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I'LL MAKE IT UP ･ﾟ: ⭐️

synopsis: in which, teen! satoru is always getting you kicked out of places and tries to make it up to you, which ends in you two getting kicked out again.

warnings: none

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satoru was annoying, way too annoying

you’re at the cinema right now with suguru and satoru, you didn’t plan on bringing them with you, but when you held up three tickets to utahime and shoko to go to the movies with you, the next thing you knew, there was a long arm around your shoulder dragging you away from the two girls before they could even answer.

here you were now, in the middle of the hallway of the cinema glaring at satoru with your arms crossed who could not keep his mouth shut during the movie which resulted in you three being kicked out. oh but did he care? no! he had the attention of 5 different girls asking for his number and fawning over him so why would he?

suguru chuckles dragging satoru away from the girls as you follow behind

“you got us kicked out!” you say trying to sound annoyed. “that was such a waste of my money— you’re paying me back satoru”

“what!” he raises his hands in defence, his shades sliding down his nose slightly “it was not my fault the heroine was going to—”

“shut up” you say which causes satoru to pout

“i mean, at least we watched the first 15 minutes, it wasn’t that bad” suguru says trying to lighten the mood but instead laughs at your stern face and satoru’s stupidity

you simply roll your eyes at the two and walk away to the cashier to buy snacks for yourself, and yourself only. because somehow everytime you go out with these two, satoru forgets his wallet, and suguru’s wallet just happened to be at satoru’s dorm, and the moment satoru’s eyes lay on the packet of cookie dough candy in your hands, he’s dashing up to you

“pretty please buy me one? i’ll pay you back” he says pouting and sliding his shades down his nose to show you his “puppy” eyes which causes you to scoff, and in the end you did end up buying him a packet.

you three head back to suguru’s car, you rush to the passenger seat before satoru could, sticking your tongue out at him as he gets in the back “tiz’ what you get looser”

as suguru starts to drive, you fumble with the buttons on his dashboard trying to put on some music which causes suguru to side eye you

“it’s the button on the top right corner” he says trying to hide his smile and keeping his eyes on the road

once you turn the music on, you try to shut it off straight away, ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey was blasting in full volume

satoru snickered at the irony of the song playing with the month being September at the moment.

few minutes pass by in silent, until satoru peaks his head through the space between your and suguru’s seats

“you still mad-”

“yes.”

“c’mon i’m sorry i’ll pay you back” he says pouting

you turn your head away from him looking out the window “that will be 70$ plus the candy so 75$ because i’m adding interest

suguru tries to stifle a laugh which has you saying “you too, you owe me as well” and he purses his mouth shut straight away

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satoru tries to make it up to you, by bringing you to the amusement park

you two were playing an arcade game, shooting the plastic animals with waterguns till one falls over and you win a prize

sounds easy right? not if satoru is around

he looses several times, and in the end he ends up throwing his water gun at the stack causing the shelves to fall along with everything on it

and there you two were once again, standing outside the gates of the amusement park

“you have to hear me out-”

“don’t even think about it satoru” you say turning away from him, hair a little damp from the waterguns

“okay i’m sorry i’ll make it up to you-”

“no! you do this every time”

“what if-”

“no”

satoru frowns knowing this was probably your last straw, so he walks up to you standing infront of you and looking down at your sulking face

“i’ll kiss you if you don’t let me make it up to you”

your face scrunched up into disgust as you snap your head at him and take a step back “no- dont even think about it ew”

“then let me bring you to that favourite place you like to eat at”

“you got me kicked out last time because you-”

“i wont! i promise!”

and yet, you two were standing on the street covered in tomato sauce and noodles dripping down from your hair.

he’ll make it up to you properly, someday

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MY ONLY ONE

gojo satoru x gn reader based on this tweet <3 pure fluff

“Can I ask you something?”

Perched on the edge of your bed, Satoru’s thumb beats percussively against his thigh, eyes sparkling with an anticipation you can practically feel vibrate off of him as he awaits your response.

The tone of his voice is far too exuberant to not be considered suspicious; you find yourself raising an eyebrow in question, curious and skeptical. Granted that his long history of inquiries have towered over concerning more than they have entertaining, his excitement, to say the least, is a bit unsettling.

But still, he is Satoru, after all — your satoru, so while you know better than to trust that soft, soft smile of his, pulled tight at the corners of his mouth — the same one he wears when he’s only seconds away from getting himself into trouble — you choose to indulge him anyway.

“Of course.”

He perks up even more, like a dog wagging its tail in front of its owner. It’s more adorable than you’d like to admit to yourself. “Do you know how to whistle?”

“Whistle?”

