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[dear-dreamie]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[dear-dreamie]

satoru says you have magic fingers.

it’s not in the lewd, gross way that he jokes about with himself, but a softer, more genuine compliment. on nights when he returns home after a long work day, head throbbing with a dull pain and eyes sore from the day’s activities, satoru comes to bed seeking the touch of your fingertips.

you start with a welcoming kiss on his lips, another few on his cheeks, a light hold around his jawline as your thumbs caress the warm skin beneath. satoru’s leaning into you without a second thought, so that your tender lips may leave another kiss on his forehead, and another, and another. a soft hum as you begin melting away his troubles.

then, you’re pushing away his blindfold—slowly—up and over his head to lay it on the nightstand. the usual glimmer in satoru's eyes is long dead, just a small flicker dulled by all the meetings and exorcised curses from the day. bags have started to form under his eyes. your poor baby.

delicate fingers travel up to take place in frayed, white strands of hair, and you see the stiffness leave satoru's body as he relaxes into your hold. the way you thread through his hair, rubbing over his scalp, squeezing lightly, is enough to rid him of today’s troubles. satoru's eyes ease shut. he whispers out a sigh, and the corners of his lips twitch when you move closer to give his tired eyelids a kiss, too.

the tension is leaving his body in waves, all at your whispered confession: i love you, satoru. and then he leans forward again to steal another kiss from your lips, resting his forehead against yours and snaking both arms around your waist to press you tighter against him. you both lay like this for only a few minutes before he's dozed off. that's all it takes before your enamoured kisses and the soothing touch of your magic fingers put satoru straight to sleep.

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[dear-dreamie]

⢷ ◜ ♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝑴𝒀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 . . .

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ᝰ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

. . . discl. bittersweet, angst but comfort, mention of kidnapping, all with good ending, nanami, geto, gojo

. . . an. oh, god, this one hurt, specially gojo’s. he deserved so much better, somebody sedate me.

[dear-dreamie]

sending them an ultrasound to tell them you’re pregnant

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

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[dear-dreamie]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[dear-dreamie]

heian era satoru is a god among men. gifted with the looks and prowess of the deities - he alone bares the title of 'the strongest'. with the ability to distort and expand space itself, there are few who hold a candle to him, let alone foolish enough to challenge his authority.

he's gorgeous, the kind of beauty that only higher beings possess. every contour of his skin is sculpted to perfection, every line carefully painted, pale skin a testament to the star from which he was born. behind bandages that cover the upper half of his face are the jewels he called eyes. not two like the normal person, but six, proof of his inhumanity. they're an arctic shade of blue - icy and cold.

as a ruler, he is far from merciful. he does things according to his own rulebook, and anyone who steps out of line does not live to tell the tale. corpses are unable to talk, unfortunately.

his personality is of the worst kind; he's cocky, arrogant and self-indulgent. it's especially noticeable when he's in battle. he enjoys the high and thrill of bloodshed, and he encourages his enemies to fight with everything they have. toppling their pride feels better that way.

he has no need for a wife or concubines, no matter how many women throw themselves at his feet or how many are offered up by their parents. his absence at marriage meetings becomes the norm, and the most eligible bachelor quickly becomes unattainable.

he stands alone in all of his glory, pleas for wife and future heir falling on deaf ears. no matter how much the elders try to convince him he is adamant - he will not have either.

that is, until his six eyes catch sight of you.

you - aphrodite's personal creation. from the first look, satoru is hooked.

he makes a weak attempt to swallow - he's oddly parched. he isn't sure what is; be it pure, innocent curiosity or the deeper, more sinister seeds of obsession, he allows his feet to move like moth to flame.

he looks at you like he sees god, like the perpetual ticking of time has come to a halt. like he's in the presence of divinty.

you greet him like everyone else, bowing in respect and calling him by his title. 'your majesty'. it doesn't sound right on your lips, he thinks. so he requests for you to call him by his first name and you do, who are you ro refuse your ruler?

