torusmochibunny0714

[torusmochibunny0714]

gojo satoru was spoiled, sure. but he wasn’t used to being cared for.

he had people who answered to him. people who revered him, feared him, respected him. his clan, his school, his students. everything he wanted, he could have. everything he needed, someone got for him.

but then there was you.

you, who didn’t flinch when he joked too loudly or smiled too wide. you, who didn’t tiptoe around his legacy like it was made of glass. you, who leaned into him instead of away, who called him “satoru” like he was just a man, not the strongest.

and when you touched him, it wasn’t reverent or worshipful or like you owed him anything. it was simple. kind. natural.

like reaching to fix his collar on a windy morning.

like putting his favorite tea on the stove before he even asked.

like dragging him to bed when he passed out on the couch, glasses skewed, mouth slightly open.

“come on,” you’d mutter, soft but firm, “sleep properly, sato.”

and he’d blink up at you, half-lidded and drowsy, and feel something sweet settle in his chest.

you didn’t do these things because he asked. you didn’t do them because he was gojo satoru. you just… cared.

it rattled something in him.

once, you made him lunch and packed it for him in a neat little box. he opened it during a break at jujutsu tech, laughing at a text from you about something dumb his students did.

inside, there was his favorite food. a little sticky note with a doodle. a stupid pun you’d written.

don’t fight anyone on an empty stomach!!

he sat there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, and just stared.

he thought about how no one had ever done that before. not like this. not with that silly, mindless affection. not because they wanted to make his day better.

and that night, when he came home, he found you on the couch in your pajamas, phone in hand, hair messy from the way you curled up against the cushions.

he walked over without saying a word, dropped to his knees in front of you, and laid his head in your lap.

you blinked down at him. “…long day?”

he nodded, face pressed against your stomach, arms winding around your waist.

“thank you,” he mumbled.

you snorted. “for what?”

he didn’t answer. just closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your laundry detergent, your skin, your home.

he’d always had everything he could ask for. but until you, he didn’t know what it meant to be loved for nothing. for free.

and god, did it make him want to give you the world.

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ i love satoru 😔

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You swear Satoru pretends he’s not as strong when he’s around you. The man will let you shove him and then immediately collapse to the floor, whining that you’re just sooo mean to little ol’ him :(

So, of course, when he’s about to leave for the day, expecting his usual morning kiss, and you’re not exactly giving him what he wants (just those quick, annoying little pecks), he starts getting that look.

That stupid grin.

Big and dopey, blue eyes crinkling as his snowy lashes flutter, leaning in closer each time you try to pull away, chasing your mouth like a fool in love. “Nooo, come back. You know what I want.”

And obviously, you’ve had enough.

You grab him by the front of his jacket, spin him, and pin him up against the wall. One hand cupping his pec, because if you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do it right, and the other curling around the sharp line of his jaw as you lean in and kiss him.

Sloppy. Messy. Tongue sliding into his mouth, breath warm and close, and you swear you hear a moan slip from the back of his throat.

You murmur against his lips, “This is where you're weak, right?”

And it’s like you hit a pressure point. His legs buckle slightly, spine curving like you knocked the air out of him. If you weren’t holding him up, he’d probably be sliding straight down the wall. His fingers twitch like he wants to grab you, anchor himself, but all he can do is giggle breathlessly against your mouth, brain clearly buffering.

When you finally pull back, he’s flushed. Blinking like you just smacked him. The tips of his ears are pink, his lashes fluttering as he stammers, “What the hell was that, baby, no, nuh uh, you come back here and finish what you started.”

And now he’s whining at the door like the poor, lovesick puppy he is, mumbling about how he’s gonna be thinking about that kiss all day.

You change his contact to 'Masochistic freak' after he finally leaves to go on some random mission.

[torusmochibunny0714]

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ❝ cause i don't wanna be in love with another, even in another life ❞

— ❦ MAYBE IN ANOTHER TIMELINE IT ALL WORKED OUT but all i have of you now are my memories

＃┆HAIKYUU ! the volleyball court. sticky watermelon juice. blinding sunlight.

＃┆ATTACK ON TITAN open fields. overlooking the ocean. the world from up high.

＃┆JUJUTSU KAISEN a long drive. ice cream. the beach in winter.

＃┆DEMON SLAYER your head on mine. the crackling of a campfire. the stars.

＃┆TOKYO REVENGERS the city at night. dizzying heights. salt & spice.

＃┆ORIGINAL WORKS sometimes i dream of you, still.

[torusmochibunny0714]

Sylus who just finished up work, opens the door to see you in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Kitten,” Sylus says warningly. “Why are you still awake?” He notices your new pajamas with cute, scattered crow designs.

“I can’t fall asleep,” you sigh hopelessly, “I think I’ve tried everything; white noise, no noise, magnesium.”

“My poor kitten…” He brushes the hair out of your face, finding your pout cute. “Have you tried counting crows?” He says as he sneaks himself into bed, pulling you in towards his chest.

“Crows?” you playfully scoff. “Isn’t it sheep?”

“Last time I checked, it’s crows.”

You giggle, “Are you sure?”

“Look. I’ll show you. Turn around.” You feel a soft tap of Sylus’ finger on your back, as he points at one of the crow designs. “One crow.”

He drags his finger along your back, tapping another one. “Two crows.”

He gentle rakes his fingers up and down your back causing your body to go lax. You expect another finger to land on the third crow, but you instead feel his soft lips land on your back, the fabric thin enough to make a difference. “Three crows.”

A kiss on your shoulder. “Four crows.”

