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🍬 ❤ 9 DAYS OF TRICKS CHALLENGE ❤ 🍭

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Nanamin hitting Gojo. Friendly competition.

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🎃 ❤ 9 DAYS OF TRICKS CHALLENGE ❤ 🎃

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YOU SLEEP IN THE GUEST BEDROOM AFTER AN ARGUMENT — JUJUTSU KAISEN

ღ warnings — the aftermath of an argument but it’s all fluff, gojo being gojo >.<

ღ note — a lil bit of comfort for you guys with my favourite babies <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

you groan when you feel yourself being shaken awake, squinting to allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room—only to be met with a very sleepy satoru looking back at you. his crystalline eyes are a little darker underneath than usual, his hair messier from the endless tossing and turning it feels like he’s done, but his palm is still warm when it rests against your cheek. “morning, how ‘bout you come back to bed, angel, yeah? sleeping so pretty without me, you’re breaking my heart here.” satoru murmurs, his voice raspy and low with sleep and you can’t help but nod at his request when you feel his thumb graze along your cheek soothingly. feeling his arms wrap around you as he gathers you in his arms and guides you back to your shared bed, pressing you tightly against his chest while leaving a few soft kisses against your temple. satoru’s still gentle when he places you down, but there’s a lazy grin on his lips when he’s climbing in next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his voice smooth as his lips move against the skin of your neck “i know you’re gonna say i’m annoying, but you put up with me so well, baby—and you’re kinda hot when you’re mad.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

itadori blinks at you from his place stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom, his pillow held tightly against his chest as he sniffles, tiptoeing over to your sleeping figure. there’s a wobbly smile on his lips as he gazes down at your peacefully sleeping expression, and he doesn’t hesitate to lift the blanket over you in favour of sliding in next to you. the sudden but familiar warmth causes you to shake wake when you feel his arms pull you against his chest. “yuuji?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes to look at your boyfriend and you watch him pout down at you. “i-i’m sorry, i love you so much.” yuuji breathes, his words a little broken as he exhales shakily, his cheeks still a little damp with tears—he hated arguing with you. but your touch alone soothes him when your hand rests against his broad chest, a comforting silence settling in the room before he speaks again, voice a little steadier this time “we’ll be okay right?” he asks and you soften before you reply “always.”

breakdancing cat meme but it’s itadori

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Lucifer 💙

Warnings: smut, minors dni

You can hear his muffled cursing outside your door and you glance at the foyer with a smile on your face.

"Motherfucker-"

You hear him grumble followed by a thud, probably one of his gauntlets. And then you hear him enter the code to your door. The security panel chirps and the door opens to Katsuki picking up his gauntlet from the floor.

You watch him as he proceeds to take his boots off, setting it alongside your shoes. With a sigh, he takes off his mask and sets it beside your keys on the side table. 

Without uttering a word or even a hello, he walks to you on the couch and flopped face down next to you, face buried in your shoulder. You let out a chuckle, his breath tickling your neck.

"I know I stink." He grumbles, voice muffled in your hair. "But just give a fuckin' second, alright?"

He does, like burnt plastic and smoke. He's sticky too. But you turned your head a little and brushed his hair away from his face to smile at him. "At this point, you have to start paying rent too." You tease.

"Yeah, sorry. Your place is just nearer." He smiles a little, shrugging. 

"Like I said," you lean closer, noses almost touching. "Pay my rent." 

He laughs as you push him away so you can get up. "Stay here. I'll run a bath for you." You murmur. Bakugo nods, looking at you appreciatively as you walk to the bedroom and to the bathroom. 

When you return to the living room, Bakugo has drifted asleep, his hulking figure dwarfing your couch. Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the giggle that bubbles out of you when he suddenly starts snoring. 

You proceed to heat up dinner and brew him some tea. After that, you checked on the bath and saw that it's done so you closed the tap. 

Bakugo stirs when you gently touch his cheek and shoulder. You grin when he nuzzles your palm sleepily. "Come on, bath's ready." You murmur. You know he didn't need any help but you do, pulling him off the couch and grabbing his side. You smile as you feel him lean and give you some of his weight, allowing you to guide him to the bath. 

Once you reached the bathroom, you turned to him and grabbed the hem of his tank. His chest rumbles as he laughs. "What are you doing? I can undress myself, dumbass." 

You look up at him and wink, "I know. I just do it so much better."

toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

➵ NANAMI KENTO

summary: taking care of our favorite ex salaryman

tags: fluff, (reverse comfort?), sick nanamin

You’re ripped out of your sweet dreams when a loud crash sounds through the house, followed by a cursing Nanami.

“Kento?” you call out, voice still raspy as you slide out of bed, the loss of warmth eliciting light goosebumps all over your naked legs. “What’s going on?”

He’s standing in the middle of the bathroom, different kinds of small bottles and packages scattered all around his feet. It takes you a few seconds to realise that those are various medications which Nanami must have accidentally dropped. It takes you another few seconds to notice that he’s actually barely standing, all his balance depending on the sink on which he’s holding onto with one hand while the other is tangled in his bed hair.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask, noticing that the oh so composed man looks paler than usual as you step closer. “Not feelin’ good?”

