How You Reward The JJK Men After They Won Their Game

quiet weekends with choso. neither of you have to deal with any missions, plus yuuji is safe with his teachers so choso is free from the responsibility of being an older brother for just a little while.

door locked, phones on silent; it's just you and him at his apartment. comfortable clothes, warm meals that you cook together, lots of laughter as you stand next to him over the sink and help out with dishes. plenty of cuddling, naps, and soft touches while watching movies on the living room couch. resting in the bath he prepared for you while he sits near the tub and talks to you about anything and everything. taking a break from telling your own stories to kiss him, because he's adorably staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he's so fucking in love with you.

wearing his hoodie to bed because even though you're sleeping next to him, it's not enough; you want to be fully consumed by his scent and everything else that makes him so wonderful. long conversations in the dimly-lit bedroom as it rains outside. him pulling you closer and whispering just how much you mean to him. sex so gentle, loving and so intimate that you nearly cry because it feels so good and he makes you feel so safe. falling asleep to the feeling of being so treasured, and waking up to him cuddling you. his hair is messy and he's barely awake, and he's softly kissing you and telling you to go back to sleep because he can tell you're still tired.

him watching you sleep, silently promising to you that in the future, you'll have more than weekends with him; you'll have forever with him.

After care with Gojo𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

Satoru drags his lips lazily onto your jawline his big strong hands still keeping your wrist pinned above your head. "you did so good for me.." he whispers, into your ear. His lips staring to lazily kiss the side of your neck. His cock still being inside of you as the mixture of both of your orgsams mixed together leaking out of you. Your legs still being pressed up against your chest.

He continues his lazy kisses, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. He leans up pulling your arms down back to your side gently, knowing they're probably numb and sore. He removes his hands from your wrist, before pulling out of you watching your mixture of bliss spill out of you. Making his dick twitch at the sight. But he knows far too well that if you went another round you'd probably pass out on him.

His hand gently comes up to your cheek gently tapping it, making your eyes peer up at him lazily getting out of your trance. He softly smiles down at you slowly putting your legs down your feet meeting the soft sheets, your legs shaking still as your feet hit the soft sheets. Whining brining your arm up to cover your face.

Satoru softly chuckles as he gently caresses your knee with the back side of his hand "c'mon pretty girl lets get you cleaned up," he says his voice comforting. As he scoops you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

-- A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit !! sorry for any spelling errors :3

A Love Unlike Any Other

There’s this theory going on that the Fourth Sister is supposed to marry the Destined One (?), and I got inspired to write smth about it (except she’s more of a girl’s girl here bc x reader ykyk).

“Do you like him?”

There was a slight regret that came from your stupid decision to find some fresh air, even if you were just literally standing right outside of the abandoned shack your monkey friend had searched for a night rest. But it was mostly confusion, because why would this yaoguai ask about your feelings for the Destined One?

Or maybe she was testing you so she’d have the justification to attack you? Quite a convoluted way, you must admit, but it just meant she was more strategic in her way. And, thus, more dangerous.

“Why are you asking me that?” you asked cautiously, frowning.

“Just answer it.”

You hesitated. Should you wake up the monkey? But you felt bad for disturbing his rest, and after everything he’d done today, he totally deserved it.

The woman sighed.

“It’s not a trap question, so there’s no need to be so wary. I’m simply curious about the matter.”

Again, you didn’t know why it concerned her. Could it be that she liked him somehow? A love at first sight? Still, you supposed there was no harm in taking the bait, if not to assert your innocence.

“No, we’re just friends.”

She narrowed her eyes skeptically. You were always curious about the black tear trails on her cheeks, or why she looked so different from her more colorful sisters, but you weren’t bold enough to ask.

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“And yet, that’s not what he thinks about you, is it?” she mumbled.

Your frown deepened.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“If you pay more attention to your surroundings, you’ll know what I mean, human.”

“I don’t understand. Why are you asking me all this? Do you… do you like him or something?”

