Nanami

4:23 pm | the adventures of dad!gojo

content: 0.9k words, fem!reader, dad gojo, megumi is your son, silly crack fic

gojo satoru is a man with very little fears.

in actuality, people are afraid of him. a mere gaze from those cerulean blue eyes of his sends people running off to the opposite direction, so the adjective “intimidating” was quite the understatement to describe him. some might even say that he’s the strongest, so he possesses no fear at all.

despite that, gojo has one thing he’s deathly afraid of: you–his wife, when you’re angry.

“suguru, help me out here!” geto can physically feel his bestfriend’s panic through the phone. gojo explained the situation in a fast ramble–geto could barely understand what he was saying, but he thinks he got the gist of it: you went out to run some errands and entrusted gojo to take care of your two year old child, megumi, while you were out. gojo conjured up the genius idea of keeping megumi entertained by handing him a paper and markers–so that they could surprise you with megumi’s amazing artistic abilities once you came back home.

it had gone “so well”, gojo said earlier, picking up the paper and studying it. “i think this is a drawing of a cat? or a dog, i don’t really know.. still, it’s made by my son, and it’s the peak of art and i think everyone should see it!”

gojo was so busy trying to decipher what megumi had drawn that he didn’t realize that his son still had the markers in his hands. when he peers over to look at megumi again, he just about screamed.

“gumi- no- GUMI!” he shrieks, snatching the markers away from his son’s hold. megumi, not having a paper to draw on anymore, decided to use the wall as his canvas instead—sketching a poorly drawn house with a bright red marker. “you’re not supposed to draw on the wall! aw fuc-ahem, freak… your mom’s gonna kill me…”

“gosh suguru, some advice would help!” satoru’s never been so afraid in all his years of living. you’re coming home pretty soon, and he has no idea what to do. he’s already imagining the look on your face–and it’s pushing satoru to the brink of passing out. gojo satoru–the renowned sorcerer who’s fought the king of curses, been sealed away in a box and has had multiple near death experiences–all of these things have happened to him yet none can compare to the fear of facing his wife when she’s angry.

“hmm? what is it, nanako?” satoru can hear his bestfriend trying not to laugh over the phone. suguru knows an easy solution to his problem, but he thinks that leaving satoru in the dark is funnier. it’s rare to see the strongest sorcerer like this, so geto revels in it with pure amusement. “you’re hungry? okay… let’s see what i can make for you, yeah?”

“you heard her, satoru~ one of the twins are hungry. i’m afraid i have to go… good luck about the markers, yeah?” suguru hangs up before satoru could say a word. he curses under his breath, but feels his heart stop when he hears the door unlock.

you’re home.

“mama!” megumi yells, clapping his hands and slowly crawling over to the front door. you happily greet your son, placing the grocery bags on the table.

you walk over to your husband, kissing him on the cheek before noticing the piece of paper that he’s holding. “oh? what’s this?”

you grab the paper from his hands and satoru regains a little bit of his composure once he hears you coo at your son’s drawing. “thought it would be nice for me and megumi to surprise you while you were gone… it’s a drawing of a cat-”

“horsey!”

“...a horse. yup, that’s what i said!” he sheepishly ignores his son’s glare, mentally preparing himself to tell you about the wall.

“i love it! oh my gosh, megumi, aren’t you just a little artist?” you say, ruffling your son’s hair with a big smile. “this is definitely going on the fridge.”

“...there’s one small problem, though…” satoru refuses to meet your gaze.

“what did you do this time, satoru?”

“hey, it technically wasn’t me!” he says, this time being the one to shoot the glare at his son. “so hypothetically…what if i told you that gumi thought it would be a nicer idea to use the wall as a canvas instead of the paper?”

