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#dessert - drabbles

#favorites! - all time faves!

i also put hashtag on author’s name 🫶🏼

swvness

your daughter’s first tooth fairy toru fairy visit 𝜗ৎ

“toru, you can’t be serious.”

it was times like these you questioned why you married satoru gojo.

the white-haired, tall man stood in your dimly lit living room, wearing cheap party city fairy wings (probably from mango’s halloween costume two years ago), a small tiara atop his fluffy hair, a tutu over his sweats, and to top it all off, a golden star-shaped wand.

“god help me…” you dragged a hand over your face.

“there’s nothing wrong with my costume.”

“everything is wrong with it.”

“maybe i’m just a good dad, one who actually cares about our daughters milestones enough to dress the part,” he huffed, straightening his tiara and giving your pajama a pointed once over.

“excuse me??” you laugh incredulously, “do you have something you want to say to me??”

“just said it, love.”

he was impossible. truly fucking impossible.

“whatever, explain what you're doing again.”

your little mango had just turned five last month, and now the milestones of the last years of toddlerhood were showing up. she’d lost her first tooth yesterday, and of course the dramatic father, satoru, made sure it was memorable.

secretsofchance

swear to god i teared up

#swvness #dessert

gojofever

papa-paparazzi! nsfw

┃you're a creep who keeps pictures of your crush, Satoru on your wall, but he's into it?

wait guys lowk mean!gojo in bed, wait freak!jo too

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You stare at your wall that had hundreds of pictures of the love of your life before you head out. Well, he doesn't know you exist but it's okay, you'll settle for the pictures you printed at Walgreens. He smiles back at you in one of the pictures, he was talking to some other bitch, but he'll know who he belongs to. someday. but not today.

You later sneak into his frat's house party, you knew you weren't going to be let in, so you took matters into your own hands and went through the backyard door. It's okay, nobody caught you.

You wore the sluttiest outfit you owned since you had to fit in with the other girls here, you're so uncomfortable but you'll do anything just to see your man.

And there he is.

#gojofever #dessert

aliienangel

　　　♯ HE'S A SECRET PERV?!　　..　 𝓼 . gσנσ

ѕυммαяу： ‎‎ ‎♡ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ it's your first sleepover with your boyfriend gσ‎נσ ѕαтσяυ. the nerves you experience keep you on your toes and while you'd expected to sleep with him tonight, what you weren't expecting was just how much he'd been holding back all this time... your boyfriend is a secret perv?!

cw‎‎ ‎ ‎‎⤷ 𖥻‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎. ‎‎˖ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ꒰ mdni ꒱ ‎‎‎‎. perv! gojo . smut . swearing . making out . grinding . dry humping . teasing . dirty talk . panty sniffing . panty sucking (?) . cunnilingus . fingering . squirting . gojo gets a nosebleed . piv . creampie . cum eating . ruining a couch . multiple positions . f!reader . s/her prns used . reader lowk gives shy but not really‎ ‎ ‎‎♯ ‎ ‎‎9.5k

To say Gojo’s apartment is intimidating would be an understatement. Not just in the sense that it’s large and expensive but also because it’s your first time sleeping over. The first full night… alone… with your boyfriend. You’re nervous, the relationship is on the fresher side, and you’re worried about how tonight will go.

If you had to describe the relationship, you’d say you’re still in that stage of trying to be a better version of yourself for the other. You haven’t even gone past second base together, just another thing you’re nervous about tonight. It’s probably showing, you’re lingering awkwardly at the entrance of his home.

He stops when he realises you have, turning back towards you, “What are you doing?” The overnight bag you’ve brought with you is draped over his left shoulder.

“Sorry,” you smile, “just lost in thought,” slipping your shoes from your feet and walking up to him. You try to take your bag, but he steps back.

#aliienangel #main course

tonycries

SODA POP! - G.S.

Synopsis. Five times Gojo Satoru - the hottest k-pop idol right now - gets exposed for wanting you, his pretty, totally-not-girlfriend best friend. And the one time he gives them headlines to talk about.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, idol!Gojo, k-pop idol au, 5 + 1 things, best-friends-to-Iovers, PINING, dispatch, fandom shenanigans, lie detector tests, variety shows, ISAC, he’s SO down bad, matíng presses, oraI (fem. rec.), spítting, chokíng, p sIapping, Gojo’s tongue píercing, PÚSSYDRÚNK Gojo, manhandIing, semi-public, he’s BIG, tummy buIges, D slipping, running from it, bIindfolds, talking you through it, first times (Gojo’s), creampíes, cúmplay, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.8k

A/N. Guess who’s back from the beach-each and watched Kpop Demon Hunters-

“And here we have the goddess, the myth, the-”

It would take quite the feat to leave Gojo Satoru - self-proclaimed king of idols (debatable), world-class chatterbox (not debatable) - of all people gaping soundlessly at his screen.

For a second. Two. Three- before he’s sputtering at the blur of incoming comments, “O-oi! Don’t you lil’ perverts think you can get away with flirting with my best friend.” Arms crossed, he nods seriously at his fanbase, “Even I don’t get away with flirting with my be-”

“Satoru, they’re about to cut the cameras.”

“A joke. Obviously.” Smooth. Ever-so-smooth, Gojo’s flashing a winning smile at his stern-faced manager behind the tripod.

