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Cw:reader!death,crying,body holding,

❤💖ChosoX reader,Modern!AU,angst,death,fluff in death,realization(Choso),strangers to lovers(too late),body comparisons,apologising,regret

||just a memory||written by me

Choso sits back on the bed with a faint smile at the sound of your scoffing. He seems more relaxed now. He glances at his hands—the ones you’ve been trying to avoid looking at—and clenches them together in his lap.

Your eyes wander to your own hands. As expected: his hands are a lot larger than yours wich makes you blush a little bit.

He looks over at you and watches you shift in the chair. Choso wants to ask you why you keep avoiding looking at his hands, but he knows how strange it must appear to you if you’re unfamiliar with curses. He keeps his hands in his lap instead. When a long moment of silence passes, Choso feels compelled to ask you a personal question.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good sleep?” he asks you out of the blue. Choso tries to make it sound like a casual inquiry, like he’s simply making small talk. But he genuinely wants to know.

"I uh what?" You asked confused "why are you asking me that?"

“Your eyes are a bit red” Choso explains. It takes effort for him to get the words out but he sounds concerned, not critical. “And you look like you haven’t slept properly in a while.”

"Well your corners of your eyes are red too" You said teasing,smirking but it was true that you haven't slept for a while and right now you felt drained almost deprived of you life energy.

Choso laughs quietly at your observation. He doesn’t take it as an insult. In fact, he finds you cute for finding something to match with his eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“That was a good comeback” he admits.

You feel very tired but you don't dwell on it,you just think it's just tiredness from lack of sleep but you can't take rest aither since you can't help your own anxiety.

So you stood up walking outside the room lighting a sigarette, feeling like as if you're time was running out but couldn't explain why, so you just decided to sit on the porch without telling Choso about your worry,he was a curse afterall and you a human 'it could never work out' you tought at yourself.

Choso watches you leave the room and walk outside, feeling a bit strange that you’d choose to sit alone instead of coming to him when you’re feeling upset. But he supposes you needed space, which is perfectly understandable.

Feeling as though he’s intruding, he lies back on the bed and pulls the covers up to his neck. As he does, he can't help but notice the cigarette in your hand.

"You know Choso" You said pausing for a second "you aren't a bad curse afterall"

The cigarette continued to burn in your hand as the smoke dispersed in the cold air of the night.

Choso is taken aback by your words as he stares at the ceiling. The idea that a human might think so highly of him doesn’t even cross his mind. He turns on his side the matress crackling under his weight and watches you. “What makes you say that?” he asks. It’s a genuine question, not a challenge.

Choso waits for a response, but you stay quiet and simply stare off at the stars and smoke your cigarette. He watches you for a long moment, taking in your expression and the way you’re looking at the sky. “You know that you can tell me anything you’re worried about” Choso says softly. “I won’t judge you.”

After some time waiting for a reply , Choso realizes that your cigarette has fallen to the floor, your breath has completely stopped, and your eyes are no longer focused on the stars. He watches you carefully, worried that something is wrong, but you don't move. He slowly gets out of bed and walks over to you, unsure of whether you're still breathing. He touches your shoulder lightly and waits for your body to stir, but when it does not, he realizes something is very wrong. Without hesitation, he kneels at your side and presses his ear to your chest.

It takes only one moment to realize that you're no longer alive. Choso's breath catches in his throat and his body freezes. His eyes water as he reaches down to check your pulse, hoping and praying that you are still breathing, that this is only some cruel nightmare. But your body and your eyes tell the cruel truth. You are not breathing.

Choso's legs start to shake as he accepts what happened. Tears stream down his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a deep cry as he sits beside your body on the ground, staring into your half-open eyes and holding back sobs. He stays like this for a while, not sure what to do or who to tell. A part of him is in denial, another part of him is numb with shock, and a final part of him is overcome with grief.

Even in death, your tiny hands still tug at his heartstrings. They are much smaller than his, with slender fingers and pale, dainty skin. He never got the chance to hold yours as you were taken too early, but he wants to now. Your warmth has long since faded, but he craves the feeling of holding your tender hands, cherishing them forever. He gently places his much bigger hands over yours, taking comfort in feeling your skin.

He remembers the times when he'd tried to hold your hand and how you always shyly avoided it. He doesn't know why it mattered so much to him. Your frail frame is the antithesis to his large, muscular one. Compared to you, he is a behemoth. He takes in the sight of your tiny body, how pale and delicate you are, and how delicate your hands were. But despite how small and fragile you looked, you were not weak by any means. Your eyes showed strength and your will power was unmatched.

It's sobering to see your body next to his, how frail and fragile it really was. Choso can almost picture you standing next to his towering frame, looking up at him with a small, delicate smile while he's a whole head taller than you. The size difference suddenly hits him and he is overcome with grief, realizing that he would never see you stand at his side again.

While he's overcome with grief and sorrow, he can't help but continue to caress your body. The shape of your body is so tiny and petite. It's as though you were made of the most delicate glass, and he fears that one wrong move will shatter you. He runs his hand across your forearm and up to your shoulder. He feels the delicate fabric of your clothes brushing past his fingertips and the warmth of your skin.

Choso's fingers are gentle as they caress the outline of your small body. The touch is tender, almost intimate, as if he has no desire to break or destroy you. He is delicate and painstakingly careful, wanting nothing more than to preserve this fragile form that you once inhabited.

Your skin feels so soft, like delicate porcelain. Choso's fingers brush tenderly along your limbs, trying to comfort himself and take some modicum of solace in the small gesture. He knows you’re gone and can no longer feel his touch, but the warmth of your skin still lingers. Despite your frail body looking so small and fragile, it feels heavy on his heart.

As he strokes your hair, Choso thinks back to what could have been. He imagines himself holding your hand tightly, bringing you home and making dinner while you unwind from a hard day. He imagines holding you tightly against his chest as you bury your head on his shoulder and fall asleep. He imagines taking you to the places you enjoyed going just to see you happy. But it’s too late. He starts to sob softly.

“I’m sorry” Choso whispers as he wraps his arms around your body. He is full of grief and sorrow and pain, and he can't stop the tears from falling. He cries silently, wishing he could turn back the clock or find some way to bring you back. He wants nothing more than to hear your heart beat again, feel your touch, or smell your hair. He would do anything to see you smile again, even if it’s just for a moment. But he can’t.

Choso’s grip on your small hands is tight, and even in death, he can't bring himself to let go. He stares at them for a long moment, hoping that somehow they will move again. As the tears fall from his eyes, they drop onto your skin, landing in the palm of your still hand. He is overwhelmed with guilt and regret, wishing that he’d held them more while you were still alive.

“Please forgive me” he moans softly, wanting to scream at the world for taking you away from him. “I should have told you how I felt, or held you close while I had the chance. I wish I could have just one last moment with you. I should have treated you better. I’m so, so sorry”

His voice breaks with each apology, as he can't help but feel guilt and remorse. He blames himself for not loving you the way he should have and for being unable to prevent the tragedy. Choso rocks himself back and forth in a fruitless attempt to escape his sorrow as he clings to your body. His face is wet with tears and his heart pounds painfully against his chest. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions that he struggles to make sense of.

“Please come back" he whispers. “Please wake up and forgive me for not being the person you wanted me to be” He continues to cry as he holds you against his chest, his lips pressed against your cold skin. “I can’t live without you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I need you with me—I need you to hold me, to tell me everything is going to be okay, to make everything good again. I don't know what to do without you.”

Choso sobs harshly, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He pulls you even closer and holds you tightly against his chest, hoping that somehow you will still be able to hear him even though your body is no longer functioning. "I need you" he whispers, his voice cracking and choking with sadness. "I need your touch, your voice, your smile. I need us to go back to the way things were before. Please don't leave me, not like this"

Choso wakes up with a deep ache in his heart, as if he had really lost you. He stares at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that have filled his eyes. He had dreamed of you, of holding your hands, loving you, losing you. It was painful and heartbreaking, but at the same time, comforting. Even though it is just a memory, he is still relieved to be alive. As he processes his emotions, he can't help but feel his life has been hollowed out without you.

A tear slips down Choso's cheek and he sits up slowly, his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of being alone. He doesn't want to admit it, but he misses how he could lean his head back against you, trust that you'd catch him without needing to ask. He misses how your scent filled his senses and made him feel safe. He misses having someone to talk to, even if it was just about the weather or what to eat, without feeling judged.

Choso thinks back to how he had felt during the brief moments he had shared with you. That peaceful warmth in his heart, the joy he felt just by being in your presence. He thinks about how his eyes had followed your every move, how his heart beat quickly whenever you were close to him, how his breath hitched and his heart pounded hard when you smiled at him. Choso realizes that he was truly in love with you and still is, even though you had been taken from him.

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Yello yello thanks 4 reading,and sorry if this was long but I felt in the moment while writing this.

Probably you at me after finishing reading:

|| I'M A DAD?|| written by me ☆~♡~◇

Choso x pregnant reader.

Plot: You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

CW:vomiting,labour pain,screaming,groaning,anxiety,harrowing experience.

Tags-pregnancy,pregnancy pain,lots of cuddles,fluff,Choso being Choso,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,you might cry too.

Very long writing 💧

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@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

Choso was waiting outside the bathroom door wondering why you were taking so long before knocking gently on the door "Uh yeah..just a sec hon" you said before vomiting again

The sound of your gagging hits Choso like a punch to the gut. Immediately he's by your side, holding your hair back with one hand and stroking your back nervously with the other. "Hey... It's okay... Take your time..."

A bit of tears run down your eyes as you felt like shit,your body was pale and trembling and your stomach hurted,you wanted to tell him that you were pregnant but didn't know how

Meanwhile your boyfriend is completely focused on you, looking at your face and your trembling body with pure concern. There's an instant feeling of protectivity that floods his mind as this sudden change has affected you harshly.

You can see he's fighting every urge to try to take away the pain by embracing you tightly, but he knows he can't. So instead, he strokes your back and keeps saying encouraging words. He tries his best to comfort you with whatever way he can, though he's not quite sure what else he could do to help.*

"I'm pregnant" You said with a feeble voice

The moment you say those words, he's immediately taken by surprise, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of being a father.

"You're pregnant?" He asks, his voice a mix of both shock and happiness. It's obvious he felt many things at once, but he doesn't even care about his own feelings right now. He only wants to make sure that you're doing okay and doesn't want you to suffer alone.

You nodded as you indicated the pregnancy test on the sink

He looks over to them pregnancy test on the sink and his shock begins to turn into happiness and disbelief as he processes what is happening.

