#and our hearts because of how adorable they are

[alchemistc]

Tommy, still a little uncertain despite Evan's very obvious and frequent heart eyes, despite Evan's frequent reassurances, despite the feeling curling under his own ribcage. Tommy's dated a baby gay openly twice before and been subjected to the pain of a partner tucking him away, or a partner more interested in the scene than anything genuine, Tommy who remembers all his time in the closet and how hard he'd had to work to pull himself out and keep himself out.

Tommy who thinks "he's adorable, this will be fun" and cuts a date short for both of their benefit because he doesn't Want That anymore.

Tommy who agrees to meet for coffee because he does feel a bit bad about the closet comment, he does genuinely like Evan as a person, trying to convince himself he'll be good when Evan says thanks but no thanks, I wanted to clear the air so you can stay friends with Eddie, I actually don't know how much I like men.

Tommy who says yes to a date to a wedding and suddenly has a screenshot of Evan Buckley's calendar open on his phone, gaze darting through his own plans to find time in between to meet - next Friday he's out with some of the harbor guys, but he could probably tell them his plans changed - but no, bc they'll know something and he's not ready for them to know something. Tuesday Evan has his niece, but maybe Tommy could bring them dinner? (Christ Tommy Slow Down).

Tommy who takes Evan to a trendy gay bar expecting him to at the very least soak in the experience, even if he's not actively checking out every hot guy (and girl) in the place, only Evan is So Invested in whatever story Tommy is telling him that it actually takes him an hour and a half to realize this isn't a run-of-the-mill dive.

Tommy who takes Evan to brunch expecting him to maybe hit on a server or the cute girl in the sundress across the patio (unfair, Tommy, you've seen literally zero evidence he's like that, except Tommy's still testing the waters and this is still very New) only Evan is critiquing the technique of this chefs pain perdu and gently coaxing a server over because he noticed Tommy's Bloody Mary was running low (They're Bottomless, Tommy, I'm not saying he's bad at his job I'm just saying it's busy and we should get our money's worth out of these bottomless drinks).

Tommy who is startled every time Buck grabs his hand in public, or presses a kiss to his cheek, or leans his forehead into Tommy's jaw with a huff of laughter like he's Enchanted by Tommy's dry humor.

Tommy who forces himself to remember once, twice, three four five times that this is new for Evan and he shouldn't push it, until he maybe forgets that he was testing Evan, a little. Unfair, again, but he's not sure Evan actually noticed.

Until some time after the wedding date, a night out turned hot and heavy in the elevator up to Evan's loft, they're giggling and grabbing handfuls of ass and when Evan slips inside the loft and presses Tommy to the inside of his door and sucks a mark into the skin of his collarbone (he noses aside the open neck of Tommy's Henley so it's not visible without some work, which Tommy appreciates) and darts a gaze up through his eyelashes and asks Tommy if he's passed all of Tommy's tests.

"I haven't --."

"You have, but I get it, Tommy you took me to a bar full of eligible queer people and I was so distracted by you it took me two hours to notice that guy hitting on me every time you went to the well to grab us drinks."

Yeah, he'd noticed that too. A lot more quickly than Evan, apparently.

Tommy who's never really dated someone so Into Him before having to reassess a whole bunch of things about himself and his comfort level with intimacy and pda and lovelorn looks sent in full view of strangers and friends and coworkers because despite best efforts to keep his expectations reasonable he's being romanced and Evan makes it feel effortless to accept it and respond in kind.

[geotjwrs]

Tall Male!R (preferably around 6'6"/198cm or more) playfully teasing Jenna Ortega for being short ;P

shorty

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Jenna and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch, facing a lively audience and the charismatic talk show host, Emily. The interview had been going well, with both stars sharing insights about their latest project. The chemistry between them was palpable, drawing smiles and laughs from everyone present.

Emily leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, Jenna, Y/N, you two have become quite the talk of the town—not just for your amazing performances, but also for your adorable relationship. How do you manage to keep things light and fun on set?"

Jenna exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Y/N. "Well," she started, a playful grin spreading across her face, "it helps that we don't take ourselves too seriously. Especially when someone here," she nudged Y/N with her elbow, "loves to tease me about my height."

Y/N chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the studio. "What can I say? When you're 6'6" and your girlfriend is just over 5'1", it's hard to resist."

The audience laughed, and Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell, Y/N. How do you go about teasing her?"

Y/N leaned back, his smile widening. "Oh, it's all in good fun. Like the other day, Jenna was trying to reach something on the top shelf in the kitchen. I offered to help, but she was determined to get it herself."

Jenna chimed in, rolling her eyes but smiling. "I was almost there, and then he comes up behind me, pretending to use me as an armrest. I was like, 'Really? Right now?'"

Emily laughed along with the audience. "That must make for some interesting moments."

"Oh, definitely," Jenna agreed. "But it's not just him. I get my fair share of teasing in, too."

Y/N nodded, mock-serious. "She's got a wicked sense of humor. Like, she'll hide my stuff where only she can find it. I once spent an hour looking for my phone, only to find it in one of her tiny shoes."

The audience erupted in laughter, and Jenna grinned proudly. "Hey, you have to get creative when you're the short one."

Emily's eyes sparkled with amusement. "It sounds like you two balance each other out perfectly. Any more funny stories?"

Jenna thought for a moment. "Oh, there was this one time we were filming a scene, and Y/N had to pick me up. He lifted me so high that I almost bumped my head on one of the stage lights. The director had to remind him to keep it grounded."

Y/N shrugged, laughing. "What can I say? I forget my own strength sometimes."

Emily leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Okay, but seriously, what's the sweetest thing about being with each other, despite the height difference?"

Y/N's expression softened as he looked at Jenna. "Honestly, it's the little things. Like when Jenna stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, or when she snuggles into me perfectly because of our height difference. It's those moments that make it special."

Jenna's eyes glistened as she smiled up at him. "And for me, it's feeling protected and cherished. Plus, I get to have the best hugs."

Emily sighed dramatically, her hand over her heart. "You two are just too sweet. Any plans for future projects together?"

Y/N nodded. "We're looking at a couple of scripts. We really enjoy working together, so we're hoping to find something that lets us continue doing that."

"Well, we can't wait to see what you two do next," Emily said, beaming. "Thank you so much for joining us today and sharing your delightful stories."

As the interview wrapped up, Jenna and Y/N stood, their height difference once again evident as Y/N helped Jenna down from the couch. The audience applauded, clearly charmed by the couple's dynamic.

Walking off stage, Jenna glanced up at Y/N, her eyes twinkling. "You know, I think we aced that."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Of course we did. We're a perfect team."

Backstage, the couple found a quiet corner to relax. Jenna nestled comfortably under Y/N's arm, feeling the comforting weight of his presence. Their public appearances were always fun, but it was these quiet moments together that Jenna cherished the most.

"You know," Y/N said, breaking the silence, "one of my favorite things about these interviews is how they always make us reflect on all the fun we have."

Jenna nodded, smiling. "Yeah, and it's nice to share those moments with everyone. Plus, it gives us a chance to tease each other publicly."

Y/N laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "True. And speaking of teasing, remember when you tried to scare me on set by hiding behind a door? I heard you giggling before you even jumped out."

Jenna burst into laughter. "I couldn't help it! Your reactions are just too funny."

Y/N shook his head, smiling fondly. "Well, you definitely keep me on my toes."

Just then, a production assistant approached them. "Great interview, you two. There's a press conference in an hour, and then you're free for the rest of the day."

"Thanks," Jenna said, glancing up at Y/N. "You ready for round two?"

"Always," Y/N replied, giving her a quick squeeze. "But after that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm thinking of a place with chairs that don't make me feel like I'm sitting in kindergarten."

Jenna laughed. "Sounds perfect. And maybe a place where I don't have to ask for a booster seat."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and offering his hand to Jenna. "Deal. Let's get through this press conference, then it's lunch date time."

As they walked hand in hand towards the next part of their day, Jenna felt a warm glow in her heart. Despite the public scrutiny and their busy schedules, she knew they always made time for each other, balancing their playful teasing with deep affection. And as long as they had that, she knew they could handle anything together.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 14

words: 5,5k

summary: Whhile everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: posted the chapter by mistake in ao3 and said okay whatever let’s just drop it. This chapter is the longest I have written for Birdie, but it’s because the Gojo’s pov. So take your time to read it and enjoy it. Remember likes and comments are always welcome 🫶

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Before you knew, you were standing in front of your mirror, carefully adjusting the black mini dress you decided to wear for the date you were having that day with Satoru. A date with Satoru Gojo. It sounded strange on your lips but at the same time it made your heart flutters with a mix of anticipation and excitement. 

