satoru cave

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[satorusinfinityy]

gojo was never insecure about his appearance until after his fight with sukuna.

he stands in front of the bathroom mirror longer than usual—staring at the pink irregular lines across his face, arms, and neck. the stares he gets from others out in public judging him silently.

but all satoru could think about was you.

he was never much intimate with you anymore-barely wanting to look you in the eyes. his scars being a reminder of how strong his opponent truly was. you would caress his face—he’d flinch. the trauma and flashbacks not being able to leave him.

you had just got back from running errands. there gojo was on the couch relaxing. his legs kicked up and head thrown back with his eyes shut. the fluffy white locs on his head are messy but so beautiful. it was nice to see him like this.

“toru. im back. i got you some mochi while i was out.” you beamed.

he got up from the couch and headed towards you. a grin forming on his face as he hears the crinkling of the bags.

“thank you, baby” he murmured, but you could still hear the gloom in his voice.

your smile altered into a frown. you hated seeing him like this. “what’s wrong?”

no response from him-just a sluggish shrug.

“toru… talk to me. please.” you pleaded as your soft hands reached up to caress his face like you usually did. again, another flinch.

“i don’t like it”

“don’t like what?”

“my face, the scars, me. all of it.”

“baby-“

“i used to be such a confident person. my looks were something i could boast about without being ashamed. now i don’t even recognize myself anymore—i don’t even know what you think of me anymore. do you they’re ugly?”

you quickly but gently grabbed the sides of his face.

“no. never. not a chance.”

he didn’t say anything, just avoided your gaze.

“satoru. i understand how you’re feeling, and thank you for being vulnerable around me about this. i cannot change how you view yourself, but what i can tell you is that you’re still the same beautiful man i met.”

he slowly moved his cerulean eyes back to yours.

“and i’m not just talking about your looks. your personality and the way you care for others— that you put your own life on the line, is beautiful. do not let your scars define you. don’t let it make you feel like you’re any less perfect than what you’ve always been. because each and every inch of you is perfect. your scars are perfect, and are a reminder how you gave it your best and how much of a good fight you put up.”

you reached on your tip toes and gave him a small soft kiss on his pointed nose.

“your scars don’t bother me because they aren’t just what i see when i look at you. i need you to trust me on that. you are indeed still the hottest man ever and i still get butterflies when you even look at me.”

giving you a smug smirk, he mirrored your words back at you. “the hottest, huh?”

“asshole don’t ruin the moment.” you chuckled.

the both of you stared at each other for a moment before you eventually spoke again.

“I’m serious, though. i love you satoru. you’re not ugly. not on the inside or outside.”

he tilted his head down a bit to give you a kiss on the top of yours.

“i love you.”

you smiled.

“and i’ll always love you.”

*not proofread*

[erenlav]

rain softly tapped against the window while you were folded under a blanket on the couch, fast asleep. 

satoru walks in, drenched from the rain. he shrugged off his soaked jacket and kicked off his shoes. he sighed, walking into the living room,

“baby, im home.” he calls out softly.

silence.

he frowned, that was unusual.

“baby?” he calls out again.

silence again.

it was only 5pm. there was no way you’re sleeping, satoru thought, until he saw you.

laying there like a cat, your lips slightly parted, both hands under your head.

“god baby..” he murmured, unable to hold back the smile forming on his face. he crouched down beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

youu looked so soft, so peaceful. he couldnt remember the last time he has seen you like this. no cute pouty lips or furrowed brows. just you... he couldn’t help himself. 

his thumb traced your cheek just for a second before he leaned down, softly and carefully pressing a light kiss to your forehead. 

“so pretty..”

a/n: last post kinda crying ˶ˊᜊˋ˶ (pinned)

[cravemyhoney]

ghostface!toji x black!reader

IN WHICH your long term boyfriend toji fushiguro attempts to spruce up you two’s sex life by dressing up as ghostface and fucking you infront of you two’s body sized mirror.

the sound of toji’s long and fat dick meeting your channel and stroking in and out of it created a rhythmic melody. the wet and gushy sounds coming from your core and your moans could be heard from the next street over. a small cry fell out of your ajar mouth as you looked at you and toji in the full body mirror, his face was covered a black and white ghostface mask. the sight of it sitting on his face as he stared into the mirror at you unlocked something in you, and it made you even more aroused.

“hah—shit!—toji ‘s too much!” you whined as he securely placed his hands on your hips and began to plant himself deeper inside of your essence. “can’t take it, hm?” he groaned out, before speeding up his thrusts. “i-i can take it!” your sentence came out in a almost inaudible babble, toji smirked to himself at your incoherency, he then took his left calloused hand off of your hips and placed it on you neck. lightly but firmly gripping it. which made a whine fall from your lips. “thaatss my girl. taking so well,” toji brought his hand down from your neck, to your beautiful and perky brown right breast.

he began fondling and groping it, before focusing his attention to your nipple. pulling and swirling his fingers around it. tears began to pool your eyes as you felt immense pleasure wash over you. the feeling was starting overwhelming, and a knot was beginning to form in your stomach. “y’gonna cum hm?” toji leaned down and whispered in your ear. you mindlessly nodded. “cum.” he commanded. as you reached your peak, your pussy clenched around toji’s dick which made prematurely brought him to his orgasm, “fuck,” he groaned as he lightly tiled his head back and bucked his hips into you. stilling as he spilled all of his semen inside of your womb causing your insides to flutter.

this is something to hold yall over until “moore motel.” it’s very hard to write atm because it’s heavy, and i also have to be very vague.. i can only give away so much without everyone knowing what’s gonna happen! so im having to be tedious with writing that but its coming soon i promise! i had this ghostface idea and i decided who else would this be better do to with than fine ass toji!? this might not be that good cause i wrote it in 30 minutes.

