fem reader intended
fiancé gojo who shocked the jujutsu higher ups when he revealed his engagement to you, a grade 1 sorceress with no relation to any big 3 clans. imagine their surprise when he decides to get married out of love and not just to create a heir.
fiancé gojo who teaches with you at jujutsu high and is the reason why you can barely arrive to classes on time. with his pouty face and insanely toned biceps trapping you in his hold, who are you to say no?
fiancé gojo who whines when you actually leave him to teach your students, feigning offence when megumi shoots him a disgusted glare.
fiancé gojo who often joins in on your lessons when he starts feeling lonely, acting as if he were your actual student. your annoyingly smart A+ student who does nothing but brag about his intelligence.
fiancé gojo who likes to text you and send silly voice messages no matter the situation. picture satoru replaying his minute-long burp vm in front of the jujutsu higher ups so that he makes sure you can laugh at it (spoiler: all you feel is disappointment).
fiancé gojo who thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to flaunt his engagement and watch the irritation on their faces turn into pure horror. because for gojo, flaunting means interrupting you mid-sentence to practically make out for a minute straight.
fiancé gojo who asks everyday, “should we have our wedding now?” and sighs dramatically when you tell him to be patient. not that he’s actually mad, though. he likes the giddyness he feels while counting down to your wedding date.
fiancé gojo who drowns you in affection and praise after every mission, crying his heart out (jokingly) about how he felt like an abandoned princess waiting for her prince to come back from war.
fiancé gojo who, deep down, thanks the skies above that you get to come home safely everytime. and while he’s a jokester, all the ‘missing you’ parts in his sob stories were true. because while he knew you were strong, the lingering worry of you running into something way stronger bit his ass everytime.
fiancé gojo who indulges himself in your warmth, ignoring every single notification his phone pings out.
fiancé gojo who has a hold on you so secure, even during sleep, that you have to wake him up before he presses on your bladder any further. now you have to deal with his complaints of “do you not love me anymore? Is that why you let go? you’re so mean!”
fiancé gojo who shuts up when you offer to wash his greasy hair, immediately situating himself in front of you and leaning into every single touch you place on his head.
fiancé gojo who ends up getting you wet and makes a stupid excuse so that you can bathe together. no matter how difficult, the feeling of your skin against his was enough to get him through the day.
fiancé gojo who settles your back on his chest, lifting your arm to trace “satoru 🤍 [name] 4eva”. what a cutie.
fiancé gojo who genuinely can’t wait until he sees you walk down the aisle, exchange the vows he’s been working on since you first met, shamelessly give you the most passionate kiss ever (in front everyone you know and love), and officially get the privilege of calling you his wifey.
nsfw mdni; implied size kink, collaring, bd/sm!!!, estab relationship, gn!reader, dom gojo, sub reader, gojo LOVES you
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“ow, satoru! it’s too tight.”
your much smaller fingers fidget with the leather around your throat.
“can you breathe?” he asks, unimpressed by your act. you have to be reminded you’re here for him to use as he pleases.
your hands still. “yeah.”
satoru straightens his back and drink in his handiwork. “then it’s perfect, baby. c’mon, ‘just wanna look at you.”
your knees dig into the soft bedding while you sit with your hands nestled in between your thighs. “to keep them warm!” you’d told him, but satoru wasn’t born yesterday.
the traces of fear in your eyes draws him in and makes him stay. your lower lip juts out and there’s an adorable crease between your eyebrows. he reaches out and rests his palm on the side of your face, and your eyes flutter closed.
“are you scared?” satoru’s tone is edging on condescending as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
you shake your head, and your eyes open to meet his again. satoru’s chest aches at how beautiful you are– all his.
“good.”
satoru grips the end of the short leash and gives it a more than firm tug. your eyes widen and your breath catches, but you don’t waver. he guides you forward until your faces are level.
