#have more gojo fluff!!!! i have plenty to give

[riaki]

moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

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[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 28 || The Effect You Have

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——IT ALL BEGAN SO SIMPLE. Once Gojo got you home, he opened the trunk of his car to reveal the fifteen dresses he'd purchased for you, all of which he forgot to tell you had also been tailored for you as well.

He left that part out because the two of you had gone to get a dress tailored once just a few days ago. The dress you wore to Sukuna's party was specifically tweaked to fit you perfectly and after that, Gojo took the extra step of having the tailor keep your measurements for future dresses.

It was a detail he decided to leave out because he'd been planning for this for a while now and he didn't want you to think he was weird in any way-- even though the gesture was rather nice of him. Gojo was also sure to leave out how expensive each dress actually was, never wanting to reveal the fact that he'd spent his entire bank account on you if he could.

You went upstairs first, carrying only one dress with you as you did so. When you got into your apartment, you quickly noticed that Shoko had left some time ago, giving you the space for a while. Since it's a Friday, you recall that she has one class and then usually likes to go out and do something right after.

Within minutes after you walk into your apartment, Gojo is entering with the remaining dresses piled up in his hands. You would've helped him carry more but he insisted otherwise.

He takes all the dresses into your room and places them on your bed, just as you instruct him to. Once he's done, the man goes ahead and seats himself onto your mattress with an expectant look in his eyes.

You blink, one dress still in your hands as you wonder why Gojo's looking at you in such a patient way, "What? Why are you still sitting there...?" You ask simply.

Gojo shrugs, "I mean I didn't buy all those dresses for no reason..."

You scoff out a laugh, "Ohh, you want me to try on the dresses for you?"

He flashes you this innocent little smile, "Mhm..."

You narrow your eyes at him, "You'd see the dress whenever I wear it though..."

"That's not true, I'm not gonna be at this nightclub every time you go, I'm just taking you tonight since it's your first time there," Gojo explains.

You stare for a second, then nod, "Uhuh... Fine then, I guess I'll try on the dresses for you..."

He smiles, "Let me know if you need help putting them on-"

"You're not slick, Satoru," You cut off as you turn and dip into your bathroom.

The sound of him chuckling is heard as you move around and begin to change yourself into the first dress. Like all the others, the dress is beautiful and so obviously expensive, despite whatever Gojo tells you about it not being pricey.

You're careful to put the item on, quickly noticing how it fits like a glove and how pretty it looks on you. This first dress is silk and dark blue, almost royal blue, backless, and rather enticing. Just looking at yourself in it makes you feel odd.

The dress you wore to Sukuna's party was one thing, after all, you've been to plenty of parties before so it was your typical dark red party dress. But this dress... Well, you know Gojo said the club was pretty fancy but based on this first dress and the glimpse you caught of the other ones, it seems like classy is what you're gonna have to go for.

When you consider yourself to be done, you open the bathroom door with your eyes down on the dress as your free hand moves to smooth it out. Gojo's eyes are all over you instantly and when you look up, you're not too surprised to see him moving to get off the bed.

"Why are you getting up?" You chuckle, watching him casually approach you.

Gojo's soon standing in front of you, towering over you like always, "I needed a closer look."

"You might need glasses because I'm pretty sure anyone could've seen everything perfectly fine from my bed," You say in response.

He smiles and tilts his head at you, "Gimme a spin."

You fold your arms under your chest, "Say please."

"Please?" Gojo utters as if it were second nature to do so.

With a roll of your eyes, you slowly turn yourself around and give him a full three-sixty of the dress. Gojo's got this big stupidly happy smile on his face as you do so as if he couldn't be more at peace watching you perform such a simple act.

When you're done and come to a stop facing him once more, he's still smiling at you. "Well?" You ask.

"Y'know I'm gonna say you look beautiful in everything, right?" He sighs, the look in his eyes just dripping with affection.

You swallow, "Then what's the point of me trying all these on...?"

"I'm gonna help you figure out which one you should wear tonight!" He says cheerfully, "Gotta' make sure you make a good first impression on Nanami."

A brow is raised in question, "You do know he's seen me before, right?"

Gojo does this gesture with his hand as if to wave off what you just said, "That doesn't count."

"Right, sure it doesn't." You say, shaking your head at him.

"Oh, I also bought you shoes," Gojo suddenly tells you, turning away and heading back over to your bed.

You watch with wide eyes as he flops down onto your mattress, "What? Why?"

"Uh, to go with the dresses, sweetheart." He hums.

"Well, where are they?"

"Check your closet," Gojo says, laying down on his back and staring up at your ceiling, "Shoko said they came earlier this morning."

You blink, not sure how exactly to react just yet. It's so unusual for you to get spoiled like this. It's one thing for him to buy you a dress every now and then, and another thing for him to pay you for your sinful acts but to go out of his way and purchase this much for you is just...

New.

Your feet move to your closet and the second you open it, you're met with a shitload of new shoeboxes. "Wh-What the hell..." You say softly.

Gojo sits up slightly, holding his body up with his elbow and looking in your direction, "Hm?"

"Satoru..." You whisper, your eyes darting all over the fifteen different boxes of shoes in front of you. "You didn't really..."

"I did," He hums, "I swear they aren't as expensive as you think they are-"

"Shut up," You cut off. He closes his mouth quickly and you crouch down to the first box that catches your eye. "Satoru, these are Christian Louboutins...."

"Oh, I forgot I got those..." He replies.

You move the box around in your hand to inspect the item, "They're like a thousand dollars for each pair on average..."

"Okay...?"

Your eyes go to the other boxes nearby, "I'm seeing seven different pairs..."

"Seven different colors," Gojo explains with a casual shrug.

You take a second to reply, wondering what the hell is wrong with this man and trying to figure out why he'd go out of his way like this. "That's roughly seven thousand dollars on just shoes." You point out after some quick estimates made.

"Okay.....?" He chuckles, "They're shoes for you."

Your heart throbs in your chest in reaction to his emphasis on the shoes being for you-- as if he were implying that the price will never matter if it's something for you. Carefully, you place the box back down, too scared to even open it and look just yet.

"I..." You release a sigh, "I don't understand you..."

For a moment, Gojo goes quiet. You can't see his face so you don't catch how his expression grows worried. He feels like you may even be upset with him for a moment, which is the exact opposite of what he'd hoped to achieve with this.

After a moment of thought, "Is it too much...?" He asks softly.

"Yes, yes it is." Your response is quick and you go on to ramble immediately, "Why the hell would you buy all this for me just for me to go to one little nightclub? There are thousands of other heels you could've bought for me that aren't nearly as expensive. I'm gonna feel like I'm literally walking on eggshells the entire night because of how expensive these are. What if I break them? What if they get dirty-"

"So..." Gojo cuts you off, raising a brow, "I should've bought you a backup pair for each shoe?"

He sounds so genuinely confused that it's almost funny. "No Satoru, you shouldn't have bought me anything this expensive to begin with." You say calmly.

He blinks, "Why not?"

"I..." You sigh again, "It's weird."

"Weird how?" Gojo questions, not understand your reaction at all. He thought you'd be happy about this kinda thing, he's seen the way your eyes light up whenever he pays you so what's the difference here? "I'm buying things for the woman I love, what's so weird about that?" He questions.

"Stop saying that."

His brows pinch together, "What? That I love you? Or, that you're the woman I love?"

"It's all the same, just stop." You tell him.

"Why?"

"Because..." Your words fall off your tongue as you lose the reasoning behind why you want to hear him stop uttering such a phrase.

Every time he says those things it's like you can hear the truth behind his words. Almost as if in no universe could you deny the fact that you wholeheartedly believe he's in love with you. And for some reason, that belief of yours confuses you.

Gojo grins a little, "Because what sweetheart?"

"I don't know how to feel when you say things like that." You finally explain.

"There's no right or wrong way to feel, y'know..."

You shrug, "Well, it makes me feel... weird."

A sneaky little smile spreads across his face, "Is it because you love me t-"

"No." You deny it instantly.

"Alright then," Gojo sighs, "What is it?"

"Sympathetic." You correct him, somewhat figuring out what it is you feel as he utters those three words to you.

"Huh?"

"Every time you say that you love me or do things that make me feel like you love me... I begin to feel sympathy for you." Your explanation makes his heart race for some unknown reason.

Gojo swallows, "W-Why?"

"Cause' it's like... the things you do are making up for the bullshit you make me do. A-And it's all so fucked up because the last thing I want to feel is sympathy for my blackmailer." You stammer, steadily getting worked up over this small conversation.

Gojo lets out a sigh of relief and then smiles softly, even though you're not looking at him yet, "Listen, I'm not spoiling you like this because I want you to forgive me for what I've done. I... I don't ever expect to make up for it. But, if getting you new expensive things can put a smile on your face, even if only for a second, I'd sell a limb to be able to provide that for you."

Your head whips around to the man, "What?"

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you."

There's this sharp feeling in your chest. It's like you could feel the gravity of his words weighing your heart down. Almost as though, you knew he was serious.

Nearly overwhelmed by his seriousness, you quickly turn your head away, "I appreciate that..." You murmur, unsure of a better way to respond.

"Great-"

"But," You interrupt, "I don't understand why."

"Those three words." Gojo explains, "That's why."

"Because you love me?" You ask.

"Mhm." He hums in response.

"Well," You slowly begin to stand up and move out of your closet. "I don't understand that either."

Gojo watches as you grab another dress to try on and take it into the bathroom. He gets how you find his feelings for you confusing and has no intentions of explaining them just yet so instead, he results in saying something rather simple.

"Love isn't meant to be understood, sweets," Gojo tells you just before you shut the bathroom door.

You merely hum in response to that and the rest of you trying on dresses goes pretty smoothly.

With each dress, he'd comment on either how the material looks good on you or how the color makes a certain feature of yours stand out, all of his comments well thought out and making you feel all warm inside. You eventually even start trying on the heels with these dresses and each outfit is something you never thought you'd find yourself wearing.

Not that they didn't fit your usual style or anything but the prices that followed the items you wore were just something you'd never given yourself the leisure of even looking at. So to have such pretty and expensive items on your body and in your closet felt really nice.

Eventually, you land on the last dress. The color alone made you not want to wear it because simply looking at it reminded you of that morning you spent with Gojo. It was baby blue and rather small on you. There were these thin spaghetti straps that went over your shoulders, a decent amount of cleavage was revealed, and once you got down to how it just barely stopped at your thighs, there was this small slit in it.

It was cute and when you turned around, you noticed it hugged your ass nicely. Even so, you didn't want to reveal yourself in it to Gojo because you had a feeling you knew what his reaction would be.

"It's been fifteen minutes, love. Need some help?" Gojo calls out from the other side of your bathroom door.

You looked to the bottom of the door and noticed his shadow was there, smiling to yourself at how he so clearly knew you were purposefully taking a while. "No, I don't need help..."

"Thennnn what's taking you so long?" He hums.

"Nothing." You say before moving to open the door.

You're quickly met with Gojo standing there, leaning against your doorframe like always with a little smile on his face. His eyes are on your face, not yet dropping down to the dress.

Slowly, he allows himself to get a look at you and you watch the way he smiles. "You are so..."

"Beautiful?" You finish, having heard him say the same thing for the past hour or so, "Yeah, I know-"

"Perfect," Gojo corrects, "You're absolutely perfect."

You roll your eyes at his compliment for the millionth time, "Whatever."

He moves a hand to your waist and suddenly pulls your body close to his. Your chest presses up against him and your eyes frantically search his in question of why he's suddenly touching you.

Then, you catch that look in his gaze that you haven't seen in a while. It's the look that makes your knees go weak, that begging and pleading look of his that so clearly tells you he wants his lips on yours. You hate the way you recognize it so quickly now.

Gojo leans down to you, his arm slithering all the way around your waist, "This is the one." He whispers to you.

You blink, "The one what?"

"The dress you should wear tonight," He clarifies.

"Why? Does Nanami like blue or something?" You ask curiously.

Gojo shrugs, "I think so."

"Oh.." You murmur, watching as Gojo's face nears yours.

He stops himself just an inch away from your lips, his head tilted and his eyes low on yours. He doesn't say anything just yet, simply looking at your lips with the strong desire to place his own over them.

"Can I..." He trails off a little, almost as if he's nervous to ask his question.

You don't know why but you just nod, permitting him to kiss you.

What was it about this man that made you miss the feeling of his lips over yours? You don't know. You have no idea why every time Gojo's lips press into yours and you kiss him, your knees go weak, your brain stops working, and you feel so drowned in love.

You don't feel the same for him but damnit you can't deny how much you enjoy the way he kisses you. Sometimes, like right now, it's gentle and slow, his lips carefully and strategically moving over your own until his tongue is in your mouth, affectionately making out with you as his hand travels up and down your back.

Other times it's hot and heavy, both of you chasing the feeling of each other's lips as if time will one day stop you from feeling that connection.

Currently, you find yourself lost in his kisses, panting softly by the time he pulls away and both of you moving in for more just as quickly as you pulled away. So lost in it, you don't even think as he eases you into your bathroom and lifts you onto the counter, his lips desperate against your own.

Gojo's not kissing you like he wants to have sex with you or anything, he's kissing you like he just enjoys the feeling just as much as you. It's like he melts into your mouth, releasing small hums and even smaller whines into your parted lips as he sinks into the moment.

His hands go to your face, cupping your cheeks in his hand and kissing you like his life depends on it, and as if he's worried you'll slip away from his grasp at any given moment. After which, Gojo's hands would be on your thighs, sliding up your legs and just barely going up and under the dress, eager to just feel your skin.

As he does so, you think you get dizzy when he pulls away just to whisper, "I love you," In the lowest voice you've heard from him.

And it's not just one time he does that, it's constant that he breaks the kiss just to whisper those three words into your lips as if he wants you to never forget it as if he needs to chant the phrase in order to pass the needed level of understanding behind it.

"So much," Gojo utters, "I love you so fucking much." His lips are back on yours within the next second, needy tongue shoving into your mouth that you so gratefully accept.

You're unsure of what you've done to make this man be so deeply in love with you like this. Maybe the day you find out, you may reciprocate the feeling but as of now, the the only thing you can do in response to his repeated claims is kiss him back.

