Geto Is Desperate

Geto is desperate

hahaahah pain. imagine always texting gojo “come back to me” when he goes away on missions and the day he gets sealed you had found out you were pregnant so you texted him “come back to us” but he didn’t see it. the second he gets out of the box he’s looks at his phone only to see your message and all the gears click in his head. he warps to you and slams the front door of your shared house open. youre standing in the kitchen with your baby bump prominently showing after he missed months of your pregnancy already. he walks as fast and carefully as he could to you with tears in his eyes and just drops to his knees clinging to you. all he can utter out is “i’m sorry” over and over and over again. until he finishes with “i’ll always come back to you” while your hands soothe down his rumpled hair.

nooo anon this legit made me so sad T_T how dare u >:( /j

like imagine how playful those “come back to me” texts would be because u know he’ll always do. and then one night on halloween u were in the bathroom taking the pregnancy test and gojo doesn’t know when he suddenly shouts “i’ll head out for a bit. i love you!” then u see the test is positive so u texted him like “i’ll show u something, come back to us” but he never replies nor reads the text then later on u find out that he got locked in the box i mean T_T ur world just shatters & now u have his baby u weren’t sure if u want to keep it

the end of everything (husband!gojo x wife!reader)

tags: manga spoilers, angst with a happy ending, although honestly it wasn't as angsty as i thought it was, a grain of fluff/domesticity, emotional gojo, mentions of pregnancy, death, kissing, geto suguru, fushiguro toji

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additional note: we don't know if gojo's ever gonna get unsealed (and tbh i'm losing hope) so when he comes back here i just based it on how many months a very very prominent bump would be lolz. you'd also notice that i didn't put much detail on how gojo got unsealed bc i have no idea how it'd go ✌🤭

when the two of you still weren’t dating and were in some sort of ‘we’re friends and yes we feel something for each other but no we aren’t a couple' relationship, it was gojo’s habit to send you short videos of himself acting like he’s moping around your apartment while muttering your name and chanting “come home” whenever you go on long missions.

there were times when the videos he sent consisted of him in a dark room, your duvet on top of his head (you could tell because of the pattern), two of your scented candles lit beside him on your bed, and a picture frame of a very horrible candid photograph of you he was hugging like you were dead.

it pissed you off and made you miss him at the same time because he looked like an abandoned little puppy. so sometimes you just dragged him along with you or cut the mission short in less than four days to get him to stop (and be with him sooner).

at first, you never really got the reason why he kept doing that when he knew you would come home eventually. but after he told you about the time he fought fushiguro toji and knocked on death's door, you finally understood.

so when he embarked on another long journey of exorcising curses the next day, you started the habit of texting him "come back to me safe" as soon as he got out of the door and he always, always texted you back with “i’ll always do! (ʃƪ˶˘ ﻬ ˘˶)”.

without fail, without exceptions, without inconsistency, however late it was, however early it was, whatever godforsaken time it was at three o’clock in the morning, his response would always be there along with some picture of him doing a peace sign and a pout on his stupid adorable kissable face you just want to bite.

you really should’ve known better than to grow complacent.

it was just a normal night. halloween. he wanted to go out for some dinner but you were too tired to walk at night.

it was a few minutes to seven p.m. so you were standing in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil so you could cook the udon noodles you were going to wrap on the tempura to make the dish look a little halloween-y. behind you was your husband in the form of gojo satoru, lanky but muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

his face was buried on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck as he hummed some tune he heard from a television commercial. you still remember how his soft, glossy lips started ghosting from the back of your ear to your shoulder as he started slowly swaying the both of you to his humming, and how in the middle of that, you suddenly got the urge to urinate so you turned around, tiptoed, and pecked him softly on the mouth before you told him to “watch the noodles, ‘toru. i’m going to the bathroom”.

you still remember how you took the two boxes of pregnancy tests that had been feeling too heavy out of your pockets, and how in the middle of doing your business, gojo knocked on the door and informed you through the wall that a curtain was cast at shibuya.

his voice at that time was still his usual high-pitched, cheery, enthusiastic, unbothered tone; like he was expecting other sorcerers to be able to handle the brewing mess.

you still remember the way he suddenly got silent when you asked if they needed him, and how after exactly 17 seconds later just when you were finishing up, you heard his voice again. that time it was low-pitched, serious, somber, dull; you could tell he received some sort of message that he was holding himself back from telling you.

