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mochikeiji · 2 years

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We aren't getting that treat once i saw "Halloween" ☠ trick so bad made gojo hide in a box BUT PLS YOUR DAD!GOJO WORKS MAKES ME SOFT 🥺🥺 JUST WANNA SEE HIM CUDDLE HIS WITTLE BBY IN HIS STRONG ARMS HNGG 💕💛

just this once (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

Synopsis: You go to the supermarket for the first time with your husband and your son.

Tags: domestic fluff, slice of life, married couple, dilf gojo, gojo jr is still a qt, his father's still whipped for his family, there's lots of kisses for the bby

Word count: 3.3k

Note: This is my longest fic yet omg, and i can't believe it's only been a month since i made this account!! i also want to thank everyone who has read my last fic and every other fic i have. i <3 u all. i'll do my best to deliver more gojo fics ehe ♡〜٩( ˃́▿˂̀ )۶〜♡

11:47 am, you’re in the kitchen.

seishiro is bouncing around the living room while swaying his new favorite toy—a sponge weapon modeled after a cursed tool gifted by maki. satoru's playing with him, holding a tiny (on his hands anyway) sponge butcher's knife in his hand modeled after nanami’s weapon—this time a gift from itadori—as he playfully swipes at his son.

the toddler then leaps, repeatedly slashing his weapon to his father’s thighs as he shouts dibwine dogs! and hallo purpoi! your husband gasps, dramatically placing the back of his right hand against his forehead, “oh dear me! i have been slain by the strongest shaman!” he exclaims before bending down and clutching onto his knee while exaggeratedly making dying sounds.

he slowly falls onto the floor, completely lying down as the baby sits on his torso still hitting him with the toy. the older man continues playing dead for more minutes, even as seishiro stopped slashing and started shaking satoru's face.

“dada?” the dumpling starts, voice shaky and lips trembling. he pulls his father's hair, still calling the man as fat tears start cascading down his rosy cheeks. "dada, i'm sowwy," seishiro says, letting out silent hiccups as he hugs the sorcerer's neck while crying before kissing his mouth.

"dadaaa, wakey wakey!!"

satoru, not having the heart to hear his dumpling's cries any further, opens his eyes and grins at the toddler. he then lifts seishiro off his body and stands, earning him a sniffle and a dada!! before raising the baby up in the air. the boy shrieks, gripping the sponge toy as he uses the tool to repeatedly smack your husband in the face in lieu of a protest.

the taller man theatrically continues making noises of getting stabbed, making your son giggle in delight and resume shouting hallo purpoi!

seishiro calms down after a while, now sitting on the older man's lap and fiddling with the miniature panda stuffed toy principal (grandpa) yaga made him when he was born. his father wipes a dried tear on his cheek, kissing the toddler's eyelids in the process.

the boy then hops off his lap and looks up at his father, securing the doll with one arm and tugging satoru's hand in the other, "dada, let's go!"

your husband smiles, leaning in to ruffle the baby's snow-white hair. "it's still early, dumpling. we'll go after we eat lunch."

seishiro pouts, looking down at his doll, "but seishi wants to go now."

satoru boops his little nose, picking up his son and sitting him back on his lap. "is my dumpling that excited to go out, hm?" he asks, grinning at the toddler.

seishiro nods, flailing as he gets excited. "seishi will buy food!"

the sorcerer laughs, finding it absolutely adorable that his little dumpling is getting excited by the thought of grocery shopping. you made it clear to your baby last night before tucking him into bed that grocery shopping means buying food and only food, baby. no toys.

he remembers how seishiro's mouth formed into a little 'o' as he obediently listens to his mother, nodding as he responds with okay, mama! before giving both his parents a peck on the lips and an i wove you, mama. i wove you, dada. nighty night.

today would be the first time seishiro will go to the supermarket, as you normally just order foodstuffs online, too busy looking after the little boy to go out. your husband couldn't be trusted with groceries either—something you learned when you were still a couple and you asked him to buy some stuff for restocking, only for him to come back with bags full of processed food, snacks, and some vegetables he managed to get right.

you failed to notice your house was running out of foodstuff, probably because there's still tons of snacks in the pantry and the fridge, so you suggested last evening during dinner to take seishiro out of the house for some shopping. your husband easily agreed, since he had the day off in a while, seishiro just looked at his parents innocently.

12:03 pm, the three of you are eating lunch.

your choice of meal for noon is curry and rice, considering the lack of ingredients, though your husband and son seem to enjoy the food as they normally do. seishiro is sitting on his high chair on your left, slowly scooping food out of his kiddy plate and putting the spoon on his mouth before chewing in delight.

you grab a napkin from your side, turning to your son. "is it good, baby?" you ask while smiling, wiping the sauce smeared on your son's cheeks.

he looks up at you, raising his hand not holding the spoon as he animatedly gives you a thumbs up. "good, mama!" he responds, reaching up to you with both arms.

you coo, leaning down and allowing him to give you a hug and a sloppy peck on your cheek. your husband's chest tightens upon watching your moment, looking at his son as he giggles after kissing his mother. "can dada have a hug too, dumpling?" he asks, eating his own meal seated at the head of the table on seishiro's left.

your son looks at him briefly before turning back to his food. "no, dada did not cook."

you stifle a laugh, making satoru's lips turn into a pout. "but dada played with seishi while mama's cooking," he whines, looking expectedly at his son. seishiro stops eating, white eyebrows scrunching together and mouth slightly puckering—a face your baby makes whenever he's contemplating something.

he lets out a happy sound after a few seconds, raising his arms up at his father and beaming, "dada, huggies!" he exclaims. satoru grins, swiftly lifting the baby out of his chair and putting him on his lap. the toddler squeals, laughing gleefully as his father attacks his face in kisses while grabbing the child's plate.

"'toru! don't play with seishi while we're eating," you reprimand, pulling the boy's plate back into the front of his seat. your husband stops the assault of his lips on the toddler's face, positioning the baby properly on his lap before looking at you with pleading eyes, "come on, baby, just this once," he responds, lips once again forming into a pout you barely stopped yourself from pressing your own lips against.

your eyes flicked to your baby, immensely regretting the action as you see the boy giving you his adorable puppy eyes you have once never resisted. he completed the combo by clasping his little hands, gazing at you with hopeful eyes and asking the question you’ve never been able to say no to, “mama, pwease?”

you sigh, smiling fondly at your father and son making the same facial expression at you. frosty hair, baby blue eyes, pink pouty glossy lips (thank goodness your baby got your eye shape and nose).

you’ll let them go just this time.

2:38 pm, the three of you are at the supermarket.

you're going through the snack aisle, the very aisle you wanted to avoid as much as possible because of the two sweet maniacs you have the pleasure of calling your husband and your son. you were about to win against satoru earlier, in your tug of war shopping cart edition in the middle of the mart with you insisting to skip the snacks because the pantry’s still full of sweets, satoru! and go straight for the condiments. opposite to your husband's whining that babyy, it never hurts to have more before tugging the cart in his direction.

seishiro was sitting on the shopping cart’s baby seat the whole time, giggling and clapping his hands as he enjoys the back and forth of the pushcart caused by his parents. when your menace realized he was about to lose, he leaned in and whispered to your baby before the two of them faced you and shot you another sad puppy look. having no choice, you—once again—surrendered to their charm but not before telling them to keep their selection moderate. (you also told yourself to start practicing not falling into their adorable display, you have to remain the rational one).

satoru’s pushing the cart on the right side while you’re inspecting some new products on the left. since your back’s facing them, the two white-haired males seized the moment to swipe every snack they could. your baby’s in charge of getting those in the middle section—where his short chubby arms can reach, while your husband gets everything else.

the two silently snicker during their mischief, satoru lightly pressing his index finger onto his own glossy lips. the dumpling copied his father's action, muttering a mischievous shhh while beaming at the man. your husband laughs before kissing seishiro on his forehead, gulping as he sees you slowly facing their direction while holding a food you found interesting.

one of your eyebrows shot up upon seeing how full the cart became, expression turning into a stern one. “whose grabby hands picked all of these?” you asked, gesturing to the packs of cavity-inducing food taking up space in the cart.

seishiro grins at you, before pointing at his father and squealing dada! while said dada gives you a guilty sheepish smile.

3:04 pm, you’re shopping for bath products.

your baby is now walking, exploring the aisle and running around while touching everything he finds interesting. some shoppers in the area endearingly watch him, smiling and cooing whenever the toddler makes eye contact with them. he returns the gesture with a mischievous grin, occasionally bowing or waving whenever he wants to.

seishiro grabs some soaps and inspects them, though this time he doesn’t put them on the cart, he just places them back on the shelf. you inwardly smile, proud at how your baby learned fast after listening to you gently explain why he did earlier was a no-no (right after scolding his father, who right now is in pursuit of a sweet he accidentally returned earlier along with the copious snacks).

you felt a tug on your ankle-length skirt, looking down to see your baby holding something. “mama, this?” he says, handing you a johnson baby liquid soap. you smile and squat down upon seeing the familiar product, kissing the toddler’s forehead.

“good job, baby! did you recognize you use this?”

seishiro shyly smiles before nodding. “dada and mama use it to wash seishi!”

you ruffle his hair, slowly standing back up as you speak, “can you get mama two more, baby?”

he let out a squeal of okay! and was about to run back to where he got the soap but stopped as you both heard a loud voice dramatically saying my dumpling! my wifey! coming from the end of the aisle. you turn your head in the sound’s direction and see your husband crouching down with arms wide open, one hand holding a strawberry-flavored kinoko no yama.

your heart melts as you watch the dumpling clumsily run towards his father before turning away and properly placing the soap into the cart. you hear a loud thud! less than a second later, making your head whip hurriedly only to see satoru with one knee on the floor. the other slightly raised where your baby sits, lips quivering and tears spilling from his cerulean eyes.

you make your way to them, kneeling down as you rub the toddler’s red forehead in an attempt to soothe him. seishiro’s crying, though not loudly, he never cries out loud—just sobs with the occasional sniffles. you inspect his face, searching for any scrapes. he must have tripped while running and fell face-first on the floor when you took your eyes off him.

he's thankfully wearing overalls so his knees are safe and all you found was the visible red spot in the middle of his temple (which would probably turn into a bump). your husband is holding your baby’s hands, rubbing his palms that are red from falling.

“shh baby, mama and dada will blow on it, okay?” you croon while wiping tears on his soft cheeks. the toddler nods, whimpering and sniffling lightly.

you and satoru took turns blowing on his forehead, the older man sporadically doing it on parts that tickle the dumpling. it works, it makes your little boy giggle and flail whenever his father blows at his neck or rubs his larger head at the baby’s sides.

you look for an ice pack after your toddler calmed down before proceeding to check everything the three of you have bought out—groceries worth of two full shopping carts. your husband’s carrying the dumpling with one arm, the other holding the cold pack to seishiro’s forehead. you open one cola-flavored lollipop you asked the cashier to scan first before giving the candy to your baby.

5:29 pm, the three of you are at a park.

you're sitting on a picnic mat with your husband and baby under a bonsai tree after the almost two-hour shopping courtesy of your baby’s curiosity and will to explore every aisle. the three of you went to eat parfait after leaving the supermarket, satoru wanting to celebrate his dumpling’s successful first grocery shopping.

the three of you were on your way home when your husband suddenly suggested going to 7-eleven to buy convenience store food and going on a picnic. you were still thinking about it, trying to remember if the mat and the basket were in the car when your baby in the backseat suddenly cheered and squeaked his agreement.

which led you to your current situation, your baby sitting in front of you and satoru, munching on blueberries on his palms. you’re wiping his cheeks and hands from time to time whenever the juices would almost drip, kissing his little nose as you do.

“baby~” you hear your husband call, holding a strawberry in his fingers. you and seishiro looked at him, the latter responding with “dada?”

satoru chuckles. right, he occasionally calls his little boy ‘baby’ aside from ‘dumpling’. never wanting to disregard seishiro, he presses the strawberry in front of the baby’s lips with the intent of feeding his son but the toddler grabbed the fruit and started chomping. you laughed, mockingly shaking your head at your husband as you cleaned more extract on your baby.

you turned to look at the older man and see him holding another strawberry to you. you gradually lean in, intending to eat the red fruit from his fingers when sticky chubby little hands abruptly grabbed your face before forcing a blueberry to your lips.

“mama, eat!”

you laugh as you close your eyes and scrunch your nose, wiping your chin to not let the sour fruit stain your shirt. you opened your eyes when you heard your husband dramatically gasp, looking at his adorable spawn in disbelief. the dumpling just gives him a cheeky grin, wobbly standing up and running away from the mat while flailing around.

satoru watches his son with a soft smile, giving seishiro a head start before slowly standing up. your husband looks at you and grins, leaning down to peck your lips before leisurely running and chasing your baby.

seishiro went pretty far in just those few seconds (seems like your son has strong and agile legs, probably inherited from both of his parents) so you can't hear his delightful squeals while getting chased by his father. but you can see his wide grin along with his milk teeth as the older man catches and tickles him all over his little body, peppering his face in kisses.

you continue watching your boys play and explore with each other, all the while cleaning the mess your baby made. you see your dumpling pointing at random things while satoru crouches down and explains—or so you assume—to satiate your baby's curiosity. he points at the pond, rocks, trees, and dogs before looking at their owner for permission and gently patting the animals with his small hands.

they walk back to you after a little more running, though this time your husband carries the toddler while seishiro rubs his eyes.