“Yep!” he singsongs, leg bouncing incessantly against the hardwood floor, the action only proving himself to be a restless bundle of energy. “Just learned Geto could do it, so I was curious about you.”

Knowing him, this is much more innocent than you thought it would be. Your shoulders, which have stiffened unbeknownst to you, immediately deflate as you feel every trace of unease withdraw from your body. You’d expected something a bit more worrisome or horrific, since he’s always had a knack for following his sporadic impulses, but this is a pleasant surprise.

“Can you not whistle?”

From beside you, Satoru huffs, movements put to a halt as he whines: “I can! I never said I couldn’t!”

You laugh at his defensiveness, full of mirth. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Can’t a man be curious about the love of his life?”

“They can,” you confirm with a shake of your head, though it comes out sounding more of a question than an answer. “It’s just a little scary when it’s from you.”

Any normal person would have stomped a foot down, would have jut their chin out indignantly before leaving the room, vexed and seething. But Satoru is Satoru, and he’s always had an awful habit of using statements like this as fuel for his bottomless pit of an ego, so he only grins.

“Oh god,” you groan upon seeing his expression.

“Answer my question pleaseee,” he says, voice reedy.

“Satoru,” you huff, eyes rolling in exasperation. “I’m pretty sure everyone can whistle.”

“Prove it,” he challenges.

“Prove it?”

“Or else I won’t believe you.”

“Are you a child?”

He giggles in response. “Maybe. I wanna see.”

So you prove him wrong; you pucker your lips, leaving just enough space for air to pass through. But before you can let out a sound, he leans in, gently pressing his lips against yours to give you a light kiss before pulling away and batting his lashes triumphantly.

You blink, taken aback. Once, twice — slowly, as if those milliseconds of darkness would somehow provide you with clarity once you opened your eyes.

It was so quick, akin to the strike of a match against a lighting strip, so brief yet so explosive. It felt like a million things all at once, his lips on yours, like fireworks. There, then no longer, but still remaining all the same. You wonder how any of that is possible, but this is Satoru you’re talking about — the same man who blithely takes selfies after beating the shit out of anyone who needed to be handled, the same man who sulks like a petulant child when you deny him his kikufuku mochi before meals, the same man who always, always draws out the best from you even when you don’t believe in yourself.

Oh, you think. Oh god. Him and his dumb tactics.

It’s adorable. He’s adorable. You hate him.

He’s biting on his lip, trying to fight back a smile that falls somewhere in between bashful and thrilled. You know better, though. Know that even amidst those two emotions, he’s also nervous. Incredibly so. Those soft strands of hair you’ve carded a hand through several times do nothing to conceal the faint pink dusting the tip of his ear, neither does it hide the spreading flush on his cheeks. “Oh, Satoru,” you croon, melting.

“That was good, right?” He fiddles with his fingers, eyes wide and expectant. “It was cute, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” you assure, reaching over to cup your hands around his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. You resist, only slightly, the urge to pinch him until the butterflies in your chest disappear. “You’re so cute. So cute, Satoru. I love you.”

“I’m so cute,” he repeats after you, beaming with pride at your approval. “I’m so smart too. You hear that, baby? Your boyfriend is the smartest person alive. He’s the strongest too. And you love him! Me! I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You laugh in return.

You want to tell him that — for one, he’s actually the dumbest person to ever exist, in your humble opinion. There’s not a day that goes by without him wearing your patience thin or asking you how to do the simplest of tasks. But that isn’t really important, since you love him all the same. Though, for two, and most importantly, you want to tell him that it’s not him who’s lucky. It’s you.

You’re the lucky one. The luckiest, really. You don’t think you could ever find love with someone other than Satoru. He’s the only one who could ever define that conflicting concept and make it make sense. He’s the only one who could build apart your broken heart and turn it into something more beautiful than just fragmented pieces. He’s the only one. He’s it for you.

In the end, you don’t tell him either. It’s not like he’d ever entertain any possibility of you loving him more than he does you anyway, so it’d be a losing game. Instead, you tap a finger on his nape three times, gently, to redirect his attention to you. When his eyes meet yours, crystalline blue irises gazing at you with so much love that it unravels you, you tell him, “you really like your kisses, huh?”

“I’d die without them,” he states dramatically.

You chuckle lightheartedly. “Next time, you can just ask,” you begin, leaning towards him — closer and closer until you two are only a breath apart. “But honestly, you don’t need to. You never have to.”