“you look so pretty in my collar, baby,” he praises. “and it fits you perfectly. looks like it was meant to be after all, yeah?”
ONE, TWO, THREE...
✦SUMMARY
╰┈➤ your boyfriend choso gets the worst possible case of cuteness aggression at the wrong time...
✦C.W
╰┈➤ overstimulation, vaginal penetration, switch?choso, virgin!choso, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink idk, crying, this is pure smut enjoy, chubby reader appreciation, praise, 652 words, corruption kink prolly, reposted
"Hug-uhhh, hu-gh... ha-agh.. agh..."
Choso's chest heaved as he gulped in the thick, humid air, his lungs burning with each ragged breath. Sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes, mingling with the tears of overwhelming pleasure that streamed freely. He felt drunk on sensation, intoxicated by the exquisite tightness engulfing his aching cock.
This was madness, this insatiable hunger consuming him. This was his first time, no, second, (third?) time inside you. It didn't matter. All he knew is that he wanted, needed, his fourth. Sixth?
He gazed down at you, his vision blurred with adoration and lust. He must've have had the cutest girlfriend ever.
You was a vision, a goddess, sprawled out beneath him in utter submission. Your body was marked by his passion - teeth marks blooming on the soft skin, on the rolls of your doughy hips produced by the position he kneaded you in. He had you curled in on yourself, knees tucked under your chin, your watery gaze hidden beneath your arms.
Choso's gaze was drawn downward, captivated by the erotic sight of his thick cock that disappeared into your tight, cum-filled pussy. The delicate folds stretched obscenely around his girth, still puffy and glistening from the intense preparation it had taken to work him inside you. Each clench of your velvety walls sent ripples along his shaft, coaxing out more of his seed to ooze out around him.
Oh fuck... fuck, you were so adorable. What was that human saying? You were so adorable...
"...I could eat you up," he whimpered out loud, his head cloudy, raining his pleasure. "I wanna... Please..."
Choso's body pressed against yours, his skin slick with sweat, his muscles taut with exertion. He drove his cock deeper into you, filling you completely, stretching you to your limits. You gasped, a cry of pleasure and pain escaping your lips as he hit a spot deep inside that sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your body.
He rocked his hips as he nibbled pathetically at your neck, grinding against your cervix. The wet squelch of his cock churning through the copious fluids inside you was positively obscene. "Please... I wanna... Hum-gh! I can't..."
His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation. His cock throbbed and pulsed within you, begging for release, for the sweet relief of orgasm. He couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. It felt like his very existence depended on this moment, on this connection between you two. He needed his fifth. Or his Seventh.
Choso's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of searing kisses in their wake. He nibbled and bit at your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin, the saltiness of your sweat. His hands found your breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples until they were hard enough for him to suck on them.
The sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to your core, causing your inner walls to clench and flutter around his throbbing length.
"Choso!" you cried out, your voice high and breathy with pleasure. The sound of his name on your lips seemed to drive him wild, and he let out a low, almost pained groan against your skin.
He couldn't take it anymore, the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume him entirely. Your body was like a drug, and he was hopelessly addicted. With a growl of desperation, he began to move again, his hips snapping forward in a frenzied rhythm that bordered on animalistic.
The bed creaked and groaned beneath you as he pounded into you with reckless abandon, his thrusts lifting your hips off the mattress with each powerful stroke. It was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop.
Instead, you met his movements with your own, rolling your hips.
You could've sworn it was night. So why was the sun peeking through your curtains, highlighting your debauchery?
You sighed loudly causing Gojo to glance over at you, "something wrong?"
You huffed as you leaned into your seat, arms folded over your chest as you kicked back the chair a little.
"Shoko has been spreading rumors that you and I are dating."
"I wish."
You quirked an eyebrow and looked at him, "what did you say?"
"I said that bitch."
The Nanny?
Synopsis: Mark finally meets the nanny that Debbie won’t stop talking about.