It was hard enough to convince Yaga into letting you join his livestream, but as a near-veteran in the entertainment industry, Gojo knew how to handle a little slip-up like this. He’s got this- “Because I am definitely not in love with my best friend, and am definitely not held hostage to say this.”

“...”

#tbr

fukiouh

The Soulmate Sprint | gojo x reader | chapter 3

Two professional grifters. One Netflix reality show. Five million dollars on the line. And a fake-dating backstory entirely plagiarized from Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!. You and Gojo Satoru have been best friends running cons together for nine years without catching feelings. But surviving The Soulmate Sprint requires military-grade resolve, gaslighting the entire world, and surviving a literal dead-lock target on your backs. The hardest challenge won't be convincing the public you're in love, it'll be accepting the fact that the con kinda stopped being a con somewhere along the way.

pairing: gojo x reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ (mdni!!), afab!reader, smut, fluff, crack treated seriously, best friends to lovers, fake dating, reality tv au, idiots in love, con artist!gojo and con artist!reader, questionable morals (affectionate), they are delusional, slow burn (derogatory), maid-sama references, unreliable narrator, mutual pining, sexual tension but it only being unresolved feelings?, jealousy and possessiveness, sex on camera, semi-public sex, weaponized kissing, they are absolutely shameless, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, it’s super cringe, happy ending

additional tags to be added!

word count: 11k+

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You woke up from your kneecaps being cold. And when your kneecaps are cold, you know something's not right. And something was not right, because the duvet was nowhere to be fucking found. Almost every inch of it was on the other side of the bed, wrapped around a six-foot-three man who was currently snoring like crazy, headfirst into his pillow.

Week two and you were already mourning a good night's sleep. RIP healthy, cozy sleep, it was fun while it lasted. Now you understood why Satoru was never able to keep a girlfriend. You'd run the fuck off too if he snored chainsaw-style into your ear every single damn night. Which, I mean, he kind of did, every single night, and you were kind of scared to ask the producers for earplugs. Maybe you could play it like your boyfriend had suddenly developed some chronic snoring illness from being on a Netflix show, and that's why you hadn't packed them. Which wasn’t technically a lie, I know, crazy. Satoru never snored, usually, or as far as you remembered. Man must be getting old. What's next, going bald and playing Candy Crush competitively to complete the unclefication?

"Satoru," you rasped, to no avail. Just the gentle rotary-saw sounds, muffled into his drooled-up, moist pillow. So you kicked him. Not hard. Just enough to move him back to his half of the bed.

"I'm up, I'm up," he mumbled, immediately stealing the remaining two inches of fabric you had left, and you were about to kick him into next week.

By the time you dragged yourself into the bathroom you'd fully forgiven him for the duvet situation and fully un-forgiven him again in the time it took to find your toothbrush.

"Twenty-six," he mumbled to himself, sitting on the toilet, pissing. Because you trained him well.

"Good morning to you too. Also you stole the entire blanket. Again. I woke up and my left kneecap was fucking freezing! It’s literally purple, look!"

"Twenty-six fucking points? Out of a hundred." He said it like he was reading off a court verdict. "We are losing to Kashimo and Utahime. We lost to the clown Naoya and his — uh, doesn't matter— "

You propped your foot up on his knee anyway, right there mid-piss, shoving your leg into his eyeline so he'd have to actually look HOW purple your left kneecap actually was.

He glanced down at it for exactly half a second. "It looks fine? It's just a knee. Wear pants, instead of shorts, then?"

"Why should I wear pants when I'm supposed to be under a duvet, Satoru? Oh wait, I'm fucking not, because someone keeps stealing it. And it's your fault we only got a twenty-six, I told you — "

“MY fault? Now excuse me?!” he shouted after you as you went back to brushing your teeth in peace by the sink.

“Yes! Your fault!” you mumbled with a mouth full of foamed-up toothpaste.

"It is not my fault!" he hissed back, standing up, flushing, and aggressively washing his hands next to you. He grabbed his phone and shoved the glowing screen into your face. "Look at this! Look at what these uncultured swines are saying!"

#fukiouh #main course #favorites!

minayans

⋆｡˚⋆ ✵ ⋆ Slow and secret. ⋆ ✵ ˚｡⋆

Synopsis: Scar!jo's wife misses her husband's touch.

Pairing: Scar!jo x wife!reader.

Tags: [MDNI] Slow and intimate SMUT some fluff and angst sprinkled, voyarism, public sex, exhibitionism, breeding, p in v, reader is a horny little shit, praise kink ig, missionary, overstimulation (can people learn the diff between this and overwhelmed..?) cunnilingus.

From Shibuya and Shinjuku's ruins to the Italian coast is a long, dreadful and sorrowful journey you embarked on with your husband.

Freshly scarred and high from the adrenaline after the showdown, Satoru hadn't realised just who he was after defeating Sukuna.

He wasn't just the strongest anymore.

He was a survivor.

The winner.

But he came crashing down from the peak sooner than he expected.

One look in the mirror.

And he wasn't anyone.

Not your husband, and most definitely not Gojo Satoru anymore.

So for months, he hid.

The characteristic charming and confident man you married was nowhere to be seen the last three months. Buried in the rubble that consumes what Tokyo once was.

Satoru is still somewhat a ghost of himself—you watch him as he stays rooted at the shore, tall frame swallowed by his orange oversized sweatshirt to hide the dents in his canvas underneath that follow his skin until his mid thighs.

