daymarenightdream1

[daymarenightdream1]

sheltered reader who throughout her whole life hears about how she should only bear sons in her womb for her future husband because girls are useless and unimportant in jujutsu society but when she gets an arranged marriage to satoru and finally meets the strongest sorcerer who she assumed was just like the men of her clan, he looks at her with dreamy eyes, fist resting under his chin, and instead goes on about how much he wants his first baby to be a girl 🥹

[daymarenightdream1]

NSFW

"What are you doing? It's two in the morning, doll," Toji's voice drawls out, sleep morphing his voice into something quiet and gravelly.

You pause the show you have playing on your phone and look up at Toji, who's leaning against the dining room entryway. He has two random clumps of his hair sticking out, his eyes are slightly puffy with sleep, and there's this pout on his face that just pieces it all together.

"I woke up and wanted something sweet. I had a bite of cake and an orange. Well, two oranges," you say, giving him a glimpse of the progress you've made on the second one. He hums and goes quiet, groggily watching you continue to eat the fruit. "Go back to sleep, baby," you coo. "I'll head back in a few minutes."

"Come back, now. I'm tired," Toji says, crossing his arms over his chest. He really looks like the grumpiest of bears.

You chuckle at the almost whiny sound in his voice. "Five minutes."

"No. Too long."

"Three minutes?" You counteroffer.

Toji shakes his head. "No, baby. Now."

"But..." you hold up your remaining two pieces of orange.

"Finish up. I'm waiting on you."

You sigh and stuff the two pieces of orange in your mouth, before standing up to wash your hands.

You follow behind Toji as he leads you through the dark hallway, back to the bedroom. He waits for you to walk in before shutting the door and joining you on his side of the bed. Immediately, he tries to steal all your warmth, because the sheets and the blanket feel cold on his naked torso and his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and throws an arm over your chest, while his legs trap one of yours between them. He's all consuming.

"Why'd you get out of bed?" You murmur, stroking the back of his head. Toji lets out a quiet grunt, falling silent, again, after. You smile and stop talking so that he can go back to sleep. You bring your phone up and start scrolling through your socials, only to earn another quiet, but more disapproving grunt. "Sorry," your whisper, turning down the brightness of your screen.

"Turn it off, ma. It's too early for you to be awake," Toji chides.

"But I can't go back to sleep. I'm not tired," you explain.

"I can put you down. Just turn it off, alright?"

You sigh, defeatedly, and turn your screen off, before setting it on your nightstand.

"Turn onto your side," Toji tiredly mumbles, instructing you so that he can turn as well and spoon you. His arm goes over your waist and below your shirt to caress the bare skin of your tummy. His thumb slowly strokes your soft skin, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. "Relax," he says, coaxing a relieved sigh out of you. "There you go. You've got sugar in your system, now, ma. It might take a little longer to get you to sleep."

"Sorry," you mumble into your pillow. Your eyes don't feel heavy and you don't feel the least bit sluggish. It always feels nice to have Toji rub your tummy, and this method of getting you to sleep is ninety-nine point nine percent effective, the point one percent being this time.

"I don't think me rubbing your stomach is gonna save you this time," Toji says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He gets a quiet, disappointed sigh from you, followed by silence. He doesn't want you to feel bad. You're not the first person ever to wake up craving something so badly that it doesn't let you stay asleep, and tummy rubs aren't the only method he uses to help you get to sleep. "Want me to go down there and make it all better?" He murmurs.

"You need to sleep, too," you say, considering his own tiredness.

"I'll sleep just fine without you tossing and turning all night. Let me help you."

So, you do. You let him go under the blanket and pull your shorts and underwear down, both in one go. You feel his lips on your thighs, slowly making their way towards the part of you that very quickly grew needy, and once his tongue makes contact with you, your first instinct is to bend your knees and plant your feet on the mattress.

"Relax, baby," Toji says, under the blanket. His hands push on your thighs so that your legs go down, again. "Don't tense up too much. We're getting you to sleep, 'kay?"

"Sorry," you mumble, shutting your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the way Toji's mouth works on you. His hands stay on your thighs and rub your skin, soothingly, with the same gentleness he uses for the tummy rubs he gives you.

All that can be heard as Toji builds you up through the quietness of the night, are your soft breaths and the rustling of sheets, as you squirm and slightly arch off the bed. His tongue offers gentle licks to your clit, before he envelops the sensitive bud with his lips and starts suckling on it. Every time your legs go up, he hums against your cunt and pushes them back down, and it keeps going this way until he's had enough. You don't listen and he's corrected you multiple times, so he had to resort to locking your thighs in place with his arms.

"T-Toji," you whimper out, writhing under him and the relentlessness flicking of his tongue. "Please- Please?"

"Shh... I know, baby," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, before continuing.

Your legs are quivering and it's so hard to lie still when you've been edged and denied of your orgasm three times, now—all work done by solely his mouth. His soft, warm tongue has been lapping at you for long enough to have thin strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting you to him, even for a mere second, before those strings snap.

It doesn't take much more than Toji sucking on your over sensitive clit for a couple seconds, for you to finally get that powerful orgasm you've been grasping, but never fully reaching. Your toes curl, your hips roll against the mattress as your back arches off the bed, and you gasp sharply, a sound that leads the rest of your sounds of pleasure out, as Toji helps you ride out the sensation. While, normally, he would be a little mean and overstimulate you, even just the slightest bit, he opts out of it, this time, because the purpose of this from the start was to get you to sleep, and based off the sounds you made, Toji knows you're going to sleep so good.

Once you've calmed down, your breathing steadied and your body still on the bed—now entirely relaxed—Toji cleans you up with his tongue. Slow, gentle strokes, because despite this act of kindness being for you to achieve rest, he can't—doesn't want to—waste your sweet essence.