“...”

satoru perceives your silence as his death sentence. “look, i’m sorry! i was trying to figure out what he drew and i forgot that he still had the markers in his hands-”

“satoru-”

“and the next thing i know, he drew on the wall before i was able to take the markers from him-”

“toru-”

“and suguru wasn’t giving me advice either, but then-”

“satoru!” your final yell finally breaks him from his ramble. he’s surprised to see that no, you don’t have a look of murder on your face. in fact, you’re actually smiling—looking more amused than anything.

“satoru, they’re washable markers.” you take a baby wipe from your purse and walk over to the wall, wiping away the bright red marker strokes easily with a few swipes. you’re trying not to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “did you not know that?”

now he’s the one stunned into silence. “...”

“no, no… i definitely knew that…!”

“yeah, sure you did.”

being a father is so difficult.

the getaway driver & his gunman | theyre the duo you probably didnt want to run into on the road at night 🏍💨

Looking at his kids and especially his favourite

the way he looks at them ……

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃! 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Join Satoru & Y/N on their journey through parenthood as they navigate through a curse-filled world with their biological children and their adopted sons, Megumi & Yuji.

It is recommended that you read the fics in the correct order as listed below. Some parts can be read as a stand-alone fic.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈) — ♛

➙ PHONE CALLS || gojo chats with you and your daughter while in the middle of a meeting.

➙ “WHAT? YOU’RE MARRIED? AND YOU’RE A DAD?” || yuji discovers that gojo has a family.

➙ “YOU WANT TO ADOPT ME?” || you & gojo adopt yuji & megumi.

➙ “LET’S HAVE ANOTHER BABY.” — ♛ || after adopting yuji & megumi, you & satoru decide to have another baby.

➙ FIRST FIGHT || the children overhear you & satoru arguing. megumi & itadori try to distract their little sister from it.

➙ MOTHER’S DAY || your family shows you how much they appreciate you.

➙ MY SON || megumi’s depressed and lives in fear that you and gojo will regret adopting him someday soon. you show him just how wrong he is.

➙ VACATION || the entire family goes on a much needed trip, but maya can see curses now. (coming soon)

➙ “YOU’RE PREGNANT?” || you’re getting ready to have a baby. (coming soon)

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀:

These are fics that are a part of this au series but aren’t necessarily “canon” and/or don’t happen within the current timeline of the au series. You can think of these fics as filler, to be honest!

➙ SUKUNA || sukuna decides to come out.

➙ MOTHER, HOUSEWIFE, & SORCERER || the shibuya incident has endangered your entire family. it’s time for you to do something about it. (coming soon)

➙ ALL GROWN UP || your children are all grown up and have had kids of their own. you & satoru are grandparents. (coming soon)

everyone always asks “what’s your book about?” but they never ask “how’s your mental health after rewriting the same chapter 12 times?”

let me be yours

— tutor!nerdjo x english major!reader

need homework help? call 1-800-BOOKMYNERDYASS or visit sexynerdhelp.com/tutors.

tutor!nerdjo who unknowingly sits in your unassigned assigned seat, too engrossed taking notes on his iPad from the professor’s spiel to notice the way you’re side-eyeing the fuck outta the side of his head.

tutor!nerdjo who trips over his two left feet trying to beeline for the front of the class, trembling like a leaf once he stands up there.

tutor!nerdjo who stops shaking as much when he finds your familiar face among the crowd of bored, uninterested students.

tutor!nerdjo who feels better now looking at you while he talks, wondering if you would remember him from high school if he came up to you.

tutor!nerdjo who notices how bright and homely your eyes are under the ugly florescent lights despite you staring beyond him.

tutor!nerdjo who cuts his speech short feeling little toru wanting to present himself and shuffles back to his seat.

tutor!nerdjo who packs everything but his iPad to cover his indecency as he stands to leave.

tutor!nerdjo who delays his exit when he notices the harassment lawsuit unfolding before him: a muscular football player trapping you between his arms and the wall. he refuses to let it go on any longer.

tutor!nerdjo who avoids a confrontation by making up a small but believable lie about the professor needing to speak with the guy bugging you.

tutor!nerdjo who exhales the breath he was holding when the guy takes the bait.

tutor!nerdjo who watches you walk up to him and blushes when you thank him with a small smile.