"did you have fun, baby?" you ask as satoru sets the dumpling down. you open your arms, inviting your baby in so he can rest. he goes into them, sitting on your lap and resting the back of his head against your chest. you brush his arctic hair away from his forehead. it's windy and shady so your baby didn't sweat despite moving and running around.

seishiro nods, gazing at you as he answers, "seishi played with dada!"

he then looks at his father getting settled beside you, raising his little arms. "dada, milk?"

satoru responds by rummaging through the basket before speaking, "what flavor does my dumpling want?"

the toddler once again contemplates, eyebrows pulling together and lips forming into a slight pout. unable to contain your affection upon seeing the familiar expression, you lean in and press a long and loud kiss to his left cheek. raking your hand through his locks when you pulled.

seishiro lets out a triumphant sound before frantically moving his hands and shouting stwobeyi!

6:41 pm, you're driving home.

your baby is on the backseat, sleeping peacefully on his safety sit. he got knocked out in his father's arms after eating his dinner, tired from his daytime activities. you and your husband decided to stay a little longer in the park, wanting to immerse in quiet some alone time together (though not exactly since your son was asleep on his father's lap).

the older man is now holding your right hand on his left, his other lightly gripping the steering wheel. you're enjoying the comfortable silence, very unlike the blissful noise earlier on your way to the park. seishiro was singing along to his own playlist your husband made inside the car—namely theme songs of doraemon, my neighbor totoro, toy story, and every other show he watches. his parents occasionally sung along with the toddler or praised him for being a good singer.

you craned your neck to look at your baby sleeping serenely at the back, his long white lashes resting on top of his plump little cheeks. he also has the panda stuffed toy on his lap—his personal travel and sleeping buddy ever since he was an infant.

you then turned to your husband, hearing him silently hum the same songs seishiro was singing earlier. you rub the back of his hand you were holding, raising it up before pressing a chaste kiss which earned you a warm smile and the same gesture.

you leaned back to your seat, sighing contentedly. this is nice, you think. wishing for time to momentarily stop and let the three of you be like this for as long as the universe permit. you wish for your baby boy to never grow up so he can never be exposed to the world that took so many precious people from you, especially from your husband.

your sentimentality was broken when you hear satoru call your name. "what's for dinner tomorrow?" he suddenly asks.

you chuckle, squeezing his hand. "why are you already thinking about that? we have like, 23 more hours."

he cheerfully hums, thumb starting to absentmindedly rub on your knuckles. "just need to know if i have to go buy a cake or something when i come home."

your head tilts, gears turning to see if there's anything special tomorrow (but then again, satoru often brings cakes home even if there's no occasion). you make a knowing sound, remembering what the next day would be.

"why don't you come home early to find out, babe? maybe you'll have a costume waiting for you," you teasingly say, winking even though his eyes are on the road.

your innuendo didn't go unnoticed by your husband, briefly turning at you and smirking. "i'll hold onto that, babe. better get ready for me in bed."

you laugh, mind wandering to what sort of events will unfold tomorrow.

tomorrow. halloween. october 31st of 2018.

you're getting excited.

Ps. Belated happy 2nd anniversary to my hubby in the box 😚 (srsly tho pls get out i miss u)

Thank you so much for reading!! <3 Interactions are highly appreciated :DD

#🍬.recs #trick or treat gone wrong #biig gojo with litol bby

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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I kind of want to see Gojo in a big Pikachu suit. Or a Pikachu hoodie. Or just hugging Pikachu~

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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The ENTIRE scarlet witch series is such a bomb pls everything is both at right fluffiness and angst each time u write 😫💕 im in love 💛

Hello! I'm in love with your scarlet witch reader series. I love platonic relationships and your series is the best medicine for my heart 😭 I would like to request for another teenaged! Scarlet witch reader. So when we're kids, we're completely oblivious how our parents are stress and tired, right? teenaged! Scarlet witch reader realized Gojo has been stress with all the jujutsu stuffs and taking care of her while she's growing up until now and she hates herself for being so ignorant. So she came into Gojo's room one night to comfort him like "dad, are you ok?" "Don't worry, I'm here" and then she hugs him 🥺

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader comforts platonic! dad! gojo

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): mentions of stress for our dad! gojo, fluff and comfort provided by you :)

omg thank you so much for requesting and for being patient! i'm glad that you're enjoying the series too anon :D the angst i wrote yesterday absolutely wrecked me, i needed this fluff as a way to comfort me as well HAHWHSHS enjoy <3

(p.s. ngl this fluff still made me tear up the same way when i wrote and reread that angst i wrote, i love my dad but i'm not this close with him pls we dont even hug like damn it hurts ya'll <\3)

as children, we never really notice the things that our parents go through. maybe it's because of how good they are at hiding it with a smile to not make us worry, or maybe it's because we fail to notice how tired or stressed they get because of our oblivious nature and childish mind, but either way, we only notice those things as we grow up.

the same thing goes for gojo. when you were still a baby, you never really understood why the limitless sorcerer got stressed when you ran off to who knows where, did something wild like appearing on top of shelves, or why he doesn't appear to be like himself at times. you only realized why gojo acted as he did when you got older. apart from raising you, gojo was a jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher. he had other responsibilities like teaching, meetings, and exorcising curses, aside from parenting.

you felt guilty for being so mischievous and oblivious as a child. if you only knew what gojo also had to go through when he got you. gojo took custody of you when he was still barely a graduate, meaning he didn't have any experience in caring for a baby and that he struggled. what's even more, you weren't just an ordinary child, you were the scarlet witch. you weren't someone with jujutsu, and that too was a heavy responsibility on his part. when you accidentally revealed your chaos magic at the school, gojo had to protect and defend you from the higher-ups who saw you as a threat. gojo did all of that, just so you can have a good and happy childhood.

after reminiscing and doing some thinking in the middle of the night, you couldn't sleep. all you could think about was gojo and how stupid you were. you got up from your bed and headed towards gojo's room. with a sharp exhale, you knocked on his door before twisting the knob open once you heard him utter a small yet quiet "come in".

you watched gojo sit upright from his back on the bed, lifting the eye mask he uses when he sleeps. he flicked on the lamp for light and glanced at the led clock that were on his nightstand to see the time. "it's one in the morning, is everything okay kikufuku?"

you felt even more shameful when you spotted the bags beneath gojo's crystalline blue eyes and heard the exhaustion from his tone of voice yet somehow, he still had the strength to smile at you.

"sorry, i just.." you swallowed thickly and fiddled with the hem of your sleepwear. "i just wanted to ask if you're okay, dad."

gojo asked you, stifling a small chuckle. "huh? what's with the question?"

you padded towards gojo and took a seat beside him before you encased your arms around him. gojo looked at you in surprise for a second, but relaxed at your embrace.

"[name]?" gojo blinked and placed a hand on your back.

you tightened your embrace around gojo and buried your face onto the crook of his shoulder. "i just want you to know that i'll always be here for you, dad. i'm sorry for not being able to notice how stressed you are from all the jujutsu stuff and parenting throughout the years. i'm sorry being a troublesome child too."

"oh, kikufuku." a smile broke through gojo's face. he returned the hug and kissed the top of your head before he tucked your head below his chin. "it's okay, there's nothing to be sorry about."

"is there anything i could do to help you, dad?" you asked and pulled away enough to face him. "i want to make it up to you now that i'm older."

"i'm not asking anything in return from you. i just want my little kikufuku to be happy." gojo pressed his forehead against yours as he cupped your face in his hands.

"but, dad—you were cut off when gojo pinched your cheeks.

"no, buts. i said what i said." gojo laughed before releasing your face from his hands. "but thank you, [name]. it really means a lot that you care about me."

"of course, i do! you're my dad and you will always be even if i don't carry your name or share the same blood as you." you exclaimed.

"aww, i love you so much my kikufuku." gojo peppered your face with kisses as he engulfed you in his arms for another hug. "god, i'm so lucky to have you."

"i love you too, dad!" you giggled when gojo rubbed his cheek against yours.

"i feel like eating some ice cream to de-stress. the higher ups were a pain in the ass earlier. are you down for some ice cream and movies?" gojo released you from his arms.

"but, aren't you tired?" a frown faltered on your face.

"nah, my tiredness disappeared long ago when you came into the room!" gojo shook his head before he stood up and placed down his eyemask on the nightstand. "come on, i wanna watch disney movies."

"ice cream and movies it is!" you followed gojo suit downstairs, giddily smiling.

the two of you ended up singing along with the songs in the movie together and eating your favorite flavors of ice cream in bed after getting food from the kitchen, and by the time the movie ended and the food was finished, you two fell asleep. you were cuddled up on gojo's side as he snored obnoxiously loud in his sleep with an arm around you.

you were gojo's happy pill and bundle of sunshine. no matter how stressful or tiresome things got, as long as he had you, everything was okay. with you, gojo was at peace.

#🍬.recs #soft dad!gojo moments

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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I hope my next breath is my last

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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baby really a dream <333

just like heaven.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: smut/fluff

tags: established relationship. vanilla sex. cockwarming. light nipple play. sweet lovemaking. love marks. gojo being soft and vulnerable.

wc: 1k

synopsis: gojo always knew that he loved you, but the words don't come tumbling out until he hears it from you first.

You are like a dream to Satoru.

Even as the moonlight pours into the room and he watches the silver beams dance on the curve of your cheeks. He can hear the softest, almost audible sigh that escapes your throat when he first enters you past the threshold. Slow and steady until he bottoms out and he pauses for a moment because he likes knowing that he's got all the best parts of you. In that locking of a gaze, your fingertips curl into the back of his head of his white locks as silence engulfs the space and the thumping of his heart beats in sync with the one he truly loves most.

"You're so perfect, you know that? An angel so sweet and pretty just for me." He says barely above a whisper, quiet and gentle, as his hand comes up to brush any strands of hair out of your eyes 一 all the nuance and emotion that rests on your face that the body sometimes tries to mask. Some people say that they wear their heart on the sleeves, but he thinks for both you and him it's entirely in the eyes.

You feel heavenly when he starts moving his hips, and he lowers his head to embrace the softness of your lips and through parted mouths he slips in his tongue. He slowly trails down to your jawline and neck, open tongue-ful kisses hot and searing against your skin. You're reduced into helpless moans and hitches in your breath when he quickens his pace, your hands glide down his back and legs wrap around him tighter each time he hits your sweet spot.

You feel so good and everything fits so right 一 the word perfect comes across his mind again. You're perfect in all the right places, beautiful and kind to his soul, nature conspired and made you perfect for him.

His large palm makes its way to the soft mounds of your breast with a gentle caress and a cheeky squeeze before he takes your hardened nipples between his fingers. Your manicured nails drag through his hair as he continues to nip and gently suck along your neck and shoulder, a small giggle leaving your lips because he has a thing about marking his territory. Even though you like giving him a hard time about it, the pleasure overrides the inconvenience of covering it up for a few days.

"Toru, you're gonna leave a mark."

A lustful shiver runs through you when he draws back slightly to appreciate the manifestation of his love. The sweep of his thumb runs over the soft hues of warm purple that looks like velour feels. There's just something viscerally satisfying about seeing a mark on you that's his 一 a feeling of togetherness, the moans and the sweat, he wishes so much it would last forever. Instead he leaves something behind because he likes to keep it as a reminder of tonight.

"Just want everyone to know you're mine." The afterthought hesitates in his mind, and for a moment it doesn't feel real unless he hears the words in your sweet voice. He reaches for your hand and the feeling of your smaller ones in his grasp is like a sigh of relief when he feels the world caving in. The entire time you're both wrapped tightly in each other's embrace with him deep inside you, thrusting ever so slowly to savor his own little heaven that is you.

"You belong to me, right?"

He sounds almost unsure and withheld, and you think it's such a silly question coming from him nonetheless. But he always glows from within whenever you offer your reassurance of his place in your heart. Even as the strongest sorcerer to tread the Jujutsu world, you know that at the end of the day he is nothing more than a sweet lover and someone deserving. A man who just wants to love someone that will love him back.

"Of course, baby. I don't wanna be anyone else's."

Again, Satoru feels like you're a dream to him. There's an ethereal connection he hasn't felt in so long, the way your touch melts into him when you cup his cheek and gaze into those cerulean irises. He knew that the moment he had you there was no going back. How can he when you feel like morning on his skin or other such pleasant things. He tasted a light that adds a certain kind of brightness to the most ordinary of days and he doesn't wish to go back to what was before.

"I love you so much, Satoru. I hope you know that."

He feels like he's floating on warm water, and he loves it when you say his name in its entirety 一 like he's an everlasting echo across a stilled landscape until someone answers back and gives him hope again. There's a peace of knowing, a sense of belonging and he clings onto you and you to him until the end of your days.

"I still can't believe how lucky I am to have you." He almost chokes out a sob, and with a wobbly smile he reciprocates your feelings. Maybe for a few months now he thought he loved you then, but truthfully he'd fallen for you long before he could put it into words. The swelling of his heart that's been threatening to burst throbs intensely and he can't hold the capacity of his love for you inside any longer.

