This is my second post, so I hope you like it! Reblogs are appreciated. Please don't repost my work anywhere else.

CW: nothing but angst. Maybe cheating? Cursing.

Part 2 is here part 3 is here

if i can't have you— gojo satoru

contents. fluff, clanhead!gojo, yandere tendencies, oblivious!reader, he’s a little sick in the head but reader's an enabler

notes. a little concept i thought of. not proofread sigh

Clanhead!Gojo, who you’ve known your entire life. Born into two of the oldest jujutsu clans, you were raised side by side. You were the only constant in a world that demanded everything from him before he even had the chance to ask.

Clanhead!Gojo, who swears that you’re like a little sister. Always an irritating and reckless thorn in his side, always throwing yourself into things without thinking. He says it like a joke, like a punchline, hoping the words will sound true if he repeats them enough.

But he knows it is not. Not with the way Clanhead!Gojo has practically been obsessed with you since his youth. Who has everyone falling at his feet. Who abuses his power in order to keep you by his side, no matter the cost.

Clanhead!Gojo who remembers many years ago how he had persuaded you, with that devil-may-care grin, that it would be a brilliant idea to practice your first kiss together. “Come on,” he’d said, “Wouldn’t it be better to do it with someone you trust?”

Clanhead!Gojo, who feels invincible when you finally kiss him for the first time, as if everything in his life had led to this moment. In that instant, he knows that there’s no way he’s ever letting you slip away.

But now Clanhead!Gojo is stuck listening when your aunts gather in hushed tones over tea, whispering about your latest courtships, your hopeful suitors, the potential match your clan is eyeing. He pretends not to care. He tells himself he doesn’t. That he's gotten over you. That he's gotten over a silly childhood infatuation. And yet his jaw tenses. His eyes narrow. His hand curls into a fist beneath the table where no one can see.

katsuki comes home, marches right up behind you in the kitchen, and tosses you over his shoulder.

"katsuki!" you shriek. you only barely let go of your steaming, freshly-poured cup of tea in time for it not to go flying as your world goes topsy turvy. "katsuki, what are you—?"

the man whose shoulder you find yourself so unceremoniously hoisted atop doesn't say anything, just carries you off in the direction of your bedroom and flops you down—in a surprisingly gentle way—into your bed.

his hair is still damp from his post-patrol shower, like he hadn't bothered to dry it before racing home. his cheeks are a bit pink. his eyes are narrowed in determination, but still loving.

"what is going on?" you breathe in bewilderment, sprawled out underneath your husband. there are butterflies in your stomach that you can't explain. there's an anticipation thrumming through you that you don't quite understand.

"i'm fuckin' sick of people being so damn nosy all the time," he says, his jaw clenching as he spits out the words.

hospital room

smau | part 1

incl: gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, toji

angst, established relationship, modern au. (taglist closed but you can follow first #)

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there’s someone else

summary: the jjk men don’t see a problem with being so close to someone else

incl: satoru, toji, sukuna

continuation of this post

pt.1 • pt.2

pt. 3 • pt.4

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: cursing, arguing, angst, cheating, sexual content, f! reader

a/n: this is the first time i’ve created anything in years lol, should i continue doing this?

the subtleties of being in love

⇢ pairing: spider-man!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader ⇢ contains: fluff, mild angst, best friends to lovers au, spider-man au, college au, debatable attempts at comedy, idiots to idiots in love, 5+1 things, profanity, mentions of violence but nothing graphic—please let me know if i’ve missed anything! ⇢ word count: 5.0k

Kuroo Tetsurou swears he isn’t trying to be stupid. 

It’s just that when he sees you, his mouth dries up, the words he want to say get stuck on the tip of his tongue and he can’t force them out no matter what, he feels his brain turn to mush and his legs turn to jelly, and—

You’re laughing. At him.

All because he swung face-first into a goddamn brick wall.

love me not! | previous<< briar >>next

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, coworker AU, angst and smut fluff, accidental pregnancy, nausea, messy relationship dynamics, secondhand embarrassment, handjob, oral (m! receiving)

"Is your food okay?"

You nodded, picking at the pasta on your plate with your fork, glancing up at Nanami to offer a reassuring smile.