“y-yeah, no worries! he looked like he was bothering you.”

tutor!nerdjo who darts his gaze everywhere so that he doesn’t pop a boner in front of you; he’s failing miserably at both as you two converse.

tutor!nerdjo who, instead of ending the conversation like a normal human being, continues to yap about his tutoring services and asks you if you need any help with writing to come to him.

tutor!nerdjo whose face drops a little when you say you don’t need help but brightens a tad when your teeth show through your grin as you tell him you’ll ask if you ever do.

tutor!nerdjo who floats to the library for his shift, hearts decorating his eyes and sparkles orbiting him like a lovesick puppy as his coworker Shoko so delicately describes, to which satoru refutes weakly.

tutor!nerdjo who bounces his leg and bites his nails, fighting the urge to end the session he was in and sneak off to the break room for his own little season, if you catch his drift.

tutor!nerdjo whose daydreams about you sitting in his lap while you type up a masterpiece of literature for your class, him and you editing it together as you move your hips back and forth while your warmth wrapped around his twitching, throbbing—

“hey! did you hear me? fix this paper for me!”

tutor!nerdjo who sighs internally as he pushes his perverted thoughts aside to tutor someone that’s rude and disrespectful—unlike you, a sweet, smart, considerate soul with the sweetness to rival an entire field of fresh strawberries.

tutor!nerdjo who runs into you at the line of the cafe he frequents after work. he boldly invites to sit with him, which you politely but curtly decline because you don’t plan on staying.

tutor!nerdjo who wants to tear his throat out and chuck it out the window for fixing his mouth to suggest something so ridiculous but refrains from such violent measures and says he understands your decision.

tutor!nerdjo who’s ready to go into hiding for embarrassing himself when he’s caught off guard by you plucking his phone off the table, using his (starstruck) face to unlock it, and typing something in it.

tutor!nerdjo who just stares at you, feeling you take his hand and place his phone in it. he then looks down at the screen and sees what he presumed before: your number in his contacts and your name with a brown heart beside it.

“for the next time when you wanna tutor me and grab a coffee.”

a/n: so i wanna write an oc into this cuz that was the original plan, but if y’all want this as an x reader oneshot, i might entertain that idea.

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours

chuuya nakahara x reader

more chuuya boyfriend thoughts, i love him. for the yail series, and something chuuya lovers can munch on while i work on the rockstar chuuya series

inspired by paris

chuuya nakahara, who many people think they know. a soulless, port mafia executive, a force to be reckoned with, a monster. who, with all his connections, hears many things about many different people: meeting, kissing, dying, everything between birth, rebirth, and death. who, suddenly, is too busy with you. did he see the photos? no, but thanks, though.

chuuya nakahara, who is so in love he might stop breathing. who is truly a romantic lover- roses, cards, gifts, absolutely spoiling you. who does have exes, and who knows people know- but who doesn't have it in him to care when it's with you. who makes cheap wine feel like champagne. who makes a few kisses feel like forever.

chuuya nakahara, who is a short-tempered, raging dog at anyone who stares at him the wrong way. who is a soft, loving teddy bear with you- it gives you whiplash. who orders his men to look after you when he's away on trips, but making sure they never cross the line to make you uncomfortable. who has photos of you all over his office, tangible evidence of his love.

chuuya nakahara, who finds that balance between showing you off and keeping you to himself. who holds your hand in public, takes you on fancy dates, and books the top floor of a hotel room so he can see the city lights reflect off your eyes. who is just as romantic cooking you dinner at home, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, listening to your laundry spin and floorboards creek. who will show you off when you want him too. who can just as easily put a privacy sign on the whole world, and stop time so its just you two, together.