[ryoride]

pornstar!toji only took his first shoot for the check. He didn't expect to be called for another shoot—thought it'd be a one-and-done. So he went all out during filming, fucking the poor amateur actress into a babbling mess who could only beg for more & claw at his back till the director finally called cut.

pornstar!toji was obviously called back for a new shoot, very soon after the first one was posted. His film had gone viral & the studio couldn't pass up the chance to keep him around and pump out films where Toji just fucked all the actresses the studio employed one after the other—as long as he brought in money, he'd be cast.

pornstar!toji soon became a fan favorite after just a few shoots. His muscular frame, sultry voice, and distinct style made him stick out in his films, where most of the women watching could easily place themselves in the spot of his costars, imagining they were the ones being drilled into like that.

pornstar!toji who was actually very decent to the actresses the moment the cameras were off, helping them stand and get to a chair while making sure they were okay—he was an ass, yeah. But not a monster. His job still called for the safety of his costars.

pornstar!toji who's efforts in being a good coworker paid off when, after only a few shoots, he started getting invited out with more and more of his costars—to bars, parties, restaurants, movie nights, and just time to relax and avoid prying eyes.

pornstar!toji saw you at pornstar!yuki's Halloween party, giggling with his coworkers while handing out drinks, and it felt like his throat closed up—how had he never noticed you at work before? Who were you? How could he talk to you before the night was over? Could he get your number?

pornstar!toji went to manager!shiu to ask just how he'd never been placed in a scene with you before, only to be told almost frantically by the drunk man that you weren't in the industry & that you were pornstar!yuki's best friend—and if he didn't want pornstar!yuki pissed, to drop it & not talk to you.

pornstar!toji who had decided against going for you, not wanting to make things awkward for Yuki, until you came sauntering over to the couch, flopping down next to him & handing him a beer, whispering how pornstar!yuki had said nothing but how she knew for sure he'd make it 'big' in the studio.

pornstar!toji sat on that couch with you for almost two hours, slowly sipping on his beer as the two of you loosened up around each other, teasingly flirting, touching his muscles, him fixing your hair, and making intense eye contact.

pornstar!toji almost forgot he was literally a pornstar when you whispered, "We should get out of here, yeah?" almost dropping his drink as his hands shook—not expecting you to take the lead like that.

pornstar!toji calmly followed after you when you pulled him through the crowded party & to your room, taking in the way you styled it as you locked your door—motioning for him to sit on the bed with you.

pornstar!toji who almost glitched when you pulled him into a kiss, tenderly pressing your lips over his scar as he climbed on top of you, eyes burning over your flushed form, pulling you up against the pillow before slamming his lips onto yours.

pornstar!toji slammed his hand firmly over your mouth once he started sinking his cock into you, and you had the gall to whine so loud at the stretch. "Quiet, pretty girl, don't want to get caught, yeah? Yuki might—fuck—ban me, and I'll lose access to this pretty pussy."

pornstar!toji thrusted feverishly into you, face buried & sucking on the skin of your throat as he swallowed down each groan whenever your syrupy walls fluttered around him—cock throbbing each time he felt your moans vibrate against his palm.

pornstar!toji whispered "i've gotcha'. Calm down." Each time your hips bucked up into his, kissing away each tear that threatened to spill when his tip pressed mean kisses to your cervix. "Ya' doing so good for me; don't tap out now."

pornstar!toji was throbbing when your sticky release soaked through to his thighs & your sheets, pulling his hand back so he could kiss your puffy lips while fucking you through the messy orgasm.

pornstar!toji almost collapsed on top of you as ropes of his cum shot out, deep into you, burying his face in your hair, swallowing his pathetic whines down as your walls spasmed around him, hands wrapping loosely around your waist as he shifted to lay down next to you.

pornstar!toji who hadn't had an orgasm like that in years—and who typically hated loud moans & whines—only wished he could have had you somewhere where you could've been as loud as you pleased.

pornstar!toji tucked you against his chest, quietly catching his breath as your skin pressed tight against yours, rubbing out the ache of your thighs while whispering how good you'd been for him—and ended up staying the night cuddled up in your bed, only leaving come morning, with his kiss still wet on your lips and the promise of doing this again.

pornstar!toji who manned up and quietly went to pornstar!yuki the next day at work—telling her everything that had happened & apologizing if it made things awkward between them, but he wanted to know if she'd be fine with taking you out on a date.

pornstar!yuki gave pornstar!toji the all clear once he swore he wasn't just trying to sleep with you.

pornstar!toji was surprisingly a great boyfriend. Making both you & pornstar!yuki gushed about how good he was to you whenever the chance arose—flustering him mad, even if he refused to admit it.

pornstar!toji who was extra gentle with you after a shoot day, whispering in your ear how, with you, it's always 'making love,' & with his costars? It's nothing but mindless fucking—and he'd much rather spend the rest of his life snug between your thighs.

pornstar!toji does not fuck like a man who'd finished a day-long shoot whenever he comes to you. He takes one look at you after getting to your apartment, and he's already twitching in his sweats.

pornstar!toji refuses to speak publicly on his relationship, only sharing that he's "happily in a relationship with his girlfriend." When his love life gets brought up—keeping you out of prying eyes lets the relationship fold more intimately as time passes.

pornstar!toji would forever be grateful that he took manager!shiu's offer for him to star in some shitty porn flick, and that pornstar!yuki helped set the two of you up—without them, he'd never have met the love of his life.

[dolcemisu]

gojo asks you to marry him … mid-sex ?!

the last position you’d expect a marriage proposal in was a mating press. gojo was balls deep inside, bullying your velvet walls with each stroke, but still somehow absolutely wrecked as he moved his hips.

“jesus christ, so tight, fuck,” he panted. his pupils were blown and his hair was mused. he twitched inside of you again at the sight of you underneath him. he thought you looked beautiful all fucked out all for him. he was giving all of himself to you, that was obvious enough. aside from the fact he was splitting you open with his cock, and his tip was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out, he also kissed you like you were his last breath. he still whispered to you in a soft voice about how you beautiful you looked underneath him. how you were his everything. those should have been signs, yes, but he has always been smitten with you… so smitten that the idiot couldn’t wait to get down on one knee.

“i think about it—shit—every day,” he murmured. your walls hugged him tightly and he let out a low groan. the pleasure building in your stomach made you squirm. you arched your back every time your bodies became one again, saying his name like a prayer. his comment almost flew over your head. he was fucking you so good you almost forgot to ask him what he was droning on about.

“huh..? think about what?”

satoru cursed under his breath as your fluttered around him once more. “about being with you... forever and ever,” he exhaled, somehow reaching even deeper than before. you gasped, the feeling of him nested so deeply inside your cunt throwing you off guard. the drag of his cock against your walls caused you to whimper his name. the broken cries spilling from your lips was enough for satoru to come right there and then. already burying you to the hilt, satoru let go: shooting thick ropes of come deep inside your cunt, his chest heaved as he caught his breath. you followed soon after, orgasm crashing over you. you whispered satoru’s name as you came down from your high. you closed your eyes and relaxed. satoru rolled over beside you and did the same.

after a beat, he finally dropped the bomb: “i just wanna marry you,” he said quietly. you froze, now very much alert.

“i was supposed to wait until i set up a dinner and did it properly, but i was just so dee—”

“satoru!”

“er…i just got lost in the moment… either way, that’s how i feel.” he turned his head to face you, cerulean eyes now glossy. was he tearing up? you reached over and cupped his face gently, face breaking into a grin.

“of course i’ll marry you, don’t cry.”

his jaw dropped at that. “i am not crying.”

