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@satorunie
satorunie. '07 baby. student. black. a really bored girl.
writing short blurbs when i don't feel like writing full fics. up for any comments in the asks. requests are appreciated though they will be dealt with really slowly.
main: @kutiepiie
Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it
The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.
At first he thinks it’s funny.
You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.
But after the breakup?
You vanish.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.
He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.
Blocked.
“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”
Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.
Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.
The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.
So he broke up with you.
Clean and quick.
Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.
And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.
———-
The First Attempt
He tries texting.
It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.
He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”
But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.
Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”
Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”
“Means she’s not here.”
He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.
The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.
Flowers
A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.
Attached card: —SG <3
He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.
The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.
Still no message back.
The Letters
Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.
The first one is simple.
I know you blocked me. I deserve it.
Let me know if you wanna talk
-Satoru <3
No response.
The second one is longer.
I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.
Please unblock me xoxo
The third one is messy.
He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.
I keep looking for you around campus.
You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?
- Toru
Your Favorite Snacks
The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.
Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.
Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.
The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”
Meanwhile
Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.
But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.
The First Time He Sees You Again
It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.
For a second he thinks he imagined it.
But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.
The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.
It’s indifference.
You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.
“Hey—!”
You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.
Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”
“Yes.”
“…And?…will you please talk to me?”
You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”
Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.
Dividers by: @strangergraphics
You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.
And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.
You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.
You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.
"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.
"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.
"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"
"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."
Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.
You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.
"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."
"A normal shower, please."
"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.
Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.
"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."
down bad fratjo x his mean gf
summary: dumb texts that i wrote bc the pickleball msg did actually come to me in a dream warnings: fem!reader (names like mama, wife, etc.), sexual humor, mean gf behavior (but they love each other it’s okay she’s a tsundere), idk cursing?, maybe toxic behavior? they're both just weirdos tbh a/n: idk just enjoy this or don’t these r stupid anyway.. just wanted to put smth out there for yall to munch on
not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
satoru thinks your child is... not yours?
you always knew your husband was silly from time to time — but it was undeniable that he was actually the smartest human in the whole world. growing up in the gojo clan had sharpened both his mind & ego, and he thought he was prepared for anything.
except, when his firstborn baby arrived, joy overwhelmed his "keen" senses.
"...i might've cheated on you."
for a being who slaughtered the most vile curses with a lazy roll of his wrist, satoru gojo looked pretty unidentifiable. his aquatic eyes were huge and clouded with bone-crushing guilt, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the bundle in front of him, and then back at you.
the child was beautiful, this much was plain. but he was not your child. at least not recognizably.
there was no trace of the signature white hair or blue eyes whatsoever—nor did the boy seem to bear even a fleeting resemblance to your own visage. just a tiny, wrinkled little facade that belonged to absolutely nobody.
satoru looked physically sick. all the color drained from his face, gazing at you with a kind of horrified panic, long fingers clutching to the baby's blanket. “i-i swear to you, i don't recall any of it," he stammered, his voice wobbling with dread. "i-i love you beyond measure. it... it must have happened without my knowledge."
what a fucking cliché it is, but he looked for all the world like a frightened man awaiting execution, fully engrossed in his stupid delusion.
"baby, please, you have to believe me, i could never break our vows... y-you know me, i-i would never—"
and throughout his meltdown, you could only stare with your mouth hanging hallway open, body frozen with absolute shock and bewilderment. is he really that braindead?
"satoru," you eventually interrupted his rambling, voice pitched a tad too high with disbelief. "the child came out of me. how exactly could you have cheated to make that happen?”
an oppressive silence descended upon the hospital room, the gears slowly grinding back to life in his brain. his "brilliant intellect" that usually fed his ego greater than anything finally returned to earth as he blinked down at the boy; the sheer idiocy of the concept clocking into him.
a breathless laugh bubbled out of his throat, the immense self-loathing leaving his frame all at once as he buried the baby's face against his broad chest ever so gently, his eyes shining with relief and a heavy humiliation.
when he finally looked up, he was wearing a wet smile on his face, cheeks flushed and damp with the tears he’d been shedding over. lunatic. the curve of his pillowy lips trembled slightly as he offered a soft, sheepish grin, fully defenseless under your judging stare.
