So Instead Of Bird That Got Zapped, I’m Like A Hairless Chicken Who Was Wrapped In Live Wire And Then

Bring back clingy guys

(It’s so hot, like yes yes pls love me don’t leave me always be around me yes)

Sukuna who...

—won’t let you leave his sight once he’s had you in his bed. After he’s fucking you for hours in multiple positions, and after a he ruthlessly dragged orgasm after orgasm from your poor cunt that your brain is completely empty save for him.

No, he’ll have all four arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you utterly smooshed against his chest. No chance of escape. And anytime you try to squirm away from him, his arms just tighten around you. His teeth dig into your neck as a warning bite as he side eyed you.

His behavior only gets worse from the first time he’d had you. You quickly became his favorite concubine. Leaving the other women to get jealous, especially when Sukuna announced that you would take up a permanent residence in his bed chambers.

After an ‘accident’, the concubines attacked you, Sukuna had beheaded all of them. In one day— no, in one hour. You’d quickly taken root in his brain, and if you’d ask him he’d say you were like a parasite that demanded his affection. He just loved you.

And while you were happy to become the main focus of his attention, it wasn’t all good. Especially because Sukuna refused to let you out of his sight for majority of the day. Treating you as if you were some brain dead pup who’d shatter without him.

Now that was kind of pissing you off.

Especially when, if any of the male servants try to speak with you, he’d kill them. And eat them. That bastard.

One good thing, however, was every night, or whenever he wanted really, he’d have you pressed against him, cock fucking all the way up into your cervix. Constantly folded and malleable just for him as he’d force orgasms out of you even when you thought you couldn’t give anymore.

He was obsessed. Obsessed with you, your tits, the way your ass would jiggle every time you go up a flight of stairs or when he’d spank you for being ‘naughty’. He was obsessed with way you’d always draw him a bath after he’d been out all day, even when he demanded that that was a servants job. He didn’t push hard at all.

Every little thing you did, was perfect to him. Hell even when you’d get mad and eventually start screaming at him, your face just about going red. He thought it was so fucking sexy when you were pissed at him.

Of course, he’d never apologize verbally… but he would always make you ride his face or the large and freaky mouth on his stomach. For hours. Until you said you forgave him.

Yes, ever since Sukuna had taken your virginity that first night, he was a man possessed since.

“Why are you so clingy?” P.3

—In which your friendship with Gojo has been going pretty damn well. However, how long until underlying feelings resurface and mistakes are made?

<<part one, part two, part four>>

Laughing, you threw another piece of cake at him, snorting as the icing comically slow, dragged down his face as he gave you an unimpressed eye roll.

“Is it funny?”

“Yes.” You grinned, leaning back in your seat as you licked a piece of cake off your finger. “Damn, I make a damn good cake.”

Wiping the cake from his face and licked it off his hand, he couldn’t help but nod, “I agree.”

“Of course you do, it’s a wonder how your teeth haven’t rotted out.” You quirked a brow, before grabbing your empty plate and his— moving to the sink.

“It’s because I wash them— I’m also *cough* the world’s strongest.” He sat smugly back, watching as you washed the dishes.

It had been a month or so since he’d caught you in that grocery store. A month since you’d become friends again. A month since he’d texted you.

And it’d be 6 months since you broke up with him— broke up with him for him hurting you, calling you clingy and being rude, for neglecting you and leaving you alone.

And he’d been wishing he could turn back time and fix his mistake ever since.

Gojo regretted asking to be your friend, because now, he had to keep his longing a secret. He had to keep his love for you an absolute secret. Else you’ll disappear forever this time.

It’s like a punishment. One he deserves no doubt— but one he wish he didn’t have to burden.

He’d have to keep the way his eyes soften every time you did something cute, or familiar to secret.

Or how he wants and misses your kisses- the way you’d used to wrap your arms around his neck. How you’d pull him in with a smile and some corny joke.

Or how you’d get all dolled up for him whenever he’d take you out— hell he missed how you’d wear his hoodies and a pair of panties around the house.

He missed living with you. Being near you, holding you, everything. He missed you.

And while he got to be near you again and talk to you, it was never the same. In fact, it was almost worse. Having to hide his love— yes, it was his own personal as torture. And yet somehow, he could never pull away from you.

Time passed, and it was like everything was before you two had dated. Before you’d broken up with him.

However, it was getting bad. Bad for you, at least. It’d been bad for him.

