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[satorushousewife]

souls of the forest

or

dragon!satosugu x healer!reader - part 1.

warnings: blood, depiction of wounds, use of magic

you exclaim, “damn it!”

at the moment, you were brewing a new potion. just as you were about to finish it, you realized you’d run out of dandelion leaves. for most potions, this wouldn’t be an issue, but this one required constant stirring and focused intention throughout the entire process.

you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. stopping your stirring, you place your hands on your hips, calculating. it would take eight minutes to reach the dandelions and eight to return, plus five minutes to gather the leaves. twenty-one minutes until you could resume stirring. maybe if you hurried...

grabbing your gardening bag—filled with pruning shears, gloves, a small spade, a hatchet, and several pots (some filled with herbs, others empty for collecting)—you step briskly out of your cabin. to save time, you prepare to cast a small spell to clear your path and guide you to the exact spot. but the moment you step beyond the protective boundary of your cabin, something feels deeply wrong.

the forest’s magic is off.

all places have their unique magical essence, shaped by the lives and creatures within them. this forest, usually teeming with calm, vibrant energy, now feels heavy with death. but it isn’t the natural death that feeds the cycle of life—this is something darker, filled with pain and sorrow.

wasting no more time, you pick up a leaf from the ground and conjure a small flame to burn it. as the leaf ignites, you murmur, “nozle-ne we ke tyoi” (show me what hurts), and blow on it. the ashes float upward, spiraling before drifting into the forest, leaving a faintly glowing trail in the air.

gripping your bag tightly, you follow the trail. inside, you have enough supplies to treat severe injuries—assuming the creature is still alive.

the closer you get, the heavier the magic becomes, almost suffocating. whatever lies ahead, it’s not just a disturbance; it’s a convergence of two powerful presences. the magic here is so dense it’s almost tangible.

you slow your steps as low growls and whimpers reach your ears—sounds of frustration and pain. the noises suggest a large creature. the burning leaf halts above a bush further ahead. cautiously, you peer from behind a massive tree trunk, and what you see shocks you.

two dragons. both drenched in blood.

the first, a black dragon with scales that shimmer purple under the light, is nursing a mangled front leg. its violet eyes gleam with desperation as it nudges a limp white dragon. the white one, slender and elongated, bears a deep gash across its abdomen, blood pooling beneath it. the black dragon’s whimpers sound like a lament.

even in their current state, they are unmistakably dragons, though they’ve shrunk into their smaller, draconic forms—a sign of severe injury or depleted magic. dragons, the most powerful and pure magical beings, should have been able to heal themselves. whatever caused this must have been catastrophic.

swallowing hard, you step closer, clutching your bag. focused on the dragons, you accidentally step on a twig, the sharp crack echoing in the tense silence. the black dragon stumbles back, then plants itself protectively in front of the white one, letting out a feral growl. its message is clear: one more step, and it will tear you apart.

instinctively, you raise your hands and crouch slightly, trying to appear smaller. “i won’t hurt you!” you blurt out. the dragon’s stance doesn’t waver. “is he alive? if you let me, i might be able to save him!” you say, taking a cautious step forward. it growls louder.

“you can feel it, can’t you?” you plead. “my magic is part of this forest. i’m the healer of the village.” reaching into your bag, you ignore the warning snarls and pull out jars of herbs, holding them up. “see? these can stop the bleeding. let me help, please.”

the dragon hesitates, its eyes flicking between you and its companion. its growls quiet slightly, and it seems to weigh the risk.

“you can sense my magic,” you continue, your voice steady but urgent. “it’s not strong—just enough for healing and protection. he’s dying. please, let me help him.”

finally, the black dragon glances at the white one, worry shining in its violet eyes. after a moment, it huffs and steps back, though its gaze remains wary.

wasting no time, you kneel by the white dragon and begin pulling out everything you might need. the wound is still bleeding heavily. you’ll need the most potent potion you can manage with what you have.

you declare your intention aloud as you crush herbs in a wooden bowl, chanting, “bese arre asce, eprusce e tus. bese arre gmus, eprusce u renjselandu. bese arre seox, eprusce u lehvuvetu” (for this herb, absorb the pain. for this herb, absorb the bleeding. for this root, absorb the wound)

you repeat the chant over and over, imbuing the mixture with your magic. after two minutes of stirring, you pour the glowing liquid onto the white dragon’s wound, continuing to chant. the dragon twitches and lets out a low whine of pain, causing the black dragon to growl and step closer. but as the bleeding slows and the white dragon’s breathing steadies, the black dragon relaxes slightly.

the wound still looks severe, but at least it’s no longer worsening. when the potion runs out, you hover your hand over the injury, channeling a bit of your energy into the dragon to stabilize it further.

