#Jujutsu kaizen imagines

[gigglingcloud]

*Geto finally sleeping after weeks of insomnia *

Gojo * breaking the wall * :

I WANT WAFFLE FREIS!!!

[sweetchildcloud]

||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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@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“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.

[raikasueta]

I came up with a lok AU. Kind of after watching the Jujutsu Kaizen movie. So I smashed my favourite things together.

Imagine after the explosion Noatak survives and cannot comprehend Tarrlok’s death. So, maybe unintentionally, maybe not, he comes up with creating another, cursed Tarrlok. And he’s almost perfect. His baby brother, a kid, bearing no resemblance to their father, looking just like he did twenty-six or more years ago. But he’s also really uncanny, ‘cause Noatak doesn’t remember his face really well. The lights in his eyes out out, dead, staring deep into your soul. His voice is weird, kind of an echo. But he’s happy to be with his brother and is reluctant to leave. It’s a good thing only a few people can see him. Otherwise there would be questions.

Also a doodle I did while studying because it looks cool

[ginki]

Home Is Inside You┊ ┊┊ Nanami Kento

Mature content. Minors do not interact.

⚘ Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader (established relationship)

⚘ Genre: Smut

⚘ Word count: 2.7k

⚘ Content warnings: marriage kink, domesticity kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie

⚘ A/N: My first smut piece on here let's goooo!! My wife kink is going brrr so hard rn so please join me. And, of course, let me know if you enjoyed!

“See something you like?” He murmurs as he catches your eyes in the mirror. His lips quirk up as he watches you prop yourself up on the bed, naked, watching him.

You hum. “Always.”

He chuckles and it sounds like drums- like a deep and lustrous melody. It makes you smile.

Kento notices your face turn from playful to hungry as he slowly takes off his tie, then his holster, observing your reaction as you follow his hands when they roam over the leather straps and unfasten them. When he leans over to gently set his weapon against the wall, your eyes rake over the curve of his ass. You watch him slowly, tantalizingly, unbutton his shirt but you don’t complain, mesmerized by his every move. He’s forced to look away as he kneels on the ground to undo his sock garters and slip his socks off. It was stupid how much you liked those things. When he stands, he immediately looks in the mirror for your face and you make eye contact. You look up at him through heavy lashes, eyes immediately darting away and cheeks flushing. Before you came into his life he would have been embarrassed by something like this but these days he relishes seeing you openly desire him. With you by his side, there’s never a reason for him to be strained in his confidence.

“Don’t look away,” he mumbles. The sudden sound in the once silent room shocks you and brings your attention back to him.

There's a thick and sticky tension steadily building in the room as he pulls the zipper of his slacks down and hooks his thumbs under the edges of his pants and boxer briefs. Your rough sigh fills the room as you watch his dick slightly bob from the release of the underwear. The last bit of his clothing hits the floor and he steps out of the pile, cooly making his way to join you on the bed. You roll onto your back and reach up to cradle his face as he bends down to kiss you, effectively caging you with his arms and legs. It's muscle memory now- the way you two dance around each other, always hungry and always waiting.

The kiss is passionate. Kento is a disciplined man and he has learned how to take his time with you, how to build up your pleasure to its peak. He pours his love and desire into your mouth as his tongue finds yours. You can feel the skin at his temples pull taunt, a sign that his eyebrows are furrowed. The thought makes you chuckle.

He pulls back, the expression you had pictured him in taking form in real life.

“What?”

“Always so serious,” you tease him, giggling as his forehead wrinkles even further.

“Should I not be?”

“Not what I meant,” you mummer against his lips as you kiss him again. You try to return his passion, tugging on his lip with your teeth as you pull away. “Just think it’s cute. You’re a serious man. Always focused,” you mumble, running the flat of your palms down his neck and his chest. “One of the many reasons I love you.”

“Love you too,” he mumbles back, a shudder running through his body as he leans in to catch your lips.

This was one of your favorite parts of the whole thing. His lips were trying to consume you and at the same time pour himself into you. When you lean up to press into the kiss harder, he always comes back with double force, forcing your head down into the pillows. It’s a small power play, a show of his strength, that always gets your head spinning. You run your hands back up his chest, to his shoulders, down his arms, basking in the way his breathing picks up. It pulls you two apart, both panting for air before getting lost in each other again. You could stay like that forever, drinking him, but he has other plans.

He leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck, light, breathing teasing against your skin. As he moves lower to your breasts, you feel a strong hand slide from your knee to your inner thigh. Instinct and desire take over naturally and invite him in. It's lovely for him: being able to know you like this and having you spread underneath him. He knows just what to do to mold you to him, to have you melting in his hand. Once your legs are spread, he makes himself comfortable between them, the heat from your core already radiating over his abdomen, and your legs enterwine with his, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

The hand previously on your thigh finds its way back to your hip and then up, a calloused hand coming to join his mouth on your chest. His mouth works on one, kissing underneath and nipping before his lips fully wrap around your nipple and suck hard, teeth grazing the bud. You arch into him and moan as his hand mimics the actions, looking down at him as his mouth moves on to give attention where his hand had previously been. Ludely, he sticks his tongue out to lap at the nipple, licking in an unbroken circle around the bud. Your thighs tighten around his hips and you vaguely think about how lucky you are to see this.

As he focuses his mouth on your chest, his hand travels back down, gliding over your ribs, then your stomach, finally coming to cup your pussy.

“You’re burning up down here,” he whispers as he places kisses just below your ear and down your neck.

You whine in response. In return, his middle finger, once resting between the lips of your pussy, pushes deeper and grazes your hole. You rock your hips into his hand to no avail.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mummers against your neck, his tousled hair tickling your collarbone. “So needy. Already so wet for me.”

“Want you,” you plead. “Wanted you all day,” you gasp as he slips a finger inside you. You stutter out your next sentence. “Always want you.”

He moans deep in his chest, the sensation rattling you and making you clench on empty air as he pulls his finger out far too soon.

“Want you too. But I know you’ve had a long week. Know how much your back hurts.”

You sigh dejectedly. You’d been on your feet all day at work for the past week and it was killing your back. Not to mention, you had made Nanami unaware of this fact and he went rough on you a couple of nights ago. That certainly has not helped your case. A twinge of guilt runs through you remembering the stress he’d felt over hurting you.

“I know,” you pout. “I hate it. I just wanna feel you.”

“I want you to rest.” He comes up from your neck to look at your face. “I want you to relax. Enjoy yourself. I’ll give you what you need.”

His words are confusing enough but your eyebrows crease deeply as he leans over to grab something from under the bed. Only when he comes up with your rabbit vibrator do the dots connect.

“You like this thing quite a bit, don’t you?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice again.

You nod hesitantly. You feel your walls clench as he presses down the button to turn it on, the familiar buzz letting you know it was ready.

“I’ll use this tonight and watch you fall apart under me. I can observe your reactions better when I’m not pounding into you.”

His filthy words make you whine and clench your thighs around his hips again. There was always a point in Kento’s desire where he would tell you anything to get you riled up. It was like a game for him. He wanted to see what flustered you, what got you soaking before he even did anything. He found out a long time ago that your weak point was his voice.

He cages you in again, supporting his weight on one forearm and using the other hand to press the vibrator to your clit. You moan at the mixture of contact and the heat and tautness of Kento’s body surrounding yours.

“So pretty,” he whispers, lavishing the other side of your neck with licks, bites, and kisses. “So good for me. Tell me what you were thinking about today.”

Tell me why you want me.

“Was thinking,” you start after a minute, your head a bit jumbled from concentrating on the vibrator. “Was thinking about your suit. How you look so normal. So normal until you take it off.” Your hips stutter as you recall the fantasy you had that day. “And when you- when you take it off you have your weapon. And those fucking leather straps.”

You arch into him, body begging for more pressure, more attention. You’ve been pent up all day and now it’s going to your head. You throw your head back and close your eyes as you recall.

“God,” you gnash out. “When I see that thing. It makes me think of how precise you are. So strong. So good at what you do. A record breaker. And then you have to take it off to fuck me. Hang up work and have you all to myself. And when you came home, that’s exactly what you did.”