“i’m being summoned, baby. i’ll see you later. i love you.”

you didn’t even have the time to respond before you felt his presence disappear. he teleported. you knew that meant he was in a hurry.

thinking back, you really should’ve told him to go inside so he saw what you were doing. this may be bold of you to think of, but maybe he wouldn’t have left if you did.

that night, you received the two biggest news of your life.

first, a few minutes after your husband left, you found out that all your suspicions about your missed period, frequent urination, fatigue, and mood swings were right. you were, indeed, pregnant.

at 7:04 p.m., you sent your husband the usual text with a tiny modification.

come back safe to us, toru. i have something to tell you.

you sent a photo.

-.-

second, a few hours after your husband left, you found out that, well, he had been sealed.

on the upside, it finally answered your questions as to why you never heard back from him, why he never read your text, and why he never sent you his usual response.

on the downside, he was now treated as a criminal in the jujutsu society, getting him out of that stupid box would be considered a crime, itadori's sentence was back, japan was in chaos, the world will soon be in chaos, you don't know when he was going to be back, you don't know how he was inside, you don't know if he's safe, you don't know when he would come home, if he would come home.

oh. and you also have his baby who you're going to have to take care of for the rest of your life. alone. possibly.

for the rest of the following days, you were disoriented. how was he feeling? when he found out that the man he had killed, his best friend, his one and only, was back? was he devastated? hurt? shocked? confused?

why didn't you go with him? why didn't you go out of that door for a few seconds to have one last moment with him? hug him? kiss him goodbye? tell him you love him? that he will be the only man you would ever love? that you're so happy he chose you? that you would wait forever until he comes back to you? that you would give anything just so he comes back to both of you?

there's no way you could've known.

those were shoko's words to you when she came to the apartment to check on your well-being two days after the incident. she was worried about not having heard anything from you.

"before he went to the elders, satoru came to school and made me promise to look after you if anything happens."

"so he knew something was going to happen."

"he's very intuitive, after all. so how have you been feeling?"

"oh, you know. the usual feelings when you've been given news that your husband might never come back; devastated, exhausted, grieving,

…pregnant."

a beat, shoko's droopy eyes widen.

"what the hell?"

the doctor's visit was the catalyst for you to decide what your next move would be.

frankly, you had second thoughts about whether you wanted to join the culling game or if you wanted to keep the child. because god knows you can't do both.

but for once, you decided to be selfish.

the fetus in your womb was the most important reminder you would have of your sealed husband that you could hold for years. you were dead set on protecting your baby, even if it meant escaping japan like some wanted criminal and going to another country until everything else settles.

for half a year, you went through the pregnancy all by yourself in some foreign nation where you knew no one. every hour of the day, you messaged your husband, hoping deep inside that one day, the all-familiar 'read' would appear in the conversation signaling the end of your nightmare.

you told him about your morning sickness, mood swings, all your cravings, sleepless nights, hormonal changes, and whenever you feel your child kick.

he seems strong, toru.

that's good, isn't it?

he probably got it from you.

humorously, you never explicitly told him that you were pregnant.

at the start of your third trimester, you decided to go back to japan when you deemed it would be fine to. shoko constantly updated you about everything. the aftermath, who died, who almost died, who survived, how many funerals you missed.

when you were about to board the plane, you sent a text to your husband.

we're about to go back to tokyo.

i can't believe it's been 7 months.

can you, satoru?

i really hope you come back soon.

