His Most Prized Possession

thinking about husband!toji who becomes overly affectionate and possessive when he sees some other man eyeing you down like a piece of meat. Of course your pretty self doesn’t even notice, too worried about showing him the dresses you think are cute and he sees the guy just down the aisle staring at your ass, sizing you up and stripping you naked with his eyes. So what does Toji do? He’s already extremely intimidating no matter what, with his broody nature and muscular build, most people won’t even dare to look your way, but some do. Toji simply stares at the guy, full on stares like a psycho and if that doesn’t scare them away, he grabs you by your ass, im talking ass in hand, squeezing it and pulling you towards him. “Toji!” You’d whine with a giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. “What was that for?” You question, smiling up at him. “Oh nothing, mama, just some fucker keeps staring you down like you’re his.” He pressed another kiss to your lips only this time he didn’t pull away, making out with you right in front of the guy who rolls his eyes and walks away.

And when you and Toji go out to a party or the club, he swears he can’t step away from you for one second without some asshole trying to hit on you. He goes to the bar to grab you both a drink and the moment he turns his head, some guy is dancing up on you, ruining your vibe. “I have a husband.” You point to the ring on your finger, the diamond glistening in the light. “So? He don’t gotta know—” Toji throws his drink in the man’s face and throws a punch right to his jaw. “Fuck man!” The dude drops to the floor in pain. “Get the fuck away from my wife, you understand? Piece of shit.” Toji holds you by the waist, taking a sip of the drink he didn’t throw at the man before tossing it on him. “Let’s go, baby.” He whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

And when you’re back home, all you do is smile at him, pulling him in by his jacket. “You’re so sexy when you get all protective and possessive.”

“Oh, yeah? Does it do something to you, mama?” His lips curl into a smirk. You nod at him, biting on your lower lip.

“Ah!” You yelp with a laugh as he tosses you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom which will be occupied all night.

Had a thought: reader has a hand-print bruise on their arm — like they stumbled and were caught or pulled out of the way of a curse or smth and the helper accidentally left a bruise when they grabbed reader. Jjk men see it b4 reader can / thinks to tell them so they just see a clearly-handprint bruise with zero context 🙃

Hand Print

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, JJK men getting angry, JJK men getting protective 🫦, smut (Suguru’s, Choso’s, and kinda Sukuna’s), dark content on Mahito’s, mdni

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Mahito

SATORU

You had forgotten it even happened. Silly, clumsy you — nearly falling while exiting the subway onto the station platform. Thankfully, that good samaritan was right behind you.

His hand clasped onto your upper arm tightly as he pulled you back up to your feet to find your balance. You didn’t even give it much thought-! You thanked him and went on about your day.

Satoru’s six eyes can immediately spot the bruise before you’ve even taken off your coat after getting home.

“Baby —“ Satoru’s voice was bone chilling when he spoke. He’s normally got such a happy tone, but when he uses that baritone that comes out during fights, you’re frozen out of fear.

“Wha..?” You weren’t even able to get your words out before Satoru has your arm up in the air. His eyes wandering over the bruise that was wrapped around your upper arm.

“Who the fuck touched you?” His heart is slamming into his ribcage. He doesn’t know what happened, but he knew enough. You were hurt, and he wasn’t there to protect you.

He wishes he could extend his infinity out to you at all times, but even he has limits unfortunately.

“Satoru- My arm-“ You whine while your lofty boyfriend with his abnormally long limbs is nearly holding you up by your wrist. You looked pitiful — dangling from his grip.

“Who.” He demands again, and those stormy blue eyes meet yours. His mind is racing — thinking of who he’s going to kill. Will he snuff them out like a cigarette with his infinity? Or maybe he blow a whole in them with hollow purple. Maybe he could figure out a new technique to rip them in half on an atomic level.

“It was an accident!” You cry as you try to pull your arm aways from his unrelenting grip. “I was about to fall off the subway, and this guy grabbed me so I didn’t fall and break my neck.”

Satoru’s face stays cold, and his eyes look back at the obvious handprint bruise on your arm. Judging by the way it’s awkwardly positioned, he knows you’re telling the truth.

“Oh! Well baby, why didn’t you just say that?” Your entirely too happy boyfriend is immediately back with a coy grin as if he wasn’t just fantasizing about murder. “You got to be more careful when getting off the subway, silly goose.” His finger lightly thump you on the forehead.

SUGURU

You’ve always been so clumsy your entire life: tripping over your own feet, bumping into the corners of tables and walls, accidentally stubbing your toe, the list goes on…

You were racing down the broken escalator at the mall to try to get to your favorite store before it closed for the day. You were just so focused on getting to your destination that you weren’t paying attention to ahead of you.

You barrel straight into this guy who miraculously grabs onto you and the railing before both of you take a nasty fall. The two of you pant in each other’s arms for just a moment before you’re backing away — professing your deepest apologies for not being more careful. The guy just awkwardly smiles and waves you on, knowing you were probably trying to get to a specific store.

You didn’t even think about the little incident afterwards. You have so many “near misses” in a day that you just completely black them out.

Suguru’s lips are clasped to your neck, giving you sloppy kisses right on the sweet spot of your neck.

“Fuuuck, pretty girl… can never get tired of this pussy.” He groans softly into your ear. Both of you are so lost in each other, feeling your essences mix with each time his massive cock slips into your clammy entrance. You’re practically sucking him in at this point — greedyyy.