“this will stop the bleeding and ease the pain for now,” you explain. “to fully heal him, i need to bring him back to my cabin.” you look at the black dragon, noting its bulk compared to the white one. “i can stabilize your wound too,” you offer, “but i’ll need your help to carry him. alone, it’ll take too long.”

its violet eyes narrow, but after a tense moment, it nods. you smile faintly, hoping to convey reassurance, and quickly prepare another potion. the black dragon growls softly as the liquid touches its injured leg, but soon its posture relaxes as the pain subsides.

once finished, you tear a strip from your pants, layering it with healing herbs before wrapping it around the white dragon’s torso. fortunately, the white dragon’s slender frame makes it easier to secure the bandage.

“how will you carry him?” you ask, glancing at the black dragon. “he won’t feel pain for now, and neither will you.”

without hesitation, the black dragon maneuvers beneath the white one, lifting it effortlessly onto its back. even in its weakened state, its strength is awe-inspiring.

the black dragon looks at you expectantly. gathering your supplies, you lead the way back to your cabin, the glowing path from your earlier spell guiding you through the darkened forest.

you just hope you could help him, that your magic was enough for healing a powerful dragon. you hope he would survive. part 2

end notes: you ask i shall deliver 🫡 also the language used for spells is some sort of stone language... idk i used an online translator mwehehe

taglist: @moncher-ire , @jinjen , @frozenmallows , @shuzoku , @aqua5ky

♡⃕ xoxo mikki

[satorushousewife]

souls of the forest - part 2.

or

dragon!satosugu x healer!reader - part 2.

part 1

warnings: blood, depiction of wounds, use of magic

it took a little longer than eight minutes to get back to your cabin since the black dragon, carrying his injured companion, was slowed by the burden. after about fifteen minutes of walking, you arrive, grateful for the double front doors that make entry easier.

you turn to the black dragon, sliding your bag off your shoulder. "could you wait here for just a moment? i need five minutes to set up some blankets and pillows for your friend." you speak gently, your voice steady despite your racing thoughts. he lets out a tired gruff in response, and you dash inside, leaving the doors open behind you.

inside, the living room is small but cozy, with a well-worn sofa, shelves lined with jars of herbs, and a small fireplace. without hesitation, you push the sofa to the side, clearing space in the center of the room. you pull out every blanket, pillow, and cushion you can find, arranging them into a makeshift nest. as you work, you glance out the door at the black dragon.

he’s standing, though barely, his injured leg trembling slightly despite the medicine you applied. he makes his best efforts to keep up despite his tiredness. his gaze is fixed on your movements, and as he watches you move around there’s a flicker of something in his violet eyes—confusion, maybe? realization dawns on him as he observes your efforts. a nest? how does she know? the thought unsettles him. was this an intentional gesture to make them comfortable, or a calculated move to gain their trust?

his instincts scream not to trust you. humans are dangerous, filthy creatures. his kind has suffered enough at their hands. even your magic—mild and unthreatening as it seems—does little to reassure him. a dragon could never trust a human. still, his exhaustion is undeniable, and the protective field around your home gives him a sliver of hope.

minutes later, you return to the door, gesturing for him to come inside. "sorry, this is all i have for now," you say, motioning to the nest. "i’ll get more blankets the next time i go to the village."

the black dragon hesitates before stepping inside, his claws clicking softly against the wooden floor. carefully, he lowers the white dragon onto the nest. his movements are deliberate, as if even now, he’s shielding his companion from harm. the moment his burden is laid down, the black dragon collapses to the side with a thud.