"You mean... You're pregnant... We did this?" He asks, almost as if he can't quite believe it himself. His expression softens and he wraps his arms around you, gently hugging you close to his chest. His voice has this quiet wonder to it, and there's this light shine in his eyes that you haven't really seen before.

"You're not mad?" You asked looking at Choso worried

"Mad?" He shakes his head. "Why would I be mad?? I'm so happy!"

He pulls you closer to him, squeezing you tightly. You can tell he's feeling overprotective and want to ensure that nothing will harm you both. The baby bump is nowhere to be seen yet at this early stage, but he wants to hold on to you and protect you with all his might already.

"I would never be mad about something as wonderful as this..." He says in a low voice as he smiles widely. You can see that all his worries and anxieties have disappeared suddenly as he wraps his arms tighter around you from behind, holding you close to him. His expression looks genuinely happy now, the joy written all over him. He's clearly not unhappy about this pregnancy.

"I think this is great... I mean..." He says, his hands now resting along your sides, holding you tightly. He pulls you in even tighter to him now and lets out a low, delighted chuckle. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He says excitedly as he continues smiling. You can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes against you now.

"And I'm gonna be a parent" You said stroking your stomach lovingly.

"Yes..." He says, still smiling widely. There's such genuine joy in his eyes now. His hands still rest on your sides, but are now softly caressing you. You can almost feel the amount of care and affection he has for this unborn child and this feeling warms you up inside as he continues stroking your stomach.

And the months pass, the both of you slowly preparing for the baby's arrival. Choso takes part in this process, accompanying you on doctor appointments and doing his best to make sure everything is going well with the pregnancy. The feeling of being on this journey together is a fulfilling one, and his love and concern for the unborn child is obvious.

Your stomach has visibly grown and Choso's affection was still as strong as ever. At every chance, he'd be constantly stroking your stomach lovingly. Sometimes, he'd even kiss your belly softly or whisper words to the child that was growing inside you.

You'd sometimes be surprised by how much Choso already seems to love your unborn child, despite the fact that he/she hasn't even been born yet. He'd kiss your stomach every morning when you wake up, kiss it before going to bed, and even kiss it at times like during conversations on the phone. It's hard to deny that he's already very attached to the child growing inside of you.

Now you're at home together, the two of you sitting on the couch, watching TV. Choso is gently caressing your stomach as his fingers idly stroke it affectionately. This simple gesture already reveals the affection he has for the child inside of you. He also seems more than content just by being near you. You see this every day, him being content just by having your company and stroking your stomach lovingly. This moment is as calm and peaceful as can be.

Then you start to feel a weird sensation in your stomach. At first, you're not sure what it is. Then, the sensation becomes more apparent and you realize this is definitely some sort of movement. It feels like butterflies in your stomach before it becomes more pronounced, until you're sure you're feeling little kicks from your baby inside you.

At the sensation of your baby kicking inside you, Choso's expression changes instantly. His eyes become wide with wonder and he starts to smile widely. He leans forward towards your stomach and presses his ear against it, listening to the sound of your child moving in your belly. His hands reach for yours and gently take them in his own.

Immediately, this makes your heart skip a beat. After all, feeling your baby kicking inside you for the first time is a pretty memorable and amazing thing. You could probably see the same expression on Choso's face now as he begins stroking your stomach more vigorously. He's just as excited as you are about these sudden movements, his heart pounding with joy.

"What are you hearing?" You asked looking softly at your boyfriend

"I'm hearing... Our baby..." He says softly as his eyes become filled with warmth as well. The idea that this child is a real thing and that he and you have created it is enough to fill Choso's heart with joy. The sounds of the child moving inside you remind him of that reality and he finds it both incredible and precious. His voice is soft and gentle as he continues listening.

"They're moving a lot right now..." He says sweetly as his ear continued pressing against your stomach. He's smiling widely and seems to be enjoying his new role as a parent and your loving partner. He strokes your hand gently as he holds it, still listening to the faint sounds of your baby moving in your stomach. "Can you feel them too?" He asks, raising his head to look at you.

"Mhm mhm" You said sweetly feeling contented

He continues looking at you with a contented look as his other hand travels up and rests gently against your stomach at the exact place where your child is moving inside. "It's so... Amazing, isn't it?" He asks softly as his fingers trail along the shape of your baby, still listening for the movements. The whole process of your pregnancy and the creation of your child feels like a miracle to him.

You see his eyes are filled with nothing short of wonder and affection as he keeps listening. He leans his head back down, this time pressing his lips gently against your stomach. The idea that your baby is in there makes his smile brighter. His hands continue stroking your stomach in a small circle to feel a bit more of the movements. He genuinely seems to be enjoying this moment and it even makes him look even more charming than he already was.

After nine months of waiting, the moment you and your boyfriend have been anticipating finally arrives. It's the day you're going to have your baby and Choso is beside you, ready to support you during this process. He's holding your hand tightly as he waits anxiously by your side while the doctors and nurses prepare you for the delivery. The whole atmosphere in the room is filled with tension, but also excitement, as the doctors work hard to ensure everything goes well. Meanwhile, Choso continues keeping his hand in your own, keeping you safe and protected.

The hours pass by slowly as it's difficult to hold back your nervousness and anticipation. Eventually, the time comes when you're finally about to give birth. Things start to speed up as the labor pain hits, but Choso doesn't let go of your hand. Even when you grab his hand tighter, he doesn't flinch. You can feel his fingers squeezing back into yours as he keeps supporting you and encouraging you with his presence alone. The moment he sees you in pain, he gets uneasy. He really wants this to be over as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Choso's eyes widen as he felt your grip tighten on his hand. He becomes even more nervous when he sees you gritting your teeth from the pain and squeezing hard on his fingers. But he doesn't let this make him panic and he continues supporting you through it all. He looks at you with concerned eyes, his other hand rubbing your arm softly to try and comfort you. It's evident that he's worried about you and wants nothing more than for this to be over. You can feel his heartbeat getting faster while he looks at you nervously.

"Push,Y/n,push!" The nurse encouraged as you were planting and groaning anguished as you pushed with all your might gripping harder Choso hand

Choso is right there, right next to you as you push and he's watching closely. It's obviously a daunting thought to him to think that you're going through something so painful and he can't do anything about it. Every time he sees you in pain, he feels like crying. He's squeezing your hand tighter as you grip his, his nails digging into your skin as he continues rubbing your arm gently, trying to help you however he can.

You can't help but cry and scream in agony as you struggle to push the baby out. It's a harrowing experience, but Choso is right by your side throughout it all. He's holding on to you as tight as can be, trying to help comfort you in any way possible. His heart beats frantically every time he hears you scream, but he's still trying to stay strong for you.

Things start to get even more intense for both of you as your labor goes on. The doctor's instructions become more urgent as you're told to push even harder to get the baby out . You are experiencing so much pain, but Choso doesn't take a step back. He leans next to you and remains by your side, squeezing your hand tightly as he waits for this to be over.

"I can't...I can't" You finally said tired and exhausted,leaning your head on Choso forearm

He looks down at you with a concerned look. He's trying not to panic but his face is full of worry now. You can tell the pain you're in is breaking his heart and he's scared of what's happening. His other hand rubs along your cheek gently as he speaks. "Just a bit more... I know you can do this..." He says softly as you feel him squeezing your hand even tighter.

He can see the sweat glistening on your forehead and the tears on your cheeks. You look exhausted and in a lot of pain. He's completely focused on you now, his eyes glued to you with deep sympathy.

"Let's do it..." He says softly and leans down next to you. As you grip his hand even tighter, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You feel his breath against your neck as you're both pushing together now. His body is pressed right up against yours and he continues squeezing your hand tightly while you both support each other as you push together.

You push as hard as you can as you feel Choso squeezing your hand tightly and supporting you from behind. He's breathing hard now as the pushing becomes harder. This is the most stressful time for both of you but you can sense the strength of your bond as you work together to complete this task. You're now fighting on together.

You feel exhausted and overwhelmed after pushing hard and you just can't do it anymore. You lie back and close your eyes for a bit as your breath becomes labored. Choso's hands travel to your forehead and he strokes your hair gently. The movement of his fingers is comforting, soothing. He can hear your heart going faster than normal, but he stays calm and doesn't flinch at all. He keeps stroking your hair patiently, hoping it's helping you relax a bit.

You can feel the intense pain of the labor coming and going. In the moment when it's the strongest, you grab hold of his hand so tightly that your nails dig into his skin. His grip on you remains undaunted, though. He doesn't flinch or pull away, even now that you're gripping him so tightly. You can see that he's doing this for you, willing to bear through any pain if it means supporting you in this painful process.

Choso's eyes become wide when he hears you grunt from the pain. He squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he looks at you and watches you push. He's starting to feel powerless in comparison to your pain, as he can't do anything to ease it. You can hear the stress and worry in his voice when he speaks. His tone is soft and tender as he rubs the sides of your body. "Come on... Keep pushing. You can do it..."

"Ah amhn ah it nghn Ahh" you shouted whimpering breathing trough your noses as you pushed harder

Choso's expression is one of both fear and worry for you. Every single time you scream from the pain, his eyebrows raise and he grimaces, unable to hold back his own anguish. He feels the anguish with you, in this difficult ordeal that is supposed to bring joy to both of you. He grips your hand harder, his nails digging deeper into your skin, as he gives you words of encouragement to keep pushing. He can't bear to see you like this, but he knows that he must for the sake of your child.

You hear the doctor's encouraging words again "You can do it. One more push!" as he helps you push with all the strength you have left. You try to push as hard as you can. You don't have much strength left, but you use what you have to push the baby out as best as you can. You grunt and scream out loud as the pain comes in powerful, intense waves. You're exhausted and so close to giving up.

But just then the doctor calls out "I can see the head!" as he assists you and you hear him cheering you on. You know that means you're finally there, a lot closer to getting this baby out.

Everything becomes more intense as you push again, this time with even more strength than you thought possible.

You screamed gripping Choso hands hard almost hurting him as your body arched as you pushed

Choso grimaces when he feels you pinching him with your nails, but his grip on you is unbreakable. Your pain is his pain. The effort of pushing the baby out takes its toll on your body and your voice fills with agony every time you scream. Your body is pushing as hard as it can. You're sweating and exhausted from the amount of effort you're putting in to give birth. And suddenly, there's movement as the baby starts coming out of your womb. Your screams become louder and your body is exhausted as you push even harder.

