HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS | GOJO SATORU

— HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | smut, husband gojo satoru, f!pregnant reader, pet names, daddy kink, playful use of “mommy” once, piv sex, kinda yan gojo, possessive reader too hehe, not beta read. | 2.4k |

Rain pattered down the windows, the slight churns and groans of the storm sending tremors through the walls. Whilst the candles dotted around the room flickered and billowed in envious whispers at the married pair so lovesick they were bedridden tonight. 

It had been a long week, but luckily today was finally Friday. Monday through Wednesday you craved combinations of food that made even Satoru’s face contort, nevertheless he drove to every supermarket whenever a single item you’d listed was sold out. Thursday and Friday you’d insisted on going to work (almost giving him a heart attack when he came in to bring you lunch and caught you running yourself ragged—twice). But of course Satoru had married another workaholic.

However, tonight belonged to the two of you and that thrilled him to his core. He found himself delighting in every part of this experience, like when he picked you up from work and you nuzzled into his chest a little longer than normal. He read somewhere that pregnant wives were comforted by the masculine scent of their husbands so he couldn’t deny that it turned him on. All of this did.

Just to lay with you in his lap like this, your cheek pressed to his thigh and your hair tickling his skin, whilst an assortment of heavy, fleece blankets fit snugly around your limbs. You were so undeniably his right now, carrying the result of your love, his child. The child you’d made— together (the thought sent him over the edge whenever he looked at you).

His eyes wandered over to the crib he’d built just last week, he’d put it in the perfect position by the bed, so he’d be able to watch over his baby as soon as they were born. So far he’d filled it with a stuffed giraffe and a pastel lilac blanket that Nanami had knitted for you both. 

He couldn’t wait to do this with you.

He stroked fondly at your hair as you giggled at the film, he insisted on light films only, nothing to scare the little peach in your belly, he said. His eyes were brimming with affection as he gazed at you because you were so precious and full of life. He was also savouring the time he had to baby you like this, you were so needy these days and he adored it because you were always so fiercely independent before that you hated accepting help.

You curled up below him, the illumination of the television reflecting off your glowing skin. It was so soft right now, he wanted to kiss it, touch it, stroke it lovingly as he fucked you. God damn it, it was already making Satoru’s cock stir. He needed you.

His eyes trailed down to your breasts and how they strained against your silk nightdress, “Honey?” he hummed.

“Mm?”

“Let’s switch,” he offered innocently.

You nodded, not breaking your eyes away from the film as you leant against the headboard and waited for him to get comfy between your thighs. 

You were so focused on the film in fact, that you didn’t think much of it when your nightdress was being carefully shifted up over your body exposing your sex to the air.

In a matter of months you’d be completely his forever, linked not only by matrimony but your child. He could barely compose himself. In fact he’d put himself in such a state just at the sight of you all dewy and soft from pregnancy like this.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he suddenly asked, his voice all syrupy.

You grinned, “Shut up.”

He pressed his lips to your bump, rising until you were beside yourself laughing at the feathery way he was kissing. “Listen to me sweetheart, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Satoru.” Now he was kissing from your collarbones to your throat with every press of his lips drenched in passion. “I look terrible right now!” 

With a single finger he turned your chin so you could look at him. “No? You’re so beautiful right now,” he said, like you were speaking pure nonsense.

Those eyes of his were shining in the candlelight, unwavering and dripping with lust. In one slick but careful movement he shifted you below him. You were still weak from giggling as you playfully batted him away, “Satoru!”

He closed the distance, brushing his nose against yours like a devoted kitten, “Mrs Gojo,” he purred, “Do you know what you do to me?”

“What’s gotten into you?” You feigned annoyance but wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to give him a tender kiss, joining your smiles.

He made a little hmph sound before he deepened it, speaking through needy flicks of his tongue.

“You have,” he solemnly replied, “In my heart, in my soul. Forever.”

You shifted the snowy hair from his eyes, your eyes softening at the tiny smile that was always etched on his lips when he was with you. 