When he's done, he slides your underwear back on and uses your shorts to wipe his face, before tossing them somewhere behind him on the bed. Toji peeks out from under the blanket and takes in your peaceful expression. Your eyes are shut, not a crease in your brows, and your breaths come softly through your nose. This is it.

He tries to be as careful as possible when crawling back up to his side of the bed, not wanting to wake you up after just getting you to sleep. It seems like the coast is clear when his head hits his pillow and he carefully shifts so that he can watch you until he falls asleep. Then, he sees you stir and he starts thinking that maybe the orgasm didn't fully wear you out, but just left you dazed. He doesn't say anything when you briefly open your eyes to look at him, but when you lean in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, he's furthermore silenced. Immediately after, you bury your face in his chest and doze off for sure, this time. Toji coils around you and instantly returns to his all consuming way of sleeping with you.

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contents : no pronouns but written with f!reader in mind, eating, established relationship, very self indulgent/selfship coded, insecure reader, a little hurt to comfort ig, sprinkle of angst, fluff, no use of y/n wc < 1k

you didn’t like how the question had just slipped out, your insecurities getting the best of you. it wasn’t a side of yourself you liked to give attention to, but once the spiral started it was hard to stop it.

and it caused your boyfriend to sit with the smuggest smirk of mockery smeared across his face, and an eyebrow quirked in amusement.

“don’t look at me like that,” you retaliate against his look, earning you a low mixture of a scoff and a chuckle. it causes you to shrink in your seat, simply picking at your food with your fork.

“it’s a dumb question,” he states simply, the sly curve of his lips never losing an ounce of smugness.

“it’s not,” you mumble mostly to yourself as you avert your gaze to ogle mindlessly at the meal in front of you. you know there isn’t any ill intent in satoru's witty comments — there rarely is — you just aren’t in a state of mind where his silly jokes do you any good, your insecurities quickly deafening any sense of reason.

there’s a moment of silence, where it seems like the conversation has come to an end as quickly as it sprouted, leaving you to wallow even more in your own self deprecating mind before satoru quickly resurrects it.

“of course we would find each other in every universe.”

without hesitation, you tilt your head back up to direct all your attention at him again, staring big eyed at him with your lips parted in delightful surprise.

“what?” he asks, pausing mid bite. you try to read his face, see if there’s any bit of that classic satoru joking tone snuck into his confession — you find none.

“you’re saying it as if it’s so obvious.”

“because it is?” he shrugs nonchalantly before letting his teeth sink into the food for another bite.

the insecurity has slowly turned into interrogation, narrowing your eyebrows and leaning back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest. with a deep exhale, he drops his fork, folds his arms and leans forward on the table, the subtlest smirk stamped at the corner of his lips again.

“i just feel it.”

“you just feel it?”

“uh huh.”

“how exactly do you feel it.”

“you’re so deeply ingrained in me, so i know our connections travels dimensions.”

with his beautiful blue eyes staring into the deepest parts of your soul, the parts only he has been able to reach, he takes your breath away.

and as easy as that, he sends your insecurities astray — just like he always does.

then you see it, all over him, the love he has for you that he always carries so proudly on his sleeve.

it’s in the softness in his eyes when they have the privilege of looking at you. it’s in the crinkles by his eyes from falling asleep with a smile on his face when you’re in his arms. it’s on his lips when they curve, no matter how wide or slanted, always caused by the thought of you. and it’s in his shoulders, when your presence allows him to relax, finding no sound more peaceful then the sound of your voice.

because what you deem to be your flaws, satoru views as gifts.

he has never thought that your laugh grows too loud or obnoxious. to him it’s a reminder of life, and a clear sign that happiness is running through you. never has it crossed his mind that you might talk too much, knowing he could simply sit until the end of time and listen to you ramble.

satoru's smile quickly falters when he sees a shy pool well up along your waterline. “no, hey-“ he stutters, a little confused as he rises from his chair. before you even have the chance to comprehend his actions, he’s already stood behind you in your chair, wrapping his strong arms around you, his face pressed up against the side of yours. “if i said anything wrong…” he trails off, and you feel his embrace tighten.

a sad, little chuckle escapes you. “you didn’t,” it comes out weak but you know he hears you. you let your hands grab ahold of his forearms and squeeze, the only thing you feel like you can physically do to show him you’re okay as the tears slowly roll down your cheeks. “quite the opposite, really,” you sniffle.

“oh,” then he’s quiet for a moment, before you feel that smile return to his face. “you’re quite dramatic, aren’t you?”

he manages to draw a brighter laugh from your lips. “learned from you.”

“aah, that’s why you’re so good at it.”

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning into his comfort, feeling so small as he continues to hold you. his embrace is so secure it feels like he’ll never let go — and he knows he wouldn’t, if that’s what you needed.

“what are you sorry for?” he asks softly, his words of worry only able to be heard by you.

your shoulders rise in a restricted shrug. “being dramatic, as you said.” as the words travel past your tongue, you feel his arms flex tighter around you — if that’s even possible.

“stop that.” you feel his thumb slowly stroke you. “it’s okay. and i’ll always be here to calm you down.”

for a second you just take in his promise of devotion, and nod in agreement. “okay.”

“besides,” he breathes. “you’ll never be more dramatic than me, so i think we’ll be good.”

once again he manages to make you laugh, and his heart flutters.

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[daymarenightdream1]

✰ drunk sex with satoru is soooo sloppppyyy and wet and aghh! 😵‍💫

cw fem!reader, sex under the influence, sloppy sex, spit, unprotected, spanking, creampie, breeding kink go brrrr

empty wine glasses are strewn about the wooden coffee table, trace remnants of pinot noir swirling the bottom of the dishes. what was meant to be a wholesome night of tipsy jeopardy and anagrams turned into a sloppy, drunken fit of greedy hands and utter desperation.

the two of you are entangled in a fervid, knotted mess amidst the soft carpet of his living room. tattered garments of clothing droop haphazardly from your writhing bodies. your flimsy, silken sleep shorts are mindlessly tugged just below the plush skin of your thighs, bunching around your knees as satoru nudges your panties aside with a blind hand.

you kiss eachother silly, drunkenly moaning and pulling at one another like two feral cats in a barren alleyway. two long fingers are messily gliding between your swollen lips before brazenly spreading them apart. a throaty little whine leaves you, hips bucking against the hand that paws at you.