It was probably your twentieth one tonight.

Suguru had left before you could even answer, passing you the gift bag with that typical practiced polite smile, something that didn't come close to reaching his eyes before he turned to go. But you caught the way his shoulder bumped into Nanami's as they passed each other in the hall - or was it the other way around?

You expected Nanami to be disappointed in you, anticipated question after question about Suguru - how he found out and if he was some new factor in this already complicated equation. But he never brought him up.

Just murmuring how pretty you looked and pressing a peck to your cheek, his only questions being how hungry you were, how you were feeling. Now this.

"It's great," You answered, tilting your head to the side before bringing the food to your lips for another bite. It was okay, but all the smells and maybe just the stress of the day was starting to wear on you, but your nausea was retuning, your stomach churning as you forced yourself to swallow.

Nanami would understand if you told him - would probably insist on taking you back home, pay the bill and hold your hand while he walked you back to the car or to your apartment door. But you didn't want to go.

How long had you waited for him to ask you on a date? Just to fucking leave halfway through the main course?

"Are you sure?" He eyes you, lips pressed together in a frown, probably reading some small tell of your face, the angle of your smile or the arch of your brow.

"Positive."

Except you were growing less and less certain by the time the check arrived and after he paid, forcing light laughs and stringing together sentences as Nanami's hand rested on your back, guiding you to the exit.

The car ride was bumpy, roads that weren't properly paved, each jostle making your stomach lurch more. You attempted to make conversation, asking about his plans tomorrow and mulling over coworker drama, laughing when he found a way to flip the talk back to you, offering little fun facts about what fruit the baby was the size of - a grapefruit, apparently.

"Seriously?" You laughed, glancing down at your stomach. It was hard to imagine your baby beyond that - past the grainy image on the ultrasounds, what he might actually come out looking like. You? Or Suguru?

You guessed even if he did look like his father - he'd come out cute.

"He should weigh just over a pound," Nanami informed you, and you were about to look over at him, but you just blinked, and his hand was on your thigh, firm fingers sinking into your skin to squeeze softly. Your breath got stuck in your throat, swallowing hard as his thumb started to rub reassuring half-circles.

"Doing some research, Kento?" You tried to tease, watching his hand slowly drift up higher on your thigh, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your dress.

You glanced back over at him, the chiseled edges of his side profile, the crisp lines of his suit, the picture of a man he knew what he wanted. How could that mean you?

"Perhaps," He hummed, one corner of his mouth curling up. "I'd like to be informed about our baby."

Your mouth went dry.

The baby wasn't his - and he was claiming it anyways. Part of you hadn't quite accepted it, hadn't fully believed he'd stick around if the baby came out with a full head of black hair and all of Suguru's features. But you could see it now, in the firm line of his mouth and the resolve in his eyes. He really wanted this, a baby with you.

So what happened when Suguru wanted it too?

"Yeah?" You heard yourself breathe out, struggling to suck air back in.

Nanami squeezed your thighs again, a silent reaffirmation.

You weren't sure why you did it - but your own hand reached over, sliding smoothly over his expensive slacks, your eyes drifting across his serious face and broad chest, down to the zipper your fingers were grazing against. You were quick to tug it down, biting down on your bottom lip while you waited on him to say something.

Nanami stiffened, his spine straightening as he sat up, but he didn't stop you. You pressed your palm over the thick bulge barely concealed by his dark pants, tracing over the full size of him before you finally slipped your fingers underneath the band of his boxers. It took a few seconds to pull him out, the cotton of his boxers and the confines of his pants stretched a tad too tight around his hard cock.

He started to murmur your name, his voice strained and soft, but you were mesmerized, wrapping your fingers around him. He was even thicker than you imagined, his tip swollen and pink and starting to leak right as you slowly stoked up, feeling the subtle throb, his veins pulsing underneath your warm palm.

"Kento," You purred his name back, some confidence finally creeping back in at the confirmation this was really all for you.

A soft grunt punctuated the silence, his grip on the steering wheel only getting stronger when you found a steady pace, not-quite-slow, but just enough that his breath was catching, the lump in his throat bobbing as he did his best to focus on the road.