You turn to him,” There’s no crow there.”

“Shh… not important kitten,” he whispers as he continues to sprinkle kisses along your shoulder. “Five crows.” He whispers before leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m even counting the crows for you.” He chuckles softly. “Just listen to my voice and relax. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl.”

“Six crows.” Another kiss.

“Seven crows.” Another kiss.

“Eight crows…”

“Nine…crows…”

Ten…

Where were we again…?

Oh…

It seems you’ve fallen asleep in Sylus’ arms.

[torusmochibunny0714]

don't worry about it

[torusmochibunny0714]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. calling your boyfriend ‘daddy’ for the first time has him actually losing it.

tags. dom olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, fluff-ish. pwp-ish. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). daddy kink! p in v -> protected turns into unprotected. mention of potential pregnancy. creampǐe. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. not proof-read. wc: above 1k.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires. satoru lounges on the king-sized bed, his lean yet muscular frame sprawled across the egyptian cotton sheets.

he watches you intently as you move around your shared bedroom, your curvy body draped in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination. the sheer fabric clings to your curves which emphasizes the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist.

satoru’s piercing blue eyes follow your every movement and his gaze is intense and hungry. he can feel the heat building in his groin, the familiar ache that always accompanies your presence. it is a constant battle—this need he has for you.

it’s a never-ending war between his desire to possess you completely and his desperate need to keep you safe from the darkest parts of himself. the one he tries to hide behind that charming façade of his.

he’s been fighting his true feelings for so long. he’s tried to resist, to keep you at arm’s length to prevent another heartbreak. to prevent another probability of someone in his life leaving him.

but in the end, he’s given in. taken you as his girlfriend even through everything. however even now, even with you standing before him, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re still slipping away from him. that at any moment, you can disappear, leaving him alone and empty.

it makes him feel possessive. extremely so.

satoru pushes himself up onto his elbows, his biceps flexing as he moves. “c’mere, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. “let me see you.”

you pause in your tracks, your eyes meeting his gaze. there is a flicker of something in them, a hint of hesitation. but then you take a step forward, and another, until you stand at the edge of the bed.

“yes?” you tilt your head, a questioning look in your gaze. you brush a few of his white hairs to the side, tucking them behind his ear gently, “something on your mind?”

satoru's heart raced as he reaches out before his large hand wraps around your wrist. he tugs you down onto the bed, his other arm snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

“mm well, it’s just that. . . y’ look really good, princess,” he murmurs in that sultry voice of his. his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck. he can feel the heat of you, the way your body melts against his own. it’s a feeling he’s come to crave—a sensation he needs more than air.

satoru's hand slides up your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast through the thin fabric. “’toru,” you gasp his name out softly as satoru’s fingers find your nipple. it's already stiff beneath the robe. your back arches slightly, pressing your tit further into his unexpected touch.

satoru’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in his pants as he feels you respond to him. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently, coaxing it to an even harder form.

his other hand slides down, over the curve of your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. he kneads the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into your skin as he holds you tight against him. satoru's hips rocked forward, grinding his hardening erection against your stomach. he is already so hard, so fucking desperate for you. it's a constant state with you. that all-consuming need that never seems to abate.

satoru's lips trail up your necjk and his teeth graze your jawline. he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. your breath comes faster, your chest heaving against his own. the older man can feel your heart racing, pounding in time with his own.

it’s a heady feeling knowing that he affects you this way. that he can make you feel this much simply by touching you.

"fuck, i want you," satoru lets out in a half whimper, half growl. “wanna feel you come apart in my arms, baby.”

he captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delves deep to claim every inch of you. he kisses you like a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

his large hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, mapping out every dip and curve. he can’t get enough of you, can never touch you enough.

as you kiss, you feel satoru’s slender fingers slip beneath the hem of your robe, pushing the fabric up and over your thighs. you gasp into his mouth as his fingers find your clothed cunt, stroking through the slick folds. your lover groans, his cock throbbing at the feel of you. of course you’re already so wet and ready for him.

“daddy,” you whimper, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it. it’s a name you’ve never called him before in bed, but in the heat of the moment, it felt right. it felt perfect.

satoru froze. his heart stops for a moment, your whispered word echoing in the charged air between you two.

daddy.

shit, the way it sounds falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your voice breathy and needy. it sends a jolt straight to his cock, his dick throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his sweatpants. he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

“fuck, princess,” satoru shudders, his voice ragged with lust and something else. something deeper and darker. "you want daddy to take care of you? want me to make you feel good? keheh, alright."

he puts an emphasis on the ‘daddy’, almost mockingly, as a teasing grin tugs at the corners of his lips. he will not be holding back; that’s for sure.

his fingers slide beneath your panties and inside your warm pussy, pumping steadily as his thumb circles your clit. that slip-up of yours only encouraged him to be more bold.

“mgh!” you buck against his hand, your hips undulating in an instinctive rhythm. satoru's heart races as he watches you—watches the pleasure play out across your face. your eyes flutter shut, your head tilting back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

“yes, ngh, daddy,” you whimper again, and this time satoru actually can’t hold back.

he surges forward, flipping your positions so that he hovers over you. he can feel the heat of you—the way your body trembles beneath him. he can see the desire in your eyes, the way they clung to him with a desperation that mirrored his own.

“shit, baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” your lover grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “you’re mine, all mine. and i’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

with that, he crashes his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss. he swallows your cries of pleasure and drinks down down every gasp and moan like a man dying of thirst. his hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, claiming every inch of your soft skin.

the white haired man pushes your robe up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. he then sits back on his knees and takes in the sight of your naked body splayed out beneath him.