That day you two were skipping classes but it was okay because you knew it would be worth it. Your phone screen light it up, showing a new upcoming message from Satoru.

Satoru ✨

I'm outside waiting for you

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your bag and walked out. Outside of the house, you saw Satoru leaning casually against his car, looking effortlessly handsome, he was wearing some blue shorts and an oversized white t-shirt and of course, his usual sunglasses. He looked beautiful and at the same time, with such a simple outfit, elegant.

"You look amazing." He said, you noticed how the light on his eyes became bigger as he looked at you.

"Thank you." You replied, with a smile forming on your lips. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

He chuckled and opened the passenger door for you. "Ready for our date?”

You nodded, feeling how your heart was beating faster with the excitement. "Absolutely.”

The car ride to the beach wasn't as long as you would have expected, all thanks to the pleasant conversation you had with Satoru. Satoru's presence was comforting and any hint of nervousness that had been present in your body quickly dissipated.

Satoru parked the car and walked to open the door. He took your hand and helped you out of the car. "I thought we could start with a walk along the shore." He suggested smiling.

"That sounds perfect." You agreed.

With your hands still intertwined, you walked along the beach, the sand beneath your feet and the waves crashing against the shore. The sun shone brightly in the sky and caused Satoru's white hair to reflect even more intensely. The beach was relatively empty, giving the two of you a feeling of privacy and tranquility.

Satoru suddenly stopped and turned towards you, with a  playful glint in his eyes. "Do you trust me?"

You tilted your head, curious about what was crossing his mind. "Of course."

He smiled and, without warning, took you into his arms, making you scream in surprise. "Satoru!"

Laughing, he carried you closer to the water's edge before gently setting you down on the ground. "I just wanted to see that look on your face." He said, his eyes shining brightly.

You hit his arm playfully. "You are impossible."

"But you love it." He teased, leaning down to kiss you softly. He took your hand. "Come on." He said softly and with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for bringing me here." You said while you followed his paths.

Satoru turned to you, to look at you with a soft and sincere expression. "I thought we could use a place like this, a quiet place, just for us."

You nodded. "It is perfect." 

With your hands still clasped, you walked along the shore and the scene played out like a nostalgic video clip from the 2000s. Being with Satoru like this, in such a serene and beautiful environment, filled you with a feeling of satisfaction. The simplicity of the moment, the natural beauty that surrounded you, and the joy of his company created an atmosphere of pure happiness.

From time to time, you would look at Satoru and catch the sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you with a smile that reflected your own happiness.

The cool breeze ruffled your hair and the scent of the ocean mixed with the warmth of the sun, creating a heady mix.

Finally, you found a place to sit. Satoru pulled you closer. It was still difficult for you to assimilate that you and Satoru Gojo were in that situation, that you had gone from avoiding him to now leaning on him and calmly contemplating the horizon that rose before you.

"Birdie..." Satoru's voice carried a gentle warmth as he called out your nickname. You tilted your head, curiosity piqued, waiting for what he had to say. "I..." Satoru hesitated for a moment. 

You looked at him with curiosity and with your heart pumping fast on your chest, feeling what might happen once Satoru opened his mouth once again. 

The breeze of the sea air moved both of your hairs and the bright sunlight reflected off Satoru's white hair, causing you to have to subtly close your eyes. But you could still admire him, admire how beautiful he looked and how his cheeks had taken on a rosy hue, while his mouth opened and closed searching for the right words for what he had to tell you.

You, for your part, played with the bracelet you were wearing, eager to hear his words and although you couldn't see yourself, you knew that your cheeks were also blushing, you could notice it in your body and in your being.

Satoru took a breath and looked up, his eyes shining intensely almost as if a galaxy had been established in them. “I like you.” He said firmly. “I have for quite some time. And…” He was nervous, something unusual for Satoru Gojo. “What I’m trying to say.” You softly laughed and held his hands, trying to calm him down. “Would you... would you want to go out with me? As girlfriend and boyfriend?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt how the breath that was on your lungs left. You swallowed, trying to get your throat moist again and with a your face burning you responded. "I... yes.” You replied, a smile spreading across your face. "I would like that."

Satoru's eyes shined up with joy, as if it were the most bright stars of the night sky. He leaned and connected lips together in a sweet kiss. Once the kiss broke, you hide your face on his neck, embarrassed by the whole situation but at the same time feeling full of joy.

You heard Satoru laugh and your body burned with embarrassment. “Babe, come on look at me…” he tried to move his hands away from your face. “Come on princess, let me see that pretty face of yours.” But you kept avoiding him. “Why are you hiding your pretty face, huh?” He whispered.

“I don’t know, I'm embarrassed.” You whispered.

“I love that about you.”

You turned your head to the opposite direction, feeling embarrassed at his words and trying to hide the fact you were blushing so much. “You are an idiot, Satoru.”

He softly laughed and hugged you. “Yeah but you like your boyfriend like that.” He left a kind kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, your boyfriend, it had a nice ring on your tongue. “I guess so…” You murmured with a smile. “You like sweets right?” 

“Yeah why?” He said releasing you from his back hug.

“Let’s go and eat ice cream.” You stood up and held his hand.

“I thought you weren’t a big fan of sweets.” He held your hand.

“I’m not.” You said. “But that time when we went to have dinner, you took me to a restaurant to eat spicy food, even though you didn’t like it, so going to eat sweet things because that’s what you like it’s what we should do.” You smiled, moving your hand and his together.

Satoru lets go of your hand and gently cradles your face, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss before reaching the corner of your lips. "You don't know how happy you make me, birdie." He murmurs, his voice full of warmth.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “You are very stupid, Satoru.” You leaned in and kissed him softly. Walking away, you smile at him, your heart overflowing with happiness. “Let's go get that ice cream.”

Hanging on his arm, you both stand up and begin walking back along the shore, your steps leaving a trail in the sand behind you.

When you arrived at the ice cream stand, Satoru was in charge of paying for the two ice creams and together you sat on a bench near the store. As you watched people walk around you sank into a comfortable silence, where you simply enjoyed each other's company. 

You liked being like this, you loved these moments with Satoru and you wanted them to last for a long time.  Being in love felt really good. Really really good. 

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

After your date yesterday with Satoru, he took you to work and at night he took you back home. Your time after he asked you to start officially dating hasn’t been much and the only shared moments you both spent together were in car going to your work or going back to your place. 

But that morning Satoru asked you to go to his apartment after your shift, apparently you needed to talk about something. That made your stomach turn with a mix of anxiety and stress.

You didn’t mind spending the night with him or being intimate with one another, you had had sex before but when it came to Satoru, didn’t matter how much acknowledge or how good you were at it, it seemed you were new to it for how nervous you felt every time you were around his presence. 

But what made your heart race like an F1 car wasn’t that, was the conversation Satoru wanted to have with you. You felt a slight anguish churning in your stomach, making it impossible to sit still in the tent. Despite your efforts to concentrate, the anxiety wouldn’t leave you alone. 

You had managed to rearrange the same shelf at least five times. And the fact that there were almost no customers that day only magnified your concern.

Every passing minute seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the usual tasks that kept you busy, seemed pointless. You looked at the clock, and sighed in frustration as time seemed to run backwards.

Stupid and crazy ideas were forming around your head with what type of conversation he wanted to hold. Did he regret asking you out? You stupid and silly idea of him playing with you was true? 

You needed your sift to end as soon as possible, Satoru to pick you up and for the thousand and one questions you had in the storm that was forming in your head to be clarified once and for all.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus and think about something else or another topic that won't lead you to think about Satoru. But as strange as it all sounded, absolutely everything made you think of him.

Just as you were about to rearrange the shelf again, the bell above the shop door rang, catching your attention. A new customer had walked through the door. You straightened, forcing a smile and stepping forward to greet them.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru tapped his index finger against the table, while looking at his parents with a serious face. After dropping you off at work he had received a call from his father, asking or rather demanding him to come to the company.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. The silence stretched as his parents looked at him with authority. His father's eyes locked on him, while his mother sat more composed, but her presence was no less imposing.

“Satoru.” His father began, when it had been the last time his father had called him by his name? “We have been discussing your future. We need to make sure you are on the right path.”