it's so hard without you.

we miss you so much. i love you.

he loves you too, btw. he just kicked me.

time doesn’t pass inside the prison realm.

gojo had no idea how long he had been trapped, how long he had been sealed. how long his students had to fight without him, to save him.

how many days, months, or years you waited for him.

the moment he got out, everything was fuzzy; his brain couldn’t process anything.

gojo never slept inside the box, but he felt like the fushiguro toji incident all over again when he came face to face with death and was allowed one more chance to live. so he woke up from his coma, learned the reverse cursed technique, and warped to the sorcerer killer for payback.

except this time, what he learned was that the constant vibration in his pocket was your newly sent text messages informing him that you woke up from your nap because—

he kept kicking.

i couldn’t sleep properly.

:(

‘he kept kicking’? are you in danger?

the gears finally started turning inside his head as he began scrolling through the rest of the messages. gojo still couldn’t really make sense of what you talked about in all those thousands of texts, but the newly appeared white bubble did.

you finally read it…

come back to us, satoru.

let’s have the udon the three of us never got to eat.

i love you.

we'll be waiting for you. always.

this time, instead of warping to the man who made the six eyes feel so useless, so powerless, and such a weak person, he goes straight to you. the second person in his life who made gojo satoru feel… satoru. the only woman who he’ll ever love and will manifest his love through a child, an heir.

his footsteps have never felt so heavy in his whole life as he arrived outside your shared home. not even when he came face to face with suguru after a year, not even when “suguru” took half of his head off and showed him that disgusting talking brain.

i wanna go back to that box.

with a deep sigh, he twisted the handle and slammed the door open. he swiftly made his way to the kitchen where he knew you would be.

and then he sees you.

despite his six eyes, every single thing in his surroundings became blurry. everything in his world slowed down, there was ringing in his ears, his heart beats too loudly for his liking, and the bitter taste of bile slowly started making its way through his mouth.

his vision focused wholly on you. only you. his baby, his wife. his wife.

it was déjà vu. as it was the moment before he got sealed.

you were standing in front of the stove, watching the pot of noodles. only this time, you're facing him, you're looking at him, you're smiling and crying.

your stomach was also sticking out waaaaay more than he remembered, and suddenly satoru is bawling as he slowly makes his way to you.

"i'm sorry, baby. i'm so sorry."

you didn't know to whom he was apologizing. or why. it's not his fault. nothing is his fault.

"did you feel that, 'toru? he seems excited to finally hear his dada's voice."

he was kneeling in front of you, arms wrapped around your waist with an ear pressed against your belly. you rake your hand through his unruly alabaster hair. it's amazing. how even after seven months it's still as soft and as lustrous as ever.

you missed him so much.

your husband closed his eyes as more tears streamed out of his eyes. he kept pressing his lips onto different parts of your stomach, his quiet mutters of "i'm sorry" never-ending. your baby responds well to his voice, kicking back every other moment.

your maternity dress had long been drenched with tears and the boiling noodles had long been saggy when gojo finally stood back up, eyes swollen and face red from all the crying. you're sure you appear the same.

and he’s finally looking at you. for the first time since he came home, he takes your face in. your face was a lot chubbier, a lot rounder. and it’s so damn cute. you were sniffing, your cheeks, philtrum, and lips were wet from crying. your eyes were puffy yet behind those orbs, gojo sees a certain glint of warmth he’s seen countless times whenever he’s with you. and it was mixed with a particular yearning he was no stranger to.

then his lips are on yours.

it’s messy and salty and sticky and one of the best kisses you two have ever shared.

your mouths were moving in sync with the same amount of fervor and god. he’s never been this deprived of anything else before.

it’s slow and sensual yet the way he devours your lips is like that of a famished man who was devoid of any food or water for years before he finally saw an oasis, a cornerstone, a life saver.

you return the same amount of passion he’s giving you, slightly swollen hands coming up to rest on his neck.

satoru wishes for the moment to last forever if it wasn’t for his need of oxygen and your need to breathe. he definitely won’t have it if you suddenly collapsed because of him.

he broke the prolonged kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tightened his hold on your hips and started slowly swaying you side to side.

with the feeling of your warm breath fanning against his mouth and a smile adorning both of your lips, he whispers.