“fuck, i’m an idiot,” he murmured, the vibration of his chest making his son startle in his cradle as he leaned in to press a tender, apologetic kiss to baby's head. “right, yeah. biology. i guess i'm the one who should be asking what you were doing nine months ago."
the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.
at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.
but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.
satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.
you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.
“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.
he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.
“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.
“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.
“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.
“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.
“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”
“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.
little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…
fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.
it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.
“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.
“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.
when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.
at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?
“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.
“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”
“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.
“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!
you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.
“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”
you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.
“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.
there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.
“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.
“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.
satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”
you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”
“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.
you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”
“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”
“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”
“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”
“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”
“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.
“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”
“nooo…” your son shakes his head.
“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.
“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”
“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.
“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”
“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.
“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”
“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”
“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”
“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.
“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.
“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.
you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦
notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay
⋆˖ satoru finally gets a taste of his own medicine!? (˶˃⤙˂˶)ᶻ
you’ve always known satoru was charismatic. it’s just how he is – warm, easygoing, the kind of guy who smiles at everyone & makes them feel special without even trying. you’ve told yourself a thousand times that it doesn’t mean anything.
but right now, as you’re sitting at the corner table waiting for his shift to end… it’s starting to feel a little less harmless.
the girl at the counter wasn’t even trying to hide it. she’s leaning forward, eyes practically sparkling as she looks up at him with absolute heart eyes. every time he speaks, she lets out a high-pitched giggle that grates on your nerves just a little too much.
“… oh my god, this drink tastes so good! i’ve ordered it at other outlets before but it doesn’t taste as good as when you make it,” she gushes, batting her lashes at him in a way that makes your eye twitch slightly.
your boyfriend chuckles softly, his voice carrying that natural charm you knew all too well as he replies, “really? aahh that’s great… i’m so glad you like it.”
‘he’s just being nice’, you remind yourself. it’s part of his job description to provide good customer service after all. but the way she’s looking at him, like she thinks she actually has a chance with him makes your stomach twist with bitter jealousy.
and the worst part? satoru doesn’t even notice it.
you had gone to bed earlier than him, leaving your grumpy and cranky husband to tend for your daughter. even when he's tired, too (or just lazy).
he had been grumbling, exhaling heavily as he changes the baby girl's diaper. his nose crinkled, a disgusted look on his face as he mumbles, "you smell like shit." - in which she actually did.
silence took over - save from the occasional rustling from moving things around.
he had expected the baby to cry, wail, flail her arms and accidentally hit him (for the millionth time). anything, really. not...
"da..da..."
his hand freezes, his eyes widening at the little girl's voice, slowly turning back to face her just as he was about to grab the baby powder. "say that... again?" he mutters, looking down at the little one blabbering on the changing table, little fist on her mouth, feet kicking up in the air, with the same red eyes staring back up at him.
for a second, it frustrated him a bit that the baby ‐ or, his baby - took a little bit longer to repeat the two syllable word. just giggling and sputtering whatever she can.
then -- "d.. da..da..."
there it is. his eyes lit up. not the way it used to; full of intensity and menace to those who dared to challenge him. no.. this time, it's more... softer, warmer, happy.
finishing up her diaper change, he carefully and gently picks her up with rough hands, bringing her up to his eye level. "dada? seriously?" he mutters, a small smirk quirked up on the corners of his lips.