“It’s always you and I, Toru.”

Something primal ignited in Satoru watching you speak so surely with those tired sweet eyes of yours. You were so strong, putting up with all the back pain and the sickness and the crazy cravings.

“Sit back,” he suddenly commanded, kissing his way down your centre until he reached between your thighs.

“What are you doing? Satoru?” 

Your voice shook as he carefully peeled back the hood of your clit and sucked and in seconds he was eagerly lapping at the juices already oozing into the sheets. You got worked up just as quickly as he did these days, must be the hormones he supposed, as he rutted his cock into the mattress. “You don’t have to, you’ve done so much for me this week!”

“Please baby, just a taste. Just let me have a taste of you,” he groaned, his head swimming.

“Toru.” As he moaned into your cunt you slowly began to buck your hips to get closer, Satoru was an expert at everything, including pleasure.

He sloppily kissed your cunt until you were squealing at his zeal, he could always be serious, but he was always a little playful first. “I’m just saying hello,” he said firmly, “so just sit back and let me take care of some things, yeah?”

“Yeah?” you moaned, your back arching as your hands slotted into his hair. 

“Yeah,” he groaned, pulling away with his eyes darkened and his arms locked around your thighs. “Keep those pretty eyes open, come on baby,” he whispered, that playful smile on his lips.

You nodded as he smirked, spitting all over your pussy to lap at it with your eyes locked until your cheeks burned. “Such a sweet cunt,” he purred. “Drives me crazy.”

“It’s all yours,” you weakly offered as you leaned back and clutched at your breasts, but nothing could ground you from the dumbing pleasure of Satoru’s learnt ministrations.

“I know,” he said before he resumed his noisy eating of you. He broke away minutes later only to tell you to spread your thighs as wide as you could for him, “You’re doing so good, baby. I won’t stop till you come on my face, kay?”

He worked his tongue in languid, broad strokes, burying his face into you until your slick was smeared all over his face. Every sweet sound you made spurred him further in his worship, and when he took a moment to breathe, his voice was low as he spoke, full of gravel and desire.

“I know you missed this, I know I did. I couldn’t control myself.”

He then slid in two fingers and grinned when you whimpered and then clenched on him. So perfect and familiar to him that he felt like your body was his own too. If you throbbed on his fingers, his heart would sync up to the same beat, he was so sure.

“Don’t want you to,” you stammered through shaky breaths. 

“You like it, yeah? You like when your pussy makes a mess?”

His eyes widened when you quickly nodded and tugged him up for a kiss, sliding your hand down into his sweatpants. “No, don’t you wanna come baby?” he practically whimpered. 

“Wanna come with this. Need my man, my sweet sweet husband. So attentive, always taking care of me. I need his cock. My cock.”

He whimpered into your lips at your words, choking on his breaths as you palmed his achingly hard erection. “Fuck, it’s all yours baby, need to be inside of you or I’m gonna lose it.” 

“Fuck me Toru? I need it so bad,” you teased.

“I can do anything for you, baby. Tell me how you want me, you wanna get fucked? Can you take it?” he babbled, bucking into your hand and spilling precum all over your fingers.

He was panting, cupping the back of your neck as he kissed all over, “Baby!” 

You squeezed the tip of his cock and he whimpered, you hadn’t fucked in weeks due to the stress of everything and he was already dangerously close.

“Just take baby, take what’s yours, yeah?” he managed through moans as you jerked him even faster. “Don’t let me. Wanna come inside instead, need to!”

He groaned like he’d die if you didn’t let him bury his cock into you in the next minute, so you took his breath away when you flipped him under you and lined his cock up to your cunt. You were so desperate and horny for him too that it was sending him over the edge. 

“Satoru, need you so bad.” You pulled him in for a kiss, whimpering as his large hands dwarfed your hips and he shoved you down onto his length without warning.

Finally, you gasped at the sensation you’d craved all week. 

“That’s it, you just needed to sit your pretty self down, yeah? That’s all you gotta do now, kay sweetheart? You’ve had your fun, now let me do all the work.”