“Sugu- Ah~!” You’re breathy as your hand reaches up to clasp the pillow behind you. The way your pussy flutters around him as you’re nth orgasm is about to take over has him nearly seeing stars.

Nearly.

His eyes normally focus on you while he fucks you until you’re nothing more than a puddle in his arms, but right now, that damn bruise has his attention.

“What fucking monkey touched you?” He asks in a low growl before he’s pinning both your arms above your head. He slips his cock out of you — eliciting a frustrated whine from edging you.

His eyes are too busy scoping out the rest of your body. How did he miss the fresh bruise that was so blatantly displayed on your arm.

“Sugu..” You whine — still mindless and cockdrunk. Your thighs part as you try to seduce him back between your legs.

“Hey.” He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. “I need my girlfriend right now — not my slut. Who touched you?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” You lazily whine as you look over towards your arm, and you think for a moment of how the bruise must’ve gotten there..

“Which fucking monkey touched you?” He grits again. His temper is only building. How were you unable to remember who touched you?

“Hmm.. oh! I was running down those broken escalators at the mall, and I nearly sent me and this guy down the entire flight. Thankfully, he was able to grab us both.” You’re finally able to recount the memory to Geto.

Your poor stressed boyfriend pinches the bridge of his nose. He instantly knows that you’re telling the truth because this is just so damn like you.

“What have I told you about being aware of your surroundings? Now you’re going to make me have to punish you.”

Great! Now you’re not getting to finish at all tonight! :(

NANAMI

It was another normal Sunday evening in your home. The lights were turned down low, and the curtains were drawn so the golden hour sun could pool into the kitchen and dining room. You and Ken were listening to your playlist while cooking dinner together.

Cooking dinner with Nanami wasn’t like some normal, ordinary task. Cooking with him was almost as intimate as having sex with him — the way his hands so carefully massaged into your hips. Your back was pressed flush against his toned chest, and his chin was either resting on yours or resting on your shoulder.

He wasn’t dead weight either. Nanami could cook his ass off. You were the one who needed the extra help, so right now, Nanami was guiding your hands on how to perfectly and evenly chop zucchini.

His eyes grazed over your hands, taking in your form to see if he needed to correct you in any way. That’s when he saw the bruise peaking out from underneath your shirt sleeve.

Nanami’s hand is quick, and he swiftly disarms you so you don’t accidentally cut yourself before he tugs your arm sleeve. His usually calm face slowly twisted into a scowl.

“Who did that to you?” He asks lowly with an intimidating glare. Of course, he’s not mad at you, but he is mad that someone touched his wife.

“What…?” You ask with a small pout, not knowing what he was talking about in the slightest. You had clearly forgotten about that nice stranger who pulled you back onto the sidewalk when a car decided to ignore the pedestrian walking symbol. They had saved your life.

“The name of the person who grabbed you.” Nanami demands as he gestures to your marked up wrist. “Now.”

“I- wait, Ken… That’s not what it looks like…” You try to explain with a small frown.

“Then please, do tell me what it is before I go find them for myself.”

When you explained to him that the person who grabbed you actually saved you from severe injury, Nanami let out a sigh — partially of relief and partially of stress.

He brings your wrist up to his mouth before he places light kisses around the bruise. “You have to be more careful, darling… I need you here with me.”

CHOSO

Yuji was the one to grab you harshly and pull you back, creating that nasty bruise on your arm. He really didn’t mean to grab you so hard!! He just forgets his superhuman strength sometimes.

You were about to run into someone while at the school. Yuji was just trying to be a good brother-in-law and protect you. He was nearly in tears when he saw the huge handprint on your arm.

“Please don’t tell Choso. He’ll kill me if he finds out! Please! Say you swear!” He pleads as he clasps his hands together and grovels at your feet.

You tried reassuring him that his brother wasn’t going to kill him, but Yuji wouldn’t rest until you promised not to tell.

“Hi baby.” Choso greets you as usual, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple as he casually strolls towards the bathroom to shower. He’s glistening with sweat from training with Yuki and Todo all day.

“Mm! Wait for me!” You call out, trailing behind him like a horny dog (it’s okay girl me too). Choso happily waits for you in the shower. His dark hair comes down to his shoulders as he lets his hair down and steps into the hot water, immediately rinsing his body of the filth and grime.

“Missed you, baby.” He hums as he slowly corners you against the shower wall. His hand gently cups your chin to press a passionate kiss to your lips.

You softly giggle as you feel something already poking at your leg. “So sensitive~” You tease as you go to wrap your hand around his length.

Choso quickly grabs your arm, going to pin it above your head. He wanted to touch you first. You’re always taking care of him. He wanted to return the favor.

When you softly hiss in response due to him pressing on your bruise, he freezes. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No- no, you did nothing.” You try to reassure him with a wave of your hands. Your bruise catches his eye.

“Did I- Did I do that?” He immediately asks as he takes your arm and cradles it gently into his oversized hands. His face slowly shifts to a guilty pout.

Your eyes widen as you realize your poor boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of human bruising. He truly thinks he grabbed you so hard that your skin immediately started to bruise.

“No, nonono, baby, you didn’t do that. ‘s okay.” You go to reassure him, gently holding your hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb over the small tattoos under his eyes.