Those stupid fucking feelings were boiling over again. Boiling over and infecting your heart.

You wanted to rip your eyes out every time you found them glued to him, or how you found yourself just admiring and adoring him like you used to.

You wish you’d never met him again. But even with that said, your heart longed for him. You longed to have his arms wrapped around you, to hear him whisper sweet nothings against your temple during the late nights again.

You miss him.

And you hated it. Because he hurt you- lord knows he did.

But part of you, a big part, wanted to believe he learned his lesson. That he’d changed.

“Hey, you listening?” Gojo’s brows furrowed and he flicked your forehead gently.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” You blinked, eyes dry from how hard you’d been staring at his hands. Oh those hands. His hands. The same hands that would wrap around your throat as he fucked you from behind—

“What did I say?” Gojo was no fool yes he was— he could read you like a book. The way you watched him, how you watched his every move and how you held the same longing in your eyes as he did in his.

And that had his heart racing against his chest like he was some prepubescent teen from high school all over again getting his first hug.

“Uhhh…” You found yourself staring at the way his throat would bob every time he’d swallow, or how his biceps would flex slightly with every little movement- and oh fuck.

“Exactly. What’re you thinking about, hm?” Tilting his head, that stupid shit eating grin stretched across those sexy fucking lips. “I think I have an idea.”

Now that— that had you snapping your eyes up to meet his again. “Huh?” You answered dumbly.

“Look,” Gojo reached across the table, and grabbed your hands in his, “I messed up. Bad. So bad. And I have been trying to make up for that everyday since. Hurting you will forever be my biggest regret—“

“Oh hell no.” Your lip curled in disgust and you tried to yank your hand away, but Gojo’s grip was too tight.

“Listen, please.” Gojo was basically begging. His voice all sweet and desperate, eyes almost puppy like.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes stuck to his like a rat in a sticky trap. Sighing, you settled back into the seat, “Fuck. Fine. Speak.”

“I miss you, so fucking much. I miss being able to kiss you— hold you, love you, cuddle you. I miss it all. I miss you.” His thumb gently swiped over your hand, his words so sweet you wanted to melt, “and I know you miss me too.”

“You don’t know that.” You were quick to speak up. You didn’t like feeling so read— as if you were just a book left wide open for him to read whenever he pleased. That pissed you off just as much as it made you swoon.

“But I do. I see the way you look at me, the way you watch me. Pretty, I know you want me just as much as I want you,” slowly, his begging turned to a little more confident, “I will be so much better to you. I will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever fucking had.”

You just eyed him. Looking over every single little thing about him. The way his facial expressions would change in just the tiniest little ways. You were analyzing him.

And it made him nervous.

“Please take me back, please. Fuck I’ll do anything, I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have t-“

Gojo was cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his in a deep, unforgiving kiss. And fuck, if he wasn’t just as desperate to feel you.

He stood up so fast the chair shot out from under him, and a strong arm sent the table between you flying as he pulled you closer.

It was messy— all teeth, spit and moans. Your hands were all in his hair and on his neck, and he was no better. He couldn’t decide where to leave them, your hips, waist or to just hoist you up so he could hold you.

“Missed you,” kiss “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “much.” He groaned against your lips.

You, however, were quickly yanking yourself away from him when you got your senses back to you. Staring at him wide eyed, you took a step back. “No, no— I can’t- we can’t- no.” Quickly, you grabbed your keys from the bowl and left his house he got a new house so you’d come over.

And Gojo was left standing there, watching as you pulled out of the driveway so fast you left tire marks on the driveway, again.

Sighing softly, he could feel his heart ache. Did he fuck this all up? Probably. Would he give up? Hell no.

Running a hand through his hair, he, in frustration, kicked the chair. Just before picking it back up and mumbling an apology to the inanimate object.

That was just the first time you let temptation take you. And it wouldn’t be the last time.

Because when it came to him, you found yourself growing weak. Even after the shit he’d put you through, you’d always ache for him.

The second time it happened, was actually at a little get together celebration with Gojo and his students, along with Nanami, his wife, and Shoko.

You’d spent the last hour teasing Yuji and Megumi, and had been avoiding Gojo like the plague. But eventually, the man had pulled you aside to finally talk to you.

Calling out your name, he finally got you to sit down with him, but instead of beating around the bush, he was blunt, “you’re avoiding me.”

“What? Psh. No.” Waving him off, you looked away and sipped on your glass of wine. You always had been a wine drinker. Regardless of the fuckass headache you always got after.