Just staring at the horizon of azure blue, a mirror of his own eyes.

Though you can't see his face, or read his thoughts from where you lay on the sunbed shaded behind the creamy, semi-see through curtains, you can tell his gaze is void—empty like it's been for some time now.

Or perhaps foggy with his everlasting fear. Paranoia of ever having to relieve what he did. Unfortunately for you, as much as you've tried to be a reassuring and wife, nothing has quite helped your husband with abolishing that mindset just yet—that he's on the battlefield.

You don't dare to say it out loud.

But you miss your husband.

Your Satoru.

So much.

Not how he looks.

Never that.

But the cheerful, loud and lively version of him. It pains you far too much to see him so far away despite being right next to you.

You press your face further into the plush white pillow beneath your cheek and try to find comfort in it—to no avail, you can only fall asleep on your husband's chest but he's refused physical contact ever since he came home.

It breaks your heart every time.

Because you love him either way—scarred or not—maybe now even more than before after he kept his promise of coming back to you.

He doesn't see it that way though. And he avoids you like it's better for you to stay away and not see the outcome of the events carved into him.

Says he's "not worthy for you anymore." or "unattractive." So you won't need to force intimacy onto him because he hates the feeling of your fingers brushing every dip of his skin that wasn't there before and that only serves as a reminder that he was still weak.

You wish he'd understand he's anything but weak.

In the distance he's still watching the waves, you begin to wonder if today, on the third day of your vacation—the one you forcefully dragged him on, far away from Japan so he'd have a change of scenery (a positive one)—he will finally get inside the water.

Tug off his cover-up, dip himself beyond his feet in the blue and lose himself in the ocean.

The answer lingers in the back of your mind like a pest, you're sure he's not ready yet, but there's a sliver of hope in your chest.

Which disappears and gets overtaken by vast disappointment once he turns around and makes his way to you. A few long strikes and he reaches where you're bundled up on the bed, hair messily sprawled out on the sheets, curtains half drawn to sheild you from the sun.

And he would usually cling onto you immediately. Throw a hand over your waist, press himself against your back and curl into you. Cuddle you until you both fell asleep in this nice weather.

Instead, now he takes the other end of the bed. Swinging his feet up after dusting the sand off and leaning against the headboard—quiet as a church mouse.

Sadness pools in your stomach, an uneasy feeling taking over your every fiber. You try to be strong knowing he has it so hard—but you can't help but feel undesirable at some point.

Swallowing the prickling feeling of wanting to cry, you try to keep your voice leveled—clear of any sentimental emotions—when you attempt small talk with him.

"How's the water, honey?"

He's quiet for a beat before mumbling "I didn't go in."

You hum, a sorry excuse of a smile on your face.

And you can't help it when the tears bubble quickly in you and you accidentally choke out a sob you were meant to push down.

Satoru’s head whips over to your sideways curled up figure on the bed when the sound reaches his ear.

You feel pathetic.

Making small talk with your husband.

Helpless, and feeling incredibly selfish.

For the first time in months, Satoru feels himself live in an emotional fully. Worry spreading through his whole body.

He pushes himself off his side of the bed and circles the bed till he reaches your side and crouches right where your face is hidden in the pillow and from where tiny whimpers are muffled.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You start sobbing at the sound of the nickname. He has no idea just how much it means to you to just hear him talk or look at you.

The tears spill past your waterline like a waterfall with no direction or limit, dampening your cheeks, soon turning your eyes raw from the dryness.

You hiccup into the pillow, muffle sobs that rip straight from your chest while your husband stays crouched next to the bed and rubs your back—unaware of the inner turmoil you actually fight everyday because of him.

Because he’s there.

Yet, he’s not.

And it stings.

“It’s okay, tell me why you’re crying.” His voice soothes in your ear, questioning softly with the underlying care in his words that he always had with you.

That has your heart clenching even more, your chest tightening at how the man you knew only shows up every once a never now.

You feel like a terrible wife for wanting him back.

“I miss you.” You frailly cry out, voice a pitch higher and shaky.

Though you can’t see him, you know he’s probably wearing that face of indescribable confusion. He’s there, so what are you talking about?

“I’m right here, sweetheart..?” He’s unsure as he points out the obvious.

You don’t miss a beat in replying. “No, I miss my husband.”

His mind slowly wraps around the idea he has about what your talking about and something shifts in him.

For the first time since he’s gotten back from the shore, you show your face again. Mascara smudged around the corners, hair messy, cheeks glossy and lips puffy.

“You don’t look at me anymore. You don’t let me touch you. We barely talk. You don’t let me help. We are married for fucks sake, Satoru.”

Your voice breaks as you spill your hearts content out through the tip of your tongue. Months of frustration and loneliness piercing right at the one man you love most in the world.

Satoru falls quiet with a frozen tongue and a paralysed mind. Internally, he feels the gears shift, his mind rewire as he understands you.

And he gets it.

Shit.

Where has he been these last months?

Back at the battlefield while his wife desperately tried to cling onto his consciousness and ground him like the tether she always was to him in his world of curses?

Uneasiness washes over him at the realisation that he can’t erase the past—the last months you’ve spent in solitude with an absent husband at home, constantly nurturing it without reward.

So all he can offer and pray you accept are apologies.

