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celebrating Toji and his wife finally expecting, the boys get completely wasted, and Sukuna, operating on pure drunk logic, leans straight into whatever nonsense his brain serves up next —this time, making it very clear he's taken crack, fluff (part of my drunk!sukuna drabbles mini-series)

Sukuna is finished. He’s officially reached the point where his legendary alcohol tolerance has finally crumbled. Slumped deep into an armchair in the corner, he has his head tilted back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Though he may look like he’s contemplating the universe, you know he’s really just trying to keep the room from spinning as his fingers twitch rhythmically against the armrest.

You walk over, weaving through the chaos of a dancing Satoru, whose laughter is way too loud. Reaching out, you try to grab Sukuna's hand. “Come on. You’re done. Let’s get you upstairs."

The second your fingers brush his wrist, he recoils with a sharp, indignant jerk. He buries his back deeper into the leather chair, drawing his arm to his chest, his gaze darting toward you like you're trying to pick his pocket.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he rumbles, his voice a thick, incoherent slur. He stares at you, deeply offended. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hands off me."

"Sukuna, it’s late," you insist, reaching for his elbow this time. "Let's go to bed.”

“Don’t ‘Sukuna’ me,” he barks, his face flushing a deep red that creeps up to his ears. His scowl deepens, and his eyebrows knit together as he bats your hand away with a clumsy, heavy swat that carries more weight than accuracy. “I don’t know what kind of guy you think I am or what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. I’m married. I’ve got a wife—a real one—she’s around here somewhere. So back the fuck up.”

He’s truly upset, his chest heaving with a drunken outrage that would be endearing if it wasn’t so ridiculous. Glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen, he desperately searches for a way out of this very dangerous situation, but all the boys except Gojo are already slumped in various states of decay, scattered around the house.

"Kuna, I am your wife," you say, trying not to laugh at how fiercely he’s defending himself against you.

“Nice try.” He turns back, squinting at you, barely able to keep his eyelids from drooping. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know my own girl? I got her right here. I’ll show you, and then you’re gonna apologize for trying to… to tempt me or whatever.”

He starts frantically digging through his pockets, his movements aggressive and uncoordinated as he’s very close to falling out of the chair. Finally, he yanks his phone out, almost dropping it before he catches it with a trembling grip. He thrusts the blank, smudged screen toward your face.

“Look at that,” he demands, nodding firmly toward the black, unlit glass. “That’s my girl—my wife. Look at how she looks. You’re wasting your time. I’m a loyal man.”

"The phone isn't even on, you big idiot," you sigh, reaching for the device to help him show you a wallpaper of you.

Letting out a sharp, frustrated growl, he pulls the phone away, tucking it against his chest before flipping it over and stabbing the screen until it lights up. His brow furrows as he battles his own nervous system to enter his passcode—tap, tap, tap-tap—but his fingers are too clumsy, constantly hitting two numbers at once.

iPhone Unavailable, try again in 1 minute.

“God damn it,” he mutters, his jaw clenching.

He waits out the minute in tense, grumpy silence, glaring at you every few seconds to make sure you’re not getting any closer. As soon as the message disappears, he goes at it again, breathing hard, determined to prove he’s taken that he’s practically vibrating with effort. His frustration peaks as he misses the zero and hits eight instead. He deletes it with a hiss and tries again.

iPhone Unavailable, try again in 5 minutes.

Sukuna stares at the disabled screen, genuinely insulted by his own device. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed and cold, his chest puffing out with a surge of renewed, drunken grumpiness.

"It doesn't matter," he rasps, his voice dropping to a low, protective snarl. "I don't need the photos to know I’m taken. I'm not going anywhere with you. I’m staying right in this chair until my wife finds me, so stop trying to hook up with me and move along."

“Look at my face, Sukuna. Just look at me,” you say firmly, reaching down to grab both of his heavy hands and pull him up.

He stops mid-protest, dangerously swaying as he finally meets your gaze. He squints and leans in until his nose almost touches yours, inhaling your scent in a deep, lingering and very shaky breath. Recognition finally hits him like a freight train. The offended wall crumbles instantly, giving way to a hazy, mushy warmth.

"Oh," he breathes, his voice suddenly a soft, vibrating rumble. "It is you."

Not waiting another second, he collapses against you with his full, crushing weight, wrapping a massive arm around your shoulders and burying his face in your hair as you guide him toward the stairs. Every few steps, he stumbles, but keeps his nose pressed to your temple, breathing in your scent like he’s trying to memorize it all over again.

“I have to tell you something,” he mumbles against your skin, a smug, sleepy pride in his voice as you finally reach the guest bedroom. “Some girl… she tried to hit on me. Right—right there in the chair. I told her off—told her I had a wife.”

You finally haul him onto the mattress, exhaling heavily as his weight leaves your shoulders. "You did a great job, Kuna. Truly," you murmur.

Sukuna doesn't even let you pull the covers up before he hooks a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest, pinning you there with a heavy, protective grip.

"Stay right here," he grunts, his eyes already drifting shut. "Don't let that other girl in."

 

a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist

[swvness]

sukuna tries…pilates?? 𝜗ৎ

to say you were a pilates warrior would be an understatement. offensive even.

it wasn’t just for the aesthetics, oh no, it was weekly. almost daily. 

four times a week, sukuna watched as you’d dress yourself in a cute little athleisure get-up, kiss him goodbye, and leave for the next hour or two.

each time you’d come back refreshed, showered, and aching slightly, but the sensation got more addictive each time you went.

today was no different. you showered, got dressed, grabbed your things, and walked over to where he was sitting on the couch. lazily sprawled, one arm loosely draped over the back of the couch, the other scrolling through his phone boredly. a white beater clung to his muscular chest, and loose sweats on his hips.

he knew you were standing in front of him, but he didn’t acknowledge you until you took his phone straight from his grip, “going to pilates, i’ll be back in two hours.”

he looked up at you, a mixture of brief irritation completely washing away at the sight of you. “i know that woman—just go do whatever it is they have you doing.”

he huffed a laugh at something before leaning back, “i’ll bet it’s just some cute prissy shit like yoga, eh? probably isn’t even that hard. just fuckin’ matcha and matching sets.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

~

within the next thirty minutes, he was dressed in matching athletic clothing–you forced him to wear matching red sets, he surprisingly didn’t fight you on it–much. but you definitely earned a few hushed curses and a mutter about how you were so annoying, but you knew that last bit was a lie.

once you entered the studio, the receptionist greeted you with her familiar bright smile, “nice to see you again, you’ve been so consistent girl, i wish.” you both shared a laugh before sukuna entered and stood beside you. her face instantly dropped, swallowing a small gulp as she stared at sukuna.

“oh…uh..new guest?”

“my boyfriend.”

sukuna just stared at the receptionist with his natural scowl, beefy arms crossed over his chest. it only made him look more intimidating, i mean, the man was already massive.

you subtly nudged him in the ribs warningly. he rolled his eyes before replying with a gruff, “yeah, i’m her’s—can we just get on with this shit?”

~

the next thing he knew, he was on what he’d describe as a ‘modern torture machine.” which was really just a reformer machine.

you were beside him on your own machine and following along with the class and instructor like this was perfectly normal behavior.

just a regular tuesday.

“what the fuck…” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as his large body tried to maneuver the machine—and by the sound of it, the machine was struggling just as much.

sukuna tried his best to follow along, bending himself into various poses and positions he’d never be caught dead doing—unless it was for you.

he could’ve sworn he heard a few snickers from you beside him occasionally. he’d just huff, roll his eyes, and push through it.

by the end of the class, he was sore and aching in places he didn’t know existed before today. walking in, it sheen in sweat, skin flushed, and a scowl that could intimidate a navy seal.

