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gentle reassurances — k. bakugou

a/n: katsuki can stay mad at a lot of people for a long time. you are most certainly not one of them.

“come here.”

there was no frustration or annoyance in his voice, breaking the tense silence between the two of you as you stood on opposite sides of the kitchen. the words he spoke were soft and calmer than they were just moments ago, and you knew he was putting in careful effort to keep it that way.

you stood there watching him for a few seconds, quiet. he couldn't read the warring emotions on your face as the two of you held eye contact, and for a moment, katsuki was so afraid that you weren't going to come to him—that you were going to turn around and leave him standing there alone with his arms open. that you would leave the argument unfinished, unresolved.

his worries disappeared, however, when you crossed the gap and stepped into his waiting arms. you breathed in his familiar scent as you wrapped your arms around him. he did the same as he buried his face in your hair and closed his eyes. he took a long, deep breath.

you were the first to speak. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you."

your voice was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but his heart gave a squeeze nonetheless. you could feel his head shake against yours, one of his hands moving up and down your back.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, his voice equally as hushed. "i'm the one who came in annoyed. you did nothing wrong. it's just—" he took another deep, steadying breath. "it's been a long day. for both of us."

you hummed against him, not moving from your spot in his chest. "still, it wasn't right for me to yell back at you. i should've given you space when you came in."

katsuki frowned at that, pulling back just enough to look at you as his hands slid down to your waist. "space? why the hell do you think i'd need space from you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

you avoided eye contact, choosing instead to focus on a loose string from the hem of his shirt. katsuki stared at you for a moment before taking your hands in his.

"hey, look at me," he said. again, his voice carried no hint of anger or annoyance at your actions, just gentle reassurance. "you are the one person i will never—ever—need space from, you hear me?"

you knew this tone of voice. it was one he only ever used for you. katsuki wasn't a liar, you knew that—especially not when speaking like this.

he waited silently, watching you nod your head. he pulled you close again, kissing the top of your head.

"i love you, okay? today was long, and...and i shouldn't have yelled, but i never need space from you, alright?" he kissed your head again. "so don't think like that."

you closed your eyes, feeling his chest rumble as he spoke.

"i love you, too, kats." you leaned your head up. "can we go to bed now?"

you smiled at the chuckle he let out, feeling his body reverberate again. he gave you a squeeze, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"for fucks sake, yes please. i'm exhausted." he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then smiled at you.

"no more arguing, okay? not worth arguing over stupid shit like this, anyway. not with you."

"oh, so you'd argue with someone else over stupid shit?" you teased.

he bit back a smile. "shut up. you know what i mean. no more fighting."

you smiled, kissing him. when you pulled back, he swore he could see the stars.

"no more fighting," you concluded, feeling contentment wash over the both of you.

katsu2ji © 2025. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

gojo is met with a small slap to his face. one that wakes him up from his stupor, head swiveling around with barely open eyes. his first instinct is to grab for you, but the only thing he feels is a tiny, plump stomach.

when he opens his eyes wider, his infant daughter is laid next to him, sucking on her favorite binkie. her tiny hand is raised in the air.

you’re laying on the other side of her, passed out and face barely visible from beneath the pillow. he sighs and turns his body towards his daughter. “why are you hitting daddy, hm?” he asks, voice groggy and quiet so he won’t wake you. he knows how you are when you get woken up. “am i snoring again?”

his daughter simply blinks.

he can’t help but smile, pulling her close and laying her on his chest. “fine, fine. i’ll be quiet. it’s too late for you though, little munchkin. go to sleep so daddy can put you to bed.”

his daughter nuzzles her small face into his neck, causing her father to sigh wistfully. he feels himself going back to dreamland, face relaxing.

not even two minutes later, he’s snoring like a hog.

he’s awoken by another smack, harder this time.

im like,, in love with hoku, shes bae, 10000000/10 would die to see her happy and cuddling with her loved ones. anyways if its cool for you could we maybe have some hokucanons with the rest of hasl being protective lil shits. or maybe mihawk and shanks??? idk i love them all i want them to give her hugs and beat up anyone mean to her.

Hoku and Hugs:

Luffy - Completely normal. Doesn’t even blink. Capable of falling asleep in his arms. Will often be doing normal tasks while he hangs off her or drags his feet around. Luffy is one of the few people she’ll initiate hugs with first. 

Shanks - Wouldn’t even dare. Shanks wouldn’t even mind and just open his arms with that dumb kissy face like “c’mere dove” but she’d just be hyperventilating several feet away about to faint

Mihawk - She always initiates the hugs but he always hugs back in his own way. Will sometimes be seen riding on his shoulders with her arms wrapped around his face despite their heights, no matter what age.