chuuya nakahara, who is a manipulator of gravity, both literally and figuratively. whose touch makes you feel like you're flying, levitating above all those messes and all the pain in your life. who many would characterize as a player, but who is actually so, so loyal. who would open a vein in his arm for your happiness. who will not stop loving you, even if his heart gave out.

chuuya nakahara, who sometimes can't heave his heart into his mouth. who is so, so in love with you he can't find the words. who confesses his truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters, leaving you tokens of his love to carry with you everywhere. who has so much of you all over him, even when you aren't around. who wears your sweaters, your initials around his neck and your kisses on his chest. who sometimes takes your things when he's leaving for a work trip.

"chuuya, did you take my underwear?"

"no....?"

"CHUUYA?!"

"IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU'RE AROUND!"

chuuya nakahara, who is so, so intimate. who makes you feel like your body is on fire, leaving no part of you untouched. who is so gentle one second, worshipping you with endless pleasure. who is rough the next, flipping you over and making it so that you can't walk for a month. who whispers filthy lines and praises in your ear, even when you can't form sentences. "s’en sortir si bien pour moi, n’est-ce pas ? tu vas encore jouir, chérie?"

chuuya nakahara, who you wish you could brainwash into loving you forever. who you are undeniably in love with. who has a young soul, taking you out till 4 in the morning. who wants to grow old with you, holding your wrinkled hand throughout the day. who loves you like you're 17, even when you push 70. who wants the only flashing lights to be the stars as he gets down on one knee, watching your eyes fill with tears as he makes it official.

chuuya nakahara, who you would say yes to again, and again, and again. who becomes your best friend, your soulmate, your husband, and your future with one kiss. who takes you somewhere else with the touch of his hands. who takes you to paris on your 5th anniversary, letting you watch the city go up in lights at midnight. whose blue eyes can only see you.

you and katsuki weren’t dating or anything, but it didn’t seem like the two of you were just friends either. maybe a secret third thing?

now that you think about it, you and katsuki were unusually close. but you’ve always just thought it was casual, right? just friendly things that friends do?

like, he’ll always find a way to touch you. if the two of you are walking through a crowded hallway at school, you’ll feel his hand resting on your back, just to keep you close as the crowd pushes through.

or sometimes, when the class goes on a field trip, he makes sure he gets to sit next to you.

you’ll immediately feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against yours as he plops down in the seat next to you, your shoulder brushing against each others.

“here,” katsuki says, shoving a protein bar into your hands. “i know ya’ didn’t eat anything yet, idiot.”

“thanks katsuki, how’d you know?” you ask him, opening it up.

he shrugs. “‘cause i pay attention. no big deal.”

you hummed in response as you gazed at the two of your legs still touching. katsuki didn’t seem to mind it at all. there was just something so domestic about it all. even when sometimes you’d lay your head on his shoulder, on purpose just to mess with him, it wouldn’t work because he always let you.

you and katsuki were laying on the couch in the common area together, and you suddenly decided to lean back on him, your back to his chest.

you expected for him to at least give you some attitude, since he never lets anyone touch him. you know he hates it. weirdly enough, he didn’t say anything. in fact, you felt him shift closer to you, getting comfortable.

“aw, you’re really not gonna push me away? thought you hated people touching you?”

he snaps, “whatever,” before draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

everyone knows bakugou doesn’t have many people he would consider his friend. maybe except one person.

kirishima had been noticing how different his best friend had been acting, and he just had to bring it up.

“leave me alone, shitty hair”

“dude, you spend almost all of your time with her!”

“your point?”

“you like her.”

katsuki scoffs, “shut the hell up.”

“just saying, man.” kirishima nudges him, “its funny”

katsuki glared at him. “what’s fucking funny?”

kirishima gave him a look. “the way you act like it isn’t a thing.”

“you’re fucking annoying.”

“maybe. but im right, huh?” he teases.

he doesn’t answer right away, instead, he hesitates and scoffs.