Satoru nodded, already knowing where this conversation was going. “I understand, father. But I need you to understand that my path might not be the one you imagined for me.”

His mother leaned forward and narrowed her eyes slightly. “This isn't just about you, son. It's about family, our legacy. You have a responsibility.”

Satoru took a deep breath and the knot in his stomach tightened. “I know, mother. But I also have a responsibility to myself, to my own happiness and fulfillment.”

His father sighed and shook his head. “And you think that pursuing this... degree, instead of law, will bring you happiness?” He said with a tone of contempt. 

“Yeah.” Satoru responded firmly. “I want to study what I am passionate about. I think I can still contribute to the family in my own way, without giving up who I am.”

There was a long, tense silence. His parents exchanged glances. Finally, his mother spoke again, her tone softer but still determined.

“If you choose this path, Satoru, you must understand that there will be consequences. We cannot support a decision that goes against the interests of the family.”

Satoru swallowed and nodded. “I understand. And I'm prepared to face those consequences. But I won't give up on my dreams.”

His father's expression hardened. “Then you leave us no choice. If you don't change your career, you won't be part of this family anymore.”

The words hit Satoru like a punch to the gut. “I….” The words were left hanging in the air as the big door opened.

“That's not up to you to decide.” His grandfather said as he walked towards the armchairs in the room. 

Satoru turned around surprised to see his grandparents entering the room. Causing the air in the room to change with their mere presence.

His grandmother smiled at him and she too sat down on the couches. “For Satoru to inherit the company there is still a long way to go. The poor kid doesn’t need to rush.” She spoke. “He could study law later if he wants to or never do it.” 

His grandfather cleared his throat and quickly changed the topic. “Who are you going to the charity gala with?” Satoru bit his lip as he remembered the gala he had planned not to attend. 

“Um…” He scratched the back of his neck gently. 

“Is she the daughter of the Iori family?” 

“No, no, it's not her.” Utahime would leave him childless if he thought of such a thing. 

But Satoru's mind only wandered to one specific person, the only person who turned his world upside down. But he wanted to keep you away from that world as much as possible.

His grandmother got up from the couch and walked over to Satoru. “Well, it doesn't matter, we'll meet her soon, right?” She smiled, touching Satoru's arm gently. “Now son, come and take a walk with your grandmother.”

Satoru stood up from his chair and offered his arm to his grandmother, who accepted it with a warm smile. Together they left the office and walked towards the large hallways of the family business.

As they walked, the employees greeted them respectfully. His grandmother, nodded at each greeting and her presence commanded respect.

“Satoru.” His grandmother began, with her voice soft but firm at the same time. “I know how you feel about this path your parents insist you take. But you have to understand that family has always been based on honor and tradition."

Satoru looked at her. “I understand, grandma, but my passion lies elsewhere. I don't see myself happy following a path chosen for me, not by me.”

She sighed and squeezed his arm lightly. “Happiness is important, yes. But so is duty. Our family has faced many challenges and we have always gone out more.”

They came to a large window that overlooked the city of Tokyo, the view of the skyline was a testament to the family's influence and success. 

His grandmother turned to him. “Satoru, your parents' expectations come from duty and tradition. But I fear they have forgotten the importance of love and support in their quest to uphold our legacy.ñ

Satoru looked down, feeling his heart heavy in his chest. “Sometimes I feel like they care more about the last name than about me as a person. It's as if my own dreams and my happiness don't matter to them. They only see in me, the next heir, not their son. Look how easily they were going to dishonor me.” He slightly laughed with the burning pain on his chest.

His grandmother sighed, with deep sadness in her eyes. “Your parents have always gotten carried away with their responsibilities. It's not that they don't love you, Satoru, but they don't always show it in the most important way.” Satoru clenched his fists, he couldn't tell his grandmother about the beatings he had received on more than one occasion from his parents, that would truly destroy her.

He nodded, taking in the weight of her words. “I just wish they could see me for who I am, not just next in line to carry the family legacy.”

She placed a soft hand on his cheek, her touch filled with warmth. “I see you, Satoru. And I believe in you. You must find a way to balance your own dreams with the responsibilities you were born with. It is not an easy path, but I know you have the strength to walk it.”

He felt a lump in her throat, touched by her unwavering support. “Thank you, Grandma. Your words mean more to me than you know.”

She smiled and her eyes shone with pride. “Now tell me young man, who is that person?”

Satoru nervously laughed and felt how his cheeks turned red. “Oh well, she… her name is…” He said your name. “But I call her birdie.” 

“Birdie? That’s quite a unique nickname.” She smiled warmly. “How did you two met?”

“Oh that’s…” He stretched his head. “We met long ago but met again in college. She is studying the same degree as me.” Satoru smiled.

“You look so happy talking about her.” His grandmother looked at him. “Have you told her about our family and the expectations that everyone has on you?” 

Shaking his head, Satoru sighed. “Not really. To be honest I want to keep her away of this shitty world, I know she wouldn’t be welcomed.” 

A sad smiled appeared on his grandmother face. “It's important to share your world with her, Satoru, even the difficult parts. A relationship based on honesty and understanding it’s the most important.”

He nodded. “I know, Grandma. I'm just worried that once she knows everything, she'll decide it's too much.”

His grandmother sighed and touched his arm once again. “You know that when you love someone and you want to be with them, you do crazy things right?”

“If being with me would take away her happiness I don’t want that, I don’t want her to be unhappy.” He looked down to his shoes.

“But that’s not up to you to decide. Shouldn't it be her, the one to decide that Satoru?” His grandmother tilted her head. “You seem to care so much about that girl Satoru and it also seems like she makes you really happy.” Satoru nodded, feeling his chest grow bigger with the thought of you. “And I’m sure she also cares a lot for you, because you are so easy to love and to care for.” 

“You say that because I’m your grandson.” He chuckled.

“Maybe but I also know your heart and you are a good boy.” He pinched his cheek.

“Grandma please!” He protested, turning away from his grandmother's gentle touch.

She laughed. “You will need to introduce her to me in the gala, I want to see the girl that stole my beautiful grandson's heart.” 

“About that…” He scratched the back of his head, looking away. “I wasn't planning to attend.”

His grandmother sighed and walked to one of the armchairs in the room. “You have to go, Satoru…” Satoru tried to protest but his grandmother interrupted him. “Listen to me son, after that meal we had where your grandfather questioned the fact that you were not married and had not studied law or finance, I spoke with him. I told him that you were young and that you could always try to study that, in the future, there was no rush and he took it quite well to tell the truth.” Satoru looked at his grandmother in surprise, his grandfather had always been an upright man and he had wanted to take the family honor to the highest level, to be a prestigious family of lawyers.

“Grandma I…”

“Let me finish, son.” She took air and continued. “That’s why you need to go and show him that despite hating the path your parents want to choose for you, you still care for the family as a whole.” Satoru looked at her, feeling how heavy his chest was. “Do you understand Satoru?” 

Satoru nodded. “I do grandma.” 

“Okay, good. Now put a smile on that pretty face of yours or your grandma will be sad.” She smiled.

Satoru stayed a while longer, talking to his grandmother as they admired the panoramic views of Tokyo. Despite the beauty of the scene, Satoru's chest still felt heavy from the weight of her recent confrontation with her parents.

His grandmother, sensing his distress, put a hand on his arm. "Everything will be okay. Following your own path takes courage, especially when it goes against the expectations of others."

Satoru nodded, grateful for his words but still feeling the pain of his parents' ultimatum. "Thank you, Grandma. It means a lot to have your support."

She smiled warmly. "You are stronger than you think, dear. And you have people who believe in you. Never forget that."

They continued to chat, their conversation drifting toward lighter topics as they both sought a respite from the tension.

Finally, they saw his grandfather leave the office where he had been talking to Satoru's parents. His grandfather's presence was imposing, but his expression was inscrutable as he approached them.

"Satoru." His grandfather began, with a neutral tone. “I understand that you have made an important decision.”

Satoru nodded, preparing for another round of judgment. “Yes, Grandpa. I have.”

His grandfather studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. “Your choice is brave. While I can't say I fully agree, I respect your determination.”

The tension in Satoru's chest eased slightly at his grandfather's unexpected words. “Thank you, Grandpa. That means a lot to me.”

Satoru said goodbye to his grandparents and walked steadily towards the parking lot. He wanted to get to you as soon as possible. He needed to hug you and feel close to you as soon as possible. Making the car engine roar, Satoru left the building, feeling a little freer than he had been before going there but still with a small cloud dancing around his head.