You could never utter those three words back to him. I love you. It's a phrase you've reserved for someone else. A sentence in which you direct toward an entirely different man. Even now as you make out with Gojo, you still think of who's stolen your heart.

Somewhere deep down inside, you tell yourself that it should be him instead. It should be Choso telling you that right now. It should be him holding you so lovingly, kissing you so tenderly, and longing for you the way Gojo does.

That's who you should be with at this very moment and yet, there you were, against Gojo's lips hearing how in love with you he claims to be.

As of now, you could only await the day in which you'd be where you're supposed to be.

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After about forty straight minutes of locked lips with Gojo Satoru, the two of you eventually pry yourself off of each other. You hadn't even realized you kissed him so long and you didn't even notice the way your lips made it to his neck at one point.

It was almost subconscious the way you left hickeys on his neck, marks that he had no intention of stopping you from making. Gojo actually held your head at his neck at one point, thriving in the feeling of you against him.

When the two of you were done, you watched him admire the work you'd left on his neck as he gazed in the mirror. His fingers traced over each one and the man wishes he could keep them there forever. To have evidence of you on his skin was something he'd wish to keep forever.

Even so, the two of you eventually left the bathroom and it was decided that the final dress you tried on was what you were going to wear that night.

Gojo left later that afternoon and told you he'd be back to pick you up when it was time to go. You still didn't quite understand why it was so important for him to take you there but you didn't argue with him about it.

Shoko eventually stopped home later that afternoon and she teased you about going out for the second night in a row. This time, even though she wasn't going with you, she went ahead and got ready with you-- the two of you helping one another with makeup and accessories.

She even made a comment on the dress you were wearing, saying that it was really pretty on you and that she loved the color. She also not-so-sneakily made a comment on how she recalls Gojo having a tie from high school that matches it but you brushed her words off.

And of course, to your surprise, the tie in question ends up being around the neck of Gojo Satoru when he comes to pick you up. Why would he match his tie with your dress? You don't know and you didn't care enough to ask. It's not like you and him would be side by side throughout the night anyway, you were supposed to be meeting Nanami.

The nightclub in which you were set to be was located all the way across town and the drive took forever. The ride was filled with low music and Gojo telling you things he thinks Nanami would look for in a woman.

He tells you that you have to be careful not to be too bold with him because Nanami may misinterpret what you've approached him for, going on to tell you how the guy apparently gets hit on a lot and turns a lot of people down. So basically, you'll have to be careful with your flirting.

You take a mental note of everything he's saying and by the time you get there, you think you're ready for the whole thing. You've only seen Nanami twice, once in a photo and another in person but you could spot the man in a crowded room since he has rather distinguishing features.

Plus, Gojo told you he'd be at the bar and probably the furthest away from the dancefloor so you'd most likely find him there.

Even so, Gojo wanted to at least be in the building with you so he walked you to the door and entered the building with you. The man even gave the bouncer at the entrance a death glare for ogling you. After that, the two of you entered and you quickly noted how fancy the place really was.

It wasn't your typical club with people partying and drinking all over the place or loud music blaring throughout the building. Instead, there were people dressed very classy and almost elegant in certain areas. The dancefloor was filled with a few couples, all of whom danced to some slow jam.

You actually liked the scene in front of you. The only thing you felt nervous about was looking out of place. Luckily, by Gojo's side, you fit right in since he was wearing a suit and pulled himself together rather nicely. But, you wouldn't be around him the entire night.

And that was what worried you.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

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[xazse]

Hey, I have another idea for the jjk men hybrid. So I have been thinking, how about a shy and quiet bunny hybrid fem reader..? You can choose who it would be too. I believe it would be a fun time reading these with various different hybrid for the reader, as well as jjk characters, no? Also, it would be a fluff oneshot for this one ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

Notes: Hi I hope this is what you meant? different Hybird readers with different men? if you didn’t I think I over indulged. Sorry some of them may be repeated because I kept running out of ideas.

SEPARATE Pairings:Bunnygirl!FemReader, Kittygirl!FemReader, Beargirl!FemReader, Foxgirl!FemReader x nonjujutsu!Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami

Tags: no warnings just fluff! And also the Hybrids are you but with ears and a tail that’s all!

Gojo- and his Shy Bunnygirl!Hybrid

Ever since Gojo had met you in the home for animal hybrids he immediately brought out his black card. He wanted you and you specifically. Though you were sat in the corner looking dazed and bored his first thought was how he could probably transform you into a carbon happy messy just like him! It’s perfect! You’re perfect.

As soon as he brought you home you stood in the door way, swishing on your feet nervous, every move he made was met with a quick freeze of your body watching his every step.

It took a while to get you nice and comfortable but a few months later you’ve been allowing him to touch your ears! You’ll allow him to grab your head and push it towards his lap, while he rubs from the tip of your ear down to the base, it always makes you shiver. Satoru has a hard time reading you, if something displeases you, you don’t outright tell him he has to slowly get it out of you. He doesn’t mind though he thinks it’s cute!

The fluff of your tail when you walk is outright adorable, when you feel his stare on you, you’re so quick to turn away and walk backwards away from him and to your shared bedroom. Satoru has learned that you love being read to, you can read perfectly fine for a hybrid but theres something about you and him in bed while he reads and describes to you what’s happening in the book, you have the most content facial expression every time.

Geto- and his Kittygirl!Hybrid:

You are very well behaved with some exceptions and Geto loves that, you never resort to begging for his attention because he gives you plenty of it, you’re just a well behaved girl.

The place in which you love the most is resting on his back: no literally, Suguru has tried to get you to maybe cuddle with him but you continuously insist to slouch on his back, within a good 10 minutes of him rambling you’re snoring. And moving is just not an option, he feels your sharp nails dig into his back over and over when he adjusts his arm or maybe stretches a little, he’s stuck for a good hour or two.

Your purring drives Suguru to his end, it’s just way too cute. When your in his lap watching movies, if he starts to listen really hard he can hear the deep rumble in your chest before you start to vibrate softly, he moves to bring you closer and give you a small kiss on your cheek.

You love braiding Sugurus hair, the beautiful jet black never ceases to amaze your eyes, the length is well tamed and always well trimmed he never skips a day to take care of it. He’ll have you sat on his lap facing him while you braid the ends and he scratches behind your ears and rubs your tail.

Toji- and his Chubby!beargirl!Hybrid

Days spent with Toji are quite lazy, its mainly you lying on his chest while he watches boring boxing matches, youre so quick to flip your attention somewhere else, he has a hard time keeping you in one place: on his chest whilst he rubs your back , but nooo you see a butterfly on the patio and immediately want to inspect it.

Toji adores your body when you are lying on him, he prods and gropes as a sign of affection nothing more, especially when your chubby fingers are intertwined with his.

Toji can be a bit mean sometimes, especially when he deems something you did dumb, but never has he raised his voice at you. He thinks of it as a funny type of dumb, something that he can easily help you though so you don’t repeat the same mistake. And when you do get it correct with time he’ll rub your ears and praise you: of course he expects praise back for doing a good job of teaching you and you do give him the same energy.

You are laziest slacker ever, Toji takes on almost all the house work, he’d never in a million years think he’d be lifting you off the floor so he can finish vacuuming in that spot just to plop you right back down. You’re even lazy when it’s time to eat, he’s towering over you egging you to come sit at the table all he sees is a twitch of your ear, oh so you definitely heard him but make no attempt to move, he grabs your plush body and walks with you towards the kitchen.

Nanami- Foxgirl!Hybrid

Kento has a hard time controlling or even getting you to listen to a command, he finds you completely impossible. The sweet smile you provided him with through the process of getting you were just all lies and you sure are damn good at it.

Nanami has noticed how much you love the cold, it just makes as an excuse for you to constantly be under him, rubbing on his chest and neck, you don’t offer any room for him to move, glaring at him every time he tells you he has to use the bathroom and no you cannot follow him in there, that’s the little time of privacy he gets to relax and he won’t have it interrupted no matter how much you whine and cry at the door.

Nanami sometimes takes you to the office when he’s really busy and just doesn’t trust you to be alone and not destroy his house from the inside to the outside. So he trudges alone with you behind him: hearing the ding of the elevator and all eyes are on him, then are immediately on you. The office workers absolutely adore you, as soon as Nanami stalks off to go do some important things they’re on you, petting your hair and rubbing all over your ears. Cooing at just how sweet you are (you aren’t) the praise turns you into complete mush with a cute stretched out grin on your face as they shower you with love.

When you’re both done at the office and he hasn’t heard a single complaint about you: he’ll reward with you with some delicious street food; specifically your favorite. He can’t help but have a warm smile on his face as you attempt to coerce him into giving you a share of his food.

Your tail thumps his leg over and over in a sign of every lasting happiness, you lean over to press many kisses to his face because you love him so much.

#zsworks #fem reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x reader #geto x female reader #geto x reader #nanami x female reader #nanami x reader #toji x female reader #toji x reader #hybrid reader #jjk x hybrid reader #Jjkzsworks

[mochimooon]

Slow Burn - gojo satoru x reader 18+

pairing: Gojo Satoru x afab! Reader summary: It's been a while since you've been intimate with anyone, and thankfully Satoru is patient (eager) to indulge you. word count: 4k+ notes: Newly established relationship, reader and Gojo have yet to do the deed. Not much plot here, other than gratuitous smut and fluff, featuring soft! Gojo. A more sensual smut piece. no-curses AU warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Kisses scattered along your jaw, skin prickling with goosebumps. Shadows of heat on your neck spurred a sensation within every nerve of your body—a phantom feeling reborn. 

Satoru’s ministrations grew hungrier, kissing every inch of skin along your neck and jaw as though you’d disappear before he got a chance to leave his mark anywhere. Your hands on his shirtfront tightened to keep him close, your mind was slowly entering a path towards bliss. 

Your jaw was captured by Satoru’s hand, craning your head to meet his lips with yours. 

He pressed a smile to your lips again. “Don’t get away from me. I’ve been wanting you all to myself.”

Dazed eyes peeled open, lost in the bright blue, you surrendered. 

Satoru’s smile widened, giving you another kiss. “That’s it. Not so hard, huh? Just be good for me.” His tongue probed your mouth for entry. 

Feeling the stroke of his tongue along yours, he’s infected you with the same vigor. You tugged his shirt at first, only to loosen your grip in favor of carding your fingers through the back of his hair.

You swallowed his moan, digging your nails into his scalp to steal more. 

Satoru’s pace quickened like a spark turning into a flame. The weight of his body pressed onto yours, the bulge between his legs sent a shudder down your spine. There was a rough squeeze of your breast through your blouse and a swipe at your nipple. 

Arching your back to chase the sensation, Satoru released your mouth for air, latching onto your neck seconds later as his free hand found the fly of your jeans.

The button came apart, a finger ghosting just above the waistband of your panties. You snapped out of the pleasure, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Wait.”

Satoru swallowed, hair at a disarray, and you fought the urge to ravish him in that moment. He pressed himself up, easing his weight on your body. “Everything okay?”

Biting your lip, you nodded.  He looked dubious. The tightness between your lower bodies was dizzying. He cleared his throat, concern hanging like a shadow over his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Again, you nodded, albeit hesitantly. 

Satoru tilted his head. “I don’t think that’s true…” At your silence, Satoru grinned, “Should I take a guess?” His hand reached to cup your face, stealing a kiss. “What’ll you give me if I guess right?”

You savored his delicate touch and playful demeanor, both confirming how much you wanted him right then. You were a little nervous, however. 

“It’s been a long time,” you preempted, heat rising to your face. “Since I’ve…had any action.”

Satoru blinked, lips pursing together. 

A few months of dating, you had failed to tell Satoru about your dry spell. When you two had met, there was no mad rush to hop into the sheets despite Satoru’s incessant flirting. To your surprise, he was fine taking things slow at your request. But you never divulged that it was because you hadn’t had sex in well over a year now. 

“I want to—” You rushed to add, fiddling with the collar of his shirt again. “I’m just out of practice…” Your face blazed, you struggled to hold Satoru’s stare. 

While you had plenty of sessions alone, you couldn’t fathom what it felt like anymore to be intimate with someone. To have a body pressed against your own. Fantasies could only do so much, and they could never compare to the real thing.

Silence crawled by, so slow, you sank into the mattress in hopes that it would help you disappear. 

But Satoru was not someone to let you escape. His thumb stroked your cheek, his warm breath fanning over your forehead, leaving you dumbstruck. 

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “We can keep waiting. I can wait.”

Your throat went tight, biting back a whine. Waiting was the last thing you wanted to do. You’ve done enough of it, holding off until you connected with someone you trusted. And you continued to deprive yourself when you met Satoru despite the desire to have this very moment with him. 

It was the longest streak you’ve been on. After your last break-up, it was only meant to be temporary. But the longer you went without it, the more clarity you unlocked, and you were content as is. Then Satoru came into the picture. Finally, you were ready, but you were scared. 

“No,” you said. “I want to right now—” You added at Satoru’s furrowed expression. “I’m a little nervous. I want it to feel good for both of us.”

“I want you to feel good,” Satoru said. “If that means waiting, then I’ll keep doing it. I’m creative, I can always make you feel good in other ways.” To prove his point, he took your hand, kissing the knuckles with a tenderness behind his blue eyes.

Having known Satoru for a while, you knew everything he said was always sincere. You didn’t know how you got so lucky to finally meet someone with integrity. A man who was confident with every right to be. Someone who had the charisma to be both quick-witted and soft. A man who listened to you when you were silent, who was patient with you when you weren’t sure you deserved it at times. A man that you trusted. A man that was yours. 

Some of the worries faded away, outstripped with the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. 

Caressing Satoru’s face, he watched you with a patience that everyone else had noticed was only ever offered to you. His eyes flit shut for a moment, unable to resist the drag of your fingers in the back of his hair. 

You pushed yourself up to surprise him with a kiss to his lips. 

He responded in favor, allowing you take the lead, genuine in that he wanted to go at your pace. But tonight, you would surrender, and let Satoru take the reins. 

Your question met his lips. “Can you make me feel good?” Another question kissed Satoru back to life. “Will you touch me?”