A/N: I want to preface this by saying thank you all for your kind reblogs and the likes! Makes me so happy that these silly little fics give you guys some joy. Requests are open 🩷🩶💙
Mark finally had some free time to spend with his mother Debbie. He waited at their favorite coffe spot for his mom to arrive with Oliver so they could spend some quality time together. His mother had been mentioning something about special sitters or a daycare for children of supers. Whatever she was talking about, Mark had no time to hear about it, but he had time today. He wanted to know about this society of babysitters his mom believed in. Would Oliver be safe? Would his mother be safe? All valid questions he should have asked upon hearing about this for months.
Debbie finally arrived, Mark watched as she parked, got out of the front seat and scrambled possibly for Oliver in the back seat. To Mark’s surprise, Debbie entered the shop without Oliver in hand and a smile on her face. The gift in her hands was fairly small. She handed the box off silently while still smiling at Mark. She gave Mark and peck on his head and sat down in front of him.
“Hi honey, how are you today?” Debbie asked refreshed.
“Good—listen mom, where’s Oliver?” He asked pretty bluntly.
“Mark, I’ve tried to tell you about this new nanny for months, you gotta keep up with your family and stop spending all that time in space and with Cecil.” She sighed.
“Sorry mom.. what nanny? Can you start from the top?” He asked.
Debbie explained to mark that she interviewed twenty seven babysitters. Each was unique but she could always tell when they were sent by Cecil, or if they weren’t as qualified. Just when she’d given up hope, you walked in. The last interview of the day made her fear for her expectations, until you mentioned that you have a younger sibling who’s always been a super. You offered full time care, housekeeping duties, teaching Oliver and even offered overnight care if Debbie or Mark needed a break or couldn’t make it home. You ended up being the perfect pick. For months, you’d been staying at the Grayson’s caring for Oliver, cleaning and sleeping in Nolan’s old office which was made into a guest bedroom for you. You were practically Debbie’s saving grace.
Upon hearing how you basically saved his mother, Mark was a little skeptical about if you were really working for Cecil or if this was all just a lie. You were usually quiet so Mark would never know you were in his home. This was a but much for Mark to take in, especially because before coming to earth, Mark was Oliver’s sole caretaker. Who could do it better than him?
After lunch Debbie and Mark made it home. You were in the living room playing a memory game with Oliver when they walked into the living room. Mark was expecting Oliver to run to him, calling him “bra-bra” but instead, Oliver stayed focused on the memory game and you, the nanny, who sat taking turns with him matching cards.
“Good afternoon Debbie, Mark. Oliver’s been acing this memory game, you’ve got a Einstein.” You chuckled.
“Thank you y/n.” Debbie hugged you before setting her bags down.
“I’m grilling steak and making pasta tonight for dinner, so you can relax. Mark will you be staying for dinner?” You asked.
“Yeah, sure why not.”
Mark was in shock of how beautiful and kind you were. He was expecting some experienced lady well beyond her years but you? You’re the last thing he would have ever guessed. This didn’t change anything though. He needed to investigate further.
You grilled dinner for the Graysons. The table was set, Oliver’s high chair was prepared and the house was spotless. Mark still felt off. Maybe he was gaslighting himself to protect his family and himself? The fact of the matter is you’re too nice and he doesn’t know you that well. Everyone sat at the table as you buckled Oliver into his seat.you gave Oliver some steak, some applesauce and little cubes of cheese. The baby was growing fast, he was always wanting new things.
“Uhh- y/n, Oliver’s a baby, he can’t have steak.” Mark said.
“Oliver’s grown a lot the past few months Mark, he loves solid foods. Especially chewey foods.” You chuckled. Debbie chuckled handing Oliver a small piece of steak that you cut for him.
“Yummy!” Oliver exclaimed.
“It’s so great to finally meet you Mark. Your mom always tells me how busy you are, how were your last few fights?” You asked.