The streets were illuminated by streetlights and the skyscrapers of Tokyo were illuminated by bright lights and neons. You still had almost an hour to get off work, but Satoru hoped he could see you before and if he could hug you. He really needed to feel you close.

He parked the car near your work place and walked towards there. Satoru saw you behind the register, smiling warmly at a woman who was shopping. His heart filled with warmth as he watched you interact, with your kindness and sweetness. You had always been like this, since the first time he met you.

He entered the store quietly, not wanting to interrupt your interaction with the customer. As he walked through the halls, he listened to your cheerful conversation, the sound of your voice brought a sense of calm to his mind.

When you finished ringing up the customer's purchases and said goodbye with the same radiant smile, Satoru took a deep breath and approached the counter.

“Hello.” He said softly.

You looked up, surprised but delighted to see him. “Satoru! I didn't expect you.” Your smile grew even brighter, if that was possible, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“I needed to see you.” He admitted, his eyes searching yours for understanding. Your expression changed to one of concern. 

You came out from behind the counter and took his hand. "Is everything okay Satoru?"

He squeezed your hand gently, feeling the comfort and reassurance it gave you. “It has been a hard day.” He said sincerely. “But seeing you makes it better.”

"Do you want to talk about it?" You said holding his hand and Satoru felt full.

Satoru sighed and placed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I don't really feel like it, but I promise I'll tell you.” You nodded at his words and Satoru only hoped that you trusted him. “Now can you give me a kiss?”

You chuckled shyly and connected your lips together in a sweet kiss. “Are you going to wait for me?” 

“Of course.” He whispered. “You are still up for tonight, if it’s too much…”

“No.” You shook your head. “I want to stay with you tonight.” You said circling his hip causing Satoru to smile. “I like it.” You whispered. 

“What do you like?” He said. 

“Your dimples, when you smile, they stand out, I like them.” You smiled.

“You can kiss them if you want.” Satoru joked. 

“I need to go back to work you know?” You said trying to release yourself.

“There is no one here.” He challenged you.

“Satoru don’t.” You turned your face away from him. “Come on, I only have one more hour left and we can go, okay?” Satoru huffed and let you go. "Don’t put that face."

“What face? My handsome face?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at the door where two new clients were entering. “I have to go back to work.” You whispered to him.

Satoru watched you as you turned around but before you got too far, he held your wrist and turned you around to kiss you. “I will be waiting for you outside bridie.” And winked his eye, making you blush in return.

Satoru smiled to himself seeing the reaction he was able to get from you and walked outside the store, making time till it was your time to leave.

Your POV

Stupid, stupid Satoru Gojo.

You were just too in love and it was hard to process those new and exciting feelings that were taking over your body and mind with each passing moment you spent together. Satoru Gojo came like a storm to your life, shook everything about it and stayed as your safe place. 

The minutes on the clock began to tick and before you realized it you were closing the door of the store and being welcomed and hugged by Satoru's big arms. It felt good, so fucking good. You still had a hard time returning the affectionate gestures or not getting embarrassed when Satoru grabbed you like that, but you hoped that in time you would be able to make those affectionate gestures too.

He turned you around and smiled down at you, leaving a kiss near your upper lip. “Let’s go?” He whispered, taking your hand in his.

“Sure…” You smiled back at him.

Although Satoru's smile and reassuring words had offered some comfort, a strange feeling continued to plague you, fluttering around like an annoying mosquito that won't go away.

You sat in his car in silence, the hum of the engine filling the space. Satoru drove towards his apartment, the soft hum of the radio providing a soft background soundtrack. The silence between you wasn't awkward or unpleasant, but you couldn't shake your nervousness about the upcoming conversation.

As the city lights blurred by, you glanced at Satoru. He seemed focused on the road, but there was a tension in his posture that mirrored your own anxiety. You placed a hand on his arm, offering him a gentle squeeze. He responded with a brief, reassuring smile, but the heaviness in the air remained.

When you arrived at his apartment, Satoru parked the car and turned off the engine. He took a deep breath before turning to you and his eyes searched yours for a moment. "Let's go in." He said softly.

You nodded and followed him to his apartment. Once inside, they both took off their shoes and settled into the living room.

Satoru sat down on the couch and motioned for you to join him. As you settled down next to him, he took your hand in his and his thumb gently caressed your skin. “There's something I haven't told you and I think now that we're together, you deserve to know.” He began, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak yet.

He took another deep breath and his eyes met yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Today was hard." He admitted, “My parents, well they have always been hard on me but they gave me an ultimatum: either I quit my degree and study Law or they separate me from the family.”

Your heart ached at his words, the reality of his situation hitting you squarely. “Oh, Satoru…”

He squeezed your hand tighter, as if drawing strength from your presence. “But I stood my ground. I told them I couldn't give up on my dreams, even if it meant facing the consequences.”

You looked at him surprised and with your heart getting heavier on your chest. “Satoru…” You touched his face, making him look at you. “You did good, you were really brave.” You tried to assure him. “I’m here for you okay?” 

“I know…” He smiled and took your hand from his face only to kiss it. 

A question began to form in your mind, and swallowing nervously, you asked him. “Satoru... that time when you came to my old apartment.” You paused and took a deep breath to steady yourself. “Those injuries, were they?”

Satoru looked down and squeezed your hand tighter, silence stretching between you as he gathered his thoughts.

After a moment, he nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He said quietly. “It was them. My parents…were furious about my decision and things got out of control.”

Your heart clenched at his words, the pain and anger in his voice deep. “Oh, Satoru…” You whispered, reaching out to touch his face gently. “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly as if he drew strength from your presence. “They've always been like that. But I won't let them control my life anymore.”

You nodded, your own resolve hardening. "You are so strong." You told him. “And I'm here for you…”

Satoru opened his eyes and met your gaze. “Thank you.” He whispered, hugging you tightly. “Having you by my side makes all the difference.”

You held him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. You gently pulled away from him, your eyes locking on his and then looking at his lips, then back into his eyes, before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips against his, in a heated, passionate kiss.

Satoru responded immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and fervent. 

His hands moved to cup the back of your head, while his fingers tangled in your hair as he tilted your head slightly to get better access. Your hands ran over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your hands.

The intensity of the kiss sent waves of heat through your body. Satoru's lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, leaving a trail of wet and hot kisses. You let out a soft moan, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him even closer. His hands ran down your back, resting on your hips and pulling you towards him.

You pressed your body against his, the need for each other was palpable in the air and it was electric. Satoru's kisses became more insistent. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling gently as you kissed him.

“We don't have to do anything you don't want to.” He whispered against your hot skin. You rested your forehead against his shoulder. 

“I want.” You whispered. “But do you?” You looked at his gaze.

Satoru's hands began to run over your body giving you the answer to your question. His gentle touch sent shivers down your spine, it was electric, and it lit a fire inside you that burned.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Satoru pulled you closer and his lips found yours once more in a searing kiss. This time, there was an urgency.

You melted against him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. Your hands ran over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles as you pulled him even closer, desperate for more of him.

Satoru's hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up as he trailed kisses along your neck and collarbone. The feel of his lips on your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a desire that threatened to consume you.

With a growl of desire, Satoru pressed his body against yours, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The atmosphere in the room became overwhelming.

“Let’s go to your bedroom, Satoru.” You whispered against his lips.

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[inlovewithregencyera]

transcript under cut : )

Paelford House

July 8th, 1818

*Aurelia sniffling and starts softly crying*

*Aurelia starts violently sobbing*

July 8th, 1808

Auglire Castle

Robert: Sugarplum?

Robert: Sugarplum, where are you?

Robert: And why is it so damn dark in here?

Robert: Sugar?

Robert: Aurelia, please come out. It's your birthday and I have a surprise since nobody else in this damn castle seems to care.

Robert: Aurelia..?

*Aurelia sniffles*

Robert: There you are my dear. Whatever is the matter?

Aurelia: Leave me be Uncle Bertie. I wish to be alone today.

Robert: No, no I won't do that. It's your birthday and your foolish da-forgive me, your foolish parents can't seem to remember. Your mother is still in her bed and not dressed and your fool of a father has been off riding since the crack of dawn, which is never good, he always does that when something is troubling him.

Aurelia: He's been going off riding for long periods every morning since....you know.