you let out a loud gasp, rushing to his side and kneeling down. he looks troubled— he was not expecting to give out. he makes a restless sound and you feel your heart clutch. "please, don’t worry. rest. i’ll clean both of you up and take care of your wounds." you kneel beside him, speaking softly. "this is a safe zone. no one will sense your magic here. i won’t let them find you." your voice carries a quiet conviction as you reassure him, and for a moment, his violet eyes meet yours. there’s defiance there, but also desperation.

he lets out a low grunt, unable to muster more. he would die before trusting a human, you would not fool him. yet as his eyes flutter shut, a single thought crosses his mind: please, let her be one of the good ones. let her save him.

after all, what else could he wish for? you were their only hope.

𖥸

after the black dragon—whom you’ve mentally nicknamed fangs for his tendency to bare them—falls unconscious, you get to work immediately. you place two healing flowers, one beside each dragon, and murmur an enchantment. the flowers glow softly, releasing waves of magic to stimulate their natural healing processes over time.

you start with the white dragon. cleaning his wounds takes time—there are so many slashes across his body that you marvel at his resilience. you finally decide on a nickname for him while treating a cut on his upper eyelid. as you catch a glimpse of his blue eyes, his features remind you of the jack frost tale. frost, you think. that fits.

suturing frost’s wounds takes patience and precision. his injuries are severe, but you pour all your focus into the task. next, you turn to fangs. his leg wound is nasty and requires immobilization. after cleaning and dressing it, you carefully fashion a splint to ensure proper healing.

once the physical injuries are treated, you prepare to use magic to accelerate the healing process. you could heal both at the same time, but focusing on one would ensure he healed faster and better, so you would focus on frost first as his injuries are far worse. you draw an ancient rune on his skin, channeling your energy into the symbol. closing your eyes, you place your hands over the deep gash in his abdomen and begin to chant:

"vusa ur levhuvetur, vusa e tus, dosa tama dutu kua u levhuve." (remove the wounds, remove the pain, remove all that hurts.)

you repeat the chant ten times, feeling the energy flow through you and out of your palms. when you finally open your eyes to see your progress, your heart sinks.

nothing. absolutely nothing happened.

the wound remains unchanged—deep and raw. your hands tremble as you inspect it further. though the minor cuts have started to heal, the main injury resists your magic. that spell was in your family for years, it was used to treat the worst diseases... frustration wells up, but you push it down. there has to be a way.

switching to fangs, you observe that even with only the flower, he already made progress by healing himself. you apply a potion to his wound to stimulate his self-healing even more. as you cast the same spell, you feel his magic respond, intertwining with yours. it’s subtle but effective—his condition visibly improves, and relief washes over you. he’ll wake up soon, you think, but frost… frost is still in danger.

the thing is, magic healing is a delicate art. very tricky, one might say.

a healer witch uses their own energy and magic to heal others, the more severe the wound, the greater the toll. everyone had different amounts of energy, but only a small part of humans could conjure magic and an even tinier part could canalize it to healing. your family’s spells have been passed down for generations, yet even they have limits.

dragons were beings with a vast reserves of energy. they were made of and for magic. having access to a dragon's core meant casting infinite spells of any type. they were once hunted for their cores, coveted by humans for limitless power. the thought disgusts you.

yet, you could not stop wondering: what has hurt them so bad to stop their own healing? to drain them of their magic?

after some hours of work, you’re surrounded by open books, their pages strewn across the floor. exhaustion weighs heavily on you, but you refuse to stop. you flip through every text on dragons, searching for anything you might have overlooked.

you realise it's already dark outside only because you start having difficulty to read some words, the room lit only by the faint glow of the healing flowers. as your stomach claims for attention, you realize you haven’t eaten all day. as you get up to get some candles, you grab a green apple from the kitchen and soon return to your work.

you were tired, but you would not stop. you couldn't, not yet.

you push yourself, reading everything over and over again, trying to find the missing piece. determination keeps you going, but your body begins to falter. your vision blurs, and your hands shake as you try another spell. you barely notice when your body gives in. one moment you’re chanting, and the next, you’re lying on a blanket beside frost. sleep claims you before you can fight it, your last thought a silent promise:

i won’t let him die.