“that wasnt a no.” kirishima smiles at him.

“i said, leave me alone.” katsuki says before storming off.

the next day, it was rainy after school, and of course katsuki was waiting for you by the doors with an umbrella so the two of you could walk back to the dorms.

his face softens when he sees you, and he grabs your bag, tossing it over his shoulder like he always does, before opening the umbrella waiting for you to step under it.

“took ya’ long enough,” he says as you two begin walking in the rain. “thought i was gonna be here waitin’ all day”

“you waited for me?”

“duh. knew you wouldn’t have an umbrella.” he shifts closer to you naturally, “and i always walk you back to your dorm don’t i?”

“yeah, but, dunno, it’s just kinda sweet.” you say softly.

he scoffs, “like i was gonna leave your dumbass.”

you nod and feel your heart jump at his words. was this casual? the thought of this possibly being something more had been eating at you all week, and you just had to speak up.

“y’know, people think we’re dating.”

he looks down at you, then grumbles, “so what?”

“what, you dont care? you’re not gonna.. i dunno, deny it?” you ask, gazing at him.

he just kind of pauses and shrugs, and you swear you notice a slight blush on his cheeks. “let ‘em think whatever they want.”

you blinked in surprise. really? was that it? no argument? before you could make any sense of it, or say anything back, he just grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the touch unexpected, but so so familiar.

you didn’t end up saying anything else, and neither did he. the two of you just continued walking, hand in hand.

ᡣ𐭩

- completely inspired by this post!

・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

You say you don’t like him. So why are you riding him like that?

Nerd!Gojo x meangirl!Reader 💌 public sex (library), lots of teasing & denial, he's a little subby, you're a little evil, maybe a part 2 where you get caught by ta!suguru from my au.

“You’re disgusting.”

You say it while sinking down on his cock, slowly, like you're savoring it.

Gojo’s glasses are fogged up, his mouth open and flushed and a little stunned—because you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking mean even with your pussy wrapped around him. His fingers grip the edge of the desk to try and stay grounded. You’re still fully dressed, skirt hitched up and panties shoved to the side. He’s got his slacks around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, the stupid little red pen still clipped to his collar.

Nerd.

“You—fuck—but you said—” he chokes, head thumping back against the shelves. You bounce once. Hard. His voice breaks.

“I said you’re disgusting,” you snap, grinding down slow just to feel him twitch. “And annoying. And ugly.”

He moans as if you were telling him he’s perfect. Quite the opposite.

“But you’re so—fucking—tight—” he whines, hips twitching up into you. “Nngh—you’re clenching so much—!”

“That’s your problem,” you bite, hand wrapped around his throat—not enough to choke him, not really, just enough to make him look up at you. Make him see your gloss smeared lips and your fucked out gaze.

You ride him faster. The slap of your ass against his thighs echoes between the library shelves. Your breath stutters but you don’t stop—not when his hands tremble, not when his glasses slip down his nose, not even when he whimpers, “C-could you just admit you like me?”

“No.” Your voice is sharp, shaky. You’re close. You’re pissed. “I don’t even like you. I hate you. I fucking—hate—”

You clench around him on every word. He cries out—high, breathy, overwhelmed.

He’s gonna cum first. Again.

“Oh my god, you’re literally such a loser,” you pant, leaning in close. Your forehead brushes his. “Can’t even hold it in when I talk shit to you, huh? Ew- don't tell me you're into that shit.”

He nods. Fast. Desperate. “I’m—I’m sorry—” Pathetic.

You smile.

“Don’t apologize,” you whisper, licking into his mouth. “Cum in me, 'Toru.”

He does.

Loud. Shaking. Hips bucking up into you like he’s never been touched before. And that loser probably hasn't.

And when he comes down, twitching thighs and cum leaking out while he blinks up at you like he’s in love, you just tilt your head and sigh.

“…Gross..”

But you don’t move.

Not until you cum too.