Hi Hope Youre Doing Well!!! I Wanted To Ask If You Could Write A Scenario With Gojo And Fem Reader Where

Hi hope you‘re doing well!!! I wanted to ask if you could write a scenario with Gojo and fem reader where she‘s lying on the bed reading and he wants her attention and she just grabs him and let‘s him cuddle her while she‘s reading I CAN‘T STOP THINKING ABT THIS

used to it — gojo satoru x gn!reader

despite all your complains, huffs, and eye rolls, you never truly found satoru’s affection bothersome. in fact, you found it very endearing and cute how he can be so openly infatuated with you.

in the beginning, you thought that perhaps his theatrics were blown out of proportion. that while yes he did want your attention, he surely didn’t want it that much.

but you were wrong, so very wrong.

you remember that one time you had left early to get some groceries, leaving satoru in the bed alone. in your defense, you were going as quickly as you could.

“I gotta go back before satoru realizes I am not in bed!”

you underestimated him. because the very moment he woke up, he looked around for you, under the bed, in the cupboards, and even in the chimney. his brows furrowed when there was no sign of you.

he whispered, eyes going through the room once again, but to no avail, “yn?”

his lips quickly formed into a pout and he whined—loudly, “y/n?!”

you instantly got a call from one very sad gojo satoru who was whining and complaining about how you left him all alone to fend for himself for hours and hours on end. you had checked the time right after that.

it had been 20 minutes.

anyways, you’re not new to gojo’s massive need for love and affection. you can also proudly say that you learned how to satiate him while not troubling yourself.

let’s take today as an example.

the new volume of your favorite book had finally dropped. so you sent a text to satoru telling him that you would be busy for tonight.

of course, that is unacceptable in his book so he told you that he would go to your house after he was done with his mission.

you were able to finish a couple of chapters before he finally burst through the door, exclaiming, “the world’s most eligible bachelor is here!”

you send a small smile his way and swiftly continue reading your book. he pouts, sulky about the lack of attention, “babe?”

“mhm?”

getting a mic out from god knows where, he clears his throat and delivers the best performance of his life, “I want your love and I want your revenge—“

silently, you pull him into your arms.

satoru tends to forget how strong you’re—especially because of all the things you go through as a sorcerer—,but he happily buries his face in the crook of your neck with a smile plastered on his pretty face, “you don’t want me to serenade you?”

you chuckle, “not really, and with bad romance out of everything?”

he gasps, offended, “I will have you know that lady gaga is an absolute icon!”

with a roll of your eyes, you continue silently reading while resting the book on his back—you doubt it weights anything to him though.

a few beats pass before satoru gazes up at your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “how was your day, pretty?”

“good,” you murmur then you kiss the top of his head and push it back to your chest. he welcomes it before he slightly turns his head and mumbles, “okay, so I should shut up?”

a giggle escapes your lips as you nod and start carding your fingers through his hair. he hums, murmuring a small ‘i love you’, before falling silent once again.

you assume that he is asleep. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you hug him a little tighter and gladly continue reading your book.

a grin breaks out on your face; you’re finally getting to the good part!

you quickly turn the page and your eyes dart to the beginning of the page in unbelievable speed. a gasp almost escapes your lips as you realize that the character has—

“y/n, how many chickens would it take to be able to kill a lion?”

the character has had enough of the husband and is about to murder him in his sleep.

“I mean like have you ever thought about—wait, babe, I am sorry, don’t hurt me—“

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。FAMILY SECRETS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fem! + mom! reader, reader is referred to as “mommy” and “wife,” girl dad toru <3, family shenanigans in the grocery store that are unfortunately inescapable when your husband is gojo satoru

“ok,” you nod, looking over your grocery list. “i think that’s everything—”

“mommy, can we please get this,” your daughter looks up at you pleadingly, tugging at your sleeve as she holds a bag of candy—she has satoru’s eyes, wide and blue and so easy to give into. you look at her for a moment before pursing your lips.

“no, satoru. we can’t get this bag of candy.” you turn to the devil himself, glaring at him as he whistles innocently.

“what’re you lookin’ at me for, sweetheart? our little peanut here wants—”

“satoru.”