You let out a small cry as he starts to run the vibrator in tight circles on your clit. He moans in response. You think the world of him and it turns him on more than anything. He wants to be the only one that can please you like this. You’re always ready to praise him for ravishing you and it sends desire right through him whenever he thinks about it. Knowing you still fantasize about him even after all this time makes him hot. His body feels like it’s on fire with every sentence. He’s barely even touched you, has no hands on you at the moment, and you're a moaning, desperate mess for him. It makes him dizzy.

“Keep going,” he pants out, hips starting to rut into the bed.

You can feel his hips moving over yours and makes you nearly delirious. You’re panting hard as you reach out to cup his face.

“You’re so gorgeous, Kento. Everything about you. I love your eyes and your nose. I love messing up your hair when you get home. Love seeing it fall in your face. Love your body and your cock," you throw your head back again thinking about him filling you. “It fits me so well.” You come back to look at him, hoping to make an impact with your next sentence:

“I’m so lucky to have you, my beautiful husband.”

Husband. Hearing you call him that is like a siren call. He knows he promised you an easy night but heaven have mercy; he wanted nothing more to bury himself inside your cunt. The strangled groan he releases has you aching and soaking the sheets. He can barely keep ahold of the vibrator with how wet you’ve made it.

“Kento,” you moan out his name, a plea in and of itself.

“Fuck,” he bites out, rutting harder into the bed. “You’re breathtaking. Want to feel you cum on me. That okay? Won’t move. Just,” his words shake as his thrusts stutter. “Just need to feel you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you beg, wanting so badly to be filled. “‘Yes, please, baby. Wanna feel you before I cum.”

You whine as he drags his middle and pointer fingers up your pussy, gathering your fluid and smearing it on his cock. You take the vibrator over for him.

“I don’t think you need lube this time. You’re dripping down here.”

He quickly grabs his cock and lines up with you, wasting no time sinking into you. He slips in easier than usual, especially with no lube. It brings him a leap closer to the edge knowing you haven’t been this wet in a while and what did it for you was talking about him. Your cunt wraps round him like a vice grip, begging to take him in more. It’s almost searing to be in your walls and he briefly thinks he’ll never get enough of you. The way you full-body moan every time he enters you has his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, yes, baby. So good for me. So perfect for me,” you babble almost senselessly. “You fit in me so well. Fill me up so good. So fucking perfect for me. Like your cock was made for me. My pretty cock, right? My husband’s pretty cock just for me. And this pretty pussy just for you.”

His chest heaves with restraint. He wants to fuck you until you can’t talk anymore, until you can only beg and say his name. He wants to claim you, own you. His pretty wife. But he won’t- not tonight. He’s not going to hurt you.

“Please move. Fuck me, please. I’m almost there.” The vibrator that’s still sloppily on your clit is pushing you to oblivion. “Cum with me, Nana.”

Of course, you always have a trick up your sleeve: a magical hold over his will power. Many nights of trial and error have given you knowledge on how to make him crumble. His trick is that he knows how you like it and what pushes you over the edge. He fucks you fast but more shallow than usual, taking care not to hurt your back more. You roll your head and cry out as he fucks you just like you need, walls tightening even harder around him as you cream on his cock. He’s amazed how much acknowledging your marriage turned you on. He’d have to tuck that away for later.

Right now, he needs you to cum. He’s almost there himself.

“Like that? That good?”

“Just like that. Yes, yes, just like that.”

His heart swells with love and pride when you open your dazed and bleary eyes to look at him, hands gripping the back of his thighs, legs shaking around him.

“My man,” you whisper. “My husband.”

“Yours. All yours,” he huffs out. “Just like you’re mine, my beautiful wife.”

You were right there. One right touch, one right word until it all unraveled.

“Gonna claim you. Fill you up so you can’t forget me,” he states as he lifts your leg to kiss your calf.

There it is.

“Oh, fuck, Kento. I’m gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop. Ah, I -”

It’ll burn into his memory forever the way you scream his name as you cum on him and squirm just right against his length. Your cunt is almost suffocating. The shaking of your legs is proof of his success. The nails marks in his legs are a trophy to look at later. You feel divine fluttering around him and he cums almost violently with a few more thrusts into your twitching body, hips continuing until he’s left everything inside of you.

He rubs your thighs as you both come down, bending down to kiss your knees.

“You okay, angel?” Concern laces his voice.

“Better than okay,” you respond a bit hoarsely.

