Rosie

But this was different.

Mornings at the Cleaners’ headquarters always began in the same noisy, restless way. Somewhere in the gym, people were arguing over a missing piece of equipment. Someone was finishing breakfast on the move. Someone else was checking their weapon while sitting on the edge of a table, despite having been chased off it at least ten times before. The corridors smelled of iron, dust, old cloth, hot tea, and something faintly burnt.

Apparently, someone’s latest attempt at cooking had failed again. You were carrying a stack of clean bandages toward the medical room when you heard a familiar voice.

Gris stood in the locker room, a little apart from the chaos, beside the window where the pale morning light fell across his shoulders. He was already prepared for departure: jacket fastened, gloves on, gear checked. He looked exactly the way you were used to seeing him before a mission: broad, steady, so solid that even the walls seemed fragile beside him.

downbad gojo x reader who pretends she isn't into him

based off THIS ask

going into a relationship with toji wasn’t easy. he often disappeared without a word leaving you worried about him. he also liked to quickly spend his money which led him to be financially depended on you.

back then you would’ve never imagined toji as a father. if somebody asked you “would you want him to be the father to your kids?” you would probably just shrug it off because as lovely as he is those nasty habits really got in the way of him being a good parent.

until one late spring evening, you took a test. mostly to ease your anxiety, since morning nausea hit you so hard for the past few days. so when he was fixing some cabinet in your shared kitchen, a loud gasp came from the bathroom.

toji dropped everything and quickly ran to you, instantly worried what could’ve happened. he opened the door without hesitation and saw you standing there frozen, the test in your hand.

he knew that look, that hand on your mouth, the test. he took a step forward and took the test in his hands. he moved his fingers through the positive as if checking that it was real.

he looked down at you and kissed your forehead before dropping to his knees. “y/n, you made me the happiest man on earth. i know i am an idiot. a reckless one. but i’ll change for you and the baby. i’ll do anything just to keep my little family safe.”

and just like that, after almost 7 years toji was putting a jacket on (not so) little megumi that was on his way to the first day of school.

he was holding his school bag in hand, waving a small ‘goodbye’ before running to the car that was parked in front of your house.

toji looked at him before grabbing his keys and turning towards the door. you spoke up “so, he’s really not our little boy huh?” toji then stopped and sighed.

he didn’t regret once when he worked his ass off just to see you and little megumi smile. but knowing that megumi won’t climb onto him anymore, he won’t need his father to scare bugs out of his room, he won’t need him anymore.

it felt like losing him. like megumi was a really important peace of his heart that was taken away. he smiled and hugged you “yeah, he’s a strong boy now, huh?” he kissed the top of your head but you could feel the tension in him.

suddenly you felt some wet drops on the back of your neck. “toji, are you crying? megumi isn’t leaving forever. he just opened a new chapter you should be happy.”

he let out that low chuckle “yeah, no, im not crying woman, you’re imagining things. i know he’s an independent man now. but still he needs me to get him to school.” he pressed a quick kiss before quickly turning away to hide the tears on his face and running to the car because megumi was yelling at him, worried he will be late for his first day.

Enjin x fem reader

Synopsis: you catch Enjin taking a nap

A/N: still recovering from chapter 169 sooo this was born (Enjin get up you’re fine <3333)

imagine being so fucking mad at enjin for almost dying. like you genuinely get it why he did it and still—

“have you even thought about me?” you snap at him while he lays there. 

neck brace, eyes heavily lidded and some rest smoke curling from his lips. “babe—“

“no. don’t babe me. i’m so mad.”

then because it absolutely makes sense you push the blanket down. enjin’s dick twitches already, because his dick knows you better than enjin actually does 🙂‍↕️ 

you sneer before spitting right onto his cock. a fat glob of spit running down his length and that man is whimpering. he actually tries to escape you, like he has any chance against your greedy mouth. 

you swallow him, gag, drool and suck him with the precision of an assassin. man’s done. whimpering. drooling too. eyes rolled back. eyes at the ceiling, because he can’t look down. he can’t see your beautiful face being stuffed, because of that dumb neck brace.

kills him on the inside. is also the hottest thing ever. but then he hears your little sob, because you had been so terrified of losing him and he reaches down blindly. his big hand engulfs your face, caressing your cheek as you still bob up and down on his shaft. 

enjin cums so pathetically fast and when you pull back he’s greeted with the sight of your red cried eyes and some cum that splattered against your lips. 

fuck fuck fuck. he needs to kiss you and promise sweet nothings and just hold you. but then you just disappear, leaving him with the blanket pushed back and his spit covered dick hanging out. 