The female yaoguai fell silent. Somewhere, the crickets chirped, worsening the tension between you two. You cowered against the wall beside the door, fearing that you’d offended her somehow. What if you’d just given her a reason to attack you?

Then, suddenly, she withdrew. Her gloomy appearance seemed to merge with the darkness in this spider-infested place.

“Try to keep your distance from him, for his love is unlike any other.”

“Wait!” you exclaimed, outstretching your hand despite trying to efface yourself just now. “Please don’t go!”

But she only ignored your calls and disappeared into the shadows. You stared at the place she once stood in a mixture of confusion and dread.

“[Name].”

You squeaked in surprise and whirled around, seeing the Destined One standing in the now opened door. He was frowning; a typical expression on him, but directed at you, it felt like he was suspecting you of something.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Nobody.” you replied quickly. “Let’s just… go inside, shall we?”

Unfortunately, he was unconvinced with your answer because he refused to budge at your desperate entry to the shack.

“Why are you outside in the first place? You already know it’s dangerous, especially at night-time.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just… wanted some fresh air.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yes.”

A pair of dark eyes beheld you, emphasized by light brown eyebrows. The yaoguai’s advice echoes in your mind – about you needing to be more aware of your surroundings – until it dawned on you that it wasn’t the first time he’d stared at you like this. Occasionally, you’d feel the prickly sensation of someone’s eyes on you. And when you did catch him in the act, you merely thought he was trying to search for an injury on you instead.

The realization only served to unsettle you as you gulped and looked down.

“Don’t do that again.”

You nodded frantically, unnerved by the particular sternness in his warning. In that moment, you felt like a child being scolded by her father.

Finally, the Destined One stepped aside, allowing you entry. You lied down and turned to face the wall after wrapping yourself in the thin, coarse blanket you’d found on a shelf. You could sense his steady gaze on you before he joined you on the floor. He slung an arm over your stomach and pulled you closer to him so your back was pressed against his furry chest.

Tight.

It was too tight.

He’d never done it before, hugging you like this. Except during those times when you were desperate for warmth, he still maintained the appropriate distance between you.

Until now, that is.

You squirmed in his hold, but he merely tightened it.

“Go to sleep.”

And sleep, you did, albeit fitful.

***

Ever since then, the Destined One had become more overbearing than ever. The physical distance that once existed between you suddenly receded as if it was never there in the first place. If his hand wasn’t holding yours, his tail would replace it. And both appendages were stubborn in their grip, even if your palm ended up sweaty. You were even more convinced that he’d overheard your conversation with that yaoguai, because this kind of thing wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

Of course, you’d tried to heed the yaoguai’s advice to maintain some distance, but he either ignored your plea or rejected you bluntly. It got the point where you were desperate for an escape. You knew it was a suicidal decision, considering the many dangers that lurked around, but it wasn’t as if staying with him was any better.

“Where are you going?”

“I… I want to pee.”

After all this journey, you were no longer embarrassed to tell him about your more personal needs. Although, in this case, your nerves made you sound a bit more hesitant than usual.

The Destined One narrowed his eyes, and you forced yourself to maintain the eye contact.

“Fine. Don’t take too long.”

You turned around and headed into the forest, trying to ignore his persistent stare on your back. Once the feeling had disappeared, you prepared to bolt.

Until, suddenly, a golden light enveloped you and froze you on the spot.

The leaves crunched softly under clawed feet as a certain someone approached your still figure. The Destined One stood in front of you, looking at you disapprovingly. He spread his arms wide and propped you when the spell finally broke.

“M-Monkey, I…!”

“Be quiet.”

You immediately stopped your pathetic stammering at his cold order. There was a tensed pause as he observed your anxious face.

“From now on, I’ll go wherever you go. Do you understand?”

You blanched.

And there goes what little freedom you had left.

“I said, do you understand?”

“Y-yes!” you squeaked. “Yes, of course…”

“Good. Now, let’s go.”

