Gojo Satoru X Fem!reader (continued)

→ Gojo Satoru x Fem!reader (continued)

Genre: NSFW 18+, FWB, sort of college AU, basically smut with plot including a disgusting amount of fluff.

Notes: A continuation of this piece I wrote but one could be read without the other. Also I didn’t have time to thoroughly edit, sorry.

Warning: 18+, smut including explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex (f!receiving), praise. Smoking marijuana and slight mentions of self sabotaging behaviour/depression (if you squint). Readers discretion is advised.

WC: 5.5k

Satoru frowned, trying hard to ignore the disturbance and continue sleeping, but it was no use. He grudgingly lifted his head off the pillow and turned to look at the door with squinted and sleepy eyes, expecting to see a crying Megumi standing there, sniffling about how he had a bad dream. But instead, his eyes landed on the frame laying across from him, reminding him that somehow he’d managed to get you to stay the night.

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jjk men + tities

all characters aged up!

satoru gojo- likes biting. laughs if you wince. spends a lot of time just sucking on your titties, often falls asleep to it.

suguru geto- likes pinching. also likes flicking the nipple, twsting and pinching it. more of a finger guy then a mouth guy.

nanami kento- offers to massage your boobs and sometimes squeezes it roughly but then soothes it after. he has gropey hands *thumbs up*

toji fushiguro- this man is dirty. likes sucking on your titties with your top on and bites too. all to rile you up and leave you with your hands tied behind your back

itadori yuuji- likes peppering kisses all over it and giggles. likes to softly caress it and lay his head on it

megumi fushiguro- like to see boobs jiggle and recoil. he likes it bouncy and flicks it up and down with his finger

inumaki toge- likes licking it. his technique makes everything a lot more magical and it feels something akin to an electric shock, although pleasurable.

yuta okkotsu- another biter. but kisses it tpp. like bite-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-BITE-laugh-kiss, like that

noritoshi kamo- likes to mark you as his so leaves loads of hickeys, especially on the titty. bites and draws blood so that he can control you with his technique

choso kamo- likes to kiss it. and kitten licks all over it. sometimes just buries his face and goes to sleep

Splintered Heart

Pairing: Kazuha x reader, Ayato x reader (could be both in a way?)

Genre: Arranged marriage, angst

✧ this a Fu Hua theme blog✧

Kazuha's pinky is curled around yours, a soft smile on his face as his cheeks are painted with a faint blush.

"Together, forever." He grins as you blink at him surprised before nodding your head as you return his excited smile as you look at the strand of grass tied around your ring finger.

You look back at him as you could see the love in his gaze as he stares back at you. "Together, forever."

He leans in to give you a tiny peck on the cheek as you both smile shyly at each other.

Oh, the ignorance of children.

"Y/n, will you be able to sign these in Ayato's place? I can't seem to find him." You look back to see Thoma scratching the back of his head, in his hands are a few documents that needed to be signed. Smiling, you nod your head, "of course, here let's go to my office." You says, Thoma following closely behind as you pass some of the guards who give him a side glance but you pay no attention to them.

"So you say that you can't find Ayato anywhere?" Glancing back, Thoma nods his head and you look back with a tiny smile on your lips. Fulling knowing where he was at, he was with that Oni friend of his, Itto, so you decided that he can rest and you'll take on the workload for today.

"I see, that's unfortunate but no worries. I will take on the work for today so let's get to work shall we?"

You open the door and he closes it behind him, your hand gesturing him to sit down as you look over the documents.

"Will these be all? Or is there anymore?" You read the papers, your eyes scanning the words before you read a familiar request. Narrowing your eyes at this but don't say anything, you just sign the paper with your signature, making sure it was neat and formal.

"Those will be all of now."

Thoma stands up and hands you a box that usually keep stored away unless it was needed. Unlocking the box, you pull out a Dendro vision and clip it to the back of your kimono's ribbon.

"Since it was Ayaka's request to see a demonstration welcome event for any travelers that may come to visit, I will go today." You say, making sure the vision wouldn't fall out before walking outside.

"You can stay here and rest, Thoma. I'm sure you're tired from running around doing errands for everyone." You could see him shaking his head, "no, there's no need my lady."

