kmuradesu

[kmuradesu]

‘LIMIT’

sorcerer!reader (gn) x jjk

» summary: you don’t know your potential. no one knows your potential. you struggle with your cursed technique quite a fair bit and whilst on a mission where you’re all struggling, it seems to have you in the right mindset to go forth with it.

» CW: worrying thoughts, wholesome yuji, violence, panic, passing out, infirmary, not proofread!

» a/n: i kinda like this one. i do like jjk fics when the reader is injured but I CAN NEVER FIND THEM. bc no-one does them.. anyways eat up sweetcheeks 😘

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4 days earlier.

"Y'know about our transfer student, l/n. I've never seen a cursed technique quite like it." The white-hared man swung his leg over his knee, repositioning the blindfold masking his face.

"And I'm not even sure if they understand their potential yet." He added as he softly threw his head back on the edge of the sofa.

"Well maybe it's time to find what their capable of, have they ever used the technique?" Another man, much more mature-sounding, spoke.

"Hm. Once, but it quickly dissipated after 17 seconds since it's got this mass physical affect on them. They lost consciousness for 2 days."

"You should focus on training them to have more concentration whilst using their technique, don't you think?" Nanami suggested, a small expression of irritation visible on his face.

"Oh trust me, I already am." Gojo smirked to himself, now flicking his blindfold.

———

After a short briefing in Principle Yaga's office about a skill-set mission coming up soon with the other three First-Years: Kugisaki, Fushiguro and Itadori, you were dissmised and found yourself wandering down the class halls.

Deep in thought, you subconsciously walked into an episode of maladaptive daydreaming. Am I ready? I can't control my technique. How am I supposed to fight if I'm struggling?

Just think about food... mochi? donburi, ramen? yakitori, sush-

"L/n-chan!"

You looked back, feeling a hand glide onto your shoulder.

"How are you feeling about the new assignment?" It was Itadori, with his charming pearl smile and chirpy tone.

"..Oh hey, I think it'll go okay, nothing you can't handle."

"I can handle?.. aren't you going to fight too? All four of us Principle Yaga said." The boy looked concerned, brows creasing.

"Yeah but-" You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck with a bit on worry.

"Yeah but, what? There are no buts. You're a talented sorcerer like all of us and deserve some kind of action." A soft smile lifted his lips, brown eyes lightly squinting down at you.

Your stressed thoughts were forced to leave as you returned a wavery lipped-smile, eyes looking down at the floor for a split second.

"Yeah, guess you're right." You muttered, your brain relaxing in defeat.

Itadori then began to tease you, sticking his lean chest out in an exaggerated manner, earning a judging look from you. "I'm always right."

"Who are you and what have you done with Yuji Itadori?"

"Aoi Todo! thank you very much."

Both of you burst out into a fit of giggles.

———

A day later.

"Control your breathing l/n and relax, you're too tense for the technique to work." In one of the abundant training grounds of Jujutsu High, Gojo had put you up against a Grade 2 curse that the school had caged for training purposes.

Beads of salty sweat dripped down the flat of your forehead, chest overfrequently rising and falling as you panted through gritted teeth.

"Easy for you to say." You muttered, replacing your guard once again as the curse lunged with speed towards you. Having a more rapid reaction time compared to the curse, you swerved to the side, causing the slug-like curse to fall flat on its face with a gurgled shout. Swiftly taking the opportunity, using your excessive store of cursed energy you delivered a bone-cracking strike to its spine, earning another agonised cry.

The corner's of your Sensei's mouth turned upwards, still visible from where you were which was around 60 or 70 metres away on the opposite side of the gritty field.

"Stop thinking, and let it happen." The man said, brows furrowing under the fabric covering his eyes.

"I'm trying!"

"Stop talking."

Taking a deep breath, you closed the lids of your eyes for a second trying to blank your mind of any stray thoughts. But you didn't take account of the fact that the curse was quickly recovering from the beating it had recieved.