“never again, woman,” he gritted out. peaking down at the top of your head as you walked beside him, hand wrapped around his beefy bicep.

“mhm…” you hummed in that oh so ‘sweet’ cadence, and he already knew where this was going. lifting your head to meet those vermilion eyes with a small smirk playing on your lips.

you bat your lashes with mock innocence, one he saw right through. “so, next week we’re going to that solidcore class…right?”

he huffed incredulously, “fuck no.”

“good thing i wasn’t asking.”

and sure enough, next week, he was indulging in the next sadistic ‘fitness’ class you signed up for. matching sets and all, he even got matcha. not by his own free will.

a/n: yes, this is a reupload if you felt you've seen this before...it deserved redemption...

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Cat fight

Pairing: Cat Hybird! Gojo x reader x Cat Hybird!Geto

Summary: Gojo gets really jealous when you add Geto to the family. Now you have two needy and jealous cats!

Wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be shorter lol but i enjoyed it nontheless)

a/n: IM HERE TO FEED YOU AGAIN SAY AHHHH! I love hybrid gojo and geto AHHHHHH ENJOY ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ hope anon is satisfied with my version of her geto & gojo request for this time!

Part 1 << Part 2 << Masterlist

You've adopted Gojo a while back, long enough to know about how clingy and easily attached he can get. If you weren’t constantly in contact or touching, he’d get all whiney. His pure white ears would flatten against his head, bright blue eyes pleading with yours.

You swear he must know what that look does to you and uses it for his advantage. That manipulative cat.

Even when you have your hands full, he’d stay close, a fluffy tail curled softly around your waist, keeping you warm. It’s nice when you’re cold, but not really when the room turns all stuffy and hot.

By now, you’re pretty aware of how possessive and territorial Gojo can be, not even allowing you to pet outside cats. He’d smell it on you, hissing, saying ‘you have one at home’, then proceed to call you a ‘cheater’.

That only intensified tenfold when you added Geto – a black hybrid cat – to the equation.

Suddenly, Gojo has all the reasons lined up for you to why you shouldn’t get another cat.

“The economy isn’t doing that well now, you’ll waste money on double the food”

“There would be more fur to sweep”

“I saw a vet online saying how much she doesn’t recommend more than one hybird. Another lady confirmed”

He just kept rambling about all the excuses he could come up with to try and convince you. But you’ve made up your mind already, so you just smile at him; blinking a few times.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

Geto was added as a new member to the house, and Gojo couldn’t be less happy about that. He intended to make it known.

“Please don’t tell me you’ll shower him” He whines into your shoulder as he clings to you from behind, his hands fisting into your shirt in the front, a white tail spiraling up your leg.

“I did it with you when you came here, too” You try, one hand over his, your thumb rubbing back and forth gently over his knuckles.

“But he’s FILTHY!” He whisper-shouts, his lips near your ear. You feel a twitching, soft ear tickle your hair.

“Yeah, Toru, that’s why he needs a bath” you giggle nervously, trying to slip away from Gojo’s clawing grip, Geto stands awkwardly beside you. Waiting. Watching the scene unfold in front of him in intrigue.

Gojo catches the sly smile Geto sends his way and he must hold himself back from hissing – only because he’s this close to your ear.

“I meant on the inside!” Gojo tries to argue with you, hugging you impossible close into him from behind, pulling you flush against his overly warm chest.

“Satoru Gojo, pull yourself together” his white ears flatten against his head, his grip around you loosening in defeat.

“Just look at him….” He grumbles, reluctantly letting go of you once you start squirming too much against him. Geto only puts on an innocent face, smiling with his eyes nearly closing into slits.

Gojo isn’t fooled by his acting. Not one bit.

You grab Getos hand, taking him along with you into the bathroom, a towel flung on your other arm.

Gojo seethes with anger and jealousy, growling to himself. He lost to a stupid black cat!

With you facing the other way, Geto turns to look at him over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue before you both disappear into the bathroom.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

When stepping out of the shower, you’re surprised to see how calm and collected Gojo appears to be. He’s sitting on the couch all patient and content, smiling at you. His tail is a little too still for your liking, but you brush past that.

 He must be adjusting, finally – you decide. It will take some time before he learns to share you.

“I can dry his hair myself. It would be fruitful to try and get to know one another.” Gojo proposes with a too bright smile. “A hybrid-to-hybrid talk”

You beam at the idea, despite how Gojo’s tail only gets this unactive when something is brewing. You push that thought aside, clasping your hands together “Great!”

Geto stiffens beside you, his black ears standing straight up, tail not swishing softly behind him anymore like it did in the shower. “I-…” he cuts himself off short, knowing that saying anything would make him out to be the bad guy here. Especially with how Gojo worded things, as if it’s all for a really good cause.

Curse that white cat.

And so the two find themselves alone in Gojo’s room.

“Don’t think I’m falling for your innocent act. I can smell your filth from a hundred miles away”

“Cats can only smell up to 1,5 to 4 miles away” Geto corrects lazily, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed with Gojo behind him. It’s unnerving having someone in his blind spot, let alone him.

“Shut it, smart mouth” Gojo hisses, grabbing a chunk of Getos inky hair spilling over his shoulder and tugging on it, both of their ears on high alert, twitching at every little motion and sound that the other makes.

“OW! Let go, you stupid leech! She’s mine!” you sit outside in the living room, hearing small muffled sounds slipping from behind Gojo's bedroom door. You pay it no mind, figuring Gojo must have tugged at a hair knot.

It cant be that bad, right?

“You dare?!” Their cat-fight starts, with Gojo yanking at Getos hair once again, harder this time. Geto winces, his neck bent at an odd angle. Full on screams can be heard from Gojo's room by now.

Okay, maybe it is that bad.

“What are you doing to him!” You barge in, seeing Gojo holding onto Geto’s inky hair, his black ear twitching frantically. Gojo’s white fluffy ear twitch once at you seeing him like this.

“I promise you its not like tha-“

“He yanked at my hair” Geto cuts him off, batting his eyes up at you, his tone oddly soft when he was yelling a second ago.

Gojo notices the performance Geto is putting on, only serving to boil his blood even further, prompting him to lurch over and scratch his sharp nails over the black hybrid’s arm.

You step in immediately, your fingers threading seamlessly through Gojo’s soft white hair, tugging gently back at the base, careful not to hurt him as you separate them. Gojo seems to lean into your touch despite the chaotic scene he’s in. “Alright, that’s enough. You’re not stepping out of here until midnight”

Your words seem to have an immediate effect on the poor white cat, his ears turning droopy, flopping back against his white fluff of hair. His eyes silently plead with yours, a pout painting on his lips as you drag Geto out.

You throw him a sharp look over your shoulder. “Bad cat”, then shut the door behind you, leaving your white cat to reflect on his actions and mull it over.

ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖   ᓚᘏ𑄝  ⋆˚🐾˖°   ᓚᘏ𑄝

The light spilling from the window diminished nearly fully, reminding you that Gojo’s punishment has been over since a while ago. He hasn’t stepped out of his room yet.

Geto is curled into your side on the couch the light sound of the movie playing drowning to your ears as you get up to check on Gojo. Geto doesn’t move to stop you - save for his tail tightening around your thigh before he lets go all together, his gaze following you.

“Gojo, are you coming?”

No response. Only the sound of shuffling and someone tossing in bed.

“Your punishment is long past” You coax softly, bending down to peek under the door gap. There you can make out the silhouette of a tall male laying face-first on his bed, a fluffy tail curling into his side.

He only gets into this position when he’s feeling down. Maybe you were a little harsh on him earlier.

The doorknob is useless. He locked himself in there. Poor kitty.Your heart throbs at your own reckless actions.