“You are. And it needs to stop, please. I can’t handle it.” Gojo looked at you dead in the eye, and that had you swallowing nervously.

“You—…” You cut yourself off and shut your mouth. Before just nodding, your cheeks a light pink as you stared down at your wine.

“Good, because I was about to like— die if I didn’t get to talk to you again.” Gojo sighed in relief, before shooting you a playful, charming grin. All he wanted to do was lock you in his arms and run off into the sunset so you’d be his again.

A playful, charming grin that hid the devastating adoration and love he held for you.

The night so far, had been a success. After your little awkward moment with Gojo, things were back to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

You’d even gotten Yuji to taste your wine— and bless his heart he was wiping his tongue with a napkin and whining.

“This is bad, so bad.” Poor boy had the most disgusted look on his face.

“Poor thing, you fell for her little ‘taste my wine’ trick didn’t you?” Gojo looked at him with fake pity before laughing, “well, at least we know you’ll never be a wine alcoholic.”

Rolling your eyes, you finished the rest of your wine, before placing down three one-hundred dollar bills. You made plenty to pay for the little party and drinks you’d and everyone else had had, including tip.

You missed how Gojo glared at the money you placed down, and when you turned your back, he snatched it up and replaced it his own 5 hundreds. You would not be paying on his watch.

“You sure your good to drive? You had a good few glasses of wine.” Gojo helped you when you stumbled a little. His hand rested on the small of your back as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You worried about me?” You shot him a cheeky grin, your cheeks flushed from the few too many glasses of wine you had.

“Always.” He smelled softly down at you, absolutely adoring the way you felt his arms.

“I need to um, get to my car.” You tried to push off of him but stumbled.

“Hell no, pretty you are not going to be driving.” Gojo was quick to pull you back into him, strong arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“Mmk.” You just hummed in response, giving him a dopey smile before getting up on your tip toes to press your lips against his jaw.

Gojo’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and his hand tightened on your hips, “don’t do this to me, beautiful.”

“Do what?” You merely nipped at his jaw before nipping at his throat.

“You are such a tease, that much hasn’t changed.” He mumbled against your hair, pressing a sweet kiss before getting you to walk again.

This time, walking you to his own car. “What’s your address, beautiful?”

“Uhh…” you just stared at the ceiling of the car for a moment, completely stumped.

“Right. Uhuh.” Gojo stared at you before snorting, a content grin stretching on his pretty lips as he puts the car in drive. “I’ll just take you to mine.”

“Ok…” you sighed in response, leaning back in the seat, “love you, Toru.”

And that had him near about slamming on the breaks. His hands were so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched hard, and his brows furrowed. “You are so, so cruel.”

The ride back to his place was silent. Silent except for the sound of his heart racing and his blood rushing in his ears. Of course you’d say some shit like this when you got drunk. Of course.

“Up you go,” Gojo easily lifted you onto the bed. Sitting you down, he stood between your knees as he straightened you up. “You feeling okay?”

“Mm.” You merely hummed in response, leaning your head against his shoulder, going all slack in his arms.

Gojo sighed softly through his nose, before gently lifting your blouse over your head and replacing it with his own shirt. And soon your pants were yanked off promptly after. “Comfortable?”

“Mhmm…” nodding, you let your body fall back against his bed. Sighing in relief at the feeling of the cold comforter against your back.

Gojo nodded, and sat down the money you’d tried to use to pay for the party on the dresser, you could grab it in the morning.

“Right. Well, guess I’ll just uh… go sleep on the couch.” Gojo mumbled, mainly to himself. However, you quickly stopped him with your foot.

“Wait…come back,” you grumbled, your foot pressed flat against his back.

Gojo looked at you unimpressed, “really? This is a new shirt y’know.” He bitched and grumbled knowing damn well he’d burn his entire closet just to lay down with you again.

So, he easily slid off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants before slipping on a pair of baggy old basketball shorts and crawling into bed with you. He didn’t touch you until you curled up against his chest.

Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace.

He knew you’d be pissed in the morning…but for now, he’d just bury his face in your hair and enjoy your scent like he used to.

“You really hurt me, y’know?” You murmured against his chest, eyes clothes.

“…I know.” Gojo could feel his heart restricting and his throat burning. That guilt coming back to eat him up, just like it always did.