"I love you, too. God, I fucking love you and it feels so good to say that.

I love you

I love you so much, I'm gonna marry you someday."

The half-second you take to respond feels like an eternity. But the way your cheeks dusts in rose with a sliver of white between full lips, he feels like it wasn't a mistake on his end. Your hands pull him down and you kiss him with everything you have, and in that moment you both are your pure and vulnerable selves. Your entire body is a calm flutter against his and everything suddenly feels right in the world.

"You love me that much, huh?"

His body slumps against yours and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his porcelain skin flushes a soft pink, the kind of blushing that shows the soul and the delicate sweetness within. He plants a chaste kiss here and there before murmuring, "Y-yeah, baby. You are it for me, don't want anyone else but you."

#🍬.recs #my precious bby #just wanna hold him and tell him i lobe him sm #missing my beloved paint brush

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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Now I'm inspired to make a general shang geto as well 😭 honeycakes really punched me in the gut with that tent in his towel bye 👋

jjk men as disney princes

just hear me out on this one

includes: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

warnings: ooc sukuna, nsfw implications, mild body horror

GOJO — prince naveen of maldonia (the princess and the frog)

you'd think that the crown prince of the gojo family would be a little more smart when it comes to encountering yokais hidden in vast forests.

yeah sure, he's academically brilliant. but only a fool would make the mistake of insulting an onryu yokai's appearance.

but gojo satoru, crown prince of the gojo family, is indeed, a fool.

so this dumbass has turned himself into a white fox as a punishment three days before the aoi mitsuri festival and two days before his marriage to a high priestess because as crown prince, it's his duty to unite two kingdoms together as a salvation for peace via tying the knot with a woman he'd only know for two days.

the cure? a blessing from the high priestess herself. or more specifically, a kiss.

he meets you, a humble yet headstrong aspiring chef that had just found out the inn you've had your eye on for years had been sold to a wealthy noblemen a few hours prior, draining all your efforts and money you've built up for the past years down the drain.

while you're dressed in what seems to be high priestess robes and a golden headdress, he finds out that it's your best friend that's the high priestess and she had just lent you the clothing for the party.

he finds this after he forces you to kiss him by the way.

there's one funny thing about onryu yokais: it's that their curses are contagious to those around them

so hooray! you're now stuck as a fox with him! wonderful, right?

in just the span of twenty four hours, the crown prince gojo satoru had insulted a yokai, had it turn him into a fox, met a fake high priestess and kissed her, only for her to turn into a fox with him. now you're stuck together in this sticky situation.

and to think that white foxes were supposed to symbolize good luck.

his luck gets worse when you two are scampered out of the woods because of the salivating coyotes that obviously had you both on their menu

you bicker back and forth about how stupid he was and how you were a liar for calling yourself a high priestess even though you never claimed to be one

somehow, you befriend a kindly and ecstatic witch that's constantly asking who your type of woman is as she lets you and him stay inside her homey inn for the night that's filled with other creatures

gojo asks her if she can create a potion or something to break this silly curse and she says she can, but she lacks the ingredients to do so. so as an exchange for letting her stay safely in her abode, you offer that you and him will go fetch the ingredients first thing in the morning

gojo doesn't agree to this. he claims he was just dragged on.

"a spoiled prince deserves to do at least some labor in his life," you huff as you strut away into your room for the night, leading him to blow an immature raspberry at your closed door.

morning comes

the crown prince wakes up to find out his human limbs have returned! oh, what a joyous day this was! out of excitement, he leaps up from the bed and barges into yours, yelling about how he turned back into a human again

he forgot that you turned back into a human too.

again, a dumbass

you stare at each other for a solid five minutes, paralyzed with shock as he unconsciously analyzes your body.

a piercing shriek rings through the inn that's loud enough to wake every creature inside of it, courtesy of you. gojo has to play dodgeball with the many pillows you throw at him

through an awkward (and properly clothed) breakfast, the witch tells the both of you that the yokai's curse only takes affect at the beginning of twilight, meaning you two had some hours being human before you were turned into foxes again, meaning you still had to gather the ingredients so you and him weren't permanently turned into foxes during the afterhours forever

as you voyage throughout the mountain for a grenadious mushroom (caution! may explode its spores if touched harshly), you and gojo eventually spill your life stories

you came from a low-income, but loving family composed of only you, your brother, your mother, and your deceased father. the confession of how you want to open up a restaurant in honor of your father's love for cooking makes gojo look at you fully for a moment, taking in your real beauty thanks to the sunbeam that seeps through the treetops. it's a little solemn, but it's there and gojo can't deny that little thump in his chest as you laugh out at a joke he makes occasionally.

he tells you that because he's a prince, he's never had to lift a finger, so doing something like this is... somewhat refreshing. he says it's a good chance for him to learn responsibility that doesn't involve being a royal, says it's a good chance to see what a "commoner" life is like and how it makes him think more highly of laborers.

"honestly, i think i could make do as a farmer," he nods at the vision of himself working in the rice fields.

"yeah, maybe. i think you'd be pretty good at it."

"really?!" he exclaims with a wide grin at your "approval."

"no," you shake your head with a soft chuckle. "i was kidding."

"whaaat," gojo whines, "why not?"

"you're already breaking out a sweat and it's been barely two hours. you wouldn't survive agriculture, mr. if-the-slightest-dirt-gets-on-me-i'll-scream."

the crown prince pouts at the waitress that walks in front of him. "okay... say if i wasn't royalty, would you hire me at your restaurant?"

"of course."

he gasps with excitement but it's much short lived when you open your mouth again.

"... not."

GETO — general li shang (mulan)

you always had gotten compliments about your hair; it was your prize possession after all, the one thing that anointed you the family jewel for how beautiful it looked and how elegantly it framed your face.

shame you had to cut 70% of it off the night before you snuck into your father's place for the upcoming war involving the taira and minamoto clans.

you found this a way to salvage yourself after dishonoring yourself at the matchmaker's reunion between you and an unknown husband named geto suguru.

before you had nearly burned his house to ruins, he told you that he was a handsome high general in the imperial army and that marrying him would grant you fame and fortune. you would be getting a life full of lavish and comfort.

but you managed to throw it all away in an instant after you splashed tea on his face after he continued to banter on about how women should know their place in the world, how they should always walk three steps behind their husband, and how they only served as wives and nothing more to their husbands

his dye job was bad anyway. you think you did him a favor

so here you are, suddenly alone with no one else but your trusted horse, a good luck cricket given to you by your grandma, and an annoying, shapeshifting, lizard-like dragon with a patchwork face by your side as you're poorly disguised as a man

you eventually meet the general in charge of new recruits and it takes every single fiber in your body not to react to his titled name

"gentlemen, pay respects to your captain. geto suguru will be leading the way for the genpei war," announces the royal advisor.

geto suguru. the man that was supposed to be your aligned husband was nothing like you imagined him to be.

not that you're complaining because your standards were much lower than anticipated. he's broad and muscular, obviously clean cut with all the scars and bulging muscles that are evident before he puts on his uniform. inky, raven locks flow down his back before he ties half of it up and you think that singular bang that swings back and forth acts like a hypnotizing pendulum.

he declares that he refuses to take any work that's half-assed nor to take on any recruits that refuse to put in the work to survive.

"if you die because you chose to ignore my words, then the fault is no one else but yours," he avows, piercing eminence eyes hardening to show he means business.

to say he's a strict general was an understatement. he was more than strict, he was authoritarian and precise and severe in every single way possible. the worst part is that he doesn't even yell or scold if one slips up—he just gives a disapproving look and makes tasks and exercises harder and harder.

you're given your nth shake of the head when you nearly pass out from carrying small boulders on your back on the five kilometer run that takes place every morning and before you can even get ready for the second exercise of the day, the general clasps your shoulder and tells you to go home.

"this isn't a place for someone like you," he mutters, handing you the reign of your horse before walking eye and leaving you in the dust with snickers and stares boring into you.

of course, you almost decide to go back home and bring even more dishonor to your family. not as a failed soldier, but the fact that a woman has disguised herself as a man, an illegal act. if anyone in the village found out that your family had a disgraceful daughter, you'd burden your family more.

so you take it like a man and refuse to go home despite the general's words and the looks you're given by men much more manlier than you are.

you put in the work and the hours, sacrificing sleep to make sure you break your mile time, making sure that the arrow hits the bullseye, making sure that you can run through the roaring waters with only wooden poles to support you without slipping.

and your efforts go noticed by not only your colleagues, but the general

especially the general

no longer does he give you the shake of his head but instead, encouraging grins as you catch up to him during the morning run, even adding more to your luggage when you feel that the boulders begin to feel like carrying a load of feathers

he realizes you've changed for the better when you prove that you can hit a target's bullseye even on horseback, something that the majority of soldiers haven't even started to master yet.

hell, rumors begin to fly around that you've become the general's favorite

you're relaxing earlier than most soldiers in the hot springs since you completed training much earlier, something you've picked up on doing so you're able to let yourself breathe as your true self for a while

the sent of natural lavender springs whose aroma winds through the air makes you so relaxed, you don't realize the footsteps that come closer to the springs.

when you figure that you've bathed yourself well enough, you begin to swim and walk out of the springs. as you part your hair away from your face, your eyes not only meet the ground, but see another pair of feet. panicking, considering you don't have a towel wrapped around you, you look up and land back into the springs when you're met with general geto suguru's shocked face

his wide eyes go to automatically dart your exposed chest, which you attempt to cover with your hands poorly, as if your arms and hands were enough to cover your naked body.

"i-i can explain," you stutter out, stepping back so you're chin length with the water.

what you can't explain, however, is that little tent in the general's towel wrapped around his waist that's slowly getting bigger oops!

TOJI — flynn rider/eugene fitzherbert (tangled)

the last thing toji fushiguro can remember before getting knocked out with a clang! to his head is finding a secluded tower in the middle of a waterfall's valley somewhere deep in the woods after he spent agonizing ages running from the royal guards after he successfully captured the item going for the most money on the black market

did he climb up the tower with a ladder made of hair or was that a fake memory?

and was he wrapped around a chair with the hair from earlier or is this a hallucination?

oh wow, what a pretty woman, he thinks as he looks up hazily. is that a frying pan in her hand or something else that's circular, black, and metallic? he attempts to give a rugged smile, only to be met with another clang!

aaand he's up again

this time, he's actually semi-conscious and can see clearly the youthful woman clutching the frying pan with a worried look on her face.

"you gonna hit me again with that?" he slurs, gesturing to the frying pan.

clang!

frying pan: 3, master thief toji fushiguro: 0

by the time he's fully conscious, he warns you not to hit him again, saying that he's not gonna do any harm. not that he can, to be fairly honest, considering he's bounded with handcuffs made of... hair.

you interrogate him suddenly, demanding who he was, how he found your tower, and what he wanted from you. he tells you his name is toji fushiguro, admits that he's a rogue on the run, and that all he wanted to do is hide away from the knights until it was safe to come out.

suddenly, he inquiries you harshly about where his cursed spirit is, the spirit responsible for acting like a satchel and also responsible for holding the item that can make or break his life.

"that little ball guy? i hide him," you state proudly.

cursing, he regrets not digesting it earlier. toji eyes the drawer, specifically the second one that's a crack open.

"it's in there, isn't it?"

when you raise the frying pan again, all he can really do is sigh and accept his fate. he's sure he has some sort of minor brain damage by the time the fourth boxing match between him and your weapon of choice comes to a close and this time, you've hidden it well enough to the point where he can't even guess where you hid it

you offer an exchange for the wrinkly, balled up cursed spirit. you pull back a large wall mural that foretells a painted story about fireworks in the night sky. "do you know what this is?" you demand.

"yeah," he shrugs. "the fireworks that celebrate the autumn moon? everyone knows that those are."

"this," you gesture to the paintings. "happens in two days. if you take me to the mid-autumn festival... i'll give you back your worm."

"it's a cursed spirit," toji corrects dully.

"whatever! do we have a deal?" you ask, letting yourself down with a zipline made out of your hair that trails at least 21 meters.

when you jut your hand out, toji merely stares at it, his eyes glancing boredly back to the back of the chair he's bounded to.

"oh! right, sorry," you quickly go to unbind him.

he leaps up from the chair goes to messy your abode, searching everywhere for the cursed spirit and tossing materials over his shoulder. you attempt to pull him back from your underwear drawer, only to limply fall back from his stationary built grounded to the ground.

"i'm not telling you where it is!" you yell, threatening to score the fifth point for the frying pan as you hold it well above your head. "i swear i'll give it back to you if you just do me this one favor! then you'll get it back and forget all about me!"

toji can only groan and rub his forehead, obviously out of options. he gives into your limp offer and surrenders himself reluctantly.

with the handle of the frying pan between your teeth. you meet him down at the bottom of your tower, a sight you've never been able to experience with all your senses before.

out of nowhere, he snickers and pulls out from his pocket one of your underwear as an innocent joke.

"we might need this in the future, you never know."

clang!

