no culinary knowledge — a true glutton at heart. a talented one. " i'll even make you a plate, let you taste true art. "

your face twitched in annoyance. " you like your meat still bleeding and overly salty. no thank you. " you sat on a stool at the island, scrolling through your phone as the clatter of pots and pans served as background noise. he got under your skin so much, it put you in a sour mood every damn time.

that is, until your remedy waddled into the kitchen. " daddy? what are you doing? "she asked, dressed in her pajamas and cradling a stuffed animal in her arms. " nothing. go back to bed, brat. " you glared at the back of his head, he felt it. he claims he uses the term 'brat' affectionately, but he uses the same term to address his nephew (who he can barely tolerate).

" i wanna help! " she yelled, walked over to your stool, tugging at your sleeve. " mommy, can i help daddy cook? "

just to spite him, you agreed. you've tried cooking with sukuna multiple times, but he just ends up scolding you and telling you everything you're doing faulty, rarely everything you're doing efficiently. plus, sukuna isn't too fond of people in a space he works best in. he'll gladly shoo you out.

" i don't need help, " he clarified.

" yes, you do. " you smiled, knowing you were working a nerve. " cook with your daughter, suku. it'll be fun. "

he huffed, hoistering her up on his broad shoulders, a laugh mixed with a squeal coming from her mouth which was missing some baby teeth already. " don't touch anything, don't tell me what to do. stay there and keep your mouth shut. " his harsh words never phased her, she took it as her father's form of affection. he could scold and cuddle her in the same time frame.

she rested her chin into his hair, looking down at the pan as the steak seared, intrigued. she would slip off sometimes, with how broad and wide sukuna was, but it seemed she was determined to stay with how she adjusted herself quickly, and he was determined to keep her there as he would aid her.

he took the meat off the heat, letting it rest on a plate as it was already basted in butter with slight spice. " what are we doing now? " she asked.

" waiting, " he said.

" for what? "

" for it to cool. hush. " he sliced a piece soon enough, letting red liquid ooze out onto the plate which made your face grimace in disgust. he liked eating his meat near raw, which you never understood and frankly never wanted to.

" is it done? is it done? " she looked amazed, a contrast to your expression. " can i eat some?? please, pretty please! "

he lifted a piece to her mouth. " unlike your mother, you have taste. "

" do not feed her that! "

© 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌

♥︎ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ok hi sorry for the break ahem take this as compensation ;w;

fratjo and his shy nerd (ᗒ3ᗕ) . fluff + smudge angst/comfort

GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! 𝓼. gojo

SYNOPSIS satoru gojo; a beloved fraternity brother and star basketball player of his college gets his feelings hurt after a one night stand at a party. he's never gotten the attention of a girl who doesn't push his snobby, cocky agenda. strangely enough, it hooked him. however, through his journey to get his attention, his skills begin to lack and his reputation is on the line . . . ultimately, would he rather perserve the campus' perception or fall limp to his temptations

𓂃⟡ STAR PLAYERS frat, basketball player! satoru x fem! reader

𓂃⟡ BEST READ? light mode / dark mode

TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS suggestive content , minimal smut (implied one night stand + handjob) , profanity , gojo and geto play for the same team , gojo's a senior + reader is a junior , mention of yuji + nobara + megumi being college freshmen , yearner! gojo , shoko + suguru cameos , brief mentions of other characters, reader pushing gojo away , one sided love , moderately updated

𓂃⟡. TAGLIST ( 0 / 50 )

AUTHOR'S NOTICE dividers belong to me, layout inspo credited to v3is, art belongs to xiaoshy_otp on twitter! , wowiee first series on my own teehee. this is not my 3k special, instead it's one of the three series' i'm planning to complete. this is a short series! it's not going to be a full length book which is unfortunate to some of you guys ;w; i hope you guys enjoy this! i'll try to update this every once in a while but updates are slow as of now

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ prologue ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ . chapter one , chapter two , chapter three , chapter four , chapter five

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Jock!Yuji who everybody knows that he’s very happily taken. By you, of course. Girls don’t even try to ask him out anymore because they know he’ll give them a small smile and literally start talking about buying you a new plushie. “Do you think my girlfriend likes this pink or this one? I think it’s this one because she uses this shade a lot but she also said she wanted different shades for her room..”