Toji was taking up about seventy percent of the bed despite claiming every single night that he was "barely moving."

You were squished against the edge, one wrong breath away from falling onto the floor. And little Megumi was trapped in the middle. Your husband was fast asleep. Completely unconscious. Dead to the world. The man could probably sleep through a natural disaster.

Unfortunately for everyone else, Toji's sleeping habits were questionable at first. Unbearable as time passed.

He was sleep taking and moving a lot but the worst thing? His snoring.

A deep inhale echoed through the room.

Then-

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH..."

The walls practically vibrated. You didn't even open your eyes. Years of experience. You simply adjusted your pillow. Another loud snore followed. Then another.

Then-

"Mmph..."

Your eyes opened.

Slowly.

You turned your head. Megumi was awake.

Again.

The poor little boy sat there with messy black hair sticking in every direction. His blanket was twisted around his tiny legs. His eyes were half closed with exhaustion. But they were also fixed directly on his father.

Watching and judging. The look on his tiny face was honestly hilarious. Like he was trying to understand what kind of creature was making those noises.

"It's okay, baby."

You brushed some hair from his forehead.

"Daddy's just sleeping loud."

Megumi blinked.

The next snore rattled through the room. His tiny eyebrows lowered. Clearly unconvinced. You gently guided his head back onto the pillow.

"Go back to sleep."

He sighed dramatically for a two year old. Then closed his eyes. Peace.

For exactly three seconds.

Then

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.

A long.

Loud.

Absolutely shameless fart escaped from your sleeping husband.

You didn't even move to used to your husband.

Silence followed.

You slowly opened your eyes. Megumi's eyes opened at the exact same moment.

The toddler stared.

Toji continued sleeping peacefully.

As if he hadn't just committed a crime against humanity and definitely against his son.

Megumi looked at you.

Then back at Toji.

Then back at you.

You could practically see his little brain processing events. And then—

Pfff.

Another one.

Not as loud.

But somehow more offensive.

Megumi sat up. You immediately knew that look.

Oh no.

The tiny hand lifted.

Slowly.

Purposefully.

Like a warrior preparing for battle.

"Megumi NO-"

SMACK.

His little palm hit Toji directly on the side of the head.

Not hard. But definitely enough. Toji shot upright.

"THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

You nearly choked trying not to laugh. Toji grabbed his face dramatically.

"What hit me?!"

His eyes landed on Megumi.Megumi was staring back. Expressionless. Not a shred of regret. Toji pointed.

"The brat hit me!"

You covered your mouth.

"No he didn't."

"He DID!"

"He barely touched you."

"He assaulted me in my sleep!"

Megumi blinked. Toji looked offended.

Actually offended.

Like he'd just been betrayed.

"You snored loud again."

You rubbed your eyes.

Toji scoffed.

"It's because I'm tired."

"You slept twelve hours yesterday."

"I WORK."

He pointed dramatically at himself.

"I work all day."

Another point.

"To feed you."

Another point.

"And that brat who just punched me."

Megumi frowned.

Toji narrowed his eyes.

The toddler narrowed his eyes right back. You immediately buried your face in your pillow because you were about to lose it. The two of them looked exactly alike. It was ridiculous.

"okay ho back to sleep." You sighed.

"You too, Megumi."

Toji flopped dramatically onto the mattress.

"That's what I get."

Silence.

"For taking care of that brat."

More silence.

"I raise him."

Pause.

"He attacks me."

Pause.

"No respect."

You laughed.

"Go to sleep."

"How am I supposed to sleep now?"

"Close your eyes."

Toji grumbled something unintelligible.

Then rolled over.

Three seconds later-

He was asleep again. Like somebody had unplugged him. You stared.

Unbelievable.

Absolutely unbelievable.

You carefully lifted Megumi from the middle and tucked him against your chest instead. Maybe being farther away from Toji would help.

Your son immediately curled into your side.

Tiny hands grabbing your shirt. Warm little cheeks pressing against you. Your heart melted.

"There we go."

You kissed his forehead.

"Sleep with mommy."

Megumi nodded sleepily.

His eyes began to droop. His breathing slowed.

Success.

Then—

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The snoring returned.

Louder somehow. You didn't even react. Years of training. But Megumi did.

His little head slowly lifted from your chest.

Like a meerkat. His eyes narrowed.

The tiny hand lifted again.

Aiming directly at Toji.

You immediately grabbed his wrist.

"No."

Megumi looked at you.

"No hitting daddy."

The tiny finger pointed toward Toji. Another snore exploded through the room. Megumi looked scandalized. Like he was saying then make him stop. You bit your lip.