“you were totally going to,” you teased, “what? did you think i’d say no?”

satoru went quiet. his eyes darted away from yours, causing your heart to sink. the silence was deafening. never in a million years would you ever say no to him. he was your world.

“hey,” you whispered. “look at me.”

he slowly lifted his eyes to meet your own and your heart shattered once more. under the pale moonlight, his sad eyes looked even more dull. his uncertainty was a heavy weight that you wanted to relieve him of. he was his most vulnerable right now. he trusted you, and only you to see like this. to have him like this.

you pressed your lips in a firm line. “satoru, it’s a yes. a yes every time, in every universe, in every lifetime. i’m yours forever.” and with that, satoru's eyes shone again like they always have. well, at least they did when he was looking at you.

[sumbarbietingz]

You knew it was a bad idea, you knew, hell, it was obvious that Toji's possessive ass would never let you walk out of the house in a bunny Bulma costume, yet you still pushed your luck and as your man pumps your cum clogged pussy for the fourth time on the couch, you begin to regret your life choices truly. Filthy wet sounds, pelvis slapping ass, and wrecked moans mix and ah- let’s not forget pleas and pathetic apologies.

“Please… b-baby… I- nggghhh… I’m so-”

“Shut up.” He simply responds. Breath ragged, sweat dripping down his face, and your thick plump ass in his hands as his hips piston yours in a punishing pace.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear you apologize- shiiit… take this dick and shut up.” A sharp roll of his hips proceeds to indeed make you stop talking and cry out instead. He looks at your appearance right now, your blue thighs are barely hanging on your legs, your costume ripped in half on the front door and your bunny ears somehow on the floor as well, the only thing that is ‘intact’ for now is your 20-inch turquoise wig. The moment he laid his eyes on this skimpy outfit with your titties almost all out and a black bodysuit hugging your figure tightly and especially these childbearing hips of yours, he saw red. This is why you didn’t want to tell him what the hell you wanted to wear until you had no choice but to leave? Well fuck that Halloween party.

“You really thought I would’ve let you walk out of that fucking door dressed like this? Mmh… you thought wrong mama.. You thought so fucking wrong..” The sentence is accompanied by impossibly hard thrusts as if the mere memory of what you’ve done is pissing him off even more, which you can feel in his pace and the tone of his voice. Your pussy is oozing with cum, a nasty yet highly arousing sight to see.

“The only thing you’re gonna come out with tonight is a baby in your stomach that I fucked into you.” He grunts once he feels your pussy clinging to him. Pathetic. “That’s what you wanted mama? You wanted me to breed you before leaving?”

No this isn’t true. This isn’t what you planned to do. Is it naive to think he wouldn’t fuck the audacity out of you for wearing this? Maybe. Did you think he would repeatedly ejaculate inside you? Probably. But leaving the house not only wrecked but also soon to be mom? That wasn’t on your bingo card. But you’re too fucked out, too engrossed in the way his thick cock keeps pounding your cum coated walls to even care. You nod eagerly, numbly, drunk to the pleasure he’s giving you, too blissfully unaware to realize you’ll regret not swallowing that damn Plan B once the morning sickness will hit you in a few weeks

“Yeeeeesss… oh god fuck… yes Toji… make me a mommyyyy… breed my fertile pussy…” You mewl in despair. Toji moan is so deep, so sexy that it nearly pushes you over the edge for the fifth time this evening. Your walls flutter wildly around his throbbing cock and with a last “Fuck… oh fuck.. fuuuuuck…!” He cums again, white gooey semen filling your already filled pussy, clenching tightly around his cock as your fifth orgasm hits you like a train. You cry out as your vision blurs, the force of your release leaving you a trembling mess on the couch. Somewhere in the house, your phone lightens up to reveal a new text message that will pile up on the notification box already spammed with your friends’ “Where the hell are y’all” and “Missed call from Stanky Booty🥰” not knowing that you guys just did the “How to make babies” tutorial, and you will probably redo it just for good measure.

Next Halloween you’ll just go as a trash bag.

Happy kinktober 💋🎃

[cyxnidx]

THE MONEY SHE BE FOLDIN' .ᐟ

WHAT'S THE GIG?... little bits and pieces of toji being in a relationship with a pretty lil' stripper.

featuring... toji x stripper!reader

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... THE MORNING by THE WEEKND. reader is black. shiu is a little annoying here. suggestive scenes[1]. mention of wine [not consumed, just mentioned].

luvrs note: thought of this on a whim, but I'm pretty proud of it.

girl, put in work.

toji, who didn't expect to find himself strung up over a stripper after his best friend's birthday.

"smitten over sweet nothing's, toji?" shiu asked, boredom written across his face as he watched toji space out for the nth time that day.

it's been a week since they'd left that strip club. a week since shiu's birthday celebration.

yet, it somehow seems like toji enjoyed the damn event more than the poor birthday boy, who only got a few pretty words from the pretty ladies before they walked off.

poor guy mentioned it being his birthday, and only got a dismissive "okay" in return.

toji turns his head, summer breeze crossing his cheeks. "shut up."

toji, who carelessly brought into the pretty dreams and pillow talk, regardless of his best friends' concern.

"thought you were outta money?" shiu asked.

toji glanced at him. "w'made you think that?"

shiu's eyes narrowed. "spent it all last time we were at the club. for my birthday. or d'you drink all your memory away?"

toji shakes his head. "another gig came up, that's all." "that paid enough money for you to go back to that expensive ass club?" shiu asks.

he nods like it's obvious. "wouldn't have gone any other way."

patient and tired, shiu only sighed. "don't get caught up in nothin' crazy. i ain't bailing you out of anything."

toji laughs. "some friend you are."

toji, who remembers the exact night he finally got you to leave that damned club and see him in broad daylight.

"...lest you scared of a lil' drama?"

seeing toji back in your club wasn't something that surprised you.

he and one of his friends - who you paid little to no mind - were here almost two weeks ago.

not that the timeline really mattered to you.

you're far more interested in whatever toji has up his sleeve.

your head tilted, pretty lashes batting up at toji. "what drama?"

he shrugs lazily, music booming and lights fading between one another. "from management... or whoever 'sposed to be above you."

"what, you think i'm gonna get in trouble if i'm seen out with you?" you muse.

"don't know. would you?" toji asks.

you take a sip of your drink - one he brought you, and swore he wouldn't touch - before rolling your eyes. "this a half-assed attempt at askin' me out?"

toji's head falls onto the heel of his palm. "is it workin'?"

looking him up and down, you smile slyly. deciding to give him the time of say, you say, "a lil' bit." "good to know."

toji, who only seemed to fall for you even more as he learned more and more about you.