His words had bite but they were so sweet that your teeth ached.

Satoru wasn’t used to being so out of control, your little argument in the car about you overworking when he picked you up earlier came to mind. “I take care of you, and I always will,” he grunted. 

“I know!”

You melted into his unyielding embrace, holding your bump as he hissed at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock, snapping his hips up in desperate hurried thrusts.

“Don’t want you lifting a finger,” he growled, though more to himself.

“Satoru!”

“Let me do all the work, mommy.”

“Pervert,” you moaned, raking your hands back through his hair and tugging until he growled.

“You’re so so beautiful, aren’t you? Stretching yourself out on my cock like this, hm?”

You could barely breathe, Satoru’s dick fucking you so deeply cream oozed down his shaft with every smack of his hips. “Gonna come, Toru!”

“Yeah? Let’s come together baby, come here beautiful. Show me that face.”

Satoru grabbed your face, cupping it whilst you steadied yourself on the headboard and grinded your hips in circles.

“Beautiful, beautiful, all mine— all ours,” he chanted like a madman, like the lovesick husband he was. 

“Gotta be careful with you though baby, our munchkin’s in there!” he pleaded as you started to impatiently match his thrusts.

“She’s fine! Don’t be careful! Just make me come,” you hissed in frustration, your body already aching from the strain of being pregnant. “Please!”

He chuckled, kissing and then sucking on one of your tits, they were so sensitive that your hips started to stutter and you shook on him. He loved every second of it. “Baby, you can come, you can come for daddy, can’t you?” he mocked, feeling you flutter at the words.

“Satoru! Stop, I hate you so much!”

“You love me, you love me so much, don’t lie,” he groaned against your breast, his hand planted firmly to your lower back. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me. Show me how good this cock feels,” he urged. “Ohh, sweetheart!”

Moans tore from your throat before words did, the crashing waves of your climax sending tremors through your body. 

You were spent as you collapsed bonelessly into Satoru’s chest. Your orgasms were so powerful these days that he couldn't help but admire the twitching, now sleepy sight of you. But still, he continued to bounce you up and down as you started to whine and nearly sob at the overstimulation. “More baby, you can do it.”

You shook your head, gripping onto the headboard as he nodded with that sweet yet sadistic smile of his, lifting you until only his tip remained inside. 

His eyes locked on yours, “Breathe for me baby. Just breathe for a second.” He wasn’t asking so you did as he said, watching the way his eyes lidded as they followed the creamy cum sliding down his shaft as you relaxed. 

“Look at that,” he purred, as he yanked your hips back down until he was fully sheathed again. “See, I can’t baby, I gotta,” he spoke into your ear, cooing when you laced your arms around his neck and squeezed. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, so I’ve gotta show ya, huh?”

“Not too fast, please,” you begged, rocking your hips slowly, the loud wet sloshes of your cum only more arousing.

“Shush, you can take it baby, let me fuck my creamy little pussy,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you as he roughly snapped up his hips. “A little more, yeah?”

“Yeah!” 

“Gonna do that for daddy? Just a little more so I can come too.”

“Yes daddy,” you moaned, so hazy you were drooling down his back as you clawed at it. “Give me your cum!”

“Ahh?” He blushed, gripping your ass hard enough to bruise as he moaned out your name until his voice cracked. His thrusts grew frantic, trying his best to be gentle, but it was so hard when your swollen tits bounced everytime he filled you completely up inside. 

You quickly came again, clenching his cock tight as you bit on his shoulder, marking him. “All fucking mine,” you whimpered into his skin, pushing your hips down on his as you covered him in your juices once again. “My Toru.”

That little argument earlier had also started because you were sure the receptionist at work had been flirting with Satoru.

“Oh yeah, I'm all yours baby!” he moaned, cupping the back of your head and clutching you tightly as he spurted out ropes and ropes of cum inside of you. “You got me there…You fucking got me, sweetheart,” he panted, his cock twitching inside of you with no sight of stopping.