“uhuh f— fuuckk.” is all he can manage between little gasps of air, his breath warm and narcotically sweet. “off… take this off,” he murmurs impatiently, hooking his lithe fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, “god, let me seeeee, i wanna see you — wanna taste ‘em.”

as you allow him to yank your shirt over your head, the prettiest cry is dragging from your gaped mouth and his cock twitches. hurriedly, satoru’s warm tongue is lolling out, latching against one of your hardening nipples and sucking. he groans greedily as he laps against your skin, swapping between your breasts with fervid eagerness.

“so pretty,” he babbles drunkenly, mindlessly pushing the fat of your breasts together to lick along the expanse of your soft, perspiring skin, “such a good, pretty girl… god, i wanna swallow you whole.”

a breathy little giggle interrupts your fit of whimpers, head spinning as your fingers thread throughout his mussed ivory hair, dragging him closer. with a whimper, your head is deliriously craning back, pressing into the lavishly plush carpet. gossamers of treacly saliva connect his bottom lip to your skin as he pulls away, gasping. satoru trails his lips up your exposed throat, sloppily kissing his way to your parted mouth in a slick, slovenly mess.

“open that mouth for me,” he mutters against the corner of your lips, remnants of overpriced alcohol on his breath, “i wanna see your tongue, stick it out gooood for me.”

like the obedient girl he knows you are, you’re dropping your jaw and presenting your tongue to him. a gurgled sound leaves him, his body shuddering from your unrelenting obedience. between words of praise and heaving pants, he’s leaning down and drooling onto the plush center of your tongue. a deep, sensual groan belts from the pit of his sternum as he leans even closer to fully take your tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it with a satisfied hum of pleasure.

you possess half the brain to kiss him back properly as he envelops your lips yet again, messily kissing you into the floor of his high rise apartment with little recollection of how it even got to this point. satoru can hardly help the way he’s tugging at the waistband of his sweats, but he drunkenly forgets to undo the knotted bow so he whines impatiently as he struggles.

“fuuuck, help me!” desperately, he’s reaching for your hand as he whines, pulling it over his stiff cock so that you can somehow untie the tight little bow at the top of his sweatpants. “god, take them off before i fucking cum.”

eventually, you manage to get the hem of his sweats just below his twitching cock and with a low, droning groan of relief, satoru is woozily pulling you on top of him. he watches drunkenly as you pull your sodden panties aside before raising your hips above his drooling cock head.

that poor, weeping cunt drools down the length of his cock. warm strings of pretty arousal leak from your tightening hole, filthily marrying with the amalgamated precum that lewdly seeps from the swollen head of satoru’s cock. god, it’s a fucking mess — the both of you are practically spilling over with honeyed arousal and overbearing lust as you paw at one another.

abruptly, those large, greedy hands are pulling you down, down, down. satoru stuffs you to an unapologetic hilt in one fell swoop, savoring the obscene way your cunt tightens around him, wordlessly begging for more. he listens to your body’s aching cries of pleasure as he drags you off his cock, but it’s only to plop you right back down again with a shared mewl of rapture.

“oh my god, c’mereee.” it’s almost growl as he yanks you closer with a little more force than intended, his desperate hips beginning to rut beneath you. “kiss me s… so sloppy, i wanna taste that mouth, fuck.”

two big hands are reaching for the sides of your face, dragging you impossibly closer. you whine so prettily into his mouth as his tongue laps and glissades over yours, rivulets of drool spilling from the corners of his lips. wanton whimpers drip from his unabashed mouth, his pretty boy noises like kindle to a rampant flame.

“fuck, 'm so dizzy.” you mumble, a thin gossamer of candied saliva tethering your bottom lips together, marrying you as one. “your cock feels soooo good… soo p-perfect.”

satoru’s mouth gapes, those messy, ivory brows knitting together and screwing his face up in a way that makes your stomach sink. big hands are squeeezing the fat of your ass, lengthy fingers digging so deliciously into your warm skin that you let off short little gasp. a loud, earsplitting thwack! follows, resounding off the walls as his hand lands against your skin. the contact has your poor cunt clenching so hard around his cock that it’s evoking a long, guttural cry from his throat.

“hit me again…” it’s merely a breath lost between your shared pants, “fuck! hit me again, sato. do it a-again!”

a drunk little giggle leaves him, but he does it again, and again, and again — messily smacking the fat of your ass before soothingly kneading the raw skin with the palm of his hand. your head hurts trying to make sense of the prickling pain as it’s quickly being pacified by the same hand.

“c’mon, fuck me good.” he urges, shamelessly pulling you back and forth across his aching cock.

and maybe later you’ll blame the alcohol for the way you’re sloppily bouncing up and down the entire length of his cock, tongue hanging from the corner of your mouth like a bitch in heat, but none of that matters now. you can hardly help the hands that are running over your breasts, sluttily pulling your sensitive nipples between the pads of your fingers as your head dumbly slumps to the side.

satoru let’s off a throaty little groan, pushing your damp panties further into the crevice of your thigh, desperate to see more of that wet, sloppy pussy. greedily, he’s spreading your lips, a heavy thumb catching your swollen clit in a frenzied slew of unintelligible shapes and it’s pulling your jaw slack.