"wine tastin'?" toji echoed, brow raised in suspicion.

you nod shamelessly. "ain't that what i just said?"

chatter of surrounding conversations surrounded the two of you - you sat outside of a humble cafe you liked.

toji was initially caught off guard by it; usually when someone mentions a cafe, it's almost always pink and white. bright and visually appealing to most.

this one, however, was littered in browns, whites and greens. vining plants and colorful flowers littered the building inside and out; hummingbirds and butterflies making cheeky appearances around guests.

when he looked at you, it matched your vibe, so he couldn't complain.

still, he rolls his eyes, appearing unimpressed. "didn't know bein' an alcoholic was a hobby." your eyes narrow. "excuse me?"

shrugging meaninglessly, his eyes drift off to the daunting sun above the two of you. "nothin'."

"don't hold your tongue now, hot-shot." you tell him, "it's a hobby, the same way killin' people's yours, ain't it?"

now, he's the one glaring. "what you just say?"

"didn't know bein' a murderer was a hobby, toji." you repeat, just barely leaning over the table.

despite your mouthiness, a wry smile stretches along his lips, scar following the movement as he says, "i guess we both learned somethin' new today."

settling into your chair, you offer a sarcastic smile. "ain't it nice, what learnin' will do?"

toji, who didn't see the big deal when he'd told shiu what you said.

"why the hell would you tell her you kill sorcerers?"

toji hummed, twirling chopsticks between his fingers casually. "'cause i felt like it."

shiu groans. "do you realize you aren't-" "i'm not supposed to tell the general public, yada-yada." toji mocks, "what's she gonna do? tell the police?"

"you'd better hope she doesn't." shiu says, "why the hell were you even out with her to begin with?"

"oh," toji says, focusing on eating his noodles before responding. "went back to the club a few days ago, made plans."

shiu narrows his eyes. "you have got to be shitting me."

"why would i do that?" toji replied sarcastically.

toji, who happens to listen more than he'd admit.

"good shift?" toji asks, watching as you shuffle out of your place of work in little slippers and a much more comfortable outfit.

you nod. "kinda boring tonight. just used the opportunity to practice, mostly."

by habit, you hand him your duffel bag - filled to the brim with hygiene products, outfits, heels, makeup, and hair products. he takes it without a word.

because of course the two of you fell into a cycle; him waking up just early enough to walk to your club. wait about five minutes for you to come out before walking with you to the bank and heading home.

a large purse sits on your arm as you walk down the street. like always, it's likely filled with stacks of cash - even if the night was boring.

he's gotten used to this schedule you've somehow got him involved with. your night routine often overlaps with his morning routine. his night routine overlaps with your morning routine. and still, he finds time to do shit like this.

"no bruising?" toji asks, eyeing you up and down. you walking a little wonky after a shift is something he got used to; almost rare to see you walk without a mild limp any day now.

you glance at him before smiling. "someone's worried." "answer the question." he groans groggily.

"no," you tell him. "no bruising. my old ones are a little sore, though."

"need anything?" is toji's next question. "aside from a bath and sleep?" you shake your head, weave flowing smoothly with the movement. "nah."

he nods, crossing the street by your side. "nobody gave you trouble?"

"aside from the same jealous bitch, no." you chuckle sleepily, resting a hand on his forearm as you rub your eye. "apparently she ended up cryin' 'cause i took her pole."

"thought you said you rotated?" he asks.

now, you perk up a little. head tilted slightly, you smirk at him. "so you have been listening?"

toji smacks his lips. "not anymore."

you laugh. "i'm joking!"

toji, who didn't understand why his best friend was so caught off-guard by the next conversation they'd have about pole dancing.

"that shit ain't easy, y'know."

shiu rolls his eyes. "what point are you tryin' to prove, toji?"

"not provin' a point." toji murmurs, "just saying."

shiu sighs, clapping a hand on his friends shoulder. "sound like she talkin' for you, man."

toji glances up. "what?"

"she's messin' up your head, toji." shiu sighs, looking at toji with mild disappointment. "i mean, c'mon. when have you ever stopped to consider how hard pole dancing was?"

ignoring him, toji continued to tap away on his phone. "new perspectives don't kill nobody."

shiu's quiet for a minute - just staring. waiting for a sly grin, or toji to sike him out, as weird as it may have been. he'd have an easier time settling with toji playing a sike-out game with him instead of watching him seemingly become brainwashed.

toji, who always felt a sense of accomplishment when you'd finish sets with him at the gym.

you drop the weights, ignoring the muted thud they make against the insulated floor.

chest heaving, you stare up at the ceiling. head throbbing, arms practically ready to melt off, and a new line of strength you didn't know you could cross.

you'd just finished a set of floor-presses 'til failure - true failure. when you were initially ready to call it a day, thinking you'd truly done it until failure, you were proven devastatingly wrong.

it only took a few 'encouraging' words and a sly smile from him for you to consider pushing.

and you did. until you met the true line of "failure".

toji's hands come into your line of sight, shielding your vision from the blinding overhead lights. you blink away surprise and sheer exhaustion.

your arms still felt heavy from the weights as you took his hand between both of yours, putting in minimal effort as he pulled you up from the chair.

stumbling slightly, you grab onto his forearm as you exhale heavily. "shit."

toji nodded, offering a smug smirk. "see? told ya you could do it." you roll your eyes, still catching your breath. "shut up."

toji, who always found a way to ask you some kind of question.

"how d'you do that with long ass nails?" he asks.

your heels click as the morning plays in a loop behind you. your place is otherwise quiet; save for the two of you talking, of course.

you blink at him, like it's obvious. "same way you make shit work even when you injured."

his gaze narrows. "don't get smart." you roll your eyes. "maybe don't be dumb."

"it was a genuine question." he insists.

sarcastically, you show him your hand and slowly wrap it around the base of the pole. stepping back demonstratively, you walk forward and pull yourself up, naturally falling into an air walk.

"like this, toji." you tell him, your free hand extended like you've done something magical.

toji scowls, mutters something about you being a smartass before tapping at something on his phone. he gnaws at his inner cheek, eyes scanning uselessly at the blue screen.

for the record, he doesn't remember the last sorcerer to make him struggle.

and still, he can't help but watch you from his peripheral.

toji, who'd finally told you about shiu's doubts.

"fuck 'em."

you'd said it easily. like the topic as a whole meant nothing.

which, it didn't. not to you, anyway.

shiu wasn't your best friend. nor was he the one laying naked in bed with you, after hours of sex you wouldn't soon forget.

"y'don't care?" toji asks, almost timid.

you glance over at him. "why would i? he don't sign my check, do he?" "alright, i get it." toji murmurs.