Satoru’s expression brightened. He deepened the kiss, guiding you to rest your head back onto the mattress, pinning you there. 

He released a breathy laugh, voice coming out like smoke. “That’s what I’m here for. To spoil you.” He kissed you again. “To take care of you. And…” He pulled back, meeting your eyes, a playful glimmer in his. “To worship you.”

Satoru crouched lower, his mouth slithering away from yours to nip at your jaw. 

The flush you felt in your body was nothing compared to Satoru’s warmth creeping along your skin. 

“Where should I start?” Lips pressed below your ear. “I’m not sure where to grab and touch you first.” 

He was at your neck. Your pulse throbbed at the light sting of his teeth grazing that area. 

“Maybe your waist…” Satoru’s hand roamed between your bodies, fingers pushing into the flesh of your waist, trailing his touch upwards. “Or should I start with your pretty tummy?”

You breathed in sharply as Satoru’s fingertips trace the bare skin of your stomach beneath your blouse, snaking its way up.

“There’s also this.” He palmed your breast over your bra, face hovering over yours again, grinning into your lips. “Two of them to be exact.” 

He squeezed, catching your whimper in the kiss. 

“Should I let my hands explore and decide? I don't know if I can stop at one. I might have to touch you everywhere. When it comes to you, I just want to be greedy.”

Another squeeze of your breast and you moaned, giving Satoru reentry into your mouth. 

The pace of his tongue was perfect—unhurried, but enough to stoke the fire sparking in your lower belly. Nothing can stop you from moaning freely and clutching onto his shirtfront.

“Fucking adorable, the way you respond to me,” he husked. “Might have to take extra time with you, just to indulge myself.”

Your body had gotten so feverish just from the playful taunting. It was so in character of him to be snarky with charm wrapped around it like a silk tie. You don’t know how you managed to withhold yourself for so long when Satoru entered your life. His smile, his voice, everything about him tested your willpower daily.

True to his word, Satoru’s hand roamed various parts of your body, wandering, groping, like he needed to commit every inch of you to muscle memory. And every stroke, every firm squeeze, you were like a firefly brought to life from his touch, hips lifting to buck against his front. 

Satoru pulled back from your lips, a surprised chuckle pouring out. “Oh…I feel the exact same way. I’m sure you’ve already caught on.” He sank lower, nudging you with the bulge in his jeans. 

The pressure sent you into orbit. To be this close, after a while of being untouched. 

“Oh, Satoru…”

He hummed his appreciation, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands crept into your shirt, slinking past your bra. 

He’s smooth when taking it off, letting it fold slowly up your arms. When it slipped off, Satoru’s weight disappeared.

You blinked, confused. Not even the grasp of his hands on your hips gave you a clue until he pulled you up and brought you to his lap.  

He groaned at your weight, and you felt the tightness in his jeans, stealing a glimpse at the outline of his cock beneath denim. 

“Did you want me to…?” You pressed on his belt's buckle, pausing when Satoru shook his head. 

“Not yet, gorgeous.” He leveled you with his gaze, half-lidded, caught between desire. His hands ran up your back, holding you securely as he placed his forehead against yours, breathing your name. “Fuck…I love holding you.”

Heart racing, you stroked his nape. Despite the tension between your bodies, you liked being held like this. It was a place you were content with. And you’re grateful once again to have waited for Satoru to find you. 

“Oh…” he moaned, reeling you in for an embrace, hot breath on your shoulder. “Can’t be selfish. As greedy as I want to be…” Lithe hands undid the clasp of your bra. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll always be about you.”

Pulling you back, the straps fell away from your shoulders, and Satoru waited, meeting your eyes. 

You nodded and he peeled away your bra whilst holding your stare that for a second you forgot you were topless on his lap. 

After a beat, blue eyes lowered, a blissful sigh rushing out.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers experimentally along the flesh of your breasts. “I bet this’ll feel good when I do this?”

Your chest pumped closer, nipples hard and chasing after Satoru’s featherlight touch.

“Yeah?” Satoru taunted playfully, rubbing your nipple with his thumb a little faster. 

Your head draped backwards, pushing your chest out, arching your back. Satoru’s other hand kept you from falling, and your hips grinded on his lap. 

Satoru rasped your name, his breath humid against your other nipple. “Oh baby, you should see yourself. Back arched, tits too pretty to ignore. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

You hissed, bucking into him roughly as his lips sucked on your breast. You couldn’t help yourself, your back arched deeper, but you didn’t have to worry about falling. 

Satoru anchored both hands behind your back, fingers splayed out like a net to prevent your escape, while seizing the opportunity to spoil your chest with his attention. 

Nipping, sucking, biting, a cocktail of pleasure sprouting marks on your skin that after tonight, you’ll be reminded of this moment thereafter. 

When Satoru was satisfied, he licked between your breasts in a slow drag of his tongue. Up, then down, planting a kiss on your stomach and then to your ribcage. 

Despite the stiff denim, there was a twitch in Satoru’s lap, reeling you back up and enfolding your arms around his neck. 

It was the first time that night that you’ve taken more control, holding him so close, refusing to take a breath, content to pass out from the passionate kiss. 

Satoru’s hands roamed your back freely, squeezing the muscle and skin that you didn’t mind the pinch of his nails when he held too tight. 

But it was him that broke away and together you pulled his shirt off, leaving a split-second to be apart before reconnecting like magnets.

Making out with him was natural, something you had done enough times, hesitation was nowhere to be seen. And as the passion ramped up, testing your limits, everything continued to feel right with Satoru. The slide of his tongue, the nibble of his teeth on your lip. You wanted more, scratching along his shoulders to convey that. 

“You gonna mark me, baby?” Satoru said between kisses. “You want everyone to know I’m yours? Mark me, scratch me, whatever you want, I’ll always be yours.” 

A shaky gasp pulled from your throat, the ember in your stomach crackling at the statement. And so, your nails dug into his flesh, raking down the backs of his shoulders, your ownership carved into strong muscle.

He hissed, moving to your neck, chuckling as his hands swept along your back. “That’s it, make me yours. Because I’m going to make you mine.” Teeth sank into your neck, tongue swirling along the skin, feeling the rush of blood gather there.

You scraped his back again, your own teeth biting into his shoulder, an exchange of primal possession.

Satoru’s mouth left your neck with a pop! as he stood up. It wasn’t even a matter of effort to carry you, so graceful within the few steps he took before he seated you on a different spot along the bed.

Your back hit the headrest, knees bent and spread as Satoru kissed you again. You were quick to catch him before he pulled away, cupping his face to continue kissing him. 

Satoru breathed a laugh, letting you steal as many kisses as you desired until you needed some air. “I’m here,” he said, staring at you with pure adoration. Had you been on your feet, you would have swooned. 

Fingers hooked into the top of your jeans. 

Satoru stilled, eyes on you. “These are coming off.” Although it was a command, you knew it was permissive. While Satoru had the reins, you had the power to take them back at any time. 

You wouldn’t dream of it. Goosebumps scattered all over your bare skin, hardening your nipples in anticipation. You nodded your consent. 

Like with the removal of your bra, Satoru kept his stare locked with yours, never flitting away as he dragged your jeans and panties off your legs. 

You shivered again to be naked, the first time in front of Satoru, and as he held your gaze, and leaned closer to kiss you, every drop of blood warmed back up. 

Finally, Satoru pushed off, gaze dipping at the center of your thighs. 

Even on the bed, on his knees, you felt so small compared to him. You watched his expression darken slowly like the phase of the moon and silent as night. 

His hands took your knees and pulled you apart wide, spreading you out for his attention.

You were so wet, you averted your gaze, something Satoru was quick to notice. 

“Ah-ah. Don’t get shy on me,” he teased. “Don’t you want to watch me ravish your beautiful pussy?”

Always charismatic, the vulgarity dripped like honey in Satoru’s voice. He could say the filthiest thing to you and you’re sure it’d fill you up like a mouthful of sugar.

Satoru’s lips curved like a fiend, and he could tell that you liked him talking dirty. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He lowered his face. “And I knew when you’d let me, that your pussy would be so wet and ready for me taste.”

You had envisioned this moment yourself, in various scenarios. But nothing compared to the sight between your spread thighs, held in a strong grip. Blue eyes swallowed in lust and Satoru’s beautiful face leveled with your pussy. 

On instinct, you spread yourself more open with Satoru’s aid. 

“Can this be mine?” A tender kiss to your clit had you nodding your head quickly. 

“Yes,” you stuttered. “Yes, Satoru, it’s yours, I’m yours.”

He smiled, kissing you there again and again until you whined, sliding down the headrest, pussy chasing after his mouth. 

Satoru lifted you back up by your spread legs. He kissed your forehead and then was back between your thighs, arms holding you open and diving his tongue deep into you.

A sharp hiss slipped past gritted teeth. Satoru’s tongue moved and stretched you open.

“Look at me,” he growled. 

You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed, reeling from the initial contact. And the look on Satoru’s face had you spellbound. 

Moisture shining on his lips, split by an impish smirk. 

“Don’t look away from me,” he said. “Just keep these pretty legs spread open so I can make you gush on my mouth.”

You’re not given a moment to respond, bucking your hips and moaning to be reunited with Satoru’s mouth. 

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer as he greedily ate you out. “Satoru—ah!”

He pulled you wider apart, a pleasant strain in your inner thighs bloomed. You didn’t care if you cramped up, you’d gladly stay like this. 

His mouth moved to suck on your clit, pinning you with his stare, sharp enough to prick your resolve. 

“Satoru, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t falter, didn’t stop, didn’t hurry, kept the pace at the perfect languid flow that had your thighs quiver, a gasp rising from your chest, and your release spilling onto Satoru’s mouth.  

A dark moan was heard from between your legs, and as you blinked away the stars from your vision. Satoru’s eyes had rolled back, slurping up your mess, a potion meant for him. 

The muscles in your thighs had numbed at some point, and the blood slowly trickled back when Satoru set them to rest on the bed. 

You had sank deeper, head and shoulders on the headrest, and your back now dipped into the mattress. 

A delicate hand brushed along your jaw, and Satoru’s shadow spilled over you. 

“Delicious,” he said into your lips. “So, fucking delicious.”

You let him take the lead, still recovering from your orgasm, the muscles in your thighs still asleep. 

“Do you want to stop here?” 

This brought you back to life and you blinked up at him with wide eyes. 

Satoru chuckled, kissing your hairline. “Aren’t you cute? One orgasm isn’t enough for you, huh?”

You swallowed, shaking your head, and then pulled him in for another heated kiss. 

Satoru obliged, spoiling your lips, your jaw, and neck, talking and teasing through it all. He breathed your name. “Tell me. What else baby? Because I have an idea.”

You smiled, humming to feel his fingers play with your wet heat. 

“It involves this pretty thing again.” Satoru slapped your folds, flicking your clit. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

You bucked your hips up in answer. 

“Should I make you guess?”

Another buck of your hips and another light smack to your pussy. 

“I fucking love the way you respond to me,” Satoru said, rewarding you with a finger slipping inside of you. “The pretty sounds you make.”

You released a long hum, filling Satoru’s ear with your appreciation. “Another Satoru, please.”

“Of course, baby,” he said, another finger joining the other. “I’ll give you anything you want. I could never deny you.” He pumped his fingers, drowning them in your slick. “You feel amazing like this. So wet and ready for me.”

You whined, nodding again, desperate, and needy. You’ve been starved for too long, you had never felt more ready than you do now.

“Are you sure?” Satoru husked. 

“Yes, yes.” Licking your lips, you found your voice. “I want you, Satoru.”

And your heart warmed to see his eyes light up behind the dark lust, a voltage sparking with the familiar tenderness. 

He lifted off a little, to undo his belt and remove his jeans. He dragged everything off, including his boxers and your mouth fell open in a low moan. 

Erect, endowed, thick, with a beautiful vein dipping along the shaft. Your pussy fluttered, aching to be filled. 

Satoru took your hips, pulling you lower so that your head laid flat on the bed. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

You nodded as he fell forward, the tip of his dick nudging your entrance. Even that felt big, but you refused to deny yourself of the chance to have him fill you up. 

Satoru brought your hands above your head, lacing his fingers with yours, blue eyes pouring into your gaze. You understood and nodded once more. His lips kissed you the same moment his dick pushed forward. 

Together you hummed, delirious from the contact. 

“You’re…perfect,” Satoru breathed, slowly sinking deeper. 

“Oh…” The stretch was addictive. “Satoru…you feel so good.”

“If you like that,” Satoru said, playful. “There’s more of me waiting.”

Inch by inch, Satoru buried deeper, and you don’t know how much more there’d be. But you didn’t care. You’d accommodate all of him, the man that you waited so long for. You could survive waiting a little more. 

Thankfully, there was no need because his hips met yours and a moment past like that, connected like two puzzle pieces that finally found each other. 

“Are you alright?” Satoru asked, squeezing your hands. 

“I am. Are you?”

He grinned. “I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing I feel right now.” He kissed you, hungry, his restraint withering by the second. 

Like how he refused to deny you, you weren’t going to deny him. 

“Satoru, please, move.” You laughed. 

The slide of his dick as it pulled out had you whimpering from the sudden emptiness. It was short-lived because Satoru pushed back in, moving in a pace that matched a sunrise, a slow burn, but every second worthwhile. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” Satoru thrusted a little faster. “Let me be greedy like that, yeah?” He strained a laugh. “You okay, baby?”

You gasped. “Yes.”

His rhythm quickened, punctuated with a kiss to your lips. “I’m yours, okay? And you’re mine.”

“Yes, Satoru.” You held onto his hands tighter, reveling in him doing the same, crushing them into the mattress. 

His thrusts were needy, fast, urgent. “I love the way you feel,” he grunted around a smile. “Every part of you is perfect.”

He released your hand to rub your clit, reigniting every sensitive nerve. 

You whimpered, bringing your free hand to hold onto his, rubbing your clit together as stars burst into your sights again. 

“That’s it.” Satoru pumped faster now, you could feel his dick pulsing with urgency, and his words clipped. “Knew you’d need a second orgasm. That’s—what I’m here for. To spoil you, and to worship this—beautiful soul of yours. I—”

A low groan cut Satoru’s ramblings, echoing in the room, filling the air with his release, and a warmth spreading along your walls.