“no matter how long, how far, how absurd, how futile…

i’ll always come back to you.”

ps. i just want to add that the photo reader sent wasn't a pic of the pregnancy test lmao i was thinking it was probably just some kind of selfie showing her face after going to the bathroom

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions & reblogs are appreciated *kith kith*

Ok but toji picking you up from college in his motorcycle and hes wearing a leather jacket ugh i cant

Omgggg yesss >>

Cw: fluff, kisses, pet names, reader is in college, toji has a motorcycle

Hes always waiting for you, leant back against the black and silver scope of the bike, holding his black helmet you've decorated with cute stickers while your pink one rests on the leather of the seat.

When you come bustling out of the auditorium you're running to him, your school bag swinging as you leap into Toji's open arms.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy!" He chuckles, petting a large hand over your head as he leans down to press a soft peck to your lips, "how was school?"

Toji hands you your helmet, helping you put it on as you look around at the surrounding college students.

"S'okay," you shrugged, yawning a bit when Toji taps the top of your helmet downwards a tad

Toji nods at that, picking you up and placing you onto the seat of the bike before sitting down in front of you.

"Gotcha' something," he smiles and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he rummages through the motorcycle's baggage compartment.

You link your arms around his waist excitedly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he turns slightly to hand you a Hello Kitty peep.

With a smile, you gasp, taking the packaged sweet from him with a kiss to his cheek, "thankyou so much, Toji!" You stare at the cutely designed treat in awe before slipping it into your bag.

"Anything fr'you, cutie." He smirks, kissing you before starting up the engine of the bike.

The thundering rumble of the engine sends a warm chill up your spine, urging you to link your arms around Toji's waist once more, to which he pets your forearm gently before pulling out of your college's parking lot.

Forever My Girl| Toji

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Afab! Reader

Synopsis: this is your last time with toji. an inevitable end, but it hurts more than either of you expected it to.

Warnings: 18+, smut (penetration, oral f and m receiving, dry humping, mentions of breeding), swearing, angst

“What do you mean you’re leaving?”

Toji sets the bottle that he had just chugged down onto the coffee table in front of him, taking his time to answer you as he reclines back into the cushions of the couch. 

“I mean exactly what I said. I’m gonna go,” he says, sighing through his nose while avoiding your gaze. “For good this time.” 

He always had a habit of leaving, usually suddenly and without warning for which he eventually explained it was for work. What work it was, he never told you and your intuition made you think it would be best to not pry. 

The fact that he bothered to sit you down and tell you explicitly that he’s going away makes you certain he is telling the truth, as well as the fact that he seems to care for you. 

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WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? we all know baby megumi is a menace and toji is a potty mouth. i can imagine tiny little megumi with his big adorable eyes following toji around with a swear jar to make some extra pocket money but at the same time makes toji bring him to buy gifts for the reader. (and toji catching on and playing along for megs)

this is so cute and comical omggg!! i love soft toji and baby gumi interactions so much, they make me so happy fr! ahhh i had fun writing this short thing and i hope you’ll like this one <33

> megumi calls reader his ‘mommy’ but i didnt specify if shes mamaguro or toji remarried or smthn. lapslock. dad toji and baby gumi centric. no curses au!

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“ow, what the fuck!” toji curses, swiveling to see what hit his shin only to gape at the sight of megumi holding out the swear jar at toji while managing to look smug even with his face smoothed out blankly. beside the boy is his damned scooter which he must have used to whack toji’s leg.

“daddy, you swore,” megumi replies when toji still doesn’t move to drop a yen.

toji glowers at his son, but megumi only blinks at him.

another slow blink. like a cat.