Heat was starting to pool in your own stomach, hot and needy watching the beads of sweat form on his forehead, the way you could tell he was fighting to keep his composure.

You leaned over the center console, still keeping up the motion as you pressed your lips to his tip, offering a tiny kiss before wrapping your mouth around him.

Nanami groaned at the contact, and you would wager a guess his cum would probably taste better than the rest of your dinner had, a dessert you'd eagerly devour.

But you'd barely made it more than halfway down his throbbing length before he sighed like he was going to scold you for something.

"You shouldn't," He murmured, still kind, still sincere, but also unfortunately serious. The hand that'd been holding onto your thighs letting go to guide you off with a tug of your hair, pulling you off him with a lewd pop.

It hurt more than you'd ever care to confess.

The knots in your stomach pulled tight again at how quickly he lifted you up, your head spinning as you shrank back into your seat.

"Sorry," You said, swallowing the spit stuck in the back of your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum still lingering on your tongue as you wiped your lips. You sorta felt like crying, wondering if you were just an idiot who misread the situation, if maybe you just moved too fast for him.

But, seriously, he wanted to raise another man's kid with you - was giving him road head really too much?

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," You mumbled, half-humiliated as you shifted away from him.

"No, it's not like-"

The nausea you'd barely been holding back hit you in one hard wave, leaning your head on the glass of his window as you tried not to gag.

"Can you pull over?" You asked, scrunching your eyes shut like you could blink and be back home, burying your face in bed and trying to scrub yourself clean of the embarrassment. You couldn't see what face he was making, only imagining his concern. "Please?"

"Is something wro-"

You did gag then, and Nanami was quickly navigating the car into a safe place to pull over, turning into an empty parking lot and hitting the button to unlock all the doors.

It took you half a second to stumble out, slamming the door behind you and bending over to get sick onto the cracked pavement. Hot tears were brimming at your lashes now, your throat sore and aching for reasons other than what you'd been hoping for.

Nanami stepped out a minute or two later, stopping by your side to rub your back until you stopped heaving, your rough breathing and the hum of passing cars the only sounds puncturing the silence.

"Can you just take me home?"

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part.2

virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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for @miscellaneous-misty

rb to kiss karasu's mole

sunday morning

gojo's ending: one | prev<< | chapter index

pairings: fake fiance!Gojo x f!Reader

content: fluff, gojo is our favorite green flag!, silly gojo related shenanigans, Geto is here!, idiots in love, drinking n bad decisions, gojo is OBSESSED, tattoos, mutual pining, protective gojo

art by @aransmind

After well, everything, you couldn't help yourself from clinging to Gojo's side a little longer. Someplace quieter, where all the harsh edges of real life were softer, more muted. You'd just catch up with Yuki later, ending up at the meeting place Geto had suggested instead.

The bar was tiny, one of those cozy hole-in-the-wall sorta places. Just big enough for the booths lining the wall opposite the bar top and a few scratched-up wooden tables in the middle, a few drunk women giggling at one nearby, throwing glances over at your companions.

You didn't blame them.

Geto squinted, his large hands positioned naturally on the cue as he leaned over and lined up his next hit. Steady fingers curled around the tip of the wood, his grip relaxed, like he already knew the outcome. If it wasn't for Gojo, he wouldn't have missed a single shot yet.

"Can you hurry up?" Gojo whined, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest.

"Be quiet," You hushed your date, giggling as you half-heartedly squirmed under his hold. "Let Suguru focus. It's not like you're gonna win anyway."

He hadn't managed to knock a single striped ball into one of the pockets.

Geto only had three solids left.

Click.

Well, two now.

“You think I can't win?” He pouted.

“Mm, well . . .” You laughed, tilting your head to the side while he peppered your neck with delicate kisses. You never would've guessed what a lightweight he is, somehow drunker than you despite drinking even less.

“Suguru,” He drew the last syllable out, letting go of you to stroll over to his best friend. He clapped his hands on his shoulders the second he went to make the next shot, the two ball ricocheting off the corner and narrowly missing the hole. “You're making me look bad in front of my girl.”

“You do that on your own,” Geto scowled.