“Then… who did?” His voice shifts to a less panicked one, and his gaze hardens slightly.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize just how quickly he can turn on that more dominant, powerful side of him. “Uh.. well.. it was an accident.. We shouldn’t go on a witch hunt or anything like that…”

“Right. Who grabbed you so hard that they left a mark on you?” He doesn’t relent, towering over you with such an unamused gaze. His eyes are angry while staring at you.

“You have to promise me you won’t hurt him, Cho. It was really an accident. He was trying to save me.”

Choso stays quiet. He’s learned not to make promises that he can’t keep, and all of his thoughts are about how he was going to hurt this mysterious guy who laid a hand on you.

“Choso… It was Yuji. He was trying to keep me from running into somebody! He didn’t mean to hurt me-“

Your boyfriend’s face shifts to one of surprise. He didn’t expect Yuji to be the culprit of the bruise on your arm. His eyes flick over to the bruise, and he lets out a hefty sigh.

“Sometimes… older brothers have to be the one to teach hard lessons…”

“Choso, it was an accident.”

TOJI

“Mmm.. shit…” Toji hums before he goes in for another bite. You watch him with a playful gaze. He always gets so hungry after a completed hit, and when the job takes more than one day, he misses your cooking almost as much as he misses you.

“Toji, slow down. No one’s going to take your food from you.” You gently chide with a laugh. Little three-year-old Megumi is in his high chair, eating like an animal because he’s mimicking daddy.

You’re happy that your husband appreciates your cooking because you did nearly die while trying to get the ingredients to make this stupid dinner.

You were in the parking lot of the grocery store with Megumi in your arms, and while walking towards the store’s entrance, a car nearly backed over you and the small child in your arms.

Thankfully, a stranger was behind you, and he was fast enough to yank you and Megumi back away from the car. It was honestly a miracle that you and Megumi made it completely unscathed.

Well, almost unscathed. You did have a pretty nasty bruise on your hip where the stranger grabbed you with such strength.

“Look at what kind of table manners you’re teaching your son.” You continue on while wiping Megumi’s face clean with a baby wipe. The small child whines and tries to break free from your grasp.

“Can’t help it, doll. Your cooking’s too good.” Toji finally lifts his head up from his plate, and with almost lazer focus, he immediately notices the bruise on your hip due to your shirt hiking up a bit since you’re bent over dealing with Megumi.

“What the fuck happened?” He immediately asks, gesturing his fork towards the bruise on your hip. “Did some fuck touch you?”

You look at him with a hint of confusion for a second, but as soon as you look down and see the bruise, you immediately remember the event that transpired earlier today.

“I-“

You don’t even get the next word out before Toji’s on you, lifting your shirt up to see the perfectly drawn out handprint bruised into your pretty skin. The scar on his lips twitch in frustration, and your heart begins to stutter — understanding exactly what it looks like.

“Toji-“

“What the fuck happened?” His voice is a low grumble as he eyes you closely. He’s itching to hear a name — someone to kill for touching you like that. Only he gets to touch you there.

Your words are choked up in your throat, misunderstanding Toji’s possessiveness for anger towards you. You can’t even think of what to say before your son speaks up for you.

“Mama and I saved by a man!” Megumi shouts, looking up at his dad, even your toddler understood the gravity of the situation.

“Saved?” Toji questions as he shifts his gaze over to Megumi with a raised eyebrow — still angry but albeit a little amused.

“Yeah! Car almost hit mama and me! The man grabbed us to save us.” Your toddler explains it as if it’s a fond memory for him.

Your eyes meet Toji’s, and you nod your head slightly, agreeing with your son. “I was going into the market, and a car nearly backed over Megumi and I. The guy grabbed us up before it completely hit us.”

Toji takes a big breath, and his large palm finds the back of your head, guiding you to lie on his chest for moment. He just needs to he close to you after the gymnastics his brain just did.

“Christ, mama. Don’t worry me like that.” He mumbles lowly before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Daddy, ew! Gross!”

SUKUNA

It was time for nightly worship for you and the other concubines, except here recently, it’s only been you attending nightly worship. The concubines had been dropping like flies recently… like actually dropping dead.

Why would Sukuna need concubines when you were already his most devout follower? Not to mention, he immediately made up his mind once he felt your precious cunt for the first time — so fucking tight and wet, begging to be bred by him — he didn’t need anyone else. You were the solution to all of his problems. Hell, he might even give you his heir one day.

He was sat in his throne with a mere red and black silk robe covering his monstrous body. One of his hands was occupied with a chalice of… well, you don’t really want to know what he was sipping on.

His other oversized hand was tenderly resting on your head. His palm was as big as your head, covering the crown completely, while you had your chin propped up on his thigh — on your knees in front of him. This was his favorite sight. He could really appreciate your beauty when the other concubines weren’t making so much racket. It was the right decision to have them disposed of.

You’re so pliant with your head in his lap. He finds it amusing how comfortable you look before him — as if he isn’t the literal incarnate of evil. He almost finds you adorable like a small kitten.

“What are you thinking about, woman?” He asks, surprisingly breaking the silence between you two. He’s the type of man to value the quiet, and he hates small talk, but he can’t help but want to hear your voice.

“Hm?” You hum lazily, being broken out of your daydream. Your eyes meet his as you look up at him. “I’m just thinking about bedtime… It’s been an eventful day.” You answer softly before a yawn escapes you, earning a small snicker from Sukuna.

“You shall retire in my chambers tonight. Go dispose of your clothes and slip between the sheets. I’ll be in there in just a moment.” He pats your head, signaling you may get up now.