"i mean," you start. "you know it's real, don't you?" toji hums. "...yeah."

you glance at him again before fully turning to straddle him again, brow raised. "you don't sound sure, toji."

he can't help the dumb grin that crosses his face. "yeah, yeah. i'm sure."

leaning down to kiss him, you match his expression. "good."

toji, who expected nothing good from shiu after he broke the news to 'em.

"...what?"

toji nods. "you heard me."

"why?" shiu almost demands. "why i'm marryin' 'er, or why's she pregnant?" toji asks, a mild snarkiness behind it.

shiu forces himself to blink. "what're you gonna do about megumi-"

"he'll just have another sibling," toji says. "and a mama. win-win."

"do you not believe how insane that is?" shiu asks, pacing along the wooden bridge.

below them, sits a calm lake - ducks quack, dipping below the water to mess with their feathers before coming back up quickly.

toji watches them for a minute before shaking his head. "no, not really."

"she's a stripper!" shiu insists, "toji, you met her at a club months ago, man. she whispered sweet nothin's to you."

"yeah," toji nods along. "now she's bearin' my kid, with my last name."

shiu laughs - unimpressed. "you're insane."

toji shrugs. "maybe."

"toji, man," shiu runs a hand down his face. "why'd you call me here? hmm?"

"oh," toji hums. "wanted to ask you to be my best man."

toji, who didn't expect to be in a relationship with the same stripper who initially did nothing but string him along.

luvrs note p.2: i would def write a separate piece detailing toji and stripper!readers' pregnancy journey, or maybe the after results with lil megumi & his new baby sibling [probably a sister, knowing me]

[itadoriahh]

gojo lighting study bc im an addict and im always looking at gojo the way lois looks at that bottle of pills in that one family guy meme

[fruitsicake]

picnic with toji and pregnant! reader (´∀｀)♡

The grass stretched endlessly across the park, glowing gold under the late afternoon sun. A soft breeze carried the smell of flowers and fresh-cut grass.

you sat on a large cream-colored blanket beneath a tree, your pregnant belly visible beneath a loose white sundress. The fabric was soft and flowy, falling past your knees, little embroidered flowers decorating the hem. A light cardigan hung off your shoulders because Toji insisted you might get cold despite the weather being warm.

your hair was slightly messy from the wind.

Toji kept staring at you, not subtly either. just straight up staring.

his black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves hugging his arms. he wore dark gray cargo pants and sunglasses perched on top of his head. looking ridiculously handsome.

you caught him looking “why are you starting?”

toji blinked like the answer was obvious asf af as fuck “because you’re pretty”

you felt shy, maybe because you couldn’t believe your hot husband was saying it soo casually. you covered yourself showing off your pretty nails he paid for you to get them done.

“cute” he said with raspy voice, you could hear him smiling.

“oh my god” you smiled against your hands.

“you are.”

“stop”

“no”

you groaned dramatically while he laughed.

but then, the baby kicked. you froze, he also followed you cause you did, he always be matching your energy.

immediately your hands moved to your stomach.

toji’s green eyes widened

“wait.”

another kick came by. you gave him a surprise yet happy look, your eyes glowing sparkles.

his gaze softened. the expression was so rare it almost made your heart ache. this was the man who looked like he’d punch a bear for looking at him funny.

yet one little kick and suddenly he looked like he was witnessing a miracle.

“did you feel that?” he asked

you stared at him “… you’re touching my stomach.”

“yeah but did YOU feel it?”

you laughed, sweetening his ears.

the baby kicked once again, his big hand stayed there in place. then another, and another.

the baby seemed determined to get his dad’s attention.

“damn,” toji muttered, impressed. “this kid’s already got hands”

you giggled lowly.

for a while, neither of you guys talked. the wind moved through the trees, birds somewhere far away, the whole world just grew quieter as if it wanted to make this moment a perfect memory.

at some point you leaned into him without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder. his arm came around you instantly.

he looked down at you a little later and noticed you’d gone soft and sleepy, your hand still resting on your belly, fingers lightly holding into his shirt.

he reached up and brushed your hair back gently.

“you okay?” you mumbled

he stayed looking at you for a second the quietly, “yeah”

his thumb brushed your rosy cheek “got everything i need right here”

your pregnant hormones didn’t helped at all, you quickly began tearing up. “i love you” you said, already damn crying.

he frowned seeing your tears. “hey, that’s not a crying reason”

“it is today”

he laughed shaking his head, while wiping your tears with his thumb, complaining about how you are “too emotional” while still holding you closer.

the whole afternoon had turned into something better anyway, him, you, and the little life you guys are building together.

a/n: i’ve gotten inspired by tommy february and the cardigans so expect more cheesy fluff! :p

[erenlav]

bf!toji when you call him "pretty" for the first time

toji wasn't paying much attention at first, too focused on his phone. half listening, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, looking as uninterested as always.

then you said it.

"you're pretty." you say. admiring him from the side. his soft hair and hard face features. looking like he came out of a dream.

his thumb stopped moving. "...what?"

you blinked, biting back a smile. "i said you're pretty."

a laugh left him, not because it was funny but because nobody has ever called him that. ever. it sounded so foreign to him.

handsome? sure. hot? oh, all the time.

but pretty?

toji looked at you like you just spoke another language.

"you look confused, 'ji." you smile, moving to sit closer to him. you wrap your arms around his big hand and lean into him.

"it's a weird thing to call me."

"how come?" you ask.

"come on, baby. i look far from pretty. i look okay."

you scoff, feigning offence. you sit up and face him, brows furrowed. "how dare you say my boyfriend looks just "okay"?" you get on his lap, your palms on his cheeks.

he puts his phone completely away, focused on just you.

"okay? just okay??" you repeat.

he bites back a grin. "you know what i mean."

you cup his cheeks tighter, squishing them together. the sight almost makes you laugh. "look at you."

"i'm looking at you." he teases, arms circling around your waist.

you huff. "these eyes.." you look into his eyes. "so pretty, breathtaking even."

you run your fingers through his hair. "the hair. soft and pretty."

he rolls his eyes. "you're making things up."

"this face?" you lean in, your nose almost touching his. "the prettiest."

his ears redden, so does his cheeks. "are you done?"

"my pretty boy."

he groans, dropping his head back and then straightening up and kissing you.

"i fucking love you. god, baby." he mumbles against your lips. "so sweet to me."

"you deserve it." you smile against him.

"do i?"

"always."

[byakuyaa-kuchikii]

Beauty marks

Qifrey x fem reader

Summary: Qifrey kisses your beauty marks

A/N: reposting this one because it was my favorite Qifrey fic I wroteee

You’re taking a shared shower with Qifrey after a long day of training with the girls. You’re so tired you can barely stand but Qifrey is there to make sure you don’t fall with that tight grip he has on your waist.

