BUSY THINKING ABOUT DAD!GOJO

BUSY THINKING ABOUT DAD!GOJO

a/n: i lied, i‘m not. i wanna feel something though, even if that is nausea

dad!gojo who cried the first time he held his child, completely overtaken by joy and love.

dad!gojo who loves to dress in matching outfits.

dad!gojo who is the proudest father imaginable, always showing his kid off to his friends, coworkers and students.

dad!gojo who at the same time is incredibly protective, trying his best to not let a word get out about them to the elders.

dad!gojo who is incredibly cuddly with them.

dad!gojo who gets jealous whenever his kid chooses to cuddle with their plushies over him.

dad!gojo who usually hates it whenever somebody touches his blindfold, but smiles warmly when his child runs their small hands over it, grabbing the fabric.

dad!gojo who makes funny faces whenever the blindfold falls off just to make them laugh.

dad!gojo who sings along louder to children’s shows and movies than his child.

dad!gojo who gets back and knee aches regularly after sitting at their tiny table during a tea party.

dad!gojo who practically drills it into his kid mind that they’re perfect just the way they are.

dad!gojo who tells them regularly that he loves them no matter what and no matter who they choose to be and what they want to do in life.

dad!gojo who gives his child the world before they can even ask.

dad!gojo who wants nothing more than to protect them and give them the childhood he never had — no matter the price

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thinking about Gojo, who's got a new hobby and that is, being your boyfriend. Gojo's technically good at everything without even trying, but when it comes to his new role as your romantic companion, he's on a different level. and oh boy, this time - he's making an effort.

thinking about Gojo, who drops everything, anything and anyone when you need him. you need a ride? he's on his way. you want some chocolate? he's already bought it. you miss him? oh well, that little curse can wait. it's not like it's that dangerous - the idea of you being in your apartment alone, watching some Netflix drama and thinking of him instead of touching him is a real matter of great urgency.

thinking about Gojo, who regularly watches "Pride and Prejudice" with you, even though he doesn't really like the story, but watching you go through the widest range of emotions gets him feeling a certain way. he's also a popcorn specialist now - the two of you went through A LOT of different snacks, but somehow popcorn has officially got the title of "the best snack to elevate a cinematic experience". he especially likes the caramel-flavoured one - this particular sort tastes even better when he pulls the crumbs straight out of your lacy bra.

thinking about Gojo, who's ridiculously excited to hear you say his name in a fake protest when his hands go there not only for the crumbs. it sounds even better when it gets whiney, right when Satoru takes the laptop off your lap and throws it somewhere. you hear a crack and this time you protest for real, but he doesn't give a slightest shit about that device. he'll buy himself a new one. after all, you taste like caramel and smell like those chocolate candles from that shop he discovered a week ago. he wasn't sure which scent you'd prefer, so he just bought every single one. guess he has his answer now.

thinking about Gojo, whose fingers get tangled in your hair, and his lips finally find yours. he's addictive, you knew that before, but with his every touch, every conversation, every inappropriate joke it feels like you're falling deeper and deeper, to the point where there's no going back. he's already there. he has no plans to go back.

thinking about Gojo, who sees you - and his six eyes tell him that you're his biggest treasure. the one must protect the most.

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leave your love on my lips ෆ also known as, gojo satoru knows exactly how to get you off and fuck you right.

eighteen+ content ⭑ minors, do not interact. fem! reader, fem! pet names. we ride that man like we’re being chased by the sheriff, Himself! praise kink HEAVY. that’s literally all this is, actually. some very minor pussyjob action and dick analysis too. cute ending bcos i must do what gege can’t. based off of this video ( n!sfw twt link ) soph sent me, rest in peace, dilly!! you were never gonna make it out of that one!! ( 1.2k wc )

“good girl… yeah, just like that.” gojo blubbers sweetness into the curve of your neck, your forehead pressed against his clavicle as his cock reaches the furthest anything’s ever been in your walls.

with your tits pressed against his chest, he loses his mind at how hot and how close your bodies are— connected, his hands grip at every part of you he can’t see.

it started with your hips, fingertips digging into flesh the moment you took hold of his shaft. teasing his head between your lips, he gets a taste of your clit as pre-cum drools all over it, “fuckkkk baby, that wet for me already? ya like cock that much? mmm, ’s so cute…”

his favorite noise is the way your pussy sounds when you’re with him— sloppily fucking yourself like he’s your favorite toy to use! grinding against his shaft, a quick pussyjob always gets him moaning at the way he’s so close to your sobbing hole but never quite filling it the way he should. “haaa- shut up, satoru.”

“do you like teasing me that much?” murmuring, a hand leaves your hips and rises to your breasts. flicking a nipple, satoru plays with your body— finding just what it takes to push you over the edge. only looking for enough to make you want him all, “yeah angel? i do too.”

it makes you arch your back like a shock of cold water hitting you, “a-aah, i wanna last ‘toru! i can’t” a hitched breath chops up your sentences as his smile reaches his ears, “c-can’t when you-” with your whining, he finds it harder to get his hands off of you now that he’s started— but it’s enough. clouding your mind and your judgement, he praises sweetly once more, “put it in and you’ll do great sweet girl, c’mon… you got it.”

defeated, you can’t help but clench around nothing when he speaks to you that way. it’s almost painful being so empty but satoru’s so good at fucking you— it’s just as bad as you both cumming within ten minutes of getting into bed.

though, what’s more is that you always seem to listen to his every word anyway!

halting your thrusts just above the tip of his head, it’s like your cunt drools at the sight of him— because as you lift your hips, sticky slick ribbons are what keep you two together even as you’re apart.