Scurrying off to Sukuna’s chambers, the King of Curses narrows his eyes. He could’ve swore he just saw a bruise on you, and it’s definitely not one that he left…

Once he was inside his chambers, his eyes rested upon your small, frail body. You looked so cute, curled up in his massive bed. He slips his robe off, revealing his sculpted body. He looks like more than a king. He’s no less than a god.

Slipping between the sheets so he can finally feel your flesh against his, Sukuna can’t help but check. One of his hands captures your arm, and he looks at it. A deep scowl forms on his face as he sees the mark of another on you.

“What fool dared to touch you?” He demands, blood pressure already rising.

“What-?” You ask a bit confused, but you’re quickly reminded when Sukuna presses down on the bruise, making it worse. He’s sick in the head, thinking that if he can’t remove the bruise from you, he’ll just make his own mark right on top of it-

“Ow-! Kuna-!” You whine as his thumb presses down firmer. “Why are you- oww! please! I’m sorry, my lord! The gardener was just trying to save me from tripping and falling-“

His hand releases. “The gardener, huh?” He muses before making a few hand symbols. You’ll never see that gardener again. He should’ve known better than you touch you. You watch Sukuna with a slightly fearful look, and Sukuna feels his stomach twist with detest.

“Don’t look at me like that. It displeases me.” He frowns when he notes your fear does not simply vanish. Releasing a tense breath, he carefully brings your arm up to his mouth, and he presses a gentle kiss to the darkening bruise on your arm. “I had to make my own mark. I forget how fragile you mortals are… I… apologize.”

MAHITO

His eyes were wide and filled with utter rage as he saw the bruise displayed on your arm. He didn’t know how to cope with these new… emotions. Mahito didn’t believe he could feel a thing such as jealousy until you came around, his pretty pet. you just didn’t know it yet.

His foot was tapping violently against the ground as he tried to think of a way to bring it up casually in front of the others. He didn’t need Kenjaku on his case again for “falling for you”… whatever that fucking meant.

“Did you have a run in with the sorcerers, pet?” He finally asks as you and Jogo are playing Mahjong.

You look down at your arm at the blue and purple bruise that was welping up on your skin, and you nod your head at Mahito’s question.

“One of them got me good… He barely touched me though, so it caught me off guard.” You finally respond, and Mahito feels his very soul light on fire. Another man dared to touch you? You? His pet?? Even worse, it was a sorcerer.

“Did you kill him?” Mahito asks as he has to place his hands underneath his thighs to keep from reaching out to grab you up. Last time he did that, Kenjaku threatened to swallow him up like an uzumaki, but he can’t help it. He constantly feels an overwhelming urge to just touch you. If he could, he’d merge your soul with his so you’d be bound to him for life.

“No… he got away before I could finish the job.” You pout as you place your next tile down on the playing board.

“What did he look like?” Mahito’s heart starts to race. The thought of killing the guy who dared to touch you is intoxicating. He wants to hear the man cry and beg for mercy. He wants to coat himself in the man’s blood then fuck you until you cry.

“Oh, um, he had pink fluffy hair, and a jujutsu tech uniform on with red sneakers.”

“You ran into Sukuna’s vessel, Yuji Itadori???” Kenjaku perks up from the newspaper he was reading, and he immediately stomps over to you, needing more information.

“Yuji Itadori…. I’ll kill him.” Mahito mumbles to himself before breaking out in a small laugh. The thought of it— it’s so euphoric.

☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.

you’re woken up by a kiss.

gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.

“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.

“it’s midnight.”

“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder. 

“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.

“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.

“and it also means it’s a new day already.”

“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.

satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.

“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.

jjk smau request, maybe secret!bf texts for office romance with Sukuna?

workplace puppy love. smau.

ryomen is your co-worker in public, lover in private.

contains: co-worker!secretbf!sukuna, fem!reader, office talks, food, cursing, mild nsfw, mild jellykuna and sassykuna, other characters appearances

a/n: first ever request!!! tysm <3 keep the requests and asks coming pleek. ignore timestamps! as always! likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! enjoy!

Husband! Sukuna with a big, fat wedding ring he ties around a necklace n’ keeps close to his heart. Or, at least, that was the teasing excuse you’d made up - and the one that Sukuna had so fervently declined (it was totally the reason- shhhh.)

Husband! Sukuna that stays up late polishing and cleansing off every speck n’ stupid piece of dust on his most prized treasure - after you, that is. And if you catch him - hell no, you didn’t.

Husband! Sukuna toying with his hefty band whenever he’s going out on an errand without your pretty presence. Twiddling it once, twice, thrice while assuring you that of course he’s gonna come back home safely. Who the hell do you think he is?

Husband! Sukuna pulling out the very same ring and flashing it towards whatever persistent extra that’d pushed past his RBF and thought they had a chance with him. “You see this? This is a sign that m’gonna go home right now and fuck my wife until she can’t walk.”

Husband! Sukuna popping the question again - over and over right in the middle of it. Before pulling another, matching wedding band to slide right on top of your original. And he won’t look at you - won’t even try - when he’s muttering into the soiled sheets, “Let’s get married all over again.”