“I missed you so much… still do. I wish you’d never ruined what we’d had,” Your eyes opened, but only halfway as you let your drunken thoughts spill as they pleased. “I still love you though, think I always will.”

Gojo let out a shaky breath, “I love you too, pretty. I’ll make it up to you, even if takes the next hundred years. I won’t let you go.”

He could feel your smile against his chest and the way you just melted against him. His own eyes threatened to tear up, but he only held you tighter and closer.

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Gojo fucks you like he hates you when he’s drunk.

Poll result imagine

Gojo had been knocking back shots all night. Celebrating that you’d agreed to be his finance, and accepted his ring. Lord he was happy. Got the girl of his dreams, the girl he’d been plotting over since kindergarten. The girl he has been in love with since fifth grade but he’d always sworn he’d been in love since y’all had a play date when you were both three.

It was just you and him. He didn’t want to be around anyone else for now except you. Even tho he did want to eventually show you off to all his friends.

He wore a button up shirt, the buttons unbuttoned, along with a pair of slacks. The belt unbuckled and the button unbuttoned, leaving his fly slightly unzipped. His glasses had been discarded on the counter and his hair was a mess. A sexy mess albeit.

And as he’d tap his glass on the counter and tip his head back, downing the shot— his eyes would remain on yours.

You weren’t much better. Just as buzzed as he was, and just as happy to be his and he be yours. You just wore his shirt and a pair of panties.

Hair still wet from your shower. You gave him a goofy smile, pulling him closer by his shirt. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“You are so corny.” A lot coming from Gojo, especially as he’d always crack the corny jokes. Letting you pull him closer, his hands resting on your hips. His forehead came to rest on yours, his eyes lidded as he stared down at you.

“Yeah? You like it.” You grinned, your nails gently raking down his chest before slipping them under his shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on his abs had them tensing, a quiet hiss leaving him.

“Maybe just a bit. But you know what I really like?” Leaning down, he whispered against your ear as he reached behind you, squeezing your ass with a grin.

You giggled, letting him pull you close as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yeah? You like me so much.”

“Oh absolutely.” Gojo pressed a kiss to your neck, following with a bite. Your breath hitched softly, nails squeezing slightly on his shoulders.

“My husband is so whipped.” You teased, your hand raising to tangle with the hair on his nape. Grown out from an old undercut as you tug it gently.

Gojo groaned into your neck, the title ‘husband’ had his body reacting way more strongly than it should’ve. Cock straining against his boxers, heart thudding against his chest. “Fuck, it sounds so good when you say it.”

You could smile before finally pulling his face from your neck and pressing your lips against his. His mouth tasted like Malibu, tequila, and rum with some shitty chaser. And it only made you more eager.

You trusted your fiancé, you’d spoken about drunk before, and you’d both decided that it was fine. You trusted one another and had a safe word already in place.

Plus. Being drunk made it more interesting.

Before you knew it, Gojo had you riding his face, thighs on either side of his head, his arms wrapped around them to keep you planted firmly on his mouth. His tongue putting in the work as he ate you out like a man starved.

He was groaning and moaning, his eyes rolling back each time you squeeze your thighs around his head. His hips pushed up into nothing, painfully throbbing cock pressing against his boxers.

Your hands ran through his hair and tugged, guiding him so his nose would bump against your clit and you could grind on his face. And Gojo was loving every fucking second.

“F-fuck— Toru!!” You’d squeal, the pleasure had your brain short circuiting. Your thought process already thrown out the window from being more than sloshed with an array of alcoholic beverages, but with how good Gojo was working you with his mouth, lord the only thing you could think about was him.

“You taste so fucking good, pretty girl.” He’d groan against your cunt before shaking his head a bit, grinning when you’d moan louder. He knew you were close, the way your clit was throbbing against his tongue and your hole was clenching around the fingers he’d shoved inside was a tell-tell sign.

“Mm!” You could only loan in response as you felt an orgasm hit you full force. Your thighs clenching and your cunt tightening like a vice around his fingers.

Gojo moved you to sit on his lap as he sat up. His face, nose down, absolutely covered in your arousal, he only grinned and licked his lips.

Brows furrowed, face completely fucked out, you breathlessly murmured, “you are fucking filthy.”

“Mhmm, you gonna ride my cock? Let me put a baby in my future wife?” Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, your spazzing cunt resting directly on top of his bulge.

“Mmhm.” Nodding your head, you let Gojo move positions. You let him lay you on your back, and move you so you had the back of your thighs pressed against his chest, your ass resting just belong his cock as he pulled it out, letting it slap against your aching cunt.