but satoru? satoru, god, satoru forgets to breathe.

he's ready to tear out his beating heart and place it in your hold already. he's sure you'd take good care of it.

the syllables that make up the name 'satoru' have never sounded more beautiful. with a voice honeyed and dipped in sugar, you introduce yourself, and your name ricochets off the bone of his skull before it buries itself in the tissue of his brain known as memory.

he has never lowered himself for anyone but if you asked he'd be on his knees in an instant.

he sets about courting you. you find roses dyed a deep royal blue on your balcony, along with a note from their sender. the finest jewelry find purchase on your dresser - probably from villages he'd massacred - and the newest silks rest against your figure (your favourite garment is eerily similar to a woman's who had badmouthed you in satoru's presence). all from him. you deserve the best, after all.

he takes note of your likes and dislikes, ever fascinated by how expressive you are. he's infatuated, but it doesn't feel half bad. instead it feels like it's what he was made to do. he's convinced that you and him were written in the stars; that the gods themselves would envy him for taking you as his own.

and you? you revel in your newfound power over the most powerful person of your era. you'd asked him once if he'd kill for you and his answer was instant. a simple yes.

perhaps your personality is as twisted as his, but it felt so good.

[dear-dreamie]

Puppy gojo and kitty geto!

[dear-dreamie]

VICTIM N°1 : MEGUMI

summary: doing the “just give me my money” trend with your boyfriend and best friends.

wc: 990

a/n: i LOVE this trend, i had to write something abt it. and YES i’m writing, i have a lot coming trust me 😓 not proofread

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you couldn’t contain your laugh as yuji knocked at megumi’s dorm door.

“shh, he’s going to understand we’re pranking him.”

nobara shushed you, but she also couldn’t stop laughing. yuji rolled his eyes at the both of you, telling you to shut your mouths when the door open suddenly.

the three of you froze as megumi gave all of you a death glare.

he stared at Yuji with a frown.

“What do you want?”

megumi said with his usual stoic voice, glancing at you again

yuji chuckled nervously, and said bluntly.

“y/n wanted to ask you something.”

you looked at him with widened eyes, shaking your hands.

“what? that wasn’t the plan—“

nobara pocked your waist, murmuring you a “he’s your boyfriend, he won’t get mad if it’s you that ask him.”

and glancing at yuji, you found him grinning with his both thumbs up. you sighed, looking back at megumi who was watching the person in front of him with confusion and annoyance.

“meg’, baby,” you started, walking closer to him, his expression softening slightly “we found a cute trend to do, and we wanted to try it with you. What do you say ?”

the three of you smiled with anticipation, watching the black haired boy who just sighed.

“no.”

he then slapped the door shut.

yuji, nobara and you stayed mouth open, out of words. yuji spoke first, scratching his head.

“well, it could have been worse. One time, he crashed my head with the door of his dorm—“

the door opening again cut him off, and megumi extended his arm, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside his room.

you stared up at him confused as she closed the door behind you, with a yuji and a nobara dumbfounded.

you chuckled softly as he looked down at you in a way he only used for you.

“i want to spend time with you.”

he simply said, and you rolled your eyes affectionately as you leaned closer.

“then do the video with us, mm ?”

you showed him your puppy eyes.

“then I’ll spend the rest of the day with you.”

he made a disgusted grimace at your puppy eyes, looking away. well, he was acting like it repulsed him when he did this because he just couldn’t say no to you when you looked at him like that.

“ok,ok I’ll do it. just..stop looking at me with those eyes.”

you clasped your hands together, smiling as you ran to the door to opened it for the rest of your friends.

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you were smiling so hard as you glanced at yuji and nobara who also couldn’t stop laughing with anticipation.

megumi was the only one who looked unbothered beside you, his eyes looking at nobara’s phone who was positioned on a furniture.

“okay, so basically what you have to do is saying ‘just give me my money’ like this.”

you said before pointing nobara.