His smile matches yours when you peek out from under the arm you threw across your eyes. He pulls out of you slowly and you both sigh. He’s made a mess of you and you off him. His cock is smeared in white and your pussy is dripping onto the bed. Oh, yeah. He’ll definitely remember that for later.

“Are you hurt? Do you think you can walk?”

You hesitate. “Definitely not hurting but I don’t know if I can walk.”

“S’okay. I’ll carry you. Need to shower.”

You scrunch your nose. “Yeah. I’m definitely disgusting.”

He laughs softly as he lays down on the bed next to you. He kisses your cheeks so gently and his words are so soft it makes your heart flutter.

“Just give me a minute.”

“No problem,” you kiss him gently as you intertwine your hands together, rings clinking together. “Thank you for that.”

“No, no. Thank you for indulging me.”

You laugh lightly at his goofy, sleepy face. “Any time, Nana.”

[todoroki-waifu]

Megumi x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader, wrote this on a whim, Megumi might be OOC. T_T 

Scenario: Super late Christmas-ish drabble.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 724

You were Christmas shopping with Megumi, trying to finish your gift searching by today. You had only a few days until the 25th so you were limited on time.

Megumi was already finished with his shopping, but lied about needing one more present so that he could accompany you to the city. Even though he wasn't too fond of the growing crowds, especially this time of the year, he'd tolerate it just so he could spend time with you.

It was difficult to get alone time with his crush without revealing his secret. Usually the others were with you, but today he was lucky and he was going to take advantage of it.

"Megumi, look!" You pointed towards the beautifully decorated trees that were lined up throughout the entire pathway. They sparkled a sapphire color, shrouding their surroundings and passersby with a blue glow.

"It looks so pretty!" You went ahead of him, arms out as if trying to embrace the blue light.

"H-hey! Hold on!" Megumi sees your form becoming smaller and distant. The shikigami user attempts to catch up without bumping into anyone. He is almost losing you in the bustle and moves faster when he sees you getting pushed around.

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You didn't think that you had walked that far from your dark haired friend. Once there weren't many people around you, you quickly scanned the area for Megumi. Your search was interrupted when another body collided into you, dropping a couple of your shopping bags.

"I'm so sorry!" A young male gasped immediately.

"It's-it's okay! It was my fault. I was in the way." You bow your head apologetically. You hoped that the stranger was alright and that the crash didn't damage any of his belongings. As you went down to grab your fallen purchases, another hand took possession of it.

"Here. Let me get that." Both your eyes finally meet as he hands your friends' presents.

"Oh! Uh, thank you." You miss the way he blushes as he continues to stare at you.

"No problem." He fixes his scarf as he nervously smiles at you. "I feel kinda bad ramming into like that. Let me take you out for some coffee to make it-"

"Hey." A third and familiar voice interrupts.

"Megumi!"

"You okay?" He asks, witnessing the collison. Too bad he couldn't have sent his divine dog to stop the guy from knocking into you. Megumi saw the way the stranger stared at you and although he could agree with the mesmerizing effect you give off, he wasn't too keen on giving you up. Plus the stranger was...well, a stranger.

The unfamiliar person noticed the way your smile shined brightly at Megumi and he knew that the glow on your face wasn't from the Christmas lights.

"Oh, my bad!" The unknown male backs away, nodding to the both of you before he leaves.

"You need to be more careful." Megumi sighs.

"I know. I'm sorry." Your cute pout momentarily stops Megumi from taking a breath. "It's just that everything looks so nice."

"Well, you still need to be aware of your surroundings." You then feel him take your hand and he loops it through his arm. He saw the slightly surprised and confused look in your eyes and immediately turned to continue down the walkway. "Just so you don’t keep bumping into people."

You follow him closely, softly thanking him as you try to keep your heart from beating too fast. A few minutes of walking and admiring, Megumi interrupts your thoughts.

"We can come back here again."

"We? Oh, yes! I'm sure Itadori and Nobara would lov-"

"No, I mean just us two." He stops to look at you. "I want to take you back here once you're settled with your Christmas shopping. We can go sometime this week before our Christmas party, that way you can fully enjoy the decorations and lights."

"You mean, like a d-date?" Megumi couldn't help but turn his reddened face elsewhere as he lets out a low hum with a nod.

