CAN I REQUEST Y/N IGNORING GOJO LMAOOO. OKAY BUT FR- Y/n's SOO MAD AT HIM FOR THE LITTLEST THINGS (ex;

CAN I REQUEST Y/N IGNORING GOJO LMAOOO. OKAY BUT FR- y/n's SOO MAD AT HIM FOR THE LITTLEST THINGS (ex; he didnt put the toilet seat down, he leaves water DRIPPING EVERYWHERE in the bathroom, his candy/lollipop wrappers are atp forming a whole mf mountain 😭😭💀💀)

morning spills┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff and tiny angst

୧ wc: 1,025

୧ synopsis: gojo receives the silent treatment because you decided that you've had enough of picking up after him.

a/n: wrappers as ATP forming a mountain STOP that's so funny but completely true!! thanks for the request anon, I had so much fun writing this one!

"Honey, are you mad at me? Why aren't you talking to me? Didn't you hear me call out to you? Have I done something wrong? Talk to me angel, I miss the sound of your voice. I'll die if I don't hear it.

C'mon, please? Please, please, please. I'll really die, I'm not kidding."

Your persistence is really getting to Gojo ever since the morning, and you had good reason to be upset at him too. From him leaving a pile of dirty socks along with yesterday's attire right next to the hamper instead of having the right mind to deposit the clothes inside it to leaving water droplet stains on the bathroom mirror from washing his face too carelessly. If that wasn't enough for your cross-popping vein to make an appearance, the evidence from his late-night snacking spread on the kitchen island definitely was.

You're at your ends meet because your husband just doesn't seem to understand the concept of picking and cleaning up after himself, no matter how many times you've addressed the issue it just wasn't something he took to heart. With Gojo, it's always "Sorry babe, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again next time," and when next time comes around it happens again and again and again. You gave him too many second chances and warning notices, and today is the day where you've finally had enough of it.

Gojo hadn't realized just how badly he screwed up until his good morning kisses privileges have been rescinded, and that's when he starts to panic 一 inwardly and outwardly. "Baby? I don't get a good morning kiss?" He tries to lighten the mood with an innocent chuckle and pretend that everything's peachy, but you can make out the sound of hurt in his voice. You brush him off and continue making yourself a cup of tea before making your way to the makeshift desk with your laptop to answer work-related emails.

Gojo is completely stunned and he doesn't know how to act. He knows you're mad at him about something that he did, and before he could put his finger on it the brimming sunlight shines on the opened jar he left out overnight and it catches his peripherals. It immediately dawns on him why you're suddenly giving him the silent treatment. "Oh, haha this? Megumi must've gotten hungry in the middle of the night, don't worry I'll clean it up right away."

Right, because Megumi moved out to the dorms and just so happened to drop by in the middle of the night. You pay no mind to him as you fixate on the lines of text on your screen and sip on your warm beverage every so often.

Much to your surprise, Gojo does as he says instead of leaving the condiments and sweet bread for later like he usually does. But he doesn't stop just there and decides to wipe down the countertops, unload the dishwasher and puts them away, run the next batch of laundry and fold the clean ones. He spends the entire morning being productive and doing simple chores to hopefully make up for him slacking around your shared home. Even making sure you have something to snack on before he needs to get dressed for the day.

"Here, hon. Have some water and fruits." You take a glimpse of the plate he set down and they were bunny-shaped apple slices. How can you remain upset with him after that?

Gojo gives himself a once-over of his teacher's uniform in the mirror before he makes his way to the genkan. He spends a long moment staring at you expectantly as you're typing away at your keyboard, but nothing comes of it and he goes to put on his shoes. When he looks over his shoulder again before he has to head out into the world, you're slowly approaching him from behind and his heart skips. No, it does somersaults because you're acknowledging his existence again and it's all he could ever hope and ask for when it comes to you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You offer him a demure smile for the first time today and he swears he was hit by something. He's absolutely love-struck by you and it takes him back to his first encounter with you and he's feeling giddy all over again. But Gojo loves playing coy even though he knows what's coming. There's just something about making you do or state the obvious that's simply rewarding to him.

"Hmm? What's that?"

It's a small routine you both like to do every time one of you leaves the house to head somewhere. A small gesture to let one another know that you both still love each other even if it's the last thing you'll remember. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gently pull him down into a soft and sincere kiss. The sweet and tart taste of your lips traverses him and he pulls you closer to him than humanly possible.

