#he’s being so precious today!

[myfriendgoo94]

me and my special lil guy 🥹🩷

[lifemod17]

Smiley Hozi during Like Real People Do, save meeee

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Melbourne, night 2 || 11/13/2024

[littlest-bugz]

little: I like being with you. You make me feel safe :3

the host:

[wildsaltair]

thinking about how significant it is that Maximus is specifically shown to be a man who humanizes everyone. he values the lives of his soldiers, he treats his personal servant like a brother, and he even considers the viewpoints of his enemies in battle. there is no arrogance, no superiority, no dehumanization of anyone, no matter how lowly and unrecognized.

which is what makes his betrayal and enslavement SO PAINFUL

because his captors and buyers see him as nothing. he's actually worth less than the lions he's sold beside, and he's shoved and herded and inspected and purchased like he's literally an object. I always marvel at how he looks around during the Zucchabar scenes. it's not just that he's shocked about how different the world is, and it's not just that he's mourning his family in total shock and devastation.

there's also this whole element that can't believe people could treat other people this way, and he can't fathom that his life, which he has always considered precious and valuable, is now worth less than the sackcloth they give him to wear. it breaks my heart

[thefanciestborrower]

Nightmare Cure

A short and sweet little drabble featuring my favorite lego duo Jay and Cole engaging in some vorish shenanigans

Written for vore day 2023 :]

Contains soft, safe vore and some goofy banter

     Jay groaned, turning to flop on his back and stare at the slats supporting the bunk above his for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d thought sleeping would have gotten easier now that it had been so long since everything had happened, and truthfully, he supposed being able to close his eyes for any length of time without being assaulted by nightmares was technically an improvement, but he just couldn’t seem to fall properly asleep no matter what he did. Every time he started to finally reach that deep, restful part of sleep the nightmares would start. He hadn’t had a good night’s rest in... gosh...weeks? Months maybe? Visions of restless nights spent in a splintering box, endless games played just to watch him suffer, Nya lying still as death in his arms, a vicious hook digging into... Jay winced, rubbing his eye to rid himself of the phantom pain and bloody memory. If it could even be called a memory at this point since, technically speaking, none of that had ever happened in the first place. 

     He huffed, grabbing his pillow and smothering his face with it. Maybe if he passed out that would count as sleeping and he’d finally get some rest. After about five minutes of trying and failing to suffocate himself with his pillow Jay threw it aside and went back to staring at the slats above him, listening to the quiet snores of his brothers. It wasn’t fair! Sure he knew they had no memory of the event so he couldn’t fault them for sleeping so soundly, but it still felt like a slight. Heck, as far as he knew even Nya was having an easier time than he was, and she remembered everything! If only he could just close his eyes for more than two seconds and still feel safe! He just wanted to rest without feeling like Nadakan would reappear to snatch him away. But the Bounty wasn’t secure anymore. Nowhere was. Nowhere, except… Well it couldn’t hurt to ask right? Steeling himself against the cold he slipped out of bed and padded over to Cole’s bed, careful not to wake the others. Gosh, the last thing he wanted was to be caught asking for this.

     Jay hesitated for a moment, shuffling from foot to foot on the cold wooden floor as he stared at the form of his sleeping friend. He knew Cole wouldn’t mind, he never did, but the request still felt selfish and awkward in his mind. Like he was taking advantage of his friend or something. It was a stupid thought, and he shook his head to clear it. He did this all the time during the day so it should be no different at night right? Right. Steeling himself, Jay reached out to shake the earth ninja awake.

     “Cole.” Jay hissed, prodding his friend in the shoulder. Nothing. Cole barely shifted in his sleep, much to Jay’s irritation. “Cole!” He tried again, jabbing a little harder this time. “Come on boulder brain, wake up.”