SUKUNA — the beast (beauty and the beast)

long ago, there lived a beautiful prince in the heart of a vast and lively kingdom. it has been foretold that despite the goldenheartedness of the kingdom, the castle that ruled over it was gilded and the taintedness of it hid behind a velvet curtain

a ball was once held in celebration of the prince's birthday, only honoring the most worthy and wealthiest of people, people who barely lifted themselves above the bare minimum line of what the prince considered noble

a soft knock came at the castle's door in amidst the party. in came a shy, elderly woman cloaked with a damp hood from all the rain pouring from outside. she asked the prince if she could stay the night temporarily, but her only response was a cackle from the prince and the flick of his wrist, shooing her away.

the old woman suddenly transformed into a dazzling sorcerer, golden sunbeams radiating from her. as a result of the prince's selfishness, she casted a spell over him that transformed him into a monstrous beast.

with the ragged, pained scream tearing out of the prince's throat, the crowd watched in horror as another set of arms ripped out of his back. from the fragments of his handsome face formed a smaller one that masked a third of his original one and under his original eye stretched another. one singular black marking shaped in the form of an upside dew drop faded into his forehead.

the sorcerer warned him as a consequence of his actions, a horrid beast was formed that night. she told him the only way to break the spell was to find someone who could love him despite his haggard appearance, but with every year he failed to do so, another black mark would appear on his skin and the moment all the markings faded into his skin, his fate as a monster would be sealed for eternity until his last breath, letting him die alone and loveless.

sukuna couldn't have imagined that his sealed fate would be opened once again because of a single countrygirl that was too desperate to save her father. perhaps he spent so many years as a ghastly beast that he's forgotten about human sentience for others.

call it a butterfly effect, but he supposes that the outome of this was not quite like any other. his original plan when he threw you into the prison of the castle was to leave you out in the winter night for the wolves, yet he was the cause of his plan being ruined considering something compelled him that night and he acted as your shield against the bare-toothed wolves

the items like you too, especially that one kiddy, chipped tea cup that he keeps forgetting the name of. they're very much fond of who could possibly be the new mistress of the castle, the person who could possibly break the spell

so now he's here. at the bottom of the staircase with anticipation pooling in his stomach.

"where is she?" sukuna grumbled to the clock that waddled towards him.

"patience," aided nanami as the second hand grew closer to the twelve. "she'll be arriving just about... now."

as if on cue, soft piano music began playing in the background and the quiet sounds of heels against the marble floor softly echoed in the corridor. a peek of canary yellow showed from the corner and eventually, your full appearance unveiled to him.

there you were, at the top of the staircase—a golden gown flowing from your hips like a glimmering cascade, your shoulders being revealed by the grandeur dress that showed ever the shy peek of cleavage

you were nervous gliding down the stairs, considering sukuna's eyes were locked onto your figure.

"tell her she looks beautiful," gojo, the candelabra whispered to him before he flicked his flames on for a more romantic atmosphere.

as you gently approached him, your hand being softly engulfed in his, sukuna felt his breath hitch when you gave him a tender smile of acknowledgement

"she looks beautiful," he rasped out.

enter a chorus of groans from the cursed objects.

"e-excuse me?" you blinked.

"i mean," he coughed, "you... look beautiful," sukuna corrected.

"not too bad yourself, prince charming," you murmur lightheartedly as sukuna lead you down the ballroom that was also the place where his transformation occurred

a place that haunted him for years on end was now suddenly turning into a place to be filled with lovable memories, memories that would outshine the emotive, haunting ones. and this waltz would just be the start of it

"i haven't danced in years," sukuna admitted as an orchestra began to harmonize with the piano.

you swore he pulled you in just a little closer as time passed, just the two of you gently guiding each other in this spacious ballroom.

"i've haven't danced at all," you confessed.

"i can tell," he let out an inaudible grunt. "you've been stepping on my feet for the past two minutes."

you exclaim and move a little bit backwards. but, the mere inch you stepped back had made the heel of your shoe tangle with the fabric of your dress. from the swift reactions that only a beast could hold, sukuna caught you by the waist before you could hit the floor, unintentionally dipping you.

the sentience that was within you the night you pleaded for him to let your father out seeped into him. upon noticing your shocked expression, he asked worriedly, "are you alright?"

"quite," you chuckle ineptly as he heaved you back up. "thank you."

the waltz continued on, the songs continuing to sing within the echo of the chamber. you had managed to get the hang of the rhythm of the song eventually and silkily, you let him carry the both of, the tails of your dress dusting up against the floor.

you found it quite humorous how feathery, how cautious his touch on your skin was despite the claws that pricked out of his hands. again, you felt sukuna pull you closer to him as the song began to answer its curtain call and you don't think you were going to restrict yourself from his touch anytime soon.

it wasn't only his body that neared yours, but also his face (or faces in this case). up close, you could see the loneliness swimming in his ruby red eyes. they were the result of all the years spent being only the somewhat human mortal inside this isolated castle and you could tell that if he were to pile anything more on this mound of nothingness, he was going to collapse.

but somehow, you found comfort within this empty castle for the past few months being held captive, if you could call it that anymore considering you were treated like royalty inside it despite being a simple daughter of a mechanic.

you found a warmth within it, within him. and call it what you will, but you truly did find a to-be-mended heart within all those cemented layers of aloofness, savagery, and hardheadedness. though you weren't sure how, you cracked through all of them somehow

so when one of his four hands cupped your face and pulled you in a little closer, you did nothing except let him, putting your trust in the supposed beast. you allowed him to shallow his own breath on yours before his lips almost closed the distance.

everything would've set into place in that moment

... only if you didn't see a mark sallow underneath his smaller eye, slowly seeping into his skin like leaking ink.

#🍬.recs #hes so hot for what #men with long hair just #i just #down bad #frfr

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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So cute!!! Geto spiderman brainrot officially fed good !! >\\\<

[ 23:48 ]

spiderman geto! who has an arm wrapped securely around your waist as you let out screams of enjoyment, one of the perks of being getos girlfriend but how’d you end up dating the masked hero? Oh, that was quite the story to tell…

“Morning Mr.L/N” The longer-haired teen pondered into the bakery with the chime of the bell at the door.

Your father managing the front desk sent him a wave as he came up to the counter. Geto Suguru had been a frequent customer, always ordering the same thing each time he came with a smile on his face. Sometimes he came with his aunt who’d order a coffee and a chocolate cupcake that looked too good not to get. Although he never came in with his friends or even a girlfriend which was surprising to most due to his stunning character.

“Chocolate chip cookie?” Your father answered for him

“Yup and a brownie, and banana bread” he spoke toward your father who was already putting on the plastic gloves.

Since barely anyone was in the store except for your dad and an employee he talked freely to him while picking up the delights, “How's your aunt?”

Crossing his muscular arms Geto replied looking at the sweet treats that rested behind the glass covering, “Yeah she's alright, just working more hours nothing new”

Your father turned to one of the employees chuckling, “She’s a very hot woman hey curves are like never before” your dad spoke in Spanish emphasizing the last bit then turned back to Geto who held a smirk on his face. “How’s your daughter, eh?” Geto replied in Spanish making your dad fall silent. “It’s $15”

You in the back who heard the whole ordeal go down from the back room, heat blushed to your cheeks before you quickly got back to tiring the end of the apron and exiting the doors before things could escalate. “It’s $10” Geto protested back. “C’mon Papi how about you go on break hm?” You ushered your dad toward the back room an awkward smile on your face taking a glance at Geto only to receive a wink from him.

oh god, will this boy be the death of you.

Successfully pushing your father to the backroom you slipped the plastic gloves onto your hands, “you're lucky I got here before he could land a hit on you” you chuckled picking up the final treat and placing it into the cute pink bag. Geto only chuckled in response, “Oh you know I wouldn’t let him manage a hit on me” he stood crossing his arms with that gaze that could make your legs go weak.

“Oh yeah, now tough guy?” placing the bag next to you as you leaned on the counter a lopsided smile on your lips.

“I must say I am pretty buff wanna feel?” he challenged squeezing up his muscles. Jokingly you placed your hand out to touch them making you both erupt in laughs. As the laughter died down you grabbed a sticky note and wrote something down and slipped it in the bag. “Alright, so how much do I owe you pretty lady” the pet name made you freeze rose-red clouding your cheeks making him snicker.

“Oh uhm $10”

Pulling out the money he handed it to you which you then put in the cash register. As he was ready to leave with the bag of goodies inside you tapped him on the shoulder making him turn around with a look of confusion.

“You almost forgot this” placing a kiss on his cheek you swore you could see a pink tint on his pale cheeks.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:✧*⋆.*:･ﾟ✧.: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾ ﾟ✧.: ⋆*･ﾟﾟ✧.: ⋆* ☾

Oh and most definitely did he text you later that night perched on a side of a skyscraper after beating up some vigilante.

lmk if I should do more of these I had fun writing this *:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

#🍬.recs #spiderguru

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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Been wanting to fix up the blog for a while now

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ now how do u fix ur sleeping schedule and tell me why ure also awake at 3 in the morning ?

#🐤raine.chips #thats sus

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫!

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

#pls dun reblog #been meaning to do this for a while #📚raine.rules

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mochikeiji · 2 years

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Mochiiiiiii! Happy new year! I hope you're healthy and okay, you're greatly missed 🥰❤️❤️

Happiest of New Year, Tina !! Wishing you all the best things in life and may all the happiness in this world come to you as you deserve 💛💛

I have missed interacting with you here :<< it has been a while due to things are hectic and all, plus my ideas are down. My hiatus is indefinite, I may not know when I'll be back or if I will write again, but until then I hope you take care !!

Love lots always, my love 💓 may this year bring much joy to you and everyone !

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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jjk men when they give you a massage

— sensual massage

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento

↠ warning: heavy smut! mdni! usage of toys, cunnilingus, lactation, mentions of pregnancy, hurt/comfort in Toji's part (tw: anxiety attacks mentioned), soft Toji and Dad Nanamin, cockwarming, overall nasty but fluffy on some parts

↠ a/n: after a long hiatus, I have returned :)) this was a 2k word each character headcanon so it took a really long time to finish. Hoping you all enjoy!

"Relax your muscles for me, will ya?" You can hear the slight amusement in his tone as his thumbs put on pressure to each side of your shoulder from behind. "How am I suppose to help out my poor baby if she can't stay perfectly still for me?" He was definitely liking this more than you should've been. Shuddering from the wet muscle that took a small taste from the shell of your ear behind, you feel the free palm slide down to the small of your back, fingers spread like he was telling you to stop being so tense.

Not after 5 minutes your body had already turned into a pile of mush. Maybe his hands were more than just talented in pulling you into pleasure. The stress from the life of saving people to beating down curses, and the good for nothing yapping from the higher ups was forgotten thanks to your doting lover. Who was he to just stand there by the entrance of your home while seeing you so beaten up?

Not on his watch, of course. Anyone would be slightly cautious of the ideas he'd spill from his mouth, it took you aback when he suggested to give you a massage, to which you usually do to him when he's mostly the one away. You underestimated how capable he is of everything. Of course the Gojo Satoru is born a master at this as well.

Another quiet crack was heard from behind you, jolting a bit before sighing smugly at the release. "Good girl." A whispered praise falls from his lips. Feeling a triumph smirk form seeing as you became so unbothered of everything, just sprawled against the bed and letting him do all the work. Moving his hands back to your shoulders, his thumbs pressed up on a tender spot that made you mewl softly, but enough for his ears to catch the sound. It didn't even register in his head what you just did, but it did went straight down to south.

He tried to ignore the fantasies playing out in his head and proceeds to move down once more. But alas, he was only a human with limits. With your bare body already sensitive and being treated so good, you couldn't help but release the pent up pleased sounds at the back of your throat whenever he'd press to a good spot. Satoru chewed on his bottom lip, he knows it's wrong to take advantage of this situation. You come home beaten and he promised to make you feel good. Too good, if you ask him. His palms were now kneading on the flesh of your bottom; courtesy from him asking you to take off all your clothes and leave the underwear on, he sucked in a breath at the sight of what he can make out was a tiny wet patch forming on your center. What a cute angel you were to show him how good you were feeling.

Gently, he pushes your legs further apart, still slyly moving from your back to your ass more, his fingers slowly coming in contact to where you needed him most made you whine and shudder, unaware of your own actions of shaking your hips back at him as a silent plead. Satoru was quick to get the teasing message after letting out a breathy laugh, letting go of one side of the cheek his two fingers immediately took their place to test the waters by sliding down softly against your clothed slit. The tips of his fingers tickled for a second until he began pressing a little down whilst sliding it. Already feeling yourself more soaked and needy, your hips tried to follow along his subtle movements, aching for some relief or even just his fingers inside of you would be enough. His free hand squeezed the flesh of your ass tighter as his only restraint, his fingers having one last toy with your clothed clit before pulling away with the sticky substance visible on the pads of his fingers.

"I said no moving right, baby?" He gives your left cheek a little spank before rubbing down soothingly upon hearing a yelp escape your lips, "You're suppose to relax." He's not one to be shameless when he practically just moaned that out, not even shameless to spread you apart just to admire the mess you just made when he hasn't even started. What can he say? He loves spoiling you today. "Wanna cum." You tried rolling your hips down to keep it subtle, but Satoru wasn't having any of it and holds onto each side of your waist. "Please, Toru, please touch me. Wanna cum badly."

