#fluff jjk

૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚

it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!

“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”

his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.

that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.

but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.

you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.

“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”

“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.

“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”

“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”

“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”

he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.

he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.

it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.

you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.

your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

so, you decide to take action yourself.

tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.

the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.

much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.

sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.

he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.

with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.

“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”

the nerve of him!

divider creds @/dividers-are-us and @/cursed-carmine!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ drabble ( Yuji itadori sfw )

you’re both sitting on the couch after a long day, yuji’s arm around your shoulders, looking at you with those big bright eyes while he rambles about the new movie he wants to watch together.

“—and then the trailer looked so cool, we should go this weekend, i’ll even buy the popcorn with extra butter just how you like it—”

suddenly sukuna’s voice cuts in from the tattoos on his face, deep and mocking. “how pathetic. you sound like a lovesick puppy begging for scraps.”

yuji’s face goes bright red instantly. he slaps a hand over the markings like that’ll shut sukuna up. “shut up! i’m trying to talk to her!”

you’re trying not to laugh but it’s so obvious how panicked he gets every single time. his hand tightens on your shoulder like he’s scared you’ll suddenly change your mind about him because his curse uncle decided to be a hater

“ignore him,” yuji says quickly, turning back to you with a nervous smile. “he’s just jealous because no one wants to watch movies with him. so… this weekend? you and me? please?”

sukuna snorts. “she probably only tolerates you because you’re the least annoying vessel i’ve had.”

yuji actually whines, burying his face in your neck like a big embarrassed puppy. “babe tell him to stop, he’s ruining my game.”

you just laugh and kiss the top of his head, and yuji melts instantly, mumbling “you’re the best… ignore the old man, he doesn’t get it.”

even when sukuna keeps interrupting with snide comments, yuji never gives up he just gets more determined, more blushy, more desperate to make sure you know how much he likes you despite the uninvited third wheel living in his body.

because yuji itadori may share a body with the king of curses, but when it comes to you? he’s willing to fight sukuna every single time just to finish a sentence without looking stupid.

holy yearner ✿ megumi fushiguro is madly in love with you and you don't know it ﹙ yearning ﹚

megumi fushiguro has been in love with you for the longest time since middle school. everybody has told you that. not because he told them, but because they could tell.

they could tell in the way he looked at you. that soft look in his eyes everytime they met you. that's not a look that he gives to just anyone. that's definitely the look of someone in love.

but you couldn't believe them. you just couldn't. megumi fushiguro was one the most quiet and reserved guys you've ever met there is no way he could like you or stare at you like that. that just couldn't be true!

but it was true.

megumi fushiguro did in fact love you. he loved you like nobody else.

the moment you helped him up on the playground when you were five, when that smile was always plastered on your face, he knew he liked you. it wasn't that your smile was beautiful (though he always bkushed when he saw it) but it was that you were just so effortlessly sweet. you were the kindest girl he's ever met (second to tsumiki but still the kindest).

and when you first became friends he tried desperately to suppress those feelings. not because he was embarrassed of liking you. that was never the case. but because he was scared of admitting he was in love with you and having to one day face it and tell you. and he couldn't just tell you.

he may come off as aloof and fearless but in reality, when it comes to being vulnerable with the people he cares for, he's scared. not only is he afraid of opening his heart for you, he is afraid of opening his heart and being rejected.

he can't lose you.

he just can't lose you.

who would sit with him at lunch? who would talk to him or try to make him smile on days when he wasn't one the mood?

so for ten years he stayed silent. he became megumi, the distant and withdrawn boy you met on a playground when you were six. he became megumi, the guy who doesn't like being in big circles and prefers the company of you because you're the only friend who isn't loud or annoying. for ten years he just denied ever liking you because he couldn't handle the thought of being rejected and having to lose you.

for ten years he suppressed his love for you.

was it easy? no

did it hurt? maybe.

middle school was hard.

it was so, so hard to hide it.