“So good for me, shit. Not gonna last long baby.” He grunted, eyes already fluttering closed as you pressed down on his dick so it’d be squished between the lips of your cunt.

“Fuck me already, husband. Want it so bad.” You could only whine, and press you hands flat against his v-line, urging him to press inside you.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” Gojo was quick to slowly slide in, however, he didn’t stop to let you adjust, no he slid in straight to the hilt. Stuttered moans slipped past his lips, his hips struggling not to slam against you with how wet you were.

“O-oh fuck, want your babies— please, please,” you babbled mindlessly, the feeling of that big stretch had your mind blank. The feeling of his dick in your guts enough to make you crave him more.

“You can’t just that,” Gojo groaned, before finally giving in and pulling out, just to slam back into you.

His hands were tight around the back of your thighs, nails digging into your soft skin as he pounded into you. His pelvis flush against your ass every time he fucked his cock into your tight cunt. Groaning and mumbling incoherent shit about how you were his wife and he’d make you pregnant as fast as fucking possible.

Your nails rake down the top of his thighs, leaving behind bright red trails that had him hissing in pain, but it only had his cock throbbing.

One hand moved off your hips, and he leaned forward so low that your knees touched your chest. One hand on the bed beside your head as he balanced and put all his weight into fucking you.

“Toru~!” You’d cry out constantly, eyes rolling back as he managed to get deeper inside you. You swore you could feel him in your guts. But then again that could just be the alcohol talking.”

“S-shit, I’m not gonna last baby.” Quickly, he moved a hand down between your thighs and only your click. Moving into tight, quick circles. “Cum with me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cream around me as I fill you up.”

Gojo’s filthy words had you whining, but you only nodded. The extra stimulation had your back arching and your nails raking down his back inside of his thighs. It didn’t take long before you were cumming around him and he was filling your puss up to the brim with his seed.

It left you both panting breathlessly, seamlessly melting against one another as Gojo pulled around and plopped down beside you.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you, his face pressing into your chest, buried in your tits. Your thighs wrapped around his arms and your hands gently raked through his hair.

Thoroughly sated and exhausted. Your head spinning as you felt your eyes forcefully close themselves.

“I love you.” Gojo smiled and pressed a kiss to the engagement ring on your finger. Before allowing himself to pass out with you.

So. I hated season 4 of umbrella academy. Especially Lila x five. But guys. When five is in love it’s so fucking cute. LIKE OH MY GOD. It’s the way he looks so soft around her or the strawberry scene. Let alone when he kissed her it was so slow and gentle and so damn genuine. And then when he smiled at her when he made her that bracelet.

Someone help me I am in LOVE w this man 😩😩😩

Hear me out—

(I’m high as shit and I just thought about this)

“Baby can you hear me?” Large hands cradled a pale face. Thumb gently rubbing under your eye. “Come on, eyes open.”

A small groan sounded from your throat, eyes opening— only because they were being pried open by your boyfriend.

“There she is,” Relieved, Gojo sighed softly and rested his forehead against yours. “Thought you’d gone into a coma or some shit.”

“No, get off me you heavy bastard.” You weakly pushed at his shoulders. Your body felt heavy, weak. Your head ached and your eyes throbbed as they got used to the light. “What even happened?”

“You wanted to play fight… and the rest doesn’t matter,” He laughed awkwardly, bright blue eyes looking anywhere but your beautiful face.

“Quit being a knowledge prude. What happened? I can’t remember.” You sat up fully, hand against your head as you scooted down the bed. Legs dangling from the mattress.

Gojo rolled his eyes but his lips quirked into an amused grin, “You can’t remember what happened but you can remember to be a little shit?”

An annoyed smiled forcibly rose to your lips, “little shit huh?”

Gojo stared at you for a few moments, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he looked away, “I— you ran at me… and I picked up and,” pausing, he peaked at you, then the very big bruise on your head that was slowly starting to knot and slowly, the embarrassment turns to guilt. “And, I dropped you on accident. On the head.”

You stared at him for a moment before looking away. Before little stifled snorts and giggles began to slip.

“Are you— are you laughing?” Gojo looked at you bewildered. Expecting you to be mad, maybe even cry? At least then he could tease you about that then.

“Imagining you actually freaking out and crying over me is kind of funny.” You give him an amused smile. It wasn’t often you could really tease Gojo. But seeing the little red streaks down his cheeks was a major tell tell.