“Too full,” you moaned, “Fuck Toru, how much more?”

“A lot more.” He pulled out to come all over your pussy too. You both laughed through your breathlessness, it was like his body had lost control as his cum covered everywhere.

“Satoru! Satoru?” 

“Heh, heh. We’re gonna have to go again…”

He stroked up and down your spine, your chests brushing each time you both heaved for breath.“Wait! Wait!” He pulled away, cupping your cheeks with his eyes wide, “We’re having a girl! You said she!”

You fell into laughter, “Now you notice?”

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my very soul demands you

sukuna x reader summary: you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to commit murder because another man had the nerve to touch your arm (which earns him a lecture from yuuji). w/c: 2.5k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. jealous!sukuna. aged up!yuuji. features yuuji x reader. cursing. banter. hopefully not too ooc for sukuna. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: this could maybe be read as a stand alone, but it'd flow much better with the context of the previous two parts. lots of denial and begrudging softness from sukuna here. definitely more fluff than anything tho. this series has been fun to write, so thanks for reading<3 i appreciate any reblogs or feedback! part one // part two // part three masterlist

when you crawl in between sukuna's legs and curl up against his chest, it's a foreign experience that makes his body stiffen.

he'd been with countless women during his lifetime, but while fucking is one thing, he never once found himself in a position that struck him as this... intimate.

"hold me," you whine as if you can sense his unfamiliarity with such matters.

he rolls his eyes, beginning to wonder if your habit of throwing orders at him is actually some sort of compulsive need. "didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

despite his irritation, he acquiesces to your demand and once he envelops you in his arms, some of his rigidness dissipates.

you hum contentedly. "isn't that better?"

"it's tolerable," he asserts, his chest vibrating against your cheek.

"whatever you say." tangling your legs with his, you turn your attention back to the movie you've both been watching.

he doesn't understand this... tedious display of affection, nor does he particularly enjoy it... right?

and he only allows it because he can't rid his mind of the image of your tear stained face... right?

yeah, that has to be it. he figures he can endure this, given that he was the reason you were so upset earlier.

it goes without saying that he doesn't realize it when he begins to rub absentminded circles on your back.

and the way the warmth of your body forces his usually tense muscles to relax goes unacknowledged.

when the credits begin to roll, sukuna's wearing an expression of unimpressed disinterest. "that's seriously how it ends?"

you don't respond, so he looks down only to find that you're fast asleep.

"tch. you ask to watch a movie, force me to pick it, and then you don't even have the decency to stay awake." he's not sure why he's chiding you even though he knows you can't hear him, but he keeps his voice low enough that it won't disturb you.

sukuna's spent more time than he cares to admit watching your sleeping form, but this is the first time that it's actually him you're pressed against. it's the first time he can reach out and touch you.

your hair has fallen across your face, so he pushes it back behind your ear gently. the pads of his fingers brush against your cheekbone, a ghost of a caress, and his gaze lingers on your parted lips.

he lets out a deep breath, tearing his eyes away from you. "impertinent brat."

reaching for the remote, he flips off the tv and casts the room in darkness.

upon waking up in the morning, yuuji's confused once he notices that he's on the couch and you're sleeping against his chest.

he may have been half asleep when he arrived home, but he's still positive he went to bed. stretching his arms above his head, the movement jostles you from your slumber.

"mornin', baby."

"good morning, yu," you yawn in response, shifting to sit up.

"how'd i wind up on the couch?" he asks, though he's already got an inkling of the answer.

"oh," you blush. "sukuna kind of made an appearance last night."

"that so? how'd it go?"

you think there might be the shadow of a smirk playing on his lips. is he teasing you?

"good," you offer. "we watched a movie."