♱ content.  18+, clan leader!gojo x fem!reader, public play, exhibitionism, fingering, teasing.

clan leader gojo who sat at the head of the table, all striking white hair and piercing blue eyes that reflected the soft flicker of the candlelight. he commanded the room effortlessly, his voice smooth as he responded to the elders’ questions, a calm smile tugging at his lips. from the outside, he was the epitome of composure, the image of power and grace.

but under the table, hidden by the pristine white cloth, his long fingers were buried inside you, dragging along your walls with a slow, maddening precision.

you sat perched on his lap, your kesa spread perfectly to keep up the illusion of decorum. but beneath the folds, gojo’s hand had snuck under the layers, his other arm resting lightly around your waist to keep you from squirming too much.

“stay still,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. his voice was low, just for you, but there was a playful edge to it, like he was daring you to disobey.

your nails dug into his thigh, the only outlet you had for the tension building in your body as his fingers pumped into you, curling just enough to send sparks shooting up your spine. you bit the inside of your cheek, desperate to keep from making a sound.

“gojo-sama, about the kyoto branch...” one of the elders began, their voice blending into the background as your focus narrowed on the steady rhythm of his hand.

gojo hummed, nodding slightly as he answered, “ah, yes. we’ll deal with that soon. no need to rush.” his tone was light, casual, as if his fingers weren’t knuckle-deep inside you under the table, as if your thighs weren’t trembling against his.

you felt his hardness pressing against your lower back, a constant reminder of just how much he was enjoying this. his thumb brushed over your clit, and you jolted slightly, your body betraying you. his other hand tightened on your hip, holding you firmly in place.

“careful, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. “wouldn’t want them to notice, would we?”

your cheeks burned as you clenched around his fingers, and he groaned softly, low enough that only you could hear. “so tight,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “and so wet. you’re making a mess.”

your breath hitched as he sped up just slightly, his fingers curling deeper, finding that spot that made your vision blur. you bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape, but a small, broken sound slipped through anyway.

one of the elders glanced in your direction, concern flickering across their face. “gojo-sama, is everything alright?” they asked. “your wife seems... distracted.”

gojo’s grin widened, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as he gave them a disarming nod. “she’s fine,” he said smoothly. “it’s been a long day for her. isn’t that right, darling?”

you managed a shaky nod, your face burning as you tried to keep your voice steady. “y-yes,” you stammered, barely holding it together as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. “just... tired.”

“ah, of course,” the elder said with a polite bow, their attention returning to the conversation.

gojo leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple. “good girl,” he murmured, his tone so low it sent a shiver down your spine. “you’re taking it so well.”

your thighs trembled, and you felt the tension building higher, tighter, until it snapped. you clenched around his fingers, your release washing over you as you slumped back against his chest, trying desperately to catch your breath.

he didn’t stop right away. his fingers slowed, stroking you gently as he murmured soft praises in your ear, his hand on your hip keeping you steady. finally, he pulled his fingers from under your kesa, his touch lingering as if he couldn’t quite let go.

before you could even glance his way, he brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste you.

you froze, heat blooming in your cheeks as he sucked his fingers clean, slow and deliberate. his lashes lowered slightly, and he let out a soft hum of approval, like he was savoring the taste.

no one noticed. the elders were too engrossed in their meals and discussions to spare him a second glance.

gojo leaned back, his other hand giving your thigh a firm squeeze as his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “delicious,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “i think i might need seconds later.”

you glared at him, your face hot, but he just smiled, flashing his white canines as he turned his attention back to the table.

“as i was saying,” he said smoothly, lifting his wine glass as if nothing had happened, “everything seems to be progressing well.”

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Would it be ok if I request Mainstream Mark with a female Y/N please ; he’s been on my mind since the latest episode (his hair omg it’s so fluffy I just wanna ahhh!!) please 🙏 (also love your versions of the Y/n everyone looks amazing and the way you draw the characters just 10/10 on everything) 💓

OFC! Mainstream Mark deserves some lovin for all the shit he’s been going through!

I’m so glad you like all the designs of Y/N 🥰 and all the Marks, I keep going too hard for every piece even when I tell myself to jsut let it be a sketch lol

But anyways, Mainstream Mark, he’s been through so much he deserves to just be taken care of, Reader’s fingers running through his hair and head resting on Reader’s chest and praised, man’s just needs some softness maybe a bubble bath, massage and some sweet lovin 🥴

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texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.

! you sent them a picture of your kid

warnings: sfw, fluff

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

"...Are you listening?"

Curly snaps out of his trance, turning to meet Anya's gaze. He chuckled for a brief moment, but it was humorless. "Yeah, yeah, damn. I'm so sorry." His blue eyes flickered down to the table between them. "Couldn't sleep again," he admitted. He shakes his head and looks up at her again. "But I passed the psych eval?"

Anya pursed her lips together. "Well, you gave the same answers as last time," she stated, remembering the details of the captain's result. "I do wish you'd open up a little more, Captain. These evaluations aren't just about you."

"As long as I'm fit to fly in your eyes, Anya," Curly says smoothly, a smile coming to cross his face. His tone was teasing, and he felt a little lighter when Anya smiled back at him. Curly had noticed the medic being more... sluggish these past few days, so it was nice to see that she's still staying strong.

"Oh, stop it." Anya huffs. "Guess that means I only have one more eval left to do. Y/N is probably answering hers right now."

"Oh, speaking of Y/N..." Curly started, his expression turning a little more bashful. "How... how is she? Is she doing alright? It's been awhile since we've talked to each other."

Anya raises a brow but doesn't comment on Curly's evident worry. They always seemed so close, after all. "She's okay. She didn't lash out today, so I think that's a start on her anger management."