THWACK!

———

5 hours before the mission.

"Hey y/n-chan! I can't believe you got your ass whooped by a Grade two curse, and we're supposed to be fighting a Grade one today." Kugisaki had bumped into you outside of your dorm, just as you were leaving after getting ready. Mentally, physically and emotionally.

"Yeah yeah whatever. My stupid technique doesn't want to work." You retorted, subtly rolling your eyes.

"Hah, ain't you sure it isn't just you?.."

Your expression had sunk a little, once again going into drowning thought.

"Hey come on, but we'll for sure need you once we're out there though, soooo no pressure." The girl gave you a sly smile, gently patting the ridge your shoulder prior to walking past like she had originally intended to do.

Yep, no pressure then.

———

"DEMON DOGS!"

"YUJI, GO FOR THE FRONT!"

"KUGISAKI!"

“I CAN’T!”

"FUSHIGURO, WHERE'S L/N?!"

Everything was so chaotic, it was all hard to process - what was going on, who was doing what, where should you attack from. It was all going haywire and you were nowhere to be seen after being pummelled into the side of a building with enough force to break all the material in your body.

Almost hyperventilating, you stood about 30 metres from the whole scene in a pile of rubble, fists in balls as its knuckles turned white, and a vexed face full of overflowing rage.

You knew your technique's got a radius of a hundred meters and so everyone fell perfectly in the lines. It was now your time to flipping shine, just how Gojo had said it.

Shaping your fingers and reinforcing your defensive stance, you spoke with malice.

"Cursed technique, Expansive Verve!"

It was a legitimate earthquake. The earth's core grumbled with vigour like it felt like it was falling apart by the second.

Suddenly, Megumi's charging demon dogs had vanished into thin air. Just as he was about to land a punch, Yuji discerned all his cursed energy was draining away, as if someone had pulled the plug. Nobara was half way through using her straw doll technique, before the blue hue around the nail, highlighting its fused energy, had dissolved like it was soluble in water. They all felt terribly weak.

"WHAT?!" Her feminine voice called out, worry, concern, anger - all three evident on her face as she took a step back.

"My cursed energy, it's all gone- Fushiguro's dogs too." Looking desperately at his hands forever hopeful that his store would come back to life again, Yuji's brows knitted together.

"How is that possible?"

The curse seemed to be losing its own too.

"Where's l/n?" The girl mumbled, making all three of them place their heads on swivels as they searched for your form.

And there you were, standing in the dusted debris of what was once a structure, eyes sharp and wild as different tinges of colour were being dragged from the floor into your hands.

"Oh, so that's where it all went." Itadori weakly shrugged, watching your figure struggle a little as it started to make movement towards the curse.

"Hey their doing it! Their technique-"

Kugisaki was swiftly cut off as a powerful beam of light, which was actually multiple sources of cursed energy combined, skimmed past her face, shaking her balance.

A blinding explosion of luminescence painted the onyx night sky of Sendai City, the curse in the middle of it which immediately elicited pained wails and screams of terror as it tore up from the inside out.

It had literally blown up into trillions of pieces as its hot flabby skin pelted to the floor around you.

You didn't just exorcise it, you killed it.. with the help of your friends of course.

The three of them just stood in shock. A cursed technique like that!? What were you, a special grade or something?

Finally feeling the final mass loss of energy you had given yourself, your legs transitioned into jelly, stance faltering as you collapsed.

“Y/N!” Itadori called out, as he made a run for you but he had quickly forgotten that he had zero stamina and power which lead in his vision tipping for a second.

But soon enough all three of them made it to you, the pink-haired boy doing his upmost to check you were okay.

“Are they okay?” Kugasaki’s brows creased, worry staining her stern features.

“Well obviously not, they’re passed out.”

Fushiguro looked dumbly at the girl, muttering ‘common sense’ under his breath.

With a subtly panicked voice, Itadori spoke, “Let’s get them to leiri-san!”