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falling snow

gojo's ending: ten | prev chapter<< | chapter index

relationships: Gojo x f!Reader, Geto x f!Reader (multiple endings)

content: smut and angst, emotional hurt, drinking, rebound sex, unprotected piv sex, breaking up (and trying to) move on, oral sex (m! + f! receiving), spanking, choking, rough sex, soft dom!Geto ig, back shots, multiple povs, gojo is crashing out, a man who YEARNS, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, confessions <3

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July

Your hand hovered over the door, wanting to knock but terrified he’d answer. Before you could lose your nerve, your knuckles rapped against the wood. You hadn’t seen him since you left him at the cafe. Hadn’t exchanged a single message or call or even an email.

He swung open the door.

You wished he had the decency at least to look a smidge heartbroken.

But no, he looked fantastic, like he always did. Dressed even nicer than usual, his hair freshly cut, his eyes bright. Until he realized it was you, at least. He immediately stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

You already heard all the mingling voices inside - he wasn’t just doing fine, he was having a fucking party.

Getting sucker-punched would’ve hurt less.

“I just came to get my stuff,” You said through gritted teeth. Arms folded across your chest tightly as you took a step back. You wanted as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“Oh,” Gojo said while you stared at the floor.

“I’ll wait out here,” Your voice was clipped. The metallic taste of blood lingered on your tongue from how hard your molars were clamped on the inside of your cheek.

“I’m kind of in the middle of-”

“You’re too busy to take thirty seconds to grab my stuff?” You had almost forgotten what an asshole he could be.

“No, it’s not that,” He sighed, and you were tempted to look over at him. But you held fast. “I just haven’t boxed all of it up.”

You sucked on your teeth, debating on just turning on your heels and leaving. This was the last time you were planning on ever seeing him. Had only dragged yourself here in the first place so you could get your favorite pair of underwear back from his drawer.

A better position had opened up at another office branch in a city a couple hours away and to your surprise, your manager had offered it to you last week. The pay bump was too nice to say no. Plus, it's not like you had anything other than your handful of friends tying you here anyway. They even offered to cover the cost of breaking your lease early and covering the moving expenses so you could find a new place. You weren't supposed to start until the end of next month, but you had no intention of crossing paths again with Satoru after this.

“Seriously?”

“I’m sorry.” Like he was capable of feeling an ounce of remorse. Like you hadn't heard it a hundred times before.

“I’ll leave then,” You didn’t know why you bothered announcing it. Already walking down the hall, barely able to control the rapid rise-and-fall of your chest, the ache eating you alive just from hearing his voice, being so close and so fucking far from him.

“Please wait,” He was right behind you, reaching out to graze against the fabric of your shirt -

“Stop,” You hissed, still refusing to look at him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Can we talk?” There was none of the bravado, the signature cockiness he hid behind in it.

Too little, too late.

“No.” Fuck, he could keep all your things. Toss them in the trash, give everything to whatever girl he tricked into loving him next. You didn’t want any of it anymore.

You kept going, head glued to the elevator down the hall because you couldn’t stand to turn around and risk seeing him hurt the same way you hurt.

“Please,” His voice cracked. You wanted to look. Wanted so badly to see his face. But you knew that the second you did, you would give in.

“Just don’t.”

falling snow

gojo's ending: nine | prev chapter<< | chapter index

relationships: Gojo x f!Reader, Geto x f!Reader (multiple endings)

content: fluff and angst, making out, relationships without labels, pining, messy relationships, gojo is TERRIBLE at feelings, no but really I mean that this time, hurt/comfort, drinking, guess who's back <3

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

March turned into April and then you blinked and suddenly it was May, which of course melted into June with the heat. And in all that time, you still didn’t know what the fuck you and Satoru were.

Not like that was surprising.

Friends with benefits, maybe? Although, he would probably phrase it as something romantic, claiming you were lovers or come up with something equally saccharinely sweet and sappy like that. He had no problems acting like a boyfriend at home, cooking you dinner and sleeping in your bed half the time when he was in town. Hell, on the occasions you would go out somewhere with him, he’d still be all over you, hands slipping under skirts or lingering long enough on your skin to be borderline inappropriate in public.

