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s4kura-tr3 · 3 months ago

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Gojo x reader

The first thing you notice when you wake up is warmth—solid, steady warmth, pressing against your back and wrapping around your waist. The second thing you notice is the steady rise and fall of Gojo’s breathing, his chest pressed flush against you as his long arms keep you caged in a loose but firm embrace.

You shift slightly, and he grumbles something unintelligible into your hair before tightening his hold.

“Satoru,” you mumble, voice still thick with sleep.

“Mm-mm. No talking. Sleeping.”

You huff a small laugh. “You’re not sleeping. You’re talking.”

“Shhh,” he sighs dramatically, nuzzling into your neck, lips brushing over your skin as he mumbles, “Just let me live in my denial.”

You roll your eyes but make no move to push him away. It’s rare that Gojo gets to stay in bed like this, without the weight of responsibilities pressing down on him. You’re used to waking up to an empty bed, sometimes with a sweet note left on your nightstand or a ridiculously exaggerated text about how much he already misses you.

But today is different. Today, he’s here, and he’s clinging to you like you’re his personal body pillow.

You hum, resting your hand over his and idly tracing patterns along his knuckles. “You sure you don’t have somewhere to be?”

“Absolutely. No curses, no annoying meetings, no students calling me ‘old’ behind my back.” He groans, dramatically flipping onto his back while dragging you with him so you’re now sprawled over his chest. “I’m all yours today, baby.”

Your heart stutters a little at that, but you just shake your head. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

“Wow. Such disrespect,” he gasps, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve mortally wounded him. “And after I freed up my entire schedule just for you? I even told Yuuji that I couldn’t go taste-test all the sweets at that new bakery because I had ‘something more important’ to do.”

You raise a brow. “And by ‘something more important,’ you mean laying in bed all day?”

“Exactly,” he grins, running his fingers up and down your spine. “Laying in bed with you. Huge difference.”

You laugh, letting yourself melt against him, enjoying the lazy rhythm of his hands rubbing small, comforting circles on your back. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, grounding and soothing in a way that makes it impossible not to relax.

Gojo Satoru, for all his endless teasing and over-the-top antics, has always made you feel safe. Even in moments like these—when the world outside is demanding his attention, when his responsibilities as the strongest sorcerer loom over him—he still chooses you.

“Y’know,” he murmurs, tilting his head so his lips brush over your forehead, “we could just stay here forever. Ignore the world. Live in this bed. I’ll teleport us food when we need it.”

You snort. “Teleporting food sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Not if you believe in me,” he pouts, squeezing your waist. “But fine, if you don’t trust my extensive teleportation skills, I guess I could be convinced to leave this bed. If you bribe me.”

“Oh? And what exactly do you want as a bribe?”

He grins, leaning closer until his lips are just a breath away from yours. “A kiss. At least five. Maybe six, if you’re feeling generous.”

You roll your eyes but cup his face anyway, thumb brushing over the high curve of his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “One.”

He tilts his head slightly, catching your lips properly this time, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter. “Two.”

You chuckle, pressing a third, then a fourth, and by the time you reach five, he’s smiling against your lips, arms wrapped tight around you like he never wants to let go.

“Mm,” he hums, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you. “Maybe staying in bed all day isn’t such a bad idea after all.”

You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “Yeah. Maybe not.”

And for the rest of the morning, that’s exactly what you do.

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cayemm · 3 months ago

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HI IM NOT DEAD! current wip going on.... jjk as a lil break from the usual stuff feat. evil ass uncle

#shits been hard lately sorry for being inactive... id love to take some requests tho... a few or somethin... my askbox is open ;-;#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #wip #? maybe

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simplygojo · 7 months ago

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You Have To Earn It

Author's Note: Hi lovely people!! I hope everyone is having a good October so far!! We are halfway through it now!! Anywho, this is a mash up of a few Megumi Kimnktober requests I've recieved! I HOPE YOU ENJOY PLS LMK IF YOU LIKE IT!!

The only requests I am accepting for the Month of October are from my Kinktober Prompt List, thank you <33

Pairing: College AU!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader

Kinks: Edging, Overstimulation & Brat Taming

Word Count: 3K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand; @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), name calling (brat & baby), light spanking, physical overstimulation, aggressive sex.

The Halloween party was packed, the heavy bass of the music pulsing through the walls, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter.

You made your way through the throng of partygoers, dressed in a skin-tight Catwoman costume that left little to the imagination.

The leather bodysuit hugged your curves perfectly, every step making the black fabric stretch and gleam under the dim lights. The zipper was pulled down just enough to reveal the curve of your cleavage, teasing anyone who dared to look too closely.

But there was only one person you were interested in teasing tonight—your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro.

You caught sight of him across the room, leaning against the wall in that effortlessly cool way of his.

He wasn’t one for extravagant costumes, so he’d settled for a simple yet striking look: a black t-shirt and jeans, with a Batman mask pushed up slightly on his head, resting just above his sharp blue eyes.

Even from a distance, you could feel the intensity of his gaze as it followed you around the room, even through his usual grumpy appearance.

And you had every intention of pushing him to his limit tonight.

You slid past him, brushing your fingers lightly across his chest as you moved to grab a drink.

“Oops,” you said with a smirk, glancing over your shoulder at him. Megumi's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

“Y/n,” he murmured in a low voice that sent shivers down your spine, “stop being a brat.”

But you didn’t stop. You were far from done.

Throughout the night, you made sure to find him, to get close enough that your body brushed against his.

A hand resting on his thigh for just a moment too long, your fingers grazing his waist as you passed by, the occasional press of your hips into his when the crowd forced you together.

Each time, you felt the tension in his body build, the way his muscles tightened beneath your touch.

“Y/n,” Megumi growled softly after the fifth or sixth time you ‘accidentally’ bumped into him. His voice was deeper now, rougher with frustration.

“You’re pushing it.”

You shot him a playful grin, biting your lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes darkened, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. But instead of backing off, you pushed a little more.