     Cole always had been the soundest sleeper of all his brothers, so Jay was unsurprised that his efforts had yet to do anything other than make Cole groan in his sleep, but it was still a little frustrating. Well, if Cole wouldn’t wake up, he could at least opt for his plan B. Sure sleeping next to Cole wouldn’t be as nice as sleeping in him, but it would still be much better than his own bed and he had done it before anyways. Jay hated to admit all that five in the morning Wu loves subjecting them all to was really paying off as he crept under Cole’s blanket, silent and undetected. None of their beds were all that big, just barely enough to fit one person really, but Jay was quite a bit smaller than the average person. A fact which normally aggravated him, but always seemed to come in handy for midnight escapades like this one. It only took a minute for him to get settled against Cole’s chest, finally feeling safe. He sighed as he snuggled down and briefly glanced up at his friend’s face, only to go stiff. Cole’s eyes were open and staring down at him in thinly veiled amusement. Jay went crimson. 

     “Oh, so now you wake up.” He huffed, scooting away from Cole in the limited space he had on the small bed and shooting him an offended glare. He wasn’t actually mad, just embarrassed he’d been caught. Embarrassment that was only made worse as Cole proceeded to laugh at him. Laugh! Well fine then, he didn’t want Cole’s help anyways! Jay rolled over and sat up, resigned to spending another restless night in his own fighting off nightmares, when Cole stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.  

     “Jay wait,” Cole said, his voice soft, if tinged with amusement. “You don’t have to leave; you know I don’t mind sharing.”

     Jay turned to glare at Cole, though the sharp expression softened once he saw the sincerity in his friend’s eyes. Still, he made no move to lay back down. “No no it’s fine I just uh…got a little cold is all but I’m all good now! See? Just gonna head back to my own bed now don’t mind me.” Despite the confident swagger Jay was always carful to layer into his voice his words still shook and stuck in his throat, and he knew Cole would be able to tell so it was best to leave before-

     Cole’s hand grabbed his where it still rested on the bed and Jay froze. “If you’re really that cold, you’re more than welcome to stay zaptrap.”

     Jay blinked. Cole knew he was lying, the way he annunciated ‘cold’ made that clear as day, and yet, he had made no effort to pry into his reasons for doing so. Usually Cole was the first one to poke holes in his lies so the fact that he was going along with things just this once felt…nice. He didn’t want to talk, and Cole knew that, so he’d tried to lighten the mood with a playful insult, and it worked. Jay cracked a characteristically crooked smile and rolled his eyes, trying so hard to appear nonchalant when he was really very grateful.

     “Fine fine I’ll stay, but only if I get to pick where I sleep.”  Jay quipped back. “I’m feeling a little like getting my own private room tonight.” He jabbed softly at Cole’s stomach where his shirt had ridden up in the night and had the great pleasure of seeing his friend’s face turn pink, though his undoubtably looked the same if the burning in his ears was any indication. 

     “Well someone’s feeling demanding.” Cole snorted, sitting up and stretching with a yawn—not that Jay noticed the yawn since he was very pointedly looking anywhere but Cole’s mouth—before reaching around the lightning ninja to grab a single leaf from the bonsai situated neatly on his nightstand. Jay felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He took the leaf from Cole without hesitation and crunched it between his teeth, shuddering at the bitter and overly herbal taste. Sure they’d usually brew the leaves into a proper tea before doing anything like this, but it would still work regardless, and Jay didn’t have the patience to brew a cup of tea right now anyways. The effect was instant. One second the bed was feeling rather cramped with the two ninjas on it, and the next, it looked as though Jay had disappeared. 

     Of course, he hadn’t really disappeared, and Jay couldn’t hold back a little yelp as Cole reached down to pick him up off the mattress, holding him in hands nearly as large as he was. With as often as they used this tea, you’d really think he’d be used to being picked up by now, but the feeling of vertigo never really went away. Still, he was anything but scared as Cole lifted him to his face.

     “Well look at that! And here I was thinking you couldn’t get any shorter.” Cole laughed, poking Jay in the chest with a finger that was promptly swatted away. 

     “Oh ha ha, you’re a real comedian bolder brain.” Jay shot back without missing a beat. “How long did it take you to come up with that one, a whole five seconds?”

     “Six actually!”