“kugisaki, demonstration!”

yuji added. she took a deep breath, she knew if she laughed megumi will know something was off.

she moved her hand like she saw in the previous videos, and spoke with a deep voice.

“just give my monnney.”

yuji clapped his hand over his mouth, he almost burst out laughing.

you glanced at megumi, who lifted one eyebrow at Nobara.

“that’s it ?”

he mumbled, looking back at you. you shook your head, clapping in your hands once.

“no, after saying that, everyone cheers you up. okay ? you have to clap in your hands and…smile ?”

he rolled his eyes, crossing his eyes but moved in the frame of the phone camera.

“i won’t smile.”

you sighed, glancing a last time at your both friends in front of you before turning on the video.

yuji went first, saying the sentence before he clapped in his hands. nobara and you clapped as well and cheered him, and megumi, well…was megumi. he clapped with the pace of a turtle, but at least he did it.

next was nobara, and everything was the same. then it was you, your smile reached your ears as you said the words.

this time megumi actually clapped, and even had a small smirk on his lips seeing how joyful you were.

the others stared at him in disbelief, offended.

yhen it was his turn, and with the same little smile on his lips he said in a sigh.

“just give me my money.”

he raised his hands, ready to clap for himself but stopped mid air when no one moved.

yuji closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to not laugh as nobara stared at megumi’s expression, and you were the first one to laugh.

you just couldn’t help it, the frown on your boyfriend face was so funny. soon after, the room was filled with laughter.

megumi just stood there, silently as he fixed the camera.

you wiped the tears away from your eyes as you put a hand on his arm.

“aw, come on baby, it was just a joke.”

the two others kept laughing, they couldn’t even breathe.

“It’s not even that funny.”

megumi mumbled grumpily, looking away. you pocked his cheek.

“yes it was, you should’ve seen your face.”

he glanced down at you, then shot a death glare at the duo who were slowly calming down.

“keep an eye open tonight, you three.”

the threat made you gulp as you looked at the other who were now scared. you three immediately started to run toward the exit but a hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from escaping.

“wait! itadori! kugisaki!”

but they simply gave you a sorry expression before leaving his dorm. You sighed.

the traitors.

“where are you going ? i will send my dogs after them, you, you stay here with me. all the rest of the day, remember?”

megumi murmured against your nape, and a soft smile formed on your lips.

ah yes, you often forgot the privileges of being his girlfriend.

© yxxdel 2024 — all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or redistribute my work without permission.

[dear-dreamie]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: satoru intends to escape from his clan as soon as possible and start studying at jujutsu tech, but he wants you to go with him and is trying to persuade you;

content: fluff, satoru is secretly in love with you, best friends;

“come with me there” satoru is sitting on your ottoman and has been trying to persuade you to go to jujutsu tech with him for about half an hour. “why? I'm fine here” you slam your phone shut and put it aside, lazily stretching on the couch.

you and satoru grew up side by side, which is extremely rare and even something impossible between people from different clans, so he got used to you to some extent, although he never wants to admit it.

“i'm already fed up. i'm annoyed by all this,” he groans in displeasure, hugging the back of the ottoman and resting his head on his shoulder.

“and i want to make fun of my clan members, because you know that girls in clans are never run after.” you chuckle and sit down comfortably, “no one will run after me there,” satoru sighs without saying a word. he wanted to say, ‘oh, I could chase you,’ but decided not to say anything.

“who knows.. maybe you'll leave me for another person there...” you whisper softly, crossing your legs and putting your palm under your chin, turning your eyes away from him.

satoru jumps up from his seat, putting his hand to his chest, “me? gojo satoru? and leave you? never in my life!” he approaches you and sits down next to you, hugging you tightly by the shoulders.