The next time you passed by, you ran your fingers up his chest, your touch lingering on his collarbone before you turned away with a teasing sway of your hips.

That was the last straw.

Megumi’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a firm grip.

“We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

The low hum of the party music faded as he led you down a quiet hallway, away from the eyes of the crowd.

His heart pounded against his ribs, not from nervousness but from the tightly coiled tension of wanting to punish you for making him wait this long.

His restraint was razor-thin, and he knew it. With every step closer to the bedroom, Megumi could feel the thrill of dominance rising in his chest, the anticipation building to a point where it almost made him dizzy.

She’s been a brat all night. Teasing me in front of everyone like that... He couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his grip on you tightened.

She has no idea what she’s in for.

Megumi pushed open the door with more force than necessary, his hand still locked around your wrist as he pulled you inside.

The quiet click of the door behind you felt like the final signal—the game was over.

And now, it was his turn.

He pushed you up against the cold door, pinning you there with his body.

“You’ve been acting like a fucking brat all night,” he growled, his face inches from yours, the heat of his breath fanning over your lips.

His hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, but just enough to remind you who was in control.

“You think you can tease me and get away with it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling a delicious mix of excitement and nerves coil in your stomach.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, as you looked up at him through your eyelashes despite your pulse quickening under his intense gaze.

Megumi’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Ohh, you’re going to regret all of that.”

His hand moved from your throat down to the zipper of your bodysuit, yanking it down in one swift motion.

The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver as he pulled the fabric over your shoulders, letting it fall to your waist.

His hands were rough as they grabbed your breasts, squeezing them as his mouth crashed against yours in a heated, possessive kiss.

Your body arched into him, desperate for more, but Megumi wasn’t going to give it to you that easily.

He pulled away from the kiss, spinning you around and pressing your chest against the door.

His hands moved to your hips, yanking down the rest of your bodysuit until it pooled around your ankles, leaving you bare in front of him except for the tiny black thong you wore underneath.

“You want to act like a slut?” Megumi’s voice was dark and commanding as he pressed his hips against your ass, letting you feel how hard he was.

“Then I’m gunna fuckin’ treat you like one.”

Before you could respond, his fingers slipped between your legs, brushing over the thin fabric of your panties.

You were soaked, and he knew it.

His touch was teasing, barely there, and you whimpered as your hips pushed back, silently begging for more.

But Megumi wasn’t going to give you what you wanted—not yet.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers continued their slow, torturous teasing.

“So desperate already.” He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers sliding through your slick folds but never giving you the pressure you needed.

"You're going to be begging to cum when I'm done with you"

Your body trembled under his touch, the frustration mounting as he continued to edge you closer and closer to the brink, only to pull back before you could fall over the edge.

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your voice desperate, your hips grinding back against him as your arousal soaked his fingers.

But he just chuckled darkly, pulling his hand away completely, leaving you trembling and aching.

“Not yet,” he muttered, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. “You have to earned it.”

Before you could protest, you felt his strong arm hook around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

The sudden movement made you gasp, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as he carried you across the room with ease, his fingers digging into your skin possessively.

Megumi’s grip was firm, his muscles taut beneath his black t-shirt as he lowered you onto the bed with deliberate care, like a predator positioning his prey.

The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against your bare legs as he stood over you, his blue eyes dark with lust, the Batman mask now casting shadows across his sharp features.

His blue eyes were dark with desire as he spread your legs apart, his touch commanding, every movement making your pulse race.

The anticipation built within you, a knot of heat twisting tighter with every second that passed.

You were already desperate for him, but you knew that was exactly what he wanted—your need driving you to the brink.

His hand slid between your legs again, this time teasing your swollen clit with the lightest of touches. It wasn’t enough, but it sent a spark of pleasure shooting through you, leaving you arching off the bed.

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand in search of more pressure.

But he pulled back, his touch retreating just when you thought he’d finally give you what you craved.

“No,” he murmured darkly, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned down, brushing them over the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses.

“This is your punishment for misbehaving tonight.”

Your body trembled under him, the frustration mounting as he moved lower, his mouth trailing down your chest, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot between your breasts.

His hands were everywhere—one moment gripping your waist, the next tracing soft circles on your thighs.

Every touch set your nerves on fire, but none of it was enough to push you over the edge.

He was toying with you, edging you, making you feel like you were about to come, only to stop before you could find release.

Megumi’s fingers slid back between your legs, this time stroking you with a maddeningly slow rhythm.

Each brush of his thumb over your clit sent shocks of pleasure through you, building you up only to pull back again.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more, but he was relentless in keeping you right on the edge.

“Look at you,” he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with dark amusement.

“So needy—so desperate. You’ve been fuckin’ begging for it all night, haven’t you?”

You whimpered and nodded in response, your body trembling with the overwhelming need for him.

His hand left your clit, instead running his fingers up your inner thigh, feather-light touches that sent you spiraling.

He moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading before his fingers found your nipples, pinching them just hard enough to make you gasp.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with sensitivity as he overstimulated you with the constant teasing touches, never letting you rest, never giving you enough.

The pleasure was intense, almost too much, your head spinning as you moaned beneath him.

“Megumi, please,” you begged again, your voice trembling, barely able to get the words out.

“I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he interrupted, his voice low and dark as his mouth found your neck again, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, provoking a small yelp from your lips.

He kept you right there, on the brink, overstimulating you with the relentless teasing, the way he touched you everywhere—your thighs, your breasts, your neck, your clit—keeping your body trembling and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You’re going to come when I tell you to, not a second sooner.”

His fingers returned to your clit, and this time, the pressure was more firm, more direct.

Tears pricked at your eyes from the intensity, your body shaking as you writhed beneath him, desperate for release but helpless against the way he controlled every inch of you.

He reveled in it, in the power he had over you, his dark gaze drinking in the way you trembled, the way you whimpered his name like a broken plea.

“Y’know baby you really can be a fuckin’ brat sometimes, this is just necessary,” he growled against your ear, his hand sliding back to your clit, his fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles that had your body tightening again, so close yet so far from release.