"Hey, I'm sorry for taking you for granted. Won't happen again... Are we good now?" He gazes down at you with an honest and hopeful expression, and you don't need to see behind his blindfold to know his cerulean hues are rippling and lustering from simply holding you. His grip and gentle squeeze on your hip signals you how sorry he is for being such a messy and inconsiderate person since you both do share the same space, and he makes the silent agreement that he'll be better from now onwards.

You nod at him slightly with upturned lips. Although you felt a little bad about how the morning started, you somehow had to get your message across to Gojo and his response to it seems like it was well-received. "Yeah, we're okay now. I shouldn't have ignored you like that either, but we each have our own faults. Make sure you don't get yourself into too much trouble out there, okay? I love you, Satoru."

"It's a promise," he hums earnestly, reaching for your hand and his pinky loops with your much smaller one. "Love you too, angel."

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."

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

Separate, ofcourse.

Until some scenario like:

Scenario #1

After Yor’s final job as the Thorn Princess is completed, Garden hoists a party in her honor, in which she gets really really drunk. First is a glass or two, and she is smiling at everything and everybody. After a bottle, she cries, emotional about having to leave her colleagues behind. After two, she confesses to Shopkeeper how much they mean to her. After three, she’s trudging back home, feeling as free as a bird, her inhibitions worn away with the drinks.

Its late at night, but not too late for Loid to be sleeping. She looks at the lights in the apartment and knows Loid left them on for her. My husband, waiting for me. The thought makes her heart race. From today on, she would not be hiding anything from him. She would finally get to be a full time wife and support him and raise Anya. How much work had he done as a good father and a mindful husband (to a wife like her, no less) managing everything with his doctoring profession of insane hours? Now she could support him without having to worry about any secrets or misunderstandings. Maybe they should go on an outing tomorrow to celebrate? Maybe she should tell him how grateful she is to him and this family for keeping her grounded.

Maybe she should tell him how much she admires him, too.

Upon arriving, Yor takes her time taking a bath and changes, donning a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, her limbs on autopilot, her mind still plenty inebriated. She switches off the lights, more out of habit of waiting for Loid for so many nights because he overworked at the hospital.  Before she heads to her room, she glances back at Loid’s. Should she check on him? Maybe he’s fallen asleep with a book on his face, or with the light still on? 

Why could she not just go into her room right now and sleep the whole day off until she could think rationally again? He’s your fake husband Yor. Fake. Husband. But she wants to see him and tell him that from this moment on she would be a real wife and mother, no shady profession on the side.

Yor shakes her head vigorously, almost enough to make herself nauseous. Room. Now. She yanks her bed room door open and closes it with enough force to rattle the doorframe. Or maybe it was her own body rattling off with this unnecessary and newfound want. She huffs out loud, cheeks flushed from both her thoughts and the drinks. She paces the room, up and down. Maybe she didn’t actually drink much at all, but her mind is making up excuses for her bizarre thoughts of wanting to bid Loid good night, or see him on his bed. Yor almost pulls her hair out of her head. She needs to sleep.

So she does, plopping on to her queen sized bed, and gets under the covers and turns off the lamp switch and arranges her pillow and tucks into a foetal position and grabs another pillow to hug and-

How empty. she thinks. How big this bed is and how much I regret ever agreeing to have separate bedrooms.

*** 

Loid isn’t asleep. 

He listens to the clock on his nightstand ticking away the seconds. He listens to the breeze and the distant sound of the still busy city. He listens to the trudging steps of his fake wife going about preparing for bed.

No, that was some time ago. He had listened to it. His mind still plays it out loud in his head and he can’t help but fret about it. 

She’d told him that it was an office party for a retired colleague of hers. She had looked positively radiating when she had prepared for the dinner. Nothing overly done, just a simple dress and almost no make-up, but she had looked nice. 

Today’s the final day Loid! she had said with a melancholy smile that had made his shady brain come up with a thousand things she could mean with the wording. A departing colleague was such news? What kind of relationship did they have? Was she planning to take a vital decision in her life? Move out from Ostania perhaps? Was she changing professions? Or maybe there was someone special she was meeting at the party? It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t help thinking about them. 

More than anything, was she alright? 