“Don’t fall asleep on me my love. The shower is not the best place to get sleep,” he jokes.

You lean your back against his chest and tilt your head back on his shoulder, “Mhmmmm.”

He laughs before diving in and placing gentle kisses on your neck, shoulders and chest on your beauty marks. He gives each on such love and attention, you can’t help but melt more in his hold. Which nearly causes you to slip but he is quick to pull you against him.

“Careful,” he lightly warns before going back to kissing you.

“You know…” you trails off before finishing.

“Do go on.”

“Have you heard of the theory about beauty marks?”

“Don’t believe I have,” he continues kissing down your shoulder.

“It’s says that where your beauty marks are is the place that your lover from your past life kissed you the most.” You place your hands over his on your waist and look towards him. “Qifrey I believe we are lovers in every lifetime.”

Qifrey stops before placing another kiss on your shoulder, not moving for a second. He picks his head up so you two are finally looking at one another.

“I would not have it any other way. You will always be the one I choose.” He pulls you in closer so he can connect your lips in a soft and delicate kiss.

You smile into the kiss and hold tightly onto his hands to try and keep yourself in this moment for as long as you can.

Qifrey is the one to break the kiss but pulls back only a bit so your lips are barely touching. “Guess I have to kiss other places so we can see them in our next life.”

[pillsatoru]

A girl such as yourself — popular, confident, & a total party animal — should be with any boy other than your private tutor. Yet, you found yourself head over heels for satoru gojo, whom you had hired last second to help your astrophysics grade come back up after prioritizing parties and shopping sprees over it. 

You couldn’t help but admire him from time to time. tracing his side profile in your head before doodling it down in the margins of your notebook — the one he had personally bought for you after an accidental coffee spill that ruined your previous one. Not like you had any important notes listed on there to begin with. But that was when something sparked between the two of you, at least, on your end. 

& you definitely couldn’t help but let your feelings for him grow despite each other's social status. 

His white hair mirrored the snow that poured down on the December evening. You waited patiently in the library, silently stalking his figure as it made its way inside the building. Today would mark your last studying session, making your heart feel a tad bit heavy. 

A smile crept up to your face once the doors opened after a minute or so. Quickly patting down your skirt that was above your see through tights, the smile faded when you saw who he had entered with. 

Utahime, a classmate you knew was in your astrophysics class as well. She was majoring in something you knew you couldn’t even be able to understand. point being, she was highly intelligent just like satoru was. 

And they looked incredible together. 

Why has the pairing never clicked to you?

Earlier this week, you recalled jealousy rising in you when utahime interrupted your little rambling with satoru so she could ask for a pen. & it definitely wasn't the first time you've felt possessive over your tutor.satoru smiled at her, laughing at whatever she had said. What made matters worse was when his hand reached up to her raven black hair to pick out fallen snowflakes. 

You felt like throwing up.

Of course he liked her. Everything made sense now. Every small wave given to each other in the hallway, every time they’ve partnered up together in class for a project before you came along.

Why would he waste his time with a wannabe sorority girl who needed extra support for a class deemed easy for both him and utahime? why would he ever consider going out with you of all people. If you were to be in high school, you’d definitely poke fun at him. Hell, you still did before actually getting to know him. He only tolerated you because you paid him for his service at the end of the day. Right?

Your eyesight began to get blurry, forcing you to blink rapidly. satoru said goodbye to utahime, approaching where you sat. He adjusted his glasses that had gotten foggy, pulling out a chair.

“wearing a skirt in this weather?” he commented. “at least you actually put on tights this time. Getting smarter I see.” you stayed quiet, just nodding, flipping your textbook to the assigned page. Satoru's playful smirk flickered at the lack of response. “everything alright?” 

“Yeah. Can we just start?” 

you never just started studying. satoru would have to deal with your usual gossiping first, then watch as you showed pictures of all the new clothes you had gotten over the weekend. “Is everything okay..?” 

you wanted to yell that no, not everything was okay. That your feelings were eating you alive and that you just wanted to oh so desperately smash your lips onto his until he forgot every algebraic formula. 

“I just had a long day.” you simply said.

satoru stared intently, knowing that it was more than just a ‘long day.’ he reached over to close the book, moving you by your chin to look at him. if it were to be any other day, the butterflies in your stomach would be freaking out. but they were still. 

he had a thing for touching you in ways that were beyond ‘friendly.’ Now you wondered if what you thought were reserved actions for just you were also used on her. 

“doll,” his personal favorite nickname to use on you. “its definitely more than that. talk to me. you’re always there for me when im upset, let me be here for you too.” 

it was true that you’d tentatively listen to satoru whenever he had a bad test or when his astronomy club was acting up. It's the least you could do in return. 

“There's nothing wrong.” 

satoru sighed, feeling himself grow frustrated at your inability to confess to what was eating you up. 

your eyes accidentally scanned the room, landing on a familiar red bow. utahime was sat at the computers, posture perfectly straight, clicking away at the keyboard. The look on your face was enough to make satoru turn around. before you could stop him, he figured out immediately what was going on. 

his eyes widened in realization. “hey..” he quietly said, reaching for your hands only for you to pull away. you felt embarrassed, knowing what was about to come. rejection. 

never in your life were you afraid of being rejected by a guy. you could have anyone you wanted, really. all the frat boys shamelessly flirted with you at parties. but you didn’t want them. 

satoru was internally panicking. overtime, his crush on you has doubled in size. no, tripled. he was crazy over you. you were the only thing his few friends would hear about every day whether it be the cute outfit you wore or how you mistook astronomy with astrology. 

“Do you like her?” your voice trembled, making satoru’s heart crack. He immediately shook his head. “no, no god no. utahime?” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “hell no.” 

you didn’t want to believe it just yet. “but the way you walked in with her-“

“We've been friends since childhood. I swear she’s like a sister to me. besides, she’s with shoko right now, they’re going out.”

oh.

you felt embarrassed. 

After a moment of silence, he spoke again “.. did the thought of me going out with her bother you?” he asked, hopeful. His blue eyes stared into yours, somehow making you feel more vulnerable. The library was the last place you’d want to confess to him in, but it really was the place that started it all anyways. 

“Yeah, it did. A lot, actually.” 

satoru fought back an excited smile. “why?” 

“because.. I like you.” 

there it was. the confirmation of the reciprocated love. satoru looked around the place, checking that no one was staring into your direction before placing his lips on yours. 

He was a sloppy kisser, of course. The lack of experience really showed but neither of you cared. Your eyes widened, shutting as you let yourself melt into him. His chair had scooted next to you, allowing him to wrap his arms around your.

“I like you too. so much.” 