“Great, it’s hard to be in two places at once though. I wanna care for my family but the world needs protection too.” He said.
“I get that completely, you’re doing a great job. Oliver is so lucky to have you as his brother!” You smiled.
“So, you know Cecil Stedman?” He asked.
“I do. But I don’t work for him. I only know him because my younger brother works for him. Cecil’s not exactly my favorite person and I don’t quite like him that much either. That man is known for crossing boundaries and finding loopholes.” You scoffed.
Mark couldn’t disagree with you there.
“Seriously! The man is just so invasive. You ask him to leave you alone and then suddenly your whole family is getting spied on. This is the man that wants respect and for people to work with him?” Debbie laughed.
Mark hadn’t seen his mom laugh in forever, and it was great to see her finally relax and be happy. After dinner, you and Mark cleaned up the kitchen together. Debbie settled Oliver down for bed and went to go to bed herself. It was nice to be around this family compared to your own. You really never got to see them anymore. Your brother was off fighting some threat in another country while your parents tried to hold you to his standards and use you as the free help if they ever needed him taken care of. It’s probably why you’re so good at your job. You were so deep into your thoughts that you were staring out the window. You didn’t even realize you and Mark had finished cleaning the entire kitchen.
“Hey.. you okay?” Mark asked standing next to you.
“Hm? —oh yeah, sorry. Just a lot going on in my brain. I love being here, Oliver is a wonderful kid and your mom is amazing. I just wish I had this with my family.” You smiled at him. It really was no big deal.
“I’m sorry.. and I want to apologize for being kind of an ass. I was wrong about you. I didn’t say anything to my mom about it and I shouldn’t have come off so strong but I like you. It’s hard for me to trust people especially after my dad. You’re good with Oliver and my mom… and you’re good with me too.” Mark smiled.
He looked at you for quite sometime. Mark had an idea but he would have to wait until Debbie and Oliver were asleep. The night was still young. You showered, changed and prepared your bed for a long night’s sleep until Mark knocked in your cracked door.
“Knock knock” he said smiling. Mark wasn’t in his pajamas, he was in his suit, holding a very much awake Oliver.
“Oh, hey!” You whispered.
“Little man was wide awake in his crib. He wanted to see you.” Mark smiled as he held Oliver.
Oliver cooed, you waited for Mark to give him to you, but it seemed as if he was conflicted. If Mark wanted to put his brother back to sleep, you wouldn’t dare rob him of this time.
“Mark if you have to go fight crime or save the world I’d be happy to let Oliver sleep in my room unless you want to put him to sleep first.” You smiled.
Mark gave you a look of worry. He smiled to Oliver and then to himself.
“Stay awake, I’ll be back.” He said.
It took him a little while, but Mark finally put Oliver to sleep after getting some pointers from you about what Oliver needs for him to get tired.
Mark approached your room again, seeing that you were just barely awake, eyes starting to close as you sat at the edge of your bed. Mark made his presence known before coming to sit next to you.
“Wanna go on a joyride?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh I dunno Mark what about Debbie and Oliver?” You asked.
“They’ll be fine, we’ll be back in an hour.” He smiled at you.
Mark picked you up, you both traveled for a taste of the world’s greatest ice cream. You both bonded and got to know eachother much better before stopping back at the house. You and Mark were in his bedroom watching tv and hanging out.
“I hope I was able to make you more comfortable here in our home y/n. Oliver’s lucky to have a nanny like you and I’m lucky to have someone who cares so much about my family and I. That’s all I’ve been asking for and you do it perfectly.” He smiled at you.
You yawned, standing up and making your way towards Mark’s bedroom door.
“I’m here for you guys, I’m gonna go lay down. Thank you for tonight Mark, you’re too sweet and kind. I’ll see you in the morning.” You smiled at him.