“mmh such a messy cunt… look at t-that.” he blathers, pupils dilating at the sight of his big thumb effortlessly gliding over your twitching clit, aimlessly slipping around the bundle of nerves. “did losing to me in jeopardy make you this wet, huhhh?”

you shake your head stupidly, grinding your pussy down onto him as you hold his cock deeeep. “you… those fucking sweatpants… the wine”

“fuck, the wine.” he affirms, nodding up to you in silent agreement. and it’s that same fucking wine that has him on the verge of unloading an obscene amount of cum inside of you with a rickety stutter of his hips. “gonna make me c— cuuum.” satoru chokes.

“cum inside of me.” it’s a timid whisper that tumbles past your lips faster than you can bring a hand over your mouth and gasp in your feigned incredulity.

that throbbing cock twitches. “f— fuuucck, stop d-don’t say that.” he dismisses half-heartedly, a nervous little laugh following his breathy words. “it’s just the wine, baby—hah, don’t say that… you don’t mean it.”

“please, baby? it’ll make me cum soo h-hard.” woozily, you’re dropping your head to pull his lips into a slow, filthy kiss — panting into the depths of his honeyed mouth as you whine so sluttily, begging for his seed. “wan’ you to get me pregnant.. ‘m so closeee. baby, please?”

the deep, gurgled sound that leaves his sore throat is purely a beacon of hope, he’s caving. pathetically. a hand is splaying across your throat before desperately dragging you closer. his fruitless protests are hopelessly lost, swallowed and forgotten in the endless of abyss of pleasure that is you.

“yeeeah? is that what you w-want? me to breed that perfect cunt?” it’s merely a growl, hotly mumbled against your lips, slick strands of saliva threading your mouths together before snapping with the growing distance. “will that make my pretty girl happy?”

you nod down to him, pretty brows furrowing in your crescendoing arousal as you rock your wobbly hips down against him. a heavy digit is steady on your clit, thumbing your poor cunt over and over and over, relentlessly tracing over the twitching bundle of nerves so many times that your back arches away from his touch.

“shiiiit, ‘m cumming… fuck fuck!” he hiccups, unsteady hips rutting against yours, fucking himself so unbelievably deep that he’s spilling out an obscene amount warm, viscous cum, marking your pulsing walls. “oh god, cum on it... cum around my cock and allll of that fucking cum like a good, sloppy girl.”

satoru gapes as you shudder and choke on your gasping breaths. he watches the narcotic jerk of your hips as you chase your orgasm, your head deliriously lolling back to dangle beyond your shoulders. god and you sound so fucking pretty, just whining and gasping and humming out beautiful sighs of ecstasy like a beaten record.

your stomach tightens, core aching with an undeniable need as you cum around his messy cock, the pad of his thumb steadily rubbing you through it, teasingly following the unpredictable buck of your hips. if he were of half the brain, he'd cum again, stuffing you with yet another filthy load of cum but, you’ve fucked each other dumb enough.

“n– never buying that shit again,” he murmurs breathily, chest heaving as he pulls you into a warm, sweaty embrace. “you talk too crazy.”

you shrug, an impish grin kissing your lips. “now what did we learn about buying wine off of suguru?”

"never fucking do it."

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au where suguru doesn't defect but brings home nanako and mimiko one night after a wild mission, wanting nothing more than to make sure the small girls are fed, hydrated, and cozy in a warm bed after what they have faced. he arrives and stops in his tracks when he sees satoru, who just brought home little tsumiki and megumi, and you with tiny yuuta, who has been anxiously hiding behind you ever since you brought him home. you and your boyfriends just stare at each other, all thinking the same thing.

"wow," you say first to break the tension-filled silence, then start laughing. behind you, yuuta relaxes a bit, his shoulders slumping in what you're certain is relief. it's gonna be alright now. i'll be okay.

suguru shrugs with a sheepish smile. "well then." next to him, nanako and mimiko also smile. exhausted, but soft and genuine. no more danger. we're safe here.

"okay!" satoru grins as he claps his hands together. "we'll make things work for now, but it looks like we're going to need a bigger house, yeah?" one of his hands pats tsumiki's shoulder, and the other ruffles megumi's spiky hair. both of them exhale, allowing the tension to leave their bodies. he's a bit crazy, but he won't let anything happen to us. things are finally looking up.

three became eight that night. it's busy and chaotic most days, but you, satoru, and suguru wouldn't change a single thing.

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“i should leave.”

“stay.” sukuna grunts, his arm tightening around you.

it was another hot night of intimacy with your king, as a part of his harem, your duty was to satisfy him when needed, and that's exactly what happened tonight.

“but my lord —” you begin to protest, your mind not quite wrapping around the idea of staying the night in his chambers, after all, he didn't like waking up to a concubine next to him.

“i said stay.” he says, his voice rough as he pulls you closer against his bare chest.

you can’t help but feel heat spread at your cheeks. unsure of what to do next, you simply lay in his arms, trying to brush off the thought of what this could mean — he never liked sharing his bed and now he was asking you to stay the night? that won't settle well with the other concubines, they were already jealous of you as it is.

after all, ever since you came, sukuna has been paying extra attention to you, spending more time and more heated nights with your company.

he can't help it really, and he hates it — the chokehold you have on him was almost unbearable for the king of curses.

and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to push you away.

you were like an addicting drug — all took was one night and sukuna was hooked, everything about you was intoxicating.

from the curves of your body to the taste of your lips against his to the addicting perfume you always wore, he couldn't get enough.

and asking you to stay was definitely evidence of that.

his fingers trace the outline of your body and you shiver at the touch, which makes sukuna let out a little chuckle.

“just admiring you.” he mutters and you try not to gasp — had he had too much to drink again?

“don't leave.” he says after a while and it takes you a moment before you nod, “i won't.”

and the king of curses practically purrs,

“good.”