“huhghh shit.” there’s a sort of tremble in his voice: one that says satoru can’t admit how much this makes his cock ache— salivating as you hold him in your hands, groaning as he stretches you out and watching it disappear between your folds.

and the further he fills you, the more air escapes your lungs by just taking him in, “w-why’re you so fuckin’ big… ‘toru’s s’ big… i can’t-” but you’ve already made it this far. if you could only pick up your head, you’d see satoru is nothing but a fiend when he’s inside your pussy.

“so, so good for me, baby.” his hands caress your waist, eyes rolled so far back and his jaw gone slack, his drool could spill, “god, you’re so fucking good to me…”

slowly, an arm curls around your body, where satoru kisses the warm skin of your shoulder and the tender of your chest. he rests a big hand behind your head just before tucking you under his chin for comfort.

soft, the way he looks out for you in this state of mind. and by pressing one more kiss to your head, he grows weak and falls down on his back, the unoccupied hand resting by his head, “how’s it feel?” you hear his heartbeat racing, thumping against his chest.

“this cock you love to fuck,” you squeeze and he twitches, “i know it’s your favorite.” it’s a playful tease, chuckling with a raspy voice of need. it makes you lift your head off his body, craving a small peek as he pulls his arm away and leaves both resting by his head.

“you know why it’s my favorite, baby.” you match the same hazy smile on his face. dazed out of your minds, you clasp your fingers around his wrists, keeping you steady as your hips rock you back and forth.

clenching his hands into fists, satoru bites his lip when your cunt squelches the faster you begin slapping your thighs against his, “ha fuck- fuckkk, ride that dick, sweet girl— the way you know how.”

and you can’t say he’s the thickest— no.

satoru’s cock is just so long, so pretty with an added curve to his veiny shaft and his uncut head— he makes up for it, clearly— as you can barely lift your hips up high enough to sit back down on it properly. you’ve learned to give up and simply grind on it instead.

“god, it’s not fair- ‘toru,” it’s been six minutes at most, if you’re being generous at that— but your thighs feel like they’ve been set on fire and his cock keeps nudging at that puffy spot inside you, “f-fuck me. fuck meeee.”

he can barely hear your words from the light tingling feeling along his ears, but can you blame him? with this view: his angel, sitting up, head raised and arms holding onto his knees, fucking him with pretty tits bouncing as a response, who’s to say he’s not in heaven? “you’re doing amazing— so tight, that pretty pussy… i fuckin’ love her.” he brings his hands to your thighs then to your hips, caressing, “keep goin’ sweet girl, we’re so close.”

“huuugh, god. gooood. satoru,” it’s like he’s messing with your insides, fucking straight through everything and forming his own mold of himself inside your cunt, “i wanna cum. please, please, please.”

“hgh, yeah? yeah baby…” he agrees as you place your hands on his chest, rocking your hips faster, harder makes his cock graze further deep inside you harshly— “tell me why i’m your favorite, mmm baby? c’mon, please? hurryyy- need’ya t’ say it.” his words slurred.

you can’t contain the way he makes you scream anymore, the way satoru grabs your sides and forcefully grinds your pussy all over him, his cock, all at his own pace— the answer is painfully obvious. “satoru! oh my god-” his cockhead feels so hot, twitching when you feel oozing wet, your body sticky with sweat— you just can’t think.

you can’t think but you don’t need to— the answer comes naturally like it was sewed into you sometime, someplace before birth, “love you-” his grip tightens, “love you s’much,” he twitches at the thought of— “‘m cumming, cum’ng fuckkk, i love you, satoruuuu.” then, he’s cumming inside you too.

clinging onto your arms, he holds you down in a way that stops you from getting off and squirming away from him. collecting every drop he’s fucked into you, he won’t let that go to waste— “yesss, good job angel.” you droop your way back underneath his chin, safe in his chest, exhausted.

and while breathing heavily, satoru lays his hand behind your back, fingers doodling all across your spine, “my beautiful girl did so well.” he feels your smile form at that.

but he craves one more thing— one more thing and it’ll be perfect— “my beautiful girl,” he says, sitting you both back up with a hand by your nape and the other at the end of your back.

it holds you together for a moment but a moment is all he needs to press kisses over every curve of your face— your temple, your brow bone, your nose. “i love you more.” and one on the plump of your lips for good luck!

dilly don’t be cheesy challenge!!!! failed ❌ i’d like to formally blame @soumies + @shotorus for ruining my life and making this piece come true . . pussy was writing, not me!!!

Dramatically in love with you.