“And I’m not done yet.”

Your mind was a haze of pleasure and frustration, every inch of your body sensitive to his touch as he kept pushing you to the edge, only to pull back again.

“Megumi,” you gasped, your voice breaking, “I need you—please.”

He chuckled darkly, his mouth hot against your skin. “Beg for it.”

“I’m begging,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks as your hips bucked against his hand. “Please, please, let me come.”

He kissed down your body, his mouth hot and slow as he made his way lower, his fingers never stopping their torturous teasing against your clit.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the release he kept denying you, the need almost painful now.

You were trembling, tears of frustration pricking your eyes, but he was relentless, refusing to give you what you so desperately craved.

And then, without warning, his mouth was on you.

You gasped as his tongue slid through your slick folds, lapping at you with a hunger that made your whole body quake.

His tongue was skilled, teasing your clit with soft, deliberate strokes before pulling away just enough to keep you on the edge.

Every time you felt yourself getting close, he’d change the pace, edging you with a precision that left you breathless and desperate.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as your hips bucked against his face, but he held you firmly in place, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“Can you just be paitent,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue swirling around your clit in maddening circles.

His fingers joined the assault, sliding into you, pumping slowly as his mouth worked on your clit, his thumb pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves in sync with his tongue.

The overstimulation was overwhelming—pleasure surged through you in waves, but he kept you right on the brink, never letting you fall over the edge.

“Megumi, please,” you whimpered, your voice broken, your body trembling under his relentless touch.

Tears slid down your cheeks, your need for release so intense it hurt, but Megumi only smirked against your skin, his fingers and tongue switching positions as he sucked hard on your throbbing clit.

“You’re going to come when I say,” he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his voice low and rough with dark satisfaction. “Not before.”

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch off the bed.

His tongue flicked faster against your clit, but still, he kept you from coming, pulling back just enough each time to keep you on the edge, teasing you until you were shaking beneath him, barely able to hold on.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he gave you exactly what you wanted.

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard as his fingers drove into you, and the pleasure that ripped through you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You cried out his name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you clawed at the sheets beneath you.

But Megumi didn’t stop.

His mouth and fingers kept working, overstimulating you, until you were gasping, writhing beneath him.

“Too much,” you whimpered, but your plea fell on deaf ears.

By the time he finally pulled away, you were a trembling mess, barely able to catch your breath. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He stood up, his gaze dark and filled with hunger as he undid his pants, yanking them down in one swift motion.

His cock was hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum as he stroked himself, his eyes scanning your naked body.

“You think I’m done with you?” Megumi growled, positioning himself between your legs.

“I’m just getting started.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with a rough tug.

You barely had time to adjust before he pulled you up onto your hands and knees, gripping your waist as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Without warning, he slammed into you, his cock stretching you in one brutal thrust.

You cried out, the sudden fullness almost too much after everything he’d already put you through, but the sharp sting quickly gave way to intense pleasure as he started to move, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d bruise.

He was rough, relentless, fucking you like he was punishing you for teasing him all night.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the overstimulation making everything feel more intense, more overwhelming.

You were seeing stars at this point, your body trembling as he fucked you, his cock driving deep with every thrust.

His hand slid around your waist, finding your clit again, and you nearly screamed as he started rubbing slow, torturous circles, pushing you toward another orgasm even though your body was already wrecked from the previous ones.

“Megumi,” you gasped, your voice breaking as your legs trembled beneath you, but he didn’t let up, fucking you harder, deeper, his thumb pressing against your clit with just enough pressure to make you lose your mind.

But just as you felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, he pulled out, leaving you empty and whining.

“Megumi!” you gasped, your body trembling with frustration. “Please, I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack that made you yelp.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.”

He drove into you again, rough and relentless, his hand tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him.

Tears of frustration welled in your eyes, your body trembling with the overwhelming need to cum.

“Megumi, please,” you begged, your voice broken and desperate.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just—please—”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing and edging, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered,

Now you can come,” he whispered, thrusting into you again with a force that sent you spiraling into your release.

Your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm hitting you with such intensity that you couldn’t even form words, only gasping and moaning his name as you clenched around him.

Megumi followed soon after, his pace quickening as he chased his own release, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan.

He held you there, buried deep inside, as you both caught your breath, the room filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing.

After a moment, he pulled out, his hands sliding gently down your back, his touch soft now.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and teasing.

“Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me.”

You smiled, even as you lay there completely spent, your body still tingling from the aftermath.

“Worth it,” you whispered, and Megumi let out a quiet laugh, brushing your hair away from your face as he kissed the back of your neck.

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malebreastmilk · 1 year ago

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how gojo would sleep with you imagine(?)!!!

Gojo ♡ Greedy ♡sleepy!gojo who is actually a bit nervous the first few times you cuddle despite his usually confident exterior, short glances trying to gauge if you’re comfortable with being so close with him like this, reassure him and watch the way his eyes light up ♡sleepy!gojo letting out fake and obnoxious yawns, throwing you fake frowns as if he was the saddest puppy in the world until you finally concede to his attempts at getting your attention, don’t expect to be moving once you’re next to him, he’s tangling his lanky build around you holding you tightly… he can’t lose you

♡sleepy!gojo SNORING like the perfect prince he is! denies that he snores if you mention it, he feels safe with you that’s all, he lets his guard down, he lets himself live, hold him while cuddling and watch him melt in your arms, blush painting his face pink, he’ll hold your hand with his and squeeze it, he’s eternally grateful

♡sleepy!gojo always ending up with all the blankets leaving you with nothing but him, not even anything you sleep with is safe…if you sleep with stuffed animals? across the room on the floor, he punches them when you aren't looking too! pillows? his side or also on the floor! despite that he’ll litter you with kisses when he wakes calling you all yours and his favorite pet names

“Goooooood morning my sleepyhead~! Are you ready for your morning kisses, because I know I’m ready for mine!”

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anastasiabowe · 1 year ago

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𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝘿! — Your boyfriend’s baby mama keep trying to get him back, so you gotta show her how you fuck her baby dad..