“Shit, babe, I’m so sorry.” His long fingers clasp around your hand against the pillow. Holding tight enough for you to feel your bones being squished against his.

“I’m so sorry.”

But you don’t need his apologies.

He has no need to apologise for. After all, you’re not the only one grieving him. He is too. The life he had, who he was, who the mirror showed him before the slashes.

It’s different though. He doesn’t love who he is now, while you still do.

He’s still your husband. You said “I do.” 4 years ago with the same confidence you’d say it today. Even after all of the hardships and even after all of the forgiving.

“Don’t apologise.” You mutter, shifting on the mattress and sitting upward—moving your weight to sit on your legs—and cup his cheek with your right hand to caress it.

Only now do you realise his eyes are glossy too, guilt swimming in them—regret. The kind that eats at your bones for mistakes you didn’t mean.

Quietly, you confess with the sound of the waves in the background supporting you.

“I’ll always be by your side, Satoru. But you need to let me in. I’m your wife.”

Your eyes follow the way his Adams apple bobs as he swallows your honest words. Their meaning sinking into his marked skin with permission this time.

He nods once—slow and sure—and the knot in your chest loosens. In the blink of an eye, he’s getting off his knees.

The matress dips where he sits down next to you, hand still in hand, his body fully turned to you while your legs—folded beneath you—still are angled straight ahead.

In a slow pace, he draws himself closer to you. The smell of his natural musk that always drove you crazy mixed with the ocean breeze in his milky white hair filling your senses.

His lips brush against you in the comforting way they always did before meeting.

And slowly, he whispers.

“You are so much more than my wife.”

You hum once, curtly.

“You’re my everything.”

And the man you thought you no longer recognised, kissed you like the man you know by heart.

The kiss is impossibly soft. Tender and warm. Electrifying all of your dormant atoms to life, cells buzzing under his touch.

It’s magical. An open door to the world you thought you were shut out of entirely—one with him and your love.

His lips move slowly against yours. Plush skin meeting plush skin in a desperate yet patient reunion.

You didn’t realise you missed it so much till now.

It hurts to part.

Satoru only pulls away for a second to look in your eyes.

Neither of you exchange words before diving back into each other’s essences.

His hands find your waist, your body turns to him completely—back pressing against the headboard as he holds you, your hands fitting on his broad shoulders.

Beneath the tips of your delicate fingers, you feel the dips and uneven surfaces under the thin layer of his sweatshirt.

The kiss deepens once he swipes his tongue under your lip and you grant him that quiet access like you always have under the sun or moon.

You’ve always been Satoru’s.

From the day you saw him on the other side of the train station.

Till now.

And you always will be his.

Your nails slightly dig into his flesh as he explores your mouth, one of his hands now on your chin—tilting your face up—so he can follow the same path he always did.

Tongues fighting, bodies heating up under the daylight, you feel the need to reduce the layers between your thin white cover-up dress and his sweatshirt.

Hesitantly, the pressure on his shoulders caused by your fingers lessens and your hands migrate to the collar of the orange material.

He’s still kissing you as you tug on the zipper.

Then he freezes.

Tongue retreating and lips separating from the heated kiss. Eyes locking together.

You see the fear and hesitation in his baby blues. A silent prayer for you to not see him.

“Satoru, I love you.” You croak out. Voice scratchy and hoarse. The remaining few drops of tears spill from the corners of your eyes.

“I love you so much you have no idea. And I have always loved you and I always will. Even when you change.”

Your husband’s heart shatters.

Loud, like glass breaking against the floor. Unmendable.

But he trusts you.

So he dries your face with the buds of his fingers. Kisses the corner of your damp eye, and pulls the zipper down himself—showing the tainted and raw outcome of his fight.

Pink scars, painfully painted stars in his history.

You see beyond them. See the chiseled body he worked for, the defined v-line that you go crazy for, his rock-hard abs. His determination.

The scars are mere decorations you wish he accepts someday.

“You’re beautiful, honey. Even more now.”

Satoru has doubled in mass since being in the prison realm.

There’s nothing unattractive about him.

Your mind momentarily flashes to the promises of him giving you a family after the fight if he made it.

Every time you think about it, nausea overtakes you.

That dangerous what if that haunted you for nights before the showdown.

What if he didn’t…

No, he’s home.

And that matters so much to you.

That he could come home missing half of his body and you’d still cherish him to death.

Because you know there were others without the gift or the fortune to see their loved ones faces ever again.

Your hands press against the hard surface of his pecks before peeling your back off the headboard and reaching up to kiss him.

You’re caged in between his arms that hold himself up against the headrest. He happily accepts the kiss, lighter than a few seconds ago.

He melts into you again. Your back presses against the cushioned board again as he hovers over you once more.

Hands dipping, your nails feel every dip of his abs. Your legs subconsciously closing as the heat in between them grows.

Satoru bites your bottom lip so he can slip inside your mouth this time, his confidence recovering little by little as he sees the effect he still has on you.

You rein back a whimper that almost escapes once he lowers his lower body onto you. Hard boner pressing against your thinly covered clit—slotting himself perfectly against her.

With the palms of your hands, you push the orange sweatshirt off Satoru and he pulls his hands back quickly to throw it off before latching them on your breasts.

Your mouths dance a ballad you’ve both practiced across different lives.