Jock!Yuji who will barge into your dorm room and throw himself onto your soft bed filled with plushies, a billion pink cushions and the fuzziest blanket ever. He’ll be sweaty after practice and flop onto your neatly made bed, laughing mischievously if you tell him off for making the bed messy.

Jock!Yuji who’s the loud to your shyness. He knows your every single orders off the top of your head but encourages you to try and order yourself, though pressing a kiss to your temple when you squeeze his hand as a silent ask for him to do it. If it’s the wrong order? He’s not scared to speak up. Someone’s being a little too close? He’s wrapping an arm on your waist.

Jock!Yuji who makes everything a big deal when you come to his football games. “DID YOU SEE THAT, BABY?” as you shyly nod, embarrassed with all the looks on you. Or when he wins the final point, instead of huddling his team, he runs towards you and kisses you right in front of everyone. “Yuji! Everyone’s watching!” You hiss, and he pecks your nose again. “Good.”

Jock!Yuji who will talk for hours as he sits beside you. Yet the second you look like you want to say something, he’s shutting up and listening intently, grasping every single word you’re saying (though sometimes it doesn’t work because he’s thinking how gentle your voice sounds.)

Jock!Yuji who WILL match pink pajamas with you, and be your Guinea pig for makeup and skincare. Because it is all worth it for seeing you giggle while touching his face gently with cucumbers (that he eats to annoy you) and having glowing skin.

Jock!Yuji who is the taste tester for all your treats you bake. The second you text him ‘I’ve made cookies!’ He’s SPRINTING. One time you gave the first cookie to your friend, and he sulked for hours. You had to kiss him with apologies, and shove the rest of the cookies in his mouth.

Jock!Yuji who goes to you when everything is too loud. You’re his safe quiet space. He’ll come to your dorm room late at night, and nuzzle his face in your lap as you stroke his pink locks, lulling him to sleep.Jock!Yuji who you CANNOT pry him off of. Especially cuddling. He’ll be sprawled out on top of you when you wake up. You’ll slightly smack his back and try and push him off, but he’s crazy heavy. And when you finally find some space, he’s like a magnet and right on top of you five minutes later. 

Jock!Yuji who has adapted to your music, aesthetic, your everything. Happily. He will wear hand made bracelets that look out of place on his large wrist to class. “Dude, what even is that?” “A bracelet.” “It has unicorn charms on it.”

Jock!Yujiwho is slightly less hopeless in studies now that he has his awesome sauce tutor. Only problem is that he gets way too distracted with you.

Jock!Yujiwho hates seeing you cry. And he hated himself even more when you were sobbing about how you thought you weren’t for him. He hugged you hard that night, as your body shook, suppressing tears of his own. Because if anything, it’s him that doesn’t deserve you.

Jock!Yuji who loves you more than anything and always will.

SUGAR ! HONEY ! LOVE !

♡ . a gentle evening baking 𝒮weet honey cookies

♱ cw : fluff fluff . toddler yuji we love him . non sorcerer au . sukuna and reader are married , babysitting yuji , no use of y/n / use of nicknames + petnames . chef!sukuna mention . surprise at the end . super short lowk ... kinda seems lazy but i got lost at what i could include halfway , semi proofread ignore any mistakes

༝ wc :

1 . prepare the dough ,

''thank you for taking him off my hands for today.'' jin stands at the door, sheepishly tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers, glasses perched on the tip of his nose before adjusting them.

waving a hand, ''don't be silly, i was missing this little guy. plus, it was getting boring in this house myself, ryomen is still out at work.'' you shifted the small boy clinging onto your side like a tree monkey,

jin's hands switched at his side as his phone rung, swallowing hard. ''im sorry i couldn't stay a little longer, and im sorry if it looked like this is just a drop and run-- but I've got to go.''

you chuckled, yuji raising a chubby hand, ''bye bye!''

goodbye's were quickly shared before heading inside.

yuji immediately plopped himself on the couch once you let him down, already switching youtube on and watching whatever roblox? you think gameplay.