Note: I do not condone ANY content that is sent to your partners ex.. but if it’s Choso, it’s Choso so enjoy! (Also isn’t proofread so Ntm)

Content Warnings: SWEARING, piv, unprotected sex, recording of intimacy, hair pulling, revenge on ex, sharing 18+ content, mention of Choso having a child (not in any 18+ moments.) , MINORS JUST GO AWAY thank you!

“Fuck me.” Choso cursed to himself. You were in the kitchen washing your breakfast dishes. You looked over your shoulder to see him rub his forehead in what seems to be stress.

“Everything alright?” You dried your hands on the towel, and made your way to him. You wrap your arms around him, letting his ease into your warm arms.

“Just my ex..” he looked up at you, showing his phone. They one thing you appreciated about him is how honest he is. He always shows you his phone, and it’s almost comforting to know he has nothing to hide from you.

You grabbed his phone, and he stared at your face as you read the messages.

Jenny

11:40am

J: “Been thinking about you lately Cho..”

C: “I haven’t. What do you want, Jenny? Is something wrong with Mani?”

J: “nah, just been missing you.. can I do that?”

C: “I’ve told you to only contact me if it’s about Mani. If it isn’t, I’m done talking to you.”

J: “Cho, please, I miss you, I miss your smile. Why can’t I ever see you again? Like we only see each other when you come to pick up mani or I drop him off.”

Seen

“I’m going to beat her ass.” You pushed his phone back into his hands, and made your way to the front door only for Choso to grab your wrist.

“What?”

“Who the fuck does she is calling you ‘Cho’ like that?”

“Well don’t go beating her ass, she’s with mani right now.”

“Well what else can I do, this the 7th fucking time she coming out with these messages.”

Choso looked around in thought until a smirk appeared on his face.

“I got an idea.”

“F-fuck!” Choso had both of your arms wrapped behind your back as he slammed his hips into your ass. He held your phone in his hand as he recorded you moaning out his name.

“Come on baby, who’s dick making you like this?”

“Y-yours!” You squealed when he readjusted, pushing the cold phone into your lower back, and stopping his movements. He soon picked up the pace again and it felt more than amazing.

Choso leaned on your back, bringing he camera around to face your messy face. Your head was half hurried in the comforter and your hands were gripping the sheets.

“Come on baby, we want to see your face!” Choso grabbed your hair, and you smiled as you stared into the camera, eyes threatening to roll back into your head.

“Good girl, doing so good for me.” Choso dropped the camera onto the bed, and swiftly turned you over, dick still inside.

“Gotta see your pretty face for real.” He picked up the camera and recorded how your cunt sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed in.

The sight was more than unholy, it was obscene, but it only turned you on to know that this will be on your phone for you to see, and this would be the video showing how you fuck her baby dad.

You smiled at the thought of her thinking about the video everytime she even opens his contact.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Choso I’m assuming ended the video and tossed your phone next to your head. He then leaned in closer, chest to chest, and kissed your wet lips.

“Just thinking.” You giggled. He smiled, and deepened his thrusts. He pulled back, and brought your legs up into his shoulders. He then pounded harder into you, still having a smile of love and passion on his face.

“O-ooh Cho! S-shit slow down!” You cried as he kissed your ankle. Your stomach filled with butterfly’s as you felt your high coming quick.

“I’m gonna cum, Cho, I’m gonna cum!” He laughed, and leaned down to kiss you.

“Cum for me.” Those words made you let out a cry of pleasure as you came. Choso continued to rut and kiss you through it, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“F-fuck baby, where d’you wan’ it?” Choso noted, waiting for your response.

“Inside!” You moaned, and Choso bit your ankle to stop himself from making any loud noises. He let out whimpers, and you smiled feeling him relax.

Choso quickly grabbed your phone, and swiped to the camera and pressed record. He slowly pulled out, and his cum mixed with yours flowed out.

Choso chuckled at the masterpiece you and him made.

“Look at that shit,” Choso scooped some of it up and pushed it back inside. “Keep it all in baby, tryna get you pregnant.”

Those words made your stomach flutter from the mere thought of having his kid. Everything about this was so filthy yet so thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to get that positive pregnancy test.

Choso then tossed your phone down onto a pile of clothes on the floor, and kissed you.

“You’d like that huh?” He pinched your side and you let out a laugh. He knew you’d like that very much.

You were sound asleep when Choso opened your phone and sent the video to himself. He then sent that video to Jenny, making sure she knows who he really wanted.

Not even 5 minutes later, Jenny sent a message that made Choso laugh a little to loud.

J: “You guys are so fucking disgusting, I hope you choke on your fucking ego. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you fucking cunt.”

What made that funny was he had to see her in not even 8 hours when he has to pick up his son from her house. This will be a fun exchange.

#choso smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo smut #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #our Choso #Choso needs to hop in my bed and fuck me to sleep #and I am not okay so get me a Choso for my birthday #September 1st #MARK YOUR CALENDERS!!#anyways #I hope you liked my writing #MAKE SURE TO REQUEST #REQUESTS ARE OPEN #I WILL EVENTUALLY GET TO REQUESTS

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yuutaguro · 8 months ago

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If reqs still open could you draw Ino?

my mf DAWG 🤝 (im back to do more of these lol)

#mailbox #im not open to taking anymore requests until i clear this queue lmao #finally have the mental capacity to do some #ino takuma #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart

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pixelscutz · 8 months ago

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IMAGINE RIDING HIS FACE ⭑.ᐟ

“I said sit.” He says, pushing you back down towards his face, making you grip onto his torso. His tongue explores your body, making you full of ecstasy and pleasure. His tongue ran up your clit slowly making you ache to grip onto his hips. A sharp slap echoed through the room, making you shake. You let out a silent scream as he slips his tongue into you, giving a harsh suck as you resist the urge to push your full weight onto him. You dig your nails into his torso deeply, you would be shocked if you hadn’t drawn blood.

