Going to be posting some of my stuff from Twitter/Instagram! I went crazy over Hades when it first released, and I always mean to go back to it at some point because I miss these characters.
cw/ tw. fem!reader, obsessive behavior (Gojo's just a man that's in love with his ex wife), jealousy, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. baby), their kid is an oc | wc. 600+
an. this has been in my wips for a minute T^T
Ex-husband!Gojo who thinks because he’s practically at your house all week, that he should just live there, but you always giggle whenever he brings it up, reminding him of boundaries and the fact that you're not married anymore.
The one time you relent is when he and your four-year-old daughter, Mio, wear matching pouts, pleading to let him spend the night.
“He’ll come back—”
“But mommy,” Mio's sticky little fingers curl into her light-blue tutu, cheeks ruddy and puffed out. “Daddy and I aren’t done with our tea party. Please, mommy!”
“Yeah, mommy, please.”
You hate how your cheeks grow warm at the pet name Gojo’s called you since your daughter was born. And you can’t help thinking he set your daughter up to this with the way the corner of his mouth twitches up into a subtle smirk.
Rolling your eyes, you tell them, okay, but don’t forget to leave out the part where he has to sleep on the couch.
Ex-husband!Gojo who crawls into your bed late that night with the excuse that your couch is too hard, though you know it’s just an excuse to cuddle because he’s humming into your slightly damp hair from your shower and falling asleep seconds later.
Ex-husband!Gojo who gets jealous when he finds out you have a date, and opens your front door before you can get there first to size up the guy you met at Mio's dance class: Eric, an investment banker and notably quiet.
After several seconds, Gojo decides that he's unimpressed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Gojo," you hiss, shoving him aside and apologizing to Eric who's nervously shifting on his feet in your entryway. "Sorry, he's my babysitter—"
"Husband—"
"Ex-husband."
Semantics, he thinks, and smirks at your date when you press a kiss against Gojo's chin out of habit before you leave.
Ex-husband!Gojo who can tell that your date didn't go well when you push through the front door. Alone.
He pauses the movie he was watching and opens his arms for you to crawl into after you toe off your shoes.
"Tell me about it," he whispers into your hair once you’re squished tight against his side. “How’d it go?”
Ex-husband!Gojo who cheers you up by letting you ride his cock right there on the living room couch, his eyes roving over every perfect inch of you and taking you in like it's the first time, and he doesn’t think that feeling will ever go away.
His fingers dig into your hips, easily guiding you up and down in his lap like you weigh nothing, making sure to grind you down so his tip bumps into that spot he knows makes your toes curl.
"That's it—fuck," he grunts when your tight little cunt squeezes around him and he leans forward to suck a kaleidoscope of marks across your chest. "You look so hot bouncing on my cock like that. You’re so fucking good."
"Toru," you moan, your fingers biting into his biceps. "More, please."
You don't have to beg him twice for Gojo to plant his feet onto the floor and hold your hips still so he can roughly thrust up into your wet-hot heat. Soft squeals fall between your kiss-bitten lips, and his stomach does somersaults knowing that he's the only one that gets to see you this way—that gets to hold, kiss, and love you this way.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He laughs breathily when you babble an incoherent reply back to him, reaching down to thumb at your messy clit. "It's okay. I'll fuck you whenever you want. You won't need to find anyone else, I promise."
time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 772 words | established relationship, implied rough sex, creampie, pussy eating, ushi is the cutest <3
wakatoshi is dedicated to his routines. he wakes up at the same time every day (even on weekends), goes for a run along the same route, takes a cold shower, drives to practice and home again. then he cooks himself a healthy meal and eats it while watching old games. sometimes he studies opposing teams, making notes of their weaknesses, the positioning of their blockers, the way their libero moves. and sometimes he watches them looking for his own mistakes and ways to fix them. he takes another shower, always lukewarm at night, and goes to bed at 10 pm at the latest.
his meticulous routine starts crumbling gently at first, like dust particles coming loose. when he wakes up early one weekend, just in time for his morning run, but your hands wrap around his wrist at the first movement. all sleepy and grumbly, eyes still closed shut but muttering a decisive “no.” he should be annoyed, but you look so cute sprawled out in his bed and so he thinks he can indulge you and sleep in just this once.
once turns into twice, and then it turns into every weekend. and wakatoshi decides to let go of this one habit, especially if he gets to hear a “you’re here,” as the corners of your lips pull into a lazy smile and your arms stretch around his neck. besides, he keeps active in other ways. it’s just one small crack in the great tall dam he’s built.
but then the water comes rushing out, and you are the flood. it feels like a disaster at first, overwhelming and unfamiliar. the feeling sits heavy in his stomach. but then he finds that he doesn’t mind sitting in the water. no, he wants to drown in it. he wants every part of you - all of you - forever.
and for the first time in his life, he needs you to want him in the very same way. and when he looks around the water is sinking into the soil, not a flood but the end of a drought.
and for the first time in his life, wakatoshi feels almost thirty years of emptiness all at once. or rather, he feels the absence of it. and he’s bursting at the seams with this overpowering need to tell you how your presence has shifted the very foundations of his life. but he’s never been good with words, so he loves you the only way he knows - quietly - and he lets you fill all the empty spaces in his life.
what were once silent dinners are now narrated by your voice and little stories about your coworkers, what you saw on the street, vivid descriptions of your lunch. no matter how insignificant, he listens to every word and remembers every detail. his heart squeezes every time you giggle at your own jokes, most of which he doesn’t even understand. but you explain, poking your finger at his nose. every time he takes your hand and presses his lips to the inside of your wrist until he can feel the blood rushing through your veins. a gesture so intimate and gentle and loving it makes you want to dissolve into a mist so fine you could seep into his pores.