You could only bite your trembling lip to prevent the sobs from coming out as you let him dragged you back like a wayward child.

thinking about teenage satoru who is absolutely obsessed with you! °ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who writes you notes in class that always gets him scolded. Doodles of the two of you kissing, asking whether or not you'll go on a date with him, inviting you over to his dorm and begging insisting you help him study - anything and everything he could possibly say, he'll write it down and pass it to you at the most inconvenient times - it doesn't matter if you're taking a test - he will pass you a little sticky note telling you how pretty you look in that new skirt.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who leaves flowers outside your dorm room every morning. He hopes his luxurious taste might be the thing to win you over - but his attempts are fruitless when he sees you handing out the roses from the bouquet he'd given you to random students. Everyone seemed to be walking around with the a single red rose in their hands, having no idea Satoru had bought them specifically for you. Suguru would approach his best friend with pink cheeks from his encounter with you and sniff the flower in front of Gojo's face with the simple intention to piss him off - laughing when the white haired boy pouts and groans.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who has tried bribing his teachers to partner you with him for class assignments - unfortunately, he'd only get a swift smack to the head before being told to get out of the teacher's classroom. His head would be hanging as he left in defeat - but it would quickly lift when he'd see you propped against the hallway walls as you chatted with your friends - he'd send you a flirtatious wink that has you rolling your eyes - shaking your head with a soft laugh

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who tried origami for you - tossing the crumpled up balls of paper across his room angrily when he messes up his sixth heart - the ripped and torn edges of the pink paper have him groaning in frustration. It takes him hours to perfect the origami heart - but it was worth it. After all, you deserved nothing less than perfection in his eyes. And what exactly was he? Perfection. Perfect for you.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who always talks about you to Suguru. Geto knows just about everything about you now - thanks to his best friend who can't seem to shut up about the girl his entire world seemed to revolve around. You truly seemed like the only person to live up to whatever impossible standards Satoru must have - that's what Suguru concluded. Gojo didn't spare anyone he didn't deem worth his time a single glance - but he always seemed to have his eyes on you.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who's pumping his fist into the air during class, unable to contain his excitement when you actually circled the yes on his daily 'will you go out with me, pretty girl?' paper. He seems to go into cardiac arrest when you turn around and send him a wink - placing the slip of paper into the pocket of his shirt as he blinks in bewilderment - Suguru can barely muffle his laughter as Satoru stands up abruptly from his seat - knocking his chair over in the process as he quite literally squeals.

your honor he's so perf i can'ttttt. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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Your life was supposed to be perfect right now. You just gave birth to your beautiful baby—a moment that should have been magical, joyous, and filled with happy tears.

Instead, you were losing your mind.

Because the baby in your arms… did not have black hair. Not even a single dark strand.

No.

Because the baby—the tiny, fresh-out-the-womb infant that you had just spent hours screaming into existence—was blonde.

Blonde.

BLONDE.

And he looked exactly like Jason.

Now, for most normal people, this wouldn’t be an issue. In fact, it would be a cute, happy moment—"Oh wow, he looks just like his dad!"—but you? No. You were spiraling. Because Jason had black hair. Jet black. Dark as the night. Dark as his soul (romantically speaking).

And your baby?

Your baby had a tuft of blonde hair that made him look like a tiny cherub sent straight from heaven.

Which made no damn sense.

You hadn’t cheated. Hell, you barely even looked at other men since getting together with Jason because—let’s be honest—your man was already borderline psychotic when it came to his jealousy.

So, if you had cheated (which, again, you HADN’T), you would already be dead. There would be no hospital room. No baby. Just a Jason-shaped shadow standing over your shallow grave.

But that didn’t change the fact that you were staring at your son, this tiny, beautiful baby with blonde hair.

Which would be fine. If Jason had fucking blonde hair.

But he didn’t. He had black hair.

You were a hundred percent sure of that. You had run your fingers through that thick, inky hair so many times. You had tugged it when he pissed you off. You had yanked it when—

That didn’t matter right now.