"da..da!"
a chuckle left him, his chest rumbling as he brings the little one to his chest. "yeah, dada."
maybe babysitting his minikuna isn't so bad after all.
a/n: kinda lazy and rushed. wrote this in the rain sighs
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 & nerdy/inexperienced reader making out for the first time (spoiler: he’s a goner) <3
the air is thick with it—wet, greedy kisses that sound like he’s trying to overwhelm you, even as his mouth keeps brushing yours like he’s afraid to let go.
sukuna kisses you while you’re on his lap like a starved man, lips moving with a kind of urgency that blurs the line between respect and pure want.
one hand stays firm at the back of your neck, his palm hot against you your skin. the other swallows your face, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that almost feels wrong on him. though his grip tightens as if he can’t help it—holding you there, trapping you in him.
you’ve kissed him before, sure—shy, hesitant things that barely brushed the surface since the time you’ve began dating.
he was your first boyfriend. your first kiss.
but you’d never done anything like this before.
sukuna won’t ever admit it, but you were too damn cute today—your oversized sweater, glossy lips, baggy jeans, and glasses slipping down your nose. of course he couldn’t hold back any longer.
his tongue slides against yours and you whine into his mouth, finally melting above him. your fingers twist in his shirt, he lets out a low sound against your mouth—something between a groan and a laugh.
your glasses press crookedly against his face, the cool frame digging into his cheek as he kisses you harder. he doesn’t even care. if anything, it only spurs him on. he growls a quiet curse against your lips, chasing you when you try to pull back to fix them. his hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as if to say don’t you dare.
i don't want a man if it isn't him...
୨୧ sukuna discovering your praise kink after you’ve cum by just him telling how perfect you are to him . . .
you’ve always melted when sukuna praises you.
it’s the little things- his deep, rumbling “good girl” when you bring him his favorite drink without him asking, or the way his sharp eyes soften as he mutters “you did well” after you handle something hard.
it makes your chest warm but also makes your thighs clench... your pussy throbbing with need everytime.
you never told him how deep it runs, how his approval alone can make you wet and stupid for him.
but tonight, with your stomach pressed flat into the mattress, his massive body caging you in, he finds out.
his thick cock is already buried to the hilt inside you, stretching your slick walls so wide you can barely breathe. one beefy arm snakes around your throat— not choking, just holding you, keeping you right where he wants you.
his hips snap forward in brutal, deep thrusts, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
you’re already dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath you. “fuck, look at you,” he growls against your temple, lips brushing your skin in messy, hot kisses. “taking my cock like such a good girl. so fuckin perfect for me.”
the praise hits you like a drug. your sopping pussy flutters hard around him, clamping down as heat explodes low in your belly. you cry out— a broken, high-pitched “ahhnn ryooo!”— and then you’re cumming all suddenly, gushing creamy slick all over his shaft while your body shakes under him.
he freezes mid thrust, buried balls-deep, feeling every pulse of your orgasm milking him. a dark, pleased chuckle rumbles from his chest.
“oh… that’s it, isn’t it?” he murmurs, voice low and filthy as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “my baby comes so fast when i tell her how good she is.”
you whimper, face burning, trying to hide in the pillow, but he doesn’t let you. he pulls his hips back slow, dragging his fat cock through your sensitive walls, then slams back in— hard.
you sob, toes curling. “yeah?” he coos, starting to pound you again, deeper, rougher, the arm around your neck tightening just enough to make you feel owned. “you like that? like when i tell you you’re doing so fucking well?”
“y-yeaah— fuck, yes—” you choke out, voice cracking as he hits that spot inside you over and over.
“my pretty girl loves taking this dick, hm? loves getting fucked stupid like the perfect little thing she is.” another thrust, another wet squelch as your pussy creams down his length again. your eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent scream.
“should i fuck you harder, baby?” he whispers against your ear, kissing the side of your head tenderly even as his hips snaps hard and his cock brutalize your cunt. “tell me. tell me you want it.”
“harder— please ryo please—” you beg, drooling into the sheets, completely gone.
he groans, pleased, and gives you exactly what you need- pounding into you like he wants to split you open, his heavy balls slapping your swollen clit with every thrust. his free hand slides under your hips, lifting just enough to change the angle, and you scream, another orgasm crashing through you so fast your vision whites out.