"Do you now, baby." He runs a hand up to your spine, the coldness of his palms sending soft tremors all over your senses until he bends down to whisper in your ear, "You wanna cum?" You mewl to the tone of his voice, the dominance it leaks of sending you to nod your head dumbly, "Please baby, please." Pleading along with the movements of your hips grinding down the sheets, Satoru clicks his tongue while holding you still, the aching erection in his pants begging to be freed but chose to ignore it, "Alright, honey. But you have to stay relaxed, don't want you to strain yourself." The drawer beside you snaps shut, the excitement curls your toes knowing that was where he keeps his "special" equipment’s for events like these. Examining the black wand vibrator, smiling down when he remembers the flustered look you had when you thought he gave you something else other than what was unexpected on your birthday.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He nudges the head against your clothed slit just to tease, not bothering to turn the vibrations on yet watching with intensely how the head of the wand was getting soaked, " 'M gonna take such good care of my baby."

You gripped the sheets when he started to massage up and down your slimy folds, the head giving you an imagination of how he'd push his own cock deep inside you slowly and gently giving your insides a good rub. The thought of it sparked your arousal that you subconsciously moved your hips to find the pace you loved, but Satoru marked his words when he pulls the vibrator away, "I said no moving, honey." He sighs and you immediately whine at the broken fantasy and contact, " 'm sorry, Toru, you felt so good." Following his orders a while ago, you let your body sag into the sheets. Perfectly still and relaxed, no longer tense in hopes he'd continue. "Me? Just what were you thinking of, baby." Blue eyes twinkling at your words as his hands parted your legs from closing, holding the vibrator back to your center repeating the same treatment as earlier. "You, you making me feel good." You feel him press harder, happy with what you confessed and happy to see you finally letting him do all the work. The silence was then broken by the sudden buzz between your legs, moaning out hoarsely as your fingers dug onto the sheets by surprise along with your body jolting.

Your boyfriend laughs, hot and bothered by the mess that was spreading fast and how responsive you are to his actions. It was hard not to tense and move around the surging pleasure, you tried biting your lips to focus on to avoid another disappointing disappearance of your euphoria. "Hey now, you're getting all tensed up there, pretty. Ease up a bit for me, will ya?" His thumb presses down to the upper button of the vibrator, doubling the speed of the vibrations as you cried how he was controlling it, "Come on, make those cute moans of yours for me." He dugs the vibrator down to reach against your clit, squealing before letting go of your bottom lip and giving into his needs. "That's it, good girl." Squeezing the outline of his cock in his pants, he shudders at the precum staining the fabric as his fingers moved from there to your sopping cunt. He moans out his own pleasure at the dampness he feels beneath the pads of his fingers pressing down to make belief thrusting that had you almost grinding down to him.

His patience was already running thin and moves your underwear to the side, needing to milk out every little moan and pleads from you he shoves two fingers in without a warning. "Shit." He bites his lip at how greedily you sucked him in with ease. He noticed how quickened your breathing was as he rubbed one inside of you, "Honey, breathe slowly. You're gonna catch a headache if you keep doing that."

"So good, I might cum soon." You babbled out making him chuckle, "I will, I promise, but you have to control your breathing. Close your eyes for me, sweetheart." You look back to question him, only to have a firm nod and a smile that translates to, "Trust me." And you followed. "There we go, now relax for me again. Breathe slowly." This action almost caused you to drift to sleep, but upon the relaxation and comfort which was exactly what he wanted, he mutters out a string of praises as he scissors his fingers inside of you with the pace he knows you tried a while ago.

Putting the vibrator on maximum level, he groans at the clench you gave his long fingers, cock twitching at every moan and response you give him that it was possible he'd cum alone from that right there in the spot. He zeroes down to how your essences were dripping down his hand, eager to have his mouth have a taste but he'll do that some other time. Right now he focuses on beckoning his fingers on the some of the deepest spots he could reach that made you drool.

"T-toru, Toru. I'm close." You warn him. The heat inside your core coming in stronger than anything. With your palms no longer gripping and just splayed down with occasional twitches, your toes slightly curling feeling lighter and your body in a pile of goo, you couldn't tell from apart how different this one felt, but it was indeed about to burst.

"Let go for me, honey. It's okay. You're doing so good." He impales his fingers faster, hitting onto your most favored spot with the vibrator being rubbed frantically on your clit, seeing how lovingly spread out you were and obedient to just take what he gives you excites him to see your own orgasm. "So good for me, aren't you baby." He praises breathlessly, "Cum, come on, cum now." The desperation behind his voice made your eyes roll, finally feeling the cord snap inside of you when his fingers rubbed so good onto your spot.

So out of it you fail to see the mess you've made from behind, your cries deafening all of your senses as you came. "Fuck." Satoru's arms began to shake from the adrenaline. He was not expecting you to squirt all over the sheets, but fuck he couldn't stop staring nor moving the vibrator and his fingers. Milking out all of your worth, until he feels his own thigh become drenched of his own cum just from your own pleasure.

"Toru, baby, ahn— please." Your lower half was attempting to run away from the overstimulation, gulping on his groans he turns the vibrator off and chucks it down to the floor, the pads of his fingers slowly pulling out and then rubbing your abused cunt to see the remains squirting out until you had to push his hand away to cover your sensitive cunny.

"Mmm." Popping his fingers off after having a taste of your cum, he drinks in the sight of you smiling doppily at him, already laying at your back still covering your damp center, obviously sleepy and satisfied before you passed out on him.

Now Satoru was the one who needed massaging, inside of you.

"Sugu– hng fuck."

Such a precious little thing you were to think he'd for once just stop his meek mischiefs up in his sleeves. To see how obviously you were limping and shaking from the long run of your mission, he being the gentleman he is stepped up and offered a piggyback ride on the long way. Those long hours of stuck walking by the distance was tortuous. Not because of how far he knows you'll both arrive home. No, Suguru did not mind the distance at all despite having a few knocks of injuries himself, he didn't mind that he was carrying you throughout that time, no. What got him bothered was the fact of how heavy you were breathing next to his ear whenever his hand would brush up on your thighs.

It seemed like you were in such terrible ache that the slightest touch of his palm was bringing you in a comforting stage. Too comfortable. It was so unfair of you, he thought along the way with the blood in his body pulsing down with such rush to south. The amount of retrain he held was remarkable, if he were to break at some point perhaps you would've been coming home unable to walk for the next few days. Lovely Suguru had to bite down his own comments about how lewd you were being and instead promised to take care of you once you get home.

But he didn't say that he was expecting something in return. Of course you had to, after all he was the one stuck with ingesting multiple curses throughout the day. To swallow a hideous bile being that no one knows of except him was nauseating– like a full on cloth that couldn't even fit your mouth after being wiped on a pile of vomit is what he described to you before. It cursed his entire taste buds to the end.

He'd usually down himself in a whole jug of water to cleanse his palate whenever it got to his nerves. But he can't do that at the moment since he was occupied on kneading the flesh of your thighs, wincing at the visible bruises he spots, you were definitely in poor shape for the next assignments. With Shoko out with his juniors on another task their teacher has sent, you were both stuck in tending to each others needs. He was nevertheless relieved that you both came back with no broken bones and heavy gashes. There's nothing as a sore muscle Geto Suguru cannot handle. All the while his thumbs put pressure on your legs to help you with, you have just the right to lay down for him while he gets his own payback that'll cleanse away to horrid bile that took place on his tongue.

He had been focusing too much on your inner thighs purposely. That and while pushing your legs apart claiming that he was just "stretching" you to help made you hitch a breath at how he was practically and oddly breathing close to your intimate part. "I'm in a bit of discomfort here, darling." His eyes never left the sight that made his mouth salivate. Eager to have his tongue have a taste of the meal he's longed to have. You on the other hand pushed yourself up on bed, disregarding the shooting darts of soreness from your bottom limbs to caress your lovers face in worry.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Where were you hurt?" Up and about to get the medical kit, Suguru placed his hands firmly above your thighs as a silent order for you to stay and tilts his head a little to the side until his lips meet your palm for an adorable kiss of adoration. Though you were in bad shape yet that kind heart of yours has always been doting to him he couldn't help but hide his excitement through the stroke of his thumbs on the patch of skin. "Sugu, let me help you." You scolded lightly, tapping at his hands insisting he lets you go.

He shook his head to the side, "Oh you most definitely will, pretty." The confusion written over your features was hard to resist not to tease, but Suguru was getting antsy by the passing minute and moves his hands up underneath your white button down shirt, hoisting himself up to hover over you as he dives in for a stolen kiss all the while settling you back down on the sheets, drunken at the feather like touches of him and the chaste kiss.

"Just lay down for me and I'll make sure both of us will feel good, 'kay darling?" He places one last kiss on your lips as he slid back down. Beyond confuse still you start to feel his hands knead the flesh of your thighs once more. The soreness making you wince at first before letting a shaky breath out once your muscles had gotten used to the treatment, feeling the pain disappear momentarily. You still didn't get why your boyfriend had made you lay down while he does most to make you feel better, that's when his sly thumbs came close back to your inner thighs making sure they press down even harder on the sensitive skin. Dangerously inching closer to your clothed cunny, your hips jolt followed by a surprised gasp when he placed a kiss by the center.

So this is what he meant. You gazed down shyly at the man who swiftly removes your cycling shorts and underwear away, the feeling of seeing being bare down there automatically made you squeeze your thighs together. "Suguru, I don't know if doing this will help you." You felt yourself shrink to a prey over his predatory gaze, finally getting near to his meal only to be interrupted. "Believe me, pretty girl. You're going to help me out much more than you think." Yelping at the skin being nibbled playfully as his palms took place, "Now, open up for me."

You sighed, there was no way out of this. Nevertheless you let him pry your legs open, revealing the trickle of arousal between them that has him chuckling and traces a finger on your slit. Toes curling slightly at the sensation only to have you clenching around nothing desperately. Suguru was kind enough to insert one finger in, long and thick he thrusts in experimentally. Wiggling it around, delighted at the cute mewls you were emitting and the amount of slick covering just one finger. "S-suguru." He groans at the needy grip of your walls when he retracts his finger out, keeping a thumb occupied with rubbing your clit in slow circles, his slurps up all that was coating his finger well. Not letting any of sweetness go to waste and releases with a groan. "Such a good girl for me." Too drowned out with your moans with the frantic circles on the bundle of nerves, Suguru took the opportunity to deliver a long lap with his tongue over your lips, slow and steady as his breath hits your skin.

Teasing you with hot kisses under there with occasional kitten licks. Suguru has always been skillful in bed, whether it's just his fingers and tongue doing all the work it always ends up falling into euphoric paradise for you. "Mm!" Clamping your lips tightly when the wet muscle prods in your gummy walls, you can feel the tip of his nose wiggling against your clit with the sloppy movements he kept doing just to dive himself deeper in your fervent flower. "Fuck, Suguru, s-slow down." It made your body quiver, the shameful sounds he was making between your legs ignited more heat in you than the embarrassment you feel. But with how carelessly he swipes his tongue and suckles hard on where you're most sensitive as if he was milking you out for good was enough for you to want to run away and catch a breath for a second or so.

"Taste so good, pretty girl." Hands on your ass to squeeze and spread, he praises you with another small kiss on your clit and suckles happily as you sobbed in ecstasy. " 'M feelin' a lot more better now thanks to you." Then it hit you. Suguru would always finish 2 to 3 jugs of water just to get rid of the distasteful hindrance in his mouth, with the way he's getting all handsy and obviously relieved with another flavor entering his system, you get why he ate you out like a beast starving. With your eyes already shut at his strong tongue thrusting in and out of you, you placed a hand above his head, pulling out the hair from his bun to which he hums in gratitude as he feels himself get lighter.

"Ah! Sugu!" Accidentally gripping his hair when he pinched your clit, you feel his free hand back to where you were previously in pain and began massage once more. "I did say we'd make ourselves feel better." He softly blew a hot breath over your dripping arousal, licking his lips as more came gushing out from you as you were already too far gone, "Give it all to me, sweet girl." It got to a point where you were trying to push his head away from your aching cunny. The massage on your thighs only heightened the arousal within you as Suguru had you in a wide spread, an indeed delicious meal all for him to devour. His tongue copying the movement thrust of how he'd work his cock into you, your hips rutting shamelessly much to his happiness on his face. With his sloppy he was there was no doubt that some of your mess was on his cheeks and chin.

But Suguru did mind at all. Not when you're screaming and clawing the sheets each time he edges you just to watch your creamy slick drip down and scoop it up with his fingers. "Suguru! Please ngh, so sensitive." Falls deaf to his ears with the way he kneads your thighs, his hand having a mind of its own with the spreading motion until they reach your lower lips and spread them wide. He can see how adorably you clench onto nothing, whining at the cold air that hits your exposed cunny. Deciding to put his fingers to good use, he was quick to enter two with his tongue trailing from behind. This alone sent zaps of electricity to your spine, pulsing madly at the speed of his fingers and his greedy tongue, you forgot about the pain on your lower body and brought both of your legs to his shoulders.

"Cumming! 'M cummin!!" You babbled in haze, biting your hand to keep you from screaming and the other trying to push him away. It was an electrifying, mind buzzing experience. Everything around you slowly turned white when he drives his fingers deep within your sweet spot whilst slurping all that was dripping. "Good girl, that's it." His eyes sparkled in anticipation feeling you clench around his digits, shaking beneath him giving you a final push by biting gently on your clit, "Give it all to me."