Before leaving his room. Mark stood up and walked towards you. It compelled him, the way you were so kind and respectful. Internally he was conflicted, but externally he knew what he needed from you. So Mark stood close to you, holding your face in his hands and kissed you zealously. Your face was red from the contact. His lips were soft and warm, you wanted more but out of respect for Debbie and love for Oliver, this was your one freebie. Do not take advantage of this.
The next morning you and Mark awoke happily and eager to greet eachother in the morning. Debbie noticed the excitement and joined in hugging her son and you.
“Coke on mark we’re gonna be late to the mixer!” She said as she grabbed her keys and rushed to the car.
You said goodbye to Debbie and mark as you waved goodbye with Oliver’s hands. They took off and Debbie took this opportunity to tease him as they entered the car together.
“So… the Nanny?” Debbie chuckled.
“Ugh—mom!” Mark shouted.
could I request yan (poly) shoto and izuku catching their darling in the act of hiding a body?
Contents: Yan!Poly!Tododeku catching gn!reader hiding a body.
more content for Todoroki and Deku here
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WARNINGS: YANDERE, STALKING, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, READER ACCIDENTALY MURDERED SOMEONE, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AT THE END.
Yes, they may have installed a motion detector on your front and back door, and windows, and everywhere in your home just because they were too paranoid about you living alone. They aren't taking you home with them just yet, they need a good excuse, otherwise you'll reject the offer.
What they didn't expect was to get an alert of you leaving in the early hours of the morning.
"They... left home." Todoroki says, slamming open the door to Izuku's room, who was sleeping soundly just a few moments ago.
"It's three in the morning," Deku groans, covering his face with the covers. "Who left home?"
"___! The motion detector just alerted me!" Todoroki rips the bed sheets off Deku's body, and the green haired man immediately jolts awake. Searching for his clothes.
"Fuck... do you think something bad happened? Like a family emergency?"
"I don't know. They didn't go further than a couple meters away," Todoroki says, trying to follow the track you left, bootprints. Why bootprints? Why are there so visible? Why were you stepping on mud in the first place? They don't know, and its making them anxious as they follow you closely from behind.
You, on the other hand, have an entirely different problem on your hands aside from being stalked by Japan's first and third most important hero. You have a secret, and you need to bury it so nobody will ever find out.
A home invasion is already awful enough, but the fact that you had the balls to shoot and kill a man who was merely drunk and homeless and looking for a place to sleep in just makes it worse. You feel awful, you feel guilty, and there's nothing you can do about it now other than hide the evidence. You don't want to go to jail, not over this, not over anything. You're crying, so hard you don't even notice the trail of bloody footprints you're leaving behind. Fortunately, a storm is menacingly starting to form over you. As if the night couldn't become any more shitty.
You should've brought a shovel. Or anything to help you dig.
The abandoned lot is spacious enough for you to believe the body won't alert anyone when it starts stinking, far away from society, or at least you try and tell that to yourself. Covered in wild grass and other plants that make it hard to see where your fingers are digging into the ground. The storm, already pouring gallon after gallon of rain over your body, making you tremble and shiver as you keep digging, and digging, and digging. And then there's light, and you scream, looking behind.
"Fuck." It's the only thing that leaves your lips as you pathetically try and make yourself smaller against the light. The flashlight, held by Todoroki, and Deku, who comes closer.
"___?" They both ask. "What are you doing here?" Deku comes closer to you, trying to shield you from the rain by putting one massive arm over your face. You break down crying, clinging to him, staining his hero suit with dirty fingerprints of blood and dirt. You sob, Todoroki quickly comes to aid you, wrapping his warm arm around your shoulders. You don't even question how these two heroes know your name, or what you were doing.
"What's wrong, ___? Why are you digging a hole at this hour? Under the rain?" Todoroki asks, and you can't answer, choking on both the rain and your tears for a moment before you sniffle. You look like a mess, a beautiful one in their eyes. They give you a sympathetic look.