“fine,” he deflates. you pinch your nose as you sigh.

satoru, in his thirty plus years of life, has surprisingly never had a cavity for how much sugar he consumes. he’s good at taking care of himself, he argues, there’s no chance he’d ever get a cavity. that is, until recently. he visits the dentist and has not one, but two cavities—you think this is a rather alarming sign that he needs to cut back on the sweets, so you take matters into your own hands.

and, well….he’s not handling it very brightly.

“you thought i’d cave just because you tricked our daughter into asking?” you raise a brow, making him huff as he pouts.

“what kind of heartless soul could say no to those eyes?” he asks in disbelief, waving a hand at the small carbon copy of your husband as she blinks up at you, “i mean look at her! she doesn’t deserve the word no.”

“she definitely needs the word no so she doesn’t end up spoiled like you. and i’ve had plenty of practice,” you shoot blandly, “i’ve said no to your eyes all these years haven’t i?”

“even crazier,” he mutters, “i have the most adorable eyes, how could you say no?”

“it’s pretty easy if you ask me,” you shrug.

most people tend to call satoru arrogant—humble is not usually used in the same sentence as gojo satoru. evidently, they’ve never watched him interact with you before—you always find a way to humble him. he’s starting to think he’s the butt of every joke in his own marriage.

“please, baby?” he pouts deeper, “i’ve been good! i floss!”

“no.”

“what if i fold the laundry for a month?” he bats his lashes.

that’s tempting, you have to admit. folding laundry is a very boring job, you’re more than happy to hand it over to satoru for a bag of candy that barely dents your wallet. but then you find your resolve again, crossing your arms as you stare at him unimpressed.

“no, satoru.”

“two months?”

“nope.”

“did you only marry me for my looks?” he asks in disbelief, “because there’s not one ounce of love in that heart of yours.”

“this is for your own good, satoru,” you say firmly, “you had two cavities. how much sugar have you been consuming lately? and don’t think i don’t notice you skipping meals when you’re busy—a chocolate bar does not replace lunch.”

you’re glaring at him, drilling him for his health choices that are not his fault—he’s a busy guy, and he can’t help that a chocolate bar on his way to a mission is all he can squeeze in sometimes. maybe a protein bar would be a better option, but they’re not as tasty, and satoru thinks he deserves to be happy. and then, from the end of the aisle, you hear a few snickers coming from passerby’s. he pouts deeper at the thought of being laughed at as he gets scolded by his wife in the middle of the breakfast aisle.

“what’s the point of living if you’re gonna be miserable?” he groans, “we might as well just start going to bed at nine pm too, while we’re at it. and—”

“that’s actually a lovely idea,” you hum thoughtfully, “you certainly could use the sleep, couldn’t you?”

he glares at you petulantly, sulking as you grab the bag from your daughter’s and put it on the shelf—it’s not the right place, but taking a trip to the candy aisle to place it where it belongs is only venturing deeper into the lion’s den. you’re not letting satoru have more options to choose from.

“you seein’ this, angel?” he turns to your daughter, “you see how mean mommy is? she’s not letting us have candy. make sure you remember that when i ask you who’s your favorite again.”

you roll your eyes, snorting. satoru asks her playfully one night who the favorite parent is—it’s a meaningless question, meant to be a joke and nothing else. you’re sure he expects her to say both—but he gets his feelings severely hurt when she giggles and points to you, staring in disbelief as you grin in victory and kiss her cheeks. you even rub salt on the wound when you mumble she’s your favorite baby too.

he’s starting to really think he’s a victim in his own household.

“but mommy gives me candy,” she tilts her head in confusion.

oh no. she’s not supposed to say that—she promised not to say that. why can’t children ever keep a filter on their words? and why can’t they keep their promises?

almost like in slow motion, both of your eyes widen. satoru pauses. you start to sweat. he turns to face you slowly, in abject disbelief.

“what?” you laugh nervously, “no i don’t! we don’t have any candy at home—”

“she keeps it in her drawer!” your daughter adds, as if she wants to see your downfall.

you love your daughter, you really do—but sometimes you think motherhood is a punishment for whatever sin it is that you’ve committed in your previous life. satoru crosses his arms and taps his foot.

“what happened to we’ll all give up sweets together so you’re not alone, toru,” he mocks your voice, squinting at you accusingly. “so we’re a family of liars now?”