     Jay sighed, rolling his eyes as Cole grinned at him. Why he’d chosen such an annoying best friend was beyond him, but then again you don’t really choose best friends do you. They kinda just show up and you end up stuck with them whether you like it or not. For what it was worth, Jay really was rather fond of Cole. He’d rather die than admit that of course, but it was true. 

     Realizing Cole hadn’t moved in a few seconds and was just sort of staring at him, Jay decided to take matters into his own hands. He leaned forwards, planting his hands on Cole’s bottom lip. “Alright are you just gonna keep looking or am I actually going to get the room I requested.” The night air wasn’t cold, but it was chilly and in the wake of his unsettling dreams the air felt icy to Jay.

     Cole didn’t even bother trying to respond. The moment Jay seemed to be leaning his full weight on his lip Cole opened his mouth and nudged him forward, sending the lightning ninja tumbling in with a shriek and landing face first on his tongue. Jay spluttered indignantly. The change in temperature was incredible compared to the cold still encasing his hips and legs, and the tongue under him so soft and yielding he might have fallen asleep instantly had he not been so mad. However Jay was more than used to those things and they could stand to be ignored in favor of yelling at his best friend for shoving him face first into a puddle of spit. 

     “Gross Cole!” Jay whined, propping himself up on his elbows while his legs flailed outside. “You could have warned me first!” Yes, he had asked for this, but he still liked being difficult to get down on principle. Not that Cole ever seemed to choke around him the way Kai or Lloyd would, and Zane didn’t count because he didn’t have a gag reflex, but still. Course, he always went down easy for Nya, but that was because she was the love of his life and therefor shouldn’t count either. Cole, unrepentant for his actions, responded to Jay’s protests by promptly licking him full up the torso, dousing him instantly in buckets of saliva. Jay spluttered but knew better than to open his mouth now.

     Never one to play with his food for long, Cole quickly slurped Jay’s legs up while simultaneously starting to swallow his torso, a sensation Jay really would never get used to. Being swallowed felt a lot like being squeezed out of a toothpaste tube, if a toothpaste tube was alive and warm and full of slime that is. His legs quickly followed the rest of him down Cole’s throat, and as a series of soft swallows pushed him deeper, he couldn’t help but relax completely. Somehow Cole just felt so…safe. Safer than the bounty ever had, and somehow even safer than the rest of his brothers. Sure he loved them all with his whole heart, but Cole was like a living fortress. An immovable mountain of earth and muscle with the softest heart who could protect them all against anything. 

    After one final swallow Jay slipped down into Cole’s stomach, surprised to find it was nearly empty. When it came to Cole his stomach almost always was full of something, but as Jay stretched and made himself comfortable, he decided it was the middle of the night and dinner didn’t tend to stick around as long as he did. Flopped over in a shallow puddle of chyme Jay felt himself fading fast, his lack of sleep finally catching up with him as Cole’s stomach kneaded and churned around him. One of the walls suddenly pushed in more than the others and Jay found himself momentarily pinned as Cole felt around for him. Not that he minded, he rather enjoyed being squished. 

     “Comfy in there sparky?”

     “Yeah, thanks dirtclod.” Jay yawned, burying his face in the walls as he drifted off to sleep. “Wake me before everyone else so I can dry off alright? I don’t want Wu to yell at me for leaving puddles in the hall again.” 

     Cole laughed, his soft voice buzzing through the walls. “No promises bluebird. Just get some sleep alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”

[azurecatboy]

kinda went mia for a bit there but it's just cuz the boy has been visiting this last week (he goes back tomorrow morning 🥺 💔)

I do want to catch up on ffxivwrite prompts, at my own pace, but I'm very happy overall because this is the most I've done for any challenge like this since uh

Maybe middle school? lol so yeah

Just been super happy to write out the little vignettes that have been stuck in my brain for literal years

And been absolutely chuffed reading up on the blorbos-in-law :> thank for the food, I still need to catch up but aaa I love what I have read

[resssistance]

mea tormenta

[doctorwormcore]

What i think i love the most about the live action is just how much love there is? Yeah its different from the anime, but honestly....kinda better. I love how kind they all are, the strawhats clearly just love each other already, their own little family

[elliesmith33]