Because either you had just given birth to the wrong child, or—OR—

“Oh my God,” you choked, your voice cracking as you looked at the baby in your arms with sheer, bone-deep horror. “Jason’s going to think I cheated on him.”

The room went silent.

A nurse looked at you with wide eyes, hesitating mid-step. Alfred, ever the picture of composure, cleared his throat, carefully folding a tiny onesie. And Dick—because of course Dick was here—froze mid-bite of his celebratory snack, a hospital pudding cup, before slowly turning to you.

“Uh… what?”

“I didn’t cheat on him,” you gasped, convulsing in hormonal sobs as you clutched the tiny baby closer to your chest. “I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”

“I mean, obviously,” Tim mumbled, looking more alarmed at your emotional breakdown than at the situation itself.

But you weren’t listening. You were spiraling, your voice getting more frantic.

“Oh my God. What if they gave me the wrong baby?” you whispered, eyes darting wildly around the hospital room. “What if some poor woman out there has my real baby? And I have hers?”

“Miss, please,” Alfred sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Damian, perched in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, made a disgusted sound. “That’s your child, idiot. It looks just like Todd.”

“NO, HE DOESN’T!” you wailed. “JASON HAS BLACK HAIR!”

Damian just scoffed. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I—WHAT?!” you shrieked.

Dick sighed dramatically, putting his hands on his hips. “I can’t believe we have to do this right now. Jason’s gonna lose his mind.”

That set you off even worse. Jason’s gonna lose his mind?! Oh God, oh God, he was going to think you cheated. He was going to leave. He was going to storm in here, take one look at the baby, and—

You sobbed harder. Ugly cried harder.

Bruce actually looked like he was reconsidering every decision that led him to this moment.

“Uh, wow,” Tim muttered.

“I didn’t cheat,” you repeated, voice breaking. “I mean—how would I even have the time?! Jason’s always around! He’d kill anyone who looked at me for too long! It doesn’t make sense!”

“Why are you trying to convince us?” Damian scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be telling Todd?”

Your stomach dropped.

Jason.

Jason wasn’t here.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

“I—I love him so much,” you sobbed, clutching your little (wrong?!) baby. “I—oh my God—what if he leaves me?! What if he thinks I—Oh God, he’s gonna think I cheated, and I didn’t, I swear—”

“Jason’s going to break the door down when he gets here,” Tim muttered, rubbing his temples.

“No, he won’t,” Bruce grumbled.

CRASH.

Jason absolutely broke the door down.

It slammed against the wall so hard that even your baby, who had been peacefully asleep through your meltdown, flinched.

"Fucking Gotham traffic, I swear to—"

He froze.

You were crying.

Sobbing.

Hysterical.

His brain ran a million miles per hour. Did something happen? Did you change your mind about the name? Did one of the nurses insult you? Did he leave the oven on? Did someone die?

His eyes darted to the baby in your arms.

Tiny. Swaddled. Breathing.

Okay. Not dead.

So why the fuck were you crying like this was a damn crime scene?

"Uh," Jason started. "Baby? What’s wrong?"

You let out another broken sob, clutching the baby to your chest.

Jason panicked.

You started crying so hard you couldn’t even get words out. Just absolute, gut-wrenching sobs while Jason rushed to your bedside, grabbing your face.

“Baby, baby, what’s wrong?!” he panicked, his voice an octave higher. “Did they hurt you?! Are you in pain?! Do I have to kill someone?! Is it Bruce?! I bet it’s Bruce.”

Bruce exhaled through his nose, deeply unimpressed.

It's just made you cry harder.

"Oh, God—what happened?! Are you okay?! Is the baby okay—"

"Jason, I SWEAR I didn’t cheat on you!" you blurted out.

Jason blinked.

Everyone collectively flinched.

"…What?" Jason said, voice flat.

"I didn’t cheat! I would never cheat! I love you, and you were my first, and I would never, I would never, I—"

"Baby," Jason said slowly, trying to wrap his head around this absolute fever dream. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You let out another shaky breath, eyes darting around the room in pure panic. "T-the baby, Jason. Look at him."