"He's sleeping."

Megumi pointed again.

The snore continued.

Point

Snore.

Point

Snore.

The argument continued entirely without words. Finally Megumi huffed.

Actually huffed.

Then dramatically buried his face into your chest. You nearly laughed.

"There you go."

You rubbed his back.

"Good boy."

A tiny grumble escaped him. Clearly unhappy with the outcome. But he stayed put. Minutes passed. His breathing grew slower. Softer. Eventually he fell asleep.

At last.

You smiled.

sukuna was tall. you often got neck cramps because he always wanted you looking in his eyes as he talked, but you happened to break your neck every time.

it wasn't just that either. every hug you gave him had your head pressed right up to his chest. you couldn't even reach his shoulder. he would pick you up just so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

sukuna had complaints too. he would quite literally break his back every time he kissed you. he swore he was starting to look like a shrimp as time went on. you were just too tiny.

even though he broke his back at every kiss, he loved how short you were. he loved picking you up and setting you on the counter. he still had to lean down to kiss you but it wasn't as much.

he loved how easy it was to grab and pick you up. if he wanted you on his lap, all he had to do was pull you by your waist. if you were in his way, he would just pick you up and set you aside.

you hated when he did that, but he found it hilarious.

the height difference never bothered sukuna, it was just an added bonus to loving you.

he would never ever wish you grew taller. you were perfect just the way you were.

well that, and he also loved seeing the top of your head.

summary: Sukuna has always witnessed his relationships decline, and although you two have been going strong for the past couple of months, he has to accept that it will eventually happen to this relationship too. And what better way to prevent his sweet girl from going through the same fate than breaking up with her before anything could happen? a/n: crossposted to ao3!! hope you guys enjoy and also this is the most i've ever written and i hope it's good and not yap :,] thank you @yversz for proofreading ily mootie :] perm tags: @ex1acy @sal1mav @mushyfrogcakes @yversz

Sukuna

Toji

Choso

Fluff | Flirting | College AU | Nerd!Toji | VolleyballPlayer!Sukuna | Sometimes the most unexpected trio creates a harmony so perfect it never needed tuning.

Three people with complete different energies, somehow pulled toward the same gravity center.

The relationship didn't develop overnight. Years of trust, of mutual understanding and silent dedication eventually blossomed into something deeper during college.

Toji sits beside you on the bleachers like he owns the space without even trying. There's no tension in him, worn out hoodie, his glasses slipping just enough that he pushes them back absentmindedly.

He looks like the nonchalant type that can't find nothing worth his interest in the gymnasium. But his arm is laying firm around your shoulders.

Like a quiet possessiveness, there's no misunderstanding possible.

"...you're freezing doll," he mutters, pulling you closer without waiting for you to make the first move.

"I'm fine."

"You're not," His thumb starts tracing slow patterns on your arm anyway.

Like your comfort is something he manages without your permission.

But both of your gazes are fixed on a certain tall pink-hair, cocky player. On the court, Sukuna is a different kind of dangerous. Sharp, powerful and definitely showing off.

Every movement is deliberate, jumping higher than the opposing team thought possible. The crowd cheers when he slams the ball, his team hypes him up. Probably because half of the team is terrified of him.

But Sukuna doesn't play for his team, that barely has importance to him. Sukuna's finds the two of you within seconds, as usual. Like a predator locking onto a familiar scent.

You wink back at him without a second thought. A small subtle mark of affection.

It's not the first time you do something like that. He should start to expect it at this point.

But it lands— warmer than he'll ever admit.

Sukuna's smirk appears like it's been unlocked. Sharp. Cocky. Alive.

The next serve? He absolutely destroys it. The gym erupts.

Toji huffs beside you. "...show off."

"You love him."

"I tolerate him."

"Liar."

His grip tightens slightly around you. "...love you, doll," he corrects, mumbling those precious little words in your ear. Because no matter how long you've known him, that honest softness sneaks up on you every time.

Down on the court— Time-out gets called. Sukuna walks toward the sideline, grabbing a bottle, not even pretending to listen to his coach.

His eyes flick up again. Finding you.

"...you see that?" you tease under your breath.

Toji hums. "...yeah. You made him worse."

"Blood boiling."

"More insufferable."

"Same thing." You say, a smirk growing softly on the side of your lips.

Toji glances at you, sharing the same smirk.

"...you're proud."

"...a little."

"...a lot."

You elbow him lightly. Toji retaliates by pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

"Can't blame you," he murmurs like a secret. "he's stupidly good."

The whistle blows. The game resumes.

There's nothing holding Sukuna back now. Every time he makes a point. He checks for you.