“look at you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark with lust. a feral look you’ve never seen in those beautiful blue eyes of his. “spread out like a feast just for me, hm?” his hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers skimming over your slick folds once more.

satoru watches, enraptured, as your back arches off the bed, your full breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. your pretty eyes flutter open and lock with his as you pant softly. “please, yes. . .” you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. “need you inside me. need to feel you filling me up, stretching me.”

satoru's cock throbs almost painfully at your lewd words to the point that pre-cum beads at the tip. fuck, the way you beg for him, the desperate hunger in your eyes. . . it drove him wild. with a low moan, the older man surges forward and captures your lips in another desperate kiss.

his hands make quick work of his own clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to feel your bare skin against his own. satoru shrugs off his tailored shirt—not bothering with the buttons. he yanks at the strings of his sweatpants and lets the material slide off his shapely legs before tossing the clothing aside. in a matter of seconds, he is bare before you, his muscular body on full display. his impressive cock juts out, long, hard and thick.

“can't wait either, baby. need you so bad,” satoru swallows thickly. he's losing it slowly yet surely.

he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. he easily rolls the latex sheath over his throbbing dick, hissing at the sensation. he is so hard, so desperate to be inside you. he needs to feel and see you fall apart on his dick.

satoru settles between your spread thighs before tugging your panties down. he rips them in the process and you're surprised by the pure need in his actions. usually, he's a much more composed guy, patient and loving, but now he looks like he'll cry if he doesn't get to be intimate with you.

“ah, 'toru,” you whine as he teases you with his tip. the head of his cock nudges against your slick hole, not quite penetrating yet. “put it in, please—daddy.”

you know using that word will get you what you want. and it indeed did.

with a single, powerful thrust, satoru buries himself inside you to the hilt. “fuck! ungh, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. he starts to move almost instantly, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. the bed creaks beneath you and the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

he can't focus on anything else. except on the fact that he's trying his best not to cum on spot. with you calling him that godforsaken nickname that gets him pathetically turned on, and with the sight of you laying beautifully beneath him—it's so hard.

satoru's hips continue to snap forward, driving into you with deep thrusts. the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin which is again punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans.

“your cunt feels like heaven, princess,” your lover grunts, “so fuckin' tight and wet, like you were made for m’ dick.” he leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. hs suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he bites down gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you.

you keen at the sensation, your fingers tangling in satoru's white hair. “ahh, yes! please don't stop, daddy!” you beg before wrapping your legs around his waist. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

satoru can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. but he wants to feel you come undone first. he wants to watch you shatter in ecstasy, to hear you scream his name as you come apart on his cock. he reaches between your sweat-slicked bodies and his fingers find your clit. he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. almost in time with the ways his hips move.

the moans you let out after that have satoru moaning in your ears. it's all too much for him. yet despite his overstimulation, he seeks more.

more of you.

suddenly, satoru pulls out, his slick cock emerging from your dripping cunt with a gush of fluid. he quickly sheds the condom, tying off the used latex before tossing it aside. his cock bobs against his stomach, the thick shaft flushed a deep, angry red. the slit of his tip is still weeping with pre-cum.

satoru looks down at you with a pleading expression. his adam's apple bobs in his throat almost nervously as he mentally prepares himself to ask you the question. “please,” he whimpers, his brows furrowed and eyes glassy with pure lust and desperation, “please, can i—can i go in raw?”

his voice cracks a little as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. the pathetic whimpers that leave his lips, the sudden switch in attitude, gets you weak. absolutely weak. you can't say no to that man when he acts like that.

your breath hitches and you feel yourself giving in instantly. you slowly nod and massage his scalp, causing him to look back up at you. “yes,” you swallow thickly before continuing, “wanna feel you-all of you—inside of me.”

satoru’s eyes flash with pure lust as he hears your agreement. with an almost feral grin, he grips your hips and drives forward, burying his thick, bare cock deep into your soaked pussy. a choked up moan tears from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your cunt gripping him like a fist.

“theeere we go,” satoru lets out a shaky breath. he squeezes his eyes shut and desperately buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s trying so hard not to cum on spot.

he’s really trying his best. his hips are flush against yours and he’s not moving an inch. because if he does, he fears he will cum instantly. and hard.

your arms wrap around his shoulders. you can see faint dots swimming around in your vision because of how good and intimate this feels. your mind is blank and all your thoughts are about the man above you.

“daddy?” you whisper in that almost angelic voice again, “you okay?”

there it goes again. satoru’s cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a muffled moan right into your ear. he’s breathing heavily. his balls squeeze up tight as he hears the way you address him again. he can’t.

“fuck it,” the older man mumbles under his throat before he pulls back a little. just enough to look you in the face as he starts to thrust in and out of your cunt again. “hold onto me,” he adds with a grunt before he speeds up.

you let out a surprised gasp and tighten your hold onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist again. you so desperately hold on—feeling his dick hit all your right places.

the pace he sets is even faster than before. harder and deeper. your eyes widen and your nails dig across his muscular back, leaving red scratches behind on his milky skin.

“ohh! right there!” your tongue almost lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his cock bump against that sweet spot inside of you. the one that has your toes curling and your body tensing.

satoru can feel every inch of you, every quiver and flutter around his plundering cock. he knows he hit the spot when your cunt is squeezing him so tightly it makes his entire body shudder. “yeah? right here, hm?” he coos as his hips saw in and out of you more desperately.

it’s pure ecstasy to him like this, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. he knows he will not last long like this, not with the way your greedy little cunt is sucking him in, trying to pull him even deeper.