''what are you watching?'' you called out from the kitchen, preparing a snack plate for him.

he charged into the kitchen, shadow boxing as he spoke; ''roblox game! its jujutsu shenanigans! fighting game!''

jujutsu shenanigans? wow you felt old, what was that even? ''calm down, little boxer. the kitchen isn't a boxing ring,'' combing his spikey pink hair back, handing him a slightly worn, plastic spiderman plate with his favourite snacks.

watching him toddle back onto the plush couch, you sat yourself at the kitchen island, scrolling through your social media apps, until you spotted something that caught your attention.

' EASY & SIMPLE SWEET HONEY COOKIE STEP BY STEP RECIPE! - mrs gojo's bakery '

you heard about mrs gojo's bakery before, top stars on every review. why not give it a try?

''yuji, want to help me bake some cookies for uncle kuna?'' ''yes yes yes!!''

tv turned low, yuji standing on a stepping stool as you read out the step by step instructions. everything needed already out Infront of you. ''okay, you washed your hands, right yuji?''

he froze, before nodding. ''yup.''

''go wash them or we don't start, that's important rules of the kitchen.'' met with a whine, he got off of the stool, pushed it over to the sink and washed his hands.

''okay, now we're ready! step one, prepare the dough. ' combine butter, sugar, honey, and salt in a large bowl. beat together until creamy. add eggs and vanilla, mixing until smooth. gradually add flour until just combined. chill the dough for 1-2 hours ' ''

guiding yuji's hands to drop the butter, sugar, honey and salt in the bowl, it was going easy. until he squirted all of the honey on the counter!

''m' sowwey, auntie!'' he pouted, clinging onto your leg.

sighing, collecting some kitchen towels and cleaning spray, you shushed him lightly. ''its okay, everyone makes mistakes, even the biggest of chefs and bakers.''

that seemed to do the trick, washing his now-sticky hands as you put the dough mixture into the fridge to chill.

2 . shape the cookies ,

'' 'scoop the dough into balls and flatten them slightly. bake at 375°F (190°C) for 9-10 minutes or until golden' .''

taking the dough after two hours out of the fridge, you took a spoonful and plopped it down onto a tray, spreading it out and doing the same thing over and over again. yuji was feeling a little sleepy so he dozed off onto the couch. which was fine because this was probably the most uninteresting part for a kid.

once they were all set, you took a small rolling pin from your kitchen drawer and flattened the cookies. some a little bit bigger than others but who cares.

sukuna wouldn't budge over cookies, biggie.

humming a advert tune that was stuck in your head to keep you busy, it was time to heat them up.

carefully cleaning out the oven, placing the tray inside and shutting the oven door, heating up the oven to what the step by step instructions say.

deciding to spend your 10 minutes catching up on your show, you wanted to text sukuna just to have a conversation with him... but it was a little hard since he would be going full gordon ramsey right about now.

honestly, if you ever worked for him even you would be scared. a cramped space, someone yelling orders, people crowding around the restaurant; eugh. not for you.

3 . cool and serve ,

'' 'cool and serve: let the cookies cool on the baking sheet for a few minutes before transferring to a wire rack. enjoy them warm or with a drink. ~ these steps will help you create delicious honey cookies that are soft, chewy, and perfect for any occasion. for more detailed instructions and variations, refer to the provided recipes', other than that, enjoy! . ''

getting caught up with calling your friends, forgetting about the cookies... some of them were a little burnt at the edges.

so to try cover up this sneakily, you started to make some frosting to decorate! plus some sprinkles from the last time yuji wanted to bake cupcakes.

laying them out to perfect your handwriting with the piping, designing some plain ones at the side, it was finished!

waking a sleepy yuji up, ''mmhhh, auntieee!'' he squealed, attaching himself to you. ''are the cookies finish?''

