posting this week, or tonight, im finishin it up rn before class lol

taglist anyone? other than prev commenters on the original post !!

coming out tmr!!

Birthday Blues ── gojo satoru

The warm light from the flickering candles shadows your face, serving as your only source of light while you make your way down the hallway, towards your shared bedroom with your husband.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Satoru~”

Your honeyed voice carries softly throughout the quiet night.

Pushing the door open, you enter the dark room, taking in the familiar sight of your sleeping husband—ivory locks sprawled across his pillow, peaceful and unguarded in your presence, in your home.

The bed dips beneath you as you sit down. You set the cake on the bedside table, fingers brushing gently through his soft hair, pushing his strands away from his forehead.

He stirs at your touch, shifting in his sleep, and he begins to wake up.

White lashes flutter slowly, sleep slipping away bit by bit. Before long, you're staring back at his blue eyes as they catch the candlelight; his vibrant irises illuminate the night, carrying a softness within them while they take you in.

A soft smile greets you. Quiet and reserved—only for you.

"Good morning, birthday boy," your voice whispers into the dark.  

Bending down, you press a kiss against his cheek in greeting.

"Happy birthday, Satoru,"

It was barely past midnight, his hair was ruffled, with sleep still clouding his mind while he lazily blinks back at you.

The number 29 taunts him—another year of the same routines, the same responsibilities, softened only by you.

He groans, stretching, muscles aching, bones popping, each sound a reminder of time passing by.

“God, I’m old.”

His head drops onto your shoulder, arms greedily wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

You snort, fingers tangling in his bed-head in an attempt to tame his wild locks.

“Barely,” you roll your eyes, sneaking a kiss to his forehead. “Soon you’ll be thirty. Then forty. Even a hundred.”

You giggle—his sneaky fingers finding their way to your exposed skin, digging into your sides as he tickles you, pulling laughter from your lips.

“God,” he whines dramatically. “I’ll end up looking like those wrinkly clan elder bastards.”

A pause.

“And you’ll still be my smoking hot wife, attending clan meetings with my old ass.”

His nose runs up and down your neck, inhaling your scent and leaving kisses behind in his pursuit.

“Okay, you big baby," you laugh, nudging him with your elbow. "Blow out your candles before the wax melts into your cake.”

Senses on autopilot, his ears perk up at the mention of something sweet—besides you, of course.

Leaning over, you pick up the cake and bring it closer to him.

"Make a wish," you smile fondly.

Brows furrowed in concentration, he closes his eyes. With a smile against his lips, he thinks of you—your laugh, your touch, every little quirk of yours.

Blowing out the candle, he only has one thought in his mind and heart, you.

“Happy birthday, 'toru-"

So was no one gonna tell me I forgot to change 2025 to 2026? 😭😭

Gojo loves smelling your hair

Fucking you in missionary with his nose buried in your hair, just sniffing away

She's Da Bomb

I'm sorry

Kissing Gojo Satoru goodbye on Christmas Eve as he walks away to fight against Sukuna, with a promises of spending another lazy Christmas morning with you—cuddling beneath the sheets until well past noon.

Only for it to be Christmas morning the next day, and he wasn’t there.

Gojo Satoru would never see another tomorrow with you.

Older husband! Nanami who’s sick and tired of being invited to baby showers and seeing pictures of his coworkers' kids on their desks.

Older husband! Nanami who’s tired of kids being brought up in every single conversation among his friends and colleagues. His hands turn white as his grip tightens around his drink, a fake smile painted on his face, however, his gaze remains distant as he was forced to listen to the nonsense chatter around him. 

Maybe agreeing to a night out was a bad idea.

Older husband! Nanami comes home late that night, tie loose around his neck and sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His eyes land on you— his loving, doting wife in an apron, arms open and welcoming.

And with missing a beat, he hauls you over his shoulder, hands gripping your thighs as he pads upstairs with you.

Older husband! Nanami throws you onto the bed, ripping your clothes off with a vigor that rivals his work ethic. You're bare before him, pussy dripping without even being touched.

Your brows knit in confusion, concerned of your husband’s sudden behavior—the way his chest rises and falls so heavily. The sound of his belt hitting the floor echoes through the room, and the sheets beneath ruffle as he climbs over your form.

Older husband! Nanami whose fingers work fast on the zipper, lowering his boxers and pants in one go, his length springing free, slapping against his lower abdomen as he grabs your thighs.

"Ken—" you gasp, breath caught in your lungs.

Older husband! Nanami pushes your legs up, folding you in half until your thighs lay flat against your chest, and your knees tucked under your chin. His thick cock drags teasingly along your slick folds, swollen tip running over your slit—and then, with a sway of his hips, he thrusts forward, sinking deep into your tight heat.

Older husband! Nanami only had one intention tonight: to fuck you full of his cum until you're pregnant by the morning.

Your painted toes curl over his shoulders, and his weight presses you down into the mattress as his heavy balls slap against your ass with each deep, brutal thrust.

Older husband! Nanami whose unfaltering gaze is locked on you—watching every quiver of your thighs, every little twitch of your expression, and the pretty "O" your lips form as gasps and moans spill out helplessly from you. 

Your eyes close in pleasure, and your grip tightens on the sheets beneath you.

Older husband! Nanami whose rough voice fills the room, "Look at me."

You force your eyes open, locking onto your husband's intense gaze—only to let your curious eyes trail down from his form, down to his blonde happy trail, and even lower to where he’s stretching your drooling pussy open.

Older husband! Nanami who, despite his gentle nature, isn't above punishing you whenever you test his patience.

He huffs, irritated at your disobedience. His hand wraps firmly around your neck, gaze intense as he stares down at you.