he remembered being in the gym class with you for those three years. it was torture. because as you grew, you grew more beautiful. and maybe it was the hormones or the love in the air, but he thought you were the most beautiful girl in his grade if not the whole school. maybe even the world.

your beauty penetrated the highest of his walls (either that or his walls were built of toothpicks and marshmallows).

but ofcourse it didn't stop there. because his love couldn't simply stop at your beauty. even as you grew more social with people, even as you started hopping from group to group, you still stuck with him like the butter on his morning toast.

you always found your way back to him. it made him feel sort of special. it made him feel like you could rely on him. it made him feel like he could rely on you.

everytime he tagged along with your friends, you'd always turn around, give him that beautiful smile that secretly made his heart race and ask him, "are you alright?". he couldn't answer to that. the answer that he was desperately trying to form in his mind vanished. so, he just nodded and replied with a gruff, "im fine."

he remembers one time, in gym class during your "rebellious" phase, you two hid underneath the bleachers talking crap about your classmates. you talked about a certain classmates terrible haircut and he couldn't help but stifle a laugh. did he mention that your jokes, despite being corny at times, made him smirk most of the time?. he thought that they were stupid but they made this warmth spread through his chest. it made him feel normal. it made him feel like maybe there was a place where he can fit in.

nobody could replicate the way you made him feel. nobody. not even hana, the girl in his history class that was always trying to get in the way. she couldn't comapre to you.

she was always there but not in the way you were. her presence was loud and demanded attention. your's was quiet. your's was more comforting (not to mention he thought the bob she had didn't suit her).

as time went on she grew to like someone else in his class. which ended well. but then came your bold and loud classmate. he didn't like him. not even one bit.

he was so annoying. he thiught everybody was annoying but this was different kind of annoying. he was always around. it gave you no choice but to pay attention to him. it gave you no choice but to cancel all your plans and ditch megumi for him.

maybe he was more handsome than megumi but still.. it was a weird feeling that settled in his chest. some call it jealousy but megumi called it annoyance. he wasn't jealous. he wasn't jealous at all.

megumi fushiguro you liar.

you were jealous and in love with her.

admit it. admit that you're in love with her. tell her. confess to her. do it before it's too late.

his heart was telling him to speak now or remain silent for the rest of his adolescence but his mind was telling him to take it like a man, to stay quiet, to let that dumb guy have a go that way he won't have to face his fear.

fortunately he was whisked away at the sight of another girl. that meant megumi had time. that meant megumi could have her all to himself.

he just had to speak now.

but as the days for your middle school graduation were finally nearing, he realized he may not have much time left. the final week of school were the worst days of his life. he tried to muster up the courage to tell you how he felt. but he couldnt..

he practiced in his mind the words he would tell you every morning and night. but everytime they didn't sound right. they didn't sound good enough for someone as perfect as you. they didn't seem enough.

because no words would be enough to describe the feeling he gets when you're near.

as days neared he began losing hope.

and when the day came, he had only one chance to tell you. to tell you that your friends are right. to tell you that he is madly in love with you and that he doesn't he couldnt just get you out of his system.

he had one chance and wasted it.

you were walking to your parents, you hugged them tight with your signature grin. not knowing that the boy everybody was telling you was madly inlove with you was standing there, watching with a defeated look on his face.

and that was the last he saw of you.

until highschool.

gumi is the type of guy to look at you whenever you’re talking to your friends from afar, his eyes soften more than it should

gumi is the type of guy that would always act like your interests for cute shows are stupid but he actually thinks it’s cute

gumi is the type of guy to mention you in his conversations, no matter what he’ll mention you, “yeah my girlfriend loves this” or “my girlfriend could do this easily”

gumi is the type of guy to ask gojo if he could go on a mission with you because he says that your cursed energy is perfect for the mission, but that’s just some stupid excuse he uses to go on a mission with you

gumi is the type of guy who would help you when you feel frustrated, he’ll grab your favorite snacks and give it to you, he’ll play with your hair, let you rest your head on his lap or shoulder