Toji x reader

genre: flufffff fluff fluff i need more Toji fluff

warnings: none, a tiny little bit suggestive at the end.

notes: hi, this is my first ever fic, i've never really written anything like this, so I hope you like it. let me know in the comments. no i will not apologize for the cringe title. oh yah the reader is a bit oc (ok just me) but i hope it's still relatable. hope you enjoy lovelies

Toji swears he loves you. He loves you so much he puts up with your weird domestic habits. He puts up with the fact that you leave cupboard doors open after you’ve used them as if it doesn’t even occur to you to close them as your mind is already focusing on your next task. He puts up with the fact that he’s bonked his head more than once on those damn things when he steps into the kitchen. He doesn’t say a word when you leave clumps of your hair on the shower walls. He only curses inwardly when steps on yet another fucking bobby pin. He doesn’t consider himself a neat freak; he’s lived, slept, ate and shat in a whole lot worse, so he puts up with a bruise here and a sore toe there. He deals with your high-pitched screams and the fact that he is yet again on jar-duty as he chases a spider through your shared apartment.

Domesticity the way you present it is something foreign to him. While your warm personality sharply contrasts his stoic demeanor, your brazenness is something you two have in common. You don’t hold back on who you are, and he doesn’t really mind the fact that you piss with the bathroom door open sometimes, while continuing some inane story about your day, or that you don’t bother going outside to fart. He honestly loves you and your little quirks and the fact that he gets to call you home. His cute little girlfriend who broke down his walls and managed to sledgehammer through them with your bold moves, your kind eyes, your sharp tongue always followed by a loud laugh, the strokes of your fingers on his calloused hands and his scar-littered body, the morning kisses and the daily effort you put into making sure he feels loved and cared for as well. He swears he will love you until the day he gets dragged into death by the ankles. And beyond that.

He's reminding himself of all these things while fighting the urge to groan, roll his eyes, and throw a pillow at the TV that’s currently displaying a drama series you’re rewatching for the umpteenth time, and with one sharp look from you he’s reminded that he lost that fight.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” you pout at Toji.

“Ya know before ya got here I used to watch actual good shit, right? Something that’s actually fucking interesting. Not this yappy supernatural cry fest.”

“Okay, grandpa. I bet those horse races were real titillating.” You spit back sarcastically.

Toji tsk’s as a response and kicks your feet off the coffee table and reaches for his beer. It never ceases to make you laugh how your 6 feet tall tank of a boyfriend can throw tiny temper tantrums like these. You pause the show and go to retrieve your pillow.

“If it bothers you so much, I can watch it on my laptop, and you can watch the news or some old people program like bingo or some-“

“It’ just..” he interrupts you “I don’t get why she kept that information from him when she knew she was pregnant at the time.” He lectures while pointing his beer at the TV.

“I- what?”

“The chick from the show! I get that he’s an asshole, but you’d think she’d get off ‘er fucking high horse an’ tell him about the pregnancy, definitely knowing she’s cursed or some shit, wasn’t that her? The one who got cursed last season? Or was that the evil twin sister or something? I can’t fucking listen for one more second about how- what?”

You can’t control your giggles as you hop into a squat on the couch next to him and poke his cheek.

“The fuck you laughing at, brat?” he warns.

Your giggles die down a bit before you crawl over to him and he instinctively places his hands around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

“You’re such a cute hypocrite, Toji. My big strong scary man who supposedly only likes serious content” you chuckle.

“ ‘s not my fault you put this shit on every day, it gets in my head”

“Yeah okay. ‘s not like you're actually invested” you grin at him.

He snorts at that. “You’re a fucking headache, y’know that, sweetheart” he sighs while kissing the top of your head.

You lean into him and smile into his broad tobacco scented chest.

“Yeah right back at ya, dollface”.

Oh, he swears he’s going to wipe that smile off your face later that night when he gets his payback in the bedroom. Or the dinner table. Or the couch after just one more episode. So, for now, however..

“Put the damn show back on, so I can at least know how this shit plays out."

You stifle a laugh as you shuffle in his lap so you’re facing the TV and you press play.

He swears he hates these things, he really does. He’s not invested. He’s putting up with your weird habits. Because god, does he love you. And maybe your dumb little drama series as well.

Hobie brown drawing I did for art class 💪🏼🎸

thinking about reader who never accepts any of gojo’s expensive gifts so gojo has to find roundabout ways of making sure that they accept them. he goes all out for different occasions and he’ll even go out of his way to make up random anniversaries as an excuse to buy expensive things for you. just gojo coming up to you with a gift you know is expensive just looking at the wrapping and when you go to reject him, he gives you a sad puppy dog face telling you how you can’t reject a gift he got for your anniversary and you just look at him like???? what anniversary??? he’ll pout and be like babe you don’t remember??? he’ll give you the saddest face ever while you’re internally panicking about an anniversary you forgot before he slyly tells you that you have to accept the gift for breaking his heart. then he proceeds to distract you from thinking anything more about the so called anniversary you’ve supposedly forgotten. gojo who just wants to buy you things and make you as happy as possible. gojo who wants to make your heart feel as full as his. gojo who thought that happiness like this wouldn’t ever be meant for him. gojo satoru who’s just in love.