…okay, that was adorable.

“fine,” toji finally grumbles, digging into his pockets for all his loose change and drops them into the jar. the corner of megumi’s lips quirk up slightly, before he is running away, his tiny feet padding silently on the floor.

toji sighs, exasperated but fond, before turning back to his call. he ignores shiu’s soft chuckles.

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“shit,” toji whispers, raising his leg and scowling at the lego piece stuck on his foot. he plucks it out, and turns to the floor where megumi’s now-ruined spaceship lay, flattened and ugly. 

toji frowns, remembering the hours that his son has poured into creating the spaceship, often forgoing his other toys and focusing most of his after-daycare hours to work on the spaceship. toji also remembers how you and megumi bonded every afternoon as you helped him make a bunch of tiny spacecraft for the spaceship, muffled giggling shared between you two as if the lego-building was a top secret mission. 

well. he better get to fixing it before megumi comes back. he doesn’t want his boy being all sad and–

“gumi?”

“yes, daddy?”

“since when were you here?”

“since you said the bad poo word,” megumi answers. a beat of silence. then, the clattering of a handful of coins against ceramic. 

toji holds back a sigh as he looks up from the mess and meets megumi’s mirthful eyes, the boy crouching by toji’s side with the swear jar in his hands. “so. ‘shit’ counts?”

megumi nods. “and you have to pay two times because you said it two times.”

“right. okay. makes sense.” it doesn’t.

but toji has no loose changes in him this time so he stands up, heads to your shared bedroom, and rummages around the vanity. he finds twenty yen which is probably enough for megumi’s swear jar. 

“here you go squirt,” toji says as he holds out his hand towards megumi. 

megumi takes them with another of his small smiles. “thank you daddy.” he walks away. “please keep swearing.”

toji blinks. “y’mean not to swear, yeah?”

“no,” megumi replies, not once stopping to entertain his dad now that toji has paid his swear jar fees, and leaves him in your shared room.

toji pinches the bridge of his nose before returning to megumi’s room to fix the broken lego spaceship. 

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“daddy, what’s satoru-nii again?”

“an asshole.”

toji pauses, frowning as he turns to megumi. megumi’s blinking at him innocently, meeting toji’s eyes wordlessly, then, ever-so slowly, he presents the swear jar.

toji processes the whole situation, gaping as his eyes widen in astonishment. “gumi, what the hell?”

megumi smiles wider, so boyishly excited. “you said ‘notha one!” he shakes the jar harder in his excitement.

toji drops his newspaper and turns to megumi, serious but mostly concerned. “baby,” he starts, not knowing how to ask why his son was hell-bent on making him cuss, even going out of his way to instigate it.

toji remembers his poor shin and suppresses a groan.

“what’s with the swear jar?” he asks.

megumi’s brows furrow. “you din’ pay yet.”

“right,” toji utters, pulling out crumpled money from his pockets and placing them inside the jar. “so, y’gon’ answer me?”

megumi hums, baby face going giddy again. “mother’s day gift!”

oh. 

“gumi,” toji says, pulling his son into his arms. “y’know you coulda just asked for money, right? you din’ need to make me swear.”

megumi hums again, shrugging. “but i wanted to earn by m’self.”

toji almost laughs, his shoulders shaking from quelling his barks of laughter at the thought of megumi thinking that making toji swear and pay for said swears is earning for himself. 

he presses a kiss on the crown of megumi’s head. their precious darling boy is so comedic sometimes. toji smiles, fond and full and bright.

“i see,” he murmurs. “want me to help you buy mommy a gift?”

megumi nods, grinning so happily as he says, “yes!”

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(the swear jar money ended up not being enough to pay for the gift that megumi chose for you so toji paid for it whole, letting megumi keep them as his pocket money.

megumi doesn’t know anything about this interaction and toji intends to keep it that way.)

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Satoru & Suguru