#i just got ready for bed so gn world gn moon gn stars

[strawxbunny]

hi gorgeous, how are you today, hope bunny is having a good day, hugs and kisses

hiii im doing ok! im feeling better than earlier this week. i hope you’re having a nice day

[nanamikentoseyebags]

Addicted to your light

He hopes you know his whole world is now reflected in his heavenly blue eyes. Look closer, it's you. Always has been.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

content: fluff, suggestive themes, use of blindfold, basically satoru and reader's first time together, nothing explicit though

a/n: i got affected by @rossithepixie fic where satoru puts his blindfold on you. here he finds another use for it 🥴 a special thank you to @vagabond-umlaut who read it first 💛

The day gives way to night, as the thick veil of the darkness blankets the walls of the room. The only sources of light in the guise of the young pale moon curiously peering in through the not completely closed curtains, and the small, quaint lamps on the oak bedside tables reveal the mysteries of two stained hearts that try to find their way home. In the subdued, soft lighting two silhouettes sit opposite each other on the king-sized bed. And in the complete silence that reigns here, one can hear their ragged breathing, the hot waves of air leaving their parted lips.

The whole space’s palpably electrified with eager anticipation mingled with infinite tenderness and an overwhelming desire. The threatening mixture that swallows them both not leaving a single chance to escape this sweet torture. And it seems that every atom of their being is transformed into a vibrating movement, fused with an unknown craving that fills their heated bodies.

Your clothes are long forgotten somewhere, discarded on the floor on the way to the bedroom, ready to become a tomorrow’s reminder of this very night. Sitting there on the soft walnut colored silk bedsheets wearing nothing but your underwear, you don't feel any cold; rather, your whole skin seems to be set ablaze, with the heat running through your entire body and waking up all the butterflies that have been sleeping peacefully in your stomach. And he doesn’t even touch you yet.

Satoru looks pretty calm, too calm for your liking. Behind this habitual grin you can’t even discern whether he feels at least a bit as anxious or giddy as you. So your gaze shifts to his torso, causing you to swallow hard, as your eyes flick from his broad chest adorned with crescent scars to his defined abs. The lack of clothes gives you a perfect opportunity to admire his sturdy figure without any shame. Illuminated by the soft yellow light, his snow-white skin takes on a golden hue, like a bronze-carved Apollo, who only smiles softly, as if knowing how breathtaking the sight of him can be. You cannot see his eyes, like treasure sought by pirates hidden behind a black satin blindfold, but you can sense his intense gaze moving slowly along all of your curves, tracing all of your skin, not stopping for a second.

And so you give in, jump in with both feet, unable to languish in anticipation and delay the moment any longer, you move closer, your slightly trembling hands gently reaching for him.

"May I?" a quiet plea comes out of your lips in a whisper, your fingers gently touching the velvet skin of his cheek, slowly moving to his blindfold. Satoru nods weakly, swallowing, feeling your hands gently, as if it might hurt him, untie the knot, and slowly pull the skin-cooling material off his heavenly blue eyes.

You see the stars. He still hasn't touched you yet, but you could swear you see them when your gazes meet. It feels like finding yourself in outer space with no protection and no way to take that much needed breath, hanging weightless, surrounded by celestial bodies and running out of air. Yet you can’t help but marvel the beauty before you, knowing goddamn well that this starry blanket might be your last memory. And you would agree to do it again, just to feel the sense of lightness once more, just to get lost in his light, just to see the world centered in him and hidden behind these two orbits.

He sees the sun. He still hasn’t touched you yet, but he could swear he feels its burning touch when your gazes meet. It feels like floating above the ground not the way he used to do but lifting to the unpreceded heights, striving to reach the biggest star, sense its warm embrace and get lost in its heat, knowing goddamn well that its gentle hold might be the last thing he’ll ever feel. And he would do it again, like Icarus flying up too fast and too close, letting you scorch his wings, letting you take away his strength, only to bask in your presence, only to have a chance to marvel your blinding beauty a little longer, only to make sure you know that his whole world is centered around you and can now be seen in the reflection of his two orbits.

“You’re so beautiful…” he exhales quietly either not fully trusting his voice or in fear of scaring the moment off. His hand flies up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear, a light touch leaving a barely perceptible trace on the curve of your neck. With his fingertips he feels the myriad of goosebumps covering your flawless skin in an instant, and he cannot believe it’s him who does this to you. He lets out a shaky breath, realizing how every inch of his body is shivering at the sensation of the satin fabric you're slowly sliding down his neck. Satoru thanks all the gods above that it's you who's doing this to him. Though no one else ever could.