“that’s it, cum on my cock again,” he grunts, voice rough. “good fucking girl— so messy for me, so pretty when you come, baby. gonna fill this perfect pussy up, yeah? breed my good girl full of my cum.”
you’re babbling now, incoherent little “please-please-please” and “s’good.. love it—fuck me harder—” spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it, over and over, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re nothing but a trembling, soaked mess beneath him.
he finally lets go with a deep, guttural growl, cock throbbing as he pumps rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside you, flooding your insides until it leaks out around his shaft, mixing with your creamy release.
he stays buried, chest heaving, lips brushing soft kisses along your damp forehead and temple. you’re limp, mind blissfully blank, pussy still twitching around him in tiny aftershocks.
after a long moment, he pulls out slow, watching his cum drip from your puffy, gaping hole with a satisfied smirk. then he gathers you up gently- surprisingly gentle for someone who just fucked you dumb- and presses you against his broad chest, one big hand stroking your back.
“my perfect girl” he murmurs into your hair, voice low and warm. “did so well for me. always do.”
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18+ - gojo x reader -
mdni- sexually suggestive, mentions of trying to conceive, depression, not taking care of yourself, sweet angsty fluff
"It's embarrassing Satoru," you've been a wreck all week, so depressed when you'd found out you again were not pregnant, after so much trying for months and months, seeing another negative. Now your hair is a mess of knots, which he's carefully brushing out, sighing. "Don't look at it."
"It's fine baby," his blue eyes lower, big hands that bring you pleasure suddenly comforting, disentangling the mess you have, pulling out a comb. "We'll be okay."
"I'm so worried I won't give you one," you blink tears then, his hand slips around your waist, pressing comforting on a tummy you wish wasn't flat, the warmth seeping through, making your eyes flutter shut.
"We'll keep trying," he murmurs, pressing a kiss on your head. "After I get these sexy knots out."
"Sexy, huh?" You can't help but giggle a bit, he smirks in your reflection, his own hair falling a bit over his brow as you hand him the comb with a trembling hand.
"You're always sexy, even when you're wearing the same sweats for three days," your eyes flutter shut, tears falling. "We're not giving up, just getting started."
"I know, I'm sorry I got like this," you exhale all shaky then, feeling with every gentle tug some of you coming back.
"Why apologize? You're upset, but don't be so hard on yourself. A baby will come when it's meant to."
"But what if-"
"We'll figure it out," he cuts you off now, staring at your hopeless knots and frowning a bit, his heart breaking for you. He really wants a baby too, but you want one so bad, all you want in the world is to be a mom. "We have lots of options, and the tests all came back good. Maybe we need more practice."
"Yeah?" He nods, setting the comb down then.
"Maybe the baby won't come because they're scared of your rat's nest."
"Toru!"
"It's scaring me, what's in here," he pretends to shiver, you turn and shove at him, just earning his cute little grin, before you hug him tightly.
"You're making me feel better."
"Mhm," he hugs you tight in his arms. "I shouldn't have went out of town for work and left you."
"Toru no," he tugs you tighter, his own emotions getting him. "I'll be okay, I'm just... I need to give it time."
"Let's shower, it'll help the knots," you nod, and soon your husband has you under the spray, washing your hair with a thick lather, and your body finally relaxes.
"I love you," he hums a bit, kissing you with conditioner slathered in your hair.
"I love you," you turn and kiss him, his hands slipping down your breasts, making your nipples press up, drinking your sighs. "We just need... more practice."
"Yeah?" He grins, the pretty grin that melts your heart. Your hands slip up his chest, knowing he'll find you beautiful through anything has you as emotional as it does needy. "I missed you."
"You did?" You nod quickly, his hand cupping your face gently, thumb brushing circles, your hand trails down, with every drip of hot water and every caress, Satoru firmly restores all your hope.
"I'll show you how much."
"Fuck I'm lucky." You just giggle and kiss him, lower and lower, until his hands are tangling your hair instead of removing those knots, guiding every little kiss, lick and whisper of devotion as you look up at his pretty blue eyes, ready to try again and again.