You let out a laugh at this, and he sighs, knowing he won't win this. "Alright, I'll stay here and relax. But at least let me see you out."

You two walk out estate and over to the entrance, "I'll be back soon make sure to make dinner and prepare a bath for Ayato when he return!" You wave at him before walking away, humming a tune to yourself as you walk through the forest, ignoring the Hilichurls that seem to hide at your presence.

Holding onto the papers, you walk all the way to the city to find people already getting the decorations ready.

Ayaka notices you from afar and she runs towards you, "Y/n, I didn't think you would accept my request." She says surprised, you hand her the paperwork, which she looks over to see your signature on it. She smiles at this shyly, but it was filled with thankfulness. You knew she loved anything related to flowers and always loved seeing you in action with your vision.

You grin at this, ruffling her hair softly before getting your wrists ready, "come on, we're familiar, it's been like that for years." You say, "anyways, let's go to Ritou to practice that grad opening you have planned out. I've been itching to use my vision again."

She nods her head at this.

The two of you head over there, making small talk between you two until you spot a few children who seemed to have spotted you. Their small legs carry them to you two and behind your fan, you smile as Ayaka gives you a side glance.

"Y/n! Y/n! We haven't seen you in a long time!" They chirp happily and with a snap of your finger, all of them are holding their favorite flower and they're at awe at this.

"You have cool powers! I wished I get a Dendro vision too so I can have powers like you." You giggle at this, brushing off their compliments with a wave of your hand. "Nonsense, you're all worthy for a better vision but enough of that, you four will help me and Ayaka with the hard entrance of the festival for all the new people visiting, how about it?"

The joyful glint in their eyes was enough to know their answers, so you walk forward with Ayaka behind you shortly, the children behind her as well.

"We get to help!" People around you all watch in disbelief.

"Lady Y/n seems to be more healthy this year," a pair of woman whisper to each other, one of them smack their lips together, "can't she just drop dead already? Isn't that like her illness or something? Surely Lord Ayato would want a healthy wife—"

Speak of the devil, here he comes.

"On the contrary, she's the perfect wife by far. It would be a shame to let a woman like herself slip through my fingers." Ayato's voice is hard behind them and they freeze up, they were caught taking ill about his wife, especially that they wished for death upon her.

"We're sorry, my lord, we were just joking—" they tried to play around but the stern look on his face was enough to say he didn't believe them.

Despite his formally and polite appearance to the public, he glares at them with disgust, "I advise to not talk ill about my wife in such a manner again or else I will be taking action against you two for making such death threats." He scoffs, walking away as he follows his sister and Y/n from a distance, smiling as he watches the h/c haired laughing happily with his little sister.

"No one is to judge you, my dear, they don't have the slightest idea what you have been through." He says to himself. "The heart breaks and cruelty...."

He sees you grow flowers of all kinds as Ritou is soon filled with them and he knees down to pick up a Cecelia, "....someone like you deserved better."

A/n: reposting this cuz I was shadowbanned and if this does well, I'll post the second part just to see I'm not still shadowbanned in a way.

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𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞. | 𝐠.𝐬.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x reader ft. megumi fushiguro

𝐰𝐜: 1.4k

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: its a piece of cake to bake a cake, as long as you follow the recipe—or, gojo satoru was never the best at following instructions, but at least he tries.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐰: fluff, hurt/comfort, fear of growing up, minor existential crisis, one suggestive line, no-curse au, gojo adopts megumi au (?), pls let me know if I miss anything!

𝐚/𝐧: this was supposed to be comedic but it ended up being a bit sad LMFAO im actually a little scared to post this bc I had no beta review this...ill probably post it and never look at it again lol but pls let me know what you thought!

Constant huffing, with a desperate groan sprinkled here and there, caught your attention the moment you set foot inside the apartment. All lights, except for the kitchen's, were turned off. A distinct smell of baked goods—or slightly burnt goods, if you will—filled the entranceway, and you followed blindly.

Finally gracing the kitchen with your presence, the image in front of you left you mildly speechless. In front of you, was Gojo Satoru, hair tousled and hands shaky, his back was bent over at a weird angle so his eye line would match the edge of the counter, all his attention was on steadying the piping bag he held with a shaky hand.