“I’m fine. Sorry for waking-”

You gasp loudly as soon as your hand touches his back, the fabric of his cotton shirt drenched in sweat. And when your hand moves up to his forehead, Nanami’s eyes closing shortly at the touch of your cool skin, you conclude that he’s anything but fine.

“C’mere.” you gently tug on his wrist, letting him sit down on the edge of the bathtub. “Let’s get you out of that.” He looks so weak, barely holding his arms up as you peel the shirt off of him, a few dry coughs leaving his mouth in the progress. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you ask, the judgmental undertone in your voice reminding him of the old times when his mother would have scolded him for overworking himself and neglecting his health.

i'm so proud of how far he has come

wallpaper ver. on ko-fi

in another life, will we have a happy ending?

•Gojo and Utahime

(movie name: Howl's moving castle)

• Yuuji and Nobara

(movie name: Ponyo)

•Yuuji and Megumi

(movie name: Ponyo)

•Yuuta and Maki

(movie name: Princess Mononoke)

•Nanami

(movie name: The secret world of arrietty)

•Gojo and Geto

(movie name: Ponyo)

•Miwa and Mechamaru

(movie name: Spirited Away)

•Choso and Yuuji

(movie name: Grave of the fireflies)

•Momo

(movie name: Kiki's delivery service)

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This feels strange.

Lying naked in your bed with the King of Curses sleeping soundly beside you, an arm keeping you in place.

It is obviously awkward to have such bouts of intimacy from someone so ruthless and terrifying – someone who’s most coveted by curses and Jujutsu sorcerers alike.

“You’re thinking too loud. Stop it.”

The man beside you mumbles into the pillow, slowly turning around as he turns around and looks at you hard.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you truly are at your wits’ end, unable to tackle such situations with him.

It almost feels domestic.

And he’s anything but.

a chilly morning is never boring

gojo satoru, a boy you once knew and the man you know today, is an extremely interesting person. if anything, he’s the most interesting person you have ever met. never once faltering to entertain you every second you two are together. every morning is a new surprise because as much of an entertainer as he is for you, you are the fuel to his life.

a chilly sunday morning was unfamiliar, as you’ve always woken up in the warm arms of satoru. getting up from the mattress you look around the room to still see no gojo in sight. you frown at the cold feeling, thinking about how much you miss your love. just then you smile only from the warm feeling of seeing a note on the bed side table saying,

i’m in the kitchen baby :)

he knows you awfully too well. but you also know him awfully too well, and your heart drops at the one word. kitchen. you nearly banned gojo one time from the kitchen because even though he just wanted to warm up a goddamn hot pocket, he thought it’d be a good idea to use cursed energy to work the microwave. it was apparently to make it “work faster.” that ended in broken microwaves, an exploded hot pocket, and the smell of smoke.

speaking of which, there came the smell again. you rushed out of bed to look for gojo and hoped to the dear gods that he wasn’t going to burn your place down. “satoru?” you yelled from the hallway, putting on a sweater as you quickly ran.

“i-i’m here…” relieved to hear that he sounded probably alright, you look to see that your beloved kitchen wasn’t alright.

smoke was emitting from the pan and you rushed up to see what was even in it. there laid a burnt, almost fully black, sad pancake. it was then you realized there was a messy bowl of weirdly thick pancake batter on the side of the counter. looking up at gojo with a blank stare, he nervously laughed.

“hehe, good morning? i was trying to make you something special.” he pokes at the (at this point not even a) pancake with the spatula. you only sigh. “i’m sorry…” he says, looking extremely dejected.

although this man can’t cook for shit, he was still your love and what pulled your heart strings the most was the thought he put into it. you come closer to him and give him a hug from behind. snuggling your face into his back, your speech became muffled.

“you know i told you i don’t want you in the kitchen, right?” you feel him go stiff and spin around to face you. and although this man is considered a god to a lot of people, he still looks at you with the sweetest eyes and most childish pout. apparently he heard pancakes were your favorite. you helped him clean up the mess and started on something new.

-

“you know baby, you can’t always cook for me.” gojo frowned while stuffing his face with the delicious food you made. “well you can’t cook at all.” you deadpanned, and he became more dejected.

“you’re so mean. i just wanted to be useful to you because when we get married and have kids you’ll also be busy and we’ll have so many children that it’d be impossible to make so much food every morning and i don’t wanna hire maids they’ll be kinda-“ you got up from your seat to hug him from behind and rest your chin on his broad shoulders. you started to wonder how much is actually going on in that head of his.

“satoru… you don’t have to worry about that. of course you’re useful to me, you protect me every second of my life. at least let my cooking be one of the ways to pay you back.” you steal a kiss on his temple, and he leans into your touch.

“then you could at least teach me how to cook.” gojo looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes you’ve never been able to resist. of course you couldn’t help it and obliged to his request.

at this point you moved to sitting comfortably on his lap with the food being long forgotten. “i love you,” he whispers delicately into your ear. you feel a slight chill down your spine not from the weather, but from his sweet voice. “i love you way more.”

“you think this is a good time to propose?” you look up at him,

“not on a day where you nearly burnt down the kitchen again.”