“Fuck…” Satoru breathed deeply, blue eyes glossed over, and a lopsided grin spread on his face before he kissed you like he had done a million times already. “Oh baby—that was—phenomenal—you’re—fucking—perfect.” 

The affirmations were strewn along your face and neck with such enthusiasm, the tickle of his lips had you squirming and laughing. 

He pulled back with the same grin and dived back to your neck to pepper more kisses there, stealing more laughs.

“Satoru!” You wriggled underneath him. 

“Hm? You don’t want me kissing you anymore?” he teased, nosing your neck. “I’m not done spoiling you yet.”

Eventually, he relented, opting to roll you over so that you were lying on his chest. His hand trailed up your back, fingertip spinning lazy circles onto your shoulder. 

“How’d you feel?” Satoru filled the silence as he always did. 

Relieved, satisfied, happy. It had been a long personal journey for you. The initial jitters had melted away, and it was all thanks to the patient man that held you close to his heart. 

“I feel good.” You craned your head to look at him. 

He smiled, taking the back of your head, and pulling you in for a long, heated kiss, foreshadowing what he said next. “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.” ☻

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo x you #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #mochi-writings

[highdefhoetry]

jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

Gojo

Gojo is playfully sadistic, and you discover that the hard way. He finds out how ticklish you are very quickly; he’s handsy, and painfully observant. You try to stifle your laughter and keep your body still every time his large hands roam around your waist, but nothing gets past his Six Eyes. He sees how hard it is for you to hold back your reaction, how much your body trembles when he caresses you gently. It’s not long before he starts tickling you for real, cherishing the sound of your wild giggling.

Now that he knows you’re ticklish, it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you. Your stomach seems to be his favorite spot, but he’ll get you anywhere if he has access to it. He uses his size and strength to his advantage, often pinning you down so tight you can barely move. When he’s got you trapped, he grins down at you with that feral smile of his, one that sends icy shivers down your spine. He loves watching you try struggling to break free, knowing it’s futile, knowing you have no way to escape what’s coming until he’s satisfied and lets you go. Then, after a few long moments of anticipation, he starts tickling every inch of your body, poking and prodding into your sensitive skin as he searches for your worst spots. And when he finds them, he teases you endlessly.

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

“You cryin’? Can’t take it? That’s too bad. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He gets so excited, grins like a madman as he watches you giggle and squirm beneath him. And when he finds out you actually like it? It’s all over. He teases you whenever he can, just to see you get flustered and shy, then tickles you even more.

And after seeing how much fun he has tickling the shit out of you, you start to wonder if he’s got a thing for it, too!

Geto

Geto finds out you’re ticklish pretty easily. He did it one day when you were having one of your lighthearted arguments and was amused at how easily his tickles took you down. Now, he tickles you mostly just to annoy you, but also because he thinks it’s cute how sensitive you are. He seems to focus more on your sides and underarms, since those are easiest for him to grab on a whim. He’s a fan of interrogation, often tickling you until you agree to do or say what he says. 

“Give up yet? I’m not stopping until you do!”

“Beg all you want, I’m gonna keep tickling you if you don’t do what I say!”

He laughs along with you, soaking up your sweet laughter and bubbly smile. He’s usually more playful than mean, letting up when you admit defeat or agree to his demands, but sometimes he has a cruel streak. One time, he tickles you until you have tears in your eyes and can barely breathe. His big hands roam up and down your body, tickling your helpless body as you shriek and squeal. Even when you say uncle, he keeps going while laughing along with you. When he finally lets up, it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath. He feels a little guilty for tiring you out, so he gives you plenty of hugs afterward and apologizes for going too far.

But when he finds out that you actually like being tickled, he just smiles and laughs a little to himself. 

“Really? No wonder you always antagonize me. I guess I’ll just have to tickle you more, then.”

And he does! He might not be as into it as you are, but he loves doing it anyway. Especially because that means he gets to see your beautiful smile.

Choso

Choso finds out that you’re ticklish by complete accident. And when he does, he plays it cool. He acts like he didn’t notice the way your body quivered when he touched your waist, or the quiet, squeaky noises you made when his hand ran down your side. He raises a brow, smirks softly as he watches you shiver from his touch, but he doesn’t comment on it right away. He waits for the right moment to get you, and when you’re least expecting it, he takes you by complete surprise. 

He straddles your waist because that gives him access to most of your body, and he knows you’re not strong enough to fight him off. He keeps a neutral face for the most part, but you see a small smirk creep across your face as you start to laugh preemptively. He’s the type to comment on all your reactions, not realizing how much his words are flustering you until your laughter increases in pitch.

“Woah, you’re already laughing before I even touch you? You must be really ticklish."

He has a lot of experience tickling other people, being a big brother and all. He knows which spots are the worst, and exploits them as much as he can. But he also finds your secret hidden spots, like the back of your neck and that crease between your thighs and hips. It tickles so bad you almost lose your mind.

“You laugh so hard when I tickle you here, this must be a bad spot for you."

And as he explores you more, he starts making guesses as to which spots are the worst.

“I just know you’re ticklish, riiiight… here.”

Then, when he's discovered all of your sensitive areas, he'll tickle you all over, giving plenty of attention to each little spot that makes you scream.

He’s mean in his own way, but he knows when to stop and give you breaks. After you’re done playing, he makes sure you drink water and gives you lots of cuddles. But of course, he'll sneak in a few tickles too, when you're least expecting.

He's pretty nonchalant when he finds out you like being tickled. He shrugs and gives you a half-smile, responding in his typical neutral tone.

"Tickling, huh? I should've known. That's pretty cute, though. Now c'mere..."

Nanami

Nanami loves punishment tickles, much to your surprise. You didn’t think a man as serious as him would be into something most people consider childish and juvenile. You thought wrong. 

Nanami was stern and tolerated no nonsense. You couldn’t resist messing with him and were constantly trying to get him to crack a smile or show any kind of emotion. You try tickling him at one point, gently poke his sides to see how he’ll react. His expression is unfaltering; it’s like you’re jabbing a rock. You give up, but find other ways to get on his nerves.

After acting like a brat all day without consequences, you’re taken aback when he suddenly grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. Fear strikes through your heart, and you wonder what he’s planning to do. Then, he digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you there until you scream. It comes as a complete shock, and since you didn’t see it coming, you find it impossible to control your reactions. He’s quite rough, opting for harder tickles instead of soft teasing ones, holding you firmly in place while you thrash around madly. He’s not messing around anymore; he wants to see you suffer. He keeps his expression hidden behind thick goggles and watches you writhe under his hands without a hint of a smile on his face, barely saying a word while he tickles you mercilessly.

“This is what you get. You just don't listen."

You try begging, bargaining, saying anything to get him to stop, but he keeps tickling you until you’re completely out of breath and worn out from all the struggling. 

“Are you ready to be good?” he asks as he grabs your chin, yanking it upwards after he finally stops. “Or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

Even if you say yes and promise to listen, he still tickles you more to show he means business. Then he pats your head and cups your cheek, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He may be strict, but he does cares for you.

Tickling becomes his go-to method when he wants you to behave. You pretend to hate it, but he can tell how much you love it. You wouldn’t keep bratting him so much otherwise.

Toji

Toji is a true sadist. He usually prefers harder play, but when he finds out how ticklish you are and how much it makes you cry and beg, he bares his teeth in a wicked grin and makes a habit out of tickling you incessantly. He becomes addicted to your suffering, often tickling you to the point of tears. And when he’s in this kind of mood, he won’t stop even if you threaten to piss yourself. He’ll mock you, parroting back your pleas and futile attempts to appeal to his humanity. 

“‘Stooop, it tickles!’ It’s supposed to, sweetie. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? Beg harder and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

He never does. His hands dig into your ribs, spider up and down your sides, attack you at random so you can’t anticipate his next move. He tickles hard, to the point where you can barely form words or sentences, and seems partial to your hips and thighs. The way he squeezes them and kneads your skin makes you shriek in a high-pitched tone that could break glass.

“Cry all you want. You can’t do anything to stop me.”

He’s right. All you can do is thrash around and pray that he’ll stop soon.

You’re a complete mess when he finally lets up. You feel your tangled hair plastered with sweat against your face and forehead as you gasp desperately for air, all while he smiles down at you like a wild dog about to chew up its toy. He looms over you, and you fear that he’ll start up again, but instead he leans forward and kisses your head.

“I like seeing you this way,” he says. “We should play again another time.”

Sukuna

Sukuna is a complete monster. A tickle monster, in fact. Having four strong arms comes in handy when you’re a ler, and when he finds out you’re one of those ticklish humans who absolutely can’t stand it, he takes advantage of you every chance he gets. 

The first time he tickles you is unintentional. He treats you like a pet, commanding you to sit next to him so he can caress and fondle your soft skin and supple body whenever he pleases. The tips of his long, sharp fingernails lightly graze your arms, shoulders, and neck, prompting a few spluttered giggles from you. He takes note of your reaction, strokes the same spots again, and smirks when you laugh and squirm around once more. He does this for a while longer, enjoying the stifled squeals that escape your lips and the way your body twitches with every touch. 

“What’s the matter, pet?” He teases as he slides a finger down your spine. “Hold still, or I’ll make you.”

At a certain point, he can’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists with two hands, then pins you down with your arms stretched above your head, giving him access to your entire upper body. Your heart bangs against your chest, drumming intensely as the King of Curses stares down at you with lust and hunger. With his two free hands, he starts to slowly stroke his nails up and down your sides, never relenting or changing the pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You can’t move a muscle, and there’s no hope of wriggling out of his grasp, so all you can do is laugh. He starts exploring you, lightly tickling your underarms until you scream and spidering your stomach with all ten fingers. Surprisingly, he seems to like giving you lighter tickles. Probably because those drive you insane more so than harder ones.

He doesn’t let you go until he’s had his fill of your laughter. Then, he leaves you to recover on your own as he tends to other matters. It’s what you’ve come to expect.

Later on, when he finds out you’re into it, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“What, you actually enjoy this?” He throws back his head to laugh. “You are an interesting human. I think I’ll keep you around.”

#tickling #tickle kink #jjk headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #Sukuna x reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk nanami #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[honeybubblegumpink]

Brother best friend | Gojo satoru

Genre : fluff , short ,

Reader who is suguru twin sister, who can't use Jujutsu but can still see curses, goes to a regular high.

An: got this idea when I was walk home from school. I bag was so fucking heavy it was almost 7kgs 😭

" suguru ~ where are you going?" The teenage boy with the sunglasses ask his best friend

" I'm picking up my sister from school "

" can I come along? " his face brighten having the idea seeing you again even though he just saw you yesterday.

Since they had nothing to do today because yaga-sensei was in a meeting with the the higher ups and other teachers, why not pick you up from school?

Every since you and Suguru came here in Tokyo you guys debate whether or not to rent a apartment . Since you go to a regular high school and Suguru to Jujutsu tech.

After a few months you decided to live with your brother in Jujutsu tech , because you barley go back to the apartment anyways and you guys can save up more money , even though you can't use cursed energy you can also do some side training with your brother and his friends

" where are you two going " shoko asked the duo

" we're off to pick up y/n from school " gojo answer with a beaming smile

" mind buying some refreshment on your way back? It's hot out here " shoko complained about the Suns heat

" sure "

" cya later , come on Suguru let's go "

" wait up, no need to rush we have plenty of time "

" look at those two guys over the at the gate! "

" wow they are so hot ! "

" why are they there tho? "

" look at their uniform, I haven't seen them around here"

" maybe they're fro. Those private schoolers "

You hear the crowd of girls say as you made your wat time the gate .

You sigh " why is it so damn hot today " you wipe the droplets of sweat of your face. Carrying your heavy bag you try to make your way out of the school. But the crowd of girls won't let you.

" excuse me coming through " you squeeze your way into the crowd but no avail.

" Suguru do you know which class y/n is?" Gojo looked at his best friends ignoring the girls behind them

" we are not allowed to enter satoru. Those are the rules of the school. No outsiders of other school are allowed " Suguru said looking at his best friend who lean back against the gate wall.

" what'a stupid rule. Honestl-"

" uhm hey! " their conversations where interrupted by two girls they both looked at her

" uhm we where wondering, if we could have both of your numbers " the girsl ask sheepishly

" sorry but I'm not interested " Suguru answered the girls then looked at gojo who still haven't answered yet

" welllll let me think " he taps his chin " hm I would like to give you my number....butttt I already have someone in my heart " the girls heart shattered and walked away feeling rejected.

" you could have straight up told them no " Suguru said to his friend

" what's the fun in that? "

" shattering a girls heart isn't fun satoru." Suguru said in a serious expression

" I'm sorry " satoru pouted earning pat on the back from Suguru

" excuse me , coming through " satoru ears purked up , hearing your voice from the crowd of of girls

" whoever it is must be totally super hottie, getting so many girls attention- "

" y/n ! " you turn around to see your brother and his best friend waving at you.

" oh I see why...." You deadpaned , so they where the who cause all the girls attention you thought.

" Suguru ~ " you wined calling out your brother which he just stopped walk and looked over at his shoulder

"Can you summon that flying stingray curse thingy, my bags heavy and I don't think can walk any further in this heat " you complained

" sorry y/n there's to many people " by people he ment the girls at your school, that's has been following the three of you.

" jeez can't they leave? " gojo said annoyed

" but my bag~" you wined slowly falling down dramatically until your on all fours

" stop acting like child will you y/n" your brother sigh help you get up by grabbing your school bag.

" come on hope on I'll carry you " gojo kneeled down

" really! Your the best! " you happily accept gojo giving you a piggy back ride.

" up we go." He lifted you , your arm around his neck as you sigh of relief

" what do you have in your bag anyways ? Stones ? "

" that damm professor said we had to bring those three big ass heavy books today and the audacity of him not showing up! "

" is she asleep? "

" yeah "

" I can feel her drool seeping through my uniform " gojo said still carrying you . They stayed silent for a while

" Suguru "

" hm ?"

" you know I like y/n right? " he turn to his friend

" like an open book."

It's no secret that gojo satoru have a crush on you. Suguru caught on the momment you step on Jujutsu high. It's was love at first sight gojo thought

" what you said earlier. About ' shattering a girls heart isn't fun ' I won't let it happen to y/n " satoru said seriously, turning to look at his best friend.