"watched a movie with the king of curses," he muses before his face breaks out in a lopsided grin. "you sure are somethin', baby."

returning his smile, you lean in and press your lips to his. "hm. says you."

it's not uncommon for you to meet yuuji for lunch if his mission is short and nearby, and today is one of those days, so he eagerly makes his way to the cafe you agreed on.

he's still a few hundred feet away when he spots you through the window, chatting with a man he recognizes as your childhood friend.

his gaze drops to where his hand is wrapped around your forearm as you both share a laugh together.

it doesn't really bother yuuji, he trusts you implicitly and jealousy is not an emotion that's really on his radar. the same can't be said for everyone, though.

sukuna watches on as well, though his thoughts are much darker than his vessel's. who does that wretch think he is, putting his hands on you? you're not his to touch.

"give me control," sukuna growls, his mouth appearing on yuuji's cheek.

"and why would i do that?"

"so i can rip his heart out and gift it to her since he seems so interested in offering his affections."

"duuuude," yuuji begins, somewhat amused. "i don't think she'd be super crazy about you murdering her friend."

"fine," sukuna bites back, well aware that yuuji has a point. "but he can live without his filthy hands, can't he? so perhaps i'll pull each arm from his torso—"

yuuji snorts. "you have some serious issues, man."

he can feel sukuna trying to take over and easily curbs the attempt, though that only fuels the king of curses' irritation. "my only issue lies in the fact you're allowing this to happen."

yuuji reaches the door, a bell chiming through the cafe as he pulls it open. "she's a big girl. she doesn't need either of us to dictate what can and can't happen to her."

once you see your boyfriend, your face lights up and you call out his name. you place a kiss on his cheek and snake an arm around his waist in greeting, and the space it puts between you and your friend is enough to keep sukuna from protesting further.

"you two have met, right?" you ask.

"yeah! hey, itadori! it's been a while."

"it has! good to see you, yamada."

"i'd love to stay and chat more, but i have to get going," he states, leaning in to give you a hug which you return. "we should all go out together soon!"

"absolutely not, you deplorable knave—" yuuji slaps a hand to his cheek before sukuna can continue and yamada gives him an odd look.

your eyes widen for a split second and you have to stop yourself from facepalming.

"what'd you say?" yamada asks, sounding a bit hesitant.

"i said absolutely, sounds like an enjoyable night!"

the men exchange a handshake before you and yuuji make your way to a table.

"sukuna, what the hell was that?" you hiss once yamada's out of earshot.

"i don't know what you mean," he responds smugly.

you meet yuuji's eye and he just shrugs his shoulders, but you swear the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

you can't imagine anything good coming from the two of them colluding with one another, but let it go anyway.

you sigh in defeat, opening up your menu. "if you say so."

"what do you mean you'd rather disembowel yourself?" you question the man sitting across from you.

it's becoming more commonplace to see those dark marks adorning yuuji's body during the nighttime hours. you sometimes wonder if he's letting it happen or if sukuna's just getting better at taking over, but you're too nervous to ask.

"do you need a dictionary? there's one over on the shelf—"

"no, asshole. i know what disembowel means! i just don't understand your refusal."

he raises his eyebrows at the obscenity, but doesn't comment on it. "i'm not reading some inane romance novel."

"but brontë's one of my favorite authors!"

"it makes no difference if it was penned by the gods. the thought alone is absurd. can we move on now?"

you don't respond. instead, you cross your arms and stare at the wall defiantly. your face is contorted into an expression that lets sukuna know you're clearly affronted.

"very mature, you silly little girl."

"sorry you find me and my interests so childish," you huff.

"oh, please. that's not what i said."

you continue giving him the cold shoulder, having no desire to argue further, but more than willing to die on this hill.

"fine, don't talk. it's no matter to me," he claims (despite it being the furthest thing from the truth).

as the minutes tick by, he keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye and exhaling dramatically.

eventually, he calls your name in an exasperated tone, and while it makes your heart flutter, you still don't spare him a glance. you just hold the book out for him and to your surprise, he rips it from your grasp.