Then you close the gap and kiss him, slowly, because there’s no need to rush when you have all the time in the world. This too, feels like a million things all at once. It alchemizes you. Turns you into a lovesick mess. Has you grasping at his hair for more — more, more, more. And then you think that, maybe what Satoru said moments prior to this wasn’t so dramatic after all, because with his lips on yours, you’re sure you’d die without his kisses, too.

ur papa!gojo fic was amazing 🫶🏽 and it gave me an idea i wanted to share: back when your baby was only a couple months he jokingly put her up against the wall to measure her, and she was only like 2’1. but then when she was 3 and a half he remembered to do it again, and this time she was 3’2 and he immediately started to tear up when he saw the big gap in space and how fast she grew!! 😭 became so clingy the rest of the night!!

oh my gosh anon !!! 🥹 thank you so much for the love and this ask— papa gojo would srsly be on the floor . .

back when the nursery was still under construction, i’m a thousand percent sure: satoru went all out with decorations ‘nd knick knacks to make the space feel extra homey <3 at least, it's what he says to excuse the splurging!

and the first time his baby stood up against the growth chart, he was holding her hands to keep her upright and steady, all while you marked a chalky line atop her head. it was only a silly joke between you two, your baby’s legs were like jelly— strong enough to hold only a feather!

then, next time, his baby’s the one pulling him into her room— legs strong enough to hold her own! grip strong enough to make him say ow when she pulls on his pinky finger, stomping her way around the house!

“what is it! what is it, cupcake?” his back’s arched over as he walks, “what’dya wanna show me?”

“look papa!” and his baby points at a new line marked against the chart he put up himself— a cute giraffe decal on the wall. he was so proud of his work back then, “i’m big!”

you’re there too, sitting on the rug in her room, twiddling a stick of chalk between your fingers. you tilt your head towards the chart, “new record for our baby.”

“ooooh my gosh!!” it’s loud and dramatic as he sweeps her up and off her feet, tucking her head into his neck, feeling all the little giggles come out of her against his shoulder. “my baby’s so big! i can’t believe it!”

there’s so much spinning and twirling and celebrating going on— that if you didn’t know your husband, you wouldn’t have guessed he was doing his best to not shed tears in her presence.

“my baby’s so big…” a little out of breath, he turns to look at you with trembling lips, “i can’t believe it.”

IM CRYING SO HARD. AFTER LOOKING AT THE CHART.

cw: mentions of blood, underground boxer!yuji, hurt/comfort, mentions of creepy bosses, money issues, might make this a mini series

“Itadori Yuji.”

The man in question stands as still as a statue in the entryway of your shared apartment. His shoulders tense and a shaky breath escapes him. “U-uh, hey! Hey, baby,” he says, pretending he’s still slipping his shoes off when you turn on the light.

“Look at me, Yuji.”

His shoulders slump and his head rolls back in defeat. A sheepish grin makes his way to his bruised face as he turns to you, hand scratching at the back of his neck. A shaky sigh falls from your lips and tears burn your lash line.

“Hey, hey,” he coos, hands cupping your face, “it’s not as bad as it looks, okay?” You shake your head in exasperation, pressing your face into his chest. “You said you would stop,” you mumble. A guilty sigh passes through his lips, big hands smooth down your sides.

“I know, angel. But we need the money, yeah? It’s just for a little bit, until—

“This is all my fault,” you cry into his chest, “i-if I w-would have just stayed working at the diner then— then you wouldn’t have to be—

“No.” It’s rare for Yuji to become stern with you, “Your boss was a creep and it was in the rougher part of the neighborhood. It’s not your fault. I’m a grown man, I chose to do this. Please don’t blame yourself, baby.” Hands run soothingly up your sides, soft kisses pressed to your hairline.

“I don’t like when you’re hurt,” you whisper, a kiss is placed to your head. “I know, angel.” You pull away from him, eyes taking in his lavender kissed face. You run your fingers over his busted knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to the ache.

“At least let me patch you up, please.”

“Okay, angel. Anything for you.”

Yoyo! Any chance I can order some jjk boys getting baby fever? And the way they’d bring up the topic of having children with their s/o? Do they drop not so subtle hints or just outright say it? Thx bb ∩^ω^∩

𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

♡ pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem!reader (seperate) ♡ content: fluff ♡ warnings: suggestive implications ♡ authors note: here u are ! i probably wont make a version with the jjk boys simply because the content is a bit suggestive than id like >< i hope u enjoy this (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )ु💌 thanks for stopping by ! these are a little longer than usual , hope that's ok !

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... thinks kids are little brats and ankle biters that spend the majority of their time purposefully trying to get on his last nerve with those cheeky smiles and grabby hands. that being said, gojo naturally loves kids. will he ever admit it? probably not. so when the two of you spend the day babysitting your baby nephew who's only recently beginning to walk, he admires the way you look with a chunky baby attached to your hip as you prepare lunch for the three of you in the kitchen. gojo has been a major help the entire afternoon with changing diapers and being at your every need, hint hint, he wants you to see how good of a father he would be. gojo stands at the kitchen counter with you, giving the baby a soft little poke in the cheek. your nephew is chubby, cheeks full of soft baby fat and eyes filled with wonder at the sight of gojo's brilliant, diamond eyes.