⋮

“Fuck, is this what youve been dying to do to me?” satoru slammed your body down onto his aching cock, loving the yelp that came out of your bruised lips. His teeth sank down your neck, savoring you as best as he could. Your hips were giving out with every thrust you gave, requiring his assistance to continue riding him. “Satoru..!” You couldn't even finish your sentence without cringing at the wet noises that were unfortunately coming from your needy cunt. 

His hands kneaded at your ass, forcing you to keep up with the pace he had set. His glasses were missing from his face, now being set on the side table of his bedroom. “Can’t believe you were jealous over me.. Now y’know how I feel every time I see one of those stupid frat guys approach you.” 

“You’re too deep!” You gasped, shutting your eyes close, feeling hot ropes of seed shooting into your womb. “I know,” Satoru hugged you close, fucking his cum back into you. “I know baby, but you can take it.” 

Your clit brushed against his white pubes, tickling you in a way. “Y-you were jealous too..” You managed to ask. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, your stomach knotting in warning. 

Satoru moved the two of you, going from having you ride him to putting you in a mating press. “Yeah, I was.” He had you seeing stars when his cock reached areas you deemed unreachable. Who would've guessed this geek knew how to give a great fuck? Must’ve been all the hentai he’s consumed over the years. He just recently began to imagine the pretty girls in slutty outfits as you, making it easier for him to jerk off late at night. 

The bed wouldn't stop creaking. And you wouldn't stop moaning. 

Satoru groaned, thrusting in meanly, entranced with the way your tits bounced. “Wanted to walk over and fuck- did you get tighter huh? I wanted to punch all of them.” He hunched over to kiss your lips, swallowing every sound. 

You had grown tighter, because all he needed to do was deliver another drag of his cock to have you coming all over it. Satoru sighed, pecking you lightly now. “You’re mine.” 

[kkunai]

[𝜗℘] :: a (not-so) relaxing day at the beach with dad!toji and little megumi’s shenanigans :: tags. wife!reader, fluff.

the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel beside yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoys the gentle breeze.

however, the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.

“‘gumi, don’t feed papa sand,” your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumi’s tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.

toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. “wait, brat—”

he scoffs before his hands wrap around megumi’s torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, “what’s this all ‘bout? wanna kill y’r daddy or sum?”

your son pouts and furrows his brows, “no, made papa food. burger,” he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length.

megumi’s tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his father’s lips again, “now papa eat!”

toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.

toji totally forgot to play along with megumi’s pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. children’s attention spans are short after all.

seems like his kid is an exception.

“i ain’t eatin’ shit, boy,” toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels.

you’re about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.

“this not poo poo!” megumi jabs a chubby finger at his father’s chest, his voice a bit louder. he’s taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which is now just a cluster of sand particles.

toji snorts and gently flicks megumi’s hand away, “yeah, it is. bet it tastes like ‘poo poo’ too.”

“no! not poo poo!” megumi’s voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips.

his little hands land on toji’s abs, physically punishing him for saying mean things about his hard handiwork.

your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son, “‘yes! yes ‘tis poo poo!’ keheh,” toji mocks megumi’s high voice, snorting as he laughs at his own joke.

the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up.

“can you two just get along for once now? we’re in public, so behave,” you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband.

he can be such a man-child when it comes to arguing with his son, “and you—you’re an adult, so act like one.”

the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than not listen to his mother.

in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.

neither does he dare to defy his wife’s demands.

“yeah, yeah. c’mere, son,” toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him.

megumi surprisingly doesn’t pull away and instead curls up in toji’s warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.

you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. “much better,” you hum in content.

your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and it’s the cutest little thing ever.

they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.

toji runs his callused fingers through megumi’s hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumi’s, toji’d draw his last breath without hesitation.

“he’s still a brat,” your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler.

megumi’s chubby cheek is smushed against toji’s chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.

toji scoffs, but can’t help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the child’s cheek with his knuckles before continuing, “but he’s my brat. ain’t that right, boy?”

megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his father’s words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as well— to receive toji’s attention and a glimpse of his affection.

“aww, how cute!” your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family.

toji’s soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumi’s chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.

you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.

you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumi’s cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves.

“kehehe, look at ‘em,” he chuckles.

the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist up—the same one that still had some sand stored from before—and lets the content fly all over toji’s face.

megumi giggles and scrambles off toji’s lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father who’s struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling.

he sticks his tongue out, “tha’s papa’s burger.”

you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.

toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kid’s surprise attack, “you little shit—”

well, there goes the peace again.

[fushihearts]

૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚

it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!

“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”

his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.

that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.

but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.

you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.

“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”

“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.

“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”

“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”

“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”

he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.

he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.

it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.

you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.

your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

so, you decide to take action yourself.

tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.

the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.

much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.

sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.

he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.

with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.

“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”

the nerve of him!

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༯ birthday sex with Gojo

Gojo Satoru didn’t believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.

The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriend’s white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.

The second time, it’s in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. You’re far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.

The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friend’s bathroom. You should’ve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.

“Satoru,” you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “Someone could hear.”

He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. “Then let them. Let them see how well you’re being treated on your special day.”

You can’t contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. “You’ve already-mm-treated me twice.”

“Not enough for me, baby. I won’t let you sleep until I’ve given you at least six orgasms today.”

You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.

The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.

The fifth and sixth orgasm happens during the same event, in a fancy restaurant. Apparently, Gojo had no awareness of his surroundings even in one of the most prestigious places possible. He apparently also thinks it’s funny to rub the sole of his shoe over your clothed pussy during dinner until you finish, hands gripping your cutlery in a desperate attempt to look composed. And then to top it all off, he fucks you again in his car, the passenger seat now, one hand firmly wrapped around your neck so you don’t accidentally turn your head and notice how everyone can see the two of you this time.

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ studying anatomy is hard, but lucky you, your boyfriend satoru is jacked

the textbook was a weapon, and it was currently winning.

you stared blankly at a diagram of a human torso, the labels blurring into a dizzying soup of latin words. your upper body anatomy quiz was tomorrow morning, and true to form, you were cramming the night before. you hadn't even been at it for an hour, but your brain was already completely fried.

"okay, wait," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "does the bicep sit higher than the tricep? or is the tricep on top? no that's… wait, where is the brachialis again?"

it was hopeless. you'd look at a muscle, repeat its name five times, look away, and immediately erase it from your memory. with a dramatic groan, you collapsed backward onto your bed, letting the heavy textbook rest precariously on your stomach. you were officially doomed.

the mattress dipped.

a flash of white hair entered your peripheral vision as satoru crawled onto the bed, shifting smoothly until he was hovering over you like a giant, ridiculously attractive cat.