"you're ridiculous," he grumbles, opening the cover to reveal the first page. "i hate you."

when he glances over to see you're beaming at him despite the insult, he adds (albeit half heartedly), "i mean it, brat."

the two of you sit in silence, each of you reading your respective books. a few chapters in, sukuna comes across the following conversation:

"do you know where the wicked go after death?" "they go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer. "and what is hell? can you tell me that?" "a pit full of fire." "and should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?" "no, sir." "what must you do to avoid it?" i deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: "i must keep in good health, and not die."

to your astonishment, you actually hear him chuckle, but when he looks over and finds your self satisfied smirk, any hint of humor disappears from his face in the blink of an eye. your hand quickly moves to your mouth to stifle a giggle.

"something you want to say?" he baits you.

"nope, nothing at all!"

two nights later, he's already nearing the end of the story and you refrain from commenting about how quickly he's made his way through.

you doubt he'd allow your current position if you had— you're laying on your side, your head resting comfortably in his lap, one hand laying on the space above his knee.

when you asked if it was okay, all he offered you was a clipped, "i suppose."

your hair is splayed across his thigh and your eyes fluttered shut a while ago. when he agreed to this, he didn't realize how distracting it'd be. his gaze flickers between you and the words on the page rather frequently.

he's decided what you call cuddling is absolutely suffocating. how anyone could actually enjoy it, he's sure he'll never comprehend. he can hardly concentrate on the book that right in front of him—

"read to me, 'kuna," you mumble, interrupting his thoughts. it surprises him that you're still awake.

he scoffs. "what do i look like? your personal audiobook?"

"you didn't even know those existed until like a week ago," you laugh. "c'mon, pleaaaaaase."

he stays quiet for a few moments, so you're under the impression he may just ignore your request. as such, you're exceptionally pleased when his voice fills the otherwise still apartment.

you think the sound of his voice comforting, an idea that would more than likely make him cringe, so you keep it to yourself. after all, you don't want him to stop.

at some point or another, he begins twirling a strand of your hair around his finger whenever he's not turning the page. it seems to take place without his noticing.

occasionally he'll pause to ask if you're even listening. it's an odd feeling that blossoms in his stomach when you assure, "mhmm. every word."

as he reaches the second to last chapter, he reads a line that makes you question whether your heart's stopped beating. you're not sure if it's because of the tone of his voice, the words he's imparting, or some mix thereof.

"no—no—jane; you must not go. no—i have touched you, heard you, felt the comfort of your presence—the sweetness of your consolation: i cannot give up these joys. i have little left in myself—I must have you. the world may laugh—may call me absurd, selfish—but it does not signify."

he stops reading, as if he too feels the sense of unease that's invaded the air. against your better judgement, you turn to look at him. his eyes are glued to the page, almost like they're avoiding you, and his jaw is tense.

"my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.”

when his gaze finally lands on you, his expression is almost pained. it's a strange contrast to the warm fondness you spot in his eyes.

you quickly push that thought away, however. whatever you believe you may have seen, you're probably just deluding yourself. you know you aren't his least favorite person, but surely he'd never feel even half of that sentiment toward you—

your breath catches in your throat when his hand reaches up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. he still marvels at the fact you don't shy away from his touch, that you're usually the one to seek out contact with him.

perhaps the story is not as asinine as he had expected it to be. rochester presumes jane will find him revolting, yet she still eventually agrees to be with him, even after his selfishness has been made plain to her. after the sins of his past have caught up to him.

no, no, no.

to be so desperate for some woman's approval, or her devotion for that matter, is despicable. rochester's nothing less than foolish and sukuna isn't anything like him.

but you're certainly like jane, aren't you? fearless, passionate, and determined: all things he can't help but find endearing...

gods, what is this turmoil? it's making him feel pathetic and there isn't an emotion in the world he hates more—

you distract him from his internal monologue when your fingers wrap around his wrist and bring his knuckles to your lips. "you okay?"

"of course," he mutters, pulling his hand away. "just trying to get past all the mawkishness."

"really? you think it's that bad?" you question, the frown on your lips igniting that ache in his chest that appears whenever you're upset.