Jason frowned, stepping closer. He looked at the baby. Looked at you. Looked at the baby again.

"…Yeah?" he said, confused.

"He has blonde hair!"

Jason blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then turned to the rest of the family like they had the answers.

Dick rubbed his temples. "Jay."

Jason turned back to you, lips parting like he was about to say something, then stopping. Then opening again. Then stopping.

“I swear I didn’t!” Your sobs renewed, your shoulders shaking as you held up the tiny, peacefully sleeping baby. “But look at him! He has blonde hair! He looks exactly like you! But you have black hair! I think I got the wrong baby, or I cheated on you in my sleep, or maybe you’re going to leave me—”

Jason stared.

Then he turned, slowly, toward the rest of the room. “…Did you guys let her spiral like this on purpose?”

“Yes,” Damian said, unbothered.

“Absolutely,” Dick grinned.

Jason inhaled deeply.

Then, to your absolute shock, he let out a long, tired sigh—before shoving a hand through his hair and grumbling, “I fucking forgot you didn’t know.”

You hiccupped again. “Wh—what?”

Jason gave you a flat look. “Babe. My hair. I’ve been dyeing it black since I was a kid.”

Your breath caught. “Huh?”

“Because of him,” Jason added, jerking his thumb toward Dick, who just wiggled his fingers in a smug little wave.

Silence.

More silence.

The world stopped.

The Earth stopped spinning.

Your breath hitched. "You…"

Jason nodded.

"You… had blonde hair?"

Jason nodded again.

You sniffled. Sniffled again. Processed this information.

Then immediately let out a loud, gut-wrenching, ugly sob and buried your face in your hands.

Jason Todd. Your husband. Your big, scary, six-foot-four, muscle-bound, leather-wearing husband. The man who used to be the meanest street kid in Crime Alley. The man who could disassemble a gun with his eyes closed and had murdered actual people.

Had spent his entire life dyeing his hair because he wanted to look like Dick Grayson.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, eyes wide.

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “Babe—”

“Oh my God.”

“Listen, it’s not—”

“You mean to tell me I’ve been married to you this whole time thinking you had black hair, but you’re actually some kind of undercover blonde?!”

“Strawberry blonde,” Tim corrected.

Jason shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

You gasped, gripping his jacket like you might collapse. “You mean to tell me this baby is actually yours?”

Jason exhaled. Then he stepped forward, resting a warm, solid hand against your cheek before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, babe,” he muttered, lips brushing your skin. “He’s mine.”

"Oh my God," you wailed. "I’m so stupid."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—" Jason sat on the bed, grabbing you. "You’re not stupid. You just had a baby. And hormones. And clearly, no one ever showed you my baby pictures."

"This whole time," you hiccupped, voice muffled, "I thought they swapped our baby, and I stole some random kid. I thought you were gonna leave me!"

Jason sighed, rubbing your back. "Sweetheart, I would never leave you. Especially not over our perfectly fine, baby."

Damian scoffed. "Tt. As if anyone else would willingly have a child with Todd."

Jason shot him a glare. "Not the time, demon."

Dick sighed, stepping forward and ruffling Jason’s hair. "Guess we should’ve mentioned that whole blonde thing earlier, huh?"

Jason glared. "You think?"

Stephanie shook her head. "I thought everyone knew. It's, like, a family fun fact at this point."

"I DIDN’T KNOW!" you shouted.

Jason pulled you into his arms, still rubbing soothing circles into your back. "It’s okay, babe. It’s okay. I promise."

You sniffled, eyes red and puffy. "So… he’s really yours?"

Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead. "He’s really mine."

You let out a weak whimper. "I wanna see your baby pictures."

Jason chuckled. "Alright, sweetheart. When we get home, I’ll show you all of them."

Tim crossed his arms. "I have them saved on my phone."

Jason turned his head. "Why the fuck do you have baby pictures of me on your phone?"

Tim shrugged. "For emergencies."

Jason squinted. "…What kind of emergencies?"