But he was gone a lot. Constantly preoccupied with work and business trips and taking phone calls in the middle of a meal and not returning until the food was cold and practically inedible. He’d still eat it all when he came back, even when you screwed your face up and asked him how he could stomach it. But then he’d smile and kiss you, and you would forget that he’d be gone again in a couple days.

You knew he was a busy man. But you’d gotten attached to him anyway.

“What’s your weekend look like?” You asked, picking listlessly at the food on your plate. It was kind of stupid to ask when you were already anticipating the disappointing answer.

“There’s a stupid work party I’m supposed to attend on Saturday,” Gojo replied, fighting a migraine and reclining back on your couch with a wet washcloth covering his eyes and forehead.

He’d just gotten back from another conference, gone for almost two weeks this time after it got dragged out when he had to take some meetings there on top of everything else he was responsible for. He showed up at your door midway through your dinner before he’d even gone back to his own apartment. You had to practically shove him in the shower to get the airport smell off of him. Even if he did ride in first-class and wore some ridiculously expensive cologne to mask it, it still hung on his clothes (which were now tumbling in the dryer). He was only wearing a pair of sweats from the drawer of his stuff that had been slowly accumulating over the past few months.

“Okay,” You muttered, glancing between him and the tv.

Saturday was only two days away.

You had only made your usual plans for Friday night with Yuji and your other friends. The topic of Gojo came up every so often, but they had seemed to soften up on it, mostly due to your insistence.

The novelty of having him here hadn’t worn off. It just left you wanting him here all the time instead of the small pieces he could hardly afford to give you.

“You wanna come?” He casually called out. He’d unfolded the washcloth, the entire thing covering his face now so his voice was muffled through the thin fabric. Technically, you had gone to one of his work events before. But that was when you were just pretending to date him and halfway hoping to hate-fuck him before the night was over. Going with him now would be, well, different. Real.

“Like, as your date?” You tentatively asked.

He hesitated. Or maybe he didn’t. You wished you could see his expression underneath the towel.

“Yeah,” He answered.

love me not! | previous<< yours, mine, his >>next

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, coworker AU, angst and fluff, accidental pregnancy, hidden baby trope(sorta), messy relationship dynamics, jealousy, drama

You were a busy woman.

9 am? Prenatal yoga. 10:30 am? An everything shower. Noon? What would no-doubt be an extraordinarily awkward lunch with your baby daddy. 2pm? Shopping for a new dress to wear tonight. 3 pm? Buying groceries and coming back home to do chores. Which would leave you just enough time to get dressed up for your date with Nanami.

Maybe it was a little presumptuous to be primping, shaving and scrubbing your skin until you were as perfect as you could get before a date when you had a baby bump that wasn't from him.

Your efforts were unfortunately working on the wrong man.

It didn't matter where you were looking, whether you were sipping your drink or ordering your food, Suguru's stare had been stuck to you since you showed up at the restaurant.

"I, um, made you a copy of the last ultrasound," You muttered, bending over to pick up your purse and dig it out from the pocket you'd put it in before you left. His fingers grazed against yours when you held it out for him to take, his touch lingering just a few seconds longer than necessary.

"Thanks," He spoke softer to you now than he ever had before, his voice low and serene. He took his time staring at the photos, dragging over the outline of the baby's nose, pressing the pads of his fingers against the tiny shapes of his son's hands. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat bobbing. Something flickered in his dark eyes, but you'd never really been good at reading him to begin with.

Couldn't even start to decipher what every gaze meant, how to piece together all his puzzling words and expressions.

You hadn't ever expected him to want this. Agreeing to meet with him again in a daze, shocked that he was even acknowledging the fact he knocked you up.

"You can keep it," You awkwardly added.

"I have something for you," He replied, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the photos to pull out his wallet and neatly fold them and tuck it inside.

"You've given me enough," You sarcastically mumbled as you glanced away at the other restaurant patrons, wishing your waitress would return with your food already so you had another reason not to speak with him.

His last gift to you was one you'd be dealing with for the rest of your life.

Instead of his usual snide or snippy remarks, he chuckled as he returned his wallet to his pocket and dug out something else.