Ace - Usually has her in some kind of head-lock or the two of them are usually scuffling before it morphs into this giant bear-hug. His are the most suffocating, Hoku often tries to dodge less he fall asleep on top of her. The warmest hugs though.

Sabo - These ones kind of sneak up on her when she leasts expect it. Sabo’s hugs are the kind where he smiles, all quaint and polite and it might be at an extremely inconvenient time but Hoku thinks he just likes to watch her squirm with the debate of turning down his polite, kind little hug and feeling bad about it so she ends up walking into his arms.

Bonus:

Chopper - Hoku can often be found toting Chopper around, tucking under her arm like baggage she’s just carting with her. Chopper is her immediate traveling-companion on the colder islands otherwise Hoku complains non-stop and gets on everyone’s nerves.

stubbles 'n wrinkles – gojo blurb!

old!gojo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

satoru's wife hates it when he shaves.

when he spends time in front of their dirty bathroom mirror with shaving cream all over his face, making absurd faces that accentuate the wrinkles on his cheeks just to get into the nooks and crannies of his sun-kissed skin.

when he washes his face off to reveal the little freckles and moles that have shown themselves throughout the gift of time. also revealing the wrinkles that have come through countless missions and curses fought.

when he puts walks out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind him, and joins his wife on the bed. his wife touches his cheek with a small frown after feeling the patches of stubble have disappeared.

"you shaved again?" she would ask, her voice phasing between a soft speak and a whisper.

"i did." and he kisses her palm with his glossed lips. no matter the time or the age, his lips were still a pretty pink that shined through even dim lighting.

"oh. i miss the stubble." she kisses his cheek, lips ghosting upon the newly shaven skin right where his cheekbone met his jawline. it wasn't exactly smooth; bumps and wrinkles revealed themselves, but it lacked the prickly bits that she loved to graze her hands on.

so, he doesn't shave for a while after. it doesn't take long until the thorn-like patches of stubble grow back, and his wife is happy about it. and when she smiles, her eyes wrinkle in a way that makes him feel butterflies in his tummy.

"y'like it, honey?" he smiles, adding a small wink like how they did when they were first dating. and yet these actions still made her giggle like it used to.

"i do. its nice."

she proves her point by grabbing his face, with both hands, and gives him a kiss. his stubble scratches against her palms and face. and she giggles like its a feather tickling her.

"you look so handsome with it." she whispers, looking at him so up-close like she's inspecting each little freckle on his face.

"maybe ill grow a full on beard. that reaches the floor."

"please don't."

10.15.24 - masterlist

the strong scent of vanilla hit his nostrils as he gripped the sides of your waist. his face was nuzzled into your neck, while his hands focused on caging you down onto him. sleep was never easy for gojo, he always had something on his mind. and even when he didn’t it still wasn’t possible for him to get any rest. how could he sleep when he had such a beautiful wife to gaze at?

he was fascinated with every little thing about you. the way your bottom lip curled into a pout when you slept, or how your eyebrows would furrow up as if you were mad.

gojo could go on and on about the smallest of details when it came to you. you were his everything. and also the reason he could never get any sleep, he was too busy being allured by your beauty.

“my beautiful..” he trailed off, leaving soft kisses on your neck, so soft because he didn’t want to wake his gorgeous goddess. “beautiful wife..” now his hands were in your hair, gently soothing your scalp.

the biting didn’t start until he got bored of playing in your hair. gojo’s teeth grazed your neck ever so lightly before slowly sinking in, not enough to hurt you but enough for you to feel it, causing you to stir in your sleep.

his lips sucked at the bite mark offering the irritated skin a sense of relief. the hand that was on your waist, binding you to him was now inside of your shirt, soothing the skin of your back as if you were a baby. his baby.

“i love you s’much my princess, you’re never leaving me okay? our souls are tied for life,” he spoke so softly as he left one last bite, but this time it was to your cheek. and even though you were asleep.. your body seemed to somehow answer for you.

your hand lightly slapped against his cheek, fingers hitting the lids of his eyes. gojo couldn’t stop the low chuckle bubbling from his throat as he gave your sleeping form one last smile before replying.

“im glad ya’ understand mama.”

©rissouu 2024 (im not crying u are).

katsuki is the type of guy to always want you nestled against him, which includes having you seated on his lap, a warm hand heavy on your thigh.

he’s constantly pulling you onto his lap, hands reaching out to drag your hips forward almost by reflex at this point. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing—if you’re anywhere near him and he’s seated, his hands will automatically settle around your waist to drag you towards him. once you’re seated, he drags a hand to the thick expanse of your thigh.