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 1

"Wicked Old Witch" by John Fogerty

[godzexperiment]

//Is it wrong that I think Saima and Nix are cute together? I mean as friends for right now but maybe something more too. I mean stargazing together? That's so cute. Even if they're only friends

Nah. I agree it's an cute dynamic, it's been fun writing their interactions as much Nix's behavior is usually chaotic+face palm inducing. Definitely could be an really neat friendship or other possible dynamics. The stargazing is definitely an cute, nice interaction just in general. (nix very much believes in it as an nice activity that's chill and fun to do with the right company in various ways likely in most dynamics he at least once is like 'let's look at the stars together' for the atmosphere of it)

[a-new-dork]

Look at my sweet little Pumpkin boy

It's been almost a month said we had to say goodbye and I miss him so much.

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, looking up skirt, panty stealing + sniffing + licking, masturbation, professional misconduct, 18+ minors dni.

pervy electrician!toji who unintentionally shows up a little earlier at your house than he was supposed to and is rewarded with the sight of a very unprepared you hurriedly rushing to answer the door in just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks.

pervy electrician!toji whose usual disinterested expression he has permanently plastered upon his features during work hours morphs into one of subtle interest as his dark eyes leisurely drag up and down your figure — and damn, he never gets sent out to clients as hot as you.

pervy electrician!toji who greets you with a simple nod as he brushes past you to get inside, his scarred lips involuntarily twitching up into an amused half-smile at how you ramble out several apologies for not being ready for his arrival.

pervy electrician!toji who casually waves it off and assures you that he doesn't mind; and he definitely doesn't mind when it means that he gets to watch you walk around in front of him wearing that shirt that barely even covers your ass.

pervy electrician!toji who is as well-mannered as he has to be when conversing with a customer, but makes sure to inject a little more charm into his voice just for you as he drawls out "well, what seems to be the problem, ma'am?"

pervy electrician!toji who silently pats himself on the back when he notices you grow slightly flustered at the polite term he used to address you by, leaning against your kitchen counter as he watches you explain the issues you've had with your power frequently cutting out lately.

pervy electrician!toji who has to make a concerted effort to bite back a scoff when you explain that despite being married, your useless husband has no idea how to fix the problem himself so you had no choice but to resort to calling his company.

pervy electrician!toji who can hardly even comprehend that your sorry excuse for a husband just went to work for the day and left a precious thing like you here with no power; some fools really don't know how good they have it, do they?

pervy electrician!toji who finds a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips when you joke lightly that you'd make him a cup of coffee if there was any power for the kettle. so you're pretty as hell and you have a good sense of humour... oh, he's in trouble.

pervy electrician!toji who investigates the fuse box located at the back of the cupboard under the kitchen sink while you dash upstairs to change into something more appropriate, humming a quiet tune under his breath while he works.

pervy electrician!toji who figures out what the issue is in no time at all — there's a small leak dripping from the pipe leading from the bottom of the sink that has trickled down and fried some of the wiring; shouldn't be too hard to fix.

but for some reason, he finds himself wanting to create a reason for him to stay around here just a little longer.

so, pervy electrician!toji 'accidentally' makes the leak even worse by using the spanner on his tool belt to stretch the hole in the pipe slightly wider, causing any working part left in the fuse box to fizzle out into uselessness as a result.

pervy electrician!toji who has to pretend to be inconvenienced by the problem that he just worsened once you return to the kitchen, scratching the side of his jaw and telling you that it'll take him atleast a couple of hours to try and salvage the fuse box.

pervy electrician!toji who isn't exactly lying when he says this; just refraining from telling you the whole truth that there is no way to fix the ruined thing now. the entire box has to be replaced and he doesn't happen to have a new one with him today.