“Close your eyes,” he commands in a low voice, leaning closer, his hot breath dancing across your skin. You obey pliantly, your heart flutters at his words as he suddenly takes advantage of the situation. Satoru’s delicate hand finds its place on the back of your neck, making you lift your head just a little bit.  With your eyes shut you feel him leaving a small peck on your temple, then softly kissing your closed eyelids and traveling down to your desperately waiting to be kissed and already slightly parted mouth. Gojo makes sure he left the proclamation of his love with the softest brush of his lips on every millimeter of your face while his thumb gently caresses your jawline. He pulls back for a moment, trying to capture in his mind how divinely beautiful you are in the moonlight before drawing you into a deep yet full of fondness and promises kiss. And your worlds collide the moment your lips meet. And if the big bang that started it all for someone seems like a controversial theory, it has now become an absolute and irrefutable truth for the both of you, as it’s just claimed the new beginning. With him being so painfully soft and his lips molding just right against yours and his feather-light touches, treating you like you’re made of the daintiest porcelain, you feel like falling apart right here and right now. With you being so painfully gentle and your fingers tangling in his snow-white hair, treating him like he’s worth of this universal tenderness, he feels like falling apart right here and right now.

Satoru pulls away slightly, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips. You don't dare to open your eyes, feeling the thin fabric slowly slip from your fingers. He gently kisses the corner of your lips, unable to resist, before you feel the pleasant coolness of satin on your eyelids. His fingers gently, with apparent skill, fasten his blindfold around your head.

“Relax for me,” he whispers noticing the way your breath hitches and your chest heaves frantically, “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” his thumb stroking the pinkish apple of your cheek.

“I wanna see you…” you say under your breath, covering his hand with yours.

“You will,” he murmurs and takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers, “but for now, I want you to feel it, okay?” is more of a statement said in a saccharine tone, yet you utter a quiet “okay” surrendering completely to his captivity. His arms encircle your waist before gently lowering you onto the cushioned bed.

“I want you to feel all the love I have for you,” he repeats breathlessly, his fingertips grazing your hips, still unable to believe that you let him touch you, let him kiss your perfect skin, let him get lost in you.

And he’ll spend the whole night showing you how pure and overpowering his love for is, how addicted to your light is, and he is not afraid to burn in doing so.

thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💛

tags: @rossithepixie @pastelle-rabbit @solanaearth @a-nuisance-called-sam @nanamiiss @4sat0ruu @pupkashi @gennysuga

[bunnyywritings]

flying pigs

yukio okumura x gn!reader

day 5: pumpkin patch

word count: 1.4k

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔

[a/n: I’m sorry this was posted so late, but here is day 5! I know he’s not a very popular character but I absolutely adore him, he’s so adorable and ugh his two little moles are so so cute 🥺 enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy ]

The soft sunlight coming in through the blinds made Yukio squint, his hand coming up to rub the tiredness from his eyes. At his subtle movement, he felt you move around just a bit before snuggling back into his chest.

“Good Morning.” He chuckled softly, a smile growing on his lips when you hadn’t responded. He could tell that you were awake, your chest was rising and falling at a normal rate. He could also feel you smiling against his bare chest. “I said good morning, sleepyhead.” He whispered in your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine but you still hadn’t responded. “I can play games too, my love.”

Before you could even think of responding, he had flipped the two of you over and was hovering over you. A satisfied smile on his lips as he stared into your wide eyes. Your eyes squeezed shut once more as he leaned down and pressed feather-light kisses all over your face and down your neck.

“Y-Yuki s-stop!” You wheezed as he started to tickle your sides. “Yukio!” Your laughter and his stirred the quiet air as he continued his merciless assault on your sides before finally letting up and collapsing onto the bed besides you.

Lying on his side he reached out and cupped your cheek to turn your head towards him. “Good morning baby.”

“Morning Yuki.” You leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“We should start getting ready.” Yukio smiled against your lips before pecking them once more before the both of you finally got up from bed.

See, Shiro and the others at the church wanted to do a pumpkin patch on the grounds this year and he thought it’d also be a great way to meet his son’s fiance. You had never met Father Fujimoto before and while you knew he wasn’t Yukio’s birth father, he was a father to him all the same so to say you were nervous would be a gross understatement. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking as you got ready. It wasn’t until you were struggling to get a bead of toothpaste on the brush that Yukio took notice of your nerves. He knew you were nervous, and so was he but he was also sure that they would absolutely love you.

Rin definitely did.