end notes: i updated it rather quickly because i've had most of it written already! updates should be a little slower from now on. hope you guys are enjoying it. and if you read until here, a little spoiler: suguru will wake up first. something is keeping frost in his slumber state. i wonder what is it? mwehehehe

taglist: @moncher-ire , @jinjen , @frozenmallows , @shuzoku , @aqua5ky , @katthekat1234 , @jinjen , @kneelarmhstrung , @yoyohereforthefun

♡⃕ xoxo mikki

[satorushousewife]

guys please consider: dragon!satosugu x witch!healer!reader

UPDATE: already started and you can read the first chapter here

what about a world where dragons and magic are a thing... satoru gojo is the future king of dragons who fights for humanity, his closest friend being suguru geto. both fought side by side.

...until centuries ago, when suguru geto rebels against humans. it was frequent for humans to overuse magic and even kill dragons to use their power. after that, dragons completely hid themselves from humans. either fearing them or for them, they decided that going missing from the map was the best decision.

and then there was you. a litte witch who used magic to heal people and animals from the village. someone who lived in a small cabin in the woods and cared deeply for all living beings, only using magic for good. there you were one day, collecting herbs for medicine, when suddenly you smell blood. something was deeply wrong, you felt a strange magic tingling in the air. deciding to help whoever or whatever was in need, you follow the feeling. the closer you got to it, the stronger the magic in the air... and then you saw them. a black dragon with purple eyes growled at you. he was in his small form, which meant he was in a very weak state. you could see his front arm was almost ripped off. behind him was a white dragon laying on the floor, blood flooded all around him and you could see an slash right in his torso. he was dying. wanting or not, you were their only hope. WHAAAAAT DO YOU GUYS THINK EHEHHEHEHEEHEHEH :DDDDDD

[satorushousewife]

how you got a date with the most popular guy in campus! or college!au satoru gojo x reader - part 1.

warnings: none, but gojo is actually a few years older than reader (he's around 20 and reader is aroung 18, just starting college) important note: i'm in college but i'm not from usa so some things might be different from the usual college things you're used to! nothing too far tho. also, not a native english speaker, be kind please! otherwise, hope you enjoy your reading!

you knew about satoru gojo way before you met him.

actually, you got to know about him within the first few days of college. he was famous all around campus, partially because he was incredibly attractive and partially because he was rich—filthy rich, may i say—and had a reputation of paying things for people he liked. so, it was no surprise that everyone talked about him.

even though you hadn’t met him, you already knew his appearance (blue eyes, white hair, normally wearing sunglasses), his full name (satoru gojo), his age (21), the last party he attended (aiko's party, apparently it was a banger), and the latest instagram post he made (at a cafe with his most close friend—shoko). not because you looked it up—you just heard people commenting about it.

to you, he seemed like a typical frat boy. not that you cared much. it wasn’t in a bad way, you just didn’t feel the need to fawn over him like everyone else seemed to. still, you tried not to judge people before meeting them.

then you saw him once.

you recognized him instantly: tall, white hair like fresh snow, and signature sunglasses that made him stand out even more. he was chatting animatedly with a girl, her cigarette smoke curling lazily around them as she listened with a soft smile.

for a moment, you paused. he didn’t look like the frat boy you’d imagined: blonde, with blue eyes and super toned. no, he seemed... cheerful. but there wasn’t time to dwell on it—you were late for a lecture.

running late, you found one of the last seats, an empty spot with no one on either side. perfect. you weren’t the most extroverted person and preferred your space, so you were relieved as you actually did not knew many people from around here yet. settling in, you pulled a bag of gummies from your backpack and began savoring them.

minutes passed, and the room started filling up. suddenly you noticed someone sitting beside you out of the corner of your eye and let out a mental groan. without thinking, you glanced over and caught them staring—not at you, but at the candy in your hand.

it was him. the satoru gojo.

he still wore his sunglasses, but it was obvious he was ogling your gummies. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh at his lack of subtlety and decided to offer him some.

that’s when the magic happened.

he accepted immediately and launched into a dramatic monologue about his love for sweets.