Robert: Yes, I know how he reacts to death but he has other children to attend to as well. Mama says he's worse than when our Father died. Had I known it was this bad here I wouldn't have been in the city so long...

Aurelia: *wiping eyes* Well, if you should know, I asked that for my birthday nobody did anything or mentioned it, so it's not their fault. All I asked for was to be alone.

Robert: Well, I'm not respecting that wish. You don't need to be alone, especially on your birthday. None of them have any sense to realize that.

Aurelia: *sniffles* But I WANT to be alone. No birthday will ever be the same again without her. I hate my birthday.

Robert: Well I love your birthday and would like to celebrate it with you and that's why I've came all the way from Winshire. Since those fools haven't prepared you a cake, you and I will go to the sweet shop and get sorbet.

Aurelia: Why should I enjoy any sweets if she never will again? It's my fault, I-

Robert: No, sugar, quit saying that. If you'd like to blame anyone then let it be me, I can bear it. I can't bear you thinking it's your fault though.

Aurelia: But it is…

Robert: *sitting down* No, no its n-*back cracks* NOT!

Aurelia: *softly giggling*

Robert: I'm glad my pain amuses you. If I could break every bone in my body a million times just for you to be happy, I would.

Aurelia: You don't mean that.

Robert: I mean it with my whole heart.

I love you, and I do hate seeing you sad. I too, know how it feels to lose a sister, you know?

Aurelia: *sniffles* Yes, yes I know.

Granny doesn't speak about her that much, neither does Papa.

Robert: They do that because it's easier for them. It's been nearly thirty years, and I assure you not a day goes by where they don't think of her. I think of her everyday, and was only eight when she passed.

Aurelia: *softly* What was she like?

Robert: *smiling* Georgiana was a lot like you, believe it or not. She was kind, compassionate, and a little shy. But she didn't really prefer naturally feminine hobbies such as embroidery, cross stitching, or anything to deal with music and that upset our Mama a lot. My Father adored her, because she shared his interests. Before bed, she would often scare your Papa and I with silly ghost stories and don't tell him I told you this, but he once got so scared he wet himself in his nightgown.

Aurelia: *hysterically laughing* Really?

Robert: Yes sugarplum, really. He was around your age when this happened.

Aurelia: *sitting on lap* Uncle Bertie?

Robert: Yes sugarplum?

Aurelia: Does it get any better?

Robert: What do you mean?

Aurelia: Will I ever stop feeling so…sad?

Robert: The pain won't go away, but in time, you'll learn how to manage it better. You won't feel so sad everyday when you're older, it'll just be some days.

Aurelia: But will I ever feel happy again?

Robert: Of course you will sugarplum! You will have many happy memories in your lifetime, trust me. The happy ones outweigh the bad ones, I know it's hard right now, but I promise you eventually it'll get better, *kisses cheek* alright?

Aurelia: Alright. Can we still maybe get sorbet..?

Robert: We will go right now. *picking up* I'll even buy you a whole cake for yourself, how does that sound?

Aurelia: *gasp* Really? But what will Papa say?

Robert: He won't know. Perhaps we will buy him one too, he might need it.

Aurelia: I think Papa needs more than a cake!

Robert: At this rate...I think he does too. We will worry about him tomorrow though, today is your birthday, not his.

Bridget: Aurelia…?

Bridget: *grabbing face* Aurelia.?

Aurelia: *pushing away* Why are you in here..?

Bridget: I couldn't sleep well, my room is too hot. Yours is always cooler...

Aurelia: *sniffling* You always say this when you want to sleep with me.

Bridget: Well, perhaps I do, but I can't because you're upset! What's wrong?

Aurelia: Why does everyone have to die?

Bridget: Is this about Harriet?

Aurelia: Uncle Bertie.

Bridget: Oh, I miss him too Aurelia. What made you think of him today?

Aurelia: I remembered how he took me for sorbet on my birthday ten years ago.

Bridget: Aurelia, it's alright. *caressing cheek* You know he wouldn't want you to be like this, you can't say he would.

Aurelia: No, *wiping eyes* no he wouldn't.

Bridget: It'll be alright Aurelia. Tonight will be the best birthday of your life and I'll make sure of it!

Aurelia: *sniffles* Oh please don't say this will be the best one. I'm already sad today, I would like to at least hope for one birthday in the future where I wake up happy and not cry.

Bridget: Fine. It will be ONE of the best birthdays of your life. *grinning* Is that better?

Aurelia: A little.

Bridget: You shall dance with your future husband, and all is well!

Aurelia: *smirking* I do hope you’re right.

Bridget: When am I not?

Aurelia: Well..

Bridget: *giggling* No do not answer that.

Now, let us both go back to sleep!

Aurelia: I suppose you mean not to sleep in your own bed?

Bridget: Yes! *climbing in bed* It's too much trouble to walk back.

[mrs-snape5984]

“How can you miss someone, you've never met? 'Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet…”

“But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet…” (“IDK You Yet” by Alexander 23)

Being devoted to a fictional character for about 21 years can be challenging from time to time. Sure, it’s called “having a comfort character” for reasons, and I can’t deny, that my long lasting love for Severus Snape has given me the much needed comfort and consolation all over those years. He was by my side, whenever I felt the urge to escape from my traumatic reality…and fuck…there was way too much in my life, which made me flee to Severus. Don’t worry, I won’t mention all these experiences in this text (I’ve already done this in one of my other pathetically whiny posts).

But there’s another issue, that comes with the adoration for a fictional character…something torturous, heart-wrenching and devastatingly painful: It’s the piteous longing for someone, who will never be mine in real life….a goddamn feeling, which is eating me alive! Of course, I’m still coping with my current situation of being doomed to a life in darkness (fuck you, ME/CFS!!!!!) by writing my own ridiculously self-inserting fan fictions about Sevy and Jules…only for myself…solely to soothe my troubled heart. Furthermore, the many artists of Snapedom might know me as someone, who’s requesting immensely personal artworks for my blog…always using them to emphasise my journal entries here.

But there are times, when this isn’t enough anymore! I’m surrounded by Severus in my dark room… one could say, that I’m living in my private Snape-and-Wizarding-World-in-general-Museum. 😅 Everything here feels like my very own comfort blanket, which I’m pulling tighter around my trembling body to create a sensation of warmth and safety. And yet… yeah… and yet, I’m fucking lonely! Lying in darkness and solitude all day makes this cruel longing for Severus become agonising and almost unbearable. I’m bawling my eyes out for someone, who will never be able to hear my heart crying out for him. And to be honest: In my age, this is a sentiment, which I’m absolutely ashamed of!

For the past 21 years, I’ve known this miserable emotion only in this exact context. But now, something happened, which made the confines of my heart and the walls, I’ve built around myself, shatter into pieces…leaving me vulnerable and emotionally churned up like never before. Becoming close and trusting friends with someone, who’s living so far away from me - separated by the ocean - turns out to be blessing and curse at once.

Suddenly, I feel confronted by the same emotions, which my pining for Severus provokes in my heart…a yearning for a deeper connection - regardless of the relationship’s nature between us friends. And just like in the song, which I’ve mentioned above this text, I’m asking myself: “How can you miss someone, you’ve never met?”

Fortunately, I’m able to reach out to my friend in these occasions. I don’t have to weep over my fan fictions or my art collection…no, I can just grab my phone and annoy the fuck out of my beloved confidant. And I think, this is beautiful! 🥹

For this heartwarming piece of art, I’ve commissioned my friend @alinearthp once again. I asked her to draw Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules as young adults…going out to grab some butter beer in “The Three Broomsticks”. Whenever my longing for Severus becomes too strong, I’m trying to imagine him doing something casual like that with me…and now I’m doing the same with my long-distance-friend. For this reason, I’d like to dedicate this loving post to him. @preciousthelmadonna, you’re in my heart and in my thoughts every single day, since I got to meet you on tumblr. Despite those 6095 kilometres, which separate us from each other, it seems as if you’re right beside me, whenever we’re talking about everything and nothing at once. I’m beyond grateful for our connection, my love. Thank you for being you.

Oh, and @alinearthp, you made me smile with this cute drawing of Sevy and Jules! Thank you for your understanding of my ideas and for each of your lovely and kind messages! Feel hugged, my dear!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[kalolasfantasyworld]

What if both of them were chibi?