" I know, that's why I didn't stop you. If it was some other dude I would have break his bones already " that makes satoru chuckle a little

" watcha laughing about? " they both heard your sleepy voice

" nothing " they both said in sink , making you pout thinking you missed a good joke or something important.

#gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen

[xxsabitoxx]

Love, Don't Be Shy

Sweet like candy | Gojo Satoru x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Suggestive-ish content but mostly fluff

A/N: More Satoru fluffy domestic content to heal the soul.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k (exactly, may I add)

You sniffed yet another bottle of perfume, mildly thankful that you hadn’t given yourself a headache just yet. You were in desperate search of a perfume to surprise your boyfriend with, one that he would love and that would satisfy his insatiable sweet tooth. In hindsight, it would have made more sense to drag Satoru along with you. That way you’d know you picked the right perfume because he’d be there with you to tell you. But, you wanted to surprise him, so you set down the bottle you had just smelt and grabbed the coffee bean shaker yet again. Turns out coffee acts as a reset button for your nose, it was probably why you could still smell at this point. 

You reached for another bottle, grabbing a tester strip and spraying the contents twice. Shaking the paper so it would dry faster, you brought the strip to your nose and inhaled. You nearly gasped in the middle of the small store, immediately knowing that this perfume was the one. You grabbed the bottle, reading over the label and smiling as marshmallow, honeysuckle and vanilla were listed among other sweet scents. “Perfect…” you whispered triumphantly, knowing immediately that Satoru would love it. Within five minutes your two hour perfume excursion had ended and you were nearly bouncing home with the bottle in tow. 

You arrived home before him, giving you plenty of time to change into comfier clothes and practically douse yourself in the sugary sweet scent. As you threw yourself down on the couch, the front door to your shared apartment opened. “I’m home!” he called, not expecting you to be sitting on the couch. “Oh! Well hello.” he grinned at you, undoing his blindfold as he turned to shut and lock the front door. “Well hello to you too, mister.” you grinned as he tossed the blindfold on the dining table before striding across the room to practically tackle you with his affection. You laughed as he climbed on top of you, forcing you into a lying position as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You couldn’t contain your smile as you felt him freeze. 

Satoru sniffed once, twice, three times before pulling his head up to look down at you with creased brows. “You smell good, baby.” It was genuine but you could tell he was a little suspicious. “You think so?” you comment softly, hands reaching up to run through his hair. “I do, you smell really good, really sweet… I like it.” Satoru shamelessly bent down to drag his nose up your neck, smelling the perfume mixing with your natural scent. You laughed, the ticklish sensation making you squirm a bit before he stopped and placed a kiss on your jawline. “Did you buy a new perfume or something?” Still, Satoru wasn’t taking many breaks before his nose was somewhere else on your body. “I–ha–Satoru that tickles! I-I did buy a new perfume.” 

“Just for me?” he commented softly, placing a kiss on your chin, then your neck, shoulder, your sternum, inhaling each time he did. “Just for y-you…” you nearly hiccuped, having gasped in enough air to cause them. “That’s so sweet of you baby… fuck you smell amazing.” it seemed you had made the right choice, Satoru couldn’t get enough of it. “I’m so glad you think so, it wasn’t all that cheap.” you laugh again as he pushes himself up to hover over you, a goofy grin spreading across his lips as he looks down at you. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?” That goofy grin only seemed to grow wider as you became visibly shy. “Cmon love, don’t be shy.” Satoru cooed as he leaned down to hover his lips just above yours. “You’re so perfect.” 

This time you made a noise, something like a squeak as he laughed softly. “I mean it, you’re adorable to go out and buy a perfume you’d know I like… which is also very impressive. You know me so well, baby.” Your eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the teasing but genuine tone of his words. “Satoru…” you whined, head turning away from him just before he could slot his lips over yours. Instead, they landed against your cheek, causing him to hum in dissatisfaction. “I’ve seen every square inch of your body, I’ve been inside of your body, yet me calling you adorable, praising you, calling you love and baby has you turning into a flustered mess… I don’t get it.” He chided, laughing a little as you opened your eyes to look at him in surprise. “Satoru!” 

“It’s the truth! You get so shy when I praise you, which just makes you even more adorable.” this time he managed to land his lips on yours, humming in satisfaction as you easily gave in. It took Satoru a minute to process one other key thing, pulling away with a soft smack of his lips. “Vanilla lip balm… you’re full of surprises today.” you laughed again, smiling up at him with an equally goofy grin. “I know you love sweet things, Toru… I wanted to surprise you.” your eyes shifted over to a bag you had left by the tv stand, your empty perfume bag beside it. Satoru recognized  the bag color immediately, only one shop the two of you frequented had bags that color. “You didn’t…” he rasped out, cheeks turning pink. “Oh I did.” 

The bag was from your local “adult” store, flavored lubes were inside. “What ones did you get?” he questioned with dilated pupils, immediately intrigued by the idea. “Oh they have a ton, Toru. Salted caramel, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon bun, blueberry muffin, birthday cake…” he audibly groaned, shoulders shaking with laughter a moment later. “I love you.” it was so light and genuine that you could have melted on the spot. Giggling, you responded “I love you too, Toru.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally your lips before clamoring off of you to go look in the bag. “Holy shit you got them all?” all the flavors you had named plus a few fruity ones, just in case. “I did, the worker looked a little jealous.” You laughed as you sat up. 

“They had every right to be…” there was a new tone in his voice, one that had heat starting to pool in your gut. “We’re trying all of these tonight, I hope you know that.” You sighed, “Satoru, I have work in the morning.” but you knew that was a useless excuse. 

“Yeah? Looks like you’ll be calling out, baby.”

#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru #satoru fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo fanfic

[g0kotta]

Almost

There was always an almost with you and Geto.

Geto x f!reader. Mentions of death. This is fluff to angst. Spoilers for JJK!

Almost holding his hand.

The first year of Jujutsu Tech was interesting to say the least. Getting out of your comfort zone and meeting new people you would spend a lifetime with. It was all so sudden. You left your clan, your family behind and started a new life there.

Though after a while you managed to settle down. Your three classmates Shoko, Gojo and Geto were nice to be with. Shoko was calmer than the two and you formed a nice friendship with her faster than with them. She was there from day one, with a friendly smile on her face and a cigarette hanging between her lips.

The smell of cigarettes felt calming after a while. You always knew it was her walking around the corner and it felt comforting.

Geto and Gojo became your good friends a bit later on in the first year. As douchey as they were they understood that you needed time to feel comfortable around them and they respected that. They gave you personal space until you started talking with them more, going on missions together and coming back with tears in your eyes from all of the laughter.

It felt good. In those moments you almost forgot how much you actually missed home. Soon enough these three people became your second family.

And now as you lay on the grassy field at 3AM with Geto next to you, it feels right.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He turns his face to look at you. And as you do the same you think how angelic he truly looked. He was the opposite from Gojo, who had plenty of girls following him around and feeding into his already big ego, but you never really understood why. In your eyes Geto was the best looking guy you’ve seen. His now messy hair is free from the hair tie that always keeps his hair in place. It falls on his face framing it in a way that makes him look like a painting. His dark eyes meet yours as he awaits for your answer.

“Mhm..” you hum and give him a soft smile. “It’s a rough night.” you whisper. “The mission today sucked out my energy, but I just can’t stop thinking about the kids who died in front of our eyes. We almost saved them..” a frown etches onto your face as you sigh. “When I close my eyes that’s all I see.”

Geto shuffles closer to you and your hands touch.

“It’s not your fault.” He calmly states. “It’s life, (L/N). We’re trying to make it better, but you have to remember that we can’t save everyone.”

His hand tries to reach your palm, hold it in his bigger one, but before he can do that..

“Hey, guys!” Gojo’s annoying voice screeches. “You should’ve told me you’re having a slumber party or something.”

When he almost asked you out.

Geto was pacing around his dorm room. His hair is in a messy bun, he’s slightly irritated and you can tell by the way his eyebrows are slightly arched. He has a mean look on him and Gojo is confused as he has never seen his friend like that.

At first the white haired male doesn’t want to interfere as his friend looked out of it. ‘It’s like his whole family died’ he thinks as he keeps staring at Geto.

“Just calm down.” Gojo grins. “I’m sure everything will be fine. She likes you back for sure, dude. The way she looks at you? Like you hung the moon and the stars. Just believe in yourself, Suguru.”

“You don’t understand, Satoru. She’s different. I don’t want to ruin whatever we have.” His pace becomes faster. “I really care about her. I want her in my future. But what if she doesn’t see me like that? I can’t imagine losing her.” He frowns.

Gojo groans and stands up from Geto’s bed. He walks up to his friend and puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes it in reassurance.

“She likes you. You just have to calm down.” Gojo smiles warmly at his friend, supporting him. “I can see it with all of my eyes.”

Geto hits Gojo’s shoulder and both of them laugh. It doesn’t feel tense anymore.

Though no matter how long Gojo stayed in his room, Geto never got the courage to ask you out. Especially not after he saw you through his window. Laughing at what Nanami said.

When he almost kissed you.

“Ugh.” Geto groans as he looks at his notepad, slowly losing his hope to understand the subject. “This is bullshit.” He throws the pen on the table and rubs his eyes in frustration.

“You think?” You sarcastically roll your eyes while trying to comprehend what you were even reading right now.

“We’re failing this, (L/N).” He sighs and closes his notepad, putting it back in his bag. “I’m done with this. I don’t care anymore. Literally could give less of a shit.”

“I get it.” You smirk and stretch also giving up on understanding the topic of math. “It’s like this isn’t even real. Who created this theory?”

Geto stands up from the chair that he was sitting on and walks towards where you were seated on the carpet in the middle of your dorm room.

“Wanna do something else?” He raises a brow. “Like.. Watch a movie?”

“I don’t have any new ones.” You answer him quickly. “Unless you want to rewatch the same old five cassette tapes I have.” You say already knowing his answer. He lets out a huff and falls into your bed groaning mumbling something about how boring it is.

You grin and stand up shuffling towards the bed and fall onto his body and he gasps as he feels the weight of someone else’s body on top of his. He starts whining and you start laughing. The room erupts with noises as he starts an argument that you’re not even participating in. It feels fresh. It feels like spring when nature is reborn again. It feels warm and inviting.

As the laughs die down you to lay next to each other, looking at each other’s faces and studying them. He smiles at you softly noticing how your cheeks are dusted in pink. He reaches out and softly, as if you were made out of glass, he follows your features with his thumb. As if he was trying to remember how your face felt. It felt like he was an artist and you were the art.

He let’s out a noice of satisfaction and his grin gets bigger. He slowly starts to inch towards your face. You look into his eyes, feeling like your heart will soon jump out of your chest. Your lips are millimetres apart, but before they can collide, loud noises can be heard from the outside.

You two jump off of the bed in a rush.

Someone was attacking Jujutsu Tech.

When he almost..

Your heart is breaking. It was stupid. So so stupid. Your hands reach into your hair and you swear you could pull everything out. Your skin felt itchy and your stomach felt like it had butterflies trying to dig their way out.

It was crushing you. Your whole life you knew and had fell apart in a few hours. As you laid in your bed, holding yourself, trying to keep yourself from falling apart, your window opens.

You don’t even need to lift your head up to know who it was.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words you heard. “I wish things could be different.” He keeps on talking, while you stay quiet. Only broken sobs were heard from your laying body. “In another life we will be married and raising five children.” Suguru laughs bitterly, walking up to your bed. He sits down next to you and takes you in his arms. He wipes away your tears. "But the world we live in now, isn’t so kind to people like us."

“Five kids with you doesn’t sound so bad..” you whisper in tears “I hope that’s true.. And that in another lifetime things are different.”

Suguru lets out a soft chuckle, looking into your eyes. “Of course it’s true. I’m sure one of them will look just like me.” He gives you a warm embrace, feeling your tears on his chest. “Please don’t cry (Y/N), you’re making my heart ache.”

“You’re the one to say that.” Your voice breaks. “Why.. why are you choosing that path?”

“(Y/N)..” he hugs you tightly as if he always wants to remember the feeling of you laying on his chest. “Our paths are way too different. I’m sure you’ll find all of the answers on your own.” He smiles. “I can’t stay for long. They’re looking for me already.” Suguru leans in and for the first time your lips touch. Though rather than giving you joy it felt like he was taking everything away from you. It was melodramatic. He came to say goodbye and took your heart with him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and before you can do anything, he leaves. And as you lay in bed you realised that not only did he take your heart he also took away the warmth of summer and spring and left you alone with the coldness of winter.

As he leaves the grounds of Jujutsu Tech he stops for a second and looks back. With a sigh he turns around and leaves.

When he almost stayed.

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[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “Of Breads And Buns” - JJK Men

Synopsis: just Jujutsu kaisen men dealing with an oblivious (or are you?) reader—who’s all too focused on baking rather than the chemistry he’s trying to build.

— Word count: 1k

— A/n: Based on this ask here! Thank you so much to whoever requested it :) hope you enjoy it<3 (ps: I know geto is a bit different from request but I liked this better Lmao)

— Warnings: suggestive; mostly fluff + an oblivious reader; not proofread—may have typos

Gojo Satoru:

Stubborn. Just one word is to describe his indiscriminate efforts after you—he’s enamoured after all. It was simple really, Satoru had a sweet tooth, you preferred baking goods sweeter than most—from experience, he realised you were sweet too. And however could he control himself then? When you paraded around in the kitchen, an apron wrapped around you—save for the ganache stains you managed to land on your hand still—eyes focused into the dough at hand after than his careful eyes staring at you with adoration.

“Y/n,” Satoru found himself calling out cheerily—as per usual, a certain pull in his heart when he saw you smile back at him—god how he loved that smile of yours.

Hands outstretched you handed him a small box, his brows raised and a grin, “is it what I think it is?”

“Always,” you grinned back, waiting for him to open it, and as always, give you the best of reactions as he did—“How are these better than the ones I’ve- what?” He exaggerated it, always, you knew that but there was just a way in which it would warm your heart so you giggled.