“i’m going to cum, baby,” he warns between heavy breaths. drops of his sweat trickle onto your skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “can’t last any longer—mnnngh—your pussy feels too good.”

you can feel it too. that need to push yourself right over the edge, to feel that bliss wash over you. your body tenses and you nod frantically as you look up at satoru through your wet eyelashes.

“i-inside,” you whimper between breathy moans, voice almost drowned out by all the lewd squelchy noises coming from between your two bodies. “cum inside, please—please daddy.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

satoru’s head falls back and he slams his hips forward one more time. “y-you can’t just say that, fuuuuck,” he tries to get out between moans, hips stuttering and cock jerking as spurt after spurt of his thick cum floods your insides without warning.

“yes, yes, yes—give it to me. cum on daddy’s cock,” he groans as his orgasm triggers yours. your pussy spasms uncontrollably around his dick, milking him from all that he has stored in those heavy balls. your squeals of ecstasy, your moans in the shape of his name—it’s too much.

satoru’s dick twitches weakly as the last ropes of his cum nestle deep inside of your fertile womb, right where he wants it. right there, where his child can possibly grow. the images of you pregnant flash through his mind as he looks down at your fucked out form beneath him.

“. . . y’know, you’ll look so pretty pregnant,” he blurts out without even knowing it. he collapses on top of you with a blissful smile tugging at his lips. he hugs you to his chest before rolling you over so you’re on top of him.

his hands rub soothing circles on your back before massaging your sore hips and thighs. the older man can’t help but grind up against you, keeping his dick inside of your creampied cunt to keep his cum plugged up.

you hum tiredly, not having any energy to respond or say anything. your eyes are already drooping as you lay on top of your boyfriend, his warmth and affectionate touches after such an intense moment leaving you putty in his hands.

“rest up, princess,” satoru presses a kiss on top of your head, still grinning to himself.

he’s exactly where he wants to be. in his home, cuddling with a hot woman in his arms after getting his dick wet.

what else does he need in life?

[torusmochibunny0714]

teasing them by sucking on a popsicle

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[torusmochibunny0714]

why is he always yapping

Sunkissed Gojo

[torusmochibunny0714]

PLEASE ME, BABY

You’re straddling him, bare and warm, his cock pressing against your folds, slick smearing everywhere—but not inside. Not yet. You’re holding out, hovering just above where he’s dying to be, watching him come undone beneath you.

“C’mon,” he pants, head tossed back, hands shaking where they grip your hips. “Don’t tease me like this, baby. I’ll fucking lose it.”

“You wanna cum inside?” you ask, voice smooth, teasing.

“Fuck yes I wanna cum inside,” he groans, grinding his hips up, desperate for friction. “I need to, sweetheart—been thinking about it all day, I can’t—fuck. Just let me.”

You still don’t move. His cock twitches against your soaked folds, and he whines.

“You want it that bad?” you coo.

Gojo’s eyes snap open, wild and hungry and so, so gone.

“Wanna fill you up,” he babbles, voice ragged. “Wanna stuff you full, make you mine, fuck it so deep you’re leaking all day—please, baby, please, let me put a baby in you.”

You blink. “A baby?”

He moans like you’ve touched heaven. “Yes. Fuck yes. Wanna fuck you full of me—just once, baby, just one little accident—please, let me breed this perfect little pussy.”

He’s not even pretending to be cool anymore. His fingers are bruising your skin, his body is trembling under yours, and he’s begging.

“Please let me cum in you. Please, let me make you a mess. Let me give you everything. I’ll be so good, I swear—just let me feel it. Let me own it.”

You sink down an inch.

His breath catches in his throat, a strangled gasp, eyes rolling back.

“Oh fuck—”

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[torusmochibunny0714]

Okay, so Satoru knows he should get up. The sun’s peeking through the curtains, your morning playlist is already humming from your phone speaker, and you’re doing that adorable thing where you shuffle around half-awake, muttering to yourself while looking for socks.

He knows.

But instead he just lies there, stretched out in bed, head on your pillow, hair an absolute mess, eyes barely open, watching you with a lazy grin and one specific thought rattling around his very smooth, very annoying brain:

God, you have such a nice ass.

So when you wander close enough to the edge of the bed, all unsuspecting and sleepy, he reaches out and loops an arm around your waist. You pause, expecting a hug maybe, something sweet.

But nah.

He leans in and bites your ass.

Not hard, just enough to make you squeak.

Your gasp is delicious. The way you whip around to glare at him with your bedhead and sleepy pout? Even better.

“Satoru!” you hiss.

And he, the king of fake innocence, gasps and widens his eyes. “Oh no, what happened, baby?? Did someone bite you? That’s terrible.”

You swat at him, and he tries to dodge while laughing, but you’re quicker when you’re mad. Not that it stops him from trying again - grinning like a feral cat, going in for round two.

You shriek his name this time, and it’s so damn cute he can’t even pretend anymore. He grabs your wrist, tugs you down into bed with him, laughing the whole time as he rolls you into his chest.

“Alright, alright - c’mere,” he mumbles, voice low and a little scratchy from sleep. He buries his face in your neck, arms locking tight around you. His chest is warm against your back, body still radiating sleep heat.

You squirm, a little grumpy still, but he just presses a kiss behind your ear and whispers, “Better stay here while I go hunt down the mysterious pervert who keeps biting your cute butt.”