"I made a terrible mistake." You sob, your head darting towards the dead man. Swollen and bloody on the floor next to you. They should be horrified, but years of repressed violent urges, obsessive tendencies and the bloody perks of hero work make them only cringe slightly at the gruesome sight. Then, Deku looks at Todoroki, a look only they could understand. Their sympathetic gazes, suddenly seem wolfish and predatory. They finally have an excuse to take you with them.
"Don't worry,___." Todoroki says, rubbing your shoulders as you tremble.
"We understand, ___. It was an honest mistake..." Deku sighs, and kicks the body to the makeshift grave you just dug.
"Your secret's safe with us."
why are there no gifs of these two alone??? very weird
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Hi! New anon here (🦠). Won’t ask how you’re feeling because we’re all in mourning and in shambles, but what do you think Lottie would be like with a reader who’s an Antler Queen? Lowkey LottieNat-leaning, but reader was the one who got chosen, and now they’re in the spring, and Lottie is THE prophet while reader is THE queen.
Thank you!
Her queen
A/N: Hello my dears, I am back! (I think). This isn't the best of my works and my writing has some improvment to do after my hiatus, but I tried to make it make sense.
Also, let's all welcome dear🦠anon eveyone! I require a round of applause please. Enjoy!
Oh Lottie, the workshipper that you are.
That winter day, when the snow was raging outside and the cold seeped inside the wooden cabin, she consulted with It, asked It what they could do to survive the winter.
When she heard Its voice echo inside her ears, cold as the icy wind and hoarse as a murder of crows and as billions of ghosts’ whispers, she couldn't believe what It was asking, no, demanding of her. You, out of everyone?
That day, she questioned herself whether the Wilderness was real, or a figment of her own imagination. But an order it’s an order, and like the true devotee she is, she compiled.
When she came into the room, everyone’s faces looked harsh, distant, barely holding it together. The dance of light and shadows the fire projected into the room and onto their faces only added more depth to the seriousness of the situation. Had she been good at art history, Lottie could have confidently said that she had been transported into a baroque’s painting world. Or Victorian gothic, or whatever.
She couldn’t see you at first, not behind the bloody pulp of meat that was left in place of her left eye, not with you away from the center of the room, hidden in the dark, protecting yourself from what was happening. From what was about to happen.
You always looked so precious to her.
Natalie was always It's favorite, but you were always hers.
You were too busy drawing imaginary doodles on the floor, trying to do anything to forget this place to see her walking towards you. Her and your friends’ faces morphed into confusion, anger and jealousy as she arrived at your feet. Only when the fireplace’s lights were gone from your eyes, did you look up. Standing above you, the light shone around her, creating a halo around her figure. She looked almost holy to you, had her face not been shrouded in darkness.
“It chose”.
Adorned with an antler crown, you order, help and try your best to hold the group together.
You are a beacon of light, a hope inside the darkness. Someone she can count on, someone she knows will lead all of you to safety.
Lottie is utterly obsessed with you, even more so after you became the Antler Queen. She treats you like a god.
She gives you her share of the food, stuff your clothes with fresh medicinal herbs, kisses you goodnight every day, when the sun goes down, right in the middle of camp, in front of everybody. She looks up at you with love in her eyes, as if you were a gift the Wilderness sent her, for how good of a devotee she was.
Speaking of kisses. Charlotte, previous to the crash, had never been too much into public displays of affection. And, more than that, she never confessed anything about her little crush for you. But after everything went to shit, it’s like a cloud obscures her judgment. She had always felt this need to tell you, to come and sit down next to you and whisper in your ear “I like you”, but never had the courage.
That’s until the Wilderness itself made you their queen, and from then on, all her fears and doubts melted away.
On one of those afternoons when the air gets warmer and the light shines longer, she comes to you. You were sitting down on a log, letting time pass while you carved a figure out of wood. It’s something that always made her smile, how you could still cling to humanity in a place like this. She couldn’t. They couldn’t.
