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Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

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Someone’s been up for two days straight

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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satoru doesn’t mean to smile during arguments. really, he doesn’t. it just happens. you’re standing there, glaring at him like he’s the last brain cell on earth, hands on your hips, voice sharp with all the righteous fury of someone whose husband just loaded the dishwasher wrong for the third time this week. and he knows you’re mad. you’re scolding him, passionately, domestically, like a loving wife with a bone to pick and a kitchen to keep from descending into chaos.

but god, you’re so cute when you’re mad.

like—what is he supposed to do? not smile? not melt a little when you stomp your foot and jab your finger at the detergent pod box like it personally offended you? not get completely deranged over the fact that his wife, the love of his life, the person who picked him, is standing there yelling at him over crumbs on the counter like it’s the end of the world?

so yeah. he tends to smile. a little. maybe a lot. maybe it’s a grin. maybe it’s unhinged. he’s not even sure anymore.

and then you pause mid-rant. squint. narrow your eyes. “what are you smiling for? do you even take me seriously?”

satoru immediately gets full-body emotional whiplash. instant regret. wet cat mode activated.

“no, no, i do, angel, i swear,” he says way too fast, hands up like he’s being held at gunpoint. “i just—you're so cute when you're angry, it’s a problem. a serious one. i’m suffering.”

you don’t look amused. not even a little. he considers diving out the window.

because yeah, he’s bipolar about it. on one hand: you’re mad at him and that makes his chest ache and his brain fuzz and his heart do this panicky do something!!! dance. but on the other hand: he’d literally write sonnets about how hot you look when you're in cleaning gloves and yelling about mixing whites and darks.

it's a tragic situation. he wants to make it right. but he also wants to put a ring on your finger all over again.

because this is married life. this is love. this is you, with your hands on your hips and your brows furrowed, looking at him like he’s both the bane of your existence and the only idiot you’d trust with your forever.

and satoru’s brain just goes, wow. lucky me.

even if he’s currently in trouble for putting the towel in the wrong laundry load. again.

worth it. totally worth it.

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sleepy 🪽

ac: @vah_arina

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yuji and yuta comm!

my mc's!! 🙂‍↕️

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energetic gojo x tired reader

no one understood how the both of you even got together. satoru who was always the most energetic person in the room, always trying to lighten the mood, and you who looked you got 3 hours of sleep per week.

satoru enjoyed sweet treats, lots of sugar in his tea while you preferred coffee, the most bitter you can find, so that the caffeine can really kick in...it doesn't. you were the complete opposite.

but you still tried to match each other's energies. you would entertain his silly little ideas, laugh at his jokes a little too loud and have people staring weirdly at the both of you. you enjoyed his company and did yours.

especially on rainy days like theses, where you're trapped inside with nothing else to do but to snuggle, as you press you face into his chest absorbing the warmth of his body.

"this is nice...", you say once you have your leg wrapped around his torso, with his hand wrapped around you, caressing your arm. you ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

he breathes in slowly and breathes out, a huge grin on his face as he squeezes you more into him.

"yeah...it sure is", he presses a light kiss on your forehead. you sit in silence for a moment until he hears your quiet snores and your breathing steady. he smiles again pulling the blanket over you.

"sweet dreams, princess..."

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You guys can’t tell me 17 years old Gojo wasn’t stressing the fck out when he met Toji

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babyfever!satoru who nearly explodes when your baby bump starts to come in. He buys you a ton of little crop tops to show it off even though it is winter and you’d rather not walk around with your swollen belly out.

babyfever!satoru splurges on your doctors appointment (personal and related to the baby). He makes sure any medication you need for pain, morning sickness or headaches is in your hands before you can say ‘I feel ill Toru’. And those scans that can make you see the baby in your tummy in 3D? Oh, he would pay millions for you to experience that, so dont act surprised when he pulls out his black card.

babyfever!satoru warps to get your cravings to you as soon as possible, he doesn’t need his pretty little wife stressed for any longer than she needs to be. But don’t mistake it for him letting you eat whatever you want, all of your meals will be made by him and full of all the nutrients you need.

babyfever!satoru knew the gender before you were even pregnant, but his six eyes blessed him with absolute confirmation. But, because you were excited for the scan he waited to tell everyone else until after the doctor confirmed it.

babyfever!satoru drags you to parenting classes so he makes sure he has all the practice he needs. The poor man isn’t worried about you at all, he know you’ll pick it up with ease he could only hope to replicate.

babyfever!satoru who talks to your baby bump like his son is already in his arms. His reason? He needs to bond with the baby in any way he can so they have a healthy relationship. Satoru has always warned you, if he was going to be a dad, he was forever holding the title of No1.

babyfever!satoru becomes more and more impatient every, single, day. He just wants to meet your perfect baby and it eats away at him more and more as the months pass.