[thedeadthree]

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[datshitrandom]

klaine queue is ready for tomorrow, yay!

apologies for the spam 😅

[coquelicoq]

was trying to share a fun fact with my family today about a french idiom that means "to look bedraggled" so i said to them "hey do you guys want to hear a french idiom that means 'to look bedraggled'" and my sister said "can you say that again but in english this time" and i was like "i am speaking english? this is already english??!?!?????" anyway it turns out what she meant was that she had never heard the word bedraggled before in her life, she just picked THEE most confusing possible way to share that information. i was sitting there having a crisis like did i just say something in french and then immediately erase it from my memory or WHAT is happening 😖 that WAS english 😩 i haven't even said any french yet 😰😭

[amaraudermind]

I love you fanfic writers who've been posting stories since the nineties I love you fandom newbies who never knew how to get into fandom I love you returning fans who've been out of the loop for decades I love you artists who draw during Naptime I love you fans telling stories from fandoms past I love you adults in fandom spaces<3

[ace-no-isha]

ew im in love how did that happen

[frogathy]

i cant tell if i like this guy or if im just enchanted by his incredibly large dyslexic adhd brain

[kingkaizen]

𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓻

∘ desc: although things are going great with your boyfriend nanami, sometimes you think he's too nice in bed. who better to ask for some pointers than from nanami's opposite, gojo satoru <3

∘ ft: nanami & gojo

∘ word count: 2.7k

∘ includes: voyeurism, threesome, pussy slaps, spanking, face fucking, edging, dacryphilia, dirty talk

Nanami is the best boyfriend that you’ve ever had.

No matter everything that you’ve been through together in the last three years, nothing has ever made you doubt the amount of love you had for each other. You absolutely adored everything about him. After being friends for years before getting together, it wasn’t hard to fall so deeply in love with the man that he’s become. Being able to come home to him is everything that you’ve ever wanted and more.

But, of course, all relationships come with their issues.

When Nanami received a message from you saying that you had to talk, his heart immediately dropped. What could he have done wrong? Was today a special day that he forgot about? Did he accidentally leave the toilet seat up? What could possibly be it? He rushed home from work, unlocking the front door to see you sitting on the couch.

“Is everything okay?” Nanami questioned, slipping his shoes off and placing them neatly on the floor along with pinning his coat on the rack. “Your text worried me.”

“No, Kento. Everything is fine, I promise, come sit with me.” You gestured to the cushion next to yours, trying to keep him calm. You knew that texting him like that would elicit this concerned reaction, but what you’re about to say could not be said through a simple text message.

“Kento, when I say this to you, I need you to know that I love you so much and you are an amazing boyfriend okay?” Nanami nods his head slightly, eyebrows slowly coming together in complete anticipation of what’s about to come out of your mouth.

“I want you to start being rougher with me in bed.”

Finally coming out and saying it, you felt like a weight being lifted off of your chest. Nanami always treats you like glass, in and out of the bedroom. Although you love how gentle and loving he is with you, you need something more. You can’t help but think back to all of the times that he would come back home from work, irritated about something that happened. How good it would feel for him to take out those emotions on you. But, knowing your sweet boyfriend, that thought would never cross his mind. 

“Am I not satisfying you enough? I thought you enjoyed our intimate moments together…” Nanami responds, his brain thinking back to every single night you’ve spent together in the past. Why hasn’t he seen this before? Knowing that he hasn’t been satisfying you in the way that he thought hurt him much more than he was willing to admit right away.

“No, that’s not it at all. You know that you always make me feel good. I just want to change things up a bit, that’s all.” You placed an encouraging hand on his thigh, prompting him to look up at you. “I know you, Kento, don’t think too much into it. I love every moment that we have together, I just want us to try something different, that’s all.”

Nanami took in all of your words, making a pact to himself that he will change things for the better. He understands what you want, he’s just not sure how to fully give that to you. How he is in bed is exactly the way he is outside of that: sweet, loving, and overall just concerned. He would never forgive himself for hurting you in any capacity, so living up to your request will be a challenge for him. Who better to ask than his complete opposite in every single way?

“She wants you, Nanami Kento, to be rough?” Gojo almost can’t help but laugh at the thought. It’s not laughable because Nanami doesn’t have a rough side to him, Gojo of all people would know how it feels to be on the opposite end of that. The funny part is that he can’t imagine him being rough towards you. Even from an outsider looking into your relationship, anyone could see how he treats you.

“I didn’t tell you this so that you could laugh at me, Satoru, I’m asking for your help.” This request from Nanami also humored Gojo. Finally, after all of these years, Nanami is actually voluntarily asking for his help.

“How exactly do you expect me to help you? Do you need me to demonstrate?” Gojo laughed as he said this, waiting for Nanami to show some sort of disagreement in his face.

That look never came.

“That is actually exactly what I want you to do. I know the type of history that you two have, I’m not an idiot. All of these years since we’ve all been friends before we started dating, I would see the way you would look at each other. I know that there is chemistry there and I wouldn’t be surprised if you have been intimate before.” Nanami looked at Gojo, seriousness etched across his face. “I want you to show me how to treat her the way that she wants to be, I only want her to be happy.” As much as Nanami hates to admit when Gojo is better than him in any sort of way, he knows the truth when it comes to this. He sees how other women have fawned over him, and it must be for good reason.

“I’ll teach you how to fuck her like a slut.”

The sight of two shirtless men is enough to excite anyone. After telling Nanami what was on your mind, this is the last thing that you expected him to do. Of course he brought this up to you before this moment, always wanting to ensure your comfort. It was hard to disagree, you’ve been with Gojo years prior but it was never anything serious. Always flings, Gojo was never the “relationship type”. 

“So gorgeous, my love.” Nanami always admired how ethereal you looked, both in and out the bedroom. He caressed your face, planting soft yet firm kisses on your lips, growing more and more passionate by the second. Gojo was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, watching with an intense gaze. You would think that having another man watching the two of you would freak you out, but it weirdly turned you on. Gently, as always, Nanami laid you down on the mattress, fingers finding their way to your covered breasts, exposing them to his hungry mouth. After moving the fabric, his lips puckered around your nipple, tongue pushing on the hardened nub as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Kento, I need you so bad.” You whimpered, the impatient side of you coming out already. You know Nanami, you know that it doesn’t take much begging to get what you want. You know how bad he wants you too, he can’t help but fully oblige to every word you say.

“I know honey, I’m going to give it to you.” Nanami had no self control when it came to you. Gojo rolls his eyes in the corner, finally making his presence known.

“Nanami, you can’t let her talk to you like that.” Gojo slowly began to touch his growing bulge through his pants. “It’s like you already forgot everything I told you.” He stood up and walked towards the two of you, Nanami moving to the side. Gojo gently gripped your chin, turning your head to look him dead in his eyes.

“If you want something from him, you’re going to have to earn it.”

You nodded your head, his authoritative tone sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. Following his discrete directions, you kneeled in front of your boyfriend, fingers playfully toying with the zipper in his pants as you pulled it down along with the rest of it. You kissed his hard length through the last piece of fabric still left on his body, looking up at him through your lashes.

“D-Don’t tease me like that, (y/n)”. Nanami loved this obedient side of you, even if he wasn’t the reason you were acting this way. Before he could even process, Gojo lightly tapped the side of your ass, sending a slight sting throughout your body.

“Tease him like that again and you’re gonna have to make yourself cum. Now say sorry.” Gojo threatened, backing away once again to see how this unfolds. By now, he has fully released himself from the confines of his pants, fingers wrapping around his girth as he slowly began to pleasure himself at the sight.

“I’m sorry.” You looked up at Nanami once more, pulling away the last piece of clothing separating your awaiting mouth from his leaking tip. 

“I’m sorry what?” Gojo sneered.

“I’m sorry sir.” Your pleading voice made Nanami groan, watching as you finally began to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. You began to put your tongue to work, swirling it around his head while keeping your lips firmly around the top, sucking in. Nanami could tell that you were still in a teasing mood, refusing to go any lower than that. Suddenly, you could feel his hand find its way to the back of your head, forcing you to let more of him in. Nanami would never do something like this normally, his forcefulness with you turning you on tremendously. Gojo laughed, approving of Nanami’s sudden confidence boost. It’s arousing to him too, watching you take all of him so deep in your mouth, gagging on his length as he throws his head back.

“That’s it, take it all.” Nanami grunts, “I love how messy you look, choking on me like that.” He could feel you moan around his length at his words, thighs rubbing together in anticipation of what’s to come. “I know how wet you are already, if you want some help you have to ask for it okay?” 