———

It had been 5 days after you had performed your technique, yet you still lay unconscious yet hospitalised in the infirmary of Jujutsu High with Shoko-san being your personal doctor.

Gojo-Sensei’s orders.

The man would’ve yearned to actually be there, and witness the power that one of his students held with much more potential.

Megumi, Nobara and Yuji had also been in the infirmary for about a day, recovering from their sudden loss of cursed energy since you absorbed it all to use it. But they were fine after resting, returning back to their normal day-to-day duties and visiting you every so often.

“I still can’t believe it. How is that not impossible?”

“No-one’s quite sure Itadori, I’m not even sure myself.” Gojo shrugged, bouncing his leg over his knee as he tried to recline back into the uncomfortable, twine-like chairs of the hospital room.

The sterile smell was offensive to their noses, making Yuji scrunch his nose in disgust frequently. And he had to admit, hearing the beeps of the heart monitor you were hooked up to were comforting. It just meant that you weren’t dead at least.

“I mean, that’s the first time they’ve actually managed to complete their technique right?”

“That’s right. We still don’t know the techniques full potential yet until we witness it a few more times though—”

“..mm.” Both of their heads snapped up to the bed you were limp on, being hopeful that the noise they had just heard wasn’t from somewhere else.

“..hm.”

There it was again. Cautiously, the young boy walking up to your bedside, looking down at you as he gently rubbed your shoulder.

“Y/n? Helllooo?”

He thought his words landed on deaf ears.

“..hey Itadori.” Groggily, you blinked open your eyes, shortly squinted after since the light was too bright for your eyes to quickly adjust to.

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heh.. that took longer than expected but i did it all in a day so no complaints please 🙂‍↕️🤚wasn’t sure when i should end it buuuut. please no translating, copying, posting my work on a different platform, or modifying my work. all rights reserved - kmuradesu

[kmuradesu]

.‘ENTITLED’.

husband!gojo x pregnantwife!reader (afab)

» summary: leaving the busy streets of Sendai city back to its outskirts, the two of you got a bus. there aren’t any seats available, and being pregnant meant being able to sit in the priority seats. looks like they’re taken.

» CW: pregnancy, exhaustion, mentions of jizz, bus ride, stubborn civilian, teeny-weeny angst if you squint, protective satoru, threats, all happy, no swears, not proofread!

» a/n: this has been sat incomplete in my drafts for a month, only until now I’ve motivated myself to finish it (lmao). I don’t know what it is, but I love pregnancy fics with jjk.

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After a slow-paced stroll through the bustling streets of Sendai City and a bunch of offers from Gojo telling you he’ll buy whatever you want, the lingering sense of exhaustion finally caught up with you.

You had managed to make it an hour and a half.

The beads of salty sweat were becoming more prominent over your glossed skin, your breath being lost easily but being hard to get back. The overly frequent back aches weren’t helping either, it was like this baby was already overweight inside of you.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as your soft, now clammy, hand weaved with Gojo’s, the wedding bands glinting a perfect chrome against the sun’s humid rays. You didn’t want to become a burden, neither a random woman in the city known for sweating abnormal amounts of sweat. “I think the baby’s had enough, huh sweets?”

Your loose gaze lifted upwards to meet his, immediately feeling the cool radiating from his cerulean eyes. Strangely, through the navy lenses in his shades.

“..yeah, me too.” You breathed.

“Okayyy, let’s get the bus back - save you walking around with that watermelon inside you.” Purposefully, Satoru presented you and your bump a judgy look.

“..thanks.”

Rolling your peepers with sarcasm, you gently swung your hand with his back and forth.

“Hey, that’s what it looks like to me!”

“Well it’s your sperm, blame your own genes on the fact it’s fat!”

“WHAT?! FAT?! I’M NOT FAT. I’M A TALL SKINNY KING! AND SO WILL BE MY BABIES!” The man was very much offended, that open-mouth and crossed brow face he pulled was all you needed to know.