Tim smirked. "Like this one."

Jason pulled back, finally looking down at the baby in your arms.

And—oh.

The storm in his eyes vanished.

Replaced by something warm. Something deep. Something soft.

The big, scary Red Hood, suddenly looked—small.

Awe-struck.

Because there, curled in your arms, was a tiny, sleeping baby with blonde hair and soft little features that looked just like his.

Jason swallowed.

Then, hesitantly, he reached out, brushing his fingers over the baby’s little fist.

“…Holy shit,” he murmured.

Dick grinned. “You made a clone.”

Jason turned to you, eyes softening.

Then he kissed you—long, deep, and full of love.

“I love you,” he muttered, lips still against yours.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

love that trend of “your boyfriend takes away your ability to walk and then goes off and does whatever” and that’s toji

you’re face down in the sheets, covered in sweat and ecstasy with your legs still shaking and your head still in the clouds. you don’t even notice him leave the room and come back until he pats you on the leg.

“hey”

you hear and feel him, but you can’t bring your body to move or react yet.

“hey! hey baby, wake up.”

you lowly hum and he huffs, turning your head to face him and he sees your eyes blinking in an attempt to wake up.

he pats your cheek, getting rougher in each hit to get you to wake up.

“hey baby come on, i’m hungry and we don’t have shit here to eat.”

he finally pulls your head up and that’s when you’re able to fully open your eyes, blinking at him and then pouting.

“toji…tired…”

he laughs and pats your cheek again when your eyes try to blink closed again.

“nah come on, get up and i’ll treat you to some tacos.”

you smile at the promise of food and then whine.

“can’t move my legs, pick me up?”

he huffs again before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist for you.

“i spoil you way too much, baby”

“well, if someone didn’t fuck me hard enough to take away my ability to walk, you wouldn’t have to carry me now would you?”

he smirks before smacking your ass, making you whine again.

“well, if someone wasn’t actin like a fuckin brat, they wouldn’t have gotten what they deserved.”

I would offer my entire chocolate stash for a Viltrumite Mark ver of them bath blurb

I'll take it, chocolate and tiramisu is a diabolical pairing.

Thank you for rqing!! I added full mask mark because he's a cutie patootie♡ pt. 1 here !! Based off this

Includes: Viltrumite, Full Mask

♡ Threatening him with no more baths together if he doesn't bail out of a fight immediately pt. 2

Viltrum Invincible:

I don't need it. I don't need it... IIII NEEEEEED IIIIIIIT!!!!

At first, he's almost offended by the threat, you think he NEEDS to bathe with you every time? No, no he definitely doesn't need to feel your skin against his in the comfort of bubbles and warmth. Definitely not.

"Fine, be that way...! Bathe alone!" He grits out, but the frustration was clearly placed in the enemy he was facing. You can tell based on how he's starting to move more frantically.

Usually the silver-white uniform remains clean whenever he has to deal with unwelcome guests, but this time? He figured he could get messy at the mention of a bath.

And when he comes back, he's glaring at you like you took away his plate from him mid-meal. "I told you I could handle it." He stomps his way to you, blood squelching under pristine shoes and tugging you in a hug; he always did this after being apart for a while but this time felt... calculated.

Pulling away from you, you immediately complain about whatever grime got on your clothes, he doesn't seem annoyed

"It's just blood, it's fine." He picks you up while disregarding your complaints and tugs you closely, flying out and heading back to your place

Looking down at your filthy clothes makes him happy, you can see him try to fight off the smug grin. "We should bathe together to... 'save water', as you say." He recalled your many complaints about the water bill, he didn't understand fully but he's glad he could use it against you.

Full Mask Invincible:

One of the only variants who actually listen to you, but tries to bargain.

He almost chokes on his own spit the moment the words leave your lips, looking away from the opponent. "What?! Y-you can't just drop that on me now!! (Name)!" He's frantically trying to get you to respond. "I can do this, I swear! Just gimme 5 minutes—"

The complaints die down when you decide to double down and tell him to bail out at once. "But—" "NOW!" And he's flying back with his tail between his legs.