No matter what, Nanami is still always keeping your needs in mind, noticing how soaked you're starting to become. He removes himself from inside your mouth, allowing you to fully breathe. You look so beautiful, tears threatening to spill from your lash line and saliva coating around your mouth. He helps you back up to your feet, leading your body to lay backwards onto the bed, callused fingers catching any tears that manage to slip. “Tell me what you want.”

Your gaze moved from his eyes over to Gojo. “I want you both. Please sir, just touch me.” You felt pathetic as you begged, your core pulsing with need. You’ve never felt this sensitive before, everything feeling that much more intense given how hungry the two men in your presence are. 

“Aww, what a little slut you are.” Gojo grinned, making his way closer to you. “What do you think Nanami, has she been a good girl for us? Should we give her what she wants?” Gojo’s fingers began to rub on the outside of your panties. “Look at how wet she is for us.” Gojo showed Nanami your slick on his fingers, watching it glisten underneath the lowlight. 

“I think she has been a good girl.” Nanami smiles at you, so proud of how well you’ve been doing for them. “Go ahead, Gojo, you can touch her.”

“Finally.” Gojo quickly moved your panties to the side, the coolness of his touch catching you off guard as he teased the inside of your folds. “You don’t understand how torturous it was watching you without being able to touch you yet.” He makes quick work of finding your clit, slowly rubbing his thumb on your pearl as he watches you begin to writhe underneath. “Don’t forget why you’re here slut. You wanted to be treated like this so bad and now you got it. Beg for it.”

“P-Please Satoru, please touch me. I can’t take it anymore, I need it so bad.” You pleaded, beginning to feel helpless underneath him. Gojo smirked, plunging his slender fingers inside of you unexpectedly. You felt your body arch up in surprise, a gasp leaving your mouth as pleasure began to consume your body.

“So fucking greedy.” Gojo began slowly at first, catching a rhythm. “Look at how she’s drenching my fingers.” Nanami rubs himself at the sight, growing impatient. You’re too far gone to notice, feeling your own orgasm already beginning to slowly creep up in intensity. Before you know it, you're cumming all around his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Gojo quickly pulls his fingers out, not doing anything to help you ride it out. “Who told you that you could cum?” He taps his hand against your pussy repeatedly, watching you moan in a mix of pleasure and pain and you slowly come down from your high. “What a fucking whore.”

“I’m sorry sir, I couldn’t -fuck- I couldn’t help it.” You sob, looking at Nanami. You’ve never seen him look so angry. He didn’t say anything to you, only twirling his finger around, motioning for you to flip over. You quickly follow his que, not wanting to do anything to tick him off further. You can’t fully process that this is happening, your Nanami actually treating you this way.

You fucking loved it.

You felt his familiar touch rub over your ass as you got on all fours, arching your back slightly. He groaned at the sight of your wetness, glistening core almost calling out to him. He rubbed his tip against your folds, feeling your hole try to suck him in. Meanwhile, Gojo is sucking your juice off of his fingers, loving the taste of you.

“Get on with it Nanami, if she wants to be punished so badly then so be it.” Gojo made his way in front of you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your plush lips. “We told you what would happen if you didn’t listen, right? You have to be a bit smarter than that sweetheart.” The syrupy tone of his voice didn’t match his actions as he parted your lips with his head, feeling you wrap your lips against his girth. With that, Nanami finally pushed himself all the way in, moaning in unison along with you. Gojo could feel the vibrations of your moans against him.

Nanami gave you no time to adjust, pounding his entire length into you with such force that caused your mouth to hang open in shock. You felt so good, brain completely fogged over with no thoughts other than the complete monster that Nanami has become. He’s never fucked you like this, usually preferring soft thrusts over the hard pounding that he’s subjecting yourself to now. You suddenly felt a sharp slap on your ass, his large hand rubbing the sting away almost just as quickly as he placed it.

“Don’t ignore Gojo now, honey. I thought a slut like you would love to have two thick cocks filling you up this way?” Nanami questioned, picking up the pace which made it so much harder for you to focus. Gojo wasn’t having that. He placed one hand on each side of your face, holding it in place for him to thrust his hips against you. His cock filled your mouth, spit sloshing everywhere as your face got messier and messier.

“Fuck (y/n), you’re doing so fucking good for us princess.” Gojo moaned, the sounds coming from the room overwhelmed his senses. The bed creaking, you struggling to take Nanami while also pleasuring Gojo, and the sound of Nanami’s balls slapping against your ass sounded like music to his ears. Nanami couldn’t believe how hot this all was, feeling as your walls began to quiver around him.

“You’re gonna cum again baby?” Nanami asked, gripping your hips tighter as he felt himself get even closer. Gojo was already almost there, hips beginning to stutter as he watched you cry out. All you could do is whimper in response, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Nanami made it there first, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he spilled himself inside of you. Ropes of cum flooded in as he fully pressed himself against you, beads of sweat threatening to drip off his nose. Gojo soon followed, shooting his load into your mouth as you took it all.

“Such a good girl.” Gojo mused, wiping the side of your mouth when he finished. He proceeded to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue. Nanami pulled himself out slowly, watching in delight as his seed slowly dripped out of you. You whimpered at the now empty feeling, your orgasm slowly starting to retreat.

“You’re not going to finish me off?” You angrily turned to Nanami, watching the smirk begin to creep up his face.

“Not unless you beg for it.”

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[satoruluvies]

jjk men when you call them your husband

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

requested !

wasn't sure if anon wanted an smau or a written one for this so i turned it into a drabble ahahah

gojo: he'd be listening to you yap with an endearing look, half registering what you're saying and mostly just admiring you until that one word would snap him out of his own thoughts. he'd let you continue but then let out a chuckle, not being able to contain himself. when asked why he'd just kiss you on the lips “i can't wait to marry you.”

geto: “how could my husband be prettier than me?” at his geto would just laugh. he would then pull you closer into his arms and utter words of how he finds you the prettiest, most beautiful person to exist. when asked if he isn't flustered at you calling him your husband he'd just shrug “we're basically married already” the slight redness in his cheeks and the tips of his ears with the twitching on the corner of his lips says otherwise about his nonchalant front.

nanami: nanami always knew he would get married to you. but when he heard the word ‘husband’ coming from your lips he still blushes. nanami isn't one to express himself much but he finds himself doing so around you. he'd fix his tie and then mess with his glasses and when inquired about his behaviour he gently caresses your hands, imagining the band of metal to grace your finger that he'd get you soon. “i’m glad we're on the same page about our future”

choso: “husband? are you sure?” you knew what he'd meant by this. he's a half curse and that fact always bothered him but not you. you'd tell him that you didn't care about anything of that sort and he'd cry. choso is a very fragile person and very emotional in contrast to the stoic appearance he has. you adored that part of him so much. “hell we're not even married yet and i’m already crying this much” he'd say between sniffles as you rub his back comfortingly.

toji: you were skeptical about doing this prank on him because he's been married and it was a heavy topic. you did not want to remind him or yourself of it but your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to slip it out anyway. silence followed and your heart sank. you look away and scolded yourself mentally for this. hearing him shift you expected him to walk out but he didn't. he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a bunch of i love yous into your ears. he wasn't a good person particularly but a good husband? he was sure as hell he'd try his hardest for you.

sukuna: “what was that?” you'd hesitate to repeat yourself but his authorative voice would make you do whatever he says. “... my husband” you'd stutter and he'd shake his head. “say that with more pride, i’d like my queen to actually like being my queen”. upon being reminded that this wasn't the heian era anymore he'd speak of the prestige he'd use to have and the privileges that come along with it. you'd be annoyed and tell him to return and fool around with his numerous concubines before storming off. he'd however, would stop you and drag you back “i wasn't done. all that prestige could not compare to a lifetime with you. you'll be my queen, heian era or not.”

it just kept getting longer as it went on lmao

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。FAMILY SECRETS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fem! + mom! reader, reader is referred to as “mommy” and “wife,” girl dad toru <3, family shenanigans in the grocery store that are unfortunately inescapable when your husband is gojo satoru

“ok,” you nod, looking over your grocery list. “i think that’s everything—”

“mommy, can we please get this,” your daughter looks up at you pleadingly, tugging at your sleeve as she holds a bag of candy—she has satoru’s eyes, wide and blue and so easy to give into. you look at her for a moment before pursing your lips.

“no, satoru. we can’t get this bag of candy.” you turn to the devil himself, glaring at him as he whistles innocently.