''mhm, i decorated them too, you were still napping and i had a little plan...'' ''wat is it?''

once sukuna got home, he kicked off his shoes, hung his jacket on the wrack and tossed his keys in the bowl next to a fern plant. ''m' home.'' his familiar voice rung out the hallway,

''uncle kunaaaa!'' yuji's fast feet ran out to his uncle, throwing himself as sukuna caught him, raising a brow.

hiking him up against his chest comfortably, -''when did you get here, y' brat?'' roughly ruffling the little boy's hair with rough hands, making him giggle and pat at his shoulder.

''auntie bake cookies,'' his grabby hands tugged at sukuna's chef uniform, now he was intrigued.

''she did?'' lowering yuji as he sprinted back into the dimly lit kitchen, he stretched and cracked his bones before heading in after him. ''babe, what did'ya make?--''

''surprise!'' ''SUPRIS!''

sukuna's whole body froze, his eyes widening as he read the message and saw what yuji was holding.

''you're going to be a daddy!'' combined with a small gift box and a positive pregnancy stick inside.

you're pregnant.

“behave, brat. don’t crawl all over her when she’s here.” ryomen looks at an excited yuji, who’s bouncing off the walls in the living room.

“i’m excited! i wanna see her, i wanna see her! when’s she coming over?” he shouts, referring to you, his older brother’s girlfriend.

right as yuji asks, the doorbell rings, and he runs while shouting, “she’s here, she’s—“

on the porch, you hear muffled yelling inside from a high-pitched voice, most likely from sukuna’s little brother yuji. quietly, you tap your floor against the wood and hum to yourself, when the door opens with a click.

and the picture is a sight to see. sukuna’s hand lies on the door handle, and the other on a pink tuft of hair belonging to little yuji.

the boy’s cheeks pinken as you look at him and crouch down to his level, “hi there, i’m your brother’s girlfriend! i’ve heard a lot about you, you’re yuji, right?”

his eyes widen and he nods, “i’m… i’m yuji…” his voice quieter than usual.

ryomen’s eyebrow raises in confusion. normally his brother would be running around and asking guests questions, especially when first getting to know them, but he’s acting different.

but when his thoughts gather, and the thought renders in his mind, he scoffs with a smile and ruffles yuji’s hair.

the rest of the time is filled with you asking yuji questions as he shyly answers and hides behind sukuna, but occasionally he’ll peek out from behind and look at you with big, curious eyes.

and eventually, he puts a hand over his mouth to cover it, to try and whisper to sukuna, “she’s too pretty for you…”

sukuna’s head whips around, “what?!” as you cackle at the boy’s audacity, then he turns to you, “and what are you laughing at?!”

“it’s true though! she’s pretty and funny, and you’re… you’re big and mean!” yuji’s eyebrows furrow with determination, and sukuna rolls his eyes and lightly flicks his forehead, “i’m better!” he says while his hand cups his forehead.

“i’m an amazing boyfriend to her, brat.” sukuna pokes at his brother’s chubby cheeks, trying to aggravate him more.

you smile, “you are.”

the room becomes quieter, and ryomen places a small, soft kiss on your lips. his hand reaches out to yours and he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

but yuji crawls across his lap, onto yours. he rests his head on your shoulder, unpleased with how little attention he’s getting.

your eyes widen as it’s a switch from how he’s been acting for most of your visit, but you give in and rub your hand down his small back, and he wraps his tiny arms around your neck.

you don’t see the small smirk he sends to sukuna, and how his tongue sticks out as his eyebrows furrow.

sukuna notices.

gosh, yuji’s such a brat.

thought this was cute soo yeah

" he's gonna kill us, " you said, holding back a laugh. megumi looked at yuji with a look that said 'this was not a good idea.' all three of your plastic gloves were stained with black box dye that left no trace of his once-pink hair that he always combed back with his fingers.

sukuna was sleeping on the couch, blissfully unaware of the three little troublemakers playing in his hair as he drooled into the cushions. he was always a deep sleeper; he could sleep through anything except the smell of freshly cooked meat. you were helping yuji wash his hands off at the kitchen sink. " megumi, how long does the box say to let it sit for? "