"I said—" his grip tightens on your neck, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, "look at me, sweetheart—fuck!" he growls when your gaze flickers away. 

Older husband! Nanami who slips out of you, slapping his impressive length against your throbbing clit, pulling out desperate whimpers from your throat, before filling you to the brim with his cock.

"K-Kento—" pathetic mewls leave your pretty lips as he fucks the air out from your lungs, your back arching into him. He fucks you so good, hitting that spot over and over again, dragging out your pleasure until you can’t breathe.

Older husband! Nanami leans in, lips brushing against your soft ones, "That's it, darling, right there—” his voice slurring, “cum for me, honey,” he groans, closing the space between you both as his lips wrap around yours, drinking your moans of pleasure like a man starved.

You feel the familiar coil tighten, hot white pleasure traveling from the tips of your fingers to the tippy toes of your feet. Your walls clamp tight, further encouraging his unforgiving pace. 

Older husband! Nanami always manages to say the filthiest shit to you, bringing you closer to the edge with just his words.

“Let me see you fall apart,” his breathing turns ragged, thrusts growing borderline desperate at the thought of filling up your womb—of keeping your tits full of milk and your belly round with his kids.

Your hands grasp onto his back, voice trembling as you reach your orgasm, “K-Ken... I’m close—” you sob, “please...”

“That’s right, darling... right on my fucking cock,” he moans, the bed creaking in sync with every brutal thrust as he makes a mess of your pussy.

Older husband! Nanami who buries himself to the hilt, groaning deep as he spills inside of you, thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt. Your breath hitches, legs twitching, and sobs caught in your throat as your juices gush around him.

Older husband! Nanami finally pulls out, and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. Your legs become limp as they drop to your sides. But before you could recover from your orgasm, his rough hands flip you over, manhandling you onto your hands and knees.

Older husband! Nanami whose cock, still rock hard, eagerly grinds against your slick folds from behind.

"We're not done yet," he growls, slapping his cock against your ass, and lining himself back up to your pussy.

It was going to be a long night. 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

whatever this is 😭

Once More ── gojo x reader

You love Gojo Satoru. You love him like a breath of fresh air, like the warm sun during a cold winter's day.

You love him like the first day of spring and the last day of summer. A part of you knew you always loved him, that your heart had ached for him ever since the day you met him in your first year—aching still, even now.

And he loves you too, just not in the way you love him.

Because if he loved you the way you love him, it would have been you at the altar, standing before him in a white dress and a delicate veil, getting married to the love of your life.

Instead, you find yourself sitting among the guests—front row to the altar—as you watch the love of your life getting married to the love of his life.

Gojo Satoru loves you, but he’s not in love with you.

And you tell yourself that it will be fine. You will be fine. You have to be, because nothing matters more to you than his happiness, even if that happiness isn’t with you.

So, for once, you will let yourself cry.

When the bride walks down the aisle toward him—the grinning fool you love, the love of your life—you will let yourself cry.

You will shed tears through promised vows sealed with a kiss, through every reminder of what could have been.

And later, back in your cold, quiet apartment, you will shed one last tear for you and Satoru—before you finally let him go.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

Birthday Blues ── gojo satoru

The warm light from the flickering candles shadows your face, serving as your only source of light while you make your way down the hallway, towards your shared bedroom with your husband.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Satoru~”

Your honeyed voice carries softly throughout the quiet night.

Pushing the door open, you enter the dark room, taking in the familiar sight of your sleeping husband—ivory locks sprawled across his pillow, peaceful and unguarded in your presence, in your home.

The bed dips beneath you as you sit down. You set the cake on the bedside table, fingers brushing gently through his soft hair, pushing his strands away from his forehead.

He stirs at your touch, shifting in his sleep, and he begins to wake up.

White lashes flutter slowly, sleep slipping away bit by bit. Before long, you're staring back at his blue eyes as they catch the candlelight; his vibrant irises illuminate the night, carrying a softness within them while they take you in.

A soft smile greets you. Quiet and reserved—only for you.

"Good morning, birthday boy," your voice whispers into the dark.  

Bending down, you press a kiss against his cheek in greeting.

"Happy birthday, Satoru,"

It was barely past midnight, his hair was ruffled, with sleep still clouding his mind while he lazily blinks back at you.

The number 29 taunts him—another year of the same routines, the same responsibilities, softened only by you.

He groans, stretching, muscles aching, bones popping, each sound a reminder of time passing by.

“God, I’m old.”

His head drops onto your shoulder, arms greedily wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

You snort, fingers tangling in his bed-head in an attempt to tame his wild locks.

“Barely,” you roll your eyes, sneaking a kiss to his forehead. “Soon you’ll be thirty. Then forty. Even a hundred.”

You giggle—his sneaky fingers finding their way to your exposed skin, digging into your sides as he tickles you, pulling laughter from your lips.

“God,” he whines dramatically. “I’ll end up looking like those wrinkly clan elder bastards.”

A pause.

“And you’ll still be my smoking hot wife, attending clan meetings with my old ass.”

His nose runs up and down your neck, inhaling your scent and leaving kisses behind in his pursuit.

“Okay, you big baby," you laugh, nudging him with your elbow. "Blow out your candles before the wax melts into your cake.”

Senses on autopilot, his ears perk up at the mention of something sweet—besides you, of course.

Leaning over, you pick up the cake and bring it closer to him.

"Make a wish," you smile fondly.

Brows furrowed in concentration, he closes his eyes. With a smile against his lips, he thinks of you—your laugh, your touch, every little quirk of yours.

Blowing out the candle, he only has one thought in his mind and heart, you.

“Happy birthday, 'toru-"