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❝𝗡𝗼 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲❞

Chapter 0.5 - 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru Gojo x female reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: In a world where promises bind souls together and breaking them has dire consequences, you make a promise to your best friend Satoru Gojo. A promise that will change your lives forever. As you both grow up, you find yourselves torn apart by the threads of fate. As they navigate the obstacles that life throws their way, will their their friendship stand the test of time… or will it be shattered beyond repair?

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none for this chapter

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.1k

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝒾. 𝒜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

A promise should never be made if it cannot be kept. The fool who naïvely binds themselves in the chains of an oath shall suffer, indeed.

Your mother’s words rang through your head as you watched the pink petals of the Gojo family’s Sakura tree spiral in a flurry to the ground, the rushing of the ominous wind the only sound that filled the silence.

You stood in the clearing before the Gojo family estate, eyes darting from the compressed dirt beneath to the young boy standing in front of you, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The blush pink kimono your mother had stuffed you into mere hours ago, pulling you by the ear to make you stand still, was now sticking to your back. The thick ruby sash tied around your waist started to feel less like a belt and more like a boa constrictor, squeezing tighter and tighter with every breath.

“Promise me.” The young boy declared once again, little hands clenching beneath the thick sleeves of his kimono. The storm of his blue eyes was vibrant, unlike the dull grey and navy of his fine clothes. His snow-white hair rustled in the wind, the strands fluttering across his eyes unable to break the intensity of his gaze. And where was he looking?

Straight at you, of course. His best friend.

You tugged on the long sleeves of your kimono, hands dwarfed by the soft fabric, wishing you could go back to playing the next round of onigokko. You wanted to run from the young Gojo’s oath as though his words were ‘it’, trying to catch you out.

Your mother and father had left you in the young Gojo’s company to play, as you always did, ever since these meetings had begun a year ago, the day after your sixth birthday.

You had tried, once, to follow them into the tea room where they met with Daimyo Gojo and his wife, the young Gojo pulling you forward with an impatient grip. Your parents quickly shooed you and Gojo away with warm smiles and waving hands, attempting to placate you with utterances on how ‘these were matters above your understanding’.

But the two of you, sharing a common stubbornness, had decided to press your cheeks to the door, listening intently. You’d heard hushed whispers and your own names, but not much more. Of course, being so young and brash, your stealth was somewhat lacking. The two of you were quickly spotted by the servants traversing the corridors, who would quickly usher you away from the private meetings between your family and the Gojo family.

Some matters were not meant for the ears of little children.

Today’s games had lasted mere moments, the two of you running through the grounds, when the young Gojo had screeched to a stop, whirled on his heel, and uttered those dreadful words.

“Promise me you shall be my friend forever.” He’d said with frightening earnestness.

“What? Satoru, let’s keep playing,” you had cried, dread settling in your tummy.

“Not until you promise.” He’d repeated.

And so, here you were, standing under the same tree you often climbed with your best friend, watching as it shed its delicate petals.

Would it still be lauded as beautiful when it was bare? Would the people of the estate stop their daily chores to stand and look at a mangled mess of crooked finger-like projections, reaching desperately for the sky?

Would they care for such a damaged, dying thing?

“But, Satoru,” you whined, “Mother says only fools make promises they can’t keep!”

He crossed his arms, furrowing his brows as he stood his ground. “You won’t be a fool if you don’t break it.”

You tugged at your soft belt, shifting from foot to foot. “I don’t know…”

The young boy huffed. “Do it as a gift for my eighth birthday. Pleeeeease.”

A sense of dismay washed through you. What if you couldn’t keep the promise? You thought.

Your mind trailed back to serene evenings spent in your own family home, when you’d been sat between your mother’s legs as she brushed your hair by the fireplace. She had rambled on and on about all the different but terrible consequences of breaking a promise, your eyes drooping shut with each word. While you couldn’t remember exactly what the outcomes were, you were filled with an underlying dread.

What if something happened, and you had to break the promise? You liked the idea of being friends with Gojo forever, and couldn’t imagine ever hating him, but even to your young, sheltered mind, forever seemed like a long time.

“Come on, just promise!” he whined.

No, you could keep the promise. You weren’t a fool. Right?

Anxiety rushed through you, your fingers jittering in anticipation.

“…If I promise you, can we keep playing after?” you asked, crossing your fingers behind your back. Just in case. You thought.

He nodded, a victorious smile starting to spread across his face.

“Okay then, fine, I promise.” You crossed your arms. “I want to be ‘it’ now,” you whined.

“Wait, we have to pinkie-promise, otherwise it doesn’t count.” He rushed over to you.

“Toruuu!” you whined. The pit in your stomach widened.

“Pinkie-promise!” He grabbed your little hand and raised it up, waiting for you to extend your little finger. His brows raised as you hesitated.

You grumbled as you finally linked your finger to his, staring into his eyes. “Fine. There. Happy?”

“No, you have to say it.”

“Say what?”

“I promise that I will be your friend forever, and I promise that I will never hate you. Say it now, say it!”

You faltered, grimacing. He just wouldn’t let you get away with it… A lone pink petal danced along the back of your hand, before floating wistfully to the ground.

What was the worst that could happen?

“I… promise that I will be your friend…” you trailed off, clinging to his finger, debating whether you were going to finish the sentence.

“Forever,” He reiterated after you paused a moment too long, encouraging you with a nod.

“I'm getting to it!" You huffed. "I promise we will be friends... forever… and I promise… to never hate you.” You let go of his hand, his grin finally wide and exuberant. A final wash of dread zinged down your spine.

You would just have to ensure the promise would never be broken, then. You could do that, surely.

You quickly slapped his shoulder and sprinted away in mischievous satisfaction, all dread dissipating and forgotten in your young mind as more important matters encompassed it. You squealed, “You’re it!”

“Hey! Not fair!” he cried.

Gojo darted after you, the giggles and squeals of happy children echoing into the estate. Your friendship had built quickly over the span of a year, and would deepen further over future days.