“And how much longer?” He asks the nurse as he rubs his large hand over your forever growing bump.

The nurses smile strains, he has asked her this question at least 100 times over the course of the pregnancy. She was probably considering changing career paths.

“Mr Satoru, the expected date hasn’t changed, it is still May 17th.”

Two entire more months.

He pouted all the way home.

babyfever!satoru sleeps with most of his body draped over yours, shielding your body from any risks during sleep. Not that you’d ever be in danger with the strongest by your side, but it is a worry in his head and it is the only way for him to sleep.

babyfever!satoru spends thousands on all sorts of equipment to optimise your comfort. Baby brace? You have one in every colour? Back support pillows? You have three for every room in the house. Clothes? He has a brand new wardrobe for you.

babyfever!satoru already has a massive pile of push presents for you.

babyfever!satoru who isn’t sure he can wait another minute.

Part 1

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babyfever!satoru begs you daily for a baby, he wants a little twin he can take care of and nurture in ways he never was as a child.

babyfever!satoru picks out clothes for a little baby boy, because he just knows your first child is going to be a boy. He would know because he has six eyes. Right?

babyfever!satoru shows off his collection to you and any other guest which drops by your penthouse, blabbing on about how his son will want for nothing and he will have the best parents the world could offer them.

babyfever!satoru who reads pregnancy and childcare books every night, almost like he is going to be the one carrying the baby and not you. You must admit it is a little cute to seem him invested in it, not just as a little phase, but as something he actually wants for the pair of you.

babyfever!satoru who tries to convince you not to take the pill while he is fucking your brains out, but he has yet to succeed.

“C’mon sweets, just one day, that’s all it will take.”

Dragging you back down onto his cock, he stared all glassy eyed down at you, your sweet pussy on the verge of bringing him to tears.

But even as he fucked you for what must have been the tenth time tonight, you found sense.

“N-no Satoru.”

babyfever!satoru makes a point of picking up babies and pinching their cheeks to try and change your mind. He knows you want kids in a few years, but the poor man is so desperate. He loves you so much and he craves a family with you nearly as much as he craves you.

babyfever!satoru nearly faints when two years later you tell him you are pregnant. And surprise, surprise, it ends up being a boy.

Part 2

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i miss u !

ᥫ᭡. husband gojo after not seeing you for two weeks. (pure fluff)

"guess who's home~!" you heard the front door open, followed by the soft thud of a few bags hitting the floor.

your heart jumped, but you kept your pace steady as you walked toward the entrance, arms loosely crossed over your chest. "took you long enough," you teased, though the warmth in your voice gave you away.

gojo stood there, slightly disheveled from travel- hair tousled, blindfold pushed up onto his forehead, and a faint tiredness beneath his grin. "aww, no 'welcome home, satoru'? that's cold, babe."

you rolled your eyes but stepped closer, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his face. "welcome home... stinky," you added, smiling as his grin widened. "when's the last time you showered?"

"better," he chuckled before tugging you into a hug, ignoring your question. his arms wrapped around you snugly, warm and familiar, letting yourself relax against him for a moment.

"long mission?" you asked softly.

"yeah... missed you, though," his hand rested lightly against your lower back as he pressed a kiss to your hair. "thought about you the whole time."

"mm, I bet you did," you replied, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. "now, are you gonna stand here all night, or are you gonna help me unpack those bags you just dropped?"

gojo laughed, the sound bright and carefree as he let you go- reluctantly, but without complaint. "bossy as ever," he teased.

"someone has to keep you in line."

"and I wouldn't have it any other way.

all work written by @/yushiguro. do not copy or steal.

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boyfriend texts | r.suna

-> pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, u and suna having a diva off, kys/kms jokes, none of the texts r connected to each other | genre: fluff, crack (a smidge) | mlist

-> rq: random texts between you and your boyfriend, suna

—a/n: idk if i like these tbh but it is what it is

tag: @cherrysurf (who also beta’d against her will ty)

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imagine the horror on sukunas face when his daughter starts saying the slangs he uses 😭

it was bound to happen. sukuna’s vocabulary was always going to come back to bite him in the ass. you just didn’t think it would be your sweet, precious angel who would be the one to scream—

"FUCK!"

—in the unusually quiet sukuna household.

you froze. sukuna froze. the houseplants probably froze. there was a pin-drop silence as you slowly turned to look at your sweet baby girl, standing in the middle of the living room with her tiny fists clenched, an identical scowl to her father’s on her face.