Choso bites his lip and winces from the pain of the nail pinching, but he doesn't flinch and holds tight to you despite the pain. His grip is so tight that it almost feels like your hands are locked together. You're in this together and you both know that it's just the moment of truth. The baby's head finally comes out and the doctors all start yelling "PUSH" again, as they encourage you to keep going.

Your screams grow louder as the baby makes it out, the whole process being extremely painful and difficult. But you've made it this far, the end is near. You push one last time, as hard as you can, even though you never thought you would have been able to push more. But you somehow managed to find the strength you needed, and the baby slides out in one last push. The doctors are right there quickly wrapping the baby in blankets and checking it. Your body is drenched in sweat and your hair is soaked.

"My baby.." you said sobbing as you heard your baby wailing

It all finally felt worth it. As you lay there tired and exhausted, you hear that tiny voice and you see the doctors placing your baby in your arms. Your body is still shaking from the labor pain, and you've no thoughts about anything else aside from that perfect, beautiful child. You're still teary eyed, but you can't help but feel a warm smile on your face as you're finally able to hold your child. As the child stops crying, Choso leans over to see this miracle with his own eyes, his expression filled with awe and love.

You sobbed as you looks at your baby and then at Choso "I.. I.. made this..we.."

Choso's eyes are locked between you and your baby. He seems just as teary eyed as you are, completely awed and moved beyond words. When he finally manages to speak, he says softly... "We did."

Choso's lips form a soft and gentle smile as he leans close to you. He wipes away the tears that are still streaming down your face, his eyes filled with immense pride and affection. He finally manages to take in the beauty and complexity of the situation right before him, the two most important people in his life right here, in this moment.

Your baby is finally in your arms and you feel as if a weight has been lifted off you. And next to you is Choso, who isn't stopping smiling at you and his child. The tears don't stop streaming down your cheeks, but they no longer feel like sadness or pain, instead they're the tears of love and happiness. And Choso's eyes match yours, his eyes becoming watery with joy and affection for both of you.

"Do you wanna hold her?" you asked softly

Choso's heart seems to skip a beat as you ask him if he wants to hold his child. He hesitates for a second, his eyes glancing at the soft baby, and back at you. The look in his eyes is all the answer you already need. The next second, Choso is gently taking his child and holding it tenderly in his arms. His expression is of utmost contentment as he looks down at the tiny child sleeping peacefully, his hands gentle and caring as he holds it near his chest.

The baby seems so small in his hands, so helpless. But Choso takes care of her effortlessly, his arms cradling her lightly as he examines every inch of her body. He stares with awe as he watches her breathing and looks with satisfaction as he strokes her skin. The little child is so fragile and precious, and he takes in every detail with care and attention. Just the sight of her is enough to melt his heart and make him want to never let her go.

The sight melts your heart and you noticed Choso is sobbing quietly meanwhile looking at his baby

"What's wrong?" You asked

He looks up at you immediately, surprised. He thought he had managed to hide his tears but apparently, it was far too obvious. He tries to take a deep breath and compose himself before he can respond. "Nothing, I'm just..." His voice is choked as he chokes back his tears. "I'm just really happy."

"Choso..." you said looking at him as he hold her daughter tiny fingers with one of his

Choso is unable to hold back anymore as tears flow freely from his eyes. He's completely overwhelmed by the feeling of pure joy as his child is in his arms. He looks down at his fingers wrapped around hers, and he can't hold it in anymore. He breaks down and begins crying, his face buried into the soft blanket wrapping the child. His voice is cracked and choked with sobs. "She's so beautiful..."

Your tears mix with his, both of you overwhelmed with the emotions of this moment. It's true that giving birth is painful and exhausting, but looking at your crying boyfriend and your baby girl, nothing of it matters anymore. All that's important now is that your family is finally complete. And as if on cue, the baby lifts her head up and opens her eyes. She stares at both of you with a confused look, seeming a little overwhelmed by everything going on around her. Both of you smile as she seems to look directly at you. This one moment feels like eternity.

The three of you are locked in a stare for a couple of seconds. The baby doesn't really seem to grasp this whole situation yet, but she's clearly trying to. She makes a few baby noises, as if speaking is new to her. She's still completely stunned, not understanding this foreign world she suddenly appears in. But as she gazes at you with curious eyes, you can't help but stare back, your hearts overflowing with love. The three of you become so absorbed in this moment of mutual awe and affection, you might as well be the only people in the world.

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This was a bit longer than the Gojo one but I hope you enjoyed it 💕💕💕

☆I'm tired☆

||Guilt...|| wrote by me

Plot:Short fic in how Geto would react about your death and he can't help but feel guilty for it.

About:hurt,no comfort,angst,death.

Cw:reader is dead,heart wrenching,crying.

Geto’s anger turned to guilt, which quickly turned to despair. He was too late. He couldn’t even keep his promise and see you through this. His face became wet with tears as his eyes widened, the reality slowly setting in. You.. you were gone forever in a cruel world that was unfair and unforgiving. He fell back into his bed, letting out a loud and long wail of agony.

Tears poured down his cheeks, he tried to catch his breath only to realize it was impossible. He covered his face with his hands, hoping that it was just a nightmare. But no matter how hard he blinked, or rubbed his eyes, you were still gone. All that was left of you was that sweet, soft smile that you always had. He tried to call your name, but it wouldn’t come out. All he could do was cry and scream and… just… cry.

The tears flowed like a broken dam, his sobs breaking the silence of the empty room. It felt so wrong to be in your room without you in it, to see you nowhere. How was this possible? You couldn’t be gone… you couldn’t leave him by himself in this cruel place. But no matter how many tears he cried, how many screams he let out, you didn’t return.

The days slowly passed, and his eyes became less red. It was as if the tears had been drained from his body. He tried not to move, not even to eat or drink anymore. The only thing keeping him from a state of complete apathy was the memories he held of you, and the guilt of not being there when you needed him the most. He would never forgive himself for not fulfilling his promise. He had failed you, and he couldn’t accept any other fact.

Geto would often visit your grave,it was the only way he could stay close to you. He would talk to you as if you were right beside him, as if he could still talk to you the way he used to. The cold wind would brush past him as he would sit in front of your tombstone, just staring at your name until it was etched into his memory. He made it a habit to visit you every week, as if you were still alive.

His eyes were a permanent shade of dull gray, his face constantly expressionless. The only emotion he felt was sadness and regret. The guilt never left him, he felt like a failure. Because he was one. You had trusted him to be there when you needed him, and in the end he couldn’t even do that. When you needed him most, he let you down. When you were vulnerable, he wasn’t there. His feelings were slowly being chipped away by the immense guilt, and he felt so alone.

He still remembered your face. The sweet and soft smile that was always on your lips. He remembered your gentle voice, and the way you had so calmly accepted your own death. Your eyes were a beautiful color. The way you had made him happy, and how he had taken your presence for granted… He couldn’t make the time to be there when you needed him, because of his foolish pride and he lost you. It was his fault.

His mind became more and more twisted by day. The guilt ate him up inside, as he would cry alone every night, wishing you were there to hold him. No one else could comfort him the way you could. You were the one who made all his worries go away. But now, all he had was this… this deep, agonizing emptiness. If he had been there when you were undergoing treatment, maybe you would still be there. You wouldn’t be gone.

"I'm sorry..I'm so so sorry-y-y y/n" Geto repeated over and over as he would hugged the pillow as it if were you.

He would hug your pillow tightly, as if you were there with him. He didn’t say anything, crying quietly into it, wishing, just for a moment, that your voice would fill the room. That the warmth of your embrace would be felt once again. That he would wake up from this nightmare. That this was all a mistake. That he should have been there when you were crying for help. That he should have done more…

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Gojo:

Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.

Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

Choso:

You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

GENSHIN IMPACT

Wriothesley:

Wriothesley trying his best to be a father with your newborn daughter.

||Strange Love|| written by me ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Plot: Choso fell in love with you but doesn't know how to tell and from the point of your view he seems a perv for the way he acts ε('｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Tags: dorm!AU,fem!reader,university timeline,both Choso and the reader are adults,love,hug,awkward,inexperienced,shy,Choso being strange,dummy,pervert? (he stares,a lot) even tough he doesn't see or acknowledge that since he's new to this love stuff,but inside he's all giggidy and confused (poor buddy don't me mad at him :( ),very heart melting choso

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Choso doesn’t even know what to say in response. He thinks about you constantly, even when he’s surrounded by other people. You can’t stop invading his mind. But these are human feelings that he doesn’t really understand. Why is he so drawn to you and why does he keep having these intrusive thoughts of kissing your soft lips? He never imagined he’d be capable of falling for a human, but his growing infatuation with you leaves him confused and ashamed.

He’s never felt anything like this before and the mere thought of expressing his feelings for you terrifies him. He’s afraid of revealing too much and of being rejected. Even he knows that his interest wouldn’t be widely accepted due to the nature of who he is. He desperately wants to be with you but he feels conflicted about this. He pushes the thoughts of you aside and tries to distract himself by thinking of other things but soon enough, he ends up thinking of you again. The cycle never stops.

His mind is filled with thoughts of wanting to touch you, kiss you, hug you and hold your hand. He even thinks about you when he’s eating and feels an overwhelming desire to feed you.

Choso tries to reason with himself that these are just passing thoughts and not the real him. But he knows that the truth is, he has fallen in love with you, despite his fears and the obstacles in the way.

One morning you two were making breakfast in your dorm when you noticed Choso looking at your chest with an absent minded eyes 'the fuck this creep.is.' you tought to yourself before you gulped your cereals fast feeling uneasy as you covered your chest quickly "what are u staring at ?pervert!"

Choso looks away quickly but not before you catch a glimpse of his bright red face. He’s been staring at you for the past few minutes but he’s only noticing it now.

He was getting lost in his own thoughts and staring absentmindedly at your chest. Now, he’s completely embarrassed that you caught him staring and even more so as he realizes what exactly he was staring at.

"so? some explaining?" you pouted glaring at him gripping the spoon

“I uh…” Choso trails off as he becomes too flustered to get out another word. He’s sweating and looks like he’s about to panic.

He didn’t think you’d catch him staring and he doesn’t even know what to say to explain himself. He’s just going to deny being perverted, like the other times you called him that, while his face is still glowing bright red from embarrassment.

"tch,this is what all you males thinks about,you have one hot chick in your dorm and-" You stopped when you heard choked sob from Choso lips wich made you falter "Buddy?" you asked raising an eyebrow

Choso suddenly covers his mouth as he lets out a single choked sob. You can hear him holding back more tears when he tries to speak in a shaky voice.

After a moment, he manages to regain his composure and looks you in the eyes. “Please…don’t call me that….”