Curly nodded, feeling the tension within his body leave. "Ah, I'll take your word for it. And for the last guy... let me guess, Jimmy?"

Anya's smile falters at the mere mention of the man's name. She was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "He acts as if I do these things for fun. Then I have to make a report with things like... 'I have found myself sexually excited at the sight of cartoon horses'."

It's an unusual answer, and it made the medic very uncomfortable. But Curly laughs, finding the situation more lightly than it's supposed to be. "Hah! Well, I could take it off your hands," he offered.

Anya lit up. "Really?"

"I've known him a long time. He won't try any bullshit with me," the captain stated matter-of-factly.

"I suppose you are the captain," replied Anya, her voice still a little hesitant.

"I am the captain."

The smile returns to Anya's face once she realizes that she won't have to face Jimmy. "Thank you! What a relief. Oh, before I forget, Swansea asked me to give you this." She takes out a yellow piece of paper and hands it to Curly.

He accepts it and reads what was written. In Swansea's handwriting, it read, THEY CAN'T EXPECT ME TO PERFORM MIRACLES!!!

"Not sure what it means, but... sounds like fun!" Anya chirped, her demeanor returning to normal. "Good luck, Captain!"

Curly gives her one last smile before leaving the medical room.

🫧

Curly stops in his tracks for a moment; he swore he captured the smallest glimpse of H/C locks turning a corner. He stares a little longer at said corner, debating whether to catch up with you or talk to Swansea and Jimmy. As much as he would very much rather prefer the former, he was the captain and had responsibilities he needed to take.

Not that you weren't a part of his responsibility or anything; you were just as important as the rest. But why does his chest ache slightly whenever you look at him with nothing but disinterested eyes? You didn't gaze at him that way back then; what changed?

Quickly shaking that thought off, Curly continued advancing towards the utility room. He was a grown man; sure, he had a huge crush on you since high school and still do until today, but that doesn't mean he needs to act like a schoolboy over it.

Get it together, Curly. You're the captain, act like it!

He reaches the hallway and sees Jimmy standing right outside. The door to the utility room was open, and the sounds of Swansea's yelling ended up outside. "And Pony Express says they don't provide on-board entertainment." Jimmy chuckled, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Feels like there's always something broken in that room," remarked Curly, briefly glancing inside before looking back. "Tulpar's starting to show her age."

"Passed inspection, right? Shouldn't be an issue," claimed Jimmy.

"Mhm. Plus, they added Daisuke last minute. Didn't account that there'd be six of us now." Curly brings up a hand to run it through his blond locks. "I really should've made a bigger stink about that."

Curly enters the utility room and walks towards Swansea and Daisuke, the latter currently being trapped by the ship's oddly hard foam. "Well, I can see the issue," he says, trying not to crack a smile.

"The kid was brought on just to make me suffer!" Swansea chastised, his face contorted into a scowl and had his arms crossed. "Intern my ass..."

Daisuke frowned. "I was just trying to fix the vent! How did that trigger the emergency foam?!"

Swansea turned to glare at him. "Because yer talented in all the wrong ways!" The older man looks back at Curly. "I woulda dealt with this, but only you can unlock the axe case. Every goddamn thing has to go through you."

Curly nodded. "I'll handle it. Hang in there, Daisuke," he reassured before turning around and walking towards the axe case. He finds his code scanner latched onto his belt and revealed the secret code. Curly proceeds to enter the exact numbers, successfully opening the case and taking out the axe.

He went back to the struggling Daisuke with the axe in his hands. Curly was careful not to accidentally strike the young man as he cleared off the hard foam. After a few seconds, Daisuke could finally move his legs and was freed from the emergency foam.

"Yeowch! Oof. Strong stuff, huh?" Daisuke joked, exuding a small grin and trying to lighten the mood of his mistake.

But Swansea was not amused. "Get it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits! Fully fuckin' collapsed inside! You looking to get impaled, electrocuted, and cooked?!" He berated with a hint of exasperation.

Even though the senior member was displaying anger, he was worried. Curly can see it, but he knows Swansea would rather take a bullet to the head than to admit anything like that.

"You can't fit in there to fix it, right?" Daisuke suddenly said.

Cue awkward silence.

"So I can totally handle it-"

"Captain." Swansea looks directly into Curly's eyes. "Give me the axe."

"Swansea, this could've damaged the pods. You can't let something like this happen again." Curly sighed, still holding onto the axe in his hands.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Loud and clear."

The blond captain smiled, nodding. "Keep the axe until all of this is clean, yeah?"

Curly turned and left the mechanic and intern to clean up the mess. As he walks, he gets stopped by Jimmy. He looked like he was watching the whole thing go down from the doorway.

"I take it Anya diagnosed you with being sane then?" asked Jimmy, looking gruff as always. Something's weighing him down, considering his rather unclean appearance.

"Just off center, but it's what keeps me on my toes." A playful grin appears on Curly's face. "I said I'd do yours. I want to hear all about those cartoon horses. Is that something you were born with or a recent develop-"

"Alright, alright. Shut up." Jimmy scoffs, his eyebrows furrowing. "Let's go to the cockpit." The man didn't wait for his friend to reply, as he's already storming down the hallway.

Curly rolls his eyes. "I gotta do something first; wait for me!" He yelled out. He turns his heel and jogs down the other way.