You rush to your feet, speeding to the drawer with all your snacks and candy. Getos head peeks over the couch behind you, curiously watching what you’re doing.

Grabbing Gojo’s favorite candy – the sweetest you had bought not long ago just for him – you speed your way back to the locked door.

“Pspspsps” You caregully shove pieces of candy under the door gap, one after the other. “Come here, kitty kitty” you singsong, hoping this would trick him to come out.

Silence.

“Who’s my pretty boy?” you’re starting to get desperate here. He’s refusing to come out.

“Me!” Geto exclaims from the couch, tail swaying in content.

You give him a small chuckle before turning back to Gojo behind the door.

"..."

“Ill let you snuggle me to sleep.”

The door unlocks with a sad looking Gojo on the other side, his bright blue eyes finding Geto, sending him a quick, nasty glare before returning his gaze back to yours.

He’s sulking with a pout on, mushrooms practically growing from his head. His ears flopingp backwards, his tail motionless, hugging his own leg.

“Oh, baby” You step closer, your heart thumping painfully at the sight of a defeated Gojo. Leaning in, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s so warm.

“Am I not enough for you? Do I bore you?” He results to ask lastly, his speech stripped off his hurried speed and livelyhood, tone quieter.

You stop in your tracks, his stiff tail visible through your peripheral vision. Stepping closer, you reach out to him, palms cupping his soft cheeks on both sides. “I’m not doing this because I don’t want you anymore, Gojo. You'd be mistaken to think that”

You nearly whisper out, your words escaping your mouth like a soft breeze. God, that cat keeps tugging at your heartstrings.

“I wanted to get you a new friend to keep you company when I’m not around” You whisper into his chest, taking in his usual scent of melted sugar.

He grumbles a little, before you feel a long fluffy tail wrap around your waist, bringing you closer into him. “He said he’d take you away from me” He rests his chin atop your head, his heartbeat seeming to slow at your touch.

Gojo doesn’t waste the chance to send another dirty glare towards a scowling Geto, silently plotting to pull at his black tail in your sleep. That would serve him right.

Your heart squeezes, lips puckering in a sympathetic pout. Pulling back, you look up into Gojo’s eyes, only to see the pitiful soft look he’s giving you. Ouch. That soft hearted, sweet cat of yours.

You lift a hand, resting it on his white, fluffy ear, our thumb and index finger working in tandem to gently massage at the sweet spot you know of on his ear. It silently twitches in your hand once before he relaxes completely at just this simple touch of yours.

“You know id never replace you” You whisper, unable to voice your words properly when you have a big, tall man like him looking down at you with such adorable eyes – it crumbles all of your resolves.

He intends to hum in acknowledgment, but your touch on his sensitive ears kinda melted his brain a little. A soft purr rolls of his tongue instead. You giggle, his tail demanding you stand closer despite there being no more space left between you.

A loud thumping sound starts behind you. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“Come, lets go sit with him too before he hisses at me” you chuckle as you make your way back to the couch where Geto sits, with a reluctant Gojo in your tow – agreeing to this only because you’re there.

His tail gives him off every time. It’s adorable.

Sitting there between them and picking a new show to watch, you grow slightly annoyed by how they keep trying to pull you closer to their sides.

“Alright” you huff out a breath, getting up only to sit back down – horizontally; with you on Geto’s lap, and your head resting in Gojo’s lap.

“See, leech? She’s sitting on MY lap”

“She has her head in MY lap, you monkey”

“We're the same species, idiot”

Sighing, you lift your hands above your head. “Shhh” lazily, you curl your fingers under their chin, scratching gently at that soft area of skin – right there.

Smiling, you turn back to enjoy your show, both of them silent save for the small purring sounds they’re making – their body growing warmer underneath you

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Kisses and hot skin

Pairing: Snow leopard!Satoru x owner!reader

Summary: Gojo gets very adorable when struck with high fever

Tags: fluff, sickness, non-sexual nudity, fever, caretaker reader, sick gojo, silly gojo with delirious fever

wc: 1.7k

a/n: as promised, here’s part 2 to soft, fluffy ears! Im always down to feed your cravings hehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Part 1 << Masterlist >> Part 3

“You’re insanely hot.” You press your palm to Satoru’s forehead, gently pushing his white, soft hair out of the way.

“Thanks, but I’m into someone else” The words slip past his lips all easy, his eyes fluttering shut, a small shudder escaping him causing his soft, fluffy ears to twitch.

He’s burning up.

The thermometer beeps its high-pitched scream, confirming your earlier suspicion.

“Yeah? What’s she like?” You humour him, tone soft and quiet, careful not to overwhelm his already straining body and sensitive senses. You bend down to re-dip the tiny cloth back in icy water.

“She’s pretty” His tone is so light, slightly breathless – exhaustion kicking in. “Pretty on the inside too” he adds, sucking in a small, sharp breath when you replace your hand on his forehead with the cool, wet cloth. It stops him from melting momentarily.

The cloth turns room temperature quicker than it should have. That cant be good.

You keep humming along as you wet the towel again. The fever is making him act out of his mind.

“And she’s sweet. She even likes me” despite how in pain he looks, he still manages a small lopsided smile, his sharp teeth peeking out a little.

“Oh? Lucky you. What makes you think that?” you hold back the small snort threatening to bubble out of you at his bold assumption. letting the cold cloth cool his temperature for now, your hands moving down his chest, carefully unbuttoning his button down hugging his deliciously muscular frame. He moans out a soft sound, somewhere between pure exhaustion and the discomfort of his current overbearing temperature.

You can’t help but pout. Poor Satoru.

“She cuddles me to sleep” he replies, your hand slowly unbuttoning the last few buttons, focused on your task.

“Mhm” you keep humming, spurring him to continue whatever he’s blabbering about.

“And she lets me lay on her chest. Her chest is warm, it’s nice when my nose gets cold” that prompts a chuckle out of you, fingers gentle in the way you try to peel his button-down shirt off.

Satoru squirms a little, small whimpers and punched out breaths rolling of his tongue at you trying to lift his upper body up. The fever is making him sluggish.

“Does this hurt?” you press you hand under the nape of his neck, his feverish skin scalding your fingertips.

He shakes his head at that, protesting in the name of his pride. “…no” its small, his eyes finally opening to peer up at you nearly cradling him to your chest like a soft fluffy cat. This starts to feel a little familiar to his mushy brain.

“So, you don’t need a kiss, then” you shrug casually, a slight smile playing on your lips.

“No, no. it hurts. A lot. I was just confused” he abandons his ‘I like someone else’ speech, his mushy brain favouring you over the fictional version of you he was gushing about a minute ago.

You let out a small chuckle under your breath, your breath ghosting over his burning temple, burning into your lips as you kiss him there. “Let’s get you in the shower, you’re burning up” you coax softly, movements slow and gentle – careful not to make him do anything overbearing in his current hazy moment.

Slowly, you help him to the bathroom, holding his arm around your shoulder, lacing your fingers with his. Letting him lean against the glass sliding doors of your shower, you start unzipping his zipper, carefully slow.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair I’m the only one getting undressed here?” he voices, looking down at your hands, how your fingers move with excessive slowness to free him from his jeans. You steal a glance up at him, quickly looking back down, chuckling to yourself.

“I’m getting myself wet over here for you” you state the obvious, as some type of fair trade. The truth is you don’t even mind it. Clothes can always be washed, and you can always dry off and change afterwards.

What matters now is the snow leopard demihuman you have at hand and his burning body.

“You’ll watch me naked? How dirty” you chuckle at his attempt at being flirty and scandalous, happy he’s grown more comfortable around you since the day he got dropped off by your dad.

You don’t respond, refusing to throw him a bone to chew on and instead move to twist the knob, ice cold water pouring over you two while your other hand is still busy undressing him fully.