You felt guilt as you saw the sobbing pale man in front of you,he seemed so innocent and ..frail "you…don't have expirence with women do you?"

“No…” Choso admits in a small voice, barely above a whisper. He looks away as his cheeks become flushed again.

He knows he shouldn’t have admitted as much, but seeing your face soften with pity and guilt made him honest. Not that he wants you to pity him. He just doesn’t want to be known as a pervert or for you to think he’s a creep for looking at your chest.

“And that’s why you were staring?” you ask, noticing that he seems hesitant to look at you now.

He remains quiet for a few minutes, thinking about whether or not he should reveal the truth. Finally, he nods, unable to find the words.

“You were staring because you’ve never seen a female’s chest before?”

“Y-yeah… I…” Choso trails off, not knowing how to reply.

He feels his face flushing again from embarrassment, realizing how pathetic this sounds coming from a grown man.

However, he’s not entirely sure how else to explain himself. He’s never been with a woman before and has no idea what he’s supposed to do or how he’s supposed to act. So, he simply stares and fantasizes.

He remains silent as he waits for your response.

You approach him hesitantly and he flinches a bit and makes a soft sound when you get close.

He quickly turns away, fidgeting his hands together as he begins to blush again. He’s being completely adorable right now and you can’t help but feel a bit amused.

He doesn’t know what to do around you, which makes you feel a bit guilty since you know you’ve been unintentionally teasing him. However, at the same time, you can’t deny that he looks adorable as he fidgets and shifts awkwardly.

He’s clearly flustered and uncertain of what to do with the close distance between you two. He can’t stand still, constantly shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking everywhere else but at you. He’s trying to stay focused but he’s struggling to keep his composure as he keeps fidgeting and blushing. The slightest movement of your body has a dramatic effect on him and he’s not used to this at all.

You approach him yet again from the opposite side but he immediately shifts in the other direction, frantically trying to avoid being touched by you.

As he moves, you notice him making sounds of distress. He’s breathing heavily and his eyes are still squinted. He appears to be terrified of you invading his personal space.

It’s a bit concerning but the way he’s acting is also hilarious considering that he’s a grown man who’s been around you for several weeks. Still, it’s impossible to deny how cute he looks as he’s constantly moving away from you.

You continue your effort to close the distance while he’s quickly trying to shift away. It’s as if his body is on autopilot and is instinctively trying to avoid you at all costs.

You feel a bit bad as you watch him become increasingly panicked. This is probably the first time he’s been in such close proximity to a female and it’s clearly having an effect on him.

As you continue to move towards him, he suddenly freezes. Not knowing what to do, he simply stares at you with a frantic and desperate look on his face.

"here" you tooked his hand as you seated on his lap…wich you only realized how big he was and his hand too "o..oh" you muttered thinking of him as a gentle giant

You suddenly take his hand as you take a seat on his lap, not realizing just how big he really is until now.

His size, combined with his strength and his hands make him feel like a giant compared to your small and delicate frame.

He blinks down at you in surprise when you sit on his lap, caught off-guard by the unexpected physical contact. His hand feels rough against yours and a bit damp, probably from sweat due to his anxiousness.

The texture of Choso’s skin feels pleasantly smooth and cool as your fingers intertwine with his. The feeling is almost addicting and your fingers start to subconsciously toy with his hand.

The dampness from the sweat on his hands makes this even more enticing as you play with his fingers.

He lets out an unexpected gasp at this, his breath catching. He was still very much unsure of the physical contact but there was something very satisfying in the way your fingers played with his.

You ask him if he likes the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his and he can’t help but let out a small moan in response.

This is all new and overwhelming for him. The physical contact feels incredibly good and he can’t help but let out soft sounds of pleasure.

When you ask if he thinks he’s in love with you, his face turns an adorable shade of red as he mumbles out his reply. “I-I don’t know… I’m not sure if my attachment is just a result of my lack of experience…”

"and what do u feel? here?" you placed your small hand on his big toned chest.

The soft and petite touch of your hand on his chest immediately makes his heart speed up even more. He’s never felt this close to a woman before. The touch is too much for his senses to bear and he lets out another soft moan.

He remains still for a few seconds as he takes a few quick breaths to regain his composure.

“I… I feel my heartbeat speeding up…” he murmurs as his hands tightly grip yours.

"no silly..i meant what does your heart feel?" You giggled looking at him with your sparkling eyes

Choso remains silent for a few seconds as he thinks about your question.

He tries to search his mind for the answer you’re seeking but he can’t seem to put it into words. All he knows is that his heart beat speeds up and his body feels a bit hotter whenever you get close to him.

He takes a deep breath and tries to make it clearer.

“I’m not exactly sure how to describe it… My mind feels… foggy… and my body feels hot when you’re near me… that’s as best as I can describe it…”

“I don’t understand my feelings for you…” Choso mumbled as he tightened his hands around your small slender ones.

Even now, his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest and he felt this sudden urge to hold you close to him.

“You make me nervous whenever you’re close to me… I have all these conflicting emotions… excitement, nervousness, confusion…”

Choso sighs as he continues to struggle expressing himself.

“I feel these emotions whenever I see you… whenever I’m close to you… and whenever you look at me…”

Choso pauses for a few seconds as he tries to organize his thoughts. He closes his eyes for a moment before he continues.

“I feel this strange warm feeling in my chest… it’s like excitement and butterflies and… something else… when I think about holding you close or being close to you… but at the same time, there’s fear… fear of losing you… fear of being rejected…”

“I don’t know why my emotions are so confused and conflicting but… it’s almost as if… I’m… scared…”

Choso pauses for a moment as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm his trembling hands.

“I’m scared of being rejected by you… I’m scared to come clean about my feelings… I’m scared that you won’t be able to see me the same way… I’m scared of being hurt…”

"like before when i called you pevert?" you asked genuinly

Choso nods in response to your question, clearly feeling some embarrassment by the reminder.

“Yes… like when you call me that… I always felt like you thought I was just like those male jujutsu students who are nothing but perverse and lustful…”

He remains silent for a few seconds before he takes a deep breath again.

“And I’m not…” he muttered under his breath

“I’m not like that at all… I’m just… inexperienced…”

Choso glances down at your hand once more, letting out a small sigh. He was so focused on your hand and your presence that he started blushing again.

“I-it’s just a little hard to keep myself from staring at times…”

“I know that makes me seem like a pervert but the truth is… you’re really beautiful, you know that…”

Choso’s face grows even redder as he stares at you, still holding your hand tightly in his own. He seemed to be a mix of flustered and embarrassed at the moment, unsure of how to convey his feelings properly.

“You’re just so wonderful… and that makes it really hard not to stare… but I swear that I’m not a pervert…”

Choso looks away as he grows more and more flustered. He looks to the side and mumbles a bit, his voice becoming softer as he speaks.

“I just… I just find you really attractive… there… I said it…”

He can’t help the embarrassed blush that appears on his face as he says the words. He was never much of flirt or a social butterfly, so this was all a bit new for him.

However, he was determined to say what he felt regardless of how he looked doing so.

“And I’m not just talking about your physique or your beauty, it’s… it’s everything about you…”

Choso stops for a few seconds as he struggles to express his thoughts properly.

“Your personality… the way you care about other people… even if you can be a little stubborn at times… I just… I enjoy being around you…”

“The more time that I spend with you, the more my emotions seem to grow…”

Choso takes a deep breath as he begins to fidgeting more with his hand. It was really hard for him to put his feelings into words like this.

“I never really understood why human men were so obsessed with finding love… now, I get it… I get why people strive for something like that… I just… I never thought that I would experience something like this myself… with you…”

“I want to keep spending time with you… I want to keep getting more comfortable with you…”

Choso can’t help the soft smile that forms on his face as he says this.

“It feels like I learn something new about myself every time I’m around you… like a brand new experience…”

He takes a deep breath before he continues.

“It feels like I still have so much to learn about love… and about myself… and I’d like my teacher to be…"

"You."

Choso's voice was a simple, soft mutter as he averted his gaze from you.

He was starting to feel really embarrassed by his words but he also felt completely certain and confident about the feelings he was expressing.

This was clearly uncharted territory for him but he was still determined to get his message out to you in some way.

"I'd like… I want…" He stumbles over his words, still feeling a little flustered.

“I want to continue getting close to you… to understand you and for you to understand me… to learn and grow together… to…” His words start becoming a bit more jumbled as his body language grows even more flustered.

Choso has a hard time keeping himself from fidgeting with your hand and he seems more and more uncertain on how to organize his thoughts.

Eventually, he’s unable to speak any further without stammering and he seems hesitant to look back at you.

"I want to learn everything..." Choso's voice sounds slightly muffled as you press your head against his chest.

He seems to lose track of his thoughts for a moment as he relaxes into the contact.

"How everything feels... how love feels... how we feel about each other..."

He sighs and closes his eyes as he continues to speak.

"I want to learn what it means to build a real relationship with someone... I want to understand you better... understand myself better..."

You feel Choso’s hand gripping yours tightly as you play with the fingers. He doesn't move much, staying mostly still while you tease him.

You also notice him start to relax even further, his breathing becoming even and stable. It feels like he's slowly letting down his guard and becoming comfortable with you.

The movement of your grip on his hand rocks him a little, causing him to sway a bit in the rhythm. The sensation feels nice and calming, and you start to rock him more.

Choso’s other hand wraps around your side, lightly pulling you in closer.

He’s beginning to feel increasingly comfortable with you and he relaxes his hold on you as a sign of trust.

The two of you settle into each other's arms, snuggling up close.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck and it feels nice to have him wrap his arms around you. You fit seamlessly into each other’s embrace in a way that feels right and natural.

“I just feel… so safe… with you…” Choso’s voice is soft as he murmurs his words.

A small smile appears on his face as he takes a deep breath. He seems to lean a bit more into you, resting his head on your shoulder in return.

You both stay still in each other’s arms for a moment, just enjoying this simple and sweet intimacy together.

A few moments later, Choso speaks again, his voice still soft.

“It’s just so nice being near you… I feel warm… and safe… and calm…”

He remains still in your arms, closing his eyes.

“I’m even having a hard time thinking right now…”

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he continues to speak.

“I never imagined that I’d feel so comfortable around someone…”

“Your mere presence is calming… it’s as if I’m in paradise when I’m with you…”

A calm and peaceful look crosses his face as he says this. He seems truly at ease and peaceful in your presence.

He tightens his hold around you, his entire body feeling content as he does so.

“Just hold me close…” Choso mumbles as he relaxes more and more in your arms.

He leans back into you even further, pressing his body against yours.