"it's not terrible," he sighs, realizing there may indeed be one thing he despises even more than feeling pathetic. "although i don't understand how jane is so taken with rochester."

you seem to ponder this for a moment before shrugging. "love is weird."

"what a clever observation."

you slap his chest playfully. "oh, whatever. just keep going, you're almost finished!"

and you're right. he does indeed reach the end of jane eyre that night, but not before you fall asleep on his lap. he closes the book, running a finger down the creased spine and setting it down carefully. it's obvious you've read it several times.

admittedly, he can see why, but he'd be caught dead before he'd ever tell you as much.

left alone with his thoughts, he considers the impossibility of jane and rochester: a charming, headstrong woman and a cruel, arrogant man.

leaning forward, he whispers your name to make certain you're asleep, then places a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"..sweet dreams."

everyone on twitter has been posting a bunch of their favorite ship dynamics

here’s mine:

He's telling the kids: "A rocket is coming cover your ears." Then he tells them to remove their fingers once it's gone. At the end of the video, since the girl is wearing Messi Argentina jersey, he jokes with her saying: "They don't appreciate you anymore messi, they don't respect you anymore" to make her smile.

This is a famous influencer from gaza: Ahmed alhenawi. He came to gaza for his wedding which was a week before the genocide. The little girl here is his sister in law, and the little boy is their cousin who's staying with them since his mother was killed by Israeli bombardment.

This is the same girl who said: I wish I could just get killed right now, because I'm so exhausted. You know what's good though? They postponed examinations!

These people need you, never stop talking about Palestine. Speak up. If they find it in themselves to smile and joke during this and not fall into despair so can you. STOP THE GENOCIDE.

‘toji doesn’t know how to properly give aftercare — nor did he care to do so before. but, meeting you changed his ways of thinking.’

☀︎｜toji fushiguro x female reader. suggestive; fluff, comfort, angst. established relationship. hint of an age gap between toji and reader. mention of virgin!reader. mention of toji’s previous / past wife. grumpy sad dilf toji who learns how to love again t_t. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl’. self indulgent? yessir.

toji grunts and his exhausted body collapses to the side, careful not to crush you underneath his burly figure. he drapes one arm over his eyes with the other resting near his side. his eyelids felt heavy — clearly needing some rest after hours of continuous bodily satisfaction.

he had gone a bit overboard this once. even toji himself was feeling the aftermath since his muscles were aching and his brain was telling him to go to sleep. the assassin was about to, however his ears picked up on a little muffled whimper sounding from beside him.

“mmph,” you sniff. your face was still buried in the pillow below you — your tears and drool staining the material. your limbs were trembling and you were completely and utterly spent. you couldn’t even turn around to lay on your back; it was all just too much.

toji watches you with an unchanging expression for a second. normally for him this would be the part where he’d get the money, dress himself back up and leave through the front door with a small ‘thanks for your time’ comment.

but, that was his past. that was after the death of his wife and before he had met you — that was a dark time where he sought money in any kind of way to ease the hidden guilt and pain in his body. he’d sleep with women for a pay check. and maybe also to simply forget about his miserable life.

toji thought that he wouldn’t ever love himself nor another person again after his life went downhill. though, that thought was proven wrong by you.

you were a girl whom he had met on numerous occasions by accident to the point you decided to exchange phone numbers. you had also eventually started to help toji with his son - megumi - during tough times.

a sweet young woman: that’s what you were and still are in his eyes. maybe you were the change toji needed. the miracle to heal from his past and get himself together.

“hey,” the dark-haired man speaks up in a gruff tone after taking in your weak state. he felt a faint twinge of guilt deep within him since he was the reason you ended up like that. perhaps he took it too far.

you looked up at toji through half-closed and watery eyes. all you could do was tiredly hum in response, “mhm?”

silence follows. it’s not really awkward, but there was a barely noticeable sense of insecurity radiating from the assassin. for the first time in a good while.

toji’s eyes dart around the room in hopes of finding or seeing something that would remind him of what to do in such a situation. aftercare; he knew how important that is after sex, but had forgotten how to properly execute it. he hadn’t done so in a good few years.

that could also be an excuse. maybe he was simply afraid to show any kind of affection to someone again. maybe.

despite all of it — despite all those complex thoughts and feelings — his body moved on its own command. toji shifted closer to your side, rough hand slowly reaching out to give you some head pats. that’s the best he could do for now.