Your tummy clenches at the heat bursting, with your sobbing mewls you didn't realize how Suguru was doing down there. Greedily eating and cleaning out the mess you unexpectedly squirted all over him, the sinister intention patting him on the back for having you wrecked even without his cock. "Bubba." You call out sluggishly, the little nickname you would call him that was impossible not to get turned on especially at your state. Feeling his tongue slither in your clenching hole, weakly pushing his head away from the overstimulation. "B-bubba please, no more. Too good..too much." he doesn't listen, clouded with hunger as you were left under his mercy. "You said you wanted to help me." He points at his tongue, smiling so charmingly innocent as if he didn't just fucked you out with it and proceeds fold your legs up for a wider access and a better view of your cute face.

"You and I both know we still aren't getting better. Might as well keep going until we do, right baby?"

When they say how the weight of the world felt like it's on their shoulders, you didn't think much about it in another perspective. What's the trouble anyway, probably just a metaphor that some say. Now it was just different, the heaviness seems to keep adding as you walk your way home after another exhausting day at work. It was as if you walked with chains chained to metallic ball, nothing but self depreciation clouded your thoughts after a day gone wrong. It gets to this in everyone's point in their lives, where once a glamorous day unexpectedly takes a turn to be a loathing one. You had no idea where it started to be honest, one second you were happily chatting it up with your coworkers on your free time, the other was when one of them had offered snacks for everyone to enjoy, and then next was the quiet yet pleasing view of the city lights just below the building. And then everything just blacked out just like that.

Whether it was one of those times where you remember something from the past or went too far ahead of what's awaiting for you the next couple of days, you couldn't stop the lump on your throat from forming at the sudden intrusion of sadness coming in. The rain was no help either, only to have a jacket to cover your shivering figure all the way home added to the heaviness that took place in your heart. So cold, you whimpered at the back of your head, teeth chattering at gust of wind flying to your direction. Though feeling already dried out you forced your legs to sprint faster, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the damp amount of clothing that was making you irritated.

Bed. That was the only place where you find comfort. It's just a bad day, it'll get better tomorrow or you could just sleep it off and laugh about how silly it was whatever happened. All you needed was a good old rest, shutting down meant no problems could pester you when you're in dreamland. Yet you felt a harsh, burning sensation on your back side when you plopped down the clean sheets, wincing and moaning in pain as you slowly rolled onto your stomach. Not daring to move an inch because it burned so fucking bad, it hurts, your head hurts, your heart was heavy, you felt at lost because you don't know what was the cause of all this.

"Bub?" A soft knock against the opened door of your bedroom, "Saw your clothes on the floor soaking wet. Didn't even notice you came in." It was stupid to not fall apart from the voice of your husband who was just trying to make small talk, but with such tenderness behind them you didn't realize this was what you needed after so long of standing strong, you needed your time to just be taken care of. "Everything alright, baby?" A calloused hand swoops in on your back, the warmth coming from his palms slowly easing the frozen tension to your colder ones each motion even with one thin layer of clothing in the way. The hem of your white tee risen a bit when he slides his hand underneath it, alarmed at the hisses you let out and the obvious scrunch on your brows shows him how you were in a position of discomfort.

"You're so cold." He frowns, "How 'bout you go freshen up with a nice warm bath? Wouldn't want you catching a flu now." His hand slides away from your skin, leaving you to softly whine at the lost of contact to which he didn't hear and was about to get up and run you a bath. As sweet as it was for him to be so attentive, you didn't want to get up anytime soon if it weren't for the pain residing in your body. You could only plead for him to stay next to you than go elsewhere. After all, his presence was enough to bring you the comfort that you've been searching for.

"Doll, you're gonna get sick."

"It hurts, Toji." You sobbed, "Everything sucks. I suck." Your words caught muffled on the pillow on your face, submitting yourself to defeat to the unknown. It just didn't made sense how someone who was just happy one moment ago could be at their lowest the next minute. "Hey now, you're beating yourself more y'know? None of that crap. It ain't true." He brushes off your hair from your face, trying to catch a glimpse of you who attempted to bury yourself deeper on the pillow, but clearly he can see how your chest heaves and the sniffles you pathetically tried to keep quiet. "What's hurting you, munchkin?" Even the toughest surface can be softened just like how Toji is after years of being glued by his side. It felt so nice to see him show another side no one even he knows of. The tip of his nose just nuzzle at the side of your head like a cat wanting attention just makes you melt and inch close to nuzzle against him in return.

However the tranquility was interrupted by the slipped hiss from your lips when his thumb presses up on your upper back. Immediately Toji gets the situation, humming before murmuring a little apology as he hovers above you. Planting both of his knees to the sides of your legs while raising your shirt up to expose the skin. "S'okay sweets, I've got you now." The hands that were mostly used to handling deadly weapons– the one's that have been tainted by the blood of other's and could easily break anything was impossible to believe that these were the same but most tender one's carefully easing up the pain. He gives at least 10 minutes of focus on the upper, middle and lower part of your back. Occasionally hearing the slight sound of released tension mostly on the middle section, seeing how your eyes were brimming with tears Toji treated you like a fragile glass trying to make you feel better. Aware of his strength, he's slightly cringing at the thought of putting too much pressure and actually cracking a bone especially when he's not one to even offer a massage in the first place.

It pained him to hear the little sniffles you desperately tried to hide in the pillow. All he could do now was simply hope that his presence was enough to let you know that he was ready to do anything to cheer you up. A shiver ran down your spine from the chapped lips that went in for a tender kiss on your shoulder, you could hear the numerous praises, "You did good," "I'm proud of ya, doll," and "Let me take care of the rest for ya." Fall in the softest tone he could muster. The once deadliest assassin dropped down into a loving, doting husband who treated you with royalty awakened something inside of your depths. A carnal need to have your husband, feel him to the bone; make it seem like the world to disappear and leave you two in your own. The comfort of his palms ignited a heat that was spreading quickly, with a shaky sigh and quiver of your body from the heightened sensitivity, you let your hips roll up gently. Where Toji sat but not letting his weight down further, his breath hitched a bit loud feeling you rub against him. A pleased and wanton hum escaping your lips when you felt his hands on your hips, sighing at the rock hard erection forming in his sweats as he follows your movements.

"Tojiii.." you dragged out a whine, the sluggish movements of his hips drawing out the impatience in you. "Need you." Oh don't give him that look, the wobbling pout on your sad lips, pleading droopy eyes, a man who could not be fallen to his knees could be easily slammed down by you and you only. "I don't think that's a good idea there, doll." He groans when you rubbed harder against him, pinning your hips down with a huff and incoherent grumbles. "You're gonna be in a lot more pain trying out some freaky stuff here. We can always do it when you're in good shape."

With a pat on your bum, your hand reaches out to grab onto his wrist. So lost in words all there was to do was opening and closing your mouth until he could only hear sniffles. To come off looking so needy wasn't what you intended your husband to see you, rather you wanted him to anchor you down back to earth and away from the void that took a hold of you. "Please, I really need to feel you." The lithe movement of your thumb across his knuckles softened his heart. If he was a man who would do anything for survival, he was also a man who would do anything for his wife. At times in need, he never wanted to witness you in a state of helplessness; to not comprehend that state is more dreadful than it seems. Completely utterly lost and at the verge of breakage, the only thing left to do was to find the last thing to keep yourself together.

He lets a sigh out, from that your hand falters, slowly backing away as your buried your head down in shame for such display. Embarrassment flooded your senses wanting nothing more than to shield away from Toji and puzzle yourself up, but that won't be a thing anymore now that the sudden cold air flashes on your naked skin below. Gasping with a shiver, you were unable to look back when you felt an all too familiar rough pad of his thumb rub around your arousal. "I'll let you cockwarm me instead, but I won't be movin' just for your sake." And without a warning, the thickness of his cock knocks you out like a light, eyes rolling back at the intruding pleasure as you clutched onto the pillow. Just like he promised, he stays still inside of you. Quietly letting a few grunts whenever you flutter around him and squeeze so appreciatively tight on his throbbing cock.

You were panting at the heavily overwhelming length inside of you. If you could move or shift a little with the already crown tip hitting so deep in you, you could cum on the spot already. Instead you basked in his presence, how nice it was that he let's you do this without any question. It goes to show that even at times where you couldn't get a word out, Toji happens to simply understand immediately. Sometimes you ask yourself if you really deserved someone like him in your life. To Toji, he was nothing more than a rogue man nothing to hold him back. It struck you now how he's left the life he used to live in before just to stay with you and become an entirely different man. That alone left a huge lump in your throat– like howls of a wolf with the speed of light does darkness consume you once more.

Lost in a void of unexplainable doubts and thoughts. With the presence of fear in place, you get it now. It was one of those episodes again and it came in unexpectedly. Where everything was built perfectly suddenly just bites the dust in a blink of an eye. So that's the reason why you felt like this. And to think you had dragged your husband into your mess worsened it. He's had his own episodes and you didn't want him to see another one just like it, yet with gentle touches on your sides you feel a nuzzle on your temple. A kiss placed there and your bubble pops– the darkness disintegrating and what looks like peace comes back.

"I'm here, bub."

There was a sting that was slowly settling in your chest. Since when has your breathing become labored? And since when was your face so damped with sweat? Turning to face Toji, you expected him to have a brow raised and begin dropping questions as to what was wrong with you. Instead to be greeted with a patient man ready to tend to your needs and listen, like he said he stays perfectly still, only allowing his hands to run over the skin and pained muscles to soothe them. He doesn't dare speak, not when you're trying to collect everything that's happening in your surroundings, but he couldn't help himself to leave a quick peck on your nose for safe keeping; it was as if by that he silently was letting you know that it was okay. Everything was going to be alright. He was here.

Only you and him now. No one else. As if time had stopped, there were no longer worries to see up ahead. There only stood a man who had his arms open for you to run to. Fear that once sat so comfortably on its place vanished, and was replaced by no one other than Toji looking sincere than the sinister person that was there before. There was no longer need to get lost, not when you're holding the hands of a skilled fighter who can protect you and get you out of there. Even if he has to it again and again.

The pain in your back was not as sore as it was minutes ago. Toji could not only see that but he can feel it by the way your hips were moving on their own. Yet again, he dares not to speak. "Good girl." He praises you with another kiss, guiding you with slow thrusts to match the calming yet lazy pace. Chuckling at the moan that escaped when he jackhammers a little, "That's it, you have me right here, doll. Not goin anywhere." Eyes closing at each throb his cock would do as you held onto his bicep. Clawing when you let him take control over, the usual pounding and make out sessions dissolve into the most intimate and gentle loving way as possible. Toji could get used to this, considering how drunken he's gotten on how your lips never left his as he swallowed up your mewls.

"Ah!" You pulled away with a weep, biting on his shoulder to muffle the next couple of noises. Toji curses at the surge of sensitivity from your actions before smirking down, "There?" Already knowing the answer, he only pounds in with a bit of force. Walls greedily and happily sucking him deeper, mouth panting heavily at the heat of your belly. He watches you crumble underneath him, "T-toji, I love you, ngh!" Shakily his breath became ragged, feeling his own high coming in close from your words, "I know, baby. I love you too." Urgent but still not rough his thrusts have become. Strings of i love you's seems to be the only thing you could babble at the moment, no longer could Toji separate your tears from the convulse of your creaming cunny or how much you've expressed yourself to him. "That's it, such a good girl cumming for me." He lets your cry back onto the pillow with his arms wrapped below you. "I love you, thank you so much. Iove you so much."

"Shh." Hushing your cries by holding you close, "Always here for you, bubs. It's okay now." Finally as he spills deep into your womb. Even feeling sticky and sweaty doesn't bother him anymore now that he's finally seen the serene look on your face as you slept peacefully on his chest. He'll draw the bath in a few hours or so if he wakes up early, he thoughts. If he had to be honest, he didn't expect he'd live a life of a domestic husband. Never has he pictured he can become a different person when it came to you and how he's handle situations like these so easily than the usual bloodied battles. Yet he doesn't complain one bit, to live this life with you and to share everything even problems and hardships, he was ready to face it all with you and for you. The world can wait, it had been a rough and tiring day for you. He hopes to see you wake up the next day beaming at him with the light glimmering back in your eyes. It pained him so much to see them shattered and dull, never does he want to see you feel like that ever again.

So now he holds you, making sure to rub a few minutes on your muscles for safe keeping while staring blissfully at your peaceful features. "Always here for you."

Especially now that he knows that you'll be expecting.

Even as he appears to be quite a grouch to many, your husband has been an absolute gem throughout the years of your life. So doting and loving with you behind doors, would even spare a minute or an hour just to cherish the peace being in your arms, now more than ever with a growing life in you after 2 years of marriage. To think that this man would bring up the topic about children one day had taken a shock out of you, claiming that he would love to have a little version of you or him to take care of and to love even more just showed how incredibly soft and loving Nanami was deep inside.

Proving how serious he was with his family planning that night after h stumbled upon a very pregnant woman with a child no more than what looks like a kindergarten attached to her hip, and with a husband who was just playfully waving an elephant plushie over the eyes of the child watching the shy smile turn into a toothy grin as the mother watches them, Nanami could only feel himself hold a breath at the scene he was blessed to witness when he was out for his coffee break and to order some bread on the way back to work. Of course at first he tried shaking off the feeling, though it was a pleasant sight to see. The life of a jujutsu sorcerer was a never ending field of sorrow indeed, he wouldn't tell anyone but his heart aches for children like Itadori to be exposed so early to such gruesome life than enjoying their youth as they should.