“I did not— whatever.” Leaning forward he pressed his lips to yours o an intimate kiss. Soft at first only move into a deeper rhythm when he leaned in further. Slowly pinning you down on the bed, only to try and run his fingers through your hair—

“Ow!” Quickly pulling away, you held his wrist in a grip to keep his hands away from your sore and bruised scalp. Tears began to spill from your eyes, bottom lip quivering.

“Fuck I’m sorry- you okay?” Quickly moving to cup your cheeks, brows furrowed in concern. “You need a doctor.”

Although, the cries turned to a giggle. It was just too good, after so long of being teased, he fucked up and now it’s your turn. You were going to milk this for all that it’s worth. “You cryin’?”

Gojo who...

—comes back from a mission only to get spoiled rotten by you, and it only makes him fall deeper in love with you.

He’d come home at a random 2:43 in the afternoon. Opening the door with a tired grunt, before dropping everything in the living room and making a bee line for the bedroom.

Gojo stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching as you organized all the shit on your dresser for the nth time since Gojo had left.

He just groaned and wrapped his arms around you from behind. Exhausted. His infinity down and his body completely melted against yours, almost as if trying to mold into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, inhaling your scent— your scent that he hadn’t had around him for an entire seven and a half days. “missed you so much, pretty.”

You smiled, leaning against him. Your hands overlapped the tops of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Welcome home, handsome.” Tilting your face to the side, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Slowly, and reluctantly letting go, Gojo finally pulled away and immediately began to strip his clothes off. His back was tense, rigid with knots. “Baby?”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Because once he was just in a pair of grey sweats, and laid stomach down on the bed, you were climbing up with him.

Standing on the bed, you used the wall to help balance as you stepped onto Gojo’s back. You took little steps up and down his back, smiling and giggling when he’d groan like one of those Great Danes relaxing.

And by the time you finished walking on his back, you were quick to move to the bathroom to run him a bath. You wanted to spoil your boyfriend after his week long mission, and by golly you would do just that.

Running the water till it was steaming, you stopped up the drain so the water would stay in the tub before getting your tired lover.

“Toru, come on. A bath will feel good,” he knew you were right. You always were, but damn he just wanted to sleep. However, he let you tug him off the bed and guide him into the bathroom. Wear he slowly sunk into the hot water, hissing at the initial burn before sighing in relief as his body relaxed. All the tension leaving his body, as the scent of lavender epson salt and a vanilla cupcake candle lighting up in the corner— his favorite Yankee candle scent.

And to add onto the billion reasons he’s head over heels for you— your hands immediately begin to gently massage his scalp. Your nails raking from his hair line to the back of his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back against your touch. “Love you so fucking much.” He mumbled, he couldn’t be more content and loved.

You smiled and leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “Love you more. Now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Your pampering of him didn’t stop there. No no, you would be spoiling him rotten. Because not only did you bath him, wash his hair, and do his skin care for him, but you fixed him dinner, AND gave him those little chocolates he said he wanted before he’d left for the mission.

“I’m going to impregnate you and lock you away so your mine forever.” Gojo mumbled as he tiredly ate the chocolates, a happy, dopey smile on his lips.

“I’m sure you’d try.” You snort, a grin taking on your lips as you push his back with your fingers.

“Mm…” Gojo just hummed in delight. “When you were cooking, I called and said I’d be m.i.a for a few weeks.” Gojo blurted out, your nails on his scalp were his biggest weakness.

Your grin stretched to an ecstatic smile, “wait really?”

“Yeah, so that means I’ll have you all to myself.” Gojo opened his eyes again, locking them with yours as his smile turned to a shit eating grin. “Your mine ‘n mine alone for the next three and a half weeks. Better get ready, pretty.”

as someone who is clingy as fuck and slightly insecure of it, my fingers are crossed that why are you so clingy? wins this one!

congrats on 400 followers! that’s a huge achievement!

here’s a virtual gift for you 🎁 (it’s a big ^3^ smooch ^3^ from gojo ^3^ you have the most fics of him out of all the characters, so i’m guessing he may be your fave!)

Hey you never know. I like to be spontanoues or however tf you spell it. Either way, I literally LOVE YOU. I'm gonna crawl into your skin and hug you <3 (don't die i love you) The poll is kinda like deciding what I write first. Tbh I just need like a planner, so whatever wins ill write first, whatever comes second third n fourth type shit too

Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