But that wouldn not stop you from waking every day with the oath on your lips, and the fear of your mother finding out what you had done.

If she were around to see you now, years later, she would have called you exactly what you knew you were.

A naïve, stupid fool.

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: This is a little taster of what is to come! Please let me know your thoughts! :3 I am a bit of a slow writer, but i have lots planned for this story!

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: Taglist is open, send me an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged!

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❝𝗡𝗼 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲❞ - {ongoing series}

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru Gojo x female reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: In a world where promises bind souls together and breaking them has dire consequences, you make a promise to your best friend Satoru Gojo. A promise that will change your lives forever. As you both grow up, you find yourselves torn apart by the threads of fate. As they navigate the obstacles that life throws their way, will their their friendship stand the test of time… or will it be shattered beyond repair?

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Angst, when i say angst i mean ANGST, explicit words/swearing, violence, mentions of physical/verbal abuse, explicit descriptions of physical/verbal abuse(not by gojo), the besties fight :( , smut

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: slow burn, eventual fluff, eventual smut, miscommunication, arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, set in the Heian era, friends to enemies to lovers, female reader

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: estimated 25k but this is (very) likely to change

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 (𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟘.𝟝 - prelude

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 - Budding flowers (it's cooking)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 - Snapping strings (it's cooking)

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: Taglist is open, send me an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged!

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I'm trying my hand at writing a multi-part series, set in the heian era with gojo and reader. Thinking of making it a friends to enemies to lovers.... Slow burn with lots of angst...

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Hot take: pedophiles are people sexually attracted to children, whether they actually rape a child or not. So if you get off on pedophilic fanfiction, you are, in fact, a pedophile. For every incarcerated pedophile, it was ���just a fantasy” at one point too.

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru gojo x reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: hurt, ANGST, major character death (reader), swearing, graphic descriptions of wound (a little bit of gore)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 588 words

“Where were you?” you warbled.

Satoru’s hands shook as they pressed against the gaping gash in your abdomen. He just had to keep you awake until Shoko arrived. Your gaze slunk downwards, peeping a flash of red before Satoru blocked your view.

“No,” he whispered, “Don’t look, keep your eyes on me, baby,” His face was pale and sweaty, a marked difference from his typical aloof and confident display.

Another terrible rush of pain rippled up your abdomen. “Is it bad?” you panted, an awful wrongness spreading through you. Something was wrong. Really, really wrong. “Satoru, it hurts,” you whimpered.

Satoru huffed, bile stinging the back of his mouth. It was the kind of laugh that escaped from a person’s soul when the absurdity of a situation had surpassed the acceptable threshold. Usually bombastic and mouthy, Satoru was lost for words. Your intestines were spilling out of your body, long loops and swirls of pink pulsatile flesh held up by his bloodied hands. Your stomach was mauled, sinew and muscle torn like pulled pork. The blood seeped and pulsed out, out, out, and how on earth was he supposed to reassure you when he was holding your fucking bleeding guts in his hands.

“Satoru,” you hummed, eyelids drooping down. They felt so heavy, and you were starting to feel so warm, the pain slowly dissipating. “I’m just… gonna close my eyes… for a sec…”

“No, no, nononono, don’t you dare!” Satoru shouted. “You stay awake, hey- HEY!” He slapped your cheek, causing you to jolt your eyes open. “Do NOT close your eyes,” he ordered you in a panic, tears stinging at his eyes.

You fought to keep your eyes open, his frame shifting in and out of focus. “Satoru, where were you?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I was just angry, I wanted to cool off, and they said it would only be a few low-level curses… I was an idiot, but you have to stay awake, so you can yell at me for being an idiot, please baby,” He begged you.

“Satoru, it’s okay,” you pressed a feeble hand against his cheek. Your fingers were cold. You had lost too much blood. Your head felt woozy and too large. “It’s okay, love, couples argue sometimes.”

“No, I should’ve- should’ve been here, I was stupid, and angry… Please, I can’t- don’t-  please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you, too.” He begged you.

You groaned in pain as you shivered, when suddenly a very comfortable warmth spread over you. That... wasn’t normal, right? You thought.

Satoru’s head fell as he hyperventilated, panic gripping his throat. “What happened, baby?”

You took a slow, wheezing breath. It took you far too long to finally answer. “The curses… There were three special grades.”

“Shit,” he swore.

“We were totally unprepared. They went for the kill, so I took the blow.”

Satoru cursed under his breath again.

“Did I… Did I do good?” you whimpered as the edges of your vision turned black.

Satoru’s fingers brushed your blood-soaked hair off your face so, so tenderly. “You did so good, baby. You just have to do good a little while longer, okay? Shoko’s coming. Hold on for me now.”

His voice became muffled as you shut your eyes, the pitch of his voice rising, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. A heavy and irresistible wave of warm peace crashed over you. You just wanted to sleep for a little bit.

But you never woke up.

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Need a seatbelt when you Ride it

Cw-MDNI- Satoru x fem!reader, explicit, domestic smut

After ten years together and three kids, you and your husband Satoru are still as freaky as ever.

Dropping the three girls off with Auntie Shoko and Uncle Sugu, you immediately dive down and start sucking Satoru's cock as he drives that minivan neither of you wanted. Gone is PTA mom and soccer dad, replaced with Satoru whimpering as you slobber down his length.

'Baby f-fuck not gonna make it' he whines, big hand slipping down to rub you under your skirt over your tights, which you've soaked through, earning his groan. 'So wet, fuck you're a slutty soccer mommy'

You just moan around him, to the point your husband Satoru has to pull over, the side of some quiet street, pulling you by your hair off him, you look at his lidded blue eyes as you stroke his cock up and down. 'Need you, now Toru, please'

Satoru slides his seat back, leaning over and kissing you sloppy and messy, not sweet little pecks like you all usually do, no its dirty. He's spitting in your mouth when he yanks a titty out toying with your nipple, dragging you on his lap.

