BEST BOYS AND TURBO GRANNY ???? THIS IS SO CUUUTE

Husband!Gojo who always sheds a few tears every time he’s assigned a mission far, far away. Hugging you like some overgrown octopus and weeping into your hair like a maiden while you giggle- “Satoru, it’s for two days.”

Husband!Gojo who doesn’t care if it’s two days or two minutes, he’ll be teleporting into your damn living room mid-mission with a constant coo of “Hey, baby, on my way to the fight now.” “Wanted to see your beautiful face right now- this special grade curse is ugly.” “Heh- about to finish him off, gimme a kiss for good luck, wifey~”

Husband!Gojo who will still embrace you like he hasn’t seen you in years the moment he finishes off that mission and teleports home- and not to mention the way he’ll pound you right then and there in the doorway. “Satoru, you haven’t seen me for ten minutes.” “Ten minutes too long!”

i love his backshots. 😛

drama queen

(how could I not love him?)

I don't know about y'all, but it makes me so angry and not able to understand why people still use the 'fluff' tag even when their writing is pure smut.

i should not have the displeasure of seeing literal SMUT when i search for fluff. like why should the top post be of reader receiving devious backshots from gojo. make it make sense.

you can continue writing what you wanna write since it's not hurting anybody, but PLEASE, use the tags correctly

calebmc core:

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

clan rival! satoru who was raised to see everyone as nothing more than an obstacle, their name was as old as the history books itself, a reminder that no one could ever stand on the same side as him.

clan rival! satoru who looks at you like you're beneath him, like your very existence is a nuisance, a Zen'in—nothing more than a name added to the list he was raised to crush beneath his heel.

clan rival! satoru who never misses a chance to belittle you, his voice dripping with mockery whenever he calls you by your last name, making sure you never forget that to him, you are nothing more than another enemy.

clan rival! satoru who has been competing with you the moment you started training your jujutsu techniques, from who could expel a curse faster to who could land the first punch. Because losing to you was never an option.

clan rival! satoru who’s always been one step ahead of you, smirking across the school grounds training hall, taunting you with his insufferable arrogance, making you want to carve that stupid grin right off his face.

clan rival! satoru who doesn’t hesitate to fight you, but something about it feels less like war and more like a dance—one that neither of you can bring yourselves to end.

clan rival! satoru who tenses when you lean in after defeating him, your voice taunting him as your fingers gripped his chin just hard enough to bruise as you whispered in his ear, “Aw, you said you were the strongest? That’s cute.” He scoffs, but his ears burn red.

clan rival! satoru who would rather die than admit he respects you, so instead, his words were sharp as a blade, cutting you down at every opportunity, watching to see if he can finally make you break.

clan rival! satoru who should want nothing more than to see you fall—instead, he finds himself watching you too closely, focusing the way you move, memorizing your little mannerisms, the way you glare at him like he’s one of the curses you’d like to exorcise.

clan rival! satoru who hates you. Not because his elders taught him to, but because you never back down. Hates the way you make his blood rush hotter than it should. Hates that no matter how many times he tries to put you in your place—he can never get you out of his head.

clan rival! satoru who grew up alongside you, from kids to powerful sorcerers, yet somehow it never stopped being you versus him. But each mission when the stakes got higher and every battle was bloodier than the last, he starts to wonder—does he really hate you, or has he been afraid of losing you all along?

take the blue line

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”