It was adorable, the way the tip of his tongue would poke out, with his brows furrowed in the utmost concentration. Multicoloured icing stained his pretty face, highlighting the roundness of his cheeks. He held in a breath as if that would make his piping technique any less disastrous.

Still, despite how cute Satoru looked trying to make fancy patterns with dainty nozzles, seeing your boyfriend trying to do anything remotely kitchen-y threw you off. You wouldn’t say he was banned from entering the premises, but unless he intended to grab a snack—which meant taking the whole container of sugar to the couch and eating spoonfuls of it at a time while watching over-the-top dramas—he wouldn’t be caught dead cooking up anything more complicated than a bowl of cereal.

Lighting pans on fire, somehow fucking up any sort of boxed mac-n-cheese and burning a hole into Nanami's shirt that one time you decided to host a dinner party was enough to name Gojo Satoru as an absolute menace—and not in the fun kinky way.

So, you couldn’t really help but reveal yourself to him without giving it much thought. After all, he looked like he was in dire need of aid, and you were slightly needy after dropping Megumi off at the Itadori’s for a sleepover. Imagine your surprise when rather than being met with your usually clingy boyfriend, you were faced with Gojo Satoru, the newest member of The Great British Bake-off, instead.

“What are you doing?”

If looks could kill, your funeral invites would be ready by tomorrow morning. You could read the news headlines already, Cold-blooded murder! Find out what happens when you ruin your boyfriend’s piece of cake.

“What am I doing?! I’m trying my best!” He whined, placing one of his hands on his hip.

Now that he stood up to his full height, you could appreciate the image of him more clearly. The icing covered most parts of his face, varying from pastel to vivid colours. Over his lounging clothes, he was wearing the frilly pink apron he had bought for Nanami as a joke. It was a bit big on him, his built objectively smaller than that of his friend, but the pretty pink colour matched his azure orbs, made them pop—it reminded you of that time he let Megumi and his friends do his makeup with the chalky palette Nobara had brought to play with. You would’ve relished in the memory of Gojo getting his skin irritated by the spongy eyeshadow applicator if it wasn’t for the groan of frustration ripping through his pillowy pout.

“Baking is stupid, and I hate it.” He punctuated his statement with a slight kick of his foot. As soon as you left, fussing over Megumi and repeatedly checking whether he packed his toothbrush, he had started pulling all sorts of baking utensils. Clanking bowls and measuring cups, random sized spatulas were all evenly spread out; aesthetically pleasing if you will.

How hard could it truly be? After watching you countless times dance around the kitchen, effortlessly mixing up ingredients while humming a tune, he was sure this would be just another easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy task. You would fall in love with him all over again, Shoko would probably stop smoking, and Suguru would finally agree to add his initials—maybe even a picture of his face, who knows? —to his tattoo collection; everyone around him would be astounded, clapping and cheering, all because of his impeccable culinary skills.

Right?

Wrong

Baking was harder than you, and most people on those cooking shows made it seem. It wasn't just about tossing random powdery ingredients onto a bowl. No, they had a designated order apparently, who would've thought. But alas, he managed to mix some cake batter with decent consistency and shove it in the oven without giving it much thought. Fortunately for him, making icing was even harder! The universe was definitely on his side on this one.

The half-hearted laughter he let out was painful to hear, a wet smile gracing his features. It took you less than a second to react; his silence meant he was beating himself up, and you'd rather die than let his mind mill him to a pulp.

With gentle steps, you walked around the island counter. Leaning against the sink next to him, you grabbed his sticky hand in comfort. Rubbing circles with your thumb always seemed to calm him down.

“I—” He sighed, sounding almost defeated as he looked at the mess he made. The number of times he had scraped frosting from the cake had sanded it down considerably; reusing the same frosting to the point where the crumbs had thickened the original texture. Moreover, the constant mixing could only result in a chaos of colours. He had run out of ingredients to make some more icing, so he had to make do with the shades of brownish-green, grey, and pastel blue—that somehow had managed to survive the massacre. “I was just baking a cake for Gumi,”

“I know he went over to Yuuji’s to celebrate his birthday at midnight and all that,” he refused to make eye contact with you, staring at the ceiling like the solution to his dilemma would come out of the paint-covered concrete. “But I- I just wanted him to come back home to something sweet, you know? Sing happy birthday and all that.”