“Fuck..” you get cut off from your words and become replaced by moans and whimpers, as your boyfriend's arms begin to tighten around your fleshy thighs, continuing to torture you with only his mouth. He brings his hand up one of your tits, squishing it tightly forcing you to shut your eyes. You feel so close, waiting to burst out as soon as he hits your G-spot. He's exploring your body in all sorts of ways you could never have heard of before, making you see stars. “Stop teasing me.” You pant between moans. You can almost hear him smiling.

You move your hips back and forth, as he finally finds the exact spot you have been craving for, allowing you to release yourself into him, your wet juices being spread all over his face. You arch your ass back up and turn your head around to find him looking up, contentful, with a big grin on his face and he licks your cum off of his face.

use whatever character you want for this scenario !

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Keeping you plugged up with his cock was one of his favorite activities. Wanting to keep his cock warm was just the excuse he used, the real reason was his increasing need to breed.

“Shh, princess… you’ve gotta stay seated a little longer… you’ve gotta keep me warm, okay?”

You whined and writhed, your pussy clenching around him only fueling his urge to get you nice and pregnant. “Please… my tummy, it’s too full…”

The two of you had been going at it for hours, and now he was keeping his cock nestled inside you, filling up your womb to the brim.

“Just be a good girl, okay? My little angel…”

You had a feeling you’d be stuffed full of his cum by the end of the night.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||SUKUNA ||CHOSO ||TOJI || DILUC ||ZHONGLI ||KURAPIKA ||LEORIO ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||YOUR FAV

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How bad I am craving a choso fic where you two made a bet on how long he could go without slamming himself inside of u

And after what ,two days he just grabs you and eat you out till u pass out

Like he refuse to get away even if you push him bc of the over stimulation

He'd eat you out ,on the edge of the bed,from the back WILL MAKE YOU SIT ON HIS PRETTY FACE ‼️‼️

Then when you finally are awake ,hell apologize and finally pound into you ( poor boy needs his release too)

yummy <33

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > choso x you. he's kindaaa subby. mommy kink...????? hehe <3 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

choso, as needy as he was, was utterly convinced that he could go a long time without feeling the need of burying himself into your tight little heat. "can't be that hard." he shrugged.

after all, he spent so many many years without someone to love. so when yuuji introduced you to choso, aiming for the two of you to become friends, you became more. more than simple friends.

choso finally had someone to love, to cherish, as much as you loved and cherished him. he began learning the concepts and bases of humanity with you and he instantly became putty in your pretty hands.

when you introduced him to cuddles and sex, poor baby just lost his mind :( you cuddled more often than you fucked made love but whenever you two would get all steamy and nasty, choso would always convince you to cockwarm him to sleep after you were done.

"i heard some guys talk about something in public," he mumbled against your neck as you caressed his soft hair. "they were talking about trying not to have sex with their girlfriends for as long as they could. wanna try too..."

even though his words surprised you, you only giggled. "really ? you're sure you'll last ?" choso hummed, tightening the hold he had around your waist. "can't be that hard."

you smiled. "alright. but that also probably means that you can't touch yourself, pretty boy." he lifted his head, looking up at you with wide eyes. he seemed like a lost puppy. "really...? i can't touch myself ?" you shrugged. "yeah. what's the point in being able to touch yourself if you're trying to last as long as possible without sex ?" choso sighed. "oh... you're right... i'm sure i can last at least... two weeks." two weeks ?

that's why you found yourself sitting on your boyfriend's face as you rode his nose as he overstimulated the shit out of you. you already came at least three times. and only on his tongue.

he didn't last two weeks. he lasted two days.

he whimpered underneath you, tongue eagerly lapping at your pussy. "m'sorry, you just taste so good..." his nose bumped against your clit, which caused you to grip the headboard as you moaned. "i tried... really tried..." he mumbled, his bulge growing painfully hard.

you rode his nose, biting your lip. "cho', s'too much..." you sighed. "y'taste so good... wanna stay like that forever..." he babbled, pussydrunk. "fuck, baby, m'boutta cum again..." you whimpered.

at your words, he perked up. his tongue lapped at your pussy more vigorously. "yeah ?" he breathed. "pleasepleaseplease, just... just cum... need to taste you so much..." you hummed, riding his nose. "s'only been two days, baby..." you mumbled. "yeah, s'way too long... need you too much to go without your pussy for a long time..."

"baby, cho', m'coming..." you could feel your pussy clench around his tongue. your eyes rolled back as you came. choso whimpered and drank every drop. "y'taste so good... makes my mouth all tingly..."

after a while, you fell asleep as you cuddled with your boyfriend. however, he was restless. he could feel his cock throb under the blankets. he desperately needed to be buried inside you.

with a soft needy whine, he kissed your neck. he licked your soft skin and climbed on top of you before he parted your legs and settled between your thighs. he pulled his cock out and pumped it a few times, enough to get it even harder. he slid your panties down and smelled them, all the while sliding himself inside you. he let out a quiet whimper into your panties and began thrusting lazily. "m'sorry... m'sorry, don't mean to..." he babbled against your neck.

as you began stirring awake to the pleasant sensation of being stretched out by a girthy cock, your hands instantly found their way to his hair. "baby..." you breathed sleepily. he whimpered softly as your slippery insides clenched around him and he lifted your shirt up and began sucking on your nipple like a baby. "m'sorry, mommy..." he mumbled against your nipple. you gently caressed his hair, shushing him. "shh, it's alright, baby... it's all fine... mommy's right there..."