Not obvious, that would be asking too much for his pride. But you're here, again and again. Watching him.

His "baby" in the stands. Toji's "doll" at his side.

And when the game ends, Sukuna's team wins easily. He barely celebrates.

Grabs his towel and walks straight in your direction.

Toji not moving an inch, his arm resting heavily on your shoulders. He watches. Calm. Confident.

Because the relationship isn't about competing to be the one. But functioning as a unit. As one.

Sukuna stops in front of you, still catching his breath. Sweat on his body, still running high on the adrenaline.

"You saw that, baby?" he murmurs.

"I did."

"That was for you."

"So romantic, Ryo."

Toji scoffs lightly. "You're dramatic."

Sukuna glances at him, a sharp smirk on his lips. "And you're still here."

"Don't flatter yourself," Toji replies instantly, the tip of his ears turning slightly pink.

Sukuna's hand comes up, brushing your jaw like he's handling glass. Gentler than anyone would expect from him.

"...good," he murmurs. "stay here."

"Where else would I go?" You say softly, eyes deeply mesmerized by his touch.

The truth—truth is, why would you need to choose when everything forms like an orchestra playing a melody to perfection?

Toji presses another kiss to your hair. Sukuna leans in just enough to steal one from your lips.

Public. Unapologetic. Bold.

"mmh... missed that," Sukuna mutters.

"It's been two hours."

"Too long."

Toji chuckles low, "...greedy."

"Yeah," Sukuna shrugs. "you're one to talk."

And somehow, between the quiet nerd and the loud athlete. It works in a messy, unshakable loyalty.

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎

Once in your dorm room, the place feels like you poured your heart out with an interior design degree. Soft lights. Lava lamps bubbling like a slow heartbeat. Vinyl spinning something warm and a little nostalgic. Music sheets scattered like a mad scientist. Instruments lying against the wall like they're resting.

And right in the middle of your bed, Toji's lying flat on his back. One arm behind his head. Glasses low on his nose.

A damn science book open like the safety of the world depends on it.

And you. Stretched across his lap, on your stomach. Feet kicking lazily in the air.

Sukuna takes in the scene as he gets out of the shower. Victory still clinging to him like the steam coming out of the tiny bathroom.

He realizes you're wearing one of his shirts— No. That shirt that you love sleeping in.

Swallowing you whole. Not leaving much to the imagination. Simple but definitely deadly in the best way possible.

You're scrolling on your phone like you're not draped over a whole man. Like this is normal. Like this is home.

Sukuna's brain blue screens for a moment before—

"You've gotta be kidding me."

You don't even raise your head. You already know the tone, the voice.

His wet hair still dripping onto his bare shoulders and chest. Staring at the scene like he walked into the wrong movie set.

"...what?" you hum, still scrolling.

He points. Actually points. "Him!"

Toji doesn't look up. "...what about me?"

Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh. "You're laying there like a corpse."

"I'm reading."

"You have your girlfriend on top of you!" Sukuna's brows are raised in disbelief. Probably expressing more emotions than his team saw him all season long.

"I noticed."

You snort softly. Sukuna looks at you, then back at Toji. Then back to you again.

Processing the unthinkable.

"...and you're just— what? Ignoring that?"

Toji finally turns a page, before placing his hand back on your hip. "Multitasking."

That's it.

Sukuna drops the towel, walks over, slowly, dangerously toward your feet.

"...nah," he mutters, voice dropping. "I don't like that."

You feel him before you see him. The mattress dips around your bottom half. His large hand lands on your thigh.

Warm. Firm.

"...what don't you like?" you murmur, closing your phone.

"That he's not touching you."

Toji exhales through his nose. "...I am."

"That doesn't count," Sukuna shoots back. "your hand's been in the same spot for ten minutes."

You grin into your hand. "...he's got a point."

Toji finally looks up at you first, then at Sukuna. "You're both annoying."

Sukuna leans closer, hovering above you.

"...and you're wasting a perfect view."

That— That gets a reaction from the clueless nerd.

Toji's hand shifts. Slowly sliding from your hip to your lower back. Down. Gripping the fat of your ass.

Your breath hitches slightly.

"...better?" Toji murmurs, eyes still on his book.

"...much," Sukuna replies, satisfied.

But he's not even close to being done. His large hand drags along your thigh again. A slow deliberate torture.

"...wearing my shirt," he mutters.

"It's comfy."

"You look better in it."

Toji hums. "She looks good in anything."

"She looks best like this," Sukuna counters instantly.

You finally turn your head. "Like what?"

His hungry gaze lingers over you. No shame. All his and he knows it.