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idk i was feeling emotional thinking how sweet toru would be in this situation :')
୨୧ —The steering wheel dug into your back as you rode on Nanami's cock like your life depended on it, but you couldn't care less.
“K-Kento -fuck- gonna be such a good little wife,” you sobbed, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as your head lolled back. The horn giving weak little beeps when you slam down too hard.
His fingers dug bruises into your thighs- thumbs spreading your puffy lips apart so he could watch his thick cock disappear into your sloppy cunt. The cramped driver's seat of his Mercedes forced your bodies impossibly close, windows long since steamed over, hiding you from the empty university parking lot beyond.
Should have waited until I got her to my apartment, Nanami thought, but then you clenched around him and rational thought evaporated. “Listen to this greedy hole,” he groaned, hair wrecked from your desperate pulling, slacks shoved just far enough down his thighs.
She's ruined me, his half lidded gaze watched your tits bounce inches from his face, Completely.
“Want your cum,” you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks as pleasure began to overwhelm you, “Breed me -nngh- fuck your baby into me right here make me -AAHN- make me yours, Kento, please please, please!” Your nails carved crescents into his shoulders, thighs trembling violently, “wanna drop out and just be yours.”
“You're graduating,” he growled, thrusting up so hard the whole car rocked… “Then I'm putting a ring on you and breeding this pretty pussy every goddamn night.”
He yanked you down by your hips, grinding the fat head of his cock against your cervix until you wailed, “YES! Ohh fuck, yes yes yes!”
You came with a scream you couldn't muffle, gushing around his cock, soaking his slacks and the leather beneath you. He followed with a guttural groan, pumping you so full that cum immediately began leaking out around his shaft, dripping down his balls and pooling on the seat.
He didn't stop.
By the time he finally stilled, you were a mess- mascara streaked, lips swollen, pussy stuffed and overflowing with him. Your limbs had gone boneless, draped over him like you’d never move again.
He kissed your forehead, lips lingering, “I meant that,” he murmured against your damp skin, “…The ring part.”
Your exhausted smile pressed into the curve of his throat, “i know.”
His arms tightened around you as campus lights flickered on outside, “And the baby part.”
mr. "don't talk to my wife like that" satoru.
the kitchen is loud in that soft, lived in way - rice steaming on the stove, a window cracked open to let in the late afternoon breeze, the low hum of the city outside.
you’re at the counter, sleeves rolled, trying to finish cutting vegetables before the timer goes off again.
behind you - absolute chaos.
“why do we have to clean our room now?” your son whines, dragging the words like they physically hurt him.
your daughter slumps dramatically over the table. “you said later, you're insufferable - always changing your mind.”
you close your eyes for half a second, breathe in, and turn around. “i said after homework. homework is done. rooms next.”
they groan in unison.
“ugh, you’re so unfair,” your son mutters, just loud enough to sting. “you don’t even know how boring it is.”
the words land deeper than they should - not because they’re cruel, but because you’re tired, because it’s been a long day. because you’ve been holding everything together with quiet patience and the unspoken understanding that is just a part of you.
before you can respond, the air behind you shifts.
satoru had been leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with that lazy, half-amused expression he wears when he’s pretending not to pay attention.
his blindfold is gone; his piercing blue eyes in full view, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. when he straightens, the room subtly reorients itself around him - like gravity remembered where it belongs.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ "h-hello...", you whisper, trying hard to control your quivering breathing, the sound of your voice echos through the bathroom stall as you wait for him to answer you.
"hey, sweetie...everything alright?", a shaky breathe escapes and you sniff in trying your best to control your voice. "are you crying? honey, where are you friends? are you all alone?". he's concerned now, worried about you meaning that you've failed being discrete. you close your eyes again, a silent tear dripping down your cheek.
"i just wanted someone to talk to...are you free?...right now?"
"of course. i'm always here for you. tell me what's going on". you breathe in and out a few times, sniffing before opening your mouth to speak.