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boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

[torusmochibunny0714]

❥ boynextdoor!gojo and his adorable loser!neighbor :c

you never leave your house. like, ever.

the last time he saw you even step outside was two weeks ago on saturday at 1:02pm, and that was because you had to bring in the garbage can and mail since your parents were off on vacation.

how could you live like that? you just stay cramped up in your room, surrounded by anime posters and weird figures, hunched over some silly pc playing an even sillier game. it’s an absolute mess in there, too — empty cups and bottles everywhere, dishes that really need to go into the dishwasher, an ever-growing pile of unfolded clothes.

satoru can’t let you go on like this. the last time he snuck into your room for a little gift from your hamper, he’d nearly broken his neck. your room needs to be deemed a serious health hazard!

so, like any good neighbor would, the next time your parents leave to travel somewhere, satoru offers to stay at the house with you. y’know, for double protection. he wouldn’t want anything to happen to your parents’ precious baby girl!

you, of course, were not amused. c’mon, seriously? satoru gojo, the city’s it-boy, wanting to stay in your house that’s practically a shed in comparison to his massive mansion? it’s gotta be some cruel, twisted joke — an extra rusty knife shoved into the shitshow of your life.

but, no, unluckily for you. satoru is dead serious, and he pulls out all the stops to get your worrywart parents to agree: that bright, charming smile, a hefty compensation if anything goes awry, a voucher to some snobby golf club, and even an invitation to have dinner with his family.

what aspiring business person wouldn’t want to talk to the most influential clan in japan? they wouldn’t say no even if they wanted to.

it’s a win-win — they get to schmooze and network like the power-hungry vermin they are, and satoru gets to have you, his little cutie pie, to himself for a weekend, without any interruptions.

what could possibly go wrong?

you quickly realize that it is everything.

satoru is a pest. sure, you knew that already, but somehow his need to and the success rate of agitating you had skyrocketed in the past six months that you hadn’t seen him.

he’s always touching you — sitting too close on the couch, lanky arm slung along the back of it, his big hand ruffling your already messy hair whenever he walks past, or his feet brushing yours underneath the kitchen table.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, he never. stops. talking. it’s like when he was born, his genes forgot to put a switch to turn him off, because you swear he just goes on and on and on and on about nothing.

all you want is peace and quiet for a weekend. that’s it! your parents aren’t home to pester you about transferring to in-person classes at university or about finally applying for a job. alas, he’s here to spoil your damn plans.

your frustrations eventually reach a boiling point, and you relax the best way you know how: with that tiny pink vibrator.

you just didn’t expect satoru to walk in and offer to help.

which is precisely how you’re now in his lap, trembling legs spread as satoru pumps two long, slender fingers in and out of your needy cunt. they go way deeper than yours could ever hope to, curling and scissoring right against that sweet spot that has your back arching against his chest.

his other hand is clasped around your smaller one, making sure you keep your precious vibrator right on that puffy clit. if you wanted to get off so bad, all you had to do is ask!

but you didn’t, so he had to wait ‘til he heard those poorly stifled whimpers before casually strutting in for his forgotten phone.

oopsie.

“feels good, right?” he whispers, warm breath ghosting across the shell of your ear, and you don’t even need to see his face to know he’s smiling. bastard.

you nod your head, though, too far gone in the lusty haze to bother with being snarky. that delicate coil in your gut is so close to snapping, much closer than it usually is when you do this yourself. “mmf, yeah...”

and satoru knows it.

he moves your thumb to press the up setting twice on your toy, and his cock gives a happy twitch from its confines in his boxers when you squeal, hips bucking up into the vibrator and pushing his fingers deeper.

another oopsie.

one he doesn’t regret the second your moans get louder, gooey walls fluttering around his fingers as you grind up. “ohh, fuck, ‘m g’na cum, oh my god—!”

you’re so beautiful when you cum, eyes sliding back and squirt spraying the towel beneath you and satoru’s hand as you clamp down on his fingers, entire body shuddering and twitching.

he has to think about some long-winded chemistry formula to not cream his pants right then and there.

when you finally start to get your breath back, chest heaving and face flushed with what he’s sure is both arousal and embarrassment, that’s when satoru pulls his fingers free with a loud squelch.

“aww, she misses me already,” he coos, and you don’t even get a moment to be confused before he pops his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your essence like it’s his last supper.

it’s gross, hearing those wet slurping noises behind you, but your gut tightens anyway, and you ignore the small feeling of disappointment when he takes his fingers out of his mouth.

“don’t worry, baby.” with two big hands on your waist, he shifts you off his lap and lays you down on your back. “i’ll stuff ‘er full with something bigger, how about that?”

[torusmochibunny0714]

don't leave me! (for work) - pedro pascal.

---

You were barely dressed—one sock on, bra strap still falling off your shoulder, halfway through brushing your hair—when you felt him sneak up behind you like a cat in the morning sun. Barefoot, sleepy, clingy as hell.

“Don’t go,” Pedro mumbled against your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest. His voice was still scratchy from sleep. “Stay. Let’s pretend your job doesn’t exist.”

You laughed, head tipping back against his shoulder. “You always say that when I have an early meeting.”

“That’s because your job is my mortal enemy,” he said dramatically, kissing the spot just behind your ear that always made you shiver. “Every time it steals you away, it chips a piece of my soul.”

“Oh my God, Pedro,” you giggled, turning around to face him. His hair was a wild mess and his eyes were still heavy with sleep, but the pout on his lips was cartoonishly exaggerated. You poked his cheek. “You’re so clingy this morning.”