Toji's hand tightens slightly on your bare skin again.

"...careful," he mumbles. "you're getting sentimental."

"Shut up."

But he's smirking, always that goddamn smirk. You stretch, ever so small, against Toji, arching your back just enough to press back into his hand.

"You two done arguing?"

"...never," they both answer at the same time.

You laugh. "Good. Then celebrate."

A pause in the cozy room.

Sukuna tilts his head. "Oh, we will."

Toji finally closes his book with one hand. Places it aside like it just lost priority rank.

Now you're in trouble. Because having both of them focused on a single goal is guaranteed victory.

Sukuna leans in first, hand sliding to your waist, pulling you toward him. He kisses you, precise and eager just like the game he played an hour ago. Toji watches for half a second before his hand moves again, actively participating instead of staying on the sideline. Pulling you closer to rest your back to his chest.

"Don't hog," he mutters.

Sukuna pulls back from your lips, enough to scoff.

"...then participate."

"I am."

"Barely."

You giggle between the two of them. "You two are something..."

"...Something you can't get enough of," Sukuna murmurs, ghosting above your lips.

"Obviously," Toji adds.

Because here, in the quiet cocoon that you built for the three of you. There's no doubt, no hesitation.

Only warmth, laughter and trust. And two men who—

Despite everything opposite about them, they agree on one thing completely.

A proper celebration always includes you.

♡ as much as adulting sucks, I'd give anything to have this kind of college experience ♡

Enjin swore he wasn’t the relationship type. Every single time the topic came up, he said the same thing. “Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Sounds like a cage.”

“There’s a whole world out there,” he continued one evening while sitting upside down on your couch. “People get weird when they start putting labels on stuff. Suddenly somebody’s asking where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing.”

“You literally ask me where I’m every day.”

“That’s different.”

“It absolutely isn’t.”

“It’s because I’m curious.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

The argument ended there because Enjin had the attention span of a goldfish. Also the problem was that despite all his speeches about freedom and not wanting to tie either of you down, he behaved exactly like somebody’s boyfriend.

His coat was hanging beside your door. One of his shirts was mixed into your laundry. His toothbrush sat next to yours in the bathroom. Half the tools in your room somehow belonged to him. You found a wrench under your bed once. You still had no idea how it got there.

Meanwhile your own belongings had slowly invaded his rooms. Whenever you noticed something and tried to take it home he always stopped you.

“Leave it.”

“What?”

“Leave it there.”

“But it’s mine.”

“Yeah, and?”

You blinked. “What if I need it?”

“You can come get it.”

The answer came so naturally that it made your chest tighten every time. ‘you can come get it.’ as if the idea of you showing up at his place was the most obvious thing in the world.

One rainy afternoon you finally reached your limit. You had been cleaning your room when you found yet another one of Enjin’s possessions. This time it was the umbrella chilling in the corner of your room. His umbreaker, did you hear that?

You marched across the headquarters and like he had a feeling he opened the door.

“What?”

“Explain.”

He looked down. “It’s my umbrella?”

“At the fact that he’s in my room.”

“Oh.” he shrugged. “I forgot him.”

“Enjin, that’s your jinki.”

“Yup.”

“Enjin.”

“What?”

“You practically live at my place.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You have more things there than I do.”

“That seems unlikely.”

“You left your umbreaker.”

“I found him now, didn’t I?”

You stared at him in disbelief until the realization hit you hard. “You don’t actually want your stuff back.”

“What?”

“You keep leaving things because it gives you an excuse.”

His expression froze for a second, but you saw the realization hit him before he could hide it.

“Every time I find something I’ve to see you again,” no answer… “You leave your stuff at my place,” you continued softly. “You tell me to leave my things at yours. You ask where I’m every day. You show up unannounced. You steal my food. You fall asleep on my couch.”

“That couch is comfortable.”

“Enjin.”

His shoulders dropped as the fight drained out of him all at once. “Y’know it sounded easier in my head.”

“What did?”

“Not wanting labels.” his laugh came out weakly. “Because then I wouldn’t have to admit I like having somewhere to come back to. But I still think all that boyfriend stuff sounds stupid.”

“Of course you do,” you smiled.

“But…” he glanced down at the umbrella still in his hands, then back at you. “But if you keep finding my junk in your room for the next fifty years I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

It was the closest thing to a confession you were ever going to get. Also made it perfect somehow.

To prove that it’s enough you shrug off your jacket and toss it on his bed which made him smile all big. Yeah, you might never call him your boyfriend officially, but he’s yours.

it's enies lobby DIABLE JAMBE!

Ada Wong