" 40 minutes, " he said flatly, tossing the stained box and plastic utensils into the trash. " if we're just going to sit and wait until he wakes up, i wanna go home. "

" but your father isn't home yet.. "

" i'm not staying here to watch paint dry. " yuji pouted at his bluntness, gripping his shirt with his damp hands before you could instruct him to dry them. " but you can watch paint dry with us! that makes it better. "

megumi tugged him off, " no, it doesn't. "

" how about we go get some food to pass the time? we should be back soon anyway, " you proposed, recieving yuji's gleeful agreement and megumi's 'i'm only going because i'm not staying here alone and yuji's dragging me along regardless' nod. driving yuji and megumi to get fast food and seeing them play with their little toys that came with their meals only made you feel slightly sentimental, as you and sukuna have been trying for kids god knows how long.

well, you might have to throw those plans out the window now; because when you three got back, sukuna was standing in the hallway, arms crossed with a scowl on his face — specifically towards the two little ones that hid behind your legs. his hair was pitch black now, much to his evident annoyance. " at least we know the dye worked, " yuji whispered under his breath.

" why wouldn't it? " megumi responded.

" you brats did this? " he motioned to the small children, splitting his pointer and middle to point at them both. without even waiting for a response, he picked the two up by their collars and hung yuji from the corner of the door and megumi from a coatrack. " uncle sukuna!—" yuji squirmed, megumi just sat there, taking this timeout like it was nothing. " shut up. "

" 'kuna.. leave them alone, " you tugged on his arm. you sighed, ultimately fessing up, " it was my idea anyway. "

he froze. he should've lashed out of anger at you for altering his appearance without his permission, for encouraging them to take part in it. unexpectedly to yuji and megumi, he huffed. " everyday you make it harder to want kids. " his favoritism towards you was painfully obvious, something most would roll their eyes at (like megumi), but yuji found it sweet.

" so, can we put them down before they fall... ? " you asked, concerned. " ...no. " he crossed his arms, eyeing yuji's pout.

" sukuna, " your tone was sharp. " stop being a grump and let them down. "

" if you and grunkle sukuna have children, will they be grumps too? " yuji asked, his genuineness only stirred sukuna up to keep him hanging froom the door until his shirt ripped and he'd fall. his brow twitched, pinching his cheek and pulling on it to make him squeal, " it sounds like you wanna stay up there longer, huh? "

you carefully helped megumi down from the coatrack, straightening him out. " yes, yuji. they will also be grumps like their daddy. "

" why are you encouraging him. "

© 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌

♥︎ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: we must seek happiness for these dark times upon us

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who didn't come off as the obsessive kind of guy when you first got together. he seemed pretty laid back and carefree; boy, were you wrong. but it comes from a place of caring for your safety, he says.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who always has your location. he finds solace in knowing exactly where you are, that way he can determine if he can walk, run, or drive to you if something were to happen. even under the circumstances of it not being emergencies, he likes watching your little icon on his phone move around to pass the time.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who loathes pda; but if you're talking to another guy, the story changes. he'll hold your hand or tug on the back of your shirt as a way of saying 'lets go.' say, if it was a random guy neither of you knew, he'd simply drag you away mid conversation.

" and i—! " you sentence got cut off when you felt yourself being tugged away by the back of your shirt. you sighed, " megumi, don't be rude. "

" let's go, we have stuff to do. "

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who constantly assures you that it's not that he doesn't trust you — he doesn't trust other people and their intentions.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who expects eye contact whenever you talk to him or vise versa. he doesn't like your attention on anything else. from the perspective of being in a group, it comes off a little intimate and feels like they're intruding on something private.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who leaves one or two bites or hickies in visible places. he isn't one to come out and say 'she's mine' when people flirt with you, he finds it slightly weird to say aloud. so, he leaves hints all around, whether that be on your neck, arms, thighs, maybe all of them.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who has a staring problem; really only towards you. outside of an intimate, loving manner — if something you're doing is bothering him, mainly pertaining to speaking with other people, he'll stare at the back or the side of your head. scary thing is that you can feel it — and it's very unsettling (that's the point).