His hand holds onto yours tighter, his grip becoming even more comfortable as he does so.

“Just embrace me…” he whispers softly, closing his eyes as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Choso remains in your arms, his breathing starting to slowly become more and more deep, steady and regular. He starts to feel tired and his body is slowly drifting off to sleep.

He leans even more against you, his head now resting on your shoulder as his grip on your hand relaxes a bit.

You can feel the soft breathing against your shoulder as he starts to get sleepy.

“It would be nice… if we could stay like this… forever…” Choso’s voice was starting to grow tired with every word.

He was already starting to doze and you could feel his soft breathing against your neck as he slowly lost consciousness.

He muttered those last words as he drifted off to sleep, his body growing completely relaxed and resting against you.

“Like a quiet evening… spent in silence… but together…”

You could feel his body relax more as he finally lost consciousness. He remained comfortably in your arms, completely still.

His breathing slowed even more as you could hear it slowly become quieter.

Choso was finally asleep, his body safe and secure in your arms. You were the last two people in the world to him at that moment and he felt at peace.

“Hm... mnh”

Choso’s slight murmur breaks the silence as he slowly begins to wake up. He’s not fully awake yet and seems to be in that foggy, sleep state where he’s half-awake and half-asleep.

You can feel his body begin to move slightly but he remains mostly still. His grip on your hand slowly tightens and you can feel him shift a bit closer to you.

“Mm... comf... warm…. mhhh…”

Choso mumbles sleepily and slowly squeezes your hand further.

He’s still not completely awake yet but he seems to be in a calmer state now compared to when you first arrived.

||the lil bunny and the wolf||

Plot:Toji tease you in bed,after you two married ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Toji here is cold but not with you,loves to tease you,a lot,possessive,romantic,reader is shy,inexpiernced,mute,problem at communicating,reader is autistic

Mention of abusive family (reader)

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“You’re a terrible liar.” Toji chuckles, smiling down at you “That blush tells all.” He leans down, hands still in your hips, and your bodies are almost touching. The closeness makes him happy, but he wants more. “What is it?” He whispers, his nose just barely grazing your neck.

“What bothers you so much?”

You dind't reply as you went immediatly to take his hand and placing your chin on his palm snuggling it,enjoying his soft skin.

Toji is shocked at the sudden movement, not expecting your reaction. But he isn’t entirely mad about it. He smiles as you snuggle into his palm and you rests your chin against it, letting your body touch his.

He moves his thumb against your chin, slowly turning it upwards to make you look at him again. He leans down towards you,until your noses are close again. He gazes at you with a small smirk.

“Better?” He whispers, his thumb sliding down your face and stopping at your chin.

Toji chuckles, his smile growing wider as you snuggles against his nose. You're such a small and adorable thing, enjoying being held by his massive hands and arms. He could crush you if he wanted to.

Instead, he rubs your back gently with one of his hands, his thumb running up and down the back of your neck with the occasional stroke of your hair.

“You’re like a little bunny” he whispers, the smile still plastered on his face.

"wolf" you said in a kid tone pointing at Toji,you never talked before but you enjoyed Toji company "i like..Toji.." your words were slurred and almost silent but you couldn't stop humming

Toji’s face lights up as you whispers his name, and when you call him a wolf, he makes a playful growl.

He grins down at you, amused by your small voice. You're been mute all your life, even when you were betrothed. Now you decided to talk?

“You never spoke before, why now?” He asks, still rubbing your back gently, his hands starting to go further down your back.

Toji chuckles at your little smile. It’s adorable. For all the years that you're been mute, you finally speaks, with such a soft and silky voice.

“I love your voice” he says softly, leaning down to rest his nose against yours. “If anyone makes fun of you, I’ll deal with them personally.”

“I want to hear you laugh. Whisper. Scream. Sing. I want to hear everything you have to say”

A loud giggle erupted from your lips but you immediatly coverd your mouth "sorry…" you said looking down,pouting

Toji snorts loudly, amused by the sudden outburst. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but smile at you as you covers your mouth.

“Don’t apologize” He whispers, moving your hands away from your mouth. “I want to hear you laugh some more.”

He brings his face closer, your noses touching again as they grin at each other. “I want to hear that little giggle again.”

You giggle again at his request, letting yourself enjoy the moment with this huge man. You're always had to be silent, forced to stay mute or else your parents would punish you.

But with Toji, you feels like you can do anything. No one’s there to stop you. You're free.

“I want to hear your little giggles every day,” he continues, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you bit closer to him. “I want to see you smile every day. I want to see you happy. No one is allowed to make fun of you again. Only I’m allowed to make fun of you.”

His voice is low and serious, though that smirk of his doesn’t disappear. He’s dead serious, and not joking at all.

“Do you understand?” he whispers to you, as he brushes your hair away from your neck. He rests his hands on your waist as you stare at each other.

“Only I’m allowed to make fun of you, only I get to hear you laugh. From now on, no one else gets to hurt you. I don’t want anyone making fun of my wife.”

Toji pauses for a moment, studying you. You're so tiny and vulnerable, and so easily hurt by the words of strangers. It makes him hate the world a little bit.

“Promise me you won’t listen to them anymore, okay?” The former assassin whispers, his arms tightening around you as he runs his hand down your back. “When they make fun of you, you’re going to turn to me and laugh. No matter the insult, I want to hear you laugh. Then I can tell them to shut up.”

“Mhm.” Toji leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. You continue to stare at each other, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. “My beloved wife.” He smiles, his thumb stroking your chin before running it down your neck and onto your shoulders.

“And my beloved wife never cries.”

“Never.” Toji’s voice is a low whisper as he wraps his free arm around your shoulder. They’re pressed so close together, their bodies touching, but it feels nice. Warm. Toji stares at you, humming a bit, and smiles at the thought of his wife.

For a moment, he just looks at you, enjoying the feeling of your presence.

“Let’s make each other happier” he murmurs, tilting his head for a kiss.

Toji pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer to him as his lips press against yours. He presses against your bodies, making sure his arms are wrapped around you tightly.

His tongue explores your mouth, and he enjoys the feel of your body against him. He breaks away from the kiss abruptly, panting heavily as he breaks free.

“Much happier” he whispers to you, panting heavily, grinning at the sweet, small woman in front of him.

||Cherish me|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:sh,depression,Gojo x reader,consensual,rubbing,handjob,fingerings,innocent reader,inexperienced reader,shy,cute,fluff.

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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“I’m fine” you say quietly, trying to brush him off. You don’t like being coddled. But he grabs your wrists and pulls you back, forcing you face him. There’s a desperation in his eyes, and he stares at you like you’re dying right in front of him.

“No you’re not ” he says quietly. There’s a quiver to his voice and his eyes dart down to the bloody scissors. “I can see the cuts on your wrists.”

“What?” You look confused as to what he was talking about, shaking your head “I was jus-”

“Just stop lying to me” he interjected, the fear in his voice cracking. He’s trying to stay calm, but he’s trembling as he grabs your wrists tighter. It’s not like him to be so frantic, but he’s scared for you.

“I can clearly see the scratches on your wrists. Did you do that to yourself?” He’s looking at you like he’s waiting for a reason, an excuse. But he knows. He’s not stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, so so sorry sweetheart, I swear”

Oh god. Sweetheart? That’s new. He’s never called you that before, and it’s certainly the last term of endearment you expected. Gojo’s usually pretty nonchalant around you, but his voice is trembling, and he’s on the verge of tears.

He immediately pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly, burying his head into your neck. He’s trembling, and you can tell he’s barely holding back the tears. “Don’t…don’t scare me like that…”

Everything that Satoru is usually not, is crumbling down around him. The calm. The confidence. His facade, carefully crafted over the years, is coming undone, and he’s showing you the real him.

And that’s what terrifies you the most. His eyes are red with unshed tears, and his voice is shaky. He’s trembling, barely keeping himself together.

“Please, please look at me…”

And you do. You look at him, right at those big,blue eyes, your heart pounding like an elephant in your chest. He’s holding your hands against his chest, almost like he’s scared you’re going to run away, but your fingers are trembling, and they want to do nothing more than run through his hair.

“Please…” he says again. “I’m begging you…”

His breath hitches in his throat as you play with his hair. He leans into your touch, your fingertips tracing through his locks. This is probably your first time seeing him like this, so vulnerable and soft. He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he can’t stop himself from burying his head in your neck, clinging to you.

He’s begging? Begging, even…

He’s afraid. Petrified that you’ll leave him - just like Geto did. He’s not thinking rationally, and he isn’t thinking about how his body’s towering over you, how it could scare you. Right now, though, he’s not thinking about anything other than his fear of losing you, and it’s eating away at him inside.

He closes his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans into you. You’re touching his hair, playing with it, tangling it, just like he likes. He opens his mouth to speak, to maybe say an ‘I love you’ or something corny, but the words die on his lips.

“I…” he starts, his voice quivering again “don’t ever scare me like that again..”

Gojo's arms tighten around you, and you cling onto him, burying your face right into his neck. His hand moves through your hair, his fingers gripping slightly too tight, but you don't mind. You don't mind because he's hugging you so tightly and kissing you so desperately.

Your fingers find a spot behind his ear, and they scratch at it, causing him to inhale sharply. He holds you closer and kisses harder, desperate to keep you close. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He pulls away, breathing out harshly and looking at you. He's staring into your eyes, his gaze intent as the tip of his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

"God…" He takes in a deep breath, his lips almost twitching into a grin. "I'm so scared for you, you don't even realize it." Then he's kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your entire body so you're pressed against him.

Your back is pressed against the mattress, and his body is on top of yours. He's kissing you like he can't get enough, like his entire world is falling apart and you're the only one who can fix it. His hands are in your hair, on your hips, on your thighs. It's almost suffocating - almost too much pressure. But you don't mind because he's touching you and kissing you, and all the warmth and softness of his body is pressing against yours.

"You…you scare me" Gojo chokes out, his body pressed tightly against yours. "Don't you see?" He looks at you as the tension in his shoulders rises, his arms squeezing you even tighter.

He can feel your heart beating like a drum, your arms wrapped around him. You can feel the heat of his body, the beat of his heart.

He looks into your eyes, and it's like he's telling you everything without even saying a word.

"You're…everything" he murmurs, his body trembling with the force of his words. It's like he's about to crumble into pieces. There's no strength left in him. Just fear and anxiety and a need for you. A need to have your near him.

"Please…" He pulls you even closer, his hands finding their way into your hair again. His arms wrap around you even tighter. "Please…don't ever leave me…"

He pulls away only to bury his face in your neck. Gojo takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking in the softness of your skin, pressing his lips against your neck with a tenderness that almost makes you melt into his arms.