“I’m always clingy when you wear that perfume and look at me like you’re about to leave forever.”

You snorted. “I’m literally coming back in a few hours.”

He squinted, like he couldn’t quite understand the concept. “That’s still too long. Just quit. I got you, baby. I’ll support us. I’ll build you a custom office in the house, and by office, I mean a couch where we make out between your emails.”

You burst out laughing, nearly dropping your phone. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m serious! You don’t need to work. You’ve got me.” He kissed your collarbone, then your jaw, then your mouth, slow and needy. “Let me be your sugar daddy.”

“You already kind of are,” you teased against his lips.

He grinned, then pouted again. “So why are you leaving me?”

“Because I have a client call in twenty minutes and I’m already running late,” you said, cupping his face gently. “But I promise to make it up to you tonight.”

Pedro’s eyes sparkled. “How?”

You leaned close and whispered something in his ear that made his eyebrows shoot up. “Deal,” he said instantly, then pulled you in for another kiss. And another. And another.

You tried to pull away three separate times, but he kept catching you with a whine, a kiss, or a dramatic sigh. “Just one more. That one didn’t count. That one wasn’t long enough. That one wasn’t desperate enough.”

When you finally managed to grab your bag and make it to the front door, he was leaning against the wall in his sweatpants and a hoodie you’d stolen last week, arms crossed, looking every bit like a sad, abandoned puppy.

You kissed him on the lips one last time. “I’ll be back before you know it, clingy boy.”

“You better,” he grumbled. “And I expect snacks.”

“Already packed.”

“And a lap to fall asleep on.”

“You got it.”

He smiled like a kid being promised candy, watching as you walked out. You made the mistake of looking back—he was still standing there, waving dramatically with both hands like you were going off to war.

You laughed again, heart too full for someone who made it nearly impossible to leave the house in the first place.

---

[torusmochibunny0714]

husband!Pedro ♡

♡ husband!Pedro that holds your hand around the house like he’s scared to lose you between the kitchen and the couch.

♡ husband!Pedro that kisses your temple every morning before you open your eyes, whispering “good morning, baby” in the softest voice.

♡ husband!Pedro that keeps one hand on your thigh during every drive, his thumb stroking lazy circles over your skin.

♡ husband!Pedro that watches you get ready like you’re magic, constantly murmuring “how the hell did I get you?”

♡ husband!Pedro that texts you “come home soon” and includes way too many heart emojis for a man his age.

♡ husband!Pedro that insists on carrying all the groceries because “my wife doesn’t lift anything heavier than her skincare.”

♡ husband!Pedro that lets you steal all the covers and just pulls you closer when he’s cold.

♡ husband!Pedro that gets drunk and rambles about how you saved his life, how young you are, and how much he loves being yours.

♡ husband!Pedro that groans like a sinner when you kiss his neck, and swears you’re going to be the death of him.

♡ husband!Pedro that grabs your chin mid-argument just to kiss you rough and shut you up because he can’t stand seeing your mouth move without tasting it.

♡ husband!Pedro that pulls you onto his lap at dinner parties and pretends it’s casual while his fingers slip just under your dress.

♡ husband!Pedro that can’t keep his hands off you when you wear anything tight, muttering “you’re trying to kill me, baby” as he palms your ass.

♡ husband!Pedro that takes his time undressing you like you’re the most expensive gift he’s ever been given.

♡ husband!Pedro that fucks you slow just to watch you beg for more, praising you with every thrust like you’re his religion.

♡ husband!Pedro that bites your shoulder to keep quiet when you ride him, because the neighbors already know your name.

♡ husband!Pedro that looks at you after sex like he just conquered something holy, whispering “mine” over and over against your neck.

♡ husband!Pedro that makes love to you like a promise and fucks you like a threat.

♡ husband!Pedro that wraps a hand around your throat and says “be a good girl and open your mouth” like it’s just another form of saying I love you

♡ husband!Pedro that keeps a photo of you naked in his wallet, not for the thrill, but because he swears it's his luck.

✎ (❁ᴗ͈��ᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

[torusmochibunny0714]

mwah (part 2)

[torusmochibunny0714]

synopsis: you have a huge crush on suguru, right? so why is that your heart starts beating faster only when satoru appears. and why does he act like he knows it.

miyan’s notes: yay!! i like this. enjoy!!

part 1

you don’t even realize when it happens.

one day, you’re still sighing over suguru, watching the way he ties his hair back before training, admiring how effortlessly cool he is, and then—somewhere along the way—your focus starts shifting. not all at once, not in any dramatic way, but in little, subtle moments.

like when you enter a room, and instead of searching for suguru first, your eyes automatically flicker to messy white hair, scanning for that familiar, towering frame. or when something funny happens, and you catch yourself turning to tell satoru first, laughing before you even realize he’s already looking at you, grinning like he was waiting for your reaction.

you don’t think much of it at first. gojo has always been there, always loud, always impossible to ignore. he’s just—gojo. annoying, arrogant, a constant presence in your life whether you want him there or not.

but then, you stop talking about suguru as much. you don’t even notice at first, but shoko does.