...looks like he'll just have to come back tomorrow, too.

pervy electrician!toji who keeps himself busy pretending to attempt to mend things under the cupboard, but finds it quite hard not to be distracted by your pretty self sitting atop the counter where you insisted on staying to keep him company while he works.

but, at the end of the day, pervy electrician!toji is a man, after all — a man who can't help himself from sneaking a quick peek up the edge of the skirt you changed into, holding back a groan when he catches a small glimpse of your patterned panties.

pervy electrician!toji who claims he needs to use your bathroom a little while later, making sure you don't follow him up the stairs before sneaking through the hall until he finds you and your husband's shared bedroom.

pervy electrician!toji who finds himself rifling through his client's underwear drawer like a damn horny teenager, hastily pulling out a pair of cute panties similar the ones he knows you're wearing downstairs right now.

pervy electrician!toji who is way too worked up to feel any sense of shame as he pushes his baggy work trousers down, exposing the extremely noticeable tent and subsequent wet patch staining the front of his boxers.

"fuckin' hell," pervy electrician!toji rasps as he shoves a hand into his boxers, wrapping it around the base of his painfully throbbing cock as he begins languidly stroking himself. "driving me crazy here, girl." he mutters to himself.

pervy electrician!toji who can't stop himself from holding your panties up to his face, cursing under his breath when he remembers that these are a clean pair from your drawer. no — he needs a used pair if he wants to be able to properly get off.

pervy electrician!toji who sifts through your laundry hamper like a starving man searching for scraps of food in a dumpster, his movements fuelled by the sheer need to release the overwhelming desire coursing through his veins.

pervy electrician!toji whose scarred lips twitch up into a victorious smirk when he finally finds a dirty pair of your panties, wasting no time in pressing his nose against the slick-stained crotch and inhaling your scent. and fuck, is it an intoxicating smell.

pervy electrician!toji who is utterly pussydrunk without even being near your actual cunt, tongue instinctively flicking out on its own to lap lightly at the soiled material, a pornographic moan falling from his lips afterwards.

"shit. tastes s-so sweet, heh." pervy electrician!toji grunts as he resumes those earnest tugs of his furiously hard cock, his sloppy mouth just coating your dirty panties with his glistening salvia.

pervy electrician!toji who is cumming in record time like a downright pathetic and touch-starved virgin, one press of his thick thumb against his weeping tip causing it to spill rope after rope of milky release into his boxers.

pervy electrician!toji who does actually go to the bathroom after he's pulled his trousers up and shoved both pairs of stolen panties into his pockets, cleaning himself up as best he can and checking his reflection in the mirror to make sure he doesn't look too wrecked.

pervy electrician!toji who saunters downstairs and faces you with an easy smile as if he didn't just jerk off with your used underwear pressed against his mouth, sharing the news that he'll 'unfortunately' have to return tomorrow to replace the broken fuse box.

pervy electrician!toji who tells you his usual bill for the basic work he's done today, although secretly gives you a considerable discount — one because it's you, and two because he didn't actually do anything to fix your power issue and instead deliberately made it worse so he could stay longer.

pervy electrician!toji who releases an amused chuckle when you frantically dart around the house in search of your purse, coming to the sheepish conclusion that you must've left it in your husband's car that he drove to work this morning with.

pervy electrician!toji who simply shrugs and suggests that you pay him when he comes by tomorrow instead. little do you know, however, that you've already paid him... just in the form of an orgasm and two pairs of panties instead of money.

pervy electrician!toji who is counting down the seconds until he can see you again as he drives home in the company van, body relaxed and sated from his previous climax and pockets stuffed pleasantly full with stolen underwear.

he'd say that was all in good day's work.

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

pervy lifeguard!gojo <- PREVIOUS PART.

[davinawritings]

Rich Monster husband that loves to spoil his little human wife.

He handles everything money-wise, so you never have to think about it. He spoils you with a mansion and unlimited shopping trips. He hires a private chef and housekeeping team, so you never have to lift a finger.

He schedules you for a nail salon appointment and a spa day every two weeks. He loves how happy you look when you return from being properly pampered. He just finds you so precious and cute that he wants to give you everything your heart desires.

One day, you come home from your nail appointment and find him working in his study. Your monster doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, smiling at the joy radiating from you. You are always excited to show him what color you picked for your nails, and today is no different.

You proudly show off your glossy manicure, saying, “Look, Daddy. I picked a color so we would match!”.