“you see, i’m on this diet to gain some more muscle—and don't get me wrong when i say this, i know i'm already handsome and hot and i have fine muscles, i just want to be a little bigger, you know?—but anyway, the nutritionist said to eat less sugar, so i haven’t had any since yesterday, and i’m like, almost dying.” you chuckled at his theatrics, and he grinned, encouraged. “don’t laugh! i swear, it was a life-or-death situation. you just saved me!” “saved you from dying from a lack of sugar?” “exactly!” “well, guess now you’re in debt with me.” “oh, guess i am...” he said, making a mock thoughtful face. “would you like to have lunch with me later? it’s on me.” you stared at him for a moment. he stared back, unbothered. “we just met.” “so?” “what if i’m an evil person?” “nah, evil people don’t offer candy to strangers,” he said, popping another gummy into his mouth. he paused mid-chew. “unless...” you rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “it’s not poisoned.” “that’s what someone who poisoned their candy would say!” “ah, yes. the candy i’m also eating is totally poisoned,” you said, popping another one into your mouth for emphasis. “maybe you’re suicidal,” he shrugged, shoving the candy into his mouth anyway. you couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity.

the conversation ended when one of your professors tapped the mic, announcing that the lecture was about to start.

contrary to your expectations,  during the lecture gojo was surprisingly well-behaved and actually paid attention. well, except for his occasional snarky remarks, which made you chuckle. he was incredibly easygoing and, despite his self-absorbed humor, a genuinely fun person to be around. within an hour, you found yourself getting comfortable and adding your own quips. he looked absolutelly delighted that you matched his energy.

so, not needing to say much, it's pretty clear you accepted the lunch offer. and that’s how you got a date with the most popular guy on campus.

end notes: guys, this is my first ever satoru fic i'm so excited mweheheh!!! there will be some angst and actually i will use this base for three possible outcomes (gojo only, satosugu x reader, tojisukugo x reader). hope you guys enjoy it 😎

♡⃕ xoxo mikki

[satorushousewife]

headcanon! falling for choso kamo (SFW)

summary: my take on how things would go after meeting choso and falling for him (he falls for you too)

notes: i got excited and wrote quite a lot, but there's still room for more! please tell me if you would like a part two! hope you enjoy your reading <3 xoxo mikki

before the relationship

so you've met.

it actually means nothing to Choso, so you both would keep living your lives separately... unless you're friends with Itadori!

if that's the case, then it depends on how highly Itadori sees you.

if he cherishes you (not romantically), Choso would definitely be jealous! he wouldn't actually be rude to you, but he would make sure both you and Itadori know he doesn't really like you. he competes with you, especially if Itadori tends to ask you for help. he would make a run for it and offer his help first. if you're a healer, he would actually be sad because he can't provide Itadori with the help you can.

otherwise, if you're just another one of Itadori's friends, Choso wouldn't bat an eye. Itadori does have a lot of friends, and Choso respects and cherishes all of them because they make his brother happy. however, if anything ever occurs, Itadori is always at the top of his priority list.

you fall first

inevitably, since you're friends with Yuuji, Choso is often around, either interacting or just being there.

he is a very reserved person, doesn't talk much unless it's with his brother, and speaks only when necessary during conversations with others.

he's really not the type for small talk, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything but would definitely respond to your questions.

for whatever reason, you fall for him, and it would be up to you to approach him or not.

you end up deciding to start things slowly, trying to include him in whatever activity you and Yuuji are up to.

he wouldn't say anything, but he would certainly feel grateful, especially if you take the time to explain whatever you're doing and how he could do it. he always wants to bond with his brother more, but the barrier of the century he was born in is a nuisance. he doesn't know many things from this era but is eager to learn so he can interact with Itadori more.

for example: you and Yuuji are playing a game Choso has never seen before. you ask him if he wants to play and explain how he can join both of you.

he falls for you

over time, he warms up to you. it wouldn't happen overnight, but once he realizes he's not just eager to spend time with yuuji but with you too, the change begins.

yep, he's in love now. good for you!