Loid knew how Yor couldn’t handle liquor and how much her inability to refuse got her into drinking too much(or doing anything too much honestly). He remembered too vividly all the times destruction has come after Yor got intoxicated. He could still recall the powerful kick he’d received and it’s been his fault. Loid never blamed her for getting drunk, but he did worry about her possibly dying if she didn’t watch it. On all the occasions before, he’d been there to keep her in line. But today she must have downed at least a bottle. Was she alright? But he had only heard footsteps and doors closing, no loud thudding or furniture breaking. She must be fine and sound asleep by now. She always did sleep fitfully after getting thoroughly drunk. Maybe he should make some breakfast tomorrow to help her with the hangover that is sure to come. No, maybe he should let her sleep in tomorrow. She must be exhausted.

Why are you thinking so much of Yor anyway? She handled her liquor before you came into the picture. Still alive, isn’t she? His inner agent chided. 

Because she is my wife and the mother of my child and for Operation Strix to be a success she must exist in good health with a sound mind.

‘fake wife and the fake mother of my fake child’ You don’t have to say that out loud, but you used to do so at least in your thoughts. 

Loid pushed his head deeper into his pillow. 

Used to. 

This was normal. He had lived with them for months; it was only natural for him to assume them to be real, it was his own subconscious helping him to play his role as husband and father optimally-

His door opened.

Loid almost whipped out the gun he had secured under the bed, but stopped himself as the clouds parted and the light hit the silhouette standing at his door.

Yor, clutching a pillow, in her night attire, hair unbound and cheeks so red that the colours of everything around her seemed dull in comparison. He switched on the bedside lamp. Her gaze seemed unfocused. Inebriated.

Still Loid’s eyes flitted to every one of his secret spots in the room within the span of a second to make sure nothing was out of order. It was also enough time for him to calm the racing in his heart and the pounding in his ears. And then his eyes fell on her person once again.

‘…Yor,’ he carefully moved his legs to stand up. He knew how she was on edge when she was drunk. But before he could ask what she was doing in his room or before he stood up, Yor made her way to his bed, got under the covers beside him and snuggled in to his pillows.

And just like that, they were on the same bed.

Today’s the final day, Loid!

Had she come to say goodbye in her own weird way to tell him she was done playing family and would move on?

It was almost believable because Yor never had so much as knocked on his door/stepped into his room without his permission. But now she was in his bed, under the same sheets that were draped on his person. Drunk and maybe thinking this was the best what to say that she had always been in this exclusively for the fitting profile it provided. 

He wanted to ask her. He wanted to know what she meant by her actions. But he also knew she would remember nothing come tomorrow. It shouldn’t bother him. He should just go sleep on the couch and give her space. Loid didn’t know how long he sat on the bed dumbfounded until Yor got up, leaned over him and turned off the night lamp.

Whatever that was happening was not real. Yor would never be so brazen as to even accidentally brush her skin with him. But he has to accept reality as he feels the pressure of her hand on his shoulder to lie down, Loid. And Loid, upon seeing that she is facing his side, turns away from her because he just can’t keep looking at that heated sleepy face. 

Twilight was screaming bloody murder inside but Loid could hardly hear him with the pounding of his own heart. He tries to compartmentalize what he is feeling, tries to shut his emotions in a locker to be thrown away in a raging sea like a precious treasure that is never meant to be found again. He tries to rationalize whatever he thinks his wife must be thinking-

Loid’s whole existence comes to a screeching halt as he feels Yor snuggles her body to the curve of his spine, as she hikes up a leg to drape on his thighs, as she puts an arm around his torso and as she rests her head between his shoulder blades. Loid thinks he’s stopped breathing. He wants so much to untangle himself, run away out of the house.

Or turn around and hold her in return.

For the first time in a decade as a spy, he doesn’t know what to do.

‘I’m so lucky…’ he hears Yor murmuring and feels his cheeks flush. His reactions are atrocious! The one time he had blushed so hard before was playing Anya’s saviour at the castle in front of all WISE personnel. What was this feeling in his belly? 

‘Yor?’ he calls out experimentally, cursing his voice that sounds thick with emotion.

‘I’ll always be your wife, Loid,’ she says, rubbing her nose on to him and sighing contentedly. It tickles and sends shivers up his body. But not more than two minutes later, Loid can hear her breathing evenly, utterly dead to the world.