gumi is the type of guy who shows his love with buying stuff for you, caring a lot but not loudly, listening to your yapping

gumi is the type of guy to say no to your questions, but eventually he finds himself doing whatever you asked him to do

gumi is the type of guy who wouldn’t like public affection but he'd love holding hands with you or getting some small pecks from you

gumi is the type of guy that would get teased by his friends for scanning every movement you make across the room

gumi is the type of guy who would never leave your side at any missions, he’ll say that it’s too dangerous if you go alone, even though he knows you’re fine without his help

gumi is the type of guy who would find everything you do attractive or cute, but he hides it perfectly under his stoic personality and comments something about what you’re doing

gumi is the type of guy who’d blush just slightly once someone says that you look cute as a couple

made by @jeerencho , do not repost

a/n : headcanons again bc my fluff, smut fic isn't finished yet

husband!sukuna who loves your bratty attitude ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ )

"No!" you huffed, tilting your chin up without even looking at him. "I'm not moving inside just because you told me to. You don't own me!"

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed from his chest, a sound that usually made the rest of the world shake in terror.

In a single, fluid blur of movement, the shadow of his massive frame washed over you. Before you could even react, a heavy, clawed hand cupped the back of your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against your pulse point.

"Is that so?" sukuna’s voice rasped against your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin as he leaned down, trapping you against his chest. "a tiny thing like you, telling me no?"

"Let go, you giant brute," you muttered, trying to pull away, but your stubbornness only made his grin widen.

"mhm.."

His lower pair of eyes were watching the blush creep up your neck. He didn't tighten his grip, but his touch was possessively firm, a subtle reminder of the terrifying power held behind every touch.

With a effortless pull, he hauled you directly onto his lap so you were sitting facing him, straddling his thighs as his thick arm wrapped around your waist to anchor you flush against his chest. You let out a soft gasp, your hands instinctively dropping onto his broad shoulders for support.

"So brave when you're within arm's reach," he purred, his lips brushing against yours with every word, teasing you. "Tell me again how you're not going to listen to me, princess."

You tried to hold your stern, bratty expression, but the sheer warmth of his body and the intimate closeness made your pulse race, completely ruining your tough act.

Sukuna smirked against your mouth, "That's what I thought," he murmured, before finally closing the distance to kiss you deeply.

His lips claimed yours with a slow, heavy intensity that instantly stole the breath right out of your lungs.

The hand at the back of your neck tangled gently into your hair, holding you perfectly still, pressing you flush against the solid heat of his chest.

When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his thumb softly traced the curve of your bottom lip while your breathing stayed uneven and flushed.

He had to admit to himself that there was something wildly entertaining and almost addictive about the way you treated him, and he loved every single second of it.

Above all, he enjoyed the late hours of the night, when he could take his time putting you in your place and reminding you exactly who was in charge.

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Wrong time to walk in!- Satoru Gojo

I wrote this mainly because it’s my birthday today!! (July 26 :) )

When you pulled into the driveway after your hang out with your friends, you automatically knew that something was wrong. Living with Gojo, you always expected music loud enough to be heard across the street, games on max volume, or something load playing at all times.

Today, as you exited your car with gift bags hanging from both arms, all you could think about was ‘what trouble is Satoru causing now?’

You made your way to the grand doorway, dropping your bags with a sigh as you fished around for your keys in the expensive purse Gojo bought you ‘just because’.

♥︎loser!yuji confessing his love for you! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

cw ᯓ fluff゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

yuji itadori, your best friend of two entire years. the two of you had met in high school, barely batted an eye at each other. that was until senior year. you and yuji, had began to interact daily.