Families were the last thing in his mind, always thinking ahead especially with his line of job he worries too much about the future. But that didn't stop him from secretly longing to have something that'll bring him a brighter aspect of meaning and happiness in life. Something he could protect and watch them smile even the messiest at times and run around the house, waiting for his arrival and yelling out, "Daddy!" With so much glee and would just pounce their tiny little bodies onto him tightly. Nanami wanted that so badly. He wanted a baby— a family. It was more than enough to have anyone weak in the knees upon hearing his honest confession and hidden secrets about this, you gushed at how precious he was the night he told you he wanted to try for a baby. Rubbing subtle circles on your stomach as if he was already picturing it swollen and carrying his child.

Next thing you know was how happily he showed you how thankful he is you agreed, and how he didn't hesitate to push himself to his limit just to make sure he spills every ounce of his baby batter inside of your womb. The sex that had turned into a much heated and promising one to make sure you get pregnant, having to fold your legs over your chest just to drive himself deeper to avoid any spillage. Nanami kept his word in every deep thrusts and praises of how good you'd look all round and waddling with his baby. It continued on again and again and again for a week until the biggest announcement he's longed to receive has been uttered out. Leaping up from the comfort of your bed after a hectic day of constant whining from his senior was turned into ash once he had you in his embrace, thanking every bit and worshipping you for giving him his very most wanted gift that only you could provide.

Throughout the months of your growing pregnancy he's already expected the number of hormones about to be thrown in his direction, but choosing between you or his blabbering senior he wouldn't mind the random outburst or rants you would pop here and there. He finds his own pleasure in moments like those, for example was that he gets to hold you close. Always ensuring his hands were placed protectively on your growing belly as he basks in the warmth of your skin. You had grown so plushy that what you're insecure about, Nanami loves down to the bone. Loves having your now soft body mold perfectly against his solid form, loves to sneakily squeeze the ravishing flesh while acting like it was an accident when he was secretly enjoying it too much. Too say that falling in love over and over again was one thing Nanami thought was preposterous, but as that glow he sees that no one possesses other than his astonishing wife, it felt like he was in a loop hole of endlessly falling to your grace. He loved your entirely new appearance day by day.

But as lovely as it sounds, there were the days where being pregnant makes you question everything you've done and just want the child out immediately to stop the scorching burn and rush of unwanted hormones. Sitting has never been so hard for you especially when you couldn't stay still and find a good position, it pained your back because of your now 8 month old womb grew into a size of a watermelon being carried around 24/7. Your feet felt like giving up each time you waddled around the house, the only good thing that soothes it was when your husband gives you a nightly foot rub to his suggestion. But what was bugging you the most was the heaviness and fullness your breasts have become. The soreness would concern you sometimes, but your doctor had assured you that it was normal for a pregnant woman to feel these kinds of symptoms, some may have gotten used to it a couple of days. But the feeling of being too full was overwhelming, not to mention how many times you'd hiss at the sensitivity when your nipples would brush up against the shirts you wore at night whenever you take off your bra.

Nanami watched as he laid beside you with a book held on one hand, averting his vision away by surprise when he sees you cupping your breasts and moving them around gently. "Might I ask why?" He coughs, even though he's seen you a bunch of times, even touched you in many ways Nanami still carried out being the gentleman that he is as your husband. You felt heat rise up your cheeks having him to see that, you were so focused on the pain you've completely forgotten how he's practically next to you. Nanami doesn't mind all these, you could tell the man anything and he won't be one bit disturbed or question it. Instead he would find ways to help you through it, and that's the problem. Telling him this, there's no doubt that he would even try to resolve this, you just couldn't help but get bashful underneath it. You couldn't lie to him especially at this rate of your pregnancy.

"They're really sore."

Mumbling out quietly, even with calm eyes they felt as if they were drilling holes just by looking at you. Kicking the blanket up a bit, you reached out for the covers and hid yourself inside, embarrassed at the awkward silent in the room when you see a bit of wrinkle from the side of the blanket whilst being tugged. "Why did you hide in the covers though?"

"It's not everyday you see your wife holding and saying her boobies hurt out in the blue." Pouting with a huff, you hear a faint chuckle beside you and the snap of a book shut. Nanami placed it above the nightstand next to the bed and sits up as well. "Dear, it's perfectly fine." Tapping over the barrier that was in between you. He smiles at the vivid memory he has of you bashfully hiding behind Shoko back in the days when you'd come near him. Old habits seemed to never die hard. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, better if you tell me so we could've done something sooner."

"Who knows it might have been very alarming."

"You act as if I'm puking my insides right now." Gracefully the covers fall from your no longer grasping hands, the vulnerability now at the presence of your adoring husband who was quick enough to leave a loving kiss on the side of your head, "I'm only worried about you, sweetheart." Leaning on the palm that rests on your jaw, his thumb moves into little strokes below your chin that was slowly lulling you to drowsiness. The natural masculine scent filling your senses with security and trust, something you sigh to as your body felt like mush beneath his spell. A hum drums out from him before stealing in a chaste kiss that has you pouting when he pulls away too soon. It's always such a rare sight to see the monotonous ex salary man become so loving and tender behind doors. Finding yourself smiling dreamily at how blessed you were to marry such a fine gentleman, Nanami had taken the opportunity to hoist you up with ease, no sign of struggle or anything at how effortlessly he switches your position to straddle above him. His hands always finding their way home to your stomach, never once missing a day to give it a good rubbing with a few chats from a father to his child. Seeing how attentive he was excites you to see much more of him once your baby is out.

"You know you shouldn't be too rough on yourself on that part." You flinch at the sharp gaze he lands on your chest, seemingly studying them like how he'd analyze critical situations was quite amusing. His gaze lands back on you, giving it a few seconds of secretly admiring your beauty on top of him, so full and just so delightful in his eyes. "Ken.." you trail off, squirming from his heated gaze missing how his lips curled up slightly at your meek actions. "Would you like me to take care of it for you?" Something about the way he said it brought fire inside of your core. So low and careful he sounds, almost tantalizing for you to have control of as you mindlessly guided his bigger hands to cup your chest. Right as you nod, Nanami gives them a small, cautious squeeze. Your husbands hands feeling so godly touching your tender breasts as you sigh shakily. The first few minutes was him moving his thumbs underneath them whilst the rest of the fingers gently presses down like the keys of the piano to stimulate.

He's had a small smile plastered on his face hearing you release the tension from the inside. Occasionally holding his wrist with a small that feels good here and there, he's glad he's helping out during your times in need. Moving his hand a bit higher, he accidently grazes on the pebbled bud against your tank top, squeaking at the sensation, your sensitivity had only heightened during his session. Though Nanami had no intentions of doing that, his breath got caught up when he notices a small patch of wetness leaking through the fabric. He knows its wrong, but he seems so fascinated at the new reaction you gave him just by the slightest touch on your body, he gulps down a bit before clearing his throat. You on the other hand had been embarrassed far enough and pried his hands away from cupping your breasts. "I-I think that's enough, I feel much better already." Stuttering out, he wasn't budging away as you bit your lip feeling the intense heat get to you, "Thank you, Ken. I'm really okay now." Trying to get up your top shifts upwards when you raised your arm, immediately pulling it back down and covering both visible buds and hissing at the fabric rubbing onto them. It was no good seeing the smallest spot damped already.

"That looks very painful." He gestures. You shrink under his words feeling nothing but embarrassment flooding you, "How about you take it off," sly fingers tugging on the edge of your top, the other one pulling you close by the waist, "and let me take care of you." Wishing you could say that it was okay and unnecessary, no words came out of your mouth to which Nanami smiled fondly off. In the end, he helps you out of your top leaving you bare for his hungry eyes to feast upon. He bit back a groan by hiding it with a pleased hum, your stomach on full view and the glints of your leaking milk supplies has him weak. You were absolutely breathtaking and sure as hell knocked the oxygen out of him.

"Um.."

"What is it, sweetheart?" About to back out from the bareness in front of him, he races you through your words by cupping your luscious breasts back in his skillful hands. Sighing at the tantalizing hold he has of them, you give in, "Please be careful. They're extra sensitive." Looking down to your stomach, Nanami leans in forward and captures your lips. Sealing away all worries when he feels you relax onto his hold. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." What you did not expect was to feel his lips suddenly place a kiss on the erected bud before engulfing it in his mouth. "A-ahn! I thought— oh, Kento!" He suckles softly on your nipple, the rich foreign flavor coating his tongue, happily lapping it out as he slowly becomes hypnotized by the taste and your lovely noises.

"It feels much more nice when you let me take care of you with no worries, love." He says before blowing soft air onto your swollen nipple that has you tugging onto the golden strands of his hair, "Let your husband take good care of you." Panting above him, you heave in the air heavily humping your covered sex on his strong thigh carefully yet obviously showing your needy self. Happily he returns to suckling and poking the tip of his tongue to tease the erected bud. Like the haze you seemed trapped in, your chest was beginning to feel tingly before it calms down to the awaited relief you yearned for as your husband drains all of the milk that was left.

Giving your right nipple one last suck, he releasing it with a pop, examining the leaking tenderness of your breast as he moves to the next one. "Eep! Don't play with it!" Once he suckles on your left one, the surge of stinging pleasure zaps into your spine feeling him roll the previous worn out one in between his fingers. "Ken, mh! Please." His gentle grip falters on your hips when he can feel the dampness on his thigh spreading. Forgetting the fact that you were much more prone to sensitivity during intimate moments, your hormones were just as good as affected as well. Still he moans quietly as he milks you from all your worth, staying perfectly still just for you to have your enjoyment grinding your pulsing cunny. The scratch on his shoulder halted his actions followed by a loud whine from you, immediately he pulls away much to your dismay.

"Are you alright? We can stop now if you're in any pain." Cupping your face tenderly, he tries to capture your lips with his as a silent understanding between you two when you whined out, "Wanna cum, please daddy. Don't stop." Frozen as a rock, Nanami registers the low, wanton tone that had just blessed his ears. His trousers felt like they were scorching his skin, but he knows he couldn't have you as it might have risks factors. "Want daddy to take care of you, angel?" Hand slithering down to touch your soaking cunny, the warmth of his hand causes you to twitch around when he rubs on your aroused clit, "Unh— please!" The calloused pad of his thumb giving you the rough texture like sensation that was rubbing wonders down there. Nanami occupies himself back to your neglected breast as the other free hand tweaks the other one.

The dopey smile on your face hasn't changed, it was like he could almost make out the small tiny hearts forming in your eyes while babbling so much pleads and whines about how sensitive you were whenever he bites down just a bit or pinches your bud. "So goood, gonna cum soon." You slur out, head falling on his shoulder hearing a pop coming from your chest, "Is that so? Good girl." The smile widens as he listens to the sobbing moans you gave out when he circles frantically on your pulsing pussy. "KEN! KENTO!" You cry, bracing yourself from the rush of coil ready to explode from your body. His free hand cupping on your breast and briefly giving a small squeeze and tweaks in between his fingers, "Cum now, it's okay."

Shaking thighs, tongue lulling out. You were completely spent as your body sags onto your husbands body. His hand never stops moving until you rode out your orgasm, but now it was starting to feel like he was milking you out as well down there for you to cry out, "A-ah, no more, daddy. So sensitive." Quivering away, he obliges. Holding you softly by the waist and bombarding you with questions about how you felt and if there was something he did wrong. Exhausted and all, you could only give Nanami a small smile while snuggling deeper in his body when he runs his hand on your back, "I'm okay now. Thank you for taking care of me."

The weight of your breasts feeling much more lighter than minutes ago, contented with the light kisses on the crown of your head and a clear, "I love you." From your husband. All the while his heart beat was setting some melodic trance that has led you to drowsiness, you miss the way he suggested to take a warm bath before going back to bed, and a snack or two because you've worn yourself out just by receiving an amazing treatment. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you or his baby. Even with his own needs, Nanami would always put you first above everything. From a monotonous man, there that held you close was nothing more than a loving, doting husband you were lucky to marry.

A sight that people will never see behind the closed doors indeed.

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jjk men when they went too far

— degradation gone wrong!

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

↠ Warning: tw; insecurity, degradation (heavy one for toji), dubcon-ish, roughness, mdni! hurt, lots of comfort (toji with most fluff), cussing, they don't mean it really

• we all know this man couldn't filter his mouth even if he tried

• there are times like wherein Suguru has to point out how he's going overboard with the things he says and does

• Satoru doesn't always mean what he says, though he won't admit that since he knows people don't take it to heart

• but when he does know he's crossed the line— especially around you, mans down right guilty and won't hesitate to kneel down if it meant you'll forgive him

• and know he never meant any of the crap he sprouted because you're his precious babie :((

You were always a good girl for him. Taking him so well, so deep, giving him all of your milked worth and cute mewls of chants of his name and pleads. Satoru loved that so much, such an angel you were, he'd praise through his gentle yet punishing thrusts in your sopping cunt. With you, everything was sentimental, nothing rushed nor animalistic like the days back in his teen years and early twenties; the amount of women he's slept and left before the brink of dawn.