Lowering his gaze towards the floor, he made it seem as if he was cleaning icing from his face, instead of wiping the tears that threatened to spill.

“He’s growing so fast and I just,” he sniffled “I’m scared he’s starting to leave us— I don’t want him to leave us behind.”

Raising his hand to your mouth, you pressed a chaste kiss to his knuckles. You nuzzled yourself closer to his body, trying to eliminate as much space separating the both of you as possible.

“I think there’s a 24-hour market close by,” It felt like hours before you broke the silence. Sometimes all he needed was you, no words uttered, just sharing each other’s warmth. Sometimes he’d prefer the silence, and even so, it seemed like you always managed to sense whenever he was ready to come back to earth; face his fears and all that jazz. “They sell the pretty sparklers you both like.”

And it was after an arduous night of baking—appreciating the way you would guide his hands while whisking and pouring, patiently teaching him the basics; never mocking his mistakes, but softly giggling with him at the little mishaps, and sharing tender kisses here and there.

After opening the door, the next morning, holding the cake as Megumi made its way inside the house. Obnoxiously singing happy birthday, voice cracking in the you, as one does. Admiring the way, the sparklers lit up his pretty green eyes—that weren’t his nor yours but which, regardless of that, held speckles of your unconditional love.

After sharing what felt like the longest hug, and hearing bits and pieces of what he thought sounded like I love you, dad, thank you for being here.

After watching the way Megumi ran into your arms, whispering those same words to you—minus the word dad of course—and holding you tightly because it was also you who gave him the world.

It was after all that, that he felt the gap in his chest beginning to mend itself; the worries he had tried to bear on his own—because he refused to share such irrationalities for a while; you’d probably scold him for bottling up his feelings again—dissipating slowly.

It was inevitable. Megumi would leave you two eventually, but the love he felt for you would never extinguish; not as long as he lives.

YOU, ME, US - TOJI F.

husband! Toji x fem! reader

CW: SFW, hurt/comfort, self doubts, fluff fluffff!!, age gap (reader is 18-19, Toji is around 40), Toji being a house husband! Toji may be OOC but I just want to write fluff so leave me aloneeeeee.

AN: For a special girl of mine, @p-antomime

Arranged marriage is a common practice between the world of sorcerers. Arranged marriage for power, politics, clan's business. Yours were to be married to Toji, to clear out the financial issues your clan had. Why he chose you out of all, you never know or understood the reasoning. But you were expecting a harsh treatment because of the pitying glances and whispers between your maids on how the Zenin clan works. Worst of all, you found out he had a wife before and they got divorced due to the clan's intervention, or so the rumours said. And you know he has a child, a teenage boy around your age to be exact.

When you don't know the reason why Toji chose you, it's always had been known to the man itself. To him, it was because you're supposed to get married to Naoya, the worst of all Zenin, but the first time he saw you, a bright eyed, full of wonder wandering around the Zenin's clan property, he knew he needed to get you before Naoya ruins you.

Was it a fatherly instinct? The need to protect the childlike wonder in your eyes and not wanting the Zenin's clan reputation and treatment to tarnish you, for hating the thoughts of Naoya ruining you until your eyes are as empty as a cave. He doesn't know what it was, but he knew even from back then he HAD to have you in his hold, his arms to protect.

Naoya would had fought if it weren't Toji's personal request (remember that it's canon how Naoya holds deep respect for Toji) so he let it go after several temper tantrums and chosing someone else after throwing a snide remark that you don't look like a virgin at all, which Toji had to refrain from punching him for the sake of protecting the agreement.

Imagine your suprise when Toji treats you softly, unlike how you always heard about the Zenin's treatments. He didn't forced you to have sex with him, not even during the first night after the wedding, where he just softly smiled at you and said goodnight. Not only that, he even allows you to have your own space and room too, not needing to sleep beside him.

But because of that, insecurities begins to crawl itself inside your heart and mind. The 'What Ifs' played itself inside your mind like a broken record.

