FEMBOYS

Choso, Satoru Gojo, Ryoumen Sukuna (jjk)

[ Choso, Satoru Gojo, Ryoumen Sukuna || Jujutsu Kaisen ]

bc i love pathetic men ❤️, ooc asf (i haven't watched it still and idk what either himbos and the twinks' palms look like), fluff?, info from 'The Cut', suggestive in Gojos, is pookie still relevant?, reader calls Gojo good boy and princess, idk if you can tell I was just wanting this done, cussing in Sukunas ig, no I'm not back (I think) but I do wanna switch to tumblr, Merry Christmas if you celebrate it

"Choso, come here for a sec," you gestured him over, patting the seat next to you. He, obviously, obeys and comes to sit next to you.

"What is it?" He questions, a curious look on his (pretty) face.

"Do you know what a palm reader or a fortune teller is? Y'know those women in movies that have the giant clear sphere in a heavily decorated room with tarot cards?" You ask, a sly smile already forming on your face.

He tilts his head a bit. "Kind of? Why do you ask?"

"Well, did you know I can read palms and tell fortunes? Here, give me your hands." He notices that you grabbed his hands before you even asked but doesn't bring it up, already too immersed in whatever you were trying to prove. "Watch this." And he does, watching you while you do the same to his hands, examining his palms and moving his hands around with intent.

"How does it work?"

"Well, this line here," you started, pointing to the top crease that stretches from his middle finger to his pinky. "Is called the heart line, it determines what you're like, your goal, or your relationship will be like." Choso nods his head, watching you caress his hands ever so gently. "And this one," you glide your finger down to the long middle crease, "is the head line, it's like a mental processor, determines how you process information." You hear him 'ohh', loving the way he seems so interested in the bullshit you were spewing.

"And this one?" He point to the short crease that curves around his thumb.

"That one's the life line," smiling, you caress your own thumbs along his life line crease as you continue, "it tells someone's vitality system, the connection to family, friends, and loved ones."

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling more than usual (delusion), not realizing you still haven't taken your hands from his. "Really? Thats so cool you're able to tell all that from just my hands."

"Right?" You exclaim, tightening your hands on his, "too bad I made all that up."

Choso widens his eyes, "what?"

"I made it up. I just wanted to hold your hands."

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"Gojo!" You yelled, hearing a thud before a curse gets thrown out. "Get over here, I gotta show you something." And lo and behold he trudges over, his baby blues hidden behind those stupid circle Harry Potter sunglasses.

"What's up?" He questions before breaking out into a smirk, "did pookie finally agree to be my-"

You immediately clasped a hand over his mouth, "shut up, please," you feel him pout against your palm but ignore it, "just sit down and shut up." He sits down after you let him go, the pout still evident on his pretty lips. You looked at him for a sec, "good boy," you mumbled before grabbing his hands and turning them over so his palms faced you.

"Usually you'd get on one knee to propose but this works too!" Says a blushing, beaming Gojo, eyes fleeting up to meet the cold stare of yours. "Was it something I said?"

With the roll of your eyes, you brought his palms closer to your face. "I bet I can tell your fortune." He snorts with that dumb smile still on his face, eyebrows lifting up in interest.

"Oh yeah?" Leaning towards you, he went on. "Please, go ahead."

You hummed, examining his heart line. "In a relationship-"

"Starting off with the relationship? Are you implying something, pookie?"

"-the heart line indicates you'll be the caring, giving, and empathetic one." You gritted out, already regretting submitting yourself to this torture. Looking down to the crease below it, you continued. "The head line indicates a hyper active mind, no kidding, that's always collecting information and data.." hearing a giggle you looked up at him, his eyes staring directly into yours like he's been looking at them for a while. Shaking your head, you decided to continue, looking back at his short life line. "This line," you caress the bulb of his palm, not seeing Gojo's heart eyes at the gentleness. "May signal independence or a lack of groundedness within life.."

"Wow," Gojo exhales, not letting go of your hands. "Did you make all that up just for me? You shouldn't have pookie, I'm honored."

Shaking your head you sigh, "of course princess," he flushes at the pet name. "I just wanted to hold your hands."

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"Hey, Sukuna," he grunts, obviously not wanting to get annoyed yet today. "Can I show you something cool?" You ask, not really caring for his answer.

"No." He says, but lets you continue to talk anyways because he tolerates you too much to kill you.

"Great! Now give me your hands." Sukuna frowns but lets you do as you please, letting you take them into yours.

But he still asks, "what for?"

"I'm gonna read your fortune! Now let me do my thing." You mumble the second half, already immersed at looking at his giant ass hands, ignoring his huffs as he watches you. Sukuna can't help but like how warm your hands are compared to his. Though, seeing the focused and determined look on your face made him a little paranoid. "Your heart line appears to point dramatically up on your middle finger, indicating a very me-orientated desires who gets what they want when they want it." You say, rubbing your thumb a little too intimate against his palm, in his opinion. "Since your head line wraps around the opposite side of the palm, you're described like an old ghost."

He huffs, already growing quite tired of your bullshit. "Where is this going?"

You immediately look up at him, glaring into his eyes with a pout that he definitely did not think was pinch-able. "Shush! I'm almost done, have a little patience, King of Curses." He rolls his eyes as you clear your throat and start again. "You're related to being outside of time, someone who has connection with both spirits gods." Maybe he really isn't bullshitting, Sukuna thought with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the increase of your caress's against his palms. "And finally, the life line! The split above the wrist suggests 'death in a foreign land' who seek stimulation beyond their homes." Finally, your eyes lift up to his but all he could focus on was your smirk. "How'd I do?"

He hummed for a second or two, "quite... believable." You smiled a pretty smile towards him, gripping his hands tighter.

"Thanks, that was complete bullshit. I just wanted to hold your hands."