He's okay with putting his ego aside for you, so he didn't have a lot of trouble ditching the pest to come to you, ultimately getting swapped out.

You felt guilty, he tugs off the mask that swallowed his entire head, letting his hair breathe as he looked down shamefully. "... look- I'm really sorry, you know I'm not used to just... giving up." He looked guilty, like he's sad he upset you.

It's only when you kiss his cheek and reassure him that he finally relaxes. "I wasn't serious, I'll take as many baths with you as you want. I'm glad you backed out when you did."

He hugs you close and although his suit was clean, he'd always come home sweaty from all the physical work, and you always smelled so sweet it makes his mouth water.

"So... you don't mind if we go bathe together now?" He didn't hide how eager he was, restraining a smug smile that almost looked shy.

✦┊BEING THEIR FIANCE !

✦┊needed to post something. I've been staring at this Google doc for way too long

tags┊fluff. fluff fluff fluff

feat.┊satoru g., suguru g., kento n., choso k., toji f.

a/n┊enjoy ! reblogs and comments are more appreciated !

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Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Choso Kamo

Toji Fushiguro

⭑. taglist ; @drxgonspine, @dabis-favorite-slut, @jasminelee324

A silly ask and I'm kinda surprised no one has done this yet and I like your writing so I'm sending it to you but basically fem reader and toji on an episode on maury :3

WHO’S YOUR DADDY? — toji fushiguro

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

a/n: the way this has sat in the drafts for well over a year, loved writing this btw, thanks anon!

it’s no secret that toji has his doubts about whether megumi is his.

but you’re officially over going back and forth with him. especially when he still owes you child support that he refuses to pay until you show him valid proof that megumi is his son.

and what better way to give him that confirmation that he desires than on the messiest show on daytime television, in front of a live studio audience.

“for those who have joined us after the break, today we are joined by y/n, who claims that her ex boyfriend toji is pretending to act like he isn’t the father to their two year old son megumi so he doesn’t have to pay child support.”

the camera pans to you and toji sat a few feet away from each other. you can tell that he thinks this whole thing is a joke from the way he’s slouching in the chair and the constant sarcastic replies he gives maury each time he’s asked a simple question.

“maury how do i know she’s not tryna hustle me outta my hard earned money, huh?” he asks, seemingly thinking that he’s caught you in a tight spot. “besides have you seen the kid? his hair is spiky as fuck, nobody in my family has that hair type.”

the laugh that threatens to leave your lips is almost sickening, using hair as reason to not claim his child was absurd.

it was almost as wild as trying to accuse you of being a good-for-nothing money hungry vulture. which was rich coming from him. considering that your job was practically funding his lifestyle, aside from the large dose of cash he received from his 'work trips’ that cropped up once in a while.

the cash did nothing for you as he spent it as fast as he received it. rather than putting it towards megumi’s trust fund or college fund, he squandered it all on drinking and gambling, especially when it came to the races.

it turns out his charming looks and smiles do not work on the biggest gamble of all time: betting on damn race horses.

but in the rare instance he had some had some heart he contributed towards the bills and groceries. yet that still wasn’t enough.

“when was the last time you paid for megumi’s diapers or his formula or anything related to the apartment, hm?”

you retort, revelling at how all the fight and bravado he once held was slowly seeping out of him, as if he had all of his blood sucked out of him. the host looks expectantly at toji, awaiting a response.

the audience sets off in a chorus of ‘boos’ before toji even has a chance to respond to clear his name. he feels ambushed, the humiliation of admitting to be a terrible father on television creeping up on him.

but what did he expect? he always pushed too hard and now he’s paying the price as you unsurprisingly pushed back even harder.

and of course in the sea of 'boos', there’s a few cheers in the crowd from people who are more interested in getting into his pants instead of the main reason to why you were here in the first place.