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who has a scary keen memory. if you tell him about someone, he'll keep them in mind for a while.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓹ossessive/obsessive! megumi who constantly tells you he's yours and you're his — in private, of course. he could never say that around his friends or in public, he'd get shy about it if it was every brought up outside of the scene.

" you know you don't need anyone else, right? " he said, looking down at you. " i don't know what i could need anyone else for besides you. you should feel the same. "

" relax... goodness me, i agree with you. " you sighed playfully, brushing it off.

" then tell me. "

" i don't need anyone else but you. " for once, you saw his lips twitch upwards for a little longer than normal.

© 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌

ᰔbased on this req here! . angst w/comfort - optional extras : song1 , song2

he was... off. ever since he got back from training with yuji itadori, your boyfriend has been odd.

he was quiet, he always is but it was a different type of quiet. the stiff and tense kind, not the laid-back and calm kind that people knew megumi fushiguro was in the area.

his fists were clenched, brows pinched and eyes narrowed half of the time. jaw clenched like something was bothering him, so you asked.

and thank god you did.

propped in his bed, his grown body curled into yours as he trusted himself to cry in your arms. which even being his girlfriend, he never cried Infront of anyone.

''i cant do this anymore. im useless.'' ''what's the point of me being here? i cant keep anyone safe if i cant even keep myself safe.'' ''i want to protect you, but what if im never here? what if im too weak even if i was around?''

his broken voice filled the dorm, trailing on with other thoughts as his mind was jumbled in this moment. ''i try. i try so much.'' he sniffled, throat dry. ''im trying, i don't want you to leave me.''

''im scared.''

you frowned, tucking him more close. ''megumi, i love you. and i always will. weak, strong, or normal. i dont care. you're my megumi. and ill always keep you close, im never leaving you.''

trying to calm him down, a hand rubbing up and down his back as the other cupped it into your shoulder once you shifted to face him on your side.

''baby, please don't think like that, please.'' ''and that's okay, you focus on yourself. you aren't the only one with a burden like that on your shoulders.'' ''if you're around, ill always feel safe and protected.''

the rain battered against the window, filling in the gaps between the sobs and sniffled, along with the hushed whispers and smoothing of clothes.

placing gentle kisses to his soppy cheeks, ''please. don't push yourself so hard. im begging you.''

''i love you so much, im sorry. im so sorry.''

''never apologize for this, this is not your fault. im just glad you opened up to me.''

after much talks of reassurance, calming his thoughts down and tight hugs, he breathed in your scent, tucking his face into your neck. ''i don't want to be a burden.'' his murmurer muffled against your skin, but you picked it up.

satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.

his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.

“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”

he really is right where he wants to be.

megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.

“how many does he have to do?”

“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”

his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”

you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”

if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.

god, was he down bad.

“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.

it was happening again.

You knew it was going to, you hadn’t been feeling too well since Megumi and you decided to be brave and have a date at some new restaurant.

This was another reason why you and him usually stuck to what you knew. You’re stomach churned, making it hard to swallow your saliva but you kept telling yourself to hold it in.

Your boyfriend knew about your fear of throwing up, how you’ve sheepishly admitted it to which he shrugged and didn’t make you feel bad about it.

After that “date”, you decided to crash in Megumi’s dorm. One because he was the best cuddler though he wouldn’t admit it, and two, you didn’t want to be alone with your upset stomach.

But you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Your mind spun as you padded towards his bathroom.

Don’t throw up don’t throw up don’t throw up. But you had to, you knew you had to. You sat in front of the toilet seat, and retched the food out. It kept going, making you cough. When you tried gasping for air, even more came out.

Tears pricked from your eyes and before you knew it, you were weeping loudly, hating the putrid smell of vomit, and the feeling that you couldn’t even stop it or swallow the rest of it down.

As you were coughing, you felt a soft hand gently grab all your stray hair and pull it back while the other hand rubbed your stomach.