Satoru hisses as the unexpected coldness of it, both of his arms leaning onto the glass door behind you for support. “You’re evil”

Giggling, you hook your fingers in his waistband, knuckles slipping inside as you start freeing all clothes from him, letting the cold-water wash over every crevice of his feverish skin. He just stays there, taking it; for your sake more than for his.

Have this occurred a few weeks ago, when Satoru was a fairly new member in your home, he’d never allow you to see him in such a vulnerable situation. Not sick, exhausted, and especially not naked.

You don’t think he himself realises how close he has let you in, even more now that the fever has turned his brain into jelly.

Just a few weeks ago he was purposely trying to get on your nerves. You paid close attention to his body language, to the small tell-tale signs of distress and fear you’ve learned to pick up with him; like his twitchy ears and restless tail.

You could clearly tell he was trying to push you away in case you were th type to send him back to the shelter at the first sign of disobedience – his way of trying to protect himself before he got too attached.

You can’t blame him for any of this, and especially not when his first owner returned him when he grew too big to be their perfect little kitten.

Besides, he’s too adorable for you to get mad at, really. The way he’s trying not to shiver from the cold water just now is even more adorable. His ears are flat on his head, his head dropped low as he looks down at you, your hands resting gently on his hips, stabilizing him.

He doesn’t really need you holding him up when he’s leaning on the shower door, but he doesn’t mind it either. Its comforting, actually; the way you look at him like he’s everything and the only thing that matters to you right now, even when you yourself are shaking more than him.

Satoru’s body can handle lower temperatures than yours – the advantages of being a snow leopard demihuman. He makes a move to step closer, shielding you with his own body towering over you.

You stare at each other like that for a long moment, till the skin over his hips feels a little less scalding against your fingertips.

You didn’t have it in your heart to punish him for how he kept breaking your vases as a way of testing your patience and mercy. Having him get wet and cold right now surprisingly satiates that small craving to get revenge on him for it.

Water drops down your forehead from the tips of his hair, its color like wet snow under the showerhead. You feel a small shiver run down his body. In return, your fingers squeeze his hips a little tighter, smiling up at him. “That’s enough for today. Lets get you to bed” you tap your hand against his hips, leaning closer into him, your hand reaching closer.

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes flitting around your face, slightly confused and in anticipation of something. You give him a small, evil smile, hand twisting the knob behind him.

His cheeks seem to redden at the realisation. Clearing his throat, he blinks down at you, ears and tail soggy, just like his hair. “My bed or yours?” he asks, following after you as you pull gently at his hand, throwing a towel over him as you start patting down his body.

“Ours” His ears seem to stand up instantly at that, silently blinking down at you. “Oh, wow” he whispers under his breath, and you act like you didn’t hear it, a slight smile painting your lips as you usher him back towards your only room in your new place – now yours and Satoru’s shared room.

Pushing him gently down onto your bed with a towel under his head, your sit with your knees folded under you between his parted legs. You start dressing him back up in warmer clothes, hoping he’d sweat the sickness out of his system soon enough.

Satoru can’t help but admire your every movement, his eyes tracking you – eyes mostly pinned to your face and hands, however. You haven’t looked at him in any way other than the sweet glances you keep giving him since he woke up this morning with a fuzzy brain.

You didn’t even look down past his hips when you were pressed against him in the shower. You feel his body run hotter instantly, not sure if it’s the fevers doing or caused by the current blooming warmth in his cheeks.

“Can I stay here with you?” He breaks the silence, watching you guide his hips up for you to slip a pair of comfy sweatpants over his legs. He complies, eyelids growing heavier, the coughs returning, lifting his hips to help.

“You already do, silly” You chuckle, looking up at him, the waistband snapping softly around his hips – but not before you press a soft, slow kiss to his right hipbone, feeling him tense at the action before instantly melting into your bed.

See? How can you ever get mad at him out of everyone. Him and his fluffy ears and tail waiting to dry, leaving wet spots on your matrass you try to ignore as you lay beside him, feeling his overly warm body curl further into you.

Just like a warm, soft, clingy house cat.

Daizzzy ᝰ.ᐟ

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Soft, fluffy ears

Pairing: Snow leopard!Satoru x owner!reader

Summary: your dad bought you a snow leopard demihuman he mistook for a house cat to keep you company in your new apartment. You’re against owning any demihumans, but it would be cruler to send him back to the cruel shelter.

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, grumpy toru, demihuman, power imbalance that in the end balances itself out, owner and pet dynamic

wc: 1.8k (this was supposed to be like 500 max lol. i got carried away in flow state)

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Demihumans were often mistreated and abused, deemed ‘lesser’ beings than humans. Their shelters were mostly visited by families looking for something to keep their kids happy and busy, seen as ‘pets’.

The smaller ones like weasels and kittens are the popular choices, tiny enough to not take up much space. The ones who buy them for their entertainment are people with no knowledge on their actual needs.

They hold no care in the world for knowledge about how weasels require long, excessive periods of play, movements being their nature; or how not all cats are huge on cuddling either.

You were strongly against such barbaric action. You refuse to enslave some innocent soul, whether it be for human entertainment or under the guise of ‘saving them’. A gilded cage is still just a cage, after all.

So, when your dad came home with a burly snow leopard demihuman tailing behind him, you didn’t really know what to say or feel.

He had mistaken the snow leopard for a big white cat, saying ‘you need something to keep you company now that you moved out'.

Your dad steps inside, tossing the leash he was clutching in his hand on the floor towards you before heading inside. “That one was a tough case. You’ll need to break him down well, and keep him disciplined” he huffs out, breathless as he heads back out to his car, too tired after dragging the mistaken ‘big cat’ home.

You’re left alone with the wild looking ‘cat’, blinking up at him quite lost, unsure what to do now. You don’t want the responsibility of a demihuman, but you don’t want him to attack you either.

If you were in his place, you too would be eager at hurting those who hurt you back and escaping them. You don’t blame him for wanting freedom. You’re not exactly ecstatic to the idea of being torn to shreds either, however.  

That man is big. Big, burly and tall. Theres no way people actually thought him to be a house cat. He’s larger than a maine coon!

You step closer despite the glares and hissing he’s letting out, your body moving on its own as you seek him out.

“What do you think you’re doing, human?” He snarls, baring his teeth. Despite his big, threatening words, the shelter life seems to have broken down his confidence and resolves, pushing him to step away from you like a cornered animal.

Or perhaps it’s his previous owners’ doing.

“Hey i-“ You blink, shocked at the sight of a big guy like him seeing you as a possible threat. You halt, taking a step backwards. Maybe you’re moving too fast for him. “I don’t mean you any harm”

Your clarification falls onto him like mockery instead of reassurance. His leash is still thrown limp on the floor between you two. Technically, he could make a bolt to it and bolt out of the frontdoor, his legs impressivly strong and quick.

What renders him immobile is the promise of punishment were he to be caught again. Or God forbid: found by someone with less morality and mercy.

He stays there, his tall body standing by the door, not moving. The only exception being his tail frantically flicking against the wall and door where he stands in the corner.

“What’s your name? What should I call you?” You try softly, seeing the way he’s retreating away from you, reading his body language.

He hesitates to answer, hissing at you once again. The action rattles the metal heart-shaped nametag hanging from his collar with a name engraved in it. Satoru.

“That’s a pretty name” you didn’t think much before uttering out those words, them blending in with the air in the room – too light. “Satoru” you add, clearer this time.

One of his white, fluffy ears twitches at the name, tail stiffening in place. You catch the way it twitches once from the corner of your eyes. It pains you to see someone behave in this way, like there’s an invisible knife to his throat.