They didn't really matter just as long as he's had his fill. But with you? The love and tenderness laced on his words and pleasurable actions were never lost whenever you're underneath him, just taking and taking until you beg him to stop because it was too good, too much.

But now it didn't seem like it. He wouldn't look at you with just feral rage after coming home from a whole day meeting with his clan; a rare turn up of events and they've done it now. A scoff here and there whenever you'd tell him to slow down or release a plead. He thinks you're just being your usual mess, but you weren't. His thrusts were too ferocious— not even sparing the preparation or adjustment that he began hammering into you, claiming with the softest voice he can muster how you've done it before, you can do it again.

"Gah! Satoru, wait—"

"You'll take it. You've always taken me so good." He hides the snarl by biting down harshly on the skin of your neck. Groaning when you moaned and tightened around his angry, throbbing cock when he doesn't catch the pain laced behind your tiny voice. "Ah! Baby, please! You're going— ngh! Too fast!" small crescents form on his back from digging your nails in, Satoru slams his hips harshly, almost knocking the air out of you.

"Quit whining so much." the tip of his cock pushing painfully on point at the deepest spots that used to feel so heavenly, "I thought you were a good girl, baby. Guess Daddy has to find himself another one if you can't." angrily, he growls out. As if he was disgusted of what he sprouted. He knows deep down even in the mask of lust he doesn't mean it at all, he takes in the way you clench as a good sign and continues, unaware of how quiet you've grown and the quiver of your lips.

"Fuck, you really want daddy that much huh— (Y/n)? Baby?"

Like a switch has been flipped, his entire body freezes as he hoisted his upper body up to get a clear view of you attempting to sniffle softly but the obvious, pained scrunch on your face telling otherwise. "Are you going to leave me, Toru?" sounding so small, Satoru's heart shattered, he can see how you wavered away from the touch of his hand on the side of your face, feeling more than heavy weights pulling his entire being.

"No, no, no, honey. No, never." immediately, but carefully pulling out of you, he's quick to jump right in and pull you in his arms, like a fragile being he ever so slightly grazes his fingers up and down ghostly to soothe your aching muscles. Not choosing to push away from his embrace, you let yourself cry, "I'm sorry if I wasn't being good. I'll do more, please don't leave me." you've heard about stories of how things were with him during these times. Though even in the longest run of your relationship, the insecurity and fear lays swarming in the back of your thoughts as he cups your head to pull you closer, a single, no, two pecks landing on your temple almost desperately.

"No, fuck no, you've been more than good to me. I swear." the anger in his body vanishes, replaced with the utmost of guilt when he sees what he swore he'd never make you feel, "I'm so sorry, please honey. I didn't mean it. You're good, you're enough." he didn't care if he sounded like he was at the verge of crying himself so uncharacteristically because he was. The fact that after the meeting his clan had set up, they happen to propose to the idea of arranging him in a marriage with one of the powerful clans in the jujutsu world to attain an heir. Apparently it was the last string to pull to make him snap at how messed up some people in his life was.

He remembers vividly how he singlehandedly terrified all of his elders who thought badly of you; how unworthy you were to be his soon to be bride when he accidentally blurts it out of the heat. He wanted to erase all of them, but he's done much worse. It crushes him to the core, he tightens his hold around you, feeling the trembles of his body as he vents out what happened, "I don't want anyone else, I'm really sorry, honey." he seals in each word in each kisses he gives on your swollen lips. Even as you calmed down and twiddled with his fingers, Satoru has trouble dealing with situations like these and will do anything he can to make you feel better.

Hopefully enough to say yes when he pops out the question soon. But for now, he holds you, letting in the flow of emotions down without shame like the bareness of your bodies. Enough to show how sincere he is to his words,

"You're my one and only good girl."

• this adorable human drinks his respect on women

• Suguru isn't big on degradation, if anything he worships your very existence like why would he talk smack of his darling? Man doesn't even think he's worthy to even call you his

• may or not just accidentally says something (much like his best friend) that he doesn't know was as sharp as a knife out of the anger & lust

• it only happened once when you were kindly chatting up with his clients just to make them feel welcome. Suguru was so scarred after that but he won't tell you that

• you were just too close to those he strongly and distinctly despises

The two sides of the coin, that's what people described Suguru. He's never once showed the sinister gazes and pure hatred that shook those at a wide range just before him in front of you, you didn't deserve that, you were all the goodness the world wasn't, he claims. All the best and purest was only for you. You didn't need to flip the coin just to see how tainted the other side is. You just focus on how the good side, how it was all smiles and stolen, shameless kisses. Occasional escapades like the youth and love that hasn't died down as the years go by.

Your goodness was the only thing that brightens up his little families days, kept him sane for the remaining days of his newly profound life. Now it was rubbing off to those peasants that were not worthy of your kindness. How it irked under the depths of his skin when a single monkey placed a hand on your shoulder so casually while getting closer. He itched to rid of the hindrance, the stench that lingers on the your skin— his skin. Oh was it horrible when that creature got too close to your comfort. As if hell broke loose, hell became the only color of his surroundings that day.

That day he demanded you to take your rightful place on your throne. With both legs on each side of the flexed muscles, spread openly to allow the mouth watering mess to drip down the carpet in his room, he's had you at the best seat in the world; on his lap. And what's a best seating arrangement without a little show like the reflection being shown in your already half lidded eyes. Oh how exciting it should've been if your lover wasn't being so rough.

"Naughty, darling."

He lands a firm, hard slap on your aching, neglected clit, you sobbed aimlessly, clutching onto his arms for support looking at your reflection with the scene unfolding, "Ah! Ow!" another one he lands, mewling at the tips of his pesky fingers sliding down your slit teasingly, grinding down to try to give them a light nudge inside the warmth of your clenching walls. It felt like an eternity, your bundle of nerves was bound to fall of from the numbing sensation and in need of relief.

"Such a needy little lamb, what a shame." you looked up to him in daze, only to feel a hand wrapped around the base of your throat to lock you back in place, only meeting eyes on the mirror, an unknown aura— no, person was drilling holes into yours.

"You're a disgusting, tainted little lamb, aren't you?"

"W-wha, AH!" two fingers prodded their way in, welcomed with the immense clenching that made him lick his lips in desire, "Poor thing, I would've given you some mercy if you didn't reek of those monkey's stench." he eyes the place where that piece of garbage landed his hand on, clamping his teeth down hard a it dugs onto the skin, earning him a sharp jolt of your body, "Ow! Suguru!"

"How displeasing. You're letting yourself come close to those vile things? I'm disappointed."

Your chest heaved heavily, heart breaking into two upon hearing his disappointment. Your body squirmed in discomfort, your reflection screaming how disgusting you are as he said, only worse how he keeps you in place. The sight was too much, no adoration written in his features nor the string of praises. It was so foreign. All you did was be nice, didn't he like that? The longer you stared at your own self from up to down, Suguru was the first to caught on how silent you were and wincing at the stinging grip you had on his wrist.

For the first time, he was tongue tied when he see how your eyes glistened in tears and how you looked at yourself and him so indifferent like before. "Sweetie." He doesn't need someone to tell him he's fucked up badly, how he went too far gone into his rabbit hole of hatred to anything that has something to do with the source. The sharpness of his eyes melt into softness and regret, showering you with apologies and the much needed comfort you need. To know he meant absolutely no harm nor intention of hurting you badly.

"Am I disgusting to you now, Sugu?" he can see the wavering of your lips as you tried to wipe away your tears that fell endlessly, "Are you going to throw me out like the rest of them too?" not daring to meet his eyes as it was not even worthy to even exist in the world he lives, you visibly flinch when his thumb came up to stroke your cheek lovingly. Unable to voice out the screams of please don't look away in his head, Suguru places a messy kiss on the other cheek repeatedly, "Darling, never have I thought of such idea." the hand that was once on your throat, gently cups on your jaw nudging it a bit up to look back into the mirror.

"I see nothing more than an angel beside someone who doesn't deserve such goodness and beauty." smiling softly when you finally look at him face to face, sniffling quietly as he kisses both of your lids before your lips, "I'm so sorry, darling. Please forgive me?" he could do this all day; just stare at you and basking in your beauty while leaning his forehead on yours. Only then you began to calm down at the playful taps of his fingers on your nose, cooing out a small, "That's my girl." to break back the smile he damaged a second ago as his fingers slid back down to business, moaning softly with you at the soaking heat.

"Why don't I make it up to you, my pretty baby?"

• does this a lot back in the days and grew into it

• he struggles with praises, soft touches, and the closeness when he's grown up with the polar opposite all his life

• there are moments where the unfamiliar praises ended up being stuck in his throat that he chokes on his own spit

• believe when he says he really, really wants to tell you but he doesn't know if it'll sound good or feel good

• if he has trouble expressing that, he's at war when the time came he's crossed the line

"What a fucking slut."

The squelching of your poor, abused cunny made a hot embarrassment out of you, but nothing can ever be compared to how he manhandles you with ease. A hand holding your leg by the calf hoisted above his shoulder as the other occupies around your neck, groaning shamelessly at how you dazed up to him with an already fucked out expression from his torment. God he so wants to let out a satisfied good girl because look at you, how immaculate you just are before him, a man with nothing to give in return to all the showers of offers you have let him gain.

Just how easy it was to also act that way in front of his boss, showing how much of a good girl you were not only to him, but to other's as well. He couldn't help the seething rage when he can clearly see the geezers eyes trail up from what's his so causally as if he wasn't in the same room as the ruthless man who could've ended him in a millisecond. Was this called jealousy? If so, Toji despises it with all of his gut. Then again he can't do anything about it. Not until he got his bounty that day, and a triumph huffed when he's rid of the bastard.

He loves you, he loves you. He's beyond confused and lost at how to tell you, only able to rut in you like the beast he is with no mercy whatsoever. "Eungh! Tojii!" the tip of his cock grazes at your sweet spot with ease, "There! There! Please!" you twitch at the each throb his cock does. It felt so good, you babbled endlessly, his hand suddenly tightening around your throat that made you choke up a moan, "That where you only good at, darlin?" he laughs breathlessly at the way you wheezed and squeezed around him.

"All cock hungry, good for nothing cumdump, aren't ya?"

Your freed leg was starting to cramp up a bit, trying to lock it back to his waist but ended up slipping from the sweat, the position he had you in suddenly became uncomfortable, through the whines he missed out on the slight pain laced to it and pushes the other one wider. "Looks like I've gotten myself a pretty needy slut, huh?" when he saw how your lips wobbled at the comment, Toji hadn't been bothered by it still, spurting out the dirtiest of vulgarity next to your ear feeling the knot in his core bound to snap.

You were so good. You felt so good, he thought, but it only came out to be the final breakage of your used to be hazy world, "Always have to act like such an angel when you're really just another crying, desperate little thing." you sobbed, not anymore was it for him but for the ache of how humiliated it felt. How bad it had gone. You didn't know what you had done to have Toji say such things all at once. The only thing that crossed your mind was how maybe he sees you as only that and not as someone who genuinely loved him.

The discomfort of your position only added to the troubled fuel in your heart. Through his grip on your neck, unable to voice out, you resulted to digging your nails down his forearm hard, luckily catching his attention "Hng, not so deep— ah kid?" his hips faltered their movements before it came to a full stop, the grip on your neck loosened but you didn't let him pull away from your streaming tears, mustering up the courage in hopes to still have a bit of strength in you, but only sounding pathetic when you cried, "I'm sorry for not being good." your hands held tightly still on his arm when he flinched, afraid he'll come to realization. Worse, to walk out on you.

"I don't know what I did, but Toji I only wanted to be your good girl." instincts took over as he cupped your cheek, hearing a meek I promise from the small of your voice. He really doesn't know what else to do, but the atmosphere changed drastically like the life inside him died with saddened and guilty eyes watching you sob your heart out in his palm. He tosses out all insecurity and possible outcomes of his thoughts. He's witnessed you do it to him countless of times, picked up some of the perks he's grown fond of. He's always witness your praises, it was time he makes up for it and stop being a jackass. "Kid," the little endearment he calls you, it was cute how he chose something so random yet you know better that it's only for you, "I'm sorry."

Sniffling, you watch lay a careful chin on the middle of your breast, looking ever so the softest you've witnessed with both his hands cupping and squishing your cheeks like a child. "You're none of those, it was a load of crap." blinking, unable to speak for how the sudden change of personality, almost at a blink of an eye you felt chaste peck on your lips. Toji tried to avoid your now wide gaze at him, only stuffing half of his face onto your skin with the unfamiliar heat rising to his features, he finally, finally he says,

"I love you."

He was trying, you could tell. But deep inside you it warmed all of the worries away. The fact he chose to say his first ever i love you and to show a completely different side of him was enough to have you to forgive him. Though Toji will never forget this night, not because he's finally gotten the courage to be more open, but because of that he's spent more on making it up to you in subtle ways because he wouldn't want you to caught on how you were the only one to make him go all lovesick. He won't admit he likes it either as he holds you close through the night, murmuring out multiple praises like a natural that would've been enough to tear your ears down, but lulled you to sleep in safety, not even feeling the ghostly feathered kiss on your forehead to battle away the hideous flashbacks.

"You're always my angel."

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