"Y-yes! I'd love to!" You let out a happy squeal, excitedly embracing your admirer. Megumi's blue eyes widen slightly at your reaction, but then chuckles when he feels you bouncing in his arms.

"Now, hurry up with your gifts so I can finally take you out." 

[heavenlydevine]

Instinct ⇥ Toji Fushiguro.

Fandom ⇥ Jujutsu Kaisen.

Pairing ⇥ Toji Fushiguro x Female!Reader.

Summary ⇥ It was a mistake. A no good, terrible mistake, because being fucked into submission by your best friend’s dad was totally normal, right?

Warnings ⇥ Explicit Content. Language. Porn Without Plot. Rough Sex. Age Gap, though reader is in her early twenties. Corruption Kink. Breeding Kink, if you squint. Minors DNI.

I don’t think I did this man justice, but please keep in mind that I just recently got introduced to the Jujutsu Kaizen universe. Reviews and reblogs appreciated. Might post more content should this be received well, cause I really don’t think I did Toji justice.

You were a modest young woman that prided herself at being a law abiding citizen. You did as you were told and broke little to no rules, and yet now you knew that you could throw that goodie two shoes act right out the window.

It was a innocent little crush, never once entertaining the thought that your imagination would later turn into an earth shattering reality, but now, well you could honestly say that it wasn’t as innocent as you had previously assumed.

Guilt lingered at the forefront of your mind as you desperately sought to silence the atrocious sounds wheezing past your lips, and yet the firm grip tightening around your throat was warning enough that it was the last thing the behemoth above you wanted.

“I thought you said that you were a good girl,” he grunted against your skin, teeth nipping at your earlobe as a particular thrust of his hips dragged out a mewl from you, “—yet one look has you wrapped around my dick like a wanton little whore.”

Shaking your head from side to side as a wave of embarrassment flooded through your quivering body, the man above you merely laughed mockingly as he tutted in amusement, “I wonder what my son would think should he know that his daddy is fucking his pretty little friend like the whore she is.”

This was a mistake.

A terrible, no good, glorious mistake and yet regret pulsed at the forefront of your mind. This was not what you had in mind when you had agreed to help Megumi out with his science project, assuring you that his dad wouldn’t be home until later tonight—fat load of bullshit that was.

Because there you were, legs spread wide and being fucked into submission like there was no tomorrow. You weren’t a virgin by any means, having lost your innocence at the age of sixteen when your douchebag of a boyfriend had given you the trump card, if you love me, you’ll sleep with me.

“Cat got your tongue, princess? Am I not fucking you hard enough?” He was taunting you, pushing your limits as his thumb circled your clit in slow movements, driving you towards the brink of insanity, for it was at that moment that pure instinct took over, and without thought, your walls clenched around his cock.

“Fuck,” this gorgeous beast of a man grunts out, hissing through his teeth as he stares down at you heartedly, “—you fucking asked for this, princess.”

He is not gentle, but you are distinctively aware that you don’t mind the roughness as he yanks you off mahogany desk, lips smashing against your own as he gropes at you, squeezing you tighter, teeth nipping and tongue invading your mouth like a man drunk on ecstasy. Your hands push against his firm chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch and as you think that he had come to his senses that this was indeed a mistake, Toji Fushiguro pulls back and squeezes your cheeks firmly with his right hand, glaring down at you with a fury that makes you regret your brazen act of bravery, “I am about to ruin whatever little fantasy you have little girl, I hope this pussy can take what I’m about to give her.”

You can’t breathe.

You can’t move.

Not when his large hands pull you against his chest, forcibly turning you around so that your back was flush against his chest and his firm erection digging into your backside. “Bite on this,” it’s your soaked panties he shoves into your mouth as he pushes against your back, guiding you down to settle comfortably against the wooden desk, books and pens scattered about, “—don’t want to wake my son, now do you?”

You shake your head in denial, embarrassment shimmering in your eyes as you briefly glance towards the opposite side of the room, knowing that Megumi could come barging down the darkened hallway at any given moment. “Remember you asked for this.”