“..oh REALLY? WELLI KNOW FOR A FACT ITS NOT MY GENES CAUSING IT!”

And all the way to the bus station you continued on with your quarrel on who’s genes caused your bump to be so big already.

Both you were just kids in adult bodies.

——

After earning an unusual load of overcritical glances from passers-by, you finally reached the bus station where many people stood.

Looking around with concern, your brows gently furrowed, a little confusion clouding your mind. It was good that Satoru could read you like a book.. sometimes.

“It’s okay, they’ll let us go past.”

The white-haired man muttered into your ear, placing his hands on your clothed shoulders.

“What if they don’t?”

“Oh they will.”

The way he said those words made you feel something, like it was your hormones playing tricks on you.

And so soon enough after waiting for a couple minutes, you had a glimpse of the scheduled bus turning around the corner.

“C’mon then.”

Placing a hand on the flat of your bump you both moved forwards, attempting to shift to the front.

“Satoru, I—”

“Just go baby, they’ll move for a pregnant queen like you.” He reassured, eyeing the men who weren’t moving out the way at first. Like they should, the women knew to make way, all flashing you sweetened smiles as you passed them.

Eventually you had gotten to the front with a man standing in the lead. “See?” Gojo smirked, watching you tilt your head back to see his beautiful face.

“M’kay..”

——

The doors of the vehicle swung open with a but too much vigour it almost took out the poor man standing next to them.

After Gojo, being the most pampering partner ever, paid for the tickets, he ushered you forwards only to discern no available seats. Gojo would be more than happy to stand, but it was you he worried about since you were already breathless and weak to stand.

The priority was stocked up with disabled and the impaired too apart from one space.

However that man who clearly perceived you were carrying a baby, sat in the seat in front of your face - glancing at you as he did so.

How selfish. Is he not embarrassed?

“There’s no seats left Gojo, I can’t stand anymore.”

Subtly you whined, being a little irritated that you couldn’t sit down and would have to uncomfortably stand as his baby rearranged your organs.

“..hm. Let’s see.”

“Wait—”

He shuffled to the man.

“Heello. Excuse me, but my miss is pregnant. Would you mind sparing the seat?” Gojo politely asked, hanging on to the pole situated in the middle of the aisle.

“What? Err no, sorry.”

That man was not sorry at all. It made you cringe.

Gojo’s expression paused, pressing his pastel lips together in irritation. Why wouldn’t this man listen?

“May I ask why are you being so difficult?”

After hearing those words, you knew this was going to veer off sideways. Almost everyone’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding, all looking up from the windows and screen to see two men ‘bickering’ it out.

“Difficult? What do you mean, I was here first.” It seemed like the man had issues already, as he started to flail his hands around.

“My wife is pregnant, if you didn’t hear the first time. You’re sat in a priority seat, which where she should be sitting. Are you disabled?”

He was getting defensive. It was crystal clear that the man was not disabled, nor pregnant at that matter.

“..um no? But that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not giving up my seat for some cripple.”

A cripple?!

That’s it, Satoru had had enough and was desperate to split this man in half. Not a single person could insult you because he would already be on them like a hawk.

Anyways, the fact that the nasty being had called you a cripple, couldn’t help but make you feel a little too much like a burden, and your gaze saddened.

“You’ve gone too far. No-one. Absolutely no-one, is to offend my wife like that. So, jackass, vanish any place other so she can sit.”

“Or else?—”

“There is no ‘or else’ fool. You’ve already screwed the wrong person, so I suggest you move. Don’t do something stupid.”

The man, looking quite intimated, eventually got up and sulked off past the two of you.

“Thanks.” Satoru fake smiled, stalking him ‘till he had gone else where, far away from you.

All this drama had made you forgot about the achy pain surfacing your body, which immediately flowed back as realisation hit you.

“..oof-” It had subconsciously left your lips, and it made Satoru’s brows cross.

“Here you go my love. Is it hurting?”