"…baby," you said carefully, "what did you just say?"

"FUCK!" she repeated, as if testing out the weight of the word, her face scrunching in concentration. you gasped. 

"sukuna."

"why the fuck are you looking at me?" sukuna hissed, then immediately winced. "shit—fuck—damn it!"

"papa said a bad word!" babykuna pointed, looking gleeful.

"you just said it first!" sukuna yelled, looking personally betrayed. you rubbed your temples, already feeling a headache coming on. “where did you even learn that word?” 

your baby girl blinked at you. "from papa."

you turned your head so slowly towards your husband that you swore you heard your neck crack.

"of course she did."

sukuna was silent.

"baby," you knelt down in front of your daughter, taking her tiny hands in yours. "we don’t say that word, okay?"

her little face fell, eyes glistening with tears as she realized you weren’t pleased. "did i…" she sniffled, voice wobbling, "did i dis’point mama?"

oh. oh no. you felt actual heartbreak rip through your chest as you scooped her up, hugging her tight. "no, no, no, baby, you could never disappoint me—"

but before you could fully reassure her, she burst into tears, wailing, "i don’t wanna make mama sad—!"

"shit," sukuna muttered, running a hand down his face. "now look what you did."

"what i did?!" you shot back, eyes blazing. "you're the reason she knows that word in the first place!"

"it's a normal word!" sukuna argued, throwing his arms up. "people say it everyday!"

"SHE'S FIVE!"

as you continued to yell, sukuna slowly retreating into the corner of the room, crouching down, his arms wrapped around his knees. he was silent. too silent. you paused mid-rant, suddenly aware of the existential crisis happening behind you.

"…sukuna?"

he didn’t respond. just stared into the abyss, eyes vacant. "i failed as a parent," he muttered to himself, voice hollow. "my baby girl… my princess… she swore before she even learned to spell properly. i—i’ve corrupted her—"

you blinked. "sukuna, what the hell—"

"don't cuss in front of her!" he snapped, looking devastated.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!"

"mama said a bad word!" babykuna gasped.

"oh my god." you wanted to scream.

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Fruity 🍉

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You see them cry for the first time

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

my smau masterlists one and two

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JJK Boys as cats!♡

small scenarios of Megumi, Yuji and Gojo as cats

warnings: none!

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Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒 恵

I like to imagine that Megumi is like a typical quiet cat, always napping somewhere and peacefully sunning himself by the window.

You come home after shopping at the supermarket, and go straight to the kitchen. While putting the groceries away, you feel a light touch on your leg. You look down and see a black ball of fur, staring at you as if it was waiting for something.

A smile appears on your face: “I didn’t forget about you, mister — I bought you snacks!”

You take a fish-shaped cookie out of the package and offer it to him, but nothing happens. He continues to stare at you.

“Aren't you hungry?”

You go back to organizing until you feel another light nudge. There he is — Megumi, watching you, waiting for some reward.

You discover what reward he was waiting for after stroking his head, pleasure evident when he closes his eyes and rubs against the palm of your hand, asking for more affection.

Not all quiet cats are grumpy!

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Yuji Itadori | 虎杖 悠仁

Unlike Megumi, Yuji is a silly cat, but he’s also very curious.

You were working from home. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you typed emails and worked on other tasks.

If Itadori wasnt on the windowsill watching the city, he was playing with an old plushie you gave him (that he destroyed in two days)

But that day was different — not out of the ordinary, but he was in curious mode.

While you were paying attention to the screen, you felt a weight on your lap, and saw a snowshoe with a red collar.

You couldn’t stop to pet him, but he didn’t mind. He was curious about what you were doing.

His eyes followed the cursor, and he moved his head as you did, as if he were imitating you.

After a few minutes, you heard a purr and saw the cat sleeping peacefully in your lap.

He loved your company — he was always waiting for your arrive at windowsill.

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Gojo Satoru | 五条悟

I guess most people know what it's like. A mischievous cat, always getting into trouble, always with his ears perked up, but he melts your heart.

After a long morning exploring, probably with another cat, Geto, your cats neighbor, he sneaks through the door and lies down in the middle of the living room rug while you're watching your favorite show.

As the day goes on, wherever you go, he's nearby. In the kitchen? He'll be on the counter. In the bedroom? On the bed. In the living room? Lying on the rug. In the bathroom? Waiting outside the door.

When you go to sleep, you feel a presence right next to you-

A white cat settling down right next to you. When you don't pay attention to him, he tries to play with you by climbing on top of you or licking your face.

A very social and loving cat. Clingy, but a clinginess you wouldn't trade for anything!

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notes: cat=life

sorry for the bad english!