He's as eager as when you all met in college, and so are you, you're so excited your head bumps the TV system, playing dumb ass Coco melon the kids watched, you both laugh breathless. 'Please... need you in me'

'Lemme lick her' He rips a hole right in your tights making you gasp, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet cunt, your ass bumps the steering wheel, honking the horn and making you both blush and giggle as you look around.

'Can't wait. Lick me later' you take his cock and rub it against your slit. He cries out, cheeks dusted pink, while your hands entangle in his silky white locks, his hands on your hips firmer.

'Fine lemme taste you, at least. Fuck...' Satoru's thumb swirls your clit as you sink down on his cock, inch by inch, and fuck there were so many, stretching you, cunt gushing when he sucks you off his thumb, cheeks hollowing, blue eyes rolling back. His hands grip you hard then, yanking you down his length, filling you so good you are close from that. 'You're so tight'

'Fuck me, please, please' Soon your husband Satoru is pounding into your pussy, leaky tip slamming your cervix, and you're pretty sure you're not making those dinner reservations when you cumming for the third time and he's dragging you to the back of the minivan, as dumbass cocomelon plays and you're smashed against a bunch of toys and goldfish wrappers, but you really don't mind when he's cumming inside you again, whispering -

'Gonna put another baby in you, whole fucking soccer team'

Hcs of my man all domestic✨️

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❝𝗜𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱❞ (c:)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Sukuna x reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: When the memories of your terrible past thrust you into a state of panic, the king comes to your rescue. Set in a medieval-ish era. True form sukuna.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: hurt/comfort, fluff(?), slightly ooc Sukuna

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.2k

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I had such a bad panic attack i wrote this purely as a cope lmao. Also, listened to a Sukuna asmr by Howl KAI where he calls you little akuma (little devil) and BRUH. It's entering my top ten list of nicknames. LOVE it so much.

I don't think this fic is even any good as i wrote it super fast but i hope you guys enjoy <3

Today was a bad day, you thought as you settled further into the small bed in the chambers the King of Curses had ordered you to reside in.

The quarters he’d ordered you to stay in were mere moments from his own, wanting your presence close by whenever he required your company. Recently, Sukuna had decided you, one of the meagre servants in his bustling palace, needed to be close to his own chambers. He no longer wanted to wait for you to traverse the thirty minutes it usually took from the servant’s quarters to his chambers whenever his urges struck him. Which led to your… change in duties and location.

Yes, today was a bad day. You didn’t have many of them, but when these episodes struck you, they were unpleasant, to say the least.

Terrible anxiety pulsed through you, scratching at your chest and plunging all the way down into your stomach. Your hands shook as sweat stuck your hair to the back of your neck. You wrapped yourself in your blankets, scrunching your eyes shut as you tried to breathe, breathe, breathe… You desperately tried to remind yourself, this would pass, this would pass, this would pass. You really didn’t want to rush to the bathroom again, acrid bile on your lips and a burning in your stomach.

They’re going to know exactly where you are…

But with each passing moment, the wave of sheer panic rose, circling higher and higher, dragging you on a rollercoaster of terror. Your thoughts spiralled, each one leading to another more catastrophic fantasy, rendering you to a mess of stuttering gasps as you attempted to grasp control. Nausea roiled in your gut like a serpent. Memories of the people from your village rung through your mind, torturing you with their cruel acts and disgraceful words.

They’re going to find you and hurt you. Laugh at you as you cry…

But you had no power over this, you knew you just had to ride it out. You tried to breathe again, chest fluttering as you vainly attempted to take another deep breath. The panic only settled deeper as your ribcage expanded, thoughts taking control of you.

They’re going to know. They’re all going to know and they’re going to ruin you.

Panic clutched at your throat, sending a terrible wrongness through you. Like someone had tried to play a chord and pressed the wrong key, dissonant sounds filtering through the air.

They’re going to get you…

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you wheezed, bile stinging the back of your throat. Suddenly, you whipped the blankets and furs to the side, stumbling for the bathroom, the meagre contents of your stomach clawing for escape. You retched over the metal pot in the lavatory, bringing up no more than sour liquid, having already emptied the contents of your stomach.

You finally finished heaving, cleaning your mouth with a spare rag as you wiped your tears and tried to calm your frayed nerves. You returned to the bed, cocooning yourself in between the linens and furs, taking solace in the moment of reprieve.

You felt your soul leaning forward, pressing against your chest as it ached for the king. You had grown used to his presence, and in this moment of weakness, found yourself desperate for his company. The usual fear that drove your every action in his presence was notably absent.

Suddenly, the door to your chambers whirled open, slamming against the wall. You jolted, turning to see the behemoth of a curse standing at your door. You were too frazzled from your episode to bother shaking.

“Who has threatened the life of my servant?” his voice boomed into your small chambers, the threat crystal clear in his tone.

You shook your head, words failing you.

Sukuna stalked towards you, one of his four hands clenching his blood-stained white robes as he sneered at the walls. “Who has dared to touch my servant.”

“No one, my king.” You sputtered.

“Then why does your soul tremble so?” Sukuna drawled as he clutched your blankets away to expose you, clad in a thin nightgown. He dropped the blankets to the ground, eyes scanning over you.

“I profusely apologise, my lord, it is… nothing of note. No one has threatened me.” Shame washed through you. Had you somehow led him to coming to you? It all added to your terribly anxious state, intermingling with fear as you worried that you had taken him from his duties. You had wasted his time with your silly mortal whims, as he often termed it.

Sukuna stared at you, the hard lines of his face smoothing into a calmer expression. His hand reached for your arm, gripping and pulling you forward as his piercing eyes scanned your appearance. He finally released you with a hum when he was satisfied you were unharmed. “Why do you tremble so, brat?”