He concernedly asked, holding your velvet hands as you lowered your rear on the much-needed seat.

“I’ll be fine, just what I needed.” You smiled back at him, tucking a stray hair behind you ear as you breathed out.

“I’m glad. Some morons just think they are ‘entitled’.”

—————— thank you for reading! this is my original idea and have worked hard on this. so please no translating, copying, posting my work on a different platform, or modifying my work. all rights reserved - kmuradesu

[kmuradesu]

Car baby

DadHusband!SimonRiley x PregnantWife!Reader (afab)

Summary: A couple days after your due date, your water broke but you persisted to stay at home while you had the opportunity to - even though Simon hated the idea. And because of that, you are now having the baby. On the way to the hospital.

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word count: around 1.2k

cw: pregnancy, depictions of intense pain - a little blood, bad language, dangerous driving, car birth.

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sorry if they’re spelling mistakes, i didn’t go through it properly properly. kinda lost it at the end, but enjoy !

“Hold on— bloody hell, woman.”

One minute you were trying to rest on the settee with a warm tea in your grasp. And the next, you were hunched over mumbling in pain. The tea had jolted from your hand and split over the carpet.

“..fuuck!” Your voice a sharp groan as his arms quickly found way under your own.

“We should’ve gone to the hospital..” No, he wasn’t scolding you but Simon was a little irritated at the fact your persistence had come to this. In labour in your own home, which wasn’t that ideal.

A wavering whimper left your lips, your fingers curling tightly into his muscle as he gently lifted your pregnant body up.

“Lovie, s’alright just hold onto me. And breathe.”

“Isn’t breathing what I’m doing?!”

“Not exactly, more like whinin’ your guts out.”

The burly man took most of your weight, leading you quickly to the car that sat outside on the drive with duffel bags already stocked for the trip. But it shocked you to think it was all happening now.

Simon didn’t even think to put a towel down before seating you in the car, but everything was going on at a rapid pace he had forgotten.

Once you were sat he did the seatbelt for you before closing the door and rushing to the driver’s side.

“We’ll get to the hospital. All will be fine ‘oney.”

As if he wasn’t shitting his pants right there and then.

Getting in the car, it didn’t take long for you to be pushed back into your seat by an invisible force. It kinda took the breath out of you.

But so was the baby that was literally about to pop out.

“Shit— I know we’re in a rush-” Your voice strained, followed by your brows knitting together. “But slow down!”

Of course Simon didn’t listen. However he did look back and forth at your rounded stomach quite a couple of times. The last thing you would’ve wanted right now was to be caught in an accident.

A harsher surge of pain had swept through your back and lower stomach all the way to the disc of your spine, causing you to choke on a loose sob as your hand took a vice-like grip on Simon’s arm. He cursed something under your moans.

He focused on trying to get there safely, but on a condition that he could cut down on minutes.

As cars swerved out of the way of your oncoming vehicle, which was not going to stop, you held onto him for dear life. Pretty sure there’s bound to be a bruise on his bicep after this.

“Simon, I think I’m bleeding!”

Your cry of words is what snapped 3 quarters of his attention to you. The poor man’s head was on a swivel, returning between both you and the road.

He stuck his hand out and placed it on your bare thigh.

“Hell- is that normal?!”

“I don’t think so!” Your pained moans were swapped with pained cries.

It was making Simon feel sick. Not because you were bleeding, no, but because of the immense pain you were feeling and not being able to do a thing about it apart from reassure you.

A soft hand of yours snaked down below your pants.

Touch.

Take out.

Red. A lot of red.

God the sight could’ve made both you and Simon faint.

“Christ.” A mutter under his cold breath.

He rubbed his toughened hand up and down your thigh, adding pressure as he steered with the other.

“Don’t worry love, we’re pulling over..”

————

Your cries of agony were deafening over the hushed woman’s voice of an ambulance emergency operator. It was almost embarrassing, but fairs to you, a newborn was making itself known.