With no regard for even considering that people might walk by and catch what’s happening through the slightly agape curtains, you slowly plunge your hands inside your husband’s swim trunks.

He hisses against your mouth as your hands wrap around his shaft, sensitive from not being touched or touching himself at all these last months.

Every fiber in you is on fire. His lips leave yours and attach to your neck—peppering your skin with love bites that show you’re his as he works on kneading your tits.

You start pumping his girth at a rhythmic pace, swiping your index finger to collect the small amount of pre-cum oozing out of his tip to stroke him.

Satoru’s face lifts to see you spit on your hand while maintaining eye contact and he feels himself grow harder even when it’s not even possible anymore.

His hand messily pushes down his swim shorts and his cock springs up, hitting him in his lower belly where you immediately grab it and coat it in your spit.

He lets out a deep rumble from his chest that has you twitching around nothing. One large hand pushing your cover up just enough for your bikini-covered breasts to meet the light of day.

A finger hooks under the thin strap underneath them and he sets them free once he tugs the string over your tits.

Your stroking falters when he moves to your nipple, biting as a greeting and then sooting the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You’re dripping—soaking the expensive material of your bathing suit under your cover.

Satoru’s still working on your nipple when his hand pushes up your cover up and moves aside your panties. Long fingers pressing against your warm wetness.

He swears he could cum just for the fact that you’re this wet over him.

A thick, rough digit of his pokes at your entrance before slipping inside. You gasp at the stretch, not having had sex in a long time.

Satoru relishes in the small sound. He pumps the finger once, twice and on the third thrust he unexpectedly adds another finger.

Now, his middle and ring finger stretch you. Wedding ring pressing against your cunt whenever he bottoms his hand out.

His palm rubs against your clit in a way that has you twitching beneath him. Your body jerks at his tongue swirling around your nipple and his palm slapping your bud.

Small moans ring in his ear. With your hands still wrapped around him, he starts thrusting against the mattress, chasing that friction while your mind crashes.

He feels you tense up when your walls start to flutter around his fingers so he pulls them out before you can reach your release.

You feel him lower and latch his mouth onto your pussy before you can process it and whimper for the loss of his digits. Hands letting go of his length as he lowered himself.

Immediately, your hips buck when he flattens his tongue—trying to lap up and consume relish in every taste of his wife’s nectar that she’ll offer him.

You lose all control over the moans and whimpers that leave your mouth—too far gone to even think about others now when your husband eats you up so messily.

Your juices mixed with his saliva soak into the white mattress, staining it, yet the two of you couldn’t care less.

Satoru laps up like a starved man. As he is. His tongue slips past your ring of resistance at times, teasing. Testing to see if you’re ready.

Your nails cling at his back, scratching new redness that he doesn’t mind—not in the way he does with his scars.

His hands are now under your plush ass, angling you upwards and holding you in place as he devours you with the reverence and need he has always had with you.

Your orgasm approaches quickly once he reignites it. Satoru holds the need to smirk against you once he feels your clit twitch and your sweet cunt start to flutter all alone.

He looks up with your bud in between his lips to see the heavenly sight of you propped on your elbows, tits out and glistening, your head thrown back.

His rutting against the bed stops.

You come undone on his tone aggressively. It hits you all at once, shivers overtaking you as your mind falls into pure euphoria.

Satoru doesn’t let a single drop spill.

Not giving you much time to recover, too eager to melt his body with yours, and with you all over his face, your husband climbs over your body again and captures your lips in a kiss.

Tasting yourself on his glistening lips, you shudder and whimper from how sensitive you are once you feel him rub his tip against your entrance.

“ ‘toruuu.” You whine, tears brimming your eyes.

A mock pity pout spawns on his face. His head lolls to the side as he watches your struggled expression—mouth parted, eyes fluttering open and shut when he brushes himself against your overstimulated clit.

“Didn’t you miss me, baby?” He teases.

"I—did-I missed you so much, mmh!" You mewl out in high-pitched stutters. Eyes falling shut and letting the tears spill from your clamped shut eyelids once he bottoms out in one go.

“Oh fuck.” Satoru bites back a low groan that escapes straight from his chest, his thighs pressing against the round and plush skin of your ass.

He wastes no time in pulling back and snapping himself back home. Letting his length disappear inside of you with little to no resistance. “Yeah, baby. Take all of me.”

Electricity sparks every once-dormant nerve in your body back to life.

Your mind momentarily flashes back to the promises he had vowed to keep before the fight. How he’d retire if he won, give you a family and spend the rest of his days cherishing the moments he spends in your arms.

And you snap out of your thoughts once you feel his two hands slide under your thighs, strong forearms locking them against your hamstrings so he can snugly wrap your legs around his textured waist—carved skin firmed up from days in a dark realm where he fought against time and his own mind.

You feel him everywhere. To the veins harshly reminding you how they have a place within your velvety walls ever since he vowed to be the only one who would ever walk the earth to please you—to the heat swirling in your chest out of profound and raw love you have for your husband.

It’s not supposed to be such a bittersweetly beautiful moment as Satoru is keeping your legs folded around him—forcing him to voluntarily slam down and dip his bulging cock back down home, juices welcoming him and kissing his length goodbye when he pulls back—but it’s so painfully good.

The way he’s back within your reach—caging you under his huffing, feral state where you can see the light color of his eyes sparkling as his body is electrified with life for the first time in months—and the way he’s stretching you out so deliciously.