You willed the tears building at your eyes to wither away as you rubbed at your eyes. “It is n- nothing, my lord.”

“Stop your waggling tongue. Do not lie to your king.” He crossed the upper set of arms, a tendon in his jaw flickering.

“Truly, my lord, it is nothing of note. It is not worth your time…” you mumbled as you reached for the blankets, craving their warmth.

“Do you think me to be a fool?”

A moment of tense silence sunk over you.

“I am sorry, my king. Truly, it is nothing.” You looked him in the eye as you tried to convince him.

“Listen, here, whelp. Your King felt your soul trembling from across the palace, screaming out for my presence.”

You froze, guilt grasping as fervently as panic at your chest. “I am sorry, my king. I have wasted your time needlessly.” You shook your head in shame.

He breathed slowly through his nose as he sat upon the bed, ushering you to the side before gathering you together with the blankets into his four arms like a pet, rubbing your back. “Little Akuma. Come now, settle.”

The panic that had clutched at you before lowered its ugly head an inch, slowly beginning to dissipate. He hummed, the vibrations going through his chest and rumbling into your body. Sukuna held you in silence for a while, the sounds of his calming breaths soothing you, before he spoke once more, probing tenderly. “Little Akuma, what troubles you so?”

“I… It is nothing, my lord. Sometimes… memories of the village. I remember what they did… It frightens me.”

He hummed. “You know that, by my hand, they live no more, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

“You mortals perplex me so. Trembling over the workings of your mind. Rest now, I will guard this place.”

He pressed your head into his chest as he pulled your legs up and over his own, holding you in the bundle of linens and furs. His hands started to brush through your hair, scratching at your scalp in soothing repetitive motions. “It simply will not do for my servant to tremble so in my absence. From this moment, you shall accompany me in all my duties.”

You tensed. “I do not want to waste your time, my king…”

He sneered at you. “You have no say in this, brat.”

Your body settled, enveloped in his arms as the memories started to fade away. Once the king of curses decided on something, there was no point in arguing.

Sukuna brushed his fingers against your cheek. “No harm will come to you while you rest, now, my little Akuma. Rest.”

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「MASTERLIST」

🐻 Bear Boyfriend Toji 🐻

• Clingy bear

• More of the clingy bear

• Even more of the clingy bear

• Sick clingy bear

• Mornings with the clingy bear

• Return of the clingy bear

. ๋࣭݁ ｡˚⭑ The Drunken Collection ⭑. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

• Misunderstanding

• Eat or no kisses

• With a bottle?

• Respect

• Fake friend activities

• Sleeping? Without me?

★ ⋆ Everything Else ⋆ ★

• Stalker Toji | (Dark Content)

• Odd Comfort

• Nightly intimate moments

• Chest massage

• It's almost 2am

• When you can't sleep

• Stop being mad

• Matching undergarments

• If I can't have you, no one can (Toji the cover hog)

• Hickeys

• Puppy

• Calm down

• It started with fruit

• Don't look... LOOK!

• Perv Toji

• Perv Toji

• You're having ma baybeh

• Simple weaknesses

• How you need me

• Slow down, breathe

• Flattered and flattened

• Lazy almost 2am kisses

• Got you

• Bump, bump, bump

• Look at you

• Fight, fight, fight!

• The one where you're sick

• Hotel

• Really?

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You're tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep in any position you lie in. Every time you turn, Toji accommodates to your new position, but you never last in one position long enough for him to stay asleep.

"Do you not want me to cuddle you or something?" He asks, opening his tired eyes for the nth time that night.

"No, you're good," you respond, turning onto your side, again. He sighs, hoping this will be the position you finally fall asleep in. He latches onto your back, wrapping his arm around you before shutting his eyes. Two minutes later, you're wiggling around, again, turning onto your stomach. Your arms wrap around your pillow, and you rest the side of your face on it. Toji always has to be touching some part of you when he sleeps, so he throws his arm over your back. He clicks his tongue when, once again, you flip onto your back.

"What, baby? Why are you moving around so much?" He's trying not to let his tiredness control his attitude towards you, but you've been doing this for almost half an hour now.

"I can't sleep. I close my eyes and nothing happens. It's just dark," you explain.

"Well, try again, ma. You wake up too early to be going to sleep so late."

You do as he says, and try again. Your arms rest on your stomach and you try to stay as still as possible with your eyes shut. Suddenly, your feet feel too warm and you feel the urge to find a cool spot on the blanket, so you shift your legs. You feel like your head is in an awkward position on your pillow, like you're sinking backwards and your neck is uncomfortable because of it. You feel like turning back onto your side and curling up, so you do just that, letting Toji's arm slide off your chest.

"Shift one more time," he grumbles, turning his body towards your back, again, draping his arm over your waist. He's tired of hearing the sheets rustle with every move you make.

You heed his warning, and stay still for the longest you have in a minute. Toji thinks you may have finally fallen asleep, and feels safe to doze off, as well.

Then, you flip onto your other side, snapping the last string of Toji's patience. Without a single warning, you're being pulled until you're flat on top of him, your face buried in his chest. His arms wrap around you, fastening your body against his and he crosses his legs over yours, securing them. He can feel you fidgeting in his hold, still trying to move.

"Stop, mama," he says, holding you tighter. "Just breathe."

You still and try to focus on the sound of his heartbeat. It's steady, like the rise and fall of his chest. He smells good and his skin is comfortably warm. His arms apply a relaxing amount of pressure on your back. You don't feel unsteady as you remain balanced on top of him. Your eyelids feel heavy and your breathing is replicating the rhythm of his. Your heartbeat is slowing as you calm down and you release all the tension in your body, allowing yourself to go limp. Your eyelids fall shut and all that can be heard are the soft sounds of you breathing through your nose. Both of you finally get to rest.