(it’s borderline possessive, the way his warm hand settles on the expanse of your skin, fingers unconsciously tapping out a beat)

and for a while, his warm hands are always silently reminding you where to sit, but the first time you automatically sit without being pulled, he nearly purrs in delight. he nestles his face into the junction between your shoulder and neck, pressing a searing kiss there before lifting your hair out of the way to press a long line of open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

Y/N : babe, if i died, how much would you miss me?

Gojo: * with a loving smile* it's SOOO CUTE that you think death can get you out of this relationship <3

Poor baby ☹️

Satoru x reader

Authors note: pure fluff

You were nestled on the couch, halfway through a movie, when you heard the sound of the front door creak open. It was past midnight, much later than Satoru usually came home, and you immediately turned your head, sensing he might need a little extra care tonight.

He shuffled in, looking worn down in a way that was rare for him. His usually bright, carefree eyes were heavy-lidded, shadows framing them as his gaze found yours. His messy white hair fell over his forehead, and his expression was softer, almost vulnerable—no trace of his usual confidence. He looked like he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it had finally caught up with him.

Without a word, he reached over and turned off the TV, letting out a low, tired “Hmmph…” as he tossed the remote aside, a clear sign he didn’t want any distractions. You barely had a chance to react before he clambered onto the couch, curling up in your lap with a heavy sigh, burying his face against your stomach.

“Did you have a bad day, baby?” you asked, rubbing your fingers soothingly through his soft hair.

“Mmmf,” he grumbled, a sound deep in his throat as he nuzzled further into you, his face pressing into your stomach like he couldn’t get close enough. His arms snaked around your waist, clinging tightly as he made a small, frustrated whimper, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to press the day’s exhaustion into you, to let you feel just how much he needed this.

You couldn’t help but smile softly, brushing a hand over his soft whjte hair. His pretty blue eyes were closed, his face hidden against you, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly begin to melt under your touch. His breathing grew steadier, each exhale a soft, needy hum as he relaxed further into you, letting out the tiniest sighs of relief as your fingers worked through the knots in his hair.

“Poor thing,” you murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “It must’ve been a rough day, huh?”

He answered with a low “Mmm,” almost like a grumble, a mix of agreement and weariness. He squirmed slightly in your lap, adjusting his head to rest just below your chest, where he could hear your heartbeat—a comfort he always sought out on nights like this. You watched as his pout deepened, his lips pressing into a little line as he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a small huff of frustration.

It was obvious he was in one of his non-verbal moods. When he was this worn down, he became almost childlike, communicating only through the softest sounds and gestures. And you knew, from the way he was burrowing into you, that he needed a lot of comfort tonight.

“What can I do to make you feel better, love?” you whispered, running your thumb over his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his face softening as he leaned into your hand, his eyes flickering open just enough to glance up at you, half-lidded and filled with that familiar neediness.

“Mmmh,” he hummed again, his eyes pleading, though he didn’t seem to know exactly what he wanted. His face scrunched up in a small pout, his fingers tightening their hold around your waist as he shifted, pressing closer as if he could somehow melt into you. He let out a soft whine, his eyebrows knitting together in a look of pure frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile, brushing a gentle hand along his jawline.

“Just want to be held?” you guessed softly, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, a faint nod accompanying another tired “Mmf” of agreement. You pulled him a little closer, cradling his head against your shoulder, and he let out a deep, contented sigh, his whole body going limp in your embrace.

But as soon as you started to relax, Satoru squirmed, shifting in your lap with an impatient “Mmm!” He tugged at your sleeve, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes, his lips pressed into a pout.

“What is it now?” you asked, amused by his antics.

He made a soft “Hnngh” noise and pointed to the blanket draped over the armrest, his expression stubborn, as if he were annoyed you hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Oh, you need the blanket too, huh?” you teased, reaching over to pull it down over both of you.

Satisfied, he let out a pleased “Mmhmm,” snuggling back into your lap with a faint, satisfied smile. He closed his eyes, only for them to flicker open a moment later, his gaze drifting up to you with that same needy, bratty look.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing a little. “What now, Satoru?”

He answered with a quiet “Hmph,” his pout deepening as he wriggled around, not quite finding a comfortable spot. After a bit more shifting, he made a frustrated groan and shot you a look, as if to say, Why aren’t you fixing this?

“Oh, alright, alright,” you murmured, adjusting him slightly so his head rested more comfortably on your chest. His expression softened, the tiniest smile breaking through his pout as he settled down, his breathing evening out once more.