“heh.” you chuckle, yet felt extremely happy that toji had shown any type of affection toward you in such a vulnerable moment. his fingers massaging your scalp gently, over and over, was enough of a sign for you. a sign that he cares.

you knew all about his hard life; past and present. you accepted toji for who he was and what he has done and does. one of the only people who’d stay by his side throughout it all.

“thanks, toji.” the words that left your lips made the older man silently nod. his touch grew a bit more confident after your positive reaction. his hand traveled down to the nape of your neck and over to your shoulder, turning you around so you could lay comfortably on your back.

toji couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across your gorgeous skin. even if it was sweaty and covered in other bodily fluids, it still was one of the most beautiful sights he had seen in his entire life.

“you okay?” he asks to which you give a weary nod. she’s far from okay judging by the looks of it, toji thought to himself.

he hesitantly leans his head down to plant a quick kiss on your shoulder. that did feel a bit awkward, though it turned loving the more you positively reinforced him with your verbal reactions.

toji sighs as he tries his best to keep you as comfortable as possible around him. his hands grab you by your sides and he hoists you up onto his lap, gently pushing your head against his chest; “c’mere my little girl.”

you happily accept the affection toji gives you. it wasn’t often that he’d do this after sex and you understand why. it takes a lot to heal from his previous wounds and you were there to support him throughout that journey. the fact that he was trying was enough.

“you’re nice ‘n warm,” you murmur, eyes droopy as you snuggle against toji’s bare chest. the older man chuckles at your comment and his big hands come to rest on your back to hold you in place — to give you a sense of security.

you didn’t have any regrets about tonight nor about any other night spent in bed with him. toji was the only man whom you were content with showing your body to. he’d never judge nor hurt you in any way, unlike the other more immature men in your indirect environment.

plus, you remember how unexpectedly gentle the big and scary looking man was with you during your first time a few days back. he was the perfect man for you in your eyes—in his own way.

“y’r real pretty. like a doll.”

the sudden compliment forces you awake. you blink thrice, trying to make sense of what you had heard. was it your imagination? no, it definitely sounded like toji. that deep and now almost groggy voice.

you lift your head up and lock eyes with the assassin. he was looking right back at you whilst the pad of his thumb delicately wipes some drool off your right cheek. you quietly stared at him for a good while which makes toji raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“pfft.” you let out a short laugh. you were both embarrassed and amused at the loving words that the older man had told you out of the blue. it made you feel tingly all over in a good way.

“what? did i say somethin’ weird?” toji questions as his hands slowly roam all over your body like they usually would, squeezing and rubbing longer in some spots, “i jus’ said what i observed.”

there was no hiding that lopsided grin on toji’s lips. the soft sound of your laughter was enough to make his entire body relax and give in to the warmth of the moment and the love that radiates between you two. you really were meant to be with him.

“no, no.” you shake your head after giggling. your lips find a spot on his chest to place a kiss upon in response, “it was cute.”

toji huffs at being called cute. no one had ever called him that. it didn’t really hurt his pride or ego — you could call him anything you wanted to and he wouldn’t mind. his rough hand does however give you a light smack on the ass after that.

“y’re lucky i love you, doll.” he grumbles and nuzzles his nose into your hair. the words left his lips before his brain had processed them. it was probably said subconsciously since toji doesn’t realise that he uttered the three words. the three words he usually hesitates on saying now flowing off the tongue so naturally.

you weren’t going to ruin the moment by teasing him about it. you were just happy that toji didn’t think twice before telling you that he loved you this time. it was a huge step forward in your relationship.

you simply giggle some more before placing a kiss on his lips that he instantly reciprocates.

“i love you too, toji.”

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