“you used to bring him up every five seconds,” she says one day, exhaling smoke as she watches you from the corner of her eye. “now it’s just satoru this, satoru that. what happened to your lovesick little crush?”

you blink, caught off guard. what happened? you don’t know. but as you think about it, you realize suguru’s name doesn’t come up in your thoughts as often anymore. you stop trying so hard to be near suguru, but you do find yourself lingering when gojo’s around. you don’t hold your breath when suguru walks past you anymore, but you do when gojo leans in too close, his familiar, teasing grin a little softer than before.

you stop staring at suguru with admiration, but you do watch gojo when he’s not paying attention, when his guard is down and he’s just a boy with the world on his shoulders. when you walk into a room, your first instinct isn’t to find him. when you want to share something, it’s not his reaction you’re looking forward to.

instead, your days are filled with satoru—his dumb jokes, his stupid antics, the way he somehow always manages to drag you into whatever nonsense he’s up to. he annoys you, gets in your space, pokes at you until you snap, and then grins like it’s all part of some big, amusing game.

except—except when did it stop annoying you?

when did you start rolling your eyes but laughing instead of groaning? when did you start letting him pull you closer without shoving him away? when did your stomach start flipping when he leans in too close, when his fingers brush against yours absentmindedly, when he grins at you with something just a little softer in his expression? something you rejected even though you noticed

and then it happens. the realization slams into you out of nowhere—like walking straight into a glass door you didn’t see coming.

you’re sitting outside after training, stretched out on the grass, listening to satoru ramble about something or other. you’re not even really paying attention to what he’s saying, just watching him, the way his hands move animatedly when he talks, the way his lips quirk up at the edges, the way his sunglasses are slipping down just enough for you to catch a glimpse of bright blue beneath.

and then he turns to you, catching your stare, and grins. “what? do i have something on my face?”

your heart stumbles. and it hits you all at once.

oh.

oh no.

you panic. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to like suguru. you were supposed to get flustered around him, supposed to daydream about him, supposed to be thinking about ways to impress him. but here you are, sitting next to satoru, feeling your heart pound over a simple smile.

you try to deny it at first. try to brush it off, tell yourself it’s just because you spend too much time together, because he’s always around, always teasing, always pulling you into his orbit whether you like it or not. that’s just how satoru is, no? a magnetic force, a pull no one can resist— except, they can and you don’t even try.

but then he tugs on your sleeve, pulling you closer as he whines, “you’re ignoring me again,” like he’s entitled to your attention, like it’s only natural that you look at him, and you don’t pull away. you let him hold onto you, let his fingers linger against the fabric of your uniform. let him mess up your collar and your hair and give him a halfhearted glare instead of cursing his bloodline.

and when he grins at you, pinkish lips glistening with your lip balm he likes to use, something warm curls in your chest.

you’re doomed.

the worst part? satoru notices.

he notices the way you don’t stumble over your words around suguru anymore. how you greet him with a smile that is more casual than anything else before your gaze moves to satoru and you beam because he is already looking at you. the way your gaze lingers on him now, worry seeping into you whenever he looks out of it. the way you get quiet whenever he gets a little too close, whenever his hand brushes yours, whenever his knee bumps into yours. whenever he tilts his head and watches you with that smirk like he knows exactly what’s going on in your head.

he doesn’t say anything at first. just keeps teasing you, keeps nudging into your space, keeps tugging on your sleeve whenever you start looking at anything that isn’t him. hopes that you’re smart enough to realise what is happening on your own, with a little help from him.

and then, on a sunny afternoon, when you’re watching him a little too closely, lips parted like you were about to say something and forgot—he leans in, way too close, and smirks.

“huh. looks like someone finally came to their senses.”

your breath catches in your throat.

you don’t move, don’t blink—don’t even breathe—because satoru is inches from your face, smirking like he’s just won a game you didn’t even realize you were playing.

your brain short-circuits. your heart is hammering, and you can’t tell if it’s from the sheer audacity of him getting this close, or from the slow, sinking realization that he might be right.

you have come to your senses. and it’s terrifying.

“wh-what are you talking about?” you stammer, trying—and failing—to lean away without looking like you’re running. but satoru follows, resting his chin in his palm, his elbow propped on his knee, his whole body angling toward you like he has all the time in the world to sit here and watch you squirm.

his smirk deepens. “oh, don’t play dumb now. it was kinda cute when you were still pretending, but—” he reaches out, flicking your forehead, grinning when you scowl and swat at his hand. “—i know you like me.”

your entire body jolts with panic. does he? you were barely figuring it out yourself, barely coming to terms with the idea that maybe—just maybe—your crush on suguru had been a distraction, something safe, something comfortable. that maybe—just maybe—what you actually felt, what had been sneaking up on you all this time, was something much more dangerous.

because he always felt so unreachable despite how close he always was. so it was much easier to ignore that there might just be something for him.

and if satoru knows that? if he sees it? then what the hell are you supposed to do?

“y-you’re delusional,” you mutter, turning away, hoping—praying—that if you don’t look at him, he’ll drop it.

he doesn’t. of course, he doesn’t.

“am i?” he hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it, like this is just some casual conversation and not your entire world tilting on its axis.

you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, crossing your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his eyes. but the heat creeping up your neck betrays you.

satoru clicks his tongue. “see, if you really didn’t like me, you’d be yelling at me by now. pushing me away. threatening to beat me up even though we both know that’s impossible.”

you glare at him. “i could try.”

his grin is blinding. “ooh, feisty. you do like me.”

“do not.”

“do too.”

“i don’t—”

and then his hand is on your wrist. gentle, loose—barely a touch at all, really—but it’s enough to stop you mid-sentence, to make your heart stutter so violently in your chest you’re sure he can hear it.

his fingers brush over the inside of your wrist, tracing slow, lazy circles, and you swear your entire body is on fire.