Simon was on your side out of the car, listening to what the woman was telling him to do.

‘Have you got towels?’

“Uh yes, in the back.”

‘Use those for the baby when it’s out.’

“..alright.”

‘Is this her first?’

“Yes—”

Another one of your screams. But it seemed to have supported her next instruction.

‘When you are pushing honey, you need to push for 6 seconds, then take a 10 second breather okay?’

“..okay.” The word wobbled from your lips.

Simon took your hand and placed another on your bent knee. Props to you, you were doing this without a damn epidural.

There was blood literally everywhere, all down your thighs and hands, even on Simon. But he really couldn’t care less.

Your grip tightened as you pushed, feeling the sharp tense radiate through your core as you felt tension building up.

“..keep pushing love.” Simon grunted uneasily, wincing a little at the deathly grip of your hand interlocked with his. “Fuck that’s hard—”

‘Breathe 10 seconds..’

‘Then push again.’

God, you were pushing and pushing. If only tough Simon could experience this, my, would it be brilliant.

As you pushed you felt the tight head of the baby force itself out, followed by a sense of relief and loose pressure.

“The heads out!..” Simon said in quite excited tone, pulling a wonky confused face from you. But it was nice to see Simon show such enthusiasm.

‘Good. Just keep pushing mama, the baby’ll be out in no time.’

All that was coming out of your mouth was just endless cries of pain and weakened mumbles of suffering. It was making Simon feel ill again.

“..jesus— the shoulders on this thing—ah!”

..‘this thing’ was the baby.

“Just the shoulders.. and the baby will be out. Alright lovie?” He kissed you on the head.

You gave a loose nod, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, and tears staining your peachy cheeks that were washed away with Simon’s thumb.

He then got towels, as the operator had told him to, ready to catch the baby when it slips out. You couldn’t help but feel a little violated of your space, but the man’s seen it all before sooo.

You pushed, along with the woman’s voice through the phone on the dashboard and Simon’s little but effective encouragement. Christ, the tension was too powerful, were you tearing or something?

But it wasn’t too long, before it felt like you had been emptied from the inside out. The relief.

“It’s out— the baby’s out!” Simon called, a small smile plastered along his face. That was something you almost never saw in a while. Sarcasm by the way.

‘Put it bare on the mother’s chest, pat its back until you hear a cry.’

He did as he was told and used the towel to gently place the baby on the unclothed part of your chest, his brows furrowing a little at the fact that for it to be alive, it needed to cry.

Your shaky hand was a bit late to lightly pat the newborn, Simon was already getting to it, but you felt so weak at the moment it was almost unbearable.

“Breathe baby. Breathe.”

The man whispered.

To you or the baby?

The silence was awfully mute, a high pitched ringing the only thing loud in your ears apart from Simon’s bated breath.

A cry.

The breaths everyone had been holding were blown as the baby announced itself to the three of you. Simon dryly chuckled. You swear you heard the operator chuckle too.

‘Congratulations Mum and Dad. Is it a boy or a girl?’

Simon’s eyes laid softly on you with your newborn, a hand on his child, and the other on your meaty thigh.

“A girl.” He said with a small smirk, kissing you again on the forehead as you looked dazed.

‘How’s the Mum?’ Worn out. Exhausted. Little light-headed. Icky. Nauseated.

“..I’m fine. I think.”

You thought it was better just to act.. okay. Although to Simon, it was obvious that you needed space, and possible to be checked over my doctors. Your bronzed gaze looked down at the pair of lidded eyes on your chest.

‘That’s good. The ambulance is nearly there to take you all to the hospital, for them to take a look at you and the baby.’

A tired sigh left your lips, your eyes heavy as your hand rested on the wailing newborn.

“..you did bloody brilliant.” The man reassured, his hand brushing away sticky strands of hair from your forehead.

Your look returned to him, searching for something in his eyes before he pecked your lips with a small kiss.

Damn. You just had a baby.