“toru, listen—”

“i trusted you.”

“baby—”

“what happened to our wedding vows? what happened to in sickness and in death? a little cavity is enough to change all that? i’m scared to think what you’d do if i lost an arm.”

“well, you’re not the strongest for nothing,” you point out, chuckling nervously, “so we have nothing to worry about there.”

“i can’t believe you,” he spits, turning away from you with crossed arms and a quiet hmph.

“toru, you can’t expect us all to give up sugar just because you can’t stop making poor health choices,” you argue exasperatedly.

so what if you secretly enjoy a kitkat here and there? you deserve it for dealing with not one, but two children at home every single day—sometimes three if shoko comes over, her lifestyle choices aren’t any better. satoru should let you enjoy a piece of candy or two until he fixes his terrible habits that could very well set a terrible example for your very young and impressionable daughter.

“well, i have adult money of my own,” satoru huffs, “and as an adult, i’ll be purchasing my own candy to hide in my own drawer that i won’t share with you since we’re now apparently a family that doesn’t think sharing is caring.”

“i don’t know if i’m raising one child or two,” you sigh tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face.

satoru grabs the bag of candy off the shelf, promptly placing it in the cart before walking off ahead of you as he pushes it. your daughter grabs your hand and smiles, tugging you along.

“c’mon mommy,” she says brightly, “you said we can go to the park!”

—————— BONUS ——————

“are you serious, satoru?” you ask incredulously, watching as he comes back to sit on the other end of the bench, ice cream cone in hand.

he didn’t even bring you one—what an asshole.

“oh sorry,” he shrugs, “i figured you and our daughter were planning on getting ice cream on your own without me. since, you know, apparently you guys love to have lots of things without me.”

“you’re being so dramatic—”

“i want ice cream too!” you hear a small voice call from the distance, making you turn to your daughter as she sprints over to you from the playground, eyeing the cone in satoru’s hand.

“you heard her,” he drawls, licking at his strawberry ice cream mockingly, “why don’t you go buy her a secret cone. i won’t look.”

being a single mom of two is a full time job, you think, you didn’t sign up for this.

guess who has two cavities ?? a certain brother of mine. guess who’s entire household has to give up sweets now for their brother’s inability to have proper dental hygiene ?? if you guessed me, you might just be psychic :O

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HERE R MINEE!! i love autumn sm its so pretty i love going on walks when its fall ❤️❤️

you and your f/o are going on a bookstore date on a fine autumn day! share your outfit ideas👀 these are mine 🍂

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Hello~

Are you taking request for Weak Hero???

Because I've got one!!

If yes, can I request Donald Na spending a last day with his sunshine girlfriend?? (Let's just say she's dying lol)

(sunshine - bright, stay positive type of a person)

first love/late spring

cw: angst, mention of character death featuring: donald na

a/n: hiii!! tysm for the request, the idea is so sad 😭😭hope you enjoy!! lmk how this is! < 33

"so please, hurry, leave me.. i can't breathe.. please don't say you love me" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'no.' was his first thought. 'no, no, no, no. this can't be happening.. not again..' he thinks. donald stares at you with wide eyes as you tell him the news. "i have leukemia." you say, looking down at your hands. "...what?" he asks quietly, eyes wide. "no.. no you- i-.." he trails off. his eyes start to water as he thinks of his mother, laying in the hospital bed on life-support.

as if you can read his mind, you say, "the doctor said chemotherapy is helpful, and the five-year survival rate is 65%. it'll probably go away with chemo, it's okay." you say, rubbing his back soothingly. "it'll be okay, donald." you add, placing a kiss on his temple.

"yeah, yeah.. it's okay, you're okay, you're fine, yeah.. it'll be okay.." he mumbles, trying to convince himself. .・。.・゜✭・.

that was 4 years ago, and things weren't looking good. you were losing your memory, your skin was pale, you were losing you appetite as swallowing became painful, you were losing weight, and it was harder to breathe.

donald visited whenever he could, but it became harder as the union grew. he took a few weeks off to spend time with you. there wasn't much left anyway.

donald sat by your bed holding you hand and placing soft kisses on it as he watched you rest. your cheeks had become hollow, your body frail. the doctor had informed him you didn't have much time left, a few days at most.