“Is it.. bad if I call you by that?” You start to question, confused on how to read the why behind his reaction.

No one has called him by his name before. All his previous owners used derogatory names to call him, referring to him with insults and mockery only.

He shakes himself out of his small trace, tail still frantically flicking the air around it, ears pulling back as he decides to step closer.

“Do whatever you please, master” he rasps out, eyes casted down on you, raking over you slowly, sizing you up before his bright blues settle on yours, sharp and studying. “I’m your pet by now anyway, you can call me by whatever”

He pushes past you, figuring if he’ll stay with you here from now on, then he better try and get comfortable. As much as there’s room for, which isn’t much from his previous experiences.

Flopping down onto your couch, he summons all the rage at humans in him into some sort of confidence; a protectant armour coating in the air around him, making him untouchable.

“Just so you know, I’m not an indoor cat. Not a cat to begin with” He practically growls out, disgusted at being mistaken for one. Stupid humans can’t even differentiate between two completely different species. Tsk.

You follow after him, slow and cautious, studying his change in behaviour.

His tail flicks against the couch, two sets of electric blue shooting lasers at you. “You’re a snow leopard, aren’t you?” That prompts a small scoff from him.

“Oh, so you do have some working braincells after all. I was starting to believe otherwise since you foolishly let my leash stay untouched and stepped closer to me” his slow blinks don’t fool you – he’s clearly not in control over this situation, no matter how hard he tries to feign composure.

You can count all the individual moments his ears flickered and moved since the moment he got dragged in by your father; how his tail won’t stay still or even sway in a normal way.

He can fool himself as much as he pleases, but he can’t fool you when his ears and tail are screaming ‘IM SCARED BUT REFUSE TO OPENLY SHOW IT.  PLEASE DON’T HURT ME’.

It tugs at your heart, aching knowing you’re the reason he feels this way. He regards you with suspicion, eyes dimming to slits at the way you’re looking at him all soft and sad.

“I’m not a pet either. Nor something for you to ‘save’ or ‘fix’” he spits out, eyes flickering over your face in frusturation. Lounging on your couch would’ve been a smart idea to look assertive and calm, if only not for the audible thumping of his tail repeatedly hitting the couch.

That doesn’t scream calm nor assertive.

He wishes he was standing right now. What if you were to make a sudden move?

It seems like you read his mind, slowing your steps as you approach him, letting him anticipate your every movement.

“No, you’re not” you breath out, watching the way his fluffy ears perk up in surprise. His tail stills in the aur for a moment.

You continue your advancing, stepping closer, till you stand in front of him. His ears look so soft it’s driving you mad with the stupid craving to touch them, to at least pet his white hair.

“What are you doing exactly?” He questions, nearly whispering as you stand there in front of him. He may be big and tall, stronger than you, physically capable of overpowering you – but right in this moment, he feels stuck with you standing over his burly figure.

You immediately catch on that, retreating back as fast as possible, forgetting all about how cautious and slow you planned to be with your footing.

Satoru’s ears straighten up, pin straight as his tail stands up in return. One thing snow leopards are known for is their inhuman speed and reaction time.

Less than a second goes by before Satoru is pouncing on you, pushing you to the carpet and pinning you under him, his nametag tinkling at the motion. A small gasp escapes you, eyes wide as his meet yours under him, his larger hands pressed on each side of your head.

He’s panting. His chest heaving and falling as rapidly as yours, his shoulders shaking lightly. That can’t be good.

“W-why did you have to move so fast…” Satoru tried to sound angry, assertive maybe. His words come out breathless, choked up at the end, nevertheless.

Your eyes flicker between his, back and forth – from one electric blue to the other, as if searching for an easy way out of this.

You lift a hand painfully slow, slowly reaching behind him. He stiffens at that, yet doesn’t do anything against it yet. Perhaps his adrenaline is pumping too much in his bloodstream it’s locking him in place, transforming him into a trembling mess.

You run your fingers gently down his spine, touch featherlight and calculated. It’s what you’ve seen your friend do to calm her cat once. You thought you better give it a try, despite what Satoru actually is.

The action sends ripples of sensation into his skin on his back, a delighted trill heard from him to your surprise. You both freeze, your hand stopping at his midback, blinking up at him.

He lets out low purr against his own wishes, a soft hue of pink dusting his face at the realisation of what you’re doing to him. “G-god…”

Satoru has never felt a touch that wasn’t meant for ‘disciplinary reasons’. Your touch is foreign, new and scary in its gentleness. It’s even scarier how it’s chipping at that untouchable air around him. you’re one scary girl.

You take it as a sign to continue what you’re doing, your fingers grazing over his back as you suddenly feel a fluffy softness snaking its way up your thigh.

It prompts a small nervous chuckle from you, eyes flickering down to where his tail seems to have wrapped around your leg, hugging your thigh snugly.

You look up to see the blush in his cheeks intensifying, his purring ongoing.

“Please… don’t stop” Satoru pleads, eyes fluttering shut, his ears resting on his head in a more relaxed state by now.

That big, intimidating, burly snow leopard can be more of a house cat than he thinks himself.

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satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.

his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all you—from the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.

he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.

everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to her—it goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.

at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anything—his latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.

all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.

"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"

"ah."

"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.

"ba.."

"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"

"ma!"

satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.

he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"

your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."

your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."

"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.

"pi. pi!"

satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."

"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.

his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.

from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe

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ʚᰔɞ he's a little afraid of u on ur period ! ⤷ gojo satoru x mean!fem!reader

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satoru chooses his battles wisely and carefully when you're on your period.

and by that, he means none of them.

ever.

because he's brave. but he's not that brave.

on a usual day, you're his sweet girl who pouts when he lets go of her hand for a millisecond. he's always felt like he won the world with you. you were his dream come true.

and for one week every month, he gets to pay the price for that dream.

he swears he isn't trying to be misogynistic. but when your cycle starts, sometimes he can't recognise you.

you glare at walls. you sob 'til the point of gagging and trembling because 'megumi's too adorable'. you put three thick blankets over yourself then complain it's too warm and force him to turn the temperature down to below freezing.

and if he dares suggest taking even one blanket off?

you growl.

he swears, he's heard you growl on past cycles. it sounded like something straight from the depths of hell, an otherworldly, beastly noise in an octave so low he didn't even think he could reach it.

he brought it up once after your period ended and you'd giggled and said— "hehe, what do you mean, i growled? weirdo." he didn't try again after that. perhaps he's terrified that he was correct.

from that day onwards, he'd made an agreement with himself; whatever you say on your period goes.

and he truly tries.

but the rules change every few minutes, which makes it damn near impossible.

“baaaaby, can i cuddle you?” he asks, trying to mask the caution in his request with that sweet, drawled-out satoru tone. it works sometimes on your cycle. when you were in a good mood. usually when you were eating. which you were, right now.

you look at him over your snack, then beam brightly and nod, opening your arms "c'mere!"

then two minutes later, you swallowed the last bite of said snack:

“get OFF, you’re too warm.”

“…right. sorry.”

then five minutes after that:

“why are you all the way over there? do you think i'm gross?”

he’s sweating trying to keep up.

so when you tell him you want an ice cream sandwich at midnight, he shoots up from his spot, eager to please, clutching his chest dramatically, "i will retrieve the goods, m'lady."

"don't ever say that to me again." you say coldly.

he clears his throat, rubbing his nape, "yup. my bad. sorry."

he returns home about ten minutes later, holding up a four-pack box of ice cream sandwiches like it's his proudest achievement, "ta-daaa!"

you stare at the box. then at him. then at the box.

now, satoru has been your boyfriend long enough and taken care of you during enough periods by now to know not to expect praise when you're in a bad mood.

but he'd anticipated at least you to take the box and thank him begrudgingly, then order him to rub your feet or something. which he'd do without a pipe.

so when you start crying, his soul briefly leaves his body.

he just stares at you with wide blue eyes while you weep into the pillow like he personally betrayed your bloodline.