…not so good for him.

his chest pounds when you're nearby, his cheeks flush when you accidentally touch each other, and his heart flutters when he sees you smile at him. the man is terrified.

choso doesn't understand his feelings. he's never felt this need to care for another person other than his brothers, so yeah, he's scared—a lot. he panics a little, becoming extra quiet around you. you even ask him if something's wrong, but he dismisses any worries.

he wonders if he should ask Yuuji for help, but his pride doesn't let him. after all, he's supposed to be the older brother and the one to lead the way!

he doesn't know who else to turn to, so he goes to yuki. she is his only friend, so he trusts her with all the things he's been feeling. she lets out a soft laugh as she hears everything and tells him the truth. "you are in love," is what she says.

if that's supposed to make him feel better, well, he'll be damned because it only worsens everything.

it gets to the point where Yuuji notices something is wrong and confronts him.

under the confrontation, Choso spills the truth.

Yuuji calls him an idiot. Choso gets indignant with the insolence (after all, he is the older brother) but says nothing about it (although his face demonstrates a lot).

"even if you're my older brother, you don't need to know it all. it's your first time living too, there's no way you would know the answers to everything. besides, we're brothers, aren't we? i'm supposed to help you too," is what Yuuji says.

after that, he gives some tips on how Choso could approach and even flirt with you, suggesting that he and Choso make a plan on courting you.

that simple conversation makes Choso reflect all night.

his anxiety is still there, but lessened as he now knows that Yuuji got his back.

that night before sleeping he makes a decision: he would definitely try to court you, and his brother would help.

[satorushousewife]

Hi! I'm so in love with your "Souls of the forest" fic. The fantasy ambience, Satoru and Geto as dragons but especially reader's speciality as a healer.. I LOVE healer reader fics, i think we need more in the fandom. But I got two questions though about the fic, I hope you don't mind answering them!

In the fic reader brews potions, I don't really know much about a healers capabilities so I was wondering if reader is a magic alchemist too? Magical rituals are involved there to make potions as far as I know so she just might be specialized in healing potions. But again each fantasy world is different and they work with different laws.

My last question is what type of dragons Suguru and Satoru are. Maybe you've actually described them in the fic and I missed it but are they common dragons or the asian mythological ones?

hello and thank you so much!! it makes me really happy that you're enjoying the story 😭🩵

about the reader being an alchemist:

the reader does know how to make potions, but most of them are focused on healing and protection.

in this universe, potions serve as a way to channel and "transfer" magic. for them to work, you must infuse them with your own magic and intentions. to put it simply, potions are a combination of ingredients that hold your magic within them, and they activate when used. some may require words to trigger their effects, while others do not—it all depends on the creator.

however, i wouldn’t say the reader is an alchemist per se, as very few humans can manipulate their own magic. when they do, it always aligns with something deeply tied to their personality. the reader has always loved helping people, so their magic is inherently focused on healing and protection. if they were to be considered an alchemist, it would be exclusively in that field (at least for now 😁).

about what type of dragons satoru and suguru are:

i actually haven't described them yet! mostly because the reader never really stopped to observe them—she was too focused on making sure they survived. so, she only noticed what stood out the most: satoru has a slim build, snow-white scales with a pearlescent sheen, and bright blue eyes. suguru, on the other hand, is bulkier, with black scales that glow purple under the light.

that said, they are asian dragons! satoru has a longer, more delicate appearance, while suguru has sharper, more intimidating features.

while looking for references, i found some that closely match how i imagined them:

please picture suguru being a little "shorter", just like in the first picture. also please remember that in the story they are currently on a smaller and weaker state!

hope this answered your questions! if you have any other, please send them <3

xoxo mikki

[satorushousewife]

headcanon! jujutsu kaisen men body heat in the cold (SFW) part 2

notes: here is part two! just reminding you guys i'm not a native english speaker so please have patience! hope you enjoy these silly hc <3 xoxo mikki

toji is actually colder than you would imagine. no, he doesn't have a problem maintening his body heat, but his hands are always freezing. he actually doesn't feel it, so he frowns his eyebrows when he touches you the first time and you shriek and jump away. a devious smile appears on his face when he realizes what caused it. so yeah, you can expect him putting his cold hands under your sweater or whatever piece of your skin that is exposed. not only his hands, but also his cold nose on your neck and his cold feet on your legs under the blanket. you're doomed.