“you're my best friend, you know that” his lips are almost touching your cheek; you turn sharply, and your lips are inches from his, “or maybe you're lying” he just grins, white teeth cutting through his smile

“you’re so mean” he throws you on your back, his long fingers creeping under your blouse, starting to tickle you, “satoru! haah, no, that's enough!”you laugh loudly, twitching under him, to which he giggles, pressing his forehead to yours, “take your words back then” satoru stops and looks at you, “say it” you basically roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath, “yes, you are my best friend” he grins, “of course,” and satoru lies down next to you, hugging you tightly by the shoulders again, “but you're still going to jujutsu tech with me.”

[dear-dreamie]

Distracted

Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! reader

You were so lost in the pages of your book that you didn't notice when Megumi entered the room. The story had completely absorbed you, every word, every twist of the plot pulling you deeper into the world between the covers.

Megumi, however, had been calling your name for a while now, each attempt growing more futile as you remained glued to the book. He walked over, hovering near you for a moment, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your utter concentration.

Without a word, he bent down and pressed his lips to your cheek. You froze, the sudden warmth pulling you slightly out of your literary trance. But he didn’t stop there. His lips trailed down to your jaw, soft and deliberate, leaving a tingling path in their wake.

“Megumi?” you finally murmured, though your voice was more breathy than questioning.

He hummed in response, his lips now brushing against the corner of your mouth. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes,” he whispered, his tone teasing.

You blinked, finally setting your book aside, your heart racing as his lips finally met yours in a soft but lingering kiss. When he pulled back, you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck. “You have my full attention now.”

“Good,” Megumi said, his voice softening as he smiled down at you, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I wasn’t going to stop until I got it.”

[dear-dreamie]

c/w: cuddly gojo, househusband!gojo, based on the gojo centric interview Gege did

“Are you done yet?”

“No,”

“…how about now?”

“Nope,”

“How about—“

You glance up from your stacks of paperwork, watching your husband smile up at you, lips curled in that perfect smile of his, as innocent as he was guilty of distracting you.

“Y’know asking me repeatedly if I’m done is surprisingly slowing down the process,” and he’s pouting all the same, “do you want something, Toru?”

“Want or need?” And his arms are curling around your back, “I need your attention, because my pretty wife has spent too much of her time on paperwork and not focusing on her very handsome househusband,”

“Very handsome?” And you can feel his pout grow deeper, “I’m just kidding,” you giggle, leaning into him, “my very gorgeous househusband should remember that I have to finish this paperwork tonight and once I do, I’m all his,” And he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck, “this is nice,”

“Hm?” he mumbles into your skin.

“Usually you were the one working until 4 am, but now, you get to rest and I only work until 6:00 PM, and we get to just…live,” you lean into his touch, “I never thought we’d get here,”

“Me either,” he smiles against your skin, “never thought I’d have a family either,”

“Too bad you’re stuck with me now,” and you guide his hands to your slightly rounded stomach, “and baby too,”

His gaze softens, “Do you have to wait to start your leave? Couldn’t you give all your paperwork to Ijichi or Nanami?”

“I’m not in the habit of passing my work over to other people,” you pinch his nose, before kissing it, “I’m almost done, but how about we stay like this until I finish?”

“How about we stay like this forever?” And you roll your eyes.

“Deal.”

[dear-dreamie]

a/n: in the new q&a gege revealed gojo’s schedule and gojo sleeps 3 hours? gege you freak couldn’t you at least give him 6 hours MY POOKIE IS NOT TO BE MESSED WITH LIKE THAT. also this is not proofread.

you freeze when gojo’s head falls on your shoulder.

director yaga gives you two a confused look before he continues talking, and you take a moment to glance down at gojo. arms crossed over his chest, his head barely hands on your shoulder, cheek smushed against it. you can’t imagine the pose being comfortable for his tall figure so you sit up a little straighter and hope that he won’t be cranky when he wakes up.

though, the embarrassment you feel from everyone’s questioning looks wears you down enough to nudge satoru with your elbow in an attempt to bring him back to the present. he doesn’t move, you notice, infinity still on.