“oh and maury if you think i’m lying, i’ve got invoices, bank statements and receipts spanning the last three months.” you add “i can tell you for a fact that this man doesn’t spend a dime on anything—he might as well put on a diaper and sleep in our son's crib.”

"and so what?" toji shrugs, ever so nonchalant. to the degree it pisses you off, he could at least try to act like he cares in front of the camera and the audience.

“i still make it up to you though, don’t i?” he replies, a teasing edge to his tone that has implications that you don’t want to unpack on national television, which was ironic since your business was already out there anyway.

the look on your face is almost murderous, and luckily maury manages to pick up on before this turns into a bloodbath. he quickly perks up as he holds up the manilla envelope that was going to make or break your day.

“In here we have the results of the paternity test, come back after the break!” he says clasping his hand together as you head to the commercial break. immediately you head backstage, grabbing megumi from the staff member who seemed smitten with him.

he latched onto you as you doted on him, before he waddled off to play with his firetrucks that you brought with you in your bag. “he’s getting so big.” a familiar voice says and you turn to see him in the doorway.

“megumi look! daddy’s come back with his tail between his legs because he knows he’s about to be publicly embarrassed on tv!” you say in a mocking voice, pointing out to where toji is standing and he toddles over, smacking his arm as he adorably glowers at his dad.

“bad daddy!” he says and you stop him before he gets out of control and starts to barrel toji with his kicking and slapping. you pull megumi onto your lap trying to calm him down whilst biting back a laugh.

“we don’t hit megumi, unless people deserve it like your daddy.” you tell him softly but you doubt he’s retained any of what you said anyway.

megumi is nestled into your lap, his focus back onto the firetruck that he’s playing with. for his age the kid is incredibly perceptive to the point where it spooks you out.

and if toji feels more like an idiot now, he doesn’t say so.

—

“and we’re back! for those who have just joined us, y/n claims that her ex boyfriend is denying that he’s the father of their child to avoid child support payments.”

the clips of the past half hour play back as you sit down, the manilla envelope in your eye level making your heart race slightly. deep down you knew that he was the father so why was the anticipation making you doubt that?

the crowds cheering and whooping comes to a close once maury grabs hold of the manilla envelope, he opens it, dragging out the grand reveal for dramatic purposes as the suspense builds in the room.

“when it comes to two year old megumi fushiguro, toji… you are the father!” he announces setting off the crowd in a series of cheers. you look over at toji and notice the red flush that covers his neck and ears, a sure tell sign of embarrassment and guilt.

“all i gotta say is that i fucking told you so, hell i didn’t even have to say anything you should’ve known!” you said to him, as he did nothing but take the well deserved lecture from you.

toji felt really fucking stupid, like really stupid but he didn’t want to add to your tirade already, he already wanted to melt of pure embarrassment under the hot studio lights. he really underestimated the lengths you’d go to prove him wrong.

“it’s time to start scrimping and saving, old man. food, clothes and diapers aint cheap. I’m sure your poor race horses will understand right?” you said teasingly, biting back a laugh as you clapped his shoulder.

toji let out an annoyed huff as the sound of your laughter ricocheted in his head, the high from your victory lap still present. he couldn’t be more of a fool if he tried. “haha very funny.” he said drily, despite his head burning, now he owed you and shiu money over his stupid antics.

he knew that as long as the internet and tv were still around, he was never going to live this day down, knowing you’d use this moment to embarrass him and deservedly so.

“i’ve been your host, maury! come back tomorrow where we have suguru and satoru. two former best friends and alleged lovers with satoru claiming that suguru’s affair with the kfc worker ruined their relationship!”

☆ "TOSS IT TO ME!"

☆ SYNOPSIS :: spotted: you and the the jjk men at a close friend's wedding. in said wedding, you have to participate in the bouquet toss game.

FEATURING : gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, megumi, yuji, inumaki, yuta

NOTE : this was lowkey a little cute to makeeee

CREDITS! :this work is owned by @k-aay on tumblr. please dont steal my work! (i do not proof read, sorry for any mistakes !!)