“You’ve just got a master baker at hand Toru’” and he nodded, “Really the best,” his eyes landed on yours from behind his blindfold—how he wished you knew just how fond of you he was.

“But you know what’s sweeter?” A smirk lay bare on his face—a confused look on yours, “Yeah, plenty of things Toru’” you shook your head with an innocent smile, finding his question all too dumb to be asked.

He bit back a retort, keen to never say anything snarky to you, never to someone like you—“No but like, you know, right here. Between the two of us,”

A tilt of your head and an internal groan of his—“Why I don’t see-”

“-You,” his quick breath interrupted your own—minding it all too well to not let you ruin his line, “You’re sweet, the sweetest,” he paused, debating for a second too long on to whether he should let next part drop—he did, “Delicious if i must,”

A smirk he passed, seemingly confident but almost hilarious it was onto how he prayed that you would at least understand his words before chucking a punch at him in disgust.

A frown lay on your lips, a scrunch of your nose and then a roll of your eyes—“C’mon Toru’,” you got up, “You’re back onto saying mindless stuff? How could I even ever be delicious- you don’t know that until you eat me and that’s like, impossible,”

And just how he wanted to shout in your face that, that, was exactly what he wanted to do and a lot more.

Your words seemed defiant, now a frown lay on his lips—“Impossible, right.” And in that moment, that’s how it was—until you would perhaps grow another brain to add two and two together and understand his intentions.

You did however, notice hid frown and chuckled, “But it’s fine Toru’ I like your little stupid jokes,” and he smiled again—knowing all too well that crushing on you was the most tiresome job he’d picked up—“Yes Ma’am,” he grinned as he wrapped another one of your spare aprons around him, all too short on him, enticing a laugh from you—and he’d make sure to do the job right.

Geto Suguru:

Shameless. Geto Suguru could get away with a lot of things—something about that charming smile perhaps, or something to do with the polite apologies he would mutter. So it as lay, when the realisation hit him that you just didn’t ‘understand’ his flirts or his innuendos, all he wanted to see was how long he could continue before you would personally call him out on it. Smirks and glances, it would be long before you did so — and till then, he’d just enjoy the sight of you baking while he lounged around, uninvited.

“Freshly baked bread?” He prompted, as the bell in your bakery chimed the moment he entered—your gaze fell upon his, loosened hair falling in front of your eyes as you did so.

Ever the gentleman, he leaned forward with a smirk on his face, a raised brow of your own—his fingers moving to tuck your hair behind your ear—“You should do something about the loose strands,” your assistant muttered under her breath—a little too annoyed by Suguru Geto’s shenanigans.

A warmth spread across your face as you nodded, pulling away slowly with a lick of your lips—and a wink of his.

“Buns,” you replied slowly, looking at him as you kneaded dough for the next batch—“quite in demand these days,” he grinned as you turned around just then, bending a little to pick the baking tray—a huff you let out—a grin his, as he stared shamelessly at your form.

He hummed along, “Love myself some buns too,” he only ever chuckled as you turned around to face him again, “specially yours.”

Sometimes he pitied your assistant as he did now, for everything you and him put her through—a little cough she let out everytime he spoke such obscenities.

You smirked at his words—feigning your innocence, “You should get some, you know? Could give ya a discount too,” a mischievous smile you held as you roughly worked the dough—“Get into it doll,” he whispered, as if it were something so delicate—“Really wanna get into mounds you know? Work out that tension,” a groan he passed as you kneaded the dough he advised, “jus’ like that,”

Another cough—flustered, from the assistant.

“The dough of course,” Suguru added with a smirk as he got up, “I’ll let ya work your buns, bet it’ll be as soft and nice as you,” and with that, he was gone—as always.

“Y/n,” a whine you heard as you turned around, a blushing mess of your assistant, “You do know he’s flirting with you right?”

A laugh erupted from you as you shook your head, “Is he now then? Seemed like genuine help to me,”

A shove from her and you laughed more, “I’ll let him go on for a while I think.”

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[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ SERIAL ROMANTIC ; gojo satoru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode one ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.2k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ remember when we first met?

⊹ ⠀⠀ you might possibly be the least helpful person in the world when it comes to making a hinge profile...gojo can attest to that.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, gojo's a dick, swearing, best friends to lovers, love triangle

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"y'know, i'd appreciate it if you could help at least a little bit."

gojo can feel your hard glare targeting him, piercing into his skull like a red laser beam, yet still chooses to ignore you. he doesn't understand why you can't just finish unpacking later. you're kind of being a buzzkill. yes, he'd be a better friend if he continued to help you unpack your boxes and organize your cluttered dormitory; but he's got more important things to do. things that require his complete and utmost attention. things that are life or death on a college campus. things that will make or break his entire young adult experience...

...things like finishing his hinge profile!

"i promise— wait no. i pinky promise i'll put all of your shit away later, just tell me which photos to pick for this prompt, i'm stuck." he's begging and pleading for you to focus on him, which isn't unusual when dealing with a narcissist such as himself. c'mon. c'mon. gojo knows exactly how to win you over. it really isn't that hard. all he has to do is beg and whine a little, give you some puppy dog eyes, and you'll do whatever he says! there's no way he's actually going to put all of your clothes away; that'll take like...forever.

with an eye roll in response to the cheer of joy gojo lets out, you set your boxes to the side and lay beside him on the carpet. he can feel your nose tickling his neck as you lean close to see his screen, and he wonders why his heart skips a beat. eh, it's probably nothing.

"this is so dumb, satoru." you point to his screen, your finger directed at his favorite prompt so far.

don't hate me if i: have blue eyes

"okay, wait!" he flicks your forehead, laughing as you pout, and clicks on the 'add image' prompt. "it's like a thing now! girls hate guys with baby blues like mine!" being handsome is so hard nowadays.

if he asked anyone at jujutsu university who the biggest player on campus is, they'd name him off without blinking twice. while only being a freshman last year, gojo managed to become a household (or a dorm-hold?) name that'll be talked about for years after he graduates. there may be a possibility he's either flirted or made out with every girl in his graduating class, not including you, all in one school year. without the use of dating apps, he went on a total of eighty-seven first dates from august to june; albiet seeing a few girls more than a few times for some special alone time, if you get what he means; and he had the absolute time of his life and needs to recreate that thrill again.

"you don't need an app to get girls, you get plenty already."

ugh why do you always have to rain on his parade?

"obviously i don't need an app, but it's way more fun this way." he argues, "imagine if i hit a hundred first dates before may. i'd break last year's record."

"and why are you getting so butt-hurt about my dating life?" he's treading into dangerous territory. the two of you never talk about your romantic experiences, considering you never want to talk about them with him. "it's not my fault you had a total of...hm what was it? zero dates last year?"

"just find a fucking photo and get this over with."

yeah, your love life is off limits...

a chuckle rumbles from his throat as gojo continues scrolling through his camera roll, searching for a photo that screams 'boyfriend material'...or to be more specific 'one night stand material'. while he's searching for a photo that'll make girls want to sleep with him, he doesn't notice that his brightest smiles only appear in the photos with you. then again, he never notices you; and if he ever did, it's unlikely he'd date you anyways. you're his best friend. he doesn't want to ruin that. he can't ruin that, because then he'd have to imagine a life without you in it.

a particular picture stands out from the rest, and you choose to point it out. it's the two of you in your high school uniforms, standing side-by-side beneath the cherry blossoms after your third year graduation ceremony. his hair is slightly shorter and his height hadn't reached its full potential yet, but you look absolutely adorable— almost like a kitten that he's protecting from the no-good boys of the world (technically he belongs in that category, but that's besides the point).

"do you remember when we first met?" a soft hum is murmured in his ear and gojo finds the sound quite comforting.

he thinks for a moment, completely blanking as the memory escaped his mind, and takes a random guess. "middle school? english class?"

the look of disappointment on your face immediately tells him he's wrong.

"look it was a really long time ago, i know that at least." no amount of excuses will make up for his awful recollection, but he tries nonetheless. gojo satoru is a shitty friend. that's just how it is. you both know it and he tries his best to be better for you, however, he can't help the way he is. some boys are born to be boys. "i'm trying my best—"

"it's alright, just stop."

you're so upset.

"there are more important things to remember, really it's fine."

why are you so upset?

"i'm sorry," he mumbles. this feeling of guilt isn't familiar to gojo and he can't help but hate it. "i'll try to remember."

what is it that you were trying to reminisce about? he wants to know but he shouldn't pry any more, you're clearly done with the conversation and want to move on with a concentrated thinking face gracing your features. you look pretty. woah. you look really pretty. he's never thought that before. why hasn't he noticed before? suddenly, the thought of however many hinge girls want him isn't very appealing and he just wants to make you smile again. you're so pretty when you smile. his heart is beating ten times faster than usual and he's urging it to calm down, but it won't.

...maybe that's a good thing, though.

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[lymtw]

Fluff

Gojo x f!reader

Description:

Just some fluff about Gojo buying you fleurs.

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It’s almost heartbreaking, the reaction you had to Gojo surprising you with a bouquet of flowers. You’re frozen, looking at them like they’re some sort of otherworldly object.

“Hold on, did I get the wrong ones? I can go back. Here-“

“No, they’re so pretty. I love them.” You take them, closing your eyes as you smell them.

Gojo is still unsure of your response. You don’t look as happy as he expected. You’re quiet as you look at them, touching the soft petals as if you’re inspecting them for damage.

“Don’t settle for these if you don’t like them.” He laughs, reaching for the flower pot, ready to return them. He’s met with air—nothing in his hands. You pulled them back the second he reached for them.

“I want to keep them.”

“So, I did get them right? I remember you telling me your favorite flower once and I remembered how they looked, but not the name.”

“Yes, they’re perfect, baby. I love them so much.” You pinch his cheek.

He chuckles, retelling how annoying he must have been towards the workers at the grocery store, to you. “They were like, ‘these are the ones,’ all small and nervous and I was like ‘nuh-uh, that’s not right,’ in my big boy voice. I almost fought them, but it turns out they were right.” He laughs.

“You’re precious, ‘toru,” you chuckle. “Sorry if I scared you earlier. This is the first time someone buys me flowers, I guess it just caught me off guard.”

He briefly expresses the ‘OH!’ sign that illuminates in his brain.

“We’re in our twenties, love. There’s still plenty of time for you to receive more flowers.”

“I know,” you give him a soft smile. “It’s just… i’m so happy I didn’t have to ask for them. You always treat me better than I feel I deserve sometimes, and… and, I just love you is all. I’ll never shut up about this in my mind.”

Gojo’s heart pounds in his chest, watching how gracious you are about such a simple gesture. He can’t even begin to imagine your reaction to something bigger, like a diamond ring.

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[kentomilk]

ᴶᴶᴷ & ᴬᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ‧₊𓎩˚

with your partner yearning for an approachable gateway and immersion into your culture as well as an official introduction into your family, what better way to do that than with dumplings?

catalogue. fluff, modern au, pre-established relationship, written with fem!reader in mind; but no pronouns specified. cw: food preparation/ intended consumption, mildly suggestive (?) cultural traditions, domestic family teasing, mentions of children, alcohol consumption/ age not explicitly specified; but intended to be over 21 per US laws. wc: 1.2k thea’s preamble. by definition a dumpling is a small mound of dough flattened, maintaining a certain thickness for chew or absolute thinness, then filled with a well-seasoned paste/mixture, usually meat. like, gyoza 餃子, mandu 만두, xiao long bao 小笼包 which is my primary inspiration. BUT there's also lumpia from Indonesia and the Philippines, Italian ravioli, Indian modak, Polish pierogi, South American empanadas (i fucking love empanadas), pasteles, Ukrainian vareniky, Botswanan madombi, British pasty. my point is if you don't read into it too intensely, this is for anyone.

it was intended to be such an intimate moment and in their eyes the official inauguration to your family, as well as the perfect entry point into learning about your culture that you’ve only grown stronger and more confident in with age. and what better way to immerse yourself in another’s culture than through food?

with that being said…they tried, they really did.

it seemed simple in theory, add a decent bundle of the filling to the center of the wrapper, fold the wrapper over itself, and apply the liquid adhesive to seal the seams, crimping, folding, or rolling the seams shut as needed. simple right?

well apparently not, there’s a tray full of “complete” dumplings with tears in the dough and the filling either smeared or oozing out, over-filled, or not enough… and it's quite obvious who made those. the intricacy and swiftness that you and your parents achieved thus producing a quarter sheet pan’s worth, overwhelmed the poor baby. they certainly have their strengths lying primarily in physicality, but the agility and patience needed for such a small product outcome were not in their capabilities.

you reassured them that it wasn't uncommon to have such results, frankly, it was impressive for a first-timer that they didn't collapse from frustration. "you'll get it eventually, today you just relax." you consoled, rubbing your hand on top of theirs.

"plus, you're still considered a guest, you have plenty of time before you're officially let into the pack and forced to do the mountain of dishes or babysit." you chuckled.

to which they agreed, today their strengths would lie in being the human ladder to get objects from high-up places, refilling wine and liquor for the adults, providing sliced fruits, and just sitting at the table supervising the unspoken competition of who can make the most dumplings, replenishing scarce ingredients as needed to. salivating at the sight as well as the uncooked aroma from the fresh herbs and spices used. surrounded by family, engaging in lively or even profound conversations, no matter how shy they were initially.

rest assured, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, and maybe another time they’ll give it another shot, but for now, they’ll leave it to the pros.