accepting your fate, you focus on the meeting instead: it’s not that easy considering how much satoru’s closeness is distracting. he isn’t even doing anything yet all you want to do is stare at him. at least if he was awake you could use his charming features and immature behaviour as an excuse.

however, director yaga doesn’t seem to mind his sleeping form, aside from a few weird looks in his direction. when the discussion is done and meeting is over, everyone politely bows to the director — also something satoru obstructs you from doing so you decide on giving your sensei an apologetic smile and bow of your head. he dismisses you with a wave of his hand and leaves.

now that the room is empty and silence takes over, you focus on satoru. his face is buried in the junction of your neck and shoulders, quietly inhaling and exhaling the sweet perfume stuck on your uniform, and his form is more slumped than upright.

no wonder you’re so reluctant to wake him up even though your own ass is screaming for you to change your position; satoru looks so calm and relaxed, and despite the fact that it’s not the rarest of sights, you don’t believe he truly feels calm all the time.

after a few more minutes, you finally take pity on his back(yours too) and hesitantly shake his thigh, nudging his head with your nose.

“satoru~” you muse quietly. “wake up.”

he hums incoherently, nosing at your neck for a few more seconds before he pulls away. not too much though, just enough to look at you with his blindfolded eyes and give you a smile smile. he inhales deeply as he uncrosses his arms and wraps them around you instead, pushing you onto your back gently.

it occurs to you only a few minutes later that you’re laying on the dirty floor of the meeting room with satoru on top of you. he isn’t asleep; you can tell by the way he is careful to not fully relax against you as to not crush you like a bug, so you carefully tilt his head up and tug his blindfold over his hair to have a look at his eyes.

as suspected, they are bloodshot with dark shadows underneath. your brows crease together in concern while he gives you a soft smile, cheek rubbing against your chest.

“how many hours have you slept this week?”

“10.”

“but today. . . is friday.”

he shrugs, gaze moving elsewhere, and struggle to keep your worry to yourself as you cup his cheeks with a stern look.

“i hate it when you do this.” he perks up, confusion brewing in the depths of his eyes as he lifts himself up on his palms to gaze down at you. “you’re so adamant on taking care of everyone and everything except yourself.”

his eyes roam over your features as he stays uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes before a teasing grin appears on his lips, hand coming up to tug at your cheek playfully.

“worrying about big ol’ me?”

you swat his hand away and try to stop the corners of your lips from quirking up, which he notices for sure, knowing that you’re barely able to resist his charm. of course he’s not going to to take any of your words seriously, not when it comes to his health because he is definitely sure that he is unbreakable. well, he kind of is, but no one mentioned anything about his mind being unbreakable.

grunting from stiffness, satoru sits upright, tugging you along with himself in the process. you grip his shoulders as you steady yourself on his sturdy thighs.

“if you won’t take care of yourself then at least let me do it?”

and he doesn’t understand what you are asking for. he is still confused, as if it’s so hard to comprehend the truth of not being alone all the time and not feeling alone all the time. to accept that sometimes it’s good to let someone else take care of you.

“satoru, please?”

at that, his remaining questions melt away and he lets his unshakable facade slip away, the circles under his eyes appearing darker as a frown settles on his face. his holds on you only tightens though, telling you that he definitely needs that.

“okay.”

[dear-dreamie]

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Note: scenario based on this smau

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“Papa!” The little girl screams as she runs up to her father. Her little feet patter against the floor before leaping into Suguru’s grasp. He catches the little one in his strong arms. “You’re finally awake, sleepy head.” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling with affection. 

The little girl nods, her long black hair bouncing along with her. She nestles into her father’s embrace. “I missed you, papa,” she croaks out softly, still a little groggy from her sleep. Suguru reaches up to brush loose strands out of her tiny face.

“I have a surprise for you…” Suguru coos, pulling away slowly from the embrace. The little girl's eyes light up and fill with wonder, excited about her father’s gift. “Is it a dragon?” she asks eagerly. Her voice filled with hope as she began to jump up and down impatiently. 