bonus: the only exception where he doesn't bother you is when you've been waiting for him to get home from work and accidentally fall asleep on the couch. you're all cozy under the blankets, wearing your fluffly pajamas and head resting on one hand. he smile softly at the sight, having mercy on just you this one time. effortlessly he picks you up, being careful not to wake you while he carries you to bed. then he goes and take a hot shower to warm up, after all, he could not cuddle his baby that way.

nanami is pretty hot. not because he is naturally hot, but because he actually prepares for cold days. wearing fancy clothes, he's never underdressed for these situations and after pursuing a relationship with you, he also makes sure you're not underdressed too. if you're a forgetful person and usually doesn't remember to bring jackets, expect him to have a spare one on his car just for you. if your hands are cold, he will take them and warm it up with his own, rubbing it together. if he by any chances is actually cold, he will try not to touch in any maners until he's fully warm and can provide you comfort. what did you expect after all? nanami is a gentleman!

[satorushousewife]

toji x reader angst where everyone is reborn in another universe where people start to regain memories from their past lives after 18 yo and the process accelerate when you meet someone you knew there

one day reader is rushing to work and suddenly is stopped by a little boy who invites them to his birthday party. his parents rush behind and as you're greeting his dad in a handshake, both of you remember your past lives where you were married and took care of megumi together after his ex wife passed away

yay or nay?

[satorushousewife]

headcanon! jujutsu kaisen men body heat in the cold (SFW)

notes: hello! these are the first headcannons i write and i'm not an english native speaker, so forgive me for any mistakes! otherwise, please enjoy :) obs: i'm working on a part 2 with nanami and toji! xoxo

gojo is cold. he always gets home freezing and complaining about the low temperature, saying how much he misses summer and the beach. you hate it when you're all cozy in bed and he just get home from work and goes directly to you. don't get it wrong, gojo getting home is always a delight! but not when he puts he's freezing hands on you under the warm blankets, "just for fun" he says. you let out a shriek and scream at him to go take a hot shower, which he complies - but not before messing with you first. the thing is, after the shower, he is as hot as an oven and tends to keep it that way unless he's careless and doesn't wear appropriate clothes for winter. after that, you both just cudle and watch a cozy movie.

sukuna is pure fire. jeez, that men is hot ALL the time. winter, summer, fall, whatever. doesn't bother wearing jackets or heavy clothing, it literally doesn't matter to him. so when you get home freezing from either work or college, don't be surprised when you see him only in sweater pants and a t-shirt. the first time you see this you get a little frustrated, because look at yourself: two blouses, two pants, two pair of socks, a jacket and a pair of winter gloves, while he's home wearing just that! frustating at least. but, it's actually pretty good! when it's time to get to bed, it's live having a personal human heater. do not be mistaken, he does complain and throw a tantrum when you put your cold hands and feet on him, but actually does nothing to get you away. you just laugh and hugh him, slowly getting warmer. and if he secretly enjoys this, he would never tell.

bonus: summer is actually hell for him. you can expect having him only in underwear walking around the house with the ac on and a little fan in one of his hands.

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GOJO SATORU

♡ headcanons.

body heat in the cold

♡ stories.

college!au satoru gojo x reader - part 1

TOJI FUSHIGURO

♡ headcanons.

body heat in the cold

SUKUNA RYOMEN

♡ headcanons.

body heat in the cold

NANAMI KENTO

♡ headcanons.

body heat in the cold

CHOSO KAMO

♡ headcanons.

falling for him (he falls for you too)

MULTI

♡ ideas (to be written).

no curses! college! au (tojikunago x reader)

♡ series.

dragon!satosugu x witch!healer!reader

♡⃕ hope you enjoy your reading! xoxo mikki.

[satorushousewife]

MIKKI! 20. brazilian. artist. writer. college student. future full-stack dev.

hyperfixations: jujutsu kaisen. sonic (shadow and knuckles). i write for: jujutsu kaisen (mainly the three guys up there ^). requests: open.

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♡⃕ i really hope you guys enjoy my stories!

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