You try to recall how you had ended up in this position as you feel him knead your buttocks with his firm and rough fingers, pain erupting through your body as a hard smacks lands on both cheeks, and then he bottoms out within you, hitting your cervix in one single thrust—and for a moment you see stars, silently hoping that he’ll allow you a moment to collect your thoughts and yet the moment he pulls away, inch by inch, you know you are about to be ruined by your best friend’s dad.

He stretches you out completely at this angle, balls deep in your quivering pussy, grunting like a crazed animal as he sets out a punishing pace, fingers digging painfully into the supple flesh of your hips. “Fucking take it,” he murmurs hotly, cock sliding in and out of you with such ferocity that you fear he might break you.

But he knows you can take it.

You can feel a tingling sensation prickle at the top of your head, pulsing through your veins as euphoria threatens to consume you whole. Your moans are muffled by biting down on your soaked panties, yet still you could feel the embarrassing sensation of drool dripping down your chin, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you feel like bursting open like a balloon.

He raises a eyebrow, your words muffled, “What’s that, baby girl? Am I not fucking you right?” He taunts you with every drawn out thrust, pulling out until the tip of his cock is the only thing that remains within your quivering walls, only push back in with a firm snap of his hips, grunting at the sensation of you welcoming him home. “No, that’s not it, is it? You want me to cum inside this pretty pussy? Fill you up with my load until you can feel and taste nothing but me? Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Stars dance across your vision as your fingers now grip the edge of the table, modesty flying out the window as you push back to meet him thrust for thrust, the tickling sensation of his hands abandoning their position on your hips to now gripping your shoulders, fingers running through your hair before gripping and pulling you back, “Want me to fill you? I bet you dreamt of this, didn’t you?”

He knows he has ruined you.

He acts purely on instinct now, pummelling into your tight heat with precision and focus, animalistic grunts wheezing past his lips as he gnashes his teeth together. “Come on baby, cum for me.” Your body responds to the command and your orgasm hits you from nowhere, legs trembling and arms shaking, Toji holds you firmly against his chest as he continues his assault, drilling into you at a furious pace.

And then with a grunt, teeth biting down harshly into the tender skin of your neck, you feel him pulse and throb deep within you, the sheer sensation of being filled to the brim sending you over the edge as another orgasm rocks through your body. “Fuck!”

You don’t care that Megumi might hear you, too preoccupied by being manhandled like a little whore. “You have two seconds to get your pretty little ass in that shower,” and then he leaves you to crumble, reality crashing down and swallowing you whole as you tumble down the rabbit hole, desperately trying to make sense of what happened.

Because being fucked into submission by your best friend’s dad was totally normal, right?

[ginki]

7 Stages of Grief┊ ┊ ┊ Nanami x Reader

⚘ Pairing: Nanami Kento x gn!Reader

⚘ Genre: angst

⚘ Word count: 1.27k

⚘ Content warnings: spoilers, death, death of a loved one, dealing with major grief and trauma

I wasn't going to really touch on this because I didn't want to acknowledge it, but I've been thinking about it a lot and....

This is a sequel to my drabble over here

You've been pacing around the house for hours now. You're shaking, sick to your stomach. Nanami rarely ever comes home late and, when he does, he's quick to let you know beforehand. The latest it's ever taken him to notify you he's on overtime is two hours. You're running past five now. It has your skin crawling. You can't stop all of the gruesome scenarios playing in your head. You're aching.

You try to calm yourself. If he's having an intense fight, of course then there's no way he can get to his phone. He would also need all of the focus he could muster; you constantly ringing him would not help. You can't live with the idea that your panic may be his downfall. You clench your jaw, teeth scraping together.

The last tool at your disposal is to text and call Gojo. You trusted he was a strong enough sorcerer to handle a little distraction. Adrenaline rushes through you when Gojo's phone goes directly to voicemail. The panic is hot and electrifying. Your body is preparing for fight or flight but you can't do either. It's sending your body into overdrive. You stare at your phone in despair. There's no way to contact anyone who would know where Nanami was. All you can do is sit and wait.

You could try to contact Yuji, but he needed concentration even more than Nanami when fighting. Plus, he might not even be with him- but then again, he might. You worry your lip, peeling skin and drawing blood, thumb hovering above the call button next to Yuji's contact info. Before you can press it, you receive an incoming call.

"Is this the spouse of Nanami Kento?"