Sleep could never have been so farther from him in a long long time.

***

The next day, Loid only wakes up because Anya is banging on the door. 

‘Papa! It’s past ten and I watched spy wars and didn’t wake you guys up, but I’m hungry! I want croissants!’

He bellows an ‘okay, coming right up!’ but turns around to snuggle Yor for just a few more minutes.

He had never slept so soundly in an entire decade.

And his mind doesn’t register how Anya knew they were sharing a bed. Ofcourse. 

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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Ok but I legitimately love venti using outdated sayings and phrases?? Like omg that’s so good. Lol imagine him saying the riptide of mortal blood thing to diluc, and then dilucs reaction to the explanation that venti gives when diluc asks what the FUCK he was talking about. Like, I just love people remembering that venti is 1) very very old, and 2) lived through very violent times in his life, along with the fact that he actively took part in at least 2 wars

More Archon War Era Venti Headcanons  one three four

For real though like the potential is endless and i just really like to think of the impact that especially the Archon War could have had on Venti's character!

.... im totally gonna expand on this now-

archon war spoilers

Imagine him taking a break between each battle, retreating to Mondstadt and composing a new song, one to play when he next sets out to fight, to kill. Because even by his own hand it would be a shame to let those who fought so hard for survival to be forgotten, so he does what he can, a divine song for each civilization he wiped out, the chorus leading the four winds to descend and carry on their memory for eternity on the very wind that caused their fall.

some see his retreat as weakness and attempt to ambush him in his own domain, a dishonorable battle fought in silence. The people of Mondstadt and Teyvat as a whole need not remember those who chose to stoop so low.

Some of these songs get picked up by other bards, carrying on as Venti had hoped, but many of them are forgotten, especially during his 1000 year sleep. But every so often, an especially giften musician with have a burst of inspiration, as if whispered to them by the wind. Those who know him look to Venti with concern as his eyes turn glassy at the familiar sound of a civilization whose memory he thought he had failed. He laughs it off, dramatically wiping his tears with a comment about how the music was just that beautiful that he couldn't help but be moved, "i couldn't have wrote a better song myself"

"let the wind lead" had a very different meaning during the Archon War. I headcanon that when in battle Venti took on his sprite form. To have anyone associate his dear friend with the carnage and terror of battle was the last thing he wanted, so sprite form it is. because of his small size, his presence was almost unnoticeable, which is why he survived so long without so much as a hand being laid on him. But one god noticed it- as four massive figures descended, in the very center, almost invisible was a concentrated presence of wind energy, absorbing and relocating energy to the four with the ever present song. And the god ran- survived, and spread the key "let the wind lead" in hopes that someone would be strong enough to avenge his people. This phrase almost cost Venti his life a number of times. Nobody knows its origin now but Venti still internally cringes each time he hears it.

Venti preferring to be outdoors and sleep in trees and such not only because he's the god freedom but because if hes indoors he wont be able to tell if someone's coming, he wont be able to get in the air in time, and he might be too late

I also headcanon that Venti is the ones who supplies Zhongli with Xiao's painkillers, since Zhongli doesn't actually have any healing abilities, and Venti is proved to have an affect on that

which leads into the next point- "but where are those who share the memory?" remember Venti's wine obsession... Venti and Zhongli - and Xiao on the occasion he can be convinces to leave his duties- getting together to speak freely, not having to watch their words, not having to be reminded 'oh right, that doesn't exist in people's memories anymore' every time. Just finally being able to reminisce, talk about the people and the things that they can no longer speak about to anyone else, speak about that which no-one else would understand. They're understanding yes, but there are very few people who can empathize with you as you talk about how you still remember that one battle where the sheer volume of blood spilled by your hand cause the calla lilies to bloom red for centuries, the tint never going away even now. Some random kid: huh i wonder why they fade to red like that Venti: why that's the blood of my enemies of course! ehe, just kidding! *looks at camera like in the office*

A lot of people view Venti as extremely superstitious because he believes and follows a lot of them, but it's because he remembers where the superstitions came from. He knows that during the archon war, breaking a mirror truly could set that god's wrath on you and simultaneously reveal your identity and location to them, that knocking on wood alerted the past Dendro archon, a benevolent god of protection to guard your words from prying eyes, at least until they were were found and killed. Venti just continues to follow them to honor their memory\.