“what’re you lookin’ at me for, sweetheart? our little peanut here wants—”

“satoru.”

“fine,” he deflates. you pinch your nose as you sigh.

satoru, in his thirty plus years of life, has surprisingly never had a cavity for how much sugar he consumes. he’s good at taking care of himself, he argues, there’s no chance he’d ever get a cavity. that is, until recently. he visits the dentist and has not one, but two cavities—you think this is a rather alarming sign that he needs to cut back on the sweets, so you take matters into your own hands.

and, well….he’s not handling it very brightly.

“you thought i’d cave just because you tricked our daughter into asking?” you raise a brow, making him huff as he pouts.

“what kind of heartless soul could say no to those eyes?” he asks in disbelief, waving a hand at the small carbon copy of your husband as she blinks up at you, “i mean look at her! she doesn’t deserve the word no.”

“she definitely needs the word no so she doesn’t end up spoiled like you. and i’ve had plenty of practice,” you shoot blandly, “i’ve said no to your eyes all these years haven’t i?”

“even crazier,” he mutters, “i have the most adorable eyes, how could you say no?”

“it’s pretty easy if you ask me,” you shrug.

most people tend to call satoru arrogant—humble is not usually used in the same sentence as gojo satoru. evidently, they’ve never watched him interact with you before—you always find a way to humble him. he’s starting to think he’s the butt of every joke in his own marriage.

“please, baby?” he pouts deeper, “i’ve been good! i floss!”

“no.”

“what if i fold the laundry for a month?” he bats his lashes.

that’s tempting, you have to admit. folding laundry is a very boring job, you’re more than happy to hand it over to satoru for a bag of candy that barely dents your wallet. but then you find your resolve again, crossing your arms as you stare at him unimpressed.

“no, satoru.”

“two months?”

“nope.”

“did you only marry me for my looks?” he asks in disbelief, “because there’s not one ounce of love in that heart of yours.”

“this is for your own good, satoru,” you say firmly, “you had two cavities. how much sugar have you been consuming lately? and don’t think i don’t notice you skipping meals when you’re busy—a chocolate bar does not replace lunch.”

you’re glaring at him, drilling him for his health choices that are not his fault—he’s a busy guy, and he can’t help that a chocolate bar on his way to a mission is all he can squeeze in sometimes. maybe a protein bar would be a better option, but they’re not as tasty, and satoru thinks he deserves to be happy. and then, from the end of the aisle, you hear a few snickers coming from passerby’s. he pouts deeper at the thought of being laughed at as he gets scolded by his wife in the middle of the breakfast aisle.

“what’s the point of living if you’re gonna be miserable?” he groans, “we might as well just start going to bed at nine pm too, while we’re at it. and—”

“that’s actually a lovely idea,” you hum thoughtfully, “you certainly could use the sleep, couldn’t you?”

he glares at you petulantly, sulking as you grab the bag from your daughter’s and put it on the shelf—it’s not the right place, but taking a trip to the candy aisle to place it where it belongs is only venturing deeper into the lion’s den. you’re not letting satoru have more options to choose from.

“you seein’ this, angel?” he turns to your daughter, “you see how mean mommy is? she’s not letting us have candy. make sure you remember that when i ask you who’s your favorite again.”

you roll your eyes, snorting. satoru asks her playfully one night who the favorite parent is—it’s a meaningless question, meant to be a joke and nothing else. you’re sure he expects her to say both—but he gets his feelings severely hurt when she giggles and points to you, staring in disbelief as you grin in victory and kiss her cheeks. you even rub salt on the wound when you mumble she’s your favorite baby too.

he’s starting to really think he’s a victim in his own household.

“but mommy gives me candy,” she tilts her head in confusion.

oh no. she’s not supposed to say that—she promised not to say that. why can’t children ever keep a filter on their words? and why can’t they keep their promises?

almost like in slow motion, both of your eyes widen. satoru pauses. you start to sweat. he turns to face you slowly, in abject disbelief.

“what?” you laugh nervously, “no i don’t! we don’t have any candy at home—”

“she keeps it in her drawer!” your daughter adds, as if she wants to see your downfall.

you love your daughter, you really do—but sometimes you think motherhood is a punishment for whatever sin it is that you’ve committed in your previous life. satoru crosses his arms and taps his foot.

“what happened to we’ll all give up sweets together so you’re not alone, toru,” he mocks your voice, squinting at you accusingly. “so we’re a family of liars now?”

“toru, listen—”

“i trusted you.”

“baby—”

“what happened to our wedding vows? what happened to in sickness and in death? a little cavity is enough to change all that? i’m scared to think what you’d do if i lost an arm.”

“well, you’re not the strongest for nothing,” you point out, chuckling nervously, “so we have nothing to worry about there.”

“i can’t believe you,” he spits, turning away from you with crossed arms and a quiet hmph.

“toru, you can’t expect us all to give up sugar just because you can’t stop making poor health choices,” you argue exasperatedly.

so what if you secretly enjoy a kitkat here and there? you deserve it for dealing with not one, but two children at home every single day—sometimes three if shoko comes over, her lifestyle choices aren’t any better. satoru should let you enjoy a piece of candy or two until he fixes his terrible habits that could very well set a terrible example for your very young and impressionable daughter.

“well, i have adult money of my own,” satoru huffs, “and as an adult, i’ll be purchasing my own candy to hide in my own drawer that i won’t share with you since we’re now apparently a family that doesn’t think sharing is caring.”

“i don’t know if i’m raising one child or two,” you sigh tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face.

satoru grabs the bag of candy off the shelf, promptly placing it in the cart before walking off ahead of you as he pushes it. your daughter grabs your hand and smiles, tugging you along.

“c’mon mommy,” she says brightly, “you said we can go to the park!”

—————— BONUS ——————

“are you serious, satoru?” you ask incredulously, watching as he comes back to sit on the other end of the bench, ice cream cone in hand.

he didn’t even bring you one—what an asshole.

“oh sorry,” he shrugs, “i figured you and our daughter were planning on getting ice cream on your own without me. since, you know, apparently you guys love to have lots of things without me.”

“you’re being so dramatic—”

“i want ice cream too!” you hear a small voice call from the distance, making you turn to your daughter as she sprints over to you from the playground, eyeing the cone in satoru’s hand.

“you heard her,” he drawls, licking at his strawberry ice cream mockingly, “why don’t you go buy her a secret cone. i won’t look.”

being a single mom of two is a full time job, you think, you didn’t sign up for this.

guess who has two cavities ?? a certain brother of mine. guess who’s entire household has to give up sweets now for their brother’s inability to have proper dental hygiene ?? if you guessed me, you might just be psychic :O

[maspers]

Imagine Thomas and Martha Wayne getting resurrected via whatever the bullcrap of the week is, and it NOT getting undone once the conflict is over. Bruce and the kids are experiencing All The Emotions but Thomas and Martha are just happy to be there and are wholeheartedly rolling with it.

"The Waynes are a superhero family now? That's amazing! Martha, isn't it amazing?"

"Yes, dear. So much better than the organized crime we used to do. Oh, don't worry Bruce, we really only did it out of obligation, we would have jumped to vigilantism long ago had we known it was an option."

"Martha, we have grandchildren! They're adorable!"

"Thomas you've already met most of them."

"Yes but now I can appreciate them! And spoil them!"

"Thomas, honey, if you actually act as an enabler for our grandbabies I think you'll end up giving our poor Bruce a heart attack."

"Damian has a sword Martha! A sword! We have swords in the family! This is wonderful!"

"I know, Thomas."

Thomas has to be physically restrained from learning how to be a vigilante. He's too old, and Bruce and the rest don't want him to die *again*. He can help Alfred. Doesn't stop him from badgering his grandchildren about their hobbies. Ostensibly it's because he wants to get to know them better, but they all know he just really wants to learn how to do the cool things they all do. He's banned from using the Batcomputer at least thrice.

Martha at first seems content to just sit in the house and play the role of old-fashioned housewife but one day she inexplicably appears in Jason's apartment, supposedly to return one of his guns after he dropped it. He could have sworn it was fully loaded when he lost it, and now it's empty. Martha's fingerprints are the only ones on the gun. He decides to not ask questions.

They both neglect to inform the high society of Gotham that they're alive, and it takes a while for them to realize this. Gradually every rich person in Gotham takes their turn having a breakdown over having to deal with even more Wayne bullcrap. How come the Waynes are the only ones that seem to be immune to death???