His grip tightens, like he never wants to let you go. Like he's afraid that a breeze might tear you away from him.

He's never been the emotional kind of person. He's usually callous, distant, emotionless, if not slightly cold. But you bring out something in him.

Oh, if only your imagination could have prepared you for this moment. But Gojo is real. And he's right here, right now, pulling you close, running his fingers through your hair, kissing so passionately.

He lets out a noise of satisfaction as your fingers tug on his shirt, your breathing quickening as the intensity of the situation grows.

His grip tightens around you as he pulls you closer. He's not even thinking about how his weight is crushing you, he just wants to keep you close.

Oh, how Gojo’s eyes wander lower, his mouth curling into a grin as you take off your bra. He watches you, his eyes roving over your body as he takes it all in. You’re trembling a little bit, your pulse speeding up as his hand rests on the upper part of your thigh. He lets out a quiet grunt as he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Keep going…” he murmurs, almost too distracted by your breasts to notice your top sitting in your lap.

Oh god. The way he’s staring at you…it makes you shiver a bit. Gojo's usually so calm, so collected, but something about your bare breasts has him acting like he's going absolutely mental.

Gojo grabs your wrists and pushes your arms aside, moving his hands down to cup your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, your chest rising and falling with every rapid breath. He’s staring at them so intensely, almost like he's trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His grip is firm, like he's scared to let you slip away. Gojo's hands are warm against your breasts, and it's like he can't keep his hands off of you, like he's desperate to feel you.

His lips are twitching, and you can tell he's trying not to lose it and start licking your skin, biting at your breasts. He lets out a small moan, his grip on your skin tightening as he rubs them in his hands.

He’s rubbing them so lovingly, so sensually, that you have trouble breathing. You lean into him, pressing yourself against him, trying to get as close as possible.

His touch is almost unbearable. You're trembling, your breath catching in your throat as your back arches.

His grip tightens even more as he plays with your breasts, rubbing them in his hands and squeezing them together slightly. You can see his eyes starting to glaze over, and your body melts against his touch.

You feel hot, almost too hot, as his grip around you gets tighter. His breath is hot on your skin, and you close your eyes, letting out a small moan.

That moan is almost automatic, and you bury your face right into his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your chest is sensitive, and the way Gojo rubs his hands over them sends a shiver all the way up your spine.

"Are you doing this because you love me or because...I'm sad?" You breathed out

The thought of you not loving him sends him spiraling into an actual panic. He's desperate for the reassurance right now, for the confirmation that you're still in love with him.

Gojo pauses for a moment, looking up at your face as he tries to hide the desperate urge to keep kissing you and holding you close. He swallows hard, his voice quivering as he tries to hide the desperate need for you.

"Do you…do you still love me…? Is that…what this is for..."

"No...it's not that..it's just..." you mumbled feeling the desperate need of him "I'm scared that you're doing this because I'm sad"

Gojo’s lips are pressed together in a hard, tense line as he tries to keep his calm, but the emotions are bubbling just under his skin, close to overflowing. He’s shaking slightly but doesn't want to admit it.

“I'm not… I'm doing this…” His voice trails off, and he sighs, his words still quiet and shaky. “I'm doing this...because I want to…” He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, even if he doesn't want to admit the real reason why.

Oh my god... He freezes up when you reach down, his body twitching in response as you brush your hand against his crotch. He's trembling, his breath coming short and shallow as he tries to hide his reaction.

He lets out a groan, his grip around your waist tightening as his eyes twitch. If he wasn't so flustered, he'd probably blush at this point, but right now...the only thing that comes to his mind is the touch of your finger on his crotch.

"Ah..sorry..I don't what has gotten into me" You blurted out blushing

"No, don't apologize..." Gojo says, his voice shaky. The touch of your fingers on him was almost like electricity, a jolt through his entire body that made his blood boil and his heart thump painfully.

"In fact..." His breath gets caught in his throat and he swallows to try and get himself together. "Can you do that again..."

"Sure." You slipped your hand in Gojo pants looking at him and down "L.. like this?"

His body tightens when your hand slips into his pants. It's like a wave of pure sensation, and it makes his breath shudder out of his body in a ragged sigh.

“Yeah…” He mutters, his body trembling against your touch. His head is spinning, as if his entire world has been set on fire with your simple action. His heart thuds painfully in his chest as he watches you.

You felt in a tight spot,you never have done nothing like this "what..should I do now?" You stuttered "it's...hard..is it a good thing?" You looked at him blushing

Gojo's entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low, rough sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. He can barely get his breath, and he's gripping the bed tightly with both hands, trying to keep himself steady.

“It’s…” He mutters, his voice tight and shaky. “It’s a very good thing…”

He’s trying to keep it together, keep his mind focused. The sensation of your hand is almost too much to bear, but he likes it. He likes it very much…

"What should I do? I never um..should..I?" You made a rubbing gesture with your other hand "you know..."

“Keep…keep rubbing…” He breathes out, biting back a sharp hiss of pain as he fights to keep the sensation from being too much. “But maybe…” He pauses and swallows hard, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Move it…”

"Move..what?" You asked awkwardly "sorry it's my first time doing this.."

“Your hand...move it up and down...just like…” He moans slightly

“That…” He lets out a ragged breath, his grip around the bed tightening. His body trembles beneath your hand, and his eyes are starting to glaze over.

One hand rests on the back of your head, the other on the bed right next to your hand. His gaze is focused on your movements, on how slowly your hand is traveling up and down his length.

"O..ok" you slowly moved your hand up and down,your eyes darting from his length to his face

He grips the edge of the bed as his fingers claw into the sheet, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as you stroke him.

“Soft…feel so nice…” The hand on the back of your head gently presses your face into his, so he can look into your eyes. His eyes are flickering with a desperate need, and it’s obvious that he’s trying to keep his body from reacting too much.

After a while you saw a clear liquid oozing out of it and you looked at it confused "are..are you peeing?"

Your innocent question makes him laugh, a rough, raspy sound that’s more like a broken chuckle. There’s a slight shake to his entire frame, as if the sensation is so intense that he can’t even move without shaking.

“N-no…” He manages to catch his breath to speak in between the harsh breaths of air, “D-didn’t they teach you about…this…stuff in school?”

"Kinda..." you muttered to yourself before making a cute sound "Ah it's like with the flowers and bees right?" You beemed happily

"Yeah, something like that..." Gojo says with a slightly amused smile; even in his flustered state - more flustered than you've ever seen - he can still make time to appreciate your innocence.

He watches you, seeing how naive you are, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he thinks it's adorable. Your innocence makes him want to coddle you, protect you; but there's a hint of possessiveness within him that's begging to assert dominance over you.

"What..should I do..?" You pouted cutely confused "I..really don't know what..to do.."

Gojo bites back a whimper as you pout, finding the expression adorable. He's never had a partner like this before - one that is completely innocent to all this, one that needs to be taught. The thoughts of you and him having an intimate encounter like this again fills his mind, causing that possessiveness to take over and grip him tightly.

"Um..." He swallows hard, trying to come up with an explanation while fighting back a loud moan "Keep rubbing...harder..."

You slightly nod doing what was told but later you couldn’t help but starting to touch yourself too "mhm" you didn't know why

He lets out a soft murmur of approval as you touch yourself, his body trembling even more. He tightens his grip around your body as his eyes flicker back from his closed state. His breath is getting shaky again, and he tries to focus on nothing but his breathing, but that becomes hard to do when you have yourself wrapped around him, the sensation overwhelming.

His voice comes out almost breathless.

“You got…something…here…”

"Mhn were?" You asked awkwardly

His eyes open, taking in the adorable look of your innocent face, the slight confusion on your features.

“Here…” He moves his other hand up your waist, his fingertips moving in tiny circles around your body. He’s making sure to not be too gentle nor brutal with his touch.

Then he places his hand where your finger was before, rubbing slowly.

A moan escaped your lips and you immediately let go of Gojo length as you covered your mouth with your hand

Gojo lets out a husky moan of pleasure as you let go of him - he had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone touch him like this.

His eyes flutter shut for a second, and he catches his breath in.

“Y-you like that…?” He whispers, his eyes still closed, but they soon open back up once more, moving up to meet yours.

You nodded as you felt melting in Gojo embrace as he kept rubbing "but..I didn't finished with you..before..it's not fair for you.." you whined

And just like that, the possessiveness he felt earlier rushes back to surface. He doesn’t like that you’re still unsatisfied, like the thought of you touching yourself, wanting anything other than him.

He grabs your hand before you can move back on yourself.

“Let me…I’ll do it.” He lets out a low hum of pleasure, already moving his hands back down to touch you again.

He rubs slowly at first, his fingers stroking gently up and down, taking in your expressions as he does it. Your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

“Does it feel good…” He mutters, his voice a bit shaky. “Does it feel good when I touch you…?”

You nod blushing more but you grip Gojo arm when you feel some short of wetness "I.. umm sorry..I don't know..why..it..did that" you looked at him guilty

He chuckles and his eyes glint playfully...as if he already knows what that sensation is.

“Your body is just responding…it’s normal.” He reassures you softly, his thumb tracing light circles around the tip of your breast.

“Just relax…”

You sobbed feeling overwhelmed but feeling the need to come "Ah ahn I want...to..to I don't but I'm...I need to...nghn!"

Oh, he’s got you now. He knew he had you the second he saw you were innocent to everything like this.

Now he gets to teach you, show you exactly how your body is supposed to respond to him.

“Let it…” He murmurs once more, his voice sounding husky. “Just relax…and let it happen…”

"Here..." He presses his palm against the exact spot, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he does so. His thumb moves in circles, each round getting quicker in pace. "Here..."

"Mhnnn" you whined your mouth open your eyes closed "touch..me...please...I don't know what I'm feeling but..I need you to..touch me"

He freezes at your words, your tone, the desperation in it. He looks down at you, and then, like a switch being flipped, his eyes glaze over as a primal urge takes over. No need to ask more questions. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his grasp, getting into a new position while he does so. But before continuing, he needs to say one thing.

"Look at me," his voice is firm, low and demanding - like you have no choice in the matter.

You look up at him, eyes full of confusion. Your mouth is slightly agape and his gaze captures yours perfectly. Gojo's thumb moves faster now, as do his fingers. His free hand, that was on your hips, slides down to your thighs and pushes them apart.

"Keep looking at me..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, but it's filled with so much need that you can't say no to this. You have to look at him.