"am i...am i a terrible person...", he remains quiet for a beat before hearing a grunt.
"who's feeding these ideas in your head sweetheart? of course you're not. who made you feel this way?". he's waits patiently for you to answer. "was it your friends?"
"i don't think i can call them my friends anymore...", you wipe some snot on your sleeve. you can feel your temperature rising as more tears cloud your vision.
"what have they done?", he asks trying to get you to talk to him, but you feel your throat tightening and more tears slipping past.
"it's just that...we got done eating...a-and i excused myself to go to the restroom...on the other side of the mall.. i-i asked i-if they wanted...to go with me and they said no...so i went alone", your sniffing as you retale the story to him. the moment playing right before your eyes. "i finished doing what...what i needed to do and went back.. only to find that they weren't there anymore...a-and when i tried calling them...they didn't pick up and so i went looking for them everywhere and when i went to check if the car was still there...it was as gone...they ditched me...they left me alone with noe reason and so i came back and locked myself in the bathroom and i've been crying for 15 minutes now" you wipe your tears with your now damp sleeve and let out a breathe.
there's shuffling on the other end of the line as you sit in silence. "what they did to you is absolutely unforgivable. and they dared to call themselves your friend, dared to make you think that you were the one in the wrong. there is nothing wrong that you've done to deserve this kind of treatment. i know it hurts sweetie but don't waste your tears on such idiotic people. I'm heading there right now and we can do whatever you want us to do sweetie. try to forget about them for now. don't hang up, we can continue talking until i get there, is that alright with you?"
"...yeah...i don't want to be alone right now", a small smile creeps it's way onto your face.
"okay...just know that i'll always be here for you...no matter how bad or good the situation is because i love you..."
"i love you too...", you whisper into the phone, your tears now drying up. "thank you..."
"you don't have to thank me...but I appreciate it darling", he blows a kiss through the phone earning an airy chuckle from you and he knows right then and there that he never wants this to end...
--》 NANAMI, SHIU, MEGUMI, SUGURU (JJK); AKAASHI, DAICHI, SUGAWARA (HQ); SHINICHIRO, MITSUYA, SMILEY, CHIFUYU (TR); GIYUU, TANJIRO, SABITO (KNY); ARMIN (AOT)
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˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ thinking about him, the man who doesn't verbally express his love. you'll never catch him whispering I love you. never see him running to with arms wide and ready to hug you. never see them stating how much he missed you. but you know he loves you, not from his words but from his actions.
it's the way he always gets you your favorite snack without asking when he goes to the store. the way he scolds you if you haven't drank enough water or eaten much during the day. the way he lets you stain his shirt with your tears as he awkwardly wraps his arms around you because he doesn't know how to calm you down and is panicking on the inside.
he switches drinks with you if you don't like yours. regardless of whether he really likes his own drink. he carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. he'll let you know how pissed he is the next morning but you know deep down he doesn't really mind.
he does all these things and more in private, only where you can see. you're friends are confused, claiming you can 'do better', but they'll never know what it's really like to be with him. to be loved by him.
sure he may never tell you how much he loves you, never express how much he's been missing you, but you know deep down he does and you wouldn't have it any other way.
--》 TOJI, SUKUNA, MEGUMI (JJK); KAGEYAMA, TSUKISHIMA (HQ); GIYUU, GENYA (KNY); EREN, LEVI (AOT); BAKUGO (BNHA); BAJI, KAZUTORA (TR)
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˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ thinking about heian era!sukuna who has your legs spread wide, both cocks deep inside of you, one of his hands toying with your clit as his loyal subjects bow down to him. the noises escaping your throat are loud and obscene. the squelching noises echo the room heating up your cheeks. not one of them dares to look up for they know the consequences. if they so much as take a peek, their head will be sliced clean off their body. you clench around him when this happens which he let's out a chuckle to
"don't worry about them, doll...you're doing so good for me...just act like they're not here. their presence does not matter..."
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