“i-it’s the wrong one..!”

and the thing is — he knows he got the right one.

he remembers standing in the freezer aisle squinting at the options because he wanted to make sure he got exactly what you asked for. he even checked the photo you'd sent him twice.

so for a split second, he’s confused. "wait, nonono, look!" he pulls out his phone, opening your text messages, "see, you sent me this one!"

then you choke out: “you never listen to me…”

and his expression immediately softens.

oh.

it’s not about ice cream.

your cramps have been wrecking you for hours. you’ve barely slept. you snapped at the microwave earlier because it beeped too loud. your body hurts, your emotions hurt, everything feels awful and uncomfortable and wrong.

your body won't listen to you. nothing feels in your control.

and suddenly he feels terrible for even trying to prove you wrong.

“hey, hey, c’mere.” his voice drops instantly, gentle enough to melt through the tears and frustration and melancholy feeling that's eating you from the inside. he climbs onto the bed beside you and smooths your hair back carefully. “i’m so sorry, pretty girl. i must've misheard you.” he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

he absolutely did not mishear you.

but he’ll take the blame if it makes you stop crying.

"which one did you want, hm?"

you sniff miserably while he kisses the corner of your eye. you think for a few beats, clearly not having thought this far into the argument you'd planned in your head.

"...cookies and cream."

“okay. i’ll go back and get your cookies and cream, okay?" he murmurs. “you want me to put this one away or d’you still wanna eat it?”

“w-wanna eat it…” you hiccup.

“okay, baby.”

he unwraps it for you because your hands are tucked under the blanket, then places it carefully into your fingertips which are just barely sticking out, like it’s some sacred offering.

you take a tiny bite, still sniffling.

and poor satoru looks genuinely devastated watching you cry over melting strawberry ice cream at midnight. "i'm sorry." he says again, stroking your hair.

“i-it’s okay…” you mumble weakly.

he shakes his head immediately, kissing your forehead again.

“no, it’s not. my princess is crying. this is serious.”

you look up at him all puffy-eyed and guilty because somewhere deep down you know he didn’t actually do anything wrong.

but he never makes you feel bad for it.

instead he just wipes your tears with his thumb and goes:

“next time i’ll buy every flavour.” he says.

you contemplate the idea, then add croakily, "...but not mint."

he huffs at you in disbelief, "see, i'll do that and then you'll decide you want mint that day."

you giggle sleepily.

he pokes your nose, "i know your plans."

"go get my cookies and cream." you order, poking his outstretched legs with your foot under the blanket.

he sighs, defeated, and stands, "yes ma'am."

he's slipping his feet back into his slippers when you reach out and tug his sleeve, "baby, you don't have to." you mumble, "it's okay."

and satoru looks back at you like he's seen a ghost.

was that leniency?

from you?

on your period?

"we both know you didn't actually mishear me."

no. it's a trap. it must be.

"it's fiiine," he plays his nervousness off nonchalantly, pinching your cheek, "i'm a gentleman."

but you see right through him. you narrow your eyes. "right."

(a/n): maybe self indulgent bc my period's kicking my ass and i've cried over so many pointless things in the last three days that i genuinely think it's making me dehydrated

[mimujus]

morning sex with your boyfriend satoru (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

you wake to the weight of him already pressing into the mattress beside you, the heat of his body seeping through the thin sheet. the morning light filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the room, and satoru is propped on one elbow, watching you with those half-lidded eyes that make your stomach clench. he doesn't say anything for a long moment, just traces a lazy finger down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast, stopping to circle your nipple until it stiffens under his touch.

“morning,” your boyfriend murmurs, voice rough with sleep, and the word is a promise.

you shift, stretching into his hand, and he takes that as permission. the sheet falls away as he leans down, mouth replacing fingers, tongue flat against your nipple before he sucks it between his lips. a soft gasp escapes you, hand finding its way into his white hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. he hums against your skin, the vibration traveling straight to your cunt, and you feel yourself already starting to slick up.

his free hand slides down your stomach, over your hip, fingers dipping between your legs. he doesn't rush, doesn't push, just traces the line of your slit through the damp fabric of your underwear, collecting the wetness that's already beading there. “fuck, you're soaked,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you, that lazy grin spreading across his face. “been dreaming about me?”

you don't answer with words. you hook your leg over his hip, grinding your clothed cunt against his hand, and he takes the hint. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your thighs, and you lift your hips to help. he tosses them somewhere off the bed, not caring where they land, and then his hand is back, naked this time, two fingers sliding through your folds, collecting your wetness before he presses them inside.

the stretch is sweet, familiar, and you buck into his hand as he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur. he watches your face, that grin never quite leaving his lips, but his eyes are dark, hungry. “that's it,” he coaxes, pumping his fingers in and out, thumb pressing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “let me hear you.”

you're already breathless, hips moving in time with his hand, and when he adds a third finger, the pressure makes you gasp. he's not rushing, taking his time, working you open at a pace that's almost cruel. you can feel yourself clenching around his fingers, your body begging for more, and he knows it. he knows exactly what you need, and he's going to make you wait.

“satoru,” you whine, and the sound comes out broken, desperate.

“yeah?” he leans down, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “want my cock, don't you?”

“yes,” you gasp, and he pulls his fingers out slowly, deliberately, dragging them through your wetness one last time before he brings them to his own lips. he curls his tongue around them, tasting you, and the sight makes your cunt clench around nothing.

“god, you taste good,” he mutters, and then he's shifting, kneeling between your legs, his cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. he doesn't bother with his boxers, just pushes them down enough to free himself, and the first sight of him in the morning light makes your mouth water. he's thick, flushed, the head slick with pre-cum, and the way he strokes himself once, twice, before lining up with your entrance is almost too much.

he doesn't push in right away. he just rests the head against your soaked folds, sliding it through your wetness, teasing you both. your hips lift, trying to take him, but he holds still, that grin turning wolfish. “what's the hurry? we've got all morning.”

“i need you,” you say, and it's not an exaggeration. your whole body is aching for him, your cunt clenching on air, your nipples hard and sensitive against the cool air. you reach down, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, guiding him to where you need him most, and he finally gives in.

satoru pushes in slow, inch by inch, and the stretch is everything. your walls part around him, welcoming him, and the feeling of being filled so completely makes you moan. he doesn't stop until his hips are flush against yours, his balls pressing against your ass, and he stays there, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of him buried inside you.

“fuck, you're tight,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. “always so tight for me.”

you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, and that's all the encouragement he needs. he pulls out almost all the way, just the tip still inside, and then snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. the sound that escapes you is part moan, part scream, and he does it again, and again, building a rhythm that has the bed creaking beneath you.

the morning air fills with the sounds of your bodies meeting—wet, obscene, perfect. each thrust hits deep, the head of his cock pressing against that sensitive spot inside you, and you can feel your orgasm building already, coiling low in your belly. he's not holding back now, his pace quickening, his breath coming in ragged pants against your ear.

“look at me,” he commands, and you do, meeting those blue eyes that are almost black with lust. “i want to see your face when you come.”

his hand finds your clit, thumb pressing down in tight circles, and that's all it takes. the orgasm crashes over you, sudden and overwhelming, your back arching off the mattress, a cry tearing from your throat. your walls clench around him, milking his cock, and he groans, fucking you through it, not slowing down for a second.