"donald..? is that you..?" you whisper. "yeah, i'm here.." he responds, softly. "what about your meeting?" you asked. "i already went.." he smiled, lying through his teeth. the meeting was 3 weeks ago. but he couldn't find it in his heart to correct you.

bang...bang..

"oh, hey! look, fireworks!" you beam, your eyes lighting up as you looking out the window. "is today something special?" you ask. "no.. i don't think so.." he responds. "hmm, i wonder what they're for.." you trail off. donald couldn't say the same, he set them up after all, knowing how much you enjoy watching them.

"when i go, i hope i go out just as beautifully.." you sigh, gazing out the window. "i'd like it if you didn't go at all.." he mumbles, watching your smile.

that's when reality hit for donald, you really were going. and it scared him.

"donald, i.." you begin, looking at your intertwined hands. 'please don't say it..' he thought. "i think i'm ready now.." you say, giving him a sheepish smile. 'fuck..that's even worse..'

"okay..." he starts, voice cracking as he tries to stay strong for you. and because he's loves you, he lets you say it. "i love you.."

"i love you too.." he says, covering his eyes with a hand in an attempt to hide his tears. "it'll be okay.. i'll be with you.." you begin. "in here," you point to his forehead, "and in here." you finish, pointing to his heart. and with that, you let sleep overtake you.

and you were right, maybe not in the way you meant it, but when he wakes up and your heart is no longer beating, the first places to hurt are his head and heart.

HII TYSM FOR THE TAG <33

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Seong Taehoon x Reader: Happy Birthday! (feat Hansu)

G/N. Fluffy and a lil cracky. For @razypie informing us it's this dickhead's bday.

Taehoon blinks at the scene before him. This... this was not what he expected to come home to.

Sweat clinging to your skin and you in a skimpy top, giggling with his dad like you're both the best of friends, Hansu peering down at you fondly.

Standing a bit too close for comfort. Nudging him with your elbows like you're both in on a joke Taehoon is definitely not a part of.

You've made comments about his dad being a DILF before. About how good looking he is-

No. Fuck no. This is not that sort of scene. This is not his life.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Taehoon's voice alerts you to his presence, snapping you both out of your conversation. You both turn to him with matching guilty expressions, the easy atmosphere from seconds ago completely gone.

"Son," Hansu sounds uncertain, "You're back early."

Back early?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Seriously. What the fuck-"

"Hold on, assho- Taehoon," You change your wording in the nick of time. It is his birthday after all.

Your boyfriend stares incredulously at you. Don't think he didn't catch on to your insult.

"Just..." you stride over to Taehoon, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a way of greeting (which he stubbornly does not lean down to make it any easier for you), pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the sofa. "We won't be long."

How dare you manhandle Taehoon. How dare you push him about in his own home

Fine. Fucking fine.

He plops down on the sofa. Scowl on his face and arms folded tight. Eyes glued to you and Hansu still visible through the doorway.

He sits and stares. Stares and sits. Five minutes pass. Then ten.

What sort of fucking birthday is this? Taehoon wonders if he's too old for a tantrum. But that's exactly what you and his dad deserve. You get him at his brattiest worst for ignoring him.

As Taehoon makes up his mind and about to leap over and give you two a piece of his mind-

You come out holding a wooden tray with dishes precariously balanced.

Fried eggs. Kimchi Stew. Fried Rice. Grilled Spam. Gukbap. All his favourites.

Oh. Right. This would have taken ages. This is what you two have been preparing. He's been too blinded by his annoyance to even notice the cooking.

Hansu follows shortly afterwards with a cake.

"Dad and I have been slaving in the kitchen for you, you ungrateful brat," you grin, no bite in your words and giving Taehoon's knee a fond squeeze.

(Both men twitch at you referring to Hansu as dad. No matter how many times, it still catches them both off guard.

And it's only thanks to a lifetime of training that Hansu doesn't drop the cake.)

"Happy Birthday!" you and Hansu say in unison.

Taehoon swallows down the lump in his throat. Anger he's used to. This- this he is not. His nostrils absolutely do not burn, his eyes do not sting.

His voice also doesn't crack when he says,

"...Thanks."