You got on with his twin quite well, which was both a blessing and a curse. Rin definitely bought out your mischievous side. Not that Yukio minded, that’s why he fell in love with you. You were silly and playful but serious when needed. You balanced him out. However, Rin was the gunpowder that always set you off and as much as he adored the fact that you got along with his, slightly, older brother...he wasn’t fond of the pranks that you both pulled. That’s when he was especially thankful for Shiemi who would, more often than not, calm Rin down with something as simple as a kiss.

Wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Relax (y/n), they’ll love you. I promise. And even if they didn’t, that would change absolutely nothing.”

“But there’s a chance that they’ll hate me.”

“Sure, if we see a flying pig today then there’ll definitely be a chance that they will absolutely hate you.” That was slightly comforting because the chances of seeing an actual flying pig were very slim but there was still a chance.

Finally leaving, it was a slightly tense drive to the church but it went by in the blink of an eye. There were a few kids running around and playing in the hay and parents picking out the perfect sized pumpkins to carve.

Yukio’s hand slipped into yours, fingers interlacing as the both of you walked around in search of Father Fujimoto. As you both approached a rather large wall of hay, there was something that made you stop dead in your tracks and tug on Yukio’s hand rather harshly.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I-It’s….oh god….p-pig!” You panicked, stomach churning. Yukio was ready to brush it off and tell you that you were seeing things but he couldn’t.

There was a pig.

It wasn’t really flying? It was...hovering, which was slightly worse, over the huge wall of hay.

“What the-?” Yukio’s jaw dropped.

“Rin! Put that poor pig down! You’re going to drop it!”

Then came Rin’s ridiculous laugh before the pig disappeared. Both of you rushed your way around the corner and, sure enough, there was Rin with the little pig in his arms.

“Oh come on, old man, he’s fine!” The older twin turned the pig to face him. “Aren’t you, little guy?” He cooed as the pig seemed to squeal in agreement.

“Just put him back!” Father Fujimoto hissed and smacked Rin upside the head.

Rin leaned down and placed the pig back into the ‘petting zoo’ pen. Rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head before he caught sight of the both of you. “(Y/n)! Yukio!” He screeched in delight before running over and throwing his arms around the both of you. You chuckled at his enthusiasm and tried to hug him back as best he could.

As both of you greeted Rin, Fujimoto watched. He watched the way Yukio’s eyes practically glistened as he watched you engage a very excited Rin in conversation. He was looking at you as if you hung the moon and all its stars in the sky. His heart warmed at the sight.

“Oi Yukio! Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your fiance?”

“Oh right.” Yukio grinned. “Dad this is (y/n). (Y/n), this is my dad, Shiro.”

You gulped nervously. “It’s very nice to meet you Father Fujimoto.” You bowed before holding your hand out to shake his. He frowned. Your stomach dropped as a million thoughts raced in your mind. ‘Should you not have called him Father Fuimoto? Did he hate you already? Did he-”

“Oh there’s none of that, come here.” He gently pushed your hand away and pulled you into a hug, one that you gladly reciprocated as relief flooded your body. He then pulled away and held you at arms length and looked you over. “You're stunning...are you sure you wanna marry Yukio?” He was just teasing as his tone was playful and before Yukio could say anything witty back, a look of confidence and determination took over your features.

“Of course I want to marry Yukio. I love him with my entire being...he-he means the world to me.” Hearing the sheer certainness in your voice, Yukio swore that his heart would burst right then and there.

“Well then,” Fujimoto started to tear up a bit. “I’m glad Yukio found someone that loves him so much.” He squeezed your shoulders gently. “I hope you two are staying for dinner, we have much to celebrate.”

Before either of you could question why, Shiemi called out a greeting to you guys before coming over and sharing the news. Yukio was speechless as he saw Shiemi show off her engagement ring as you were now just noticing that Rin was also wearing one.

“Now go enjoy the pumpkin patch, we have some delicious candy apples over there.”

As the night went on, you and Yukio had gotten lost in the corn maze and played a few fun games before heading inside to eat some of Rin’s delicious cooking. Now you were all around the fireplace as Shiro shared embarrassing stories and baby photos of the twins who both had a permanent blush on their faces as they watched you and Shiemi coo at how cute they were.

“-and he would just cry and cry until rin came over and helped him out.” Shiro cackled as he recounted one of the many times baby Yukio cried because of a scraped knee or because a kid made fun of his moles.

“Dad…” Yukio groaned and hid his face in his hands before he felt you gently grip his wrists and move his hands away.

“I think your moles are adorable Yuki.” You leaned forward and placed a kiss on the moles that were just underneath his eye, your nose bumping the rim of his glasses in the process.

“I know baby, that’s why I love you.” He blushed even harder, heat basically radiating from his cheeks as he leaned forward to give you a proper kiss.

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