EREN, JEAN ANNIE, GOJO, TOJI

their initial attempts were… admirable, but they weren’t satisfied with that. they wanted to do right by you, secure the approval of your family, and not feel absolute guilt at only contributing to the conversation and not the actual meal assembly process.

simply put, they're quite stubborn. they carefully studied each family member, the differing methods, and tendencies. from the angle of spooning the filling in the wrapper to the adhesive sealing— plain water vs. starch water?

they were determined, and with patience and encouragement from family, they were finally able to produce a perfect little flavor receptacle, savory and hearty. shrieking out an unexpected, "i did it!" that garnered a reaction that you couldn't help but laugh at either.

but they would not yet allow themselves even a minute victory until they garnered 100% of the acceptance, mainly from their own inner conflict of merit.

this may be their first time truly comprehending the phrase, ‘tasting the fruits of your labor’. and never had they had a sweeter meal, not in the literal sense of a saccharine feast. but the resolve and dogged attitude (stubbornness) was a taste that they would savor in the complete dish, something they would come to value greatly come the next culinary undertaking. "i made this!" they'd think to themself.

try not to be too surprised if you catch them in the early morning, meticulously crimping, folding, and rolling the edges of the wrapper, ensuring as little air as possible gets in the center, just as your grandmother taught them.

more than that it was an amusing sight seeing them nearly nude only wearing a pink frilly apron that you were gifted from relatives, "what do you think?" they teased, a question which you rolled your eyes at, considering they weren't asking about the food.

though you must admit, they did look incredible, for a rookie. and it was a beautiful sight to behold, an incredibly attractive person cooking in your kitchen, insistent on making you proud. i guess now the only issue lies in the lack of space in your freezer in contrast to the large batches of dumplings that are sure to last you months. let's hope this is an acceptable housewarming gift for the new neighbors.

BERTHOLDT, REINER, CONNIE , SUKUNA (hear me out), CHOSO

are we surprised? though they may not seem like the kinds to thrive in arts and crafts, their handiwork is nimble, and their dexterity is unmatched. they were initially slow to follow the instructions given to them, but after diligent observation, it was a task pursued and completed well. almost as if they too partook in similar repetitive affairs in their youth. sitting around the dining table, with heaps of filling and a lofty stack of dough wrappers, sometimes there’d be music in the back, but even if there was it would always be drowned out by the conversation that were being had. an endless variety of discussion topics, filled with light-hearted quarrels and absolute fits of laughter.

and if you’re being completely honest, it’s been approximately 5 minutes since the laughter erupted, and you can’t even remember what was so funny that you’re now clutching your stomach in what may be the best kind of pain, struggling to catch your breath and maintain composure. those were some of the memories you held dearly when you were younger, and it’s no different now. and with them by your side, falling in love over again with what seems like the acme of your joy, one they’d hope to preserve and maintain for as long as possible. a pride that one simply can't explain.

but where there is pride and inflated egos, there are grandmothers and aunties to humble you, making remarks comparing your tray to your partners.

"wowww, this is your first time, and they look perfect!" they'd exclaim, making their way around the table. "you should take lessons from them." they'd continue teasing you, whilst pinching your partner's cheek or slapping them on the back just a little too hard.

by the end of the feast, your partner certainly got the elders' approvals, no less by your parents, who absolutely adore them. it’s also a food they loved eating, lovingly introduced by you, and now you’ve made them even more of a fiend then they already were. fully enjoying the bonding experience this has facilitated, as well a first-hand experience to the little things that helped maintain your cultural identity.

and they would be lying if they weren’t completely consumed by the thought that one day you would be the ones your ancestors depended on to carry on the traditions. with the future generations of your bloodline, if not your own children by preference, then your nieces, nephews, and cousins, who are currently wrapped around their very finger. to them, a jungle gym to be climbed, a pristine and willing model for a family-renowned makeup artist, an unsuspecting outsider that could be the green light for some sweets that the parentals refused earlier, but they don’t need to know that.

ERWIN, LEVI, ARMIN, SASHA, MIKASA, GETO, NANAMI, SHOKO

above all a lovely bonding experience for you and your partner:)

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[sunshineting]

Just a lil drabble 😚

Dad!Gojo

Fluff w mention of sex

Imagine you and Gojo have a baby 😭

-Y’all’s daughter is the cutest little thing; inheriting your brown skin tone with his white hair and blue eyes.

-When Koyo was an infant, you would constantly wake up to her just staring at you with those big blue eyes. It was a bit jarring at first, you had to get used to it just like you did with Gojo. The creepiest, though, was once when you checked the baby monitor in the middle of the night and she was staring directly into the camera.

-Gojo loves that Koyo inherited your curls, they’re one of his favorite things about you. He tries his hardest to do styles on her, but they never turn out quite right. Plenty of times when he’d tried to do something as simple as pigtails they ended up crooked. He leaves most of the styles to you, letting you do all types of braids and twists on your baby.

-Potty training is hell; your daughter HATES pooping on the potty.

“Koyo, do you need to potty?” You ask. It’s been about two hours since she last went, and you’re trying to keep up a schedule. She shakes her head and continues playing with her blocks. Just to be sure, you walk over to her to check her pull-up. You smell it before you see it. Koyo catches onto you, so she starts running away.

“Satoru, come get your child!” You yell. And just like that, your husband appears with Koyo upside down in his hand. She’s just giggling like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

-Gojo spoils his baby. Oh, she’s spoiled rotten, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Daddy, I want this!” Your three year old points at an expensive toy kitchen set.

“How do you ask nicely, Koyo?” Satoru asks.

“May I have this toy please?”

“I say yes, but we gotta ask the boss. Well, mama, whaddya think?” He picks Koyo up in his arms and holds her at his level. The two of them stare at you expectantly, waiting on your response.

“Alright, alright. What color do you want?” You give in. Your daughter squeals and laughs with delight.

-When y’all sign her up for daycare, Gojo is more upset than you are. And that’s saying a lot. On her first day, you have tears brimming in your eyes. It hurts seeing your baby walk away happily into her new class.

“What if she needs me? What if something happens? She can’t go to school yet, she’s just a baby!” Gojo laments in the car. Your three year old is very smart and mature for her age, so realistically you don’t have much to worry about. Unfortunately, though, she has two very dramatic parents who love her dearly.

“Let’s go back and get her. We can go get her and she can start over tomorrow. I’ll be ready then,” he begs.

-To be honest, Gojo kinda eats as a dad. He’s super fun, but he can get serious. He’s so go-with-the-flow that anytime a hiccup happens in your meticulous plans, he calms you into believing everything will be ok. Eventually though, he wants another kid. Koyo is four already and he misses having a little baby.

“Cmonnnn let’s have one more. Koyo needs someone to play with and I miss the baby stage. Plus, you look so sexy pregnant. I love seeing you round with my babies. You know I love breeding your tight little cunt,” the last of his words are nothing more than a whisper in your ear. You end up folding for him that same night.

-Satoru definitely makes Megumi watch the kids when y’all need a night out. Megumi doesn’t mind too much because both kids are well behaved. All three of his students love your kids; Yuuji likes playing a little rough with your son, Kawa, and Nobara loves dressing Koyo up

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New Lengths

I CONTINUE TO PROVIDE ALL THE TRANSFEM GOJO CONTENT I WANT AND CAN'T FIND ELSEWHERE!!! this time back with the reader inserts! (there's a stsg transfem gojo piece on my ao3 account if anyone wants to read that too!) anyways sorry it's been so long since i updated this series, i got stuck for a while. once again huge thank you to cal (i forgot your url i'm so sorry update he's @dr-runs-with-scissors) bc he loves transfem gojo probably as much as i do and constantly encourages me to come back to her. love u friend 💜

series masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: ~2.3k | cw: transfem gojo (duh), gender neutral reader, fluff as usual, you trim her undercut, that's basically it lol

The progression of Satoru making changes to her appearance was gradual, and you’d been with her every step of the way, encouraging her to take things at a pace that felt natural to her. 

Of course, you’d also been happy to indulge her at every turn, painting her nails every time she decided she wanted to try a different color – she’d amassed quite the collection of blues and glittery top coats since that first trip to the drugstore –  as well as helping her find different makeup products to try out, though most of that browsing was done online. 

A few weeks after she started wearing lip gloss out of the house, she’d gained the confidence to let you put a little bit of product on her brows and lashes. It wasn’t anything super noticeable, just a bit of clear gel, but she’d been ecstatic the whole day afterwards, her eyes sparkling behind her sunglasses. 

A few days after she started wearing the gloss and lash gel out of the house, you noticed her hair had gotten a bit longer, and it no longer stood up as straight when she wore the blindfold. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen any noticeable difference in the length of her hair, so you decided to bring it up.

“You haven’t been wearing your blindfold as much lately,” you murmured from your spot on the bed, gently rubbing some leave-in conditioner into her hair – not really anything fancy, just something to help keep it soft and fluffy – and giving her a gentle scalp massage in the process.

“Haven’t felt like it,” Satoru answered casually, leaning a bit further into your legs from her spot on the floor in front of you as you continued to work the product into the damp strands. “Feels better to wear the glasses when I wear product in my lashes, too. Doesn’t make everything feel crushed, I guess.”

You hummed, giving a small nod. The movements of your fingers slowed a bit, though you still continued to lightly scratch at her scalp the way you knew she liked. “Is your hair bothering you at all, either?” It was impossible to miss the way her shoulders tensed slightly at your question. “I noticed that it’s starting to fall in your face more than it used to, even with the blindfold on.”

She was silent for a few long moments, then nodded slightly. “Yeah, it does,” she agreed quietly, and when you looked further down, you could see she was rubbing her thumbs along the sides of her fingers, an anxious tic you’d noticed she had even before you’d started dating, but it seemed to have gotten worse since she’d started to transition in private.

The silence that settled over you then was tense, but not necessarily uncomfortable. When it became apparent to you that she wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence, though, you took a deep breath. “Do you want to grow it out, princess? Because you don’t have to, if you like your hair the length it is now. Plenty of women don’t grow their hair out long.” 

A shuddering sigh escaped her lips then, as if the words had given her permission to talk about changing this part of her appearance, permission to admit she was ready for another step forward. “I-I, uh…” Her voice faltered for a moment, but as always, you patiently waited until she was ready to speak again. “I think I do want to grow it out, yeah. B-but not the undercut, I wanna keep that short.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, smiling down at her as you trailed a hand lower, down the back of her head until you reached her undercut, gently scratching your nails across the area. “Hm, it could probably use a trim. But we can make sure to keep the rest long.” 

She relaxed into you a bit more again, and your expression softened.

“I know it’s a little late now, but do you want to contact your hairdresser about getting in to trim your undercut?”

Satoru grimaced slightly at your words, and she shook her head slightly. “You mean my barber? No, I don’t. Now that I’m transitioning… I don’t think I want to keep seeing him. Feels wrong.” She shifted a little, resting her cheek against your thigh. You could tell there was more behind her explanation of “feeling wrong” continuing to see her barber, but you weren’t going to push her to say any of it out loud; you had a pretty good idea of what she meant, anyways.

“That’s fine,” you assured her. “I can help you find another stylist, we can get you in to see someone then.”

“Well, actually…” she trailed off for a moment again, hesitating. “I was thinking… maybe you could trim it this time?” She tilted her head back to meet your gaze, her own blue eyes unsure. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at her words, and you blinked dumbly for a moment.

Taking your silence as hesitance, Satoru rushed to speak again. “Just this time! Just until I can find a new stylist. It’s getting long, and I really want it trimmed as soon as possible, and I’m still nervous—”

She was absolutely rambling, trying to fix the situation, when you cut her off. “I’ll trim it, princess. I don’t mind. I was just surprised, is all.” Wanting to make sure she understood that you were serious, you resumed scratching lightly at her scalp, smiling sweetly down at her.

Satoru practically melted at the touch, dropping like a puppet with the strings cut as the tension quickly left her body. She let out another shaky sigh, though now she was smiling slightly to herself, turning her head a bit further into your touch. “Thank you,” she murmured, pressing a sheepish little kiss to your knee.

The sensation tickled a bit, and you giggled softly, pulling your knee away from the touch out of reflex. “Of course, ‘Toru. Do you want to trim it now, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?” You really weren’t sure which way she would decide: she’d said she wanted a trim as much as possible, but she’d already showered and washed her hair that night, and you were certain she’d want to rinse any stray hairs off her skin once you were finished. 

“Are you okay with doing it tonight?” Her eyes were on yours again, her expression much more relaxed than before, and she blinked curiously up at you.

Once again, you were a bit surprised by her words, not having expected her to answer you so quickly, but you nodded easily. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

Her face lit up at your words, and she was quick to scramble to her feet. “Great!” she practically cheered, taking your hands and tugging you up from the edge of the bed.

Following her was easy, especially when she was so excited, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at her eagerness; a sound born out of pure affection. You allowed her to pull you into the bathroom, standing and waiting patiently as she released you to pull a case from the cabinet. For a moment you were confused, until she opened it to reveal an electric beard trimmer and the guards to go with it.

“That’s what that thing is?” you asked, laughing again. “Why do you own those? I didn’t think you’d ever even grown facial hair.”

“I haven’t,” she confirmed with a smile. “Shoko got these for me as a joke a couple years ago. Not sure why I kept them all this time, honestly, but it looks like they’re coming in handy now, yeah?”

“They certainly are,” you agreed.

After looking over the set of guards, Satoru eventually picked the 1/8th of an inch length, and helped you get the guard attached to the trimmer.

Holding the trimmer in your hand, you looked her up and down, a slight frown on your face. “You’re too tall,” you said after a moment. “You’re gonna have to sit down so I can do this without accidentally making you bald.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I think I would prefer to keep at least some of my hair for now,” she teased lightly, but sat down on the closed toilet lid. “Better?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, relieved that it did, in fact, change the height difference enough for you to have a good angle. “Can you pull the rest of your hair out of the way? I need to get a towel to wrap around your shoulders.”

Satoru nodded, digging around in one of the drawers for a hair tie as you turned to the linen closet and grabbed a towel. By the time you turned back to face her, Satoru had managed to tie the rest of her hair up in a small ponytail on the very top of her head, and the way it stuck up made you giggle as you wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

“What?” she demanded, feigning indignance. “I look beautiful right now, I’ll have you know.”

“Beautiful like a flower getting ready to bloom,” you teased, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before moving around to stand behind her again. Picking up the clippers from where you’d set them on the counter, your whole demeanor grew serious again. “I need you to really try to stay still, okay ‘Toru?”

“I’ll try my best,” she promised, shooting you a reassuring smile over her shoulder. “I trust you.”

You did your best to smile back at her, then gently turned her head so she was facing away from you once again. Swallowing thickly, you switched the clippers on, your grip tightening slightly as they began to buzz in your hand. 