"gonna cum..." already ? of course. choso missed the feeling of being buried inside you, which made him even more sensitive. "you can go ahead, baby..." you sighed. "ngh..."

after a few more shallow thrusts, his hips stuttered and he hid his face in your neck, spilling himself inside you. you moaned at the feeling of being filled and he peppered kisses all over your jawline. "thank you... thank you..."

yeah, and he thought he could last at least two weeks.

i love subby chosobear :33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ✩⁭ ⁭I WAS BUSY THINKIN' 'BOUT BOYS

TAGS: MDNI! ° (TOJI, GOJO, NANAMI)(&READER) ° fingering (f!receiving) ° cunnilingus (f!receiving) ° penetration ° afab!reader ° no y/n mention A/N: this has been sitting in my docs since...september...of last year...pls enjoy ✌︎('◡'✌︎ ) listen to boys by charli xcx

“I NEED THAT BAD BOY TO DO ME RIGHT ON A FRIDAY” ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI

You hear the rev of his engine, peeling rubber settling against the concrete curb before you even get a text or call. You peer at him from your window, watching as he digs his phone out from his sweatpants pocket, you can see the beads of sweat along his temple, illuminated by the neon screen.

A roll of the eyes when you read the message, dichotomous to the way your heart jumps when you hear the ding!

You home?

Nonchalantly,

Yeah, come up

The doorbell chimes with Toji’s presence, despite the amount of times you’ve told him to just come in. He stands there, all dark frock, umber hair sticky to his forehead, deep onyx eyes eating you up.

“Close the fucking door, you’re letting all the cold air out,” he says swiftly, passing you by and inside, knocking his concrete shoulder against yours. No rebuttal back, only a gentle close of the front door.

When you turn around, you almost run straight into his chest. He’s already smirking, something about the way your pajamas hang around your hips, the dip of them swinging the front door closed already has his blood rushing all over.

“God, you’re so sweaty,” you say.

Toji smirks, snaking a hand around your waist, forcibly pushing against your lower back until your abdomen is pressed against him. He reaches a hand and runs it over your hair, softly and gently tugging at the ends.

“Don’t lie, I know you like me like this, baby,” he smirks.

He tips his fingertips underneath your jaw, lifting your chin to kiss your lips. The gentle gesture is a fluke, as the moment his lips lock onto yours, he is viciously biting, licking, suckling at your lip. He picks you up with ease, and despite his respectful knocking at the door, he is not shy about knowing the way around your house, he could navigate your body and home just the same, with his eyes closed.

When he dips you on the bed, your shirt and pajama pants disappear immediately. Toji admires your matching lacy set, chuckling under his breath as he takes a finger under the band of your emerald bra, lifts it, and lets it softly snap against your shoulder, “cute set,” he coos.

He silences your soft hiss with another kiss, moving down to your shoulder and kissing the splotch that’s already blooming red and bumpy. His palm reaches below your back to unclasp your bra, with one swoop lifting it off your chest and onto the floor. Down the hollow of your chest and to your apex, he reaches his hand beneath the lace.

“So wet already?” He mocks, leaning up on his knees to admire you sprawled out on the bed. He reaches two fingers in immediately, swirling in the honey-thick pleasure, using the pad of his index to spread it along your apex. He is pulling and pushing agonizingly slow, when you unscrew your eyes, through impatient pants, his conniving grin, the scar perpendicular to his lip fracturing from its usual line. You roll your eyes,

“You wanna get on with it, Grandma?”

He’s looking at you directly, eyebrows raised, the grin only growing, and the sound of a tut replacing your sighs.

“As you wish, sweets.”

You barely have time to process the four words, or how fast he’s taken his sweatpants and rolled his shirt over his shoulders, or how fast he is over you like an apex predator, eyes sinister, because he drives his cock so deep so fast, your eyes roll back into your head like a slot machine. He’s bombarding your gummy walls, causing you to gush all around him, an actual curse that only drives him to move deeper and faster. You feel your vagina tighten around his girth, the length of it pushing past it at such a hungry speed, it’s knocking each breath out of your lungs.

“How’s that, babe?” The pet name now rolls off his pants in ridicule, “that fast enough for you?”

His rough hands hold your torso in place, only more leverage to ram into you so hard that the headboard creaks. Desperately and hopelessly, you pant,

“Y-yes, fuck yes, it’s fast enough,” Exasperated, hoping for Toji to reach his limit, spare your cervix and lungs in fear that if he continues to slam into you so hard, you’ll lose your ability to breathe. He never does. He chuckles at the way your mouth is agape, only releasing a pant in rhythm to his impaling thrusts. Your pussy continues to betray you, the warmth suddenly stirring hot then boiling until your muscles unknowingly convulse around his cock. Toji hisses at the feeling, gazing down at your body,

“Just couldn’t be patient could ya?” He pants into your neck. “Wanted to treat you all nice and slow, but I knew you’d like this more.” He thrusts in rhythm to your breaths, mouth hanging over yours. The pressure becomes so overbearing, that you give in to the movement, trying your best to slam down on him and match the speed, chasing your release.

You tighten your eyes shut, the unforgiving thrusts stretching your walls until you’re whining, withering for an orgasm. Toji hums, his intention for you to bottom out completely. With one last rutting thrust, the pressure snaps, the tension releasing until all you can see in front of you is white and the vague outline of Toji. He groans at the sight, making sure you ride every second of your euphoric high. You cry out when he comes inside you, pearly white cum overflowing, seeping from your pussy.

He breathlessly pants against the crook of your neck. You can only muster to bring an arm over his broad back,

“That was nothing, could’ve been rougher,” You puff.

“Shut the fuck up,” He ensures one last deep thrust before inching out, the overwhelm making you suddenly yelp.

“AND I NEED THAT GOOD ONE TO WAKE ME UP ON A SUNDAY” ☆ SATORU GOJO

It’s not the sun, angled through the split blinds in orange and red, just above the horizon, signifying a time you should be asleep, that wakes you up. It’s instead, how loud, presumably Gojo, slams the front door shut; For if it’s not him, then the burglar inside your apartment made a terrible giveaway when the door slammed and when he followed the boom up with Shit!

He leans against the kitchen counter waiting for you to inevitably come forth, always a light sleeper – He figured you’d snap up and awake if he breathed too loudly. He smiles when he sees you – hair flat against your forehead and matted in the back, eyes just barely open, arms ready for his embrace.

He holds a carton of two drinks in one hand and a paper bag in the other, nevertheless scooping his arms around your shoulders so you can lay your temple against the crook of his neck.