Right… How could Suguru forget? It’s all she has asked for since they both rode his rainbow dragon home that one time. But dragon’s don’t make the best pets and Suguru knew you would not be thrilled with the idea at all. Yet, he didn't want to disappoint his daughter either. So this was the next big thing…

"Well," Suguru begins, kneeling down to her level, "it's not a real dragon, but I think you'll love it just as much." He slowly pulls out a soft white dragon plushie from behind him, nearly identical to his cursed spirit. 

The little one gasps in surprise, taking the soft plushie into her small hands, squeezing it tightly. She gently runs her finger over the faux dragon’s features, finally looking up at her father.  "It's just like your dragon, Papa!" she exclaims, her violet eyes twinkling with joy. 

Suguru couldn’t help but smile at how she reacted to the gift. She was much happier than he had expected. He did well. Now (maybe) she won’t ask for a real dragon anymore. Suguru continues to watch her, his heart swelling with immense love for his little girl. "Now you'll always have my dragon with you, even when I'm not around," he says softly, opening his arms for a hug. 

Without any hesitation, she jumps into the hug, her little arms wrapping around her father’s huge frame as best as she could. Suguru scoops her up into his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace. “Thank you papa!” She whispers into his ear, her soft voice filled with happiness. 

Suguru chuckles, her words melting his heart just a little. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” he replies, looking back down at the white plushie in her hands. 

[dear-dreamie]

slytherin!gojo acts like he knows what he likes in a girl. if you’ve ever seen him at one of their slytherin parties he’s either sporting some fire whiskey in his hand or he has his tongue down one of the other (pureblood) slytherin girls.

truth be told he’s never seen you, the muggleborn slytherin, at these parties before, and a part of him wonders if it’s because you don’t want or because, well, you weren’t really welcome to them anyways.

thankfully he doesn’t have to wonder much longer as he stumbles up the steps that lead to girl dormitory’s, supposed to meet up with catie (he forgot her last name), for a hookup.

when he knocks on the door he excepts a face other than yours, but a part of him is pleasantly surprised that it’s you.

“g-gojo?” you look like you been asleep, your eyes a little droopy, mouth open in a yawn, “is everything alright?”

he stares at you for a bit, his eyes raking over your figure, the pajamas you’re wearing and how even those were cute (they had little teddy bears all over them, something surely from the muggle world).

you were slouching a bit, your face staring at his as you waited for him to speak. he opened his mouth and then closed it again. why did you have to be so pretty?

he was a little tipsy, but not drunk. not drunk enough to pretend that his carnal desires were only being spured on by the alcohol in his system.

“is catie not here?” he asks, yet it wasn’t what he really wanted to say.

you blink tiredly, suddenly realizing what he was asking for, and you stutter, your eyes widening for a second in embarrassment.

“catie’s room is over there,” you motion with a finger behind gojo, pointing to the door adjacent to yours.

he knew that, but he’d never tell you.

“hm,” he hummed, not doing anything to make it seem like he was leaving.

“are you okay?” you ask, your voice quiet, as if you could already predict the raging headache he was going to have tomorrow.

if any of his other friends were around they’d most likely have some sort of snarky remark about how the prince of slytherin didn’t need anything to do with you, and how absurd it was that you were even asking, but right now it was just the two of you and he needed you more than anything.

“mhm,” he muttered, his blue eyes a little softer than usual, the smile on his face not cruel not taunting but…genuine.

“okay,” you murmur, nodding once as you rub at your tired eyes, too tired to even begin to think about why he was quieter than usual, “i’m ‘gonna go back to sleep now…okay?” you say it as if anything would stop you from going back to the warm embrace of your bed, but it was just in your nature.

but he doesn’t mock you, doesn’t jest or laugh or do any of the things his friends would’ve done had they been here.

he just nods once, his lips tugging up into a boyish smile as his hands find their way into his pockets.