Since the evening was nearing, everyone was finishing up their tasks, sitting by the fire or losing track of time. You looked up to see Lottie’s gaze fixated down on you. “Oh, Lottie. Wha-” you couldn’t finish your words, because the moment you stood up, she took your face in her hands and leaned down to kiss you.
The more time passed, the rougher she had become with you. Her teeth pulled at your bottom lip, her tongue exploring your mouth, her breath heavy against your skin. All of that, in front of every one of your friends.
You couldn’t let yourself be seen by anyone for a while, especially because Lottie had followed you to your tent.
She follows you; no matter where you go, you've always got her eyes on you.
Resting inside your tent? Lottie peeks at you.
Hunting with Natalie? She gives you a protection token and prays for you while you are away.
Eating meat by the fire? She watches as your teeth sink into it.
You think it’s a little weird sometimes, but you know she means well.
And don’t get me started on the rituals.
They are divided into two categories: the ones that are performed in front of everyone, and the ones that only you two share. Despite the height of the experience of a group ritual, it's the private ones that are her favorite.
She wakes you in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep and the air is cool. You follow her into the woods, away from the camp. She tells you that the Wilderness has asked her for a sacrifice tonight, and that that sacrifice is you. She tells you that It wants to hear you scream into the night, wants to feel you writhe above the ground it rules over.
So you sit on an old tree stump, big enough to let you sit comfy on it. Lottie slowly descends down your body, until her face is nestled right where you need her the most. Thanks to her height, she has no problems in placing your legs on her shoulders; hell, you are even slightly curved upwards because of it.
She dives right down, taking you between her lips, workships you until her name echoes between the trees. Under the spring’s moon and stars only you and her exist.
Only with you she can still be human.
You are her god, and she’ll be your servant until she dies.
When you get back to camp, you’re greeted by a tired Taissa sitting by the fire, with deep eyebags, looking at you as if she could kill you with her gaze.
“You should really keep your voice down…”.
the navi page was getting crowded :D
the beginning of the end [angst]
you were fifteen when you met gojo satoru, twenty-five when you married him, and twenty-six when you lost him.
ever since we were kids, baby [fluff]
ever since you were six, you’ve been with gojo satoru. you never thought you’d stay by his side for an additional fourteen years (and probably more).
HUSBAND!GOJO
ineffable [fluff]
a look on your daily, normal—as normal as it could be—life as gojo satoru’s wife.
in sickness and in health [fluff]
you care for the strongest when he’s sick.
silent christmas [fluff]
you celebrate christmas at dawn on december 26th with your husband, gojo satoru and your pseudo child, fushiguro megumi.
the end of everything [angst w/ a happy ending]
finding out you were pregnant the day your husband got sealed wasn’t easy. thank goodness he came back before you got the baby out.
DAD!GOJO
galaxy [fluff]
gojo satoru spends the last day and the first day of the year with his wife and son.
father and son[fluff]
gojo satoru takes care of his son while you’re on a mission.
just this once [fluff]
you go to the supermarket for the first time with your husband and your son.
sweet like cinnamon [fluff]
you spend the valentine’s away from your husband and son, and they bake you a cake.
cherry blossom [fluff]
gojo spends four days of lockdown with his family.
cold cold cold
gojo’s 5-month-old son gets sick for the very first time. you don’t know what to do, neither does he.