Making you mewl out incomprehensible words that end up being letters melted into each other with no real meaning because your brain can barely form a real thought.

He’s finding the love you have for him in every crevice of you as your tongues mesh together again. Saliva on saliva as he connects his hips to yours without faltering once.

Begrudgingly, he pulls back. Your eyes fall down to his plush baby pink swollen lips that once shined with your release.

His breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling—occasionally shaking as a deep groan escapes him when you suck him in so greedily—for a second, you catch his stare falling to your bodies connecting.

Then he snaps back up—face levelling to you where you’re still giving him that fucked out doe-eyed look that he swears will have him falling over the edge sooner than he intends to.

“Baby?” He softly calls out, the four-lettered word spilling out of his mouth with ease that comes out of the habit he has of calling you that loving name.

You barely hear the sound of his voice, mind somewhere over the clouds. His tip is pushing past your cervix soo nicely. Kissing that little spot that makes your muscles start to spasm in uneven waves—your eyesight blur and the tears streak down the sides of your face quick.

Unbeknownst to you, Satoru is a lot more pleased with himself than he’d admit right now. Even after the noise, the trauma and the ashes—he still has it in him.

Still has it inside of him to unravel you with the simples touches, to have you with your mouth parted open and your eyes rhythmically rolling back as he plunges inside of you—searching for your release.

It fills his body with a tingling sensation—a lingering hot feeling right where his heart sits at the realisation that you’re his wife in every sense of the word.

That you’re still here and still so loving.

All for him.

“M-mhm?” He hears you barely make out, nails moving from his back and onto his forearms where your nails subconsciously dig into his tainted skin.

A cannined smile pulls on his handsome face, almost resembling one of his characteristic smirks that has you knowing—even in your haze—that something is coming.

“Remember the promise I made you?”

Instantly, you scramble around your mind to try and filter to the thousands of promises you’ve offered each other and that he has yet to break.

There are so many, and you don’t have enough mind to run through them all.

“Which—ngh, ‘toru!” In the middle of your attempt to speak, he shifts, hooking both legs over his shoulders. Drawing his chest down, the strong surface of his chest weighing down on your smooth skin.

“—right there! Oh—“

You’re loud. Too loud for someone on a sunbed in a public place. Satoru probably knows it. Yet he makes no effort in shutting you up—he doesn’t muffle your real moans with a kiss, doesn’t silence your babbles with his hand. He lets them pour out into the open.

He lets the world know you’re his.

And that he’s back.

Either way, you don’t make any effort to stop the shore from knowing your lover is back.

His calloused hands, detailed with resilience and his unmatched strength, go delicate as he tries to wipe the stream of tears on the sides of your face.

“C’mon baby, you know which one.”

Seeing the way you fall quiet—half losing the fight between yourself and climaxing too early as your orgasm holds you by your throat, and half winning over the chaos of your mind—he “aids” you just a bit as his left hand drops and finds your clit with soft circles.

He’s teasing you, worsening the internal struggle he’s putting you through—setting every nerve in your body on fire as he pulls your release by the reins.

“What do you want from me?”

His words find a place in your disoriented head, clicking with his previous question.

A baby.

You wanted a baby with him before the fight.

A family.

Something to remember him by

Every night before that godforsaken day.

You tried.

Clung onto his body with a different—more painful kind of desperation than the one you have right now.

Tried for a baby.

Tried to leave a part of him within you just in case he—

The answer spills out of your mouth before your mind dips to darker places.

“A family.” You breathe out, eyes clamping shut for a second.

He muses, face dipping to press soft kisses to your pulsing temple. “Yeah?”

“Y—yeah!”

Your voice pitches higher at the last second as he presses down on your clit.

“Please—please, ‘toru—don’t leave me. Give me a baby.”

You don’t realise just how your fear is spilling through the cracks as you beg to finish and for him to never be done with you.

And Satoru goes soft.

Pace stuttering, abs tightening—he’s so close, you’re so close too.

With slow strokes, already high off demolishing you the past moments—Satoru rides the last moments of the roller coaster as he reaches his end.

“I’ll give you everything, honey.” He whispers, the bed creaking less beneath the both of you as he takes you to the edge.

And you titter to your orgasm that crashes over you twice as strong the second time once he completes his sentence. “Just take it all.”

He places a soft kiss to your lips as he buries himself inside, ropes and ropes of white milky cum filing your womb—overflowing right out of your walls while he remains inside, twitching and unwilling to leave.

A choked sob is muffled as Satoru’s lips catch it, right hand caressing your cheek.

Everything falls quiet, the smell of sex in the open air quickly settles back into the horizon as the sea overtakes the atmosphere and your ears hear the waves crashing against the sand.

The birds sing a song that relaxes your muscles. Your husband goes limp inside of you before pulling out—no longer having anything left of his to give that’s not love.

He plops down to you, the bed dipping in two sides now—but it quickly goes back to only one spot when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you over his warm body, letting you hear his heartbeat underneath the layers of skin.

Thud thud thud.

The sound goes straight to your veins, travelling through arteries and shifting your own heartbeat till it follows his.

He’s home.

Your Satoru is home.

And you fall asleep in his arms.

Safe, the way you both deserve to be.

Three hours later, Satoru walks over to the rim of the sea, stares off into the distance as the sun kisses his pale skin.