"What if he's doing this bcs he's not interested in you?"

"What if this marriage is just a joke to him?"

While he did treated you nicely, for you it feels like there's a wedge between you both, a line neither of you willing to cross over.

And that, that's what makes the tears fall every night inside your room. Again, unknown to you, Toji listens to your heart wrenching sobs every night, asking himself what the fuck he did wrong or messed up and how can he fix it.

One day Toji had enough of your sleepless night, crying into your pillow, not knowing the root of the problem. He confronts you in the morning, asking what was wrong with you and if he did something wrong.

Maybe it was the fear of him, or the tone of his voice was a bit tad louder than you're used to, but it does ignites a fear inside you. But you are you. The sole heiress of your clan, you should not be weak.

So what you did was, you took a deep breath before asking him, if you are or ever had been enough for him? Or was the marriage is just a running inside joke to him and the clan?

Toji was flabbergasted to say the most. Because while he was expecting you to call him out on his cold demeanour, he never thought you would ever felt that way.

Sighing, Toji knew he has to clear things up with you. He, unexpected to you, hugs you and apologising for the all neglect you felt while kissing the top of your head. He sat you down, and sit down right in front of you, and told himself that he has to be fully honest with you this time around, to clear out all the fog and doubts running through your pretty little mind.

He told you about his ex-wife, how she cheated on him with one of the clan members causing them both to get divorced. How the relationship with his son got strained because of that. Then he told you about the day he first saw you, how your innocent demeanour and wonderlike nature should never be tarnish with how Zenin's clan reputation and treatment.

How he put you at arms length bcs he didn't know how you actually feels with the arranged marriage, being sold by your clan to settle their debts only because you're the sole heiress.

With you trying absorb all these information in, Toji decided to leave you be and prepare the meal he was preparing before the confrontation. Snapping out from your thoughts, you can feel the tears running as realisation fully hits you and the images, the memories of him doing even the smallest thing runs through your head the way he lets you to have your own garden, full of linum lewisii, your favourite flower, how he would pick a fresh one each day to decorate the kitchen table. You turn towards Toji, only to see him at the kitchen aisle. You rushed towards him and apologising over and over to which he chuckled at and shook his head. He took your palm in his, focusing on your finger where your wedding ring, a ring with his eye colour as the colour of the stone stayed.

"Well, now that we got that part cleared out, do you mind marrying me again? No arrangement, no clan business. Just you and me."

gojou x f!reader

summary - gojou does manage to escape from his current manga situation(not mentioned in detail) but takes severe injury to his spine and holes up in one of his empty mansions. you pull him out of his depression nest, literally and metaphorically.

warnings - SMUT(minors dni) margarita mix, daddy kink, reader’s in her twenties, gojou’s in his early thirties, so if that kind of age gap bugs you there’s that, lots of chronic pain talk, lots of healing, honestly, very soft for me. mention of an old fashioned arranged marriage. manga spoilers.

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door, shifting your weight on the stoop in front of his house. No ones seen him for weeks, and judging by the mail you found piling up in the little green mailbox at the end of the driveway he hasn’t been going out much. You knock, and hear how easily the sound is swallowed in the monster of a house, the mansion at the top of the hill was hulking and dark in the otherwise bright landscape. No answer. 

“Hello!” You call, “Hello um, they sent me to um, to help you!” No answer. You wait a few more minutes, but an early fall breeze rears its head in late summer, and you try the knob as you shiver. To your surprise, the door creaks open. You step inside, the house is filthy. Cobwebs on the corners of the high ceilings, dust has gathered on every wooden surface, and the gloom extends the further you move through the hallway. It must have been beautiful once, ornate, even, but something about it doesn’t feel like a home, there’s something empty here that even the large heavy furniture doesn’t fill. “Hello,”  you call again, “Hello, ah, Gojou-sama!” You hear slight movement upstairs and resolve to follow it. You keep your guard up, checking over your shoulder as you move up the huge entrance staircase, and then down the first hallway on the right towards the sound you heard. You come to a pair of double doors with intricate carvings, and realize this must be the master bedroom. “Gojou-sama?” You hear a soft groan, and push the door open. 

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