“Hey, its alright. I’m here..” you kept crying as he soothed you, urging you to let everything out. And once you thought everything was fine, you pulled away and he flushed the toilet.

He didn’t waste a second before grabbing a wet towel and wiping your mouth before pulling you into his arms.

“I feel gross.” You hoarsely whispered. “I know.. you did well, babe.” He made sure not to rock you, something he usually did when he embraced you. He stroked your hair and patted your back. “What if I need to throw up again?” You gasped through broken hiccups of tears. “Wake me up, and we can go together, yeah?”

You sniffled, nodding. And you knew that Megumi wouldn’t judge you.

Because he loved you in every way, even if he didn’t say it outwardly. <3

as someone with a massive fear of throwing up (trauma from being sick literally all the time), I need someone to comfort me so bad. Anyways, give me some love!

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.

" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.

you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "

" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.

" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.

© 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌

♥︎ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i love sukuna fluff 🥹 euphoria inspo + tokyo toni sneak if you squint / was also thinking about making this a series should i hm

yuji+me ……+uncmegan + some toes?

tense/flirty/ (hurt/comfort for megan)

fluff and crack

me confessing my love for yuji but wait uncmegan likes me….her heart💔💔💔….me and yuji being cute couples…uncmegan third wheel and jealous…..uncmegan cant take it anymore but wait someone is there for her….are those megumistoes??? cute cute cute then the end

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a/n: im crying bro what is this prompt💔

💗 1K SPECIAL 💗

YUJI — FEVER DREAM

“I… kinda like Yuji.”

The room goes suspiciously quiet the second you blurt it out.

Yuji freezes mid-bite, cheeks turning impossibly pink. “H-Huh?!”

You don’t even get the chance to hide your face before Megan(???) lets out the most dramatic gasp known to mankind, clutching her chest like she’s been struck by an invisible bullet.

you on the other hand didn't expect his arrival at all. you've taken a short nap hours ago, woke up, took a shower, chugged half can of energy drink, and set up your study materials for an all-nighter for the upcoming exams.

so you really shouldn't bother him like this. when he arrived, he simply understood your plan for the rest of the night and promised he won't bother your studying session. he pecked your forehead and marched straight into you bedroom without another word.

not even an hour later, you saw how comfortable and cuddly and warm he looks on your bed, sleeping. effortlessly inviting you to come back to bed, how perfect would it be to slip under the covers and worm your way home against his chest. to make matters worse, resisting the imagination of his arms winding around your person is never your strongest trait.

he hums, stirred awake by your voice. he blindly reaches for your arm out of habit. "weren't you going to stay up?" he asks sleepily, the bed dips under his weight as he scoots over to make space.

"yeah but then you came and it's almost rude how comfy you look sleeping without me."

his arms around you tighten a fraction as he places a chaste kiss under your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his breathing slows down again. "so sleep. we can study together at the library after class tomorrow."

you can do that. even if your brain is still wide awake from that one can you drink, you know a trick that can shut off your mind effectively. which is exactly what sukuna's doing right now, embracing you closely. corded arms around your torso. the warmth radiating off his body works like a lullaby every time.

"kinda unable to sleep right now though.."

"yeah no shit you drank a can." his palm moves in a circle across your spine. he's not opposed to you wanting to fall asleep with him.

in fact, he welcomes and prefers it because having you close all night always makes his sleep feel like a spiritual reset. "jus' close your eyes," he instructs. his own already sealed too. "count all the sheep in ya head."

you sigh and allow yourself to relax with images of sheep jumping over a fence in your head. with sukuna continuing rubbing your back.

10 sheep, 11 sheep, 12 sheep.. sukuna's sheep.. this is actually effective.

he observes the way your breath slows down, completely lax against him now, your eyelids drooping as seconds pass.

"how many sheep?"

you don't answer. well that was quick he thinks.

sukuna himself is one wink away from sleeping. he stops his movement altogether and lets darkness consume his sleep again, this time much better with you at his side.

fratkuna and his weird gf ( ˘ ³˘) . fluff + a lil suggestive