He’s uncovered, letting the salty breeze greet his open and slowly healing scars.

But he’s real.

And you join him when he goes inside the water.

Because this is just the first step out of the trenches.

And you’ll be there with him every stretch of the way.

Please excuse the way this turned out, tumblr has been deleting my completed drafts and not saving anything I write and it has been killing my motivation to write. Nonetheless, thank you to the 800 of u who have been patient w me, satosugu x reader and suguru x reader smut coming soon~ bye loves. More <3 Taglist.

Not proofread cause im scared it will get deleted.

#minayans #dessert

slntty

☃︎ stupid fratjo tales : run, y/n-chan ! masterlist

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 bestfriend!fratjo x sweetnerd!sororitygirlreader (16.3k) ˚. 𝜗𝜚 .

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ Synopsis: Satoru’s mean yet lovable while you’re sweet and lovable—together, you’re just lovable and lovable! (B99 reference) But what happens when he puts people’s perception of him before you? Will you be able to move on from the things he’ll say or will you find other people and stray away? 𓏵‧₊˚ ┊

⚠️: artworkbymochikuyo , deaddove , pwp , angst , smut , suggestive , fluff , violence , TOXIC , penetration , degradation , praise , pining , oral (f!receiving & m!receiving) , fingering , meangojo , alcohol , smoking , bullying , toxicgojo , manipulation , slightgetoxreader , slightnaoyaxreader , afab!reader , moreplotthanporn , toxicmasculinity , drama , mommy&daddyissues , slightdubcon , dacryphilia , misogyny

🗒️: A gift for @jaycee374, happy birthday, lovely :) thank u for reading my fics from @wkbsrco ! I hope you had a wonderful day ʚɞ This is more of a stand alone fic, but it’s the same premise… I’m really sorry if this took so long, but I really tried to make the story make more sense and actually connect. there’s also more dialogue and angst than the original… I hope I met your expectations, enjoy :p

#slntty #main course

sadisticstarlight

CHI MASTERLIST

꧁☣︎‧˖₊⋆⚛︎˚·𓁿·˚⚛︎⋆₊˖‧☣︎꧂

Summary: You are an unfortunate scientist who has fallen into the cracks between reality, a place more commonly known as “the backrooms”. Navigating such a bizarre world would be harrowing enough all on its own, but things only become more challenging when you realize you’re far from alone.

X (Chi): a symbol that denotes the point where the pieces of the world’s soul meet

cw: minors do not interact, blood and violence, dacryphilia, dubious consent, yandere, monsterfucking, dehumanization, psychological horror

entity!gojo x reader

꧁☣︎‧˖₊⋆⚛︎˚·𓁿·˚⚛︎⋆₊˖‧☣︎꧂

eventually i'll fix all the posts to make them pretty too :3

Part 1: Schwarzschild Drainhole

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Part 2: Eureka

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Part 3: Carry the Zero

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Part 4: The Scientists

Chapter 13

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sadisticstarlight

B O U N D Masterlist

˖｡⋆˚❤︎⁠₊⊹ ݁༺✦༻ ݁⊹₊❤︎⁠˚⋆｡˖

Summary:

In the Jujutsu Empire, it is considered taboo among the upper class to indulge in something so animal as seeking out one's soulmate.

You, the third daughter of a grand duke and the bearer of a secret soulmark, have your life suddenly uprooted in order to become the bride of the crown prince, Satoru Gojo, a notorious bachelor who couldn't care less about getting married after it was long ago guaranteed his soulmate would never be an option.

general cw for this fic: angst (happy ending), hurt/comfort, arranged marriage, child abuse, yandere, dacryphilia, breeding kink, lactation kink, not abo but i am stealing some themes, possessive behavior, voyeurism, praise kink (but he's kinda mean about it), bondage, dubious consent

minors do not interact

˖｡⋆˚❤︎⁠₊⊹ ݁༺✦༻ ݁⊹₊❤︎⁠˚⋆｡˖

Chapter 1: True Love Chapter 2: Flowers Chapter 3: Desire Lines Chapter 4: Always on My Mind Chapter 5: If You Want Me Chapter 6: Destiny

#tbr

hearteyedinfatuation

Vows of Attachment

Yandere Gojo x Reader

Thinking about Yandere Gojo that the clan is worried about not being able to control. To make him settle down they arrange for him to be married. Choosing a cold, mellow women that they believe will blend into the background and not cause any trouble for them but root him to the clan.

What they didn't account for was how attached Gojo would get to you. To finally have someone in that house to call his own. How much it would distance him from them when he had someone to be his family, wanting to take you away all for himself. Somewhere you both would see only one another and no one would see you or speak to you. No one to keep him from you.

Wordcount: 6k+

Notes: Not canon compliant and contains both yandere and violent behaviour.

#hearteyedinfatuation #main course #favorites!

hearteyedinfatuation

The Good Influence

Yandere Gojo X Reader

Thinking about Yandere Gojo notorious for getting into fights in school. The top student despite seeming to spend most of his time wandering the halls. Pretty face and tall build making him immensely popular amongst the students and even some teachers. Gojo who everyone talks about but few talk to unless they want something from him.

Teachers thought you would be a good, calming influence on him. The only person they could think of to seat next to him in classes trusting that neither would you be provoked by him picking a fight with you and neither would you try to flirt with him. He found you boring like the rest of your peers did until you made the mistake of defending him.