As you ran your fingers through his hair, Satoru let out a soft, contented “Mmmm,” nuzzling his face into your chest with a pleased sigh. But even then, he wasn’t completely satisfied; his hand found yours, tugging it to his cheek and letting out a small, needy “Hmmf” until you cradled his face properly.

“There we go,” you cooed softly, brushing a thumb over his cheek. He let out a low hum of approval, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his face into your palm, as if your touch was the only thing grounding him tonight.

Minutes drifted by in a peaceful silence, save for his occasional hums and grunts as he nestled into you, his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Every so often, he’d squirm or whine, his brows knitting together if your hand stilled, urging you to continue rubbing his hair or holding him tighter.

Eventually, he let out a long, exhausted “Haaaah,” his body melting against you as he finally began to relax, his breathing deepening in your arms. His face softened, the last traces of his pout fading as he closed his eyes, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles.

And as you sat there, holding him close in the quiet of the night, you felt a swell of love and protectiveness. This was a side of Satoru no one else got to see—the vulnerable, tired man who needed someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay.

His lips twitched into a small, sleepy smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your arm. “Mmmmh,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a sleepy hum as he drifted closer to sleep, his head resting heavily against your shoulder.

Finally, he let out a soft, satisfied sigh, his entire body relaxing as he nestled into you, his arms wrapped around you in a gentle, protective hold. You held him close, your fingers running through his hair as you whispered soft words of love and comfort, feeling his breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep, his face finally at peace.

And as you sat there, holding him in the quiet of the night, you knew you’d stay with him for as long as he needed, your presence a silent promise that you’d always be there to catch him when he fell.

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tw: emotional incest/enmeshment, codependency, abusive/neglectful childhood

thinking about how satoru gojo could never be normal about having a twin, even just a fraternal one.

he's the six eyes. his birth is celebrated, it shakes the world.

you were just... born.

except the moment they take you to another room he starts crying and he won't stop. he can't even tolerate being put in a different crib. he has to be next to you at all times.

satoru gojo who is born with separation anxiety. you've always been be his side, even in the womb. he can't be away from you.

how you grow up together, going to the same special classes for jujutsu prodigies. satoru on a lonely journey to master the six eyes while you sit next to him quietly reading romance novels.

you have the family technique, of course. maybe your birth would have even been celebrated, if it weren't overshadowed by a power that comes around every six generations or so.

instead, all anyone can ever talk about - think about - is the legendary six eyes, reborn at last. he is showered with gifts and praises and expectations.

satoru gojo knows what he's worth to his family as soon as they plant ancient texts in front of him to learn from.

he's power. the confirmation of their supremacy over their rivals that they've been waiting for. he was born a winner, and the gojo clan is eager to claim their share of the winnings.

but to you? he's your one and only brother. for you, loving him is as easy as breathing.

you're not dramatic like heis, you don't burst into tears the moment you're separated. no one would care even if you did - it was always about what the young lord needed and wanted.

no. instead you're a silent shadow, washed out by his spotlight, ever-clinging and following wherever he goes, wordlessly.

satoru only has to look in your direction for you to share the toy or book you're carrying, offer his hand for you to hold, sit down so you can play with his hair.

he places a kiss on your cheek, or squeezes your hand, or hugs you when you go to sleep, and it wins him an easy smile, one that feels as precious as gold.

when he's with you, he's happy. warm. what those other people want and do doesn't matter. he only has to amuse himself, and you.

you're always with him, just like he's always with you. even if you're not looking at him, you're in his orbit, a constant presence that calms him as the years go by.

he doesn't follow you into the bathroom or throw a fit when you leave his sight, but only because he knows you'll return soon - you want to return soon.

satoru who sees his parents for the first time when they come to visit you.

he's a legend, and his parents weren't fit to raise someone like him. that was arranged from the moment of his birth, even if they were rewarded for producing him.

his rearing and training was of concern to the whole gojo clan, to be done by the best that money could by, with no room for attachments. they only suffered you so long by his side because he was inconsolable otherwise.

satoru who sees them meet with you, talk to you with eager faces, eyes glancing over him with hesitation and nervousness.

they're not here for money or power. they don't want anything to do with him. they want you.

you, a normal child, their child, who they could finally take home now that satoru was old enough.

satoru gojo who doesn't let them take you away. who doesn't feel bad, not even a little bit, when he sends his (your) parents away with a chilling, six-eyed glare.

the only family you need is him.

(you're the only family he'll ever have).

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.

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