Your blood runs cold. Your body starts to shake from the flood of chemicals fighting through your synapses.

"Who is this?"

"I am a coworker of his at the school. Is this his spouse?"

"Yes," you say hesitantly, confirming your information when he asks for it. Once he's finished confirming your identity, you hear him take a deep breath.

"I am sorry to inform you that Nanami Kento died this afternoon."

One sentence and your knees are meeting with the floor. The world as you know it is crumbling under your feet. The string of life is slipping from your grasp.

"Died?" you ask incredulously, as if this is all some sick joke.

You don’t believe him. Bile rises in your throat. Air is becoming a luxury.

"Yes. It appears he was killed by a high-level curse."

Your head is spinning. You have so many things you know you should ask but only one question surfaces.

"What about Yuji? Gojo? Do you know where they are?"

"Gojo has... Gone missing and we are unsure of Itadori's location or status."

"Then what the hell do you know?" you shriek.

All the people you love, the people you care about, they're all disappearing in front of your eyes. How long until you disappeared with them? There is a long silence before he answers.

"I am sorry. We will keep you updated as much as we can."

"Have you told his parents yet?" You are surprised when your voice doesn't waver.

"You were listed as the first to contact in his will."

The information reaches your brain in seconds but they aren’t sinking in. Everything he tells you reaches you in slow motion. Your tears fall like tributaries. You're getting a headache. You are choking on your heart.

"Once you discuss funeral arrangements with them, please contact the school."

Again, there is silence, but this is stilted. There is something he doesn't want to tell you. You are the spouse of a jujutsu sorcerer- you have seen and heard many strange and gruesome things- and he is protecting you. He is keeping you from your ruin. There is only one question left and it fills you with fear.

"Where is his body?"

"There," he pauses as if he's trying to find the words to explain. "We did not recover a body."

"Didn’t… recover...? There isn’t a body?” There they are: the horrible images you tossed from your mind when you married him. The most gruesome fates you could have imagined. The worst case scenarios. “What happened?"

"I'm not sure you want to-"

"Tell me what happened," you raise your voice, insulted he thought you couldn’t take it.

He sighs. "He was incinerated."

A sob scratches its way out of your throat. It burns like you've been screaming for days. It aches like an infection. It hurts like someone has a hold of your lungs, wrapping them up with wire cords and cutting off blood to your chest. You will never see him again. Oh, the beautiful face of your husband…

You feel like you are dying with him.

"Again, I offer my condolences on your loss."

You hang up, barely able to move. You make your way to the couch by sheer muscle memory and will power and plant your face into a pillow. The sobs don't scratch now; they exploded. They are ripped out of you by a greater force unseen, something so sorrowful and maddening you can’t hear your own wailing. Every nerve is on edge, yet you can feel nothing. The room is too bright, but the edges of your vision are black. You want to curse the world, throw it all away, tear it up and never look at it again.

You should have never let him leave. You should have never let him marry you. He wanted to wait until he was out of this, until you two could retire to a beach far from Tokyo. It's your fault. It's their fault. Why was no one with him? Did no one try to save him? What killed him?

Did he die alone?

He should have stayed home. He should have run. He should have come home. He was supposed to be here. He was always supposed to be here. It was always him and you. Life was finally everything you wanted. Now it was empty. Fuck curses, fuck sorcerers, and fuck everything involved in it.

You were supposed to get a house. You were supposed to have a garden. You were supposed to visit all of the top bakeries in Japan. You were supposed to tell him when he got his first gray hair. You wanted to take pictures with him in new places. You wanted to hear his laugh at New Year’s. You wanted to hold him in his sleep and wake up to his beautiful eyes and big nose and tousled hair. You looked forward to taking off his tie when he came home from work, holding his hand on the plane, tasting new wines, finding new ways to say “I love you.” You looked forward to making these dreams come true for the rest of your life. Now all your dreams have turned to ash.

There’s too much grief in your heart and not enough room in your body to hold it. You scream. You cry out for it to stop. You beg the Fates to tell you it wasn't true. You bargain with empty air, pleading you would do anything to get him back. In your lovely home, there is only silence in response to your prayers. It makes you furious. It crushes your spirit. It was all so unfair.

All you want is to see him one more time.