“fuck, that's it,” he growls, and you can feel him thickening inside you, feel the twitch that means he's close. “gonna fill you up. gonna pump you so full.”

you're still trembling from the aftershocks when he buries himself one last time, hips stuttering, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he comes. you feel it—hot, wet, pouring into you, filling you in a way that makes your oversensitive cunt clench again. he rides it out, grinding against you, making sure every drop is buried deep.

when he finally stills, his weight settles on top of you, his cock still twitching inside you. he kisses your neck, your jaw, finally your mouth, and the kiss is lazy, spent, tasting of salt and morning breath.

“good morning,” he mumbles against your lips, and you laugh, the sound weak and breathless.

but he's not done. you feel him stirring inside you again, already half-hard, and he pulls back just enough to look at you with that familiar, wicked grin. “round two?”

before you can answer, he's moving, shifting his weight, rolling you onto your stomach. your knees find the mattress without prompting, your body already remembering this position from countless other mornings. he settles behind you, his chest pressing against your back, one hand bracing on the bed beside your head while the other guides his cock back to your slick, well-fucked cunt.

he pushes in with one smooth motion, and the angle is different, deeper, hitting a spot that makes your fingers curl into the sheets. he starts slow at first, drawing out each thrust, letting you feel every inch of him dragging along your walls. the wet sounds come back, mixed with your choked moans and his low curses.

“you take me so fucking well,” he grunts, one hand moving from the bed to grip your hip, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. “you love feeling my cock in you, don't you?”

“yes,” you gasp, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts.

he reaches around, hand sliding down your belly, fingers finding your clit again. you're already so sensitive from the first orgasm that the touch makes you gasp, but he doesn't relent, rubbing you in tight circles as he fucks into you. the pleasure is almost too much, bordering on pain, and it only makes you wetter.

his pace quickens, his breathing growing ragged. the headboard starts knocking against the wall with each thrust, and he doesn't care. you can't care, either—all that exists is the feeling of him inside you, his hand on your clit, his breath hot on your neck.

“gonna come again,” he says, his voice strained. “gonna come inside you and you're gonna take it all.”

“i will,” you manage, and the words are your undoing. his hips slam against yours, once, twice, and then he's shuddering behind you, a low moan torn from his throat as he spills into you again. the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, the heat of his cum filling you, tips you over the edge, your own orgasm washing through you in waves, your cunt milking him dry.

he collapses over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your spine. you're both panting, slick with sweat, the room smelling of sex and morning light.

after a long moment, he pulls out slow, and you feel the rush of his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs. he watches, his hand coming down to push some of it back inside, his fingers gentle but deliberate.

“stay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “let it soak in.”

you laugh, the sound soft and content, and roll onto your back to face him. he looks debauched, his hair a mess, his lips swollen, his chest flushed. he's beautiful in a way that makes your heart ache.

satoru grins, sliding back up to capture your mouth in a slow, deep kiss. his hand traces down your side, resting on your hip, thumb stroking the damp skin. “breakfast,” he says against your lips, “or another round?”

your legs are shaking, your cunt sore and full of his cum, and the thought of another round sends a shiver through you. but you can feel his cock against your thigh, already stirring again, and you know your answer before you speak.

“another round,” you whisper, pulling him down to you.

he laughs, the sound muffled against your mouth, and this time when he enters you, it's slow, gentle, a different kind of claiming. the morning stretches out before you, and neither of you is in any hurry to let it end.

[limitless-satoru]

Asking Satoru to chase(catch) you for a trend

warnings: suggestive

"It's simple," You set up your phone on a nearby log, "I start running and once you count to ten, you catch me."

"Don't you think that's a little unfair," Satoru looks down at you, and then looks at his own stature, "Baby, my legs alone are like two of you."

"I am not that short," You glared at him, "Besides, the point is for you to catch me."

"And what do I get if I catch you?" He smirked, grabbing you, and pulling you into his embrace.

You rolled your eyes, "The satisfaction of catching me."

"Well, I think I already did that," He ran his fingers over the sides of your abdomen.

Your body jerked, "Satoru!" You tensed, pushing his hands away.

He chuckled, "Alright, I'll play your little game. But I want a better reward."

"I'll think about it," You smiled, "Ready?" You pressed play on the camera.

"Yup," He smirked.

You took off running, unable to hold back your giggles and he hadn't even come after you yet. You counted in your head too, waiting to hear his footsteps behind you, except they never came.

Turning to look behind you for just a second, you noticed he wasn't there, and you didn't have a moment to react before you came crashing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, catching you before you fell.

"How did you," You looked up at the big smile on his face, "You warped didn't you?" You narrowed your eyes on him.

"You never said I couldn't, and now I've caught you," He pecked kisses all over your face.

"Satoruuu," You whined, "That's cheating."

"I wasn't given a rule book," He retorted.

"Can you do it right this time?" You looked up, fluttering your lashes at him.

"Fine, fine," He threw his hands up in surrender.

You went back to the starting point, resetting your camera, "No cheating this time," You reminded him.

"I know, I know," He slid his hands in his front pockets.

You pressed record once more, taking off in a sprint. The crunch of the leaves under your feet spurred you forward, each step feeling faster than the last. You counted in your head once more, anticipation and adrenaline building the closer you got to ten.

The moment you got to ten, his bustling footsteps could be heard above even your own. You turned around to see how close he was, but it was too late. You screamed as he threw his arm around your abdomen, scooping you up, and pulling you into his side. You wriggled in his hold, but he held you tight, there was no escape. Your hair fell as you dropped your head forward, trying to catch your breath.

"I told you it wasn't fair," Satoru laughed, placing you back on the ground, but not removing his arm from around you, "Now, where's my reward?"

"What would you like?" You asked, still breathless.

"Let me take you home and I'll show you," You squealed as he threw you over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt so he didn't drop you.

"Relax, baby. I've got you," He squeezed your ass, "You should let me chase you more often."

I think I want to write something with Satoru chasing us through the woods and in like a 'i catch you, i fuck you', kind of scenario. I also want him to wear a mask.

*Please do not repost, copy, or use any of my works to feed your AI*

[chromakopiadays]

aiku telling to not point fingers knowing hes gonna get slimed out next 😭

[tescobigb0y]

Uncle!Sukuna lowk accidentally neglecting his nephew (I couldn’t think of a better title)

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A/N: Sorry for not posting for a while!! Thought I’d do this short thing so you all don’t run away lolll hope it’s okay love u all

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[thelessikthebetter7]

Tiger!Kuna is definitely a sight to see. Most people wouldn’t assume he’s your boyfriend, rather some man that you should be afraid of.

To be fair, you were at first. He’s a big guy, and he doesn’t talk much, so his emotions are entirely impossible to read. But after some time, and a lot of reassurance, you saw through to Sukuna’s soft inner kitten.

But people don’t know that, so the amount of times Sukuna is mistaken as your kidnapper rather than your boyfriend is ridiculous.

Like when you begged him to take you to target so you could find a newly released book, and he refused to even give you a few feet of space. It was almost comical how he looked following you down the fluorescent book aisle, ignoring the other people shopping entirely. This wasn’t an unusual experience, nor did you mind. It only occurred to you that Sukuna’s clinginess could be mistaken as something else when an older women came up to you and tapped you on your shoulder:

“Hi honey, are you okay? Do you need help with anything?” She smiled as her eyes darted between you and Sukuna towering behind you, his ears twitching with agitation atop his head. She had that look that all women give each other when a man is harassing them; a look that says, do you need help? Are you safe?

“Oh, I’m fine. I just found what I needed,” you responded with a smile. But the woman took this as you not talking her ‘subtle’ hint, and leaned in closer to you.

“Do you know that man…behind you?” She whispered.

You looked over your shoulder at Sukuna who was still staring you down, and the looked back at the woman. “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend,” you smiled at her, “he’s just like that!”