“Good morning,” his chest vibrates with his voice, lips kissing the crown of your head. You inhale against him, he smells like the brisk morning fog and coffee, the warmth of his hoodie already beginning to lull you back to sleep. He gives another kiss to your head and you detach from his torso. “I got you coffee!” Gojo smiles, extending his arms that hold the key to waking you up in the morning.

You reach for one of the cups, swinging it back only for the overwhelming taste to melt into your tongue, “Oh my god, this is too sweet, what did they put in this?”

“Oooops, that one is mine,” he tsks, fishing the cup from your hand. He hands you your rightful cup and takes a sip of his own. “I’m going shopping later, you wanna come?”

You nod, smiling into the lid of the cup, taking a sip, and looking up at him through the tops of your lashes, “plenty of time until then though, yeah?”

He nods, “Yeah, plenty of time, we could do whatever.”

You hum. Still not getting it, “Whatever?” With a tilt of your head.

In a flash the over-the-top-too-sweet latte is placed on the counter, when you look back up at Gojo, his irises flash at the suggestion, pupils widening and contracting.

“Say no more.”

You yelp when he scoops his arm under your legs, the other supporting your torso. The sun washes the bedside, orange hues refracting against the white duvet, surface tension breaking when Gojo places you down. He dips down to lock his lips to yours, coffee-coated tongue already gently pushing past the divet of your mouth. He licks your bottom lip, hand coming to your jaw as he mixes your tongue with yours.

Wasting no time, his hands move to slide your pajamas to the side, his mouth detaching from yours with a slick click. Gojo’s eyes glisten in the morning, the creases at the ends of his eyelids prominent when he looks at you, hair like the glimmer of the moon. There’s something about the look he gives you, his pupils focused like a cat’s, his toothy wicked smile before he disappears between your legs that turns you on more.

He starts gently, easing his tongue between your folds, the ridges melting against the inner flesh. He puckers his lips slightly before pulling his mouth away completely to give lingering kisses to your inner thigh. The feeling tickles, too distracting to focus on how badly you need his mouth back on your pussy. When his focus is back to your cunt, he’s more crude. He laps at your cunt like it’s spring water, your pleasure fresh on his lips. Gojo's eyes blink up to your face, the difference in his force and speed apparent in your squirms against the bed. He dives his tongue further, folding the walls of it until your cunt sits perfectly into the cup of his tongue. Then he drives it out to tease your clit, to watch you sink into the bed, to marvel at how your knuckles turn white-hot.

You ride your pelvis against Gojo’s face, the conjunction making him hum against you, sending ripples until they reach your chest. He suckles on your clit, knowing how it draws the cutest whimpers from your lips. He watches how your eyes roll back into your head when he flutters his tongue in waves against your cunt. He catches the twitch of your hip, one of his hands holding your side down so he can divulge further. One more flick of his tongue and you're left gushing, mouth agape, every muscle in your body spasming but Gojo’s palm holds your hip steady so he can savor every single drop out of you.

It feels like you’re sinking into the bed when he comes back up, an arm sneaking behind your back and gently pulling you up into a kiss. Sunlight falls on both of you, you smile against his lips, a gentle hand coming up to caress his jaw.

“THAT ONE FROM WORK CAN COME OVER ON MONDAY NIGHT” ☆ KENTO NANAMI

Not by some moral conduct, but more to save yourself the headache, you heeded the warning: Don’t date your coworkers.

But when you’re in the work kitchenette, when his brown eyes catch yours, fingertips simmering above your grip on the fridge handle, when a gentle chuckle, a sorry falls from his lips, the admonition topples over, the cautioning words now a mangled, scattered mess rather than a sentence. You lift your hand on instinct, letting him open the fridge door and retrieve his lunch.

Getting to know Nanami was getting to admire him in silence. He spoke eloquently on calls, he would only requite a kind smile when you bid him goodnight at the end of the workday. You craved to break it.

When the buzzing, pale lights only illuminate the two of you, two seats apart, staying late one day after meeting a deadline, you muster up the courage,

“To celebrate, you want to have a drink?” And more squeaky, “together?”

Waiting. Your heart thunders like a dryer with shoes in it. Cheeks tinged soft ruby, Nanami accepts.

It’s three drinks deep in your apartment that you’ve finally cracked through his exterior, to find a more outspoken Nanami, one that dips his eyes to look directly into yours, yellow-brown pupils swirling like a warm cauldron, inviting you to take a dip. There’s no fourth drink, only two halves of stilled alcohol in their glasses when your lips, flushed rose and plump are caught between his teeth.

The grip he has on your hips is anything but considerate, blushed crescent moons blossom on your skin, his teeth and tongue anything but kindly leave violet marks to flush across your chest. You slip your hands underneath his dress shirt, feeling his toned torso underneath, pushing against the seams to lift the shirt from his head. The collar catches on his glasses, you giggle at the springs of blond hair that stick from his shirt. Nanami diffuses, chuckling as he detaches his hands from you to pry the shirt off.

You almost drool at the sight of his abs and chest, a shame this is hidden by that blue shirt, yet you feel fucking honored to be the one to see him naked and hot. A soft sigh and one of his hands grip your breast as his mouth is back on yours ferociously, hungry for you. As your hand reaches nether to undo his belt, Nanami’s whispered gasp, fuck accompanied by a soft smirk sends a buzz through you, toe to toe with his insatiable hunger.

He lifts you by the hips and onto the granite counter, mouth against your neck as his hands undo your jeans. His fingertips waste no time sliding aside your panties and when he lifts his head, in between the cold compress of his fingers against your pussy, you notice his surprise at how wet you are. Contrary to the way his arm veins bulge against the smooth muscle of his forearm, and the way his blond slicked-back fringe has already lost its form for a messier, softer frock, he flashes a sweet smile, melting you straight into his palm.

“We’ll clean this counter up later, yeah?” Followed by his two fingers spreading inside you, one overtaking your sweet spot the other drifting down against your folds. His other hand, with your aid, moves his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock springs from his boxers, a soft gasp from your lips at his length. When you meet Nanami’s eyes, he’s blushing. A man made of antithesis.