"i think he likes you," you hum, bouncing your nephew a few times as a chunky baby claw comes up and tugs at your hair without a care in the world. gojo chuckles, poking the baby's cheek again in response.

after the day ends with a successful babysitting job, the two of you collapse onto the sofa together as your nephew is finally taken off of your hands and gone home with his parents. gojo seems rather exhausted, laying his head on your chest with an exasperated sigh. despite a baby being exceptionally hard work, he can't help but find himself enjoying the little moments the three of you had together... in the back of his mind, he wonders what it would be like if you had your own child.

"babe, i want one." 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... has told you all about his former job volunteering at a kindergarten during the summer a few years back (elaborated here), and you're more than aware your boyfriend loves being around children and is incredibly good with them. at first, he's definitely a bit scary, but the scary man has a heart of gold and soul of light itself. the two of you are in a grocery store when he feels a light tub on his oversized pants, looking down to see a little boy with teary eyes looking back up at both of you.

"hey, little guy," geto says, tone softening immediately as he assesses the situation and crouches down to the little boy's eye level, "where are your parents?"

the little boy mumbles, sniffling into his sleeves as geto smiles fondly at him. you're more than surprised when you see your boyfriend gently take the little boy's hand in his, eyes ever so soft.

"it's okay, you can stick with us for now, okay? we'll find your parents," geto smiles, and after wandering the store for a bit and asking a staff member for help, the boy is reunited with his mother at the cash register. the little boy giggles, waving goodbye to you and geto as he grabs his mom's hand and walks out of the store. he can't help but imagine what you would look like, holding the hand of his own child as the you go grocery shopping. could you imagine it? he definitely can.

"he was cute, wasn't he?" geto smiles, taking the basket from you as the both of you continue your shopping. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... waits in line with you at his favorite ice cream stand. the weather was particularly warm today and he decided to take you out for a little treat considering the heat. he was more surprised when you came down the stairs in that pretty sundress he likes, nanami is more than sure he's in heaven right now as the two of you order ice cream cones. beside you, there's a little girl not more than four years old who's grubby hands hold a leaky ice cream cone and chomp away at the sweet dessert with bright eyes. the little girl's dad smiles at you and nanami fondly after noticing his daughter glance up at you curiously. nanami can't help but feel the blood rush to his face at the sight of you so chipper around the child; you were always great with kids.

"say hi, lele," the dad says, and the lele waves at you and nanami with sticky little ice cream hands. a soft laugh escapes you as you wave back. the little girl's hair was done up in pigtails that bounced with every move. when they leave, you turn back to nanami with lovesick eyes.

he can't deny it's still on his mind even a few minutes later as the two of you enjoy your ice cream cones together on a park bench.

he suddenly asks, "how do you feel about children?"

"oh, kids? i love kids," you smile, taking another lick at your ice cream. nanami tilts his head. that wasn't the answer he expected.

"no, i meant having kids."

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itadori yuuji x f!reader 18+ minors, ageless, blank blogs dni

itadori yuuji, who is so fucking filthy. who cums inside of you and then makes you hold your legs open wide so that he can watch as his cum slowly leaks out of you. who uses his own spit as lube when he slips his thumb into your ass without warning. who sends you voice memos of him as he jerks off. who grunts the nastiest shit in your ear when his balls slap against your ass with each thrust of his cock. who likes to roughly pinch your nipples while sweetly playing with your clit at the same time.

who watches videos of the two of you fucking with the volume turned all the way up while you're sitting right next to him – who sometimes does it in public. who eats you out from behind, only to move his mouth a little higher and lick at the ring of muscle. who makes you open wide and stick out your tongue so that he can spit directly into your mouth and then won't let you swallow until you're drooling. who never blushes once about any of it.

itadori yuuji, who gets so fucking shy when you call him handsome. who was too afraid to ask you on a date. who can't hide his smile when you lace your fingers with his and swing your joined hands as you walk together. who loves to be the little spoon but is too timid to ask. who sheepishly scratches the back of his head when you introduce him as your boyfriend.

whose ears turn as pink as his hair every single time that you tell him you love him. who feels like his face is on fire whenever you give him those sweet little kisses that he loves. who worries that you can hear his heart racing from nervousness when you rest your head on his chest. who gets so flustered when you tell your mutual friends that you want him to wife you and whine that he's taking too long.