wakatoshi fucks you with the same type of attention too. he feels every tiny detail. how soft your lips are against his skin, the way your flesh dips and molds under his bruising grip. nails digging into his scalp as he holds your thighs spread apart and laps at your leaking pussy. calloused fingers against soft flesh, claiming you. taking everything that you’ll give him. your sweet voice strained and needy. gasping at the sight of his cock, so long and thick and heavy on your tummy. pleading for him to be gentle, to go slow. moaning his name into his ear as he fills you so completely.
eyes dark with need as presses his body so close to yours that you can’t even tell where you end and he begins. hips rutting forcefully into yours, shaping your insides into his own form. and you know you won’t be walking tomorrow. but he can’t stop himself now, and you don’t want him to. not when you’re whining so desperately and your cunt is gushing around him. not when the squelching sound that fills the room every time he buries himself into you awakes something entirely base and primal within him. greedy. panting into your mouth as he cums inside you, sharing the very air that you breathe. and he knows that he has all of you. forever.
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cw: cockwarming. smut. no protection. afab. implied curly hair reader. cocky but loving kiyo <3
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“sit still.”
sakusa pulled the brush against your knotted hair—the hair you neglected to maintain this morning when you had awoken a bit too late. the alarms you set to prevent you from oversleeping did anything but, and now you were facing the consequences.
no matter how numb your scalp felt from years of rough brushing each morning before school, sakusa never failed to make your head tender as his hands yanked through the clusters of hair.
he wasn’t a big fan of detangling sprays, claiming they made his hair sticky. so, being completely submissive under the curly haired mans normal routine, his hands carded against your head with his favorite coconut conditioner.
yelping against his abusive pull, his hands settled on your hips in annoyance, a tsk being heard behind your ear as he held you still.
“i said,” his voice was low against your skin, breath hot from pure irritation in your lack of cooperation, “sit still.”
your neediness was evident as you clenched against his cock as he continued to brush against the soothing product, your breathing became heavy as you subconsciously spread your legs against his, allowing him to sit even deeper within you.
“f…fuck, kiyo.”
anger seeped through him as you laid your head back onto his shoulder, slightly wetting his shirt and ruining the perfect angle he spent so long working on. but, the look in your eyes tugged his heart ever so slightly—to no avail.
if anyone knew sakusa the most, it was you. he only hated one more thing more than his bleached teammate; and that was leaving things unfinished.
“fucking brat,” his hips slammed upwards against yours, pushing you back into the place you were at moments prior, “do you think i’m done?”
the friction forced a cry from your lips at the small amount of pleasure, yearning for more as you tightened around him with impatience.
“i promise to be good.”
“if you were good,” his hands found their way back into your hair with the brush, tugging and surfacing each area until completion, “you wouldn’t be here in the first place, now would you?”
though sakusa wasn’t as hard as he lead on, and the soft roll of his hips proved that. the brush abandoned as he massaged your scalp with his fingers, letting you softly forget about the harsh pulls.
a soft moan left your lips at the sensation, his new grip against you neck pulled you back gently as the other travelled down to your sensitive bud. twitching in satisfaction at his knowledgeable swirls, his fingers played with you perfectly as if he was an expert; a professional when it came to your body, because just as you knew sakusa best, he knew you as well.
the rude words he once spewed from behind being long abandoned within your mind as he did nothing but tend to you; please you. your walls tightening around his cock was his favorite way to make love to you, letting you release against him while he watched you become so vulnerable.
because vulnerability was something he took much pride in. something he never expected to receive, or to give someone else—but it wasn’t the case when he had met you—and now something he once feared, is something he treasures the most. whether it was your hair or your needs, he would be there.
his lips were softly planted agains the crook of your neck, lightly sucking just to watch the roll of your eyes, “i love you, kiyo.”
your words weren’t taken lightly, the sentimental thoughts already corrupting his mind making him grow desperate. as if you had unleashed a beast, the pushing of his thighs became more sloppy as you swallowed him so easily. the lewd noises were music to his ears as your groans accompanied them. his name broken into pieces rolling off your tongue as if you were chanting, and he grew hungry for more; hungry for more of you.
the bruising grip against your thighs returned once more as he became brutal. the deep and sensitive spots being hit beautifully, and involuntary noises began to leave him as you continued to squeeze against his length.
“i love you,” he breathed against your neck, his eyes peering down to capture any glimpse of his cock vanishing within your folds, “i love you so much.”
his hips continued to snap against your sweet spot as you released onto him, the immeasurable feeling of your orgasm was breathtaking as his nails were digging into you, marking his territory to your liking.
his vision went white as an animalistic growl left his lips when he peaked, the scent of you invading his nose fulfilling his needs completely. watching his neck collapse against your shoulder, you continued to tighten against his hard, milking him completely with each whine that left his lips from sensitivity.
he felt sweat trickle down the side of his face, and this was the one time he wasn’t necessarily against it. your hair leaving a wet spot against his shoulder but all in good nature, because he’d sacrifice anything to watch your legs shake against him while still nurtured inside you.
“you treat me so well,” he whispered, “i don’t deserve it.”
the small words of approval warmed your cheeks as he kissed softly against the dark bites he unknowingly left against your shoulder. his hands softly caressing your opened thighs and ignoring his seed dirtying the seat as it dripped from your legs.
“i’m sorry.”
he watched you with concern, the giggle leaving your lips reassuring him slightly, “what for, my love?”
without saying another word, you brought one of his hands to the back of your head. the movement against his shoulder when he fucked you had caused another knot, ruining his work from the very beginning.
“oh,” he chuckled slightly, kissing your temple softly before grabbing the brush once again, “stay still this time, or else a round two is due.”
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