. . . ! that was until now, yuji itadori finally got himself together gathering his guts to ask such a pretty girl out. he would always dream of a time like this, yuji itadori really had never been with anyone before. he knew the basics in relationships, although, he had never gotten the chance to get into a relationship himself. was it because he was so hopelessly in love with you, or was it because of his looks?

definitely not because of his looks.

the wind blew through as you both walked side by side, on the sidewalk. not far from the ice cream store. yuji glanced back at his car making sure its locked. he wanted to intertwine his fingers with yours so badly, he was just too afraid to ask. or make the move to, but oh, if he knew that you were thinking the same as he were. he would've taken your hand in a heartbeat.

he clears his throat awkwardly, "so! how have you been?" yuji questioned with a soft smile. you turn glance over your shoulder, "i've been good! you know, the usual stuff. pretty boring though."

"not going to ask me how i've been?" the pink haired man proceeded pout at that, picking up his pace on walking to catch up with you. "silly, yes i was going to ask you. anyway how have you been yu?" yuji's eyes seemed to lighten up at the nickname. "i had to tell you to ask me! me? no answer." he blabbered on dramatically.

before, yuji gently tugged your left arm. "come on. we're here." your lips curl into a smile, he's adorable.

yuji practically jolted in front of you to open the ice cream shop door, one arm reaching out to grab onto the handle. holding the door open effortlessly for you. "ladies first!" he chuckled. you booped his nose, "gentleman, i like it." you said before stepping into the fitted shop. yuji followed right after you.

"soooo, what flavor do you want?" yuji questioned quietly. "hm, you can never go wrong with cookie dough. i've never really been here before so i'll go with something simple." you smile.

yuji nods, "right! i haven't either. hmmm, i'll choose... birthday cake, and strawberry." you half eye glance at him, "i like the sound of that."

thirty minutes later, the ice cream had come. though you both devoured them, yuji stealing little spoonfuls from your cup. you'd be a hypocrite if you told him to stop, (you as well stole many bites from his cup).

yuji could feel the pound and pressure in his chest whenever he'd look at you. his chest felt so heavy, can he really do it? can he really pull himself up to ask you out?

you both were now sitting on the bench outside the ice cream store, eyes gazing up at the sky in such loud silence. "uh." yuji cleared his throat awkwardly, "i need to get something from... my car is that okay?" you glance back at him. "of course! no need to ask me." he smiled in return rushing back toward his car.

about five minutes later, yuji had returned. hands behind his back like he had something behind him. you raise an eyebrow, "what're you hiding..?" you questioned softly. looking up from the bench, "can i uh, ask... you something?"

you look in confusion. "ask away." he chuckles nervously, carefully sitting down next to you without showing whatever it may be behind him. "there's something i've been meaning to tell you, and i mean it deep in my heart." you nod, smiling to reassure him. "im... in love with you." he pauses. turning his face away in fear. you sit there in silence, unsure of what to say. for a moment, it's silent before he speaks again.

"i have been for a very long while now." for another moment you're silent before breaking down into happy tears, "i love you too!" you sniffle. "god, that's embarrassing i didn't mean to—" yuji cuts you off by wrapping his fit arms around your waist. placing the secret present behind him in place onto the bench, out of sight from your eyes.

"shh, i find it cute. you really do love me huh?" he whispered smugly. you chuckled, his brown eyes had seemed to soften even more, before pulling back. "does this mean i am your boyfriend now?" he looks at you with almost puppy eyes. "that's moving a bit fast don't you think?" though you smile back at him. "can... i please be your boyfriend?" he suddenly pulls out flowers from behind his back.

you look in surprise, tears threatening to fall down. "yu... i don't know what to say, but yes of course i—" he practically jumped into your arms like a touch starved puppy. "thank you! thank you so much! i'll treat you better than the word good itself i swear!" you laugh, hugging him back.

"these flowers are so pretty perfect for you angel." you pull back from the embrace, "nicknames already? i appreciate the compliment you're so cute."

"whattt! you call me 'yu'." you cut him off, "point still stands!" you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. he gently strokes your hair, "sweet angel." you smile, a red forming on your cheeks.

"i love you." you whispered.

"i love you more sweet angel."