But it’s not Sukuna’s fault!!! You just make him feel like no one else has, and he’s enamored with you because of that. He could blame his animal DNA for his overprotectiveness, but it’s simply more than that.

You could be near him, or even look a little extra pretty (which is all the time), and he’ll start purring as loud as a sports car. One little touch from you has his pink ears twitching and fluttering atop his head. His heart burns from merely being near you, because you make him feel an amount of love he never thought possible.

In other words: you are the fuel to his already blazing fire.

Without you, he’d probably fall apart. Not just in a romantic I-can’t-live-without-you way, but also because you are quite literally the glue holding him together. You run his warm baths, brush out his sensitive tail, and remind him to eat three meals a day; all without him asking. It’s become a natural routine for you, because taking care of him just makes you happy.

And Sukuna is…not used to that, to say the least. He’s used to people being friendly to him out of fear of in order to gain something. Like the men he occasionally meets in bars that buy him a few rounds just to ask if he’s interested in underground hybrid fighting rings. Or others who only want him for sex, because they fetishize him. But you’re not those people—you’re far, far from those people.

He only realized this when he saw that you were going out of your way to take care of him. The care you put into his specific diet, the pride you have in his abilities, the unmatched passion you have for the things he enjoys—it all went above and beyond anything anyone has ever done for him.

In return, he treats you as if you were a princess he has sworn his life to protect. You never have to walk alone or drive anywhere. You’re no longer even obligated to worry about money anymore because he’s already throwing his card at you. And he will always and forever be your number one protector. He will defend you when no one else will, and he’ll be proud of it. Because he’s proud of you.

So when you get concerned stares and hear hushed whispers from the people around you, it doesn’t even bother you. Because you’d have it no other way. No like Sukuna would let you, anyway.

Re-post from old acc

[lilithkleia]

baby!yuji thinks you’re too pretty for sukuna >_< !

visiting sukuna’s place sometimes entailed entertaining his tiny, beady eyed, absolutely adorable nephew yuji.

he had the same blush pink hair to match your boyfriend’s, the same eyes, and the same amount of spunk to match sukuna’s grumpy ass.

“hey pretty lady!!”

“hi yuji~” he practically squealed before lifting him up into the air and spinning him around.

he was giggling in your arms, burying his stupidly chubby cheeks into your shoulders before grabbing your face and tugging at it as if it were playdough.

“i swear you only come over for him.” you barely register sukuna’s voice, before he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly before shooting the smallest glare in yuji’s direction.

“i mean can you blame me? look at him he’s adorable!”

“he’s manipulative that’s what he is.” sukuna says, still glaring at yuji before slowly walking you over to the couch, right before you have yuji seated on your lap, giggling, his hands running through you hair with the fascination only a kid can posses.

“he’s a kid, kuna.”

“he has you fooled already, woman.” sukuna’s grumpy expression has yuji bursting into a fit of laughter in your lap, hiding in your arms the second sukuna scoffs in his direction.

soon enough, the tree of you are huddled on the couch, your eyes glued to the tv screen trying to follow the plot of shitty movie yuji decided to pick out for the three of you, unbeknownst to you, the two pink haired menaces were having a staring contest—every moment sukuna tried to wrap his arms around you, yuji would bite down on them like the little gremlin he was.

“watch it brat, you’re on thin ice.” he warned, only to have the pudgy toddler stick his little tongue out at him.

“both of you. QUIET.” you whisper-shouted, and that’s exactly what got the two of them to have their mouths shut. momentarily, of course.

but the moment you yelled—they couldn’t keep their eyes off of you. sukuna was absolutely enamoured, he loved you, and everything about you was absolutely far too good for someone like him. yuji on the other hand, believed with the entirely of his tiny heart, that you were a princess. you always wore flowy dresses, your hair accessorises to match, your hands were always soft, and your smile was only something princesses possessed.

“k..kuna she’s toof pretty for you.” yuji mumbled in your grasp—and that’s exactly had you hysterically giggling while sukuna was utterly baffled that his little brat of a nephew had the balls to say that.

“i’m gonna kick him out.”

“you’re not kicking out a child, kuna.” you say between breathy giggles, and for a moment, sukuna agrees. you are too pretty for him, but guess what? that’s exactly why he was never going to let you go. you’re so far from his universe, but you’re still here, holding his nephew in your arms, giggling on his couch, curled up by his side.

“issok y/n, if you leave uncle kuna, you’ll still love me, okay?” yuji says almost pouting at you, his puppy eyes almost teary while he juts his lip out.

“don’t worry, i’m never leaving, yuji.” you looked right at sukuna while saying it, your eyes soft, your smile almost dangerously softer. you didn’t say it like it was a stupid joke, you said it like it was a promise. that you’d always be here, stuck by his side.

and for a split second, sukuna’s grateful for the stupid brat and his antics. and even if he’d never admit it out loud, he wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world. and before you knew it, the three of you were cuddled up on the couch, dead asleep, with yuji snuggled up in your arms while while sukuna had you tucked in his.

you really were like a princess. yeah, and you really were too pretty for him. but oh well, you were stuck with him for the rest of your life.

anotha reupload huhu. i will work on long fics soon <3 ! @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

[romiiarts]

playful foxes ♡

[filmedlovee]

frat prez!yuta and his nerdy bsf ♥︎

frat prez!yuta that you met in 4th grade. from that point on, you two were joined by the HIP. teachers could never seperate the two of you. who told you that college would be any different?

frat prez!yuta who drags you to every single one of his frat parties. no matter how many times you complain about a chem project or a calculus exam coming up, you WILL be going as his plus one.

frat prez!yuta who’s willing to take a small break in case your overwhelmed by the booming music or the hot bodies of partygoers rubbing off on you. who cares if his frat brothers call him a simp?? it’s you after all.

frat prez!yuta who lets you sleep over in case tutor lessons go on for too long. he’s not gonna let you walk alone in the dark! what kind of person is he?? often times he’ll take the floor, unless you FINALLY convince the guy to let him sleep beside you on his bed.

frat prez!yuta who gets hit on by girls EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. i mean— who could really pass him up?! hes one of the most respectful, kind, and good-looking guys on campus?! who wouldn’t want a piece of him?? but everytime you see someone hitting on him or being.. too friendly, you can’t helo but feel that quiet stir in yourself. it cant be jealousy, right guys?? (were crazy🌚)

frat prez!yuta who FINALLY passes psychology thanks to your elite ball knowledge. he’s been CRYING over this class for the last semester and the least you could do is help him out.

frat prez!yuta who flirts with you, pressing small kisses on your neck or cheek, a hand on your thigh whilst driving, whispering sweet nothings into your ear like it’s natural. really— you can’t help but be flustered.

frat prez!yuta who can read you like a book. you can also do the same. i mean— seriously, you’ve known each other since childhood. this is expected!

frat prez!yuta who’s completely down bad for you, but thinks it’s just him being friendly. no way bro’s oblivious to his own feelings (he is.) HIS OWN FRAT BROTHERS SEE IT. every time they think yuta’s brought a woman, NO. it’s just you there for another study session or something. not a single woman yuta has been with has ever step foot into his frat outside of parties.

frat prez!yuta who begs his pretty little best friend (aka you to help with fundraisers for his frat. all the guys love you really— they think of you their older sis, it’s all sweet. but, yuta can’t help but feel a bit possessive when some of his frat buddies hit on you.

frat prez!yuta who turns as red as a tomato when you call him “yu-chan.” he can’t help it! but he’s got no idea why he’s doing this— you’ve been calling him that since middle school. what’s so different now?!

frat prez!yuta who’s completely down bad for his nerdy little best friend.

wow el’s debut as a fanfic writer……. guys this is so butt I’m so fucking sorry😭😭😭😭😭

creds to @ honeyluvsw for the dividers <3