Word count: 12k+ (Supposed to be 2k but this monstrosity got away from me)

Note: Not canon-compliant, yandere and violent behaviour. Slow burn yandere, takes a while to get to the crazy.

#hearteyedinfatuation #main course

hearteyedinfatuation

Nothing Comes for Free

Yandere Gojo x Reader

Thinking about Yandere Lieutenant Gojo known as the mad dog amongst his troop. Born to a long line of military commanders and with a reputation for being more fearsome than any of those that preceded him. Entirely too unpredictable and with that sort of backing, no one dared question the things he did.

All you had wanted was protection. The military was not the place for the likes of you but now that you were there you just wanted to ride the coattails of better and more powerful men until you got discharged and a fat pension to accompany your trauma. It was supposed to be simple but you chose the wrong man to kiss up to. They had warned you about the mad dog and you really should have listened. Nothing comes for free.

Wordcount: 14k+

Notes: Not canon-compliant, alternate universe where curses are widely known and everyone can see and fight them. Yandere behaviour, non-con touching, violence and threats of violence. Crack-like until things get serious. Loosely inspired by the manwha Passion.

#hearteyedinfatuation #main course #favorites!

sagimooon

Gojo Satoru's Birth Chart: an Analysis

I posted this on twitter some time ago + now that we have the birth date of many jjk characters i have been thinking about their charts sooooo here it is!

#birth chart

aurievalley

MOONLIGHT DUST

starring ... SATORU GOJO?!

with everything that's happening in this life of yours and the impending war that's about to break out, you decided to pay a visit to the moon incarnation in the forest for a blessing. you didn't know then that the incarnation takes form in a human—man—who craves nothing but a company. ( 5,3k )

main ingredients ... SFW ◞ moon incarnation!satoru gojo, knightess!reader, NOT PROOFREAD, non-canon au, fluff, slight angst, pov alternating ⁝ REPOST from carienations ◞ art © howtodriveacar. ( ✦ ) more works ◞ ao3.

notes in red ... HI, i was supposed to post this three days ago, but i haven't been able to edit the layout, lol. i had so much fun writing this back then, even though i have some regrets on how i write it, too. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this one. reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3

you've heard tales of the moon incarnation uttered from kinds of lips, kinds of humans.

in the deepest part of the forest, north from the kingdom, standing with all the glory that's curated in this universe, lays the incarnation of the moon, light of the night.

a solitude, a divine— people who claimed to have seen the being always use those words, although they who spoke of it always say the incarnation is far more enchanting than the tales that have been passed through generations.

people's tongues always get twisted, as they try to describe how the moon appeared before them, unable to recall the words they've been familiar with their whole life. no words can really do justice to the light that appears before them, is what they'd always say.

you never came as far as to this part of the continent, seeing no point in traveling far away to a place where there's nothing but trees and rocks; a nature that'll stay there, unchanging.

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fireladylisa

— the arrangement masterlist ∬ ֗ ₊

ა ˙˖ summary → there’s no one you hate more than satoru gojo. he’s arrogant and entirely too full of himself. when you agree to be strictly enemies with benefits, gojo takes this as the perfect opportunity to finally make you his.

⤳ warnings: this mini series will feature adult content and is not recommended to anyone under the age of 18

intro

❦ chapter one: the fuck buddy proposal

❦ chapter two: you're not my type!

❦ chapter three: the conclusion

꒰ I've already got a taglist going but you can also sign up for tags here! under others just type in: the arrangement series ꒱

⤳ series tags 1: @rhaewinsdaughter @timgiohlover1767 @kissprl @lunevarin @keiito066 @pinkpantherrrrss @lounastar @luvs-angel @luvbambiboo @scramblenigojo @nationalmegumidihhopper @5secondsofdorkss-blog @sadteam666 @alittlekurumi @lovebythuuu @rinnyho @user09815 @setia1256 @weirdothatwrites @kingjuliancypher @espresshoe012 @miwarumi @pinkpantherrrrss @ioveariaa @ibelieveintrafalgarlawsupremacy @asiitwas @iilovechoso123 @slovair @izumkay @megottheswaskikacooooke @introvertedfreakk @skeletaldynamolegion @nctwayv127dream @0soleilmist @bambi-lia @thecoolest4eva @yujiswifey @angelziez @valkyrieanqel @fzvcfjky @roroclarinett @billiondollarworth @coolprincessgirls-blog @mariaaliyha @secretsofchance @yeagerluvr @suguruuslut @wiserion @nemisimp @yochicoz

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sirenleche

★ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦 - 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠.

wc: ~8.4k | cw: viltrumite gojo x viltrumite reader! smut, arranged reproductive pairing, reproductive coercion, breeding/pregnancy kink kinda, loss of virginity, fingering, rough sex, creampie, possessiveness, contains minor spoilers for viltrumite lore in invincible

summary: with viltrum on the brink of extinction, your father selects the strongest male of your generation to help you preserve its dying bloodline.

a/n: this one has been sitting in my drafts for a MINUTE i'm sorry babes…possible part two maybe??? also, shoutout to @yanderenightmare for the inspo to write about viltrumite gojo !!

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VILTRUM WAS ONCE a planet so bountiful its end seemed impossible to ever imagine.

#sirenleche #main course

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