He enters you with ease, both of you sighing in unison, your head lolling back against the cabinets, his bobbing forward towards your collarbones. Despite the slow pump, he picks up speed exponentially, hands gripping your sides until the veins threaten to seep through, sliding you against his girth. The speed hand in hand with his tip sliding against your cervix, has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The words that slip from his lips, his current state, the way his bicep is flexed against your temple while his hand is propped up on the cabinet doors, are unlike any you could’ve predicted.

“Would’ve never guessed you were so filthy,” He pants, “would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew.”

When you bring your head back up, you watch him, his abs compressing and tightening, chest heaving, illuminated by sweat, his eyes keen on your pussy squelching his dick further in. You latch your feet together against his lower back, legs tightening to draw him closer, which sends a deep groan from Nanami, unlocking a speed you didn’t know was possible. Your pelvis moves in unison against his, never separating as you tighten against his cock – any possible way to torture him.

“I-I,” you pant, breath dissipating against his lips, “so close.”

“Go ‘head gorgeous,” he sighs, latching onto your swollen lips, “let go for me.”

You pant his name as you come, blacking out and only held up in place by his hands against your lower back and hip. Watching through low lids, his pearly white teeth flash proudly, and Nanami releases right after, full of pants and groans as if he was holding on waiting for you to finish first. Counter sticky from your pleasure, he continues to hold on to you while you watch his chest move in unison with your breaths. Like a fatal blow, a white flag, a final strike, he flashes the same genuine smile against your gaze, that you can’t help but reciprocate until the two of you chuckle breathlessly against the dimly lit kitchen.

Your coworkers don’t seem to take the news of you and Nanami hooking up as gingerly. Their warnings, flashing lighthouse light, bright and blinding, that this won’t end well, ring in your ears.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I am, but this man and his hips have bewitched me.”

⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭“I WANT 'EM ALL !” ✩

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summer days.

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s4kura-tr3 · 3 months ago

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how about reader comforting gojo / mediating when their new baby doesn’t like him? maybe his cursed energy makes his presence too overwhelming for them or maybe they just don’t like his freaky blue eyes

Gojo x reader

Gojo Satoru had faced curses stronger than most sorcerers could even comprehend. He had been feared and revered in equal measure. But nothing — nothing — had prepared him for the heartbreak of his own child not liking him.

It had started the moment you brought the baby home. Swaddled in soft cotton, cheeks plump and rosy, their tiny fists would flail happily when you held them. But the second Gojo leaned over the crib, his heart swelling with love and nervous excitement — the baby would cry. Not a soft whimper, but a full-blown scream that shattered the peaceful quiet of the nursery.

“Maybe it’s my cursed energy,” Gojo muttered one night, sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest. His head was tipped back against the wall, hair messier than usual, the pale blue glow of his eyes dim beneath the weight of his exhaustion. “Maybe it’s too much for them.”

You sat cross-legged beside him, your hand rubbing circles on his back. “You’re suppressing it, though. You’re being careful.”

“Careful’s not enough, apparently,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands. His long fingers tangled in white hair. “I’m supposed to be the strongest. But I can’t even get my own kid to stop crying when I look at them.”

“Or maybe,” you teased gently, “it’s those freaky eyes of yours.”

He shot you a glare, but you saw the sadness lingering beneath the usual mischief. “I’m serious.”

“I know,” you murmured. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “But maybe they don’t know that yet.”

Gojo let out a tired laugh. “Great. So my own child thinks I’m scary.”

“Or maybe they’re just overwhelmed,” you suggested. “You’re a lot to take in, Satoru.”

He huffed. “Gee, thanks.”

You shifted closer, brushing a hand through his soft hair. “They’re still figuring out the world. They don’t know yet that their dad is the safest place in it.”

Gojo’s jaw tightened. His gaze drifted toward the crib, where the baby was sleeping peacefully under the soft blue light of the moon filtering through the curtains. He hesitated, his hand hovering mid-air like he was afraid to disturb the fragile peace.

“Hey,” you whispered, scooting to sit behind him. Your arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “Let’s try something.”

He turned his head slightly toward you. “What?”

“Come here.”

You rose to your feet and walked over to the crib, scooping up the baby with practiced ease. Their little mouth opened in a sleepy yawn, tiny fists curling against your chest. You settled back down on the floor, motioning for Gojo to sit behind you.

He hesitated before sliding in close, his long legs bracketing yours. His chest pressed to your back as you leaned the baby slightly toward him.

“Just let them get used to you,” you said softly. “No pressure. Just… be here.”

Gojo’s breath was warm against your neck as he leaned down. The baby stirred slightly, their sleepy eyes fluttering open. Gojo reached out with careful hands, brushing a knuckle along the soft curve of their cheek.

The baby’s gaze met his — wide, round, and unblinking. Gojo held his breath. Their tiny face wrinkled. His heart slammed against his ribs.

But this time, they didn’t cry.

“Hey,” Gojo whispered, his voice so soft it almost didn’t sound like him. His finger brushed along their tiny hand, and miraculously — miraculously — the baby’s hand curled around it.

Gojo’s eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. His mouth parted like he couldn’t believe it was happening.

“They like you,” you whispered, smiling.

Gojo’s eyes softened, the usual teasing glint replaced by something far more fragile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned down, brushing the gentlest of kisses to the baby’s forehead. His breath shuddered when they didn’t pull away. His arms circled around you and the baby, his chin resting on your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut.

“See?” you whispered, turning your head just enough to press your lips to his temple. “They just needed to know you were safe.”

Gojo’s smile was small and quiet. “Guess they’re smarter than they look.”

“Of course they are.” You laughed softly. “They take after me.”

Gojo chuckled, low and warm. His arms tightened around you both, and this time — when the baby stirred and opened their eyes — they didn’t cry. They just blinked up at Gojo with quiet curiosity, their tiny hand still wrapped around his finger.

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