It didn't take long for him to find the small laundry room of the ship. Just as expected, you were in front of one of the washing machines, hands on your hips as you continuously kicked the poor machine. "Damn it. Piece of junk, work!" you grumbled out.

Curly clears his throat, leaning against the doorway. "Uh, hey," he was already cringing at himself at the tone he used.

You turn your head. The already tired expression you had seemingly hardened at the sight of Curly. "It's you," you said plainly. "What is it?"

Curly presses his lips together, forming a thin line. He notices the coldness in your voice right away. "I... I just wanted to talk. Y'know, since it's been some time."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, and look back down at the broken washing machine. "There's nothing to talk about."

Curly frowned, pulling himself away from the doorway. He takes one cautious step inside before taking a few more and ending up just a few meters away from you. "Look, he's a good guy—"

"Like hell he is. This isn't high school anymore, Curly. There's no detention or juvenile center to lock him up in," you finally face Curly, your expression serious. "Jimmy is a dangerous man. You of all people should know that. He can hurt us, and I won't be surprised if he does."

Curly flinches slightly at the blunt words directed towards his best friend. As much as he would like those words to be nothing more than false claims, he knew deep down that all of it was true.

"He's your friend too, Y/N. Have a little faith, he's getting better." Curly pressed on, giving you a wavering smile. "Jimmy promised to change for your sake, after all. You know he never breaks his promises."

"You don't know just how many he had broken in the past." You just shake your head. "Actions speak louder than words. I'll believe he's getting better when I see the progress. But I swear, if he's the reason we end up dead before we reach our destination, I won't forgive you."

Curly knew that there wasn't anything he could say to lower your guard down, even by just a little bit. So he nods his head in understanding. "...Okay, I'll get going now."

He turns, but before he leaves, he turns his head to look back at you. "Oh, and one last thing. Please... take care of yourself. Wouldn't want you passing out by overworking yourself with the ship's mess."

You blink, a little surprised, but quickly regain your stoic facade back. "...Fine."

With that said, Curly left. You turn back to the washing machine and groan when it still isn't working. "Damn it."

🫧

Some time later.

"For the last time, I'm not wearing that stupid party hat."

"C'moonnnn, Y/N. You gotta wear one, birthday rules and stuff!" Daisuke continues, practically shoving the colorful cardboard cone in your face. "It's the Captain's special day, and we gotta make it count!"

You grumbled a string of foreign profanities under your breath, glaring at the younger male. He was so smiling that it makes you physically recoil back. You tried to refuse once more, already turning your back to continue your job when Daisuke suddenly lunged at you.

Your back hits the floor, and you let out a groan. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry, Y/N, but this is the only way I can think of to get you to wear it!" claimed Daisuke. He had a determined look on his face as he forcibly put on the birthday hat on your head.

Anya and Swansea, who were both watching from the sides, couldn't help but smile at the sight. They found it quite amusing in their own way, and it was actually really nice to see you with anything but a scowl.

The cone was now securely on top of your head, Daisuke making sure to tie the knot extra tight so you wouldn't take it off when he pulls away. "There! Now you look a lot friendlier. I'm sure Captain will be swooning and having hearts in his eyes when he takes a look at you!" he joked, but you didn't laugh.

"Shut it! He doesn't like me that way," you scoffed, pushing him off lightly and standing up. You give a sharp glance towards the other two. "Why the hell are you two looking at me like that?"

"Hm? Nothin', nothin'," Swansea says, but even he couldn't suppress a slight chuckle.

"You look very... cute in that hat." Anya smiles, her gaze filled with both amusement and something else that you can't make out of.

"No? No, I don't. Shut up."

Anya finds your reaction even more endearing. "Sure you aren't."

"Alright, ladies. Stop flirtin'. Captain'll be here any second now, and we're just standing around like idiots," stated Swansea, sounding gruff as ever.

"What're you all doing?" Another voice joined in.

You all turned around to see Jimmy, who had just entered from the other doorway.

"We're planning a surprise birthday party for the Captain!" Exclaimed Daisuke, already bringing up another party cone. "You should totally join too, Jimmy!"

"Yeah, no," Jimny rejected bluntly.

Daisuke and Swansea exchange glances, the latter nodding his head. That same mischievous smirk on Daisuke's face returned as he faced Jimmy once more.

Jimmy senses that something is up. "Hold on, what are you doing? Why are you coming near me?" But it was too late; the intern had already lunged at him.

"AGH!"

🫧

Shit.

Was all that Curly is thinking about right now. He was already imagining the faces of the rest. Shock, anger, and disbelief. Hell, even if only he gets paid at the end, it didn't feel right taking the money.

Sighing, he gets out of the captain's seat and exits the cockpit. His footsteps echo in the metal corridors, each step weighing heavier than the last. He crumpled up the letter from Pony Express, stuffing it into his pocket.

He traverses through the hallways until he finally reaches the door to the main lobby. With another, heavier sigh, he lets his presence known as the automatic doors open.

Only to be left surprised when party horns started blaring as soon as he entered.

"Surprise!"

"Suuurpriiiise! Look at your face!"

"Heheh. Gotcha!"

"...Cheers."

"Surprise."

Curly blinks owlishly, taken aback for a moment. "Uh. Wow." A fuzzy feeling forms from within his chest, and he can't help but crack a smile. "...What"s the, uh, occasion?" He asked.

"We only get one communal birthday party per trip, right?" stated Anya. "So we can have it whenever."