DRABBLES
dad!gojo reading his son bedtime story on video chat
dad!gojo who
17:20 o'clock
23:39 o'clock
easter egg hunting with dad!gojo
DRABBLE
babysitting gojo’s son [fluff]
when it doesn’t fit the first time, when you’re tapping out and pushing him away from you by his chest and hissing in pain before he can even get halfway inside you, toji is secretly elated. he plays the part of the concerned boyfriend, immediately pulling out and apologizing profusely, but the thought alone of his cock outsizing your poor pussy, by both length and width, is hotter than ever porn he’s ever watched.
though toji doesn’t consider himself a patient man, he’ll be patient in this respect. he’ll come to your door with a package full of variously sized dildos he ordered himself, smiling as he explains how you’ll simply work your way up. work your way up to him.
and though it doesn’t quite compare to actually having his dick inside you, it’s still unbearably hot to have you on all fours as he works in a new dildo inside you every night, each bigger than the last. one hand grips the base of the silicone to fuck you with, the other hand jerking himself off in time with the synthetic thrusts. of course even his “artificial” technique is worthy of the gods, and has you falling apart and moaning his name pathetically much faster than you’d like to admit.
until finally, finally the day comes, after the consistent hard work and patience the both of you have exercised, when it’s finally his cock that’s positioned at the entrance of your pussy. just that action alone has toji dripping pre - when did he ever get so whipped for your pussy?
it’s still a bit of a struggle, and he has to slowly ease himself in, but even at just the first taste of your tight, wet heat around his desperate cock is fucking heaven, and this time the issue isn’t that his cock can’t even fit to the base - he came before he could even get that far. fuck.
sukuna who is known to be huge and overpowering. his body built for violence and destruction and nothing more, nothing less.
ever since his youth he has learned the inevitable destruction he has caused and has made peace with it.
until now.
now, he holds his precious daughter in his arms. such a sweet, small thing that he created.
he finds it hard to believe when the nurse tells him that she's a little small than usual babies. coming from a giant like him it's strange that he's produced something so small and fragile.
the nurse reassures that it's nothing to worry about too much as she'll grow to a healthy weight over time.
'you birthed this little thing?' he murmurs, staring down at the child. her eyes are still closed, her screaming now coming to a stop. small and peaceful, something sukuna is foreign to.
'please don't call our child a thing 'kuna' you noted, your tone has no snappiness to it, exhausted from the birth. 'and you were by my side the entire what do you mean did I birth her?'
it's a stupid question. and he knows it but sukuna offers no reply to you, his eyes are glued to his child. she's quiet now in her father's arms as if he provides her the solace she's been searching for.
tiny arms and legs and even tinier fingers and toes, he can't believe it. the wisps of her hair and her lashes, every fine detail contains a part of him. so small and innocent, unlike her villainous father known to cause death and destruction.
it's like no other moment that has happened matters more than this.
as sukuna studies his baby girl he makes a promise to himself.
to look after and protect her at all costs.
no matter what.
baby fever - c.kamo
a/n: reader is not pregnant!!
shopping with choso was always an interesting event. walking through the aisles of walmart as he stared in wonder at the multitude of colors was one of the highlights of your day.
but this time.. you'd lost him. he was gone, not answering his phone and completely disappeared from your side. you sigh as you search for him, you had only looked away for a second. how in the world did you lose your 6' something, built like a tank boyfriend?!
suddenly you see those two spiky buns peaking out from above a behind a rack of clothing.
"cho there you are- what are you looking at?"
in his big hands he's holding the most adorable, tiniest little onesie. you practically coo at the gentle look in his eyes.
"it's so tiny."
"well its for a newborn," you say with a smile, joining him in sorting through the miniscule outfits. its silent for a moment before choso speaks.
"i want a baby."
you raise your eyebrows at the half-curse.
"... a baby?"
"yeah," he smiles widely and holds the onesie up, "we can put it in this."
you laugh and take the onesie from him, folding it up and placing it back on the rack.
"i dunno about that... i don't think we're ready for a little one quite yet."
he pouts at you, his head dropping to rest on yours. he gives you a dramatic sigh and you giggle before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"in the mean time... we can always practice making one."
his grin returns and he looks at you with hooded eyes. then he grabs your hand and purse and walks off leaving the cart behind.
"wha- hey! we're not done shopping."
"we gotta practice pretty, gonna make sure that once we'll be ready when the time comes."