Not for the first time, you were glad that working as a sorcerer for so many years had given you reasonably steady hands, but right now you were especially thankful, because it meant there was a much lower chance that you would make some sort of mistake while trimming your girlfriend’s hair. You took your time, running the clippers in slow, straight passes up her scalp, watching as the little tufts of lavender-white hair drifted down and landed on the towel you’d draped around the sorceress’s shoulders before you started. 

A short while later, you were finished, and you shut off the clippers and set them aside. When Satoru began to move to get up, you were quick to stop her. “Hang on,” you told her, “let me wipe the hair off your neck.”

She settled again obediently, and you wet a washcloth, wringing out the excess water before turning back to her, gently running the damp fabric over her skin, murmuring a little apology when she jumped at the first touch.

When you were finished with that, you stood back, admiring your work. “Alright,” you said, smiling slightly to yourself. “All done.” You tossed the damp cloth into the sink to deal with later, and before she could do it herself, you pulled the towel from Satoru’s shoulders, careful to keep any of the trimmings from falling onto her or the floor.

“What do you think?” you asked, the two of you shuffling around each other a bit as she stood and moved to look in the mirror, and you stepped to the shower and shook the hair off the towel.

Satoru twisted and turned a bit, trying to get a good look in the mirror, eventually giving up and just running her fingers over it to test the length. “Hmm, yeah, much better,” she hummed, smiling at you in the mirror. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” you told her easily, hanging up the towel. “Now, come on. It’s getting late and I want my princess cuddles.”

With a smile so bright it was nearly blinding, Satoru took your hand and led you back to the bedroom; even if she wasn’t feeling as tired as you were, she was always more than willing to indulge you in cuddles, because really, she adored them, too.

The two of you crawled into bed together, shuffling under the blankets and giggling quietly at each other as you pulled the blankets up over your shoulders. As you settled down, you realized your girlfriend’s hair was still pulled up in that goofy little ponytail, and you gently pulled the hair tie free, sliding it over your wrist in the process.

Her hair fell down around her head then, and as you tenderly brushed the strands from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear, you realized it really had gotten some length on it; the ends of her hair now rested only an inch or so above the bottom of her undercut, and you couldn’t help but twirl some of the strands between your fingers.

“Gonna have my own personal Rapunzel soon…” you yawned, offering her a sleepy smile.

Even in the dark of the bedroom, you could tell the words had her blushing fiercely. “I sure hope not,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna be locked in a tower by an evil witch.”

A small hum of amusement escaped you, and you nuzzled a little closer to her, pressing a sleep-clumsy kiss to the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry,” you promised quietly. “I’d be your knight in shining armor and rescue from the tower, even if I had to climb up to you ‘cause you didn’t wanna get your hair dirty.”

Her bashful laugh was the last thing you heard as you drifted off, a gentle smile still curving your lips, one hand still fiddling with her hair.

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disclaimer: although this is pure fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not reblog, do not like, do not follow.

"Stop, please! I can't take it!"

Gojo isn’t used to physical affection, or the sensation of touch in general. Due to his constant application of his cursed technique as a defense mechanism, he often goes weeks or months without experiencing the touch of another. Because of this, it takes a while for him to let his guard down around you. When you finally build enough trust, he releases his cursed technique and lets you get close. That’s when you learn how ticklish he is.

While you’re cuddling, you notice the way he flinches when you wrap your hands around his waist, how much his body quivers when you brush your fingers across his bare skin. You really don’t even have to try and tickle him - he’s just that sensitive. Caressing his cheek, kissing his neck, stroking his chest and stomach. All parts of him give the best reactions. He can’t hold back his frantic giggles or stop himself from squirming around, especially when given light tickles. Those weaken him more than harder ones.

His laugh is airy and melodic, almost like a song. It’s absolutely precious and makes you wanna tickle him even more so you can keep listening to the sweet sound of his voice as it reaches higher octaves. His smile is bright and joyful, jarringly different from that cocky all-knowing smirk he usually wears. He flails around like crazy, rolls from side to side trying to escape, tries to beg you to stop but can't get the words out since he's laughing too hard. Pink blush dusts his cheeks, and seeing how embarrassed he looks when you're done makes you fall a little more in a love with him.

Mostly he hates being tickled, but part of him can’t help but enjoy the attention. He’ll pretend to be grumpy afterwards, but that can be remedied with a big hug and plenty of kisses.

"Wait, nonono! Okay, okay, I give up!"

Geto is the king of “I’m not ticklish”. He swears it up and down, denies it when you ask, and goes out of his way to prove it by allowing you to try. He lets you discover this “fact” for yourself, smirking victoriously when you tickle his sides and underarms with no reactions. Even when you explore the rest of his body, testing out all of the usual spots, he remains unfazed. You start to feel discouraged when you look at his handsome face and see his pleasant, neutral expression has remained unchanged.

That is, unless you make a sneak attack. Later on, when he’s not paying attention, you creep up behind him and poke his sides, just to see what’ll happen. He lets out a shriek, yanks his arms down, but it’s too late. You’ve already seen the mask slip. You clamp your hands around his ribs, dig into them while he yells and tries to fight you off. That spot seems to be his worst.

His laughter is loud and booming, different from the one he makes when he’s cracking a joke or making fun. He starts begging almost instantly, tries to grab your hands to stop you, thrashes around in a desperate attempt to escape. When appeals to your mercy don't work, he starts making soft threats, says he’s gonna get you back good, but you can barely hear them through his spluttered laughter. When you finally stop, he pretends to be tuckered out, until you let your guard down. Then he pounces on you, pinning you down so he can give you a taste of your own medicine.

You pride yourself on what you've learned. It’s not that he isn’t ticklish. He’s just really good at hiding it!

"Please, no more..."

Choso is the king of tickle fights, being a big brother and all. He almost always wins, being ridiculously strong and somewhat of a sadistic ler, plus he protects himself well enough that it’s almost impossible to get at his ticklish spots when you’re in the moment. If you’re patient enough, however, you can get him good when he lets his guard down. And when you do, the tables quickly turn.

His laughter is deep, yet quiet. He doesn’t laugh loudly or erupt into fits of giggles, being able to control his vocal reactions better than most people, so most of the time it comes out as a soft snicker. But when he’s tickled, he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen and tries hiding it by clamping a hand over his mouth. That makes it easier for you to tickle him more, giving you an opening to get his underarms. He’s really weak to tickles there. He wiggles around like a worm, tries rolling up into a ball, and buries his face in his hands. Getting tickled makes him feel shy. If you tease him about how bashful he gets, his face will turn red and he’ll laugh even more.

He’ll half-heartedly beg you to stop, but not enough for you to take it seriously. You can tell he enjoys it for the most part - if he really wanted you to stop, he could easily overpower you. You wouldn’t dare tease him about it, though - you knew what would happen if you did.

"Enough...!"

Nanami is one of those people who truly isn’t that ticklish. Any attempts to tickle him are almost always met with a deep sigh and an annoyed grumble rather than laughs. He’s immune to pokes, prods, and surprise attacks, and his stony demeanor remains unchanged no matter where you touch him. You almost give up, until one day you start paying a bit more attention and realize how hard he’s trying to keep it together. Specifically when you lightly graze his sides or his lower back. 

You notice how hard he grits his teeth, how red his face gets, how tense his muscles become the more you tease and torment his waistline. The corners of his lips twitch up, yet he refuses to crack a smile. He’ll whisper to you in a stern voice, “Stop,” or warn you with a threatening “Enough”, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. He controls his laughter pretty well, keeping up his stoic facade until you're finished.

When you finally let up, he acts irritated and complains about how your childishness always gets in the way of his work. But you can tell he’s a bit more relaxed, his shoulders less tense, his mood a bit lighter. Besides, if he really hated it so much, he would have simply put a stop to it. You’ll never get him to admit it, though!

"Fuck you!! Gahh, knock it off!"

Toji is surprisingly ticklish, and he really fucking hates it. He’s also great at hiding his reactions for the most part, but only for so long. He stifles his laughter when you claw at his ribs or dig under his arms, but keep it up for long enough and he’ll eventually crack. It’ll start as a quiet, rough giggle, then get louder and louder until he’s laughing his head off. He melts in your hand when you lightly spider his stomach, which ends up being his worst spot.

His laugh is just as scary as he is. He cackles wildly, thrashes around like an animal caught in a trap, spews out profanities and every swear word in the book. He’ll threaten to kill you, to break your fingers, all while giggling uncontrollably and attempting to fight you off. He won’t beg, ever, but you’ll hear the growing panic in his laughter the longer you tickle him. He’ll genuinely do whatever it takes to get away, so you have to be careful not to get hit by one of his flailing limbs. 

Tickling him will have dire consequences. He’ll get you back immediately, pin you down so tightly that you can’t move a muscle, then he’ll tickle you mercilessly until he’s satisfied with his revenge. It’s totally worth it, though. Seeing a giant, strong man like him taken down with tickles is oddly satisfying. 

"I don't recall telling you to stop."

Sukuna also isn’t particularly ticklish. He prides himself on having no weaknesses, being the strongest sorcerer in all of history. You didn’t dare instigate tickles with him; you didn’t have a death with, after all. You only touch him when he commands it.

However, he does seem to enjoy your light tickles from time to time, sometimes even demanding them. He loves when you run your nails up and down his back, purrs when you caress his neck and ears, lets out little content noises when you lightly stroke his chest. His “moods” are random and unpredictable; every now and then he’ll bark out an order for you out of the blue, demanding your soft touches. He doesn’t really laugh or giggle, but you do see goosebumps lining his skin whenever you give him this treatment. You love the way he sighs from your gentle touches; he just seems so relaxed. Not many people get to witness the soft side of Sukuna.

Of course, he’ll never confess how much he likes it. He won’t even say “tickle” or any variant, instead opting to dance around the word. It dawns on you much later why this is - it embarasses him. If anyone were to discover that the King of Curses enjoyed something so silly and cute, his ruthless persona would be destroyed. You know better than to spill his secrets, so you keep your mouth shut. But you can’t help but laugh to yourself every time he asks you for more.

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+. CWs : afab-reader, fluff and smut, mild pda, sub-dom dynamics, mention of cunnilingus, nipple play, branding, marking.

synopsis : Long distance relationships are hard especially when all you can think of your beloved in their absence. And, when they're finally infront of you, every cell in your body short circuits, doesn't it?

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[𖣠] — GOJO SATORU

The whistle of the steaming kettle snaps Satoru back to reality. You're coming back, you're coming back today which means he doesn't have to see you on rectangular screens anymore. But you might think he is excited, he is not. He is worried, worried that you'll yell at his ass the moment you lay eyes on your bedroom because he didn't bother to sleep elsewhere.

"But Suguru snores so much that I couldn't sleep", was the best lie he could come up with but you know deep down he missed you, so much so that whenever you called him he was outside. He will deny it in a heartbeat because he really hates it when you see through him but the bin full of tissues tells otherwise, especially when it's in shared room.

"Really Satoru, you couldn't even pay the bills", you'd complain but he just takes it all away saying, "Sorry mommy". Yeah, he is just so good at diverting your mood, your senses just to himself. Even if you try to hide the smile it's too late. He's already on his knees to taste you after so long. He knows, it you wouldn't be much happy to know that he touched himself in your absence. Hence, he doesn't waste much time to please his lady.

[𖣠] — GETO SUGURU

The first thing he does when he spots you from afar is to blow you a kiss making everyone around you shift their gaze on you. He likes that; he likes to see you embarrassed when he expresses his affection in front of everyone. And when you're finally at his arm's length he won't let you do a single chore thereafter. From carrying your luggage to tucking you in bed, everything will be done by him.

But, at first, he needs to give you a hug. He doesn't even give you a heads up and wraps his strong arms around you and that scent of yours, he just can't help it but place a soft kiss near the nook of your ear. But flying back from his touch in the middle of the road would totally blow his cover so he doesn't forget to tighten his hug and whisper spells into your ear, like "Can't wait to have you in the back seat of the car".

And when you finally sit in his car, your lips wouldn't just rest from explaining every tiny detail about your trip; Geto would shut you up with a kiss tasting the nostalgia and whispering, “Welcome back love.” There's a longing in his tone, a wish, a prayer to never be apart from you. What else you'd do other than kiss him back. Right when you start to melt while kissing him, his hands cups your boobs loosely. He just doesn't know what do with his hands.

[𖣠] — NANAMI KENTO

You monotonously utter, “I wish you were here. or... or I was there, or something... I don’t know. I just wish I was with you.” then as you hear the doorbell, irritation creeps onto your skin. Even though Nanami has done this plenty of times you still don't want to hope to see him since that would rather accelerate the agonizing longing for him.

"You are here, you are really here...", and while you process his presence he really doesn't give you time but immediately presses his lips against yours. He missed you too. But when he breaks the kiss, you could tell all your scheduled plans are in vain because he has a lot of gifts to show, and things to say but all you want is to feel his skin against yours, a hug would be more than enough.

" . . . and this is for Itadori. I think he'll be happier if you give it to him. baby! if you want to kiss me just say so, staring doesn't help", yes he is always so casual and straight to the point. "What?", you utter watching him taking a seat beside you. "I missed you. I missed marking you up", he whispers into your ear giving you goosebumps while he is perfectly maintaining a distance with you. But the moment he notices you squeezing your eyes shut and exhaling a heavy breath, Nanami grabs your hand to keep you steady as he places a trail of kisses along your neckline, biting and licking to soothe your pain.

[𖣠] — CHOSO

Choso wouldn't let you know how agonizing those days were for him and he won't crawl back to you because he needs you to settle in, to make the apartment feel like home again. It's your presence that makes him gleam with happiness and look forward to tomorrow but sometimes watching you busy with chores, and walking around the house just makes him restless. In your absence he has done all the things that you used to do, watering the plants, feeding the morning birds, cooking except to talk with the neighbors with an 'everything is fine' smile plastered across his face. So, when you're finally out of the shower, water droplets shine like pearls on your skin all he could feel is the sound of your voice and his racing heartbeats.

"Fuck this", he utters pulling you close to his warm body. "That's a new shampoo baby", his breath rasps as he breaks the kiss for a moment to push you onto the bed. It's a bathrobe, one swift pull and you're naked. The first thing he goes for is your boobs, he just loves the feeling of you squirming underneath him holding your hands along your ears while he meticulously sucks your perked nipples.

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