“okay,” he repeats, watching as you closed the door, hearing the soft patter of your feet until you reached your bed.

that night he didn’t seek out catie or any of the other girls that slyly told them they’d be waiting for him, instead he just found his way back to his own dorm, a stupid smile on his face the entire time until he went to sleep.

[dear-dreamie]

celebrity!au cw: swearing, gojo is disgustingly in love

gojo satoru is thoroughly and utterly fucked. there are only ten minutes left until he has to go live for an interview—promotional material for his new movie. the only problem is you, his sweet costar; you had him wrapped around your finger.

despite being each other's on-screen love interests, your schedules hadn't matched until now to do an interview together. and gojo fucking satoru, one of the biggest celebrities to ever set foot in the hall of fame, is nervous. because he knows when gets out there, you'll be waiting for him. you've always been early to places (not really, he's just late).

it's not just the thought of you that has his stomach twisting in knots, it's his obsessive—and frankly, scary—fangirls who hang onto his every look, every glance, every word. even if no one finds out about his itsy bitsy crush, they will. and they will ruin you.

and he can't do that to you! this is your big break after slaving away in minor roles with a no-name cast. you're in the spotlight too much after only have seen the light being shone on other people, there's already too much pressure on you. the sudden onslaught of fans can be overwhelming, but the critics? they're so much harsher than what you expected.

"gojo, get out." it's his manager. deep breaths, he advises himself as he lifts out of the chair and to the set. where you are. god.

"so, i hear the set can get pretty crazy?" the interviewer smiles as he says it. he has that mall santa vibe; a little bit jolly and just slightly discomfort inducing.

your laugh slips out and gojo swears he almost died there. but he makes a conscious effort to not look at your lips. he sneaks a glance anyway.

"that's right! you should see the mess this man makes," you say, nodding your head towards the white-blond man. he should've worn his sunglasses, at least that way he could've stared at you in peace.

"hey! i'm not at fault here," gojo defends himself, guffawed. he crosses his arms as if he was trying to protect his chastity. or defend his honor, i suppose.

"mm, that's what they all say." your playful tone has him weak in the knees and he's thanking the gods that he's sitting down otherwise he would've folded right then and there.

"so geto suguru was here earlier and he mentioned that there was some steam in the movie, eh?"

stay professional, stay professional, stay professional.

"oh yeah. there are a couple of scenes for sure. it wouldn't have turned out as well as they did if it wasn't for satoru. i've never done an intimate scene before and he was just so comforting and really, a strong source of support for me."

fuck.

gojo breaks into a grin, his hand platonically (he hopes) pats your shoulder.

"it actually wouldn't have gone so well if it wasn't for our earth shattering chemistry. and our intimacy coordinator. yep, you heard it here first guys. bridgerton isn't the only show that gets one!" he's not entirely sure if the comedic route was the one to take after your heartfelt confession but he can't seem to respond as sincerely as he wants on television.

your giggle makes up for it though. and the light slap against his thigh. god. he has to resist the urge to ask you to do it again.

---

10 MINUTE COMPILATION OF GOJO BEING DOWN BAD FOR HIS COSTAR (ft. geto)

[dear-dreamie]

Imagine Nanami Kento waking up from anesthesia after surgery, his bleary and unfocused gaze landing on you (his wife) standing beside him and holding his hand in yours. You smile at him warmly, softly reassuring him that he's okay and that you're right here beside him as he stares at you silently.

Nanami looks down at your joined hands, his gaze seems to focus on the wedding band adorning his ring finger. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Who are you?" He slurs, his words sloshy and imprecise. So unlike him, and so very adorable. "Are you a nurse?"

You giggle at Nanami's question.

"No, I'm not a nurse."

Nanami seems puzzled at your response. His brows furrow as his fingers move against yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in that gentle motion he always does to soothe you. Your smile widens. Looks like there are some things that even ketamine can't erase.

"Wow. You got the most gorgeous smile. Are you a model? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole life. You got really pretty teeth too..."

Kento's fingers tighten around yours, his voice falling into a groggy whisper.