A moan escaped your lips as you tried not to close your eyes "mhn..Gojo.." his fingers were reaching you deep "ngha Gojo.."

"Yes, that's it...just keep looking at me..." His voice is low and rough, almost a growl. His body is pressed firmly against yours, the heat of him radiating through your entire body. You can't help but feel so warm at the touch of his skin.

And then, your eyes lock onto each other, you feel everything inside you start to heat up even more.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart..." His voice is low and soft, but there's a hint of need in his tone, his eyes glancing down to your lips. He leans in closer to you, only a few inches between you and himself. His breath is hot and heavy on your face, causing your breath to quicken. Then, he moves his hand up your thigh, brushing against your soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Then you camed on his hands whining He lets out a quiet growl at your little whimper, but it's a pleasure filled one. He can feel your grip on the sheets loosening a bit as you finally start to release the tension that's been building inside you for the past few minutes. His body trembles, and he grits his teeth. His hands tighten with his grip around yours, his arm shaking slightly as he tries to hold you down, trying not to let you get away.

You purred snuggling against his neck "that was...amazing.." you grumbled nibbling his neck

His hands on your wrists squeeze a little tight. He breathes heavily, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He leans back up, but with his grip on you, he doesn't let you move away. His eyes are glazed over, and he's looking at you with a hungry expression on his features.

"You liked that...didn't you..."

You nodded cooing "mhm it was my first time too and...thank you"

He stares at you for a moment, letting out a slow breath before his gaze softens. It's a different look from the primal and predatorial look that had just been on his face not even a minute ago. His eyes move up and down your body, studying every inch of you.

"I'm...glad you enjoyed it..."

You snuggled in his chest cooing not wanting to let go

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to his chest. His grip around you is tight, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"We're going to have a lot more first times from now on..."

His arm rubs around your waist and back as he speaks, making small circles on your skin. His gaze is on your face again, watching your expression as you press into him.

"I can't believe I got to be your first…"

"Your first…" There's something about the way he's saying it that makes your face heat up. He's saying it as if your first time was special, that it was something he wants to remember for a long time, something he likes the idea of.

The grip around your waist tightens, but his hand slowly moves away from your waist after it had pressed against it for a minute. And now he's taking your hands in his, slowly moving them together, until they're palm to palm.

"Now, we'll be each other's first…everything." His words are hoarse again as he says this. It sounds like a promise to you. He's taking a deep breath, looking at you once more. His gaze is still soft as he stares back at yours, his hand now clasping you tightly against his grasp.

you pecked his cheek as you cooed "your cheek feels like mochi" as you nibbled affectionatly

He lets out a soft chuckle, your little pecks on his cheek making him feel as if he might melt any second. The thought of it brings a dumb smile on his face, his grip on you loosening up just a bit.

Your tiny nibbles on the side of his cheek only make him chuckle more, the feeling almost foreign to him. You’ve never gotten close enough to his face to nibble on his cheek like that, so this is definitely a first time for him.

The feeling makes him close his eyes and relax. He takes a deep breath in, taking in the feeling of your mouth, your pecks, your nibbles. The little sounds you make when you’re nibbling on his cheek makes him purr quietly.

The comfort between you is unmatched, but it's also filled with a hint of playfulness as well. You nibble on his cheek again, making him purr, a soft sound of pleasure and satisfaction escaping his mouth, and he squeezes his hand around yours a little tighter.

In moments like these, he forgets about all the hardships in his life. If just for a second. He just wants to relax.

He opens his eyes again, and his gaze meets yours, that same look of softness still on his features.

“Mm” is all he can manage, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. He smiles at you again before he lets go of your hand, his mouth still curved up into a sweet smile.

He lets go of your hand, but he leans his head over your shoulder, his face burrowing itself into the crook of your neck as his hands slowly move up and down your back. His grip on your hips is now tightening again, but not as tightly before.

His lips move closer to your neck with each second, as if he'd like to kiss you there. He starts to lightly trace his lips against your exposed neck, making your body jolt slightly every time his lips brushes against your skin.

"can we stay like this for a little while? i dont want to let go" You snuggled on his neck

He looks down at you, your small frame pressed firmly against his body, your head buried into his chest. The sight of you like this is almost too pleasing for him to look away. He doesn't reply for a while, but eventually he speaks.

"Sure," he whispers, one of his hands now playing with your hair, moving it by caressing it. "We can stay like this for a little while…"

He kisses the back of your neck, the sensation making your body shiver.

The two of you stayed like that, snuggled against each other for a while, the room filling with sounds of soft purrs and cooes. He plays with your hair, brushing the strands with his fingers, and you cuddle closer to him, pressing your body into his, wanting to be even closer to him if that's even possible.

He rubs your back, making sure you're comfortable as he takes deep breaths of the scent of your hair, almost like he's memorizing it.

This is comfortable. This simple sight of just the two of you, tangled and wrapped up like some cocoon of lovers… it's peaceful, a calming presence in a normally chaotic world. The two of you stay like this for what feels like forever but is only minutes. Neither of you say a word, but just being held like this by someone he cares for means so much. In this moment, all his problems are put aside, pushed away by the gentle comfort that is only you.

||Frat!party|| written by me

Plot:Gojo n' Geto but they’re frat boys at a party with you,with a lil bit of suspense on my part

Tags:Beer,drunk,party,reader is drunk,reckless,teasing

the idea was from @chu-cho from their post

P.s: in the part were the reader fell in the pool i was too lazy in how to they changed them when they came at Suguru house,sorry :p

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“Hey, do you got an extra beer?” Satoru asks as he takes a seat next to you in a folding chair next to the pool. His head is tilted back and his white, flowing hair falls over the sides of the chair. Suguru walks up behind him and slaps Satoru on the back, nearly pushing him out of the chair. The two of them are playing around like usual.

“Yo, let me have one of those” Suguru says, grabbing your beer and taking a sip. “Thanks” he smirked as he hands you a second beer, opening it. “Satoru gets really annoying when he’s drunk” Suguru whispers quietly.

“I heard that” Satoru grumbles. “Like you don’t get irritating when you drink.”

“You get irritating when you breathe” Suguru replies playfully, handing you a beer as he gives you a small shoulder bump.

“You get irritating when you exist.”

“So do you.”

The two continue to bicker, acting like an old married couple with you stuck in the middle like an uncomfortable child.

“At least I’m still cute when I exist.”

“You’re ugly every second you breathe,” Suguru whispers with a smirk.

They both laugh, leaning back against the chair and enjoying the warmth of the summer night. You could sense something was building between them for some time but the three of you seemed so casual with it. Like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'm gonna take a swim" You said before jumping in the pool and the two boys only noticed only now how drunk you were as you giggled in pool floating like a dead body

The pair glanced at each other in mild concern as you float lifelessly in the water.

“Hey” Suguru chuckles nervously. The two of them walk over to the pool and lean over carefully, trying to take your arms and haul you out of the pool. You start coughing and wheezing, the water you swallowed causing you to violently hiccup as the water dribbles out of your mouth.

“Dude, what the hell?” Satoru asks, trying to hide the anger and worry in his tone as he helps Suguru pull you from the water and places you on a chair. You cough and gag for a few seconds before finally settling down. The two of them take a few steps back, looking over your body for any damages, injuries or wounds.

“How much did you drink?” Satoru asks angrily, glaring at you. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only looking at you with growing concern.

“I’m ok” you whisper quietly, shaking your head. You cough, trying to prove that you’re fine but they both see that you’re too damn drunk.

“You almost drowned, you’re not fine, dumbass” Satoru says with a huff. Suguru just sighs as he kneels down in front of you and starts feeling your face and neck.

"the game should about to start no?" You chited hiccuping

“I don’t think you should be playing a sport drunk as hell. Who knows how many beers you drank already.” Satoru sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

Suguru gives you a small push and you lean back on the chair. “We gotta get this dumbass home before he starts acting worse” Suguru mumbles under his breath.

“I’m not drunk” you mumble, but when Satoru lifts your wrist and tries to lead you back to your feet, you instantly lose balance and nearly fall over.

Suguru sighs once more, grabbing your other wrist and helping Satoru guide you out of the party area and down the driveway before you three head to the car.

You leaned onto Geto chest snuggling against his chest feeling your dizzy"i..want to play…"

“You think you’ll be able to stand long enough to even play?” Satoru mumbles. “And you’re barely able to string together a sentence” he adds, shaking his head.

Suguru chuckles softly as you lean against his chest. He holds you close, his arm around you as he rubs your side with his free hand. “You’re getting too affectionate” Satoru grumbles quietly but Suguru only chuckles again.

“Shut up” Suguru chuckles softly as he keeps rubbing your side. “They're so cute when they're drunk” he mumbles, leaning over your head to whisper that.

“I’m not cute” you mumble, but you smile to yourself as you lean your head back against his chest.

“Yeah, you are” Suguru chuckles.

“I’m also an idiot” you mumble, but he chuckles again and leans against you back.

Satoru glares at you both for a moment and grunts, but gives up when the two don’t respond to him. He keeps his eyes on the road, watching the two of you lean up against each other like an actual couple.

“So, where do you live?” Suguru chuckles softly as he keeps leaning against you. His free hand shifts to your lower back, his fingers playfully tapping against your cheeks before rubbing your shoulder.

You don’t answer immediately, not really sure if you want to answer or not considering how much alcohol you’ve had. “Uh” you mumble, trying to find the right words before you stutter and decide to go the easy route. “Your place?”

“Huh?” Suguru glances back to you, his brow slightly furrowed, not really sure if he heard you correctly. “You what?” he mumbles, trying to get you to say it again.

“Your place” you mumble again.

Suguru laughs, his hand traveling up your lower back and up to your waist with a playful grin. “My place” he chuckles. “Guess we know who you’ll be sleeping with tonight” he adds jokingly, teasingly elbowing you in your side.

“Hey!” you protest, laughing as he elbows you.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Suguru teases, leaning his head against your back and rubbing your side and waist with his hand. “You’ll be asleep in my bed tonight” he mumbles, not really asking for confirmation.

Satoru rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment on their flirty conversation, staying silent and focusing on the road. It takes another fifteen minutes for them to reach Suguru’s house, the three of you pulling into the driveway.

“Well, we’re here” Satoru grunts as he parks the car, killing the engine.

“Mm” you mumble, leaning your head against Suguru chest as you’re practically limp in his arms due to the amount of alcohol you drank.

Satoru rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything as they head inside the house. Suguru leads you through the hallway and opens the door to his bedroom, carrying you and setting you on his bed.