Jimmy sighs. "Only one person can really be surprise birthday-ed per trip. We did Swansea last haul, remember?"

Daisuke turned to Jimmy, shock written all over his face. "No way! I can't believe I missed that!"

But the man ignores him. "You were next on the list. So, congratulations," Jimmy continued. He brings up a hand to scratch his neck. "Hate to say it though, your duties have to extend to your own birthday party."

"You're the only one with the clearance to make the cake," chimed in Anya. "The recipe is there by the machine. Hop to it, Captain!"

With that, the group dispersed throughout the main lobby, all smiling and completely unaware of the devastating news that was kept in Curly's pocket. The Captain decides not to reveal it yet, wanting to enjoy the moment.

His eyes landed on you, and a smile crossed his face. "Hey," he greeted. "How'd you manage to get roped into this? I was genuinely thinking that you'd hide in your quarters until this celebration died down like last time."

You can't help but roll your eyes once more, not making any effort to hide your annoyance. "That's because we didn't have Daisuke last time. Trust me, I would've locked myself in my quarters if not for that damn ray of sunshine."

Curly chuckled at the accurate depiction of their new intern. "Yeah, kid's livelier than a puppy. Say, you wanna help me bake this cake?"

You think about the offer for a moment before shrugging and then nodding. "Sure."

With your acceptance, the both of you made your way towards the kitchen on the side. Curly uses his code scanner, and you two begin making the cake, with you standing by the food dispenser and Curly using the mixing thing.

From the sidelines, Jimmy watches you both. He could feel the smallest bit of envy from inside him. He was already in a bad mood earlier, and getting dragged into this birthday surprise was the last thing he wanted to do. But now seeing you with Curly and actually looking like you were enjoying yourself a little, it made his blood boil.

After awhile, the group settles down on the table in the middle of the room. A small and simple tune of the happy birthday song plays after the final cake is made.

Curly brings it over to the table and sets it down before you and him take your spots.

Everyone now looks at Curly, with Daisuke being the first one to speak. "You gotta make a speech!"

"Can't argue with that," said Jimmy, who conceals his displeasure well.

"Speech! Speech! Speech!" Chanted Daisuke.

"Go on!" Added Anya, joining in.

Curly hesitated, his smile faltering. "I..."

Jimmy narrows his eyes. "...Hey. What's wrong?"

You also begin to notice something with Curly. "You got that look that tells me something's up. What is it?"

The blond man took a deep breath and began revealing the news to all of you.

...

...

...

"That's all it said on the report from management," Curly concluded, pressing his lips together and forming a thin line. He can already feel the atmosphere change significantly after the revelation.

Pony Express was going under, and no one would get paid except for him. "We will receive the paycheck for this delivery. I don't know any more than that."

"Pony Express finally kicking the bucket, huh." Swansea's words were laced with unfiltered disdain. "What a joke. And we're the punchline."

Anya's mood had changed drastically, panic and worry consuming her eyes. "I don't have any savings," she says. "T-They can't just do this, right...?"

Swansea turns his head towards her. "Pony Express was one of the last manned crew freighter companies. The writing's been on the wall for a long time."

"When did they tell you?" Jimmy asked, his voice cutting through the air.

"Earlier this week," Curly says. "I was instructed to wait until we're closer to the haul destination," he felt the guilt starting to consume him, even though he couldn't control any of this. "But I can't keep something like this from you all."

You clicked your tongue, your hand going up to massage your temple. "You're too damn nice for your own good, Curly. It's hard to tell if you're really Captain or not when you do shit like this."

But before Curly could even respond, Jimmy spoke first. His voice held the same amount of disappointment as yours, tinged with a hint of anger. "So I guess you got what you wanted. Without the guilt."

"Jim..." A heavy sigh escapes from the captain's mouth. "If I had known..."

But the man doesn't let him continue. "I can go back to my, how'd you put it? Struggle of a life?"

"Anya never got into medical school because she's... well, let's be real. And how many employment years Swansea got left in him? Daisuke will be fine; mommy and daddy have him covered. So there's that at least. But you."

Jimmy scoffed. "Headed for bigger and better, right?"

"I'm just... I'm just working on my life being a place I don't have to fucking escape!" Curly snapped. "That's what I was trying to tell you, nothing mor-"

Jimmy slams his hand on the table and yells, "We're the ones you're trying to escape!"

"Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean," he continued.

"That's not what I meant," replied Curly.

"It is what you meant," Jimmy sneered. "You just couldn't frame it to yourself in a way that kept you as a hero. Abandon the crew but remain the model captain."

Regrettably, Curly didn't have anything to say. He was conflicted.

"Unbelievable." Huffed Swansea.

Anya buries her face in the palm of her hands. "What... what am I supposed to do?"

Daisuke held his tongue, remaining silent. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but it was clear that this wasn't turning into a happy occasion.

You glared at Curly, who in turn flinched upon immediately noticing it. "I don't even know what to say."

Jimmy leaned back against his seat, crossing his arms. "Let's have some fucking cake, hmm? Props to the twilight crew of Tulpar. Props to our Captain and his new prospects." The words were mocking and venomous.

Curly didn't say any more, his hands moving almost robotically as he reached for the knife. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, making his skin crawl. Slowly, the blade reaches the cream and moves down.

The cake cutting was odd. Instead of making pieces, he cuts it in half. Literally. The awkward silence suffocated everyone.

Happy Birthday, Captain.