"look at you, absolutely suffering," satoru teased, a sharp, playful grin tugging at his lips. "i can practically hear your brain short-circuiting from over here, babe."

you opened your eyes to glare at him, but the retort died in your throat. because, of course, satoru had decided to wear that shirt tonight. it was a long-sleeved, black compression top that clung to every single line of his frame, highlighting a ridiculously broad chest and sculpted shoulders.

he was just a criminally handsome guy who clearly spent way too much time at the gym. it was completely unfair how he could look that good just from lifting weights while you were drowning in textbooks.

"go away," you wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to push at his face. "you’re a distraction. a highly illegal distraction."

"me? a distraction?" satoru gasped in mock offense. he shifted his weight, dropping down to lie on his stomach next to you. he propped his chin up with his hands, a movement that caused the fabric of his shirt to tauten over the heavy definition of his upper back and shoulders.

your eyes tracked the movement. you blinked once. twice.

wait.

you looked from the textbook diagram of the deltoids and pectorals, then right back to satoru’s very real, very defined body. a sudden, brilliant spark of desperation ignited in your fried brain.

"toru," you said, your tone suddenly dead serious. "take your shirt off."

satoru froze, his smirk faltering into a look of genuine, rare bewilderment. his beautiful blue eyes blinked in confusion. "wh—now? i mean, i love the enthusiasm, babe, but i thought you were failing a class?"

"just do it. for science. for my gpa."

muttering something about how you were terrifying when stressed, satoru crossed his arms and pulled the compression shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. he sat cross-legged on the bed, presenting a perfect, shirtless canvas of lean muscle.

"alright, i'm naked—well, half-naked. what's the plan, professor?"

you didn’t answer. instead, you lunged off the bed, grabbed a neon green washable expo marker from your desk, and crawled back over to him with a manic look in your eye.

satoru eyed the marker warily. "uh, what is that for?"

"hold still," you commanded, uncapping the marker with your teeth.

you leaned in close, your left hand resting gently on his shoulder for balance while your right hand brought the marker to his skin. satoru tensed for a fraction of a second at the cool, damp touch of the felt tip, but quickly relaxed, watching you with an amused, fond expression as you began to draw.

"okay," you murmured, tracing a neat box right over his chest. "these are the pectoralis major. big chest muscles. easy." you wrote pec major in bold green letters right across his right pectoral.

"wow, using my body as a cheat sheet. i feel objectified. do it more," satoru chuckled, his chest vibrating under your hand.

"shh! i'm concentrating," you chided, moving your marker up to his shoulder. you traced the rounded muscle cap. "deltoid. anterior, lateral, posterior. it's like a shoulder pad." you carefully scribbled deltoid on his shoulder, giving it a little pat.

"and what about these?" satoru asked, flexing his arm slightly, a proud grin on his face.

you stared at his arm, the marker hovering. "ah! the age-old question. bicep is on the front, tricep is on the back. bicep pulls the arm in, tricep extends it." to cement it in your memory, you drew a giant arrow on his inner arm pointing up labeled bicep, and a matching one on the back labeled tricep.

for the next thirty minutes, satoru’s bedroom turned into a live-action, neon-green anatomy lab. you moved around him like a mad scientist, labeling his serratus anterior (the "rib muscles," as you initially called them), his trapezius, and even trying to map out his abs, though you kept getting distracted because his stomach kept twitching from being tickled by the marker.

"stop laughing, toru, i'm trying to find your external obliques!"

"i can't help it! your hands are cold and that marker is tickling the life out of me!" he gasped, squirming away from the green tip.

finally, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. satoru was covered from the waist up in bright green boxes, arrows, and messy anatomical terms. he looked absolutely ridiculous, completely contrasting his runway-model face.

satoru looked down at himself, then glanced in the vanity mirror across the room. he burst out laughing. "i look like a radioactive paint-by-numbers project."

"you look like an a-plus," you corrected proudly, capping the marker. "i actually remember them now. visual learning is a powerful tool."

satoru smiled, leaning forward and wrapping his green-labeled arms around your waist to pull you into his lap. "glad i could be of service to your education. but you know this stuff washes off, right? what are you going to do during the actual quiz tomorrow when you can't look at my chest?"

you hummed, resting your hands against his (now labeled) pectorals. "i'll just close my eyes and visualize my very hot, very heavily graffitied boyfriend."

"perfect," satoru beamed, kissing your forehead. "but if you get a hundred, you owe me a real date. one where you don't use me as school supplies."

[polaroidsex]

ᓚᘏ𑄝 in which you and your boyfriend are playing ‘kissing every mole on your body’ until satoru reaches the one on your pussy.

mention of eating cooch, nasty toru, slight body worshiping.

satoru traces his lips slowly along the curve of your shoulder, finding the small dark mole there and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “got one,” his breath is warm against your skin as the game continues in quiet soft playfulness.

“toru,” you giggle softly at first, fingers threading through his snowy hair while he moves lower, discovering another mole on your collarbone and lavishing it with the same tender attention, tongue flicking out lightly to taste you. “here too..” he breathes.

the room feels warm and intimate, filled only with the sound of your shared breathing and the occasional soft laugh as he hunts for each mark on your body with delighted focus.

he shifts downward, kissing a mole on the swell of your breast, then another near your ribcage, each press of his mouth growing slower and more intentional, blue eyes glancing up at you with that signature playful glint mixed with deepening hunger.

“mmh,” your body warms under his exploration, skin tingling wherever his lips land, until he reaches the soft plane of your stomach and finds one nestled just below your navel. satoru hums appreciatively, nuzzling there before continuing his journey, strong hands gently parting your thighs as he settles between them, the game leading him exactly where the next mole awaits.

his mouth brushes the delicate skin of your inner thigh first, finding a faint mole and kissing it sweetly, but his gaze drifts higher to the one placed so intimately on the soft fold of your pussy, right near the top where your clit begins to peek out.

you shiver as he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your most sensitive area, and he looks up at you with a soft, teasing smile. “found it,” he whispers, voice low and warm, before pressing his lips directly to that little mole, kissing it with the same care he gave the others yet lingering longer, tongue tracing lightly around it.

the sensation sends sparks through you as satoru kisses and licks with focused devotion, treating your pussy like the most precious part of the game, his mouth exploring every fold while paying special attention to that marked spot.

“baby— toru, fuck…” you moan quietly, hips twitching under his gentle hold as he sucks softly, blue eyes locked on yours from between your spread thighs.

he takes his time, turning the hunt you both made up into something deeply intimate and heated, tongue circling and flicking until pleasure builds in slow, rolling waves. satoru hums against you, the vibration adding to the intensity, his hands stroking your thighs soothingly as he brings you closer and closer with every dedicated kiss and lick centered around your mole.

a dream a girl has.. you guys sighhh