"But...I think I'm married. We shouldn't be holding hands like this."

You bite your lip, fighting against the bubbling laughter in your throat and failing.

"O-Oh?"

Nanami nods, his expression shifting from one of appreciative awe to adorable seriousness.

"I want to be a good husband."

Well that just about melted your whole damn heart. Even the hospital staff in the background can't repress their "awww"s and "that's a keeper"s.

"Don't worry, you are a wonderful husband, Kento. I know that for sure."

He's confused again, those unfocused honey brown's searching yours, trying to figure out the situation as best as he can given the circumstances.

"How do you know?"

You raise your left hand, bringing it into his line of sight and wiggle your ring finger, the golden band surrounding it captures Nanami's attention in an instant.

"Because I'm your wife."

Nanami's eyes instantly grow wide, his expression morphing into one of childlike wonder.

"You're my wife?"

You laugh.

"Yes."

He squeezes your hand with a surprising amount of strength given that he was knocked out cold not that long ago.

"We're really married?"

"Yes."

"Wow..." Kento breathes, drifting off for a moment before asking you another question. "Have we kissed yet?"

His innocent yet hilarious question sends you into another fit of laugher.

"Y-yes! Many times."

Nanami rewards you with a dopey smile, his gaze so utterly loving, enchanted by your unrestrained joy.

"My wife." He murmurs adoringly, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.

"I love hearing you laugh." His palm cups your face. "You really are so beautiful. I hit the jackpot, didn't I?"

Grinning from ear to ear, you press a tender kiss to Kento's fingertips before guiding his hand back down to the bed.

"Alright sweetest man alive, you need to stop talking before you make every person in this room fall in love with you. I'm going to grab a snack for us for later. I'll be right back, okay?"

Kento nods.

"Okay. Can I get another kiss when you come back?"

[dear-dreamie]

“Wahhh!” 

“Nooooo!” 

“Bwahhhhhh!” 

“I don’t care, she was mine first!!!” 

“WAHHH!” 

“AHHHHHHH-” 

“Satoru Gojo,” you snap and glare at your husband, who’s burying his face in the pillow to muffle his laughter. Your seven month-old son also begins laughing. It’s so cute that you almost forget that the two were screaming at each other just seconds ago. 

Satoru lifts his head up to grin handsomely at you, feigning innocence. “Yes, wifey?” 

“Why on earth are you screaming with your son at eight o’clock in the morning?” You ask. 

“Because,” he whines, pointing an accusing finger at your baby boy, who had begun cooing adorably for your attention. “He won’t let me kiss you! Watch what happens.” To demonstrate, Satoru gently leans in, only to be stopped when the baby uses his tiny hands to push against his face with a loud whine. You stifle a laugh when he pouts, squinting his eyes at your son. “Listen, just because you’re laying here, doesn’t mean that you can just keep me from giving my wife a little smooch.” 

Your son doesn’t budge. “Bwah!” 

“Okay, and?!” Satoru exclaims with a tilt of his head.

You roll your eyes. “I cannot believe you’re actually arguing with him.” 

“Kid’s got a mouth on him.” 

“How do you even know what he said– You know what? Don’t answer that. Anyway, he’s your kid. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t sassy.” 

Satoru gasps dramatically. “I am not sassy.” Next to him, your son matches his pout with a hmph, and since he was born with Satoru’s hair and eye color, he basically looked like a tiny version of him. “See?” He asks, gesturing to his mini. “Even he agrees with me!” 

“Sure he does,” you say, then turn your attention back to your phone, scrolling through a grocery delivery app so you can start ordering things for the week 

“And back to you,” you hear Satoru continue with your son, “I just want to kiss her cheek, and you’re just– hey, no sticking out your tongue at me.” The baby babbles, and Satoru scoffs. “No, I’m not cryin’. What’re you talking about?” 

You laugh quietly. If this was how it was now, you couldn’t wait to see what it’s going to be like in the future.