And it must've been the brain fog, the exhaustion of taking care of yourself and growing someone else, or one of the million things on your plate, because it looked like he was holding a ring box.

"If you're about to do what I think you're about to do," Your throat closed up before you could finish, blanking as you just kept blinking at him.

"Look, I know I've been a dick, and I have a lot to work on, but I want you and this baby, and-"

You held up your hand to stop him before he could pop open the ring box.

"You don't even like me," You frowned. "You don't have to pretend to now."

Discomfort was pricking at your armpits, palms getting clammy as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"That's not true," He argued, jaw clenching before he had to remind himself to release it.

You wanted to roll your eyes. All that tied you to him was a drunken mistake. One he wouldn't have made sober. It wasn't like he'd be pulling out a ring any other way, or would've willingly walked back into your life on his own.

"It's fine. We're both adults, I'm sure we can work out a schedule and co-parent," You tried to sound firm, but there was a tremble you loathed to your voice. A weakness you couldn't count on him not to exploit.

He noticed it too, a strained expression flashing across his face before he went back to that same stoicism you despised.

"At least let me go to the rest of the appointments with you. I should be the one paying," He replied, his mouth pressed back in a tight line.

"Okay," You relented, nodding.

After all, there were worse things for him to ask of you. He put the ring box up right as the waitress walked over to the table, plates of food in hand.

But you'd barely made it two bites in before he spoke up again.

"Were you going to tell me?" Suguru bluntly asked.

"I don't know," You admitted, stirring your straw around in your drink and avoiding the sharpness there'd surely be in his stare. "I was thinking about it, but, um, I guess I just thought you'd tell me to get rid of him."

"You know I would never-"

"That's kinda the thing," You stopped him mid-sentence. "I don't know that. We don't really know each other."

He didn't have a quip or a snarky comeback. You kept eating, pretending you weren't hoping the floor would swallow you while and spit you out on the other side of the planet.

"Could you please let me get to know you?"

And really, you should've shut him down there. Should've stormed out and slammed the car door behind you.

It could've been the undercurrent of regret leaking through his voice, or perhaps the fact he said please for the first time in the years since you'd met him.

But you said yes.

Sure, you added all sorts of stipulations and rules, but it still meant that you'd left with him making plans to look for baby clothes together the following weekend and him scheduling an appointment at a private clinic to get another ultrasound so he could see the baby too after you properly exchanged all your information this time.

It felt a little absurd, actually, letting him put in his work and cell number into your phone, taking the time to type in his email and address, learning more about him in an hour and a half than in a couple years.

And when your phone vibrated in our purse as you scurried across your bedroom floor a few hours later, you had a feeling it was him. You didn't look though, didn't want to risk it ruining the mood as you slipped our heels on and checked the clock for the hundredth time for-

A sharp knock was at the door, despite the fact it was a quarter till seven.

"Shit," You mumbled, touching up your makeup in the mirror a final time before hurrying to answer it.

The dress clung a little shorter than you thought it would, riding up your thighs when you walked, cut low enough to push up your added cleavage from your swollen breasts. You hoped he'd like it enough to take it off afterwards.

You were still adjusting it when you swung the door open, fixing the way the fabric was pulled tight around the swell of your stomach. "I wasn't expecting you so-"

It wasn't Nanami.

"Hey," Suguru breathed, staring at you with a slack jaw, his pupils wide enough to blend into his dark irises. "Wow, you look fantastic."

You hated that he could make you blush at all.

Somehow even more self-conscious, you blinked hard, clearing your throat as you gripped the door knob hard.

"Is, um, there a reason you're here?" You asked, voice strained as you forced yourself to meet his eyes, only to find his eyes were elsewhere, slowly skimming over you like he'd get you pregnant again if he could.

He lifted up a shopping bag in his hand you hadn't noticed before, finally looking up to your face.

"I just saw this, and I thought of you so-"

The elevator down the hall dinged, not that he was paying attention, but you were. His voice fading into the background as you watched Nanami step out of it, then freeze the second he saw who was waiting outside your door.

Knuckles turning white as he gripped the flowers in his hand right as your baby daddy pushed the present in his own towards you.