“you do.” he says again, but this time his voice is softer, lacking its usual teasing lilt.

you swallow. hard.

you should pull away. you should.

but you don’t.

because the truth is, the second he touched you, something inside you melted, something warm and terrifying curling low in your stomach. and the worst part is—you like it. you can’t even deny it.

you like the way he touches you without hesitation, like he belongs there, like you belong there. in his arms that feel endless and in his hold that feels the closest. you like the way he looks at you, sky blue eyes sharp and knowing, like he’s peeling back every excuse, every ounce of denial, and seeing you.

you like him.

oh, you’re so screwed.

“…so what if i do?” the words slip out before you can stop them, your voice quieter than you’d like, but satoru hears them anyway.

his smirk fades. for a moment, just a second, something flashes in his expression—something that makes your stomach flip, something real.

“then,” he murmurs, thumb pressing against your pulse, feeling it race under his touch, “i win.”

your breath shudders.

he’s too close. too warm, too confident, too much. you can smell his shampoo, feel the slight weight of his hand, the steady rhythm of his breathing. your body is screaming at you to do something, to move, to say something, to react.

so you do the only thing you can think of.

you flick his forehead back. hard.

“ow—!” satoru reels back, dramatically clutching his forehead like you’ve just dealt a fatal blow. “betrayal! and after i was so nice to you!”

“you deserved it.” your face is still burning, your heart still racing, but at least he’s not touching you anymore.

he pouts, rubbing the spot between his brows. “you’re just mad because i’m right.”

you are, but you’ll never admit it.

instead, you roll your eyes, shoving yourself to your feet, brushing imaginary dust off your uniform. “i’m leaving.”

“aww, don’t go, i was just starting to enjoy this.”

you ignore him, willing your legs to move, but then—

“wait.”

his voice is different this time. not playful, not teasing—something else, something more serious.

you freeze.

he pushes himself up, stretching his arms above his head before shaking them out, like he’s psyching himself up for something.

then he grins at you, tilting his head. “come on a date with me.”

your heart stops.

you turn to him slowly, carefully, because surely you misheard him. surely he didn’t just say what you think he said.

“…what?”

he raises an eyebrow. “a date. y’know, where two people hang out because they like each other? ring any bells?”

your mouth opens, then closes. then opens again. no words come out.

he waits, watching your expression with a smug little smirk, like he knew he was going to break you.

finally, you manage to find your voice. “you’re asking me out?”

“mhm.”

“because…?”

he sighs, dramatic as ever, running a hand through his hair. “because, my dear oblivious kouhai, i like you.”

your stomach twists.

“you… you do?”

“duh.” his tone is light, but there’s something underneath it, something steadier.

your head spins. “but—but you never—”

he shrugs. “figured i’d let you figure it out first. wouldn’t be fair if i did all the work, y’know?”

you stare at him.

gojo satoru likes you.

gojo satoru, the most annoying person alive, the strongest sorcerer of your generation, the boy who has been pulling you into his orbit from the second you met him—he likes you.

your hands are clammy. your face is on fire. your heart is a mess.

but then he reaches for your wrist again, tugging gently, looking down at you with that same insufferable, familiar grin.

“so? what do you say?”

and, somehow, impossibly, your lips curve into a smile.

“…okay.”

your lips barely part before satoru grins like he’s already won. like he knew what your answer was going to be, like he was just waiting for you to finally catch up.

“okay?” he echoes, stepping closer, still holding your wrist in his hand, his thumb brushing over your pulse.

you swallow hard, willing your heart to calm down—but it’s impossible when he’s standing so close, his entire presence swallowing up the space around you, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

“okay,” you repeat, firmer this time.

his grin softens—just a little, just enough that it makes your stomach flip in a completely different way. and then his grip on your wrist shifts, fingers lacing through yours instead, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

and maybe, you think, maybe it is.

“good,” he murmurs, voice dropping just slightly, eyes flickering over your face. his gaze is heavy, unreadable, and you don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he tilts his head and smirks. “so… do i get a kiss now, or do i have to wait until the actual date?”

your face burns. “excuse me?”

“what? i think i deserve one, after everything. y’know, for my patience.”

“you bullied me for months—”

“—lovingly—”

“—because you knew i liked suguru—”

“—past tense, nice—”

“—and now you want a kiss?”

“…yes?”

you gape at him, heat prickling the back of your neck. you should say no. you should shove him away, roll your eyes, something, because that’s how it always is with him.

but instead, you find yourself staring—at his lips, at the way they quirk up in amusement, at the way he’s still watching you so intently, like he wants you to kiss him just as badly as he wants to tease you about it.

you want to.

you really, really want to.

so before you can overthink it, before you can talk yourself out of it, you tug him forward, standing on your toes and pressing your lips against his.

satoru makes a small noise of surprise, but he recovers fast—his grip tightening around your hand, his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close as he kisses you back.

and it’s—

it’s dizzying.

his lips are warm, unfairly soft, and he kisses you like he knew this was going to happen, like he’s been waiting for this, like he’s making sure you know—that you feel—that this isn’t a joke to him. that he meant it.

he likes you.

his fingers curl against your back, pressing you against him, deepening the kiss just slightly, just enough that your knees go weak, just enough that you have to grab onto him to keep yourself steady, his uniform creasing between your fingers.

and when you finally pull away, breathless and dazed, he doesn’t let you go.

instead, he presses his forehead against yours, grinning so wide you can feel it, his fingers still tangled with yours.

“…yeah,” he breathes, voice warm and smug and so stupidly fond. “definitely worth the wait.”

you groan, shoving at his chest, but you don’t pull away—not really. you don’t want to.

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