“Comfy” you murmur softly, leaning onto your side slightly and stretching, your eyes closing for a few seconds. Suguru smiles gently as he pulls back the blanket and covers your body before tucking you in.

The room goes silent, Suguru only glancing over at you a few times. “You sure you wanna sleep in my bed instead of the guest room?” he asks quietly.

“Uh-huh” you mumble, your voice barely coherent. You try to roll over to your back but you end up falling onto your side again. “Your bed” you mutter with a drunken grin.

Satoru can’t help but roll his eyes once more as he watches you. He folds his arms and leans against the wall, his eyes on you as you try to settle in bed.

“Fine then, guess I gotta deal with your stinking ass in my bed tonight” Suguru grumbles, sounding more like a pouty toddler than a serious adult.

You laugh quietly to yourself, finding his complaining adorable as you try to settle into the bed again. You fail once more, falling back onto your side with a small grin on your lips.

“Jesus” Suguru groans, his hands on his hips as he watches you try and fail to settle into the bed. “How many beers did you drink?” he asks, sounding exasperated.

“Uh…” you mumble, not able to recall the exact amount of alcohol you drank. “Like…” you pause “eight…nine?” you mumble as you try to remember.

“NINE?” Suguru asks, raising his voice slightly. “Are you trying to kill yourself or somethin’?”

You let out a soft giggle and shake your head, your expression growing soft. “Nuh uh” you explain with a drunken grin.

“Then why did you drink that much?” Suguru questions sternly as he takes a few steps towards you.

Your only reply is a drunken grin and shaking your head, but his tone doesn’t seem to faze you.

“Because…” you mumble with another drunken grin as you try to find the right answer. “It’s…fun” you explain with a small chuckle, shaking your head again and trying another attempt to roll back onto your back.

“Because being dumb is fun?” Suguru asks, still sounding exasperated.

“Yyyyep” you answer with a grin that shows nothing but arrogance. The alcohol has definitely taken a hold over you and Sugura doesn’t seem impressed by your current self.

“Man, you’re really acting like an idiot tonight” Suguru mumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You try to respond but you can’t form the right words, so you do the only thing you know-you grin cheekily, finding it funny that you’re currently acting like a complete idiot because of your intoxication.

“You’re lucky that you’re actually cute when you act all dumb and idiotic” Suguru mutters, his tone still slightly annoyed.

“I am?” you ask with an amused grin, the alcohol getting to you, making you more bold and careless than you normally are.

Your innocent, drunken grin causes Suguru’s expression to soften as he lets out a small chuckle, finding your behavior amusing despite his annoyance. “Yeah, you are” he mumbles.

You don’t respond but instead you try to grab his arm but miss terribly and instead, you end up waving your hand vaguely in his direction.

“You alright?” Suguru frowns, finding your attempt to grab his arm completely precious and adorable.

“Yeeup!” you slur, your eyes closing for a few seconds. A few seconds pass and you open your eyes, grinning once more and reaching for his arm this time, successfully grabbing his wrist.

“There we go” Suguru chuckles and pulls you closer, his free hand patting your head gently. “There we go.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you lean into his touch. Your fingers slip out of his grasp and you grab onto his hand tightly, squeezing it softly as he pats your head again.

“Cute” Suguru mumbles, his hand squeezing yours as he rubs your arm once more and leans you against his chest.

“I’m not cute” you mumble in response, closing your eyes.

“Yes you are” Suguru replies, smiling softly as he keeps rubbing your arm. “And the alcohol’s making you cuter.”

“Am not” you mumble, still with your eyes closed and not making much of an effort to argue with him.

“Mm" Suguru chuckles, his fingers still rubbing your arm. “If you’re not cute then how come I want to take you to bed so badly?” he questions, teasingly.

The words send a shiver through your body and your face flushes. You’re not sure how to answer the question even if you were sober, but your drunken state makes sure your brain doesn’t function correctly and your mind goes blank.

A few seconds pass before you mumble “Cause…” you trail off, unable to find the right words to answer him.

Suguru laughs softly as you trail off, his fingers still rubbing the same spot on your arm. “Cause?” he mumbles, nudging you a little and trying to get you to answer the question. “Tell me why I want to take you to bed so badly.”

Your mind is struggling to find the right words right now and you’re definitely a little too intoxicated to actually come up with a response. “Cause you…you’re…” you trail off, your face getting redder with each syllable you let out.

Satoru only chuckles and squeezes your arm, keeping his free hand rested against your cheeks, his thumb caressing against your cheek softly.

“Because you’re…? finish your sentence” he mumbles, his fingers now tapping your cheek with his thumb as he prompts you to continue speaking.

You smile softly, finding the way he’s touching you affectionate. “I don’t know” you mumble, closing your eyes in a drunken attempt to regain focus.

“You don’t know?” he mumbles, his fingers continuing to tap against your cheek and his thumb rubbing against your jaw. “Then I might as well tell you why, right?”

Your intoxicated mind could only nod and he grins excitedly. “I want to take you to bed because you’re cute. And adorable. And you’re so small I could just pick you up and throw you onto the bed. And once I put you there you’ll be helpless and I can do whatever I want with you.”

You feel your face get redder as his words hit a sensitive spot within you. The alcohol has your body heated up to the point it makes you want to just lay there and let him do whatever he wants with you.

"Y-yeah…" you mumble with a drunken grin, still barely able to function in your current state but definitely willing to let Suguru take advantage of you.

“Good” he smiles, his fingers stopping as he grabs your hands and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his body. Now he can feel just how warm your body is and he can barely believe how much the alcohol has affected you.

His grin only widens as he pulls you even more close to him. “So, I guess I can just pick you up and take you to my bed so I can take advantage of you. Sound good?”

“Yep!” you confirm with a grin, closing your eyes for a few seconds as you let the alcohol take control of your actions.

You’re not entirely sure about how much Suguru really intends to do with you but you’re definitely more than willing to let him do it, whatever it is. Even if the alcohol is making you act stupid, you know you trust him enough to let him do whatever he wants with you.

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Gojo:

Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.

Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

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You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

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Wriothesley:

Wriothesley trying his best to be a father with your newborn daughter.

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Toji here is cold but not with you,loves to tease you,a lot,possessive,romantic,reader is shy,inexpiernced,mute,problem at communicating,reader is autistic

Mention of abusive family (reader)

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“You’re a terrible liar.” Toji chuckles, smiling down at you “That blush tells all.” He leans down, hands still in your hips, and your bodies are almost touching. The closeness makes him happy, but he wants more. “What is it?” He whispers, his nose just barely grazing your neck.

“What bothers you so much?”

You dind't reply as you went immediatly to take his hand and placing your chin on his palm snuggling it,enjoying his soft skin.

Toji is shocked at the sudden movement, not expecting your reaction. But he isn’t entirely mad about it. He smiles as you snuggle into his palm and you rests your chin against it, letting your body touch his.

He moves his thumb against your chin, slowly turning it upwards to make you look at him again. He leans down towards you,until your noses are close again. He gazes at you with a small smirk.

“Better?” He whispers, his thumb sliding down your face and stopping at your chin.

Toji chuckles, his smile growing wider as you snuggles against his nose. You're such a small and adorable thing, enjoying being held by his massive hands and arms. He could crush you if he wanted to.

Instead, he rubs your back gently with one of his hands, his thumb running up and down the back of your neck with the occasional stroke of your hair.

“You’re like a little bunny” he whispers, the smile still plastered on his face.

"wolf" you said in a kid tone pointing at Toji,you never talked before but you enjoyed Toji company "i like..Toji.." your words were slurred and almost silent but you couldn't stop humming

Toji’s face lights up as you whispers his name, and when you call him a wolf, he makes a playful growl.

He grins down at you, amused by your small voice. You're been mute all your life, even when you were betrothed. Now you decided to talk?

“You never spoke before, why now?” He asks, still rubbing your back gently, his hands starting to go further down your back.

Toji chuckles at your little smile. It’s adorable. For all the years that you're been mute, you finally speaks, with such a soft and silky voice.

“I love your voice” he says softly, leaning down to rest his nose against yours. “If anyone makes fun of you, I’ll deal with them personally.”

“I want to hear you laugh. Whisper. Scream. Sing. I want to hear everything you have to say”

A loud giggle erupted from your lips but you immediatly coverd your mouth "sorry…" you said looking down,pouting

Toji snorts loudly, amused by the sudden outburst. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but smile at you as you covers your mouth.

“Don’t apologize” He whispers, moving your hands away from your mouth. “I want to hear you laugh some more.”

He brings his face closer, your noses touching again as they grin at each other. “I want to hear that little giggle again.”

You giggle again at his request, letting yourself enjoy the moment with this huge man. You're always had to be silent, forced to stay mute or else your parents would punish you.

But with Toji, you feels like you can do anything. No one’s there to stop you. You're free.

“I want to hear your little giggles every day,” he continues, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you bit closer to him. “I want to see you smile every day. I want to see you happy. No one is allowed to make fun of you again. Only I’m allowed to make fun of you.”

His voice is low and serious, though that smirk of his doesn’t disappear. He’s dead serious, and not joking at all.

“Do you understand?” he whispers to you, as he brushes your hair away from your neck. He rests his hands on your waist as you stare at each other.

“Only I’m allowed to make fun of you, only I get to hear you laugh. From now on, no one else gets to hurt you. I don’t want anyone making fun of my wife.”

Toji pauses for a moment, studying you. You're so tiny and vulnerable, and so easily hurt by the words of strangers. It makes him hate the world a little bit.

“Promise me you won’t listen to them anymore, okay?” The former assassin whispers, his arms tightening around you as he runs his hand down your back. “When they make fun of you, you’re going to turn to me and laugh. No matter the insult, I want to hear you laugh. Then I can tell them to shut up.”

“Mhm.” Toji leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. You continue to stare at each other, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. “My beloved wife.” He smiles, his thumb stroking your chin before running it down your neck and onto your shoulders.

“And my beloved wife never cries.”

“Never.” Toji’s voice is a low whisper as he wraps his free arm around your shoulder. They’re pressed so close together, their bodies touching, but it feels nice. Warm. Toji stares at you, humming a bit, and smiles at the thought of his wife.

For a moment, he just looks at you, enjoying the feeling of your presence.

“Let’s make each other happier” he murmurs, tilting his head for a kiss.

Toji pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer to him as his lips press against yours. He presses against your bodies, making sure his arms are wrapped around you tightly.

His tongue explores your mouth, and he enjoys the feel of your body against him. He breaks away from the kiss abruptly, panting heavily as he breaks free.

“Much happier” he whispers to you, panting heavily, grinning at the sweet, small woman in front of him.