Suguru finally picked up on the third party, or the fact that he was the third party here. Turning his head to see Nanami dressed up in a freshly-pressed suit and cleanly-parted hair before slowly looking back to you.

"You're going on a date?"

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BILLION DOLLAR MAN | a series.

SYNOPSIS: you get in trouble with the law for hate speech (totally bogus; like, hellooo, Freedom of the Press, anyone?), and, in a way to get you out of further repercussions, the president, himself—whom you went to college with—proposes a deal: be his fake wife. totally preposterous, but, then again . . . your news column could use a little more publicity, and you were in need of a [pseudo] sugar daddy.

ⓘ MDNI; enemies-lovers; smut (every chapter); fake marriage trope; each headline will be additionally tagged on their respective posts.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈 : MAN of the HOUR ▷ preview. you've slandered his name all across your blog's public column since you got your master's degree, but tonight's gala is the first time you're seeing him face-to-face since your college days—ladies and gentlemen: Sukuna Ryomen, or, better yet, Mr. President.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈 : MIMOSA MONDAYS ▷ preview. would ignoring your work and avoiding paying taxes still be as bad if it meant joining the Mile High Club . . . ? when Sukuna drags you along on a business trip, there's only one way to find out.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 : RED LIPS & RED BOTTOMS ▷ preview. to prevent any rumors, you two arrange going on a date—in public, where anyone could see. but, it's also so you two can finally get to know each other better, if that was even possible . . .

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕 : FIRST LADY ▷ preview. years have now passed since that fateful encounter at the gala, and Sukuna's first term as president has come to an end; could the same be said about your fake marriage, though?

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pairings: king!Sukuna x siren!Reader x jester!Gojo

content: MDNI, angst and smut and fluff, medieval fantasy AU, forbidden love, heavy pining, piv sex, very unbalanced power dynamics, messy relationships, love letters, fem reader, light choking, face fucking, oral (m! + f! receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, secret relationships, medieval court politics

Being the king's pet was not without its perks.

Your position was one of privilege and opulence.

Fine clothes and fancy jewels, like if he dressed you up enough you'd forget your necklace was a leash, the expensive dress draped over you another weight to hold you down and remind you of your place beneath him.

Captivity suited you better than some.

After all, it was something you once accepted with a smile, a trap you'd seen and walked into willingly. Your complaints were few and far between. Safety was better than certain death.

Even if freedom was fleeting, found only in the afternoons you hid away in the library or in a quiet corner of the courtyard between the dirt and the flowers. Most of your nights were reserved for the man most half the kingdom was convinced was a monster.

He didn't care for the company of most concubines. Not anymore.

Didn't indulge in their bodies or their longing glances, didn't bring them back to his bed despite their efforts. Turned his head when their candied lips tried to taste his mouth, peppered his marked and scarred skin with delicate kisses.

But still, it was them who surrounded him instead of you.

Their soft giggles that filled his ear and their manicured hands tracing over his muscled arms. Chirping and chattering as if they were unbothered by their gilded cage, perched by their owner and offering to share their treats with him. Most of them could fly away if they wanted - they had homes, families to return to, but they chose to stay too.

You felt more like a fish. It was fitting, in a funny sort of way. Watching through an invisible wall as the party carried on around you, returning the silent stares cast your way and studying the unfamiliar emotions you found there. Amusement. Jealousy. Pity.

Sukuna's court came with unspoken rules.

Not speaking to you was one of them.

You wouldn't be able to reply anyway. You still had your tongue, your teeth, all the pieces and parts that made you perfectly capable. But the consequences were what you couldn't risk.

Saved for Sukuna, only meant to be heard in the moans and whimpers he pulled out of you once the long parties were over.

Everyone already knew that though. Well, everyone except him.

A flash of white-hair tucked underneath the absurd hat, the flashy outfit and the dark blindfold pulled over his eyes, his voice ringing through and drowning out the surrounding conversations. Girls laughing at whatever left his lips while their companions choked on the roast meat of whatever tonight's slaughter was, utensils scraping loudly against plates and wine spilling on the table he kept bumping into.

A fool.

And your only friend.

You guessed it was easy to understand each other when you both only existed for others' entertainment.