He keeps his smile on his face despite the confusion. He merely raises a brow and asks, “How are we matching little one? Last I checked, my nails aren’t painted.”

You let out a small giggle at his response, reaching between your legs to undo his pants and pull his already half-hard cock out. You stroke him firmly, causing him to groan, his large hands digging into the flesh of your hips.

“See, Daddy. We do match!” you say, pausing your hand at the top of his shaft. His eyes drop to his needy cock at your words.

He releases a deep growl as he realizes that his perfect little wife matched her nails to the exact color of his cock, specifically his flushed tip. You let out a small yelp as he stands, carrying you down the hall to the main bedroom.

Within seconds, he has you naked with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. He eats you out until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. One orgasm ends as the next begins. He doesn’t let up until he decides that he has had his fill of your dripping cunt.

Your legs are still shaking as he finally pulls away, lifting you and placing you farther up on the bed, the plush pillows cradling your head, and he hovers above you.

“Such a perfect little wife. Always so good for me, wanting to match her nails to my cock. Just the sweetest fucking wife to ever exist”, he says while leaving wet kisses all over your face.

You sigh happily at the praise, loving his affection. His words and large body making you feel safe and loved.

You cling to him as he lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Your freshly done nails are digging into his muscles. You let out a low whine as he says, “You aren’t leaving this bed today, baby. I’m going to keep you on my cock all fucking day. I need my baby to know just how loved and appreciated she is. Keep your perfect cunt stretched and filled, just the way you like it”.

You smile at his words, knowing there is no place you would rather be than on his cock for the rest of the day.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[tarrynightss]

Thinking about being Sukuna’s favorite concubine…

He gives you special treatment, being far more lenient with you than the others. You want a luxury bath? You’ll get it. Want to have a night to yourself? He’ll consider it if you’re extra good to him today. He’ll even forgive that smart mouth of yours for speaking out of turn.

He’ll shower you in finery; clothes, hairpins, exotic fruits. He likes rewarding you with something that makes your eyes go wide and gleam with interest like you’re a little crow. It’s also to show off that you’re his favorite, everything on you marking his possession over you.

He’ll keep you on his lap as he sits on his throne, one arm always snuggly wound around your waist. It’s all about showing off his power and fertility to whoever visits him of course, but you get to be the one he does it with. You are the one to be shown off, to be remembered by whoever makes it out of a visit with Sukuna alive.

He normally doesn’t allow his concubines to sleep next to him, it being far more of a hassle than he usually finds it worth it, but he makes an exception for you. It’s not always, of course, but most nights after he calls on you (which is a lot) he’ll draw you against his body and hold you for his own comfort.

He’s more tender with you. Like mentioned before wrapping you in his arms to sleep, or letting you press a gentle kiss to his mouth. Not every touch you share with him is dirty, which is quite unique with Sukuna.

He’ll overwork you. You are his favorite, his most desired one, so be prepared to get fucked till your holes feel raw and your walk is messed up. He just wants you all of the time, making sure you are always bare under your kimono so he can flip it up and take you whenever he pleases. Perhaps if you beg him very, very sweetly not to use one of your sore holes, he’ll agree to use another, just because it’s you, because he’s such a kind master.

He’ll cum inside you. It’s not a privilege exclusively reserved for you per se, but he tries to avoid it with the others. He has had no interest in having children, so it’s a real hassle when one of his women falls pregnant. The fallout is never pleasant, to say the least. But you… well, clearly you have something special to have captured his interest. Maybe it’s your beauty, or your intelligence, or maybe you carry some tremendous cursed energy. Something made him like you best, and that something makes him wonder that maybe, if he is to create a legacy for himself, then you should be the one to help him with that. The change is not spoken about, you quickly enough finding out that Sukuna never pulls out of you anymore, keeping his cock inside you afterwards and fucking his cum even deeper. It’s only when you’re clearly sick with worry about him ditching you (of worse) if you get pregnant that he tells you his thoughts. You happily accept your role of course, just as he knew you would.

His favorite, his precious little jewel

Find part 2 here

[chuluoyi]

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED