Christmas Cuddles

christmas cuddles

gojo found his place in the universe

a/n: pure fluff partly inspired by this song </3 i miss gojo and i miss seokjin , sue me ! let me know what u all think and sorry if it’s ooc </3

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Maybe it was the Christmas spirit in the air, or the smell of the chocolate chip cookies you’d just taken out of the oven. Maybe it was the sparkle of the chirstmas tree lights on your face as you watched your boyfriend take a bit out of the cookie with hopeful eyes.

Gojo wasn’t sure exactly what it was that made his heart feel full and his body tingle with happiness and warmth. A smile grazed his lips as he finished off the cookie he’d tried.

“this has gotta be your best batch yet angel face” he smiled, kissing your forehead and pulling you into his side.

“really? I added a bit more brown sugar this time maybe that’s what made it better” you smiled proudly, kissing his cheek before resting your head on his collarbone.

Maybe it was the way you were so easy to talk to from the start, or that you had so much in common but also so many differences. Maybe it was the fact that you so readily and wholeheartedly believed that you could take him in a fist fight if you really tried, despite knowing he was a sorcerer.

Gojo wasn’t sure when exactly he knew he was in love, but he knew he was.

He knew when he felt like he had heaven to himself the moment the two of you were alone, giggling over the smallest things and making too many inside jokes to count.

He knew he loved you when you’d woken up at 2 in the morning groaning out a small ‘toru?’ causing him to wake up worried, only for you to ask him if he thought he could fight a kangaroo before you fell back asleep as quickly as you’d woken up.

A small smile had formed on his face by now, leaning down a bit to kiss the top of your head. You were caught by surprise and turned to look at him, a smile on your face as you kissed his nose.

“I love you sweets” his voice was sincere and soft, his eyelashes just barely kissing the tops of his cheeks as he blinked barely noticeable tears out of his eyes. You didn’t mention it, instead shifting in place to be eye level with him, before smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck, only pulling back to pepper his face with light, airy kisses.

“and i love you” you smiled, kissing his soft lips quickly before continuing, “my angel boy.”

The nickname always caused him to shy away a bit, his overly confident and cocky façade disappearing for seconds at a time after the words left your lips. You kissed his pink dusted cheeks before cuddling back into his side.

Gojo knew it wasn’t the holiday spirit that made him jolly, and it wasn’t the AC set to heat that made his ears hot and heart warm. It wasn’t the chocolate chips cookies that made him feel like he was giddy beyond belief.

It was you.

It was you who made him feel complete. Who made him feel like he had a place in this universe, who felt like he was in heaven by your side. You made him forget about everyone else in the world when you were together, brushing away all his worries when you’d run your fingers through his snowy hair, scratching his scalp just right and causing him to melt into your touch.

Gojo satoru knew he was in love with you, and nothing would ever change that fact.

𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 (𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼) .ೃ࿐

cw/ tw. fem!reader, fluff, five times you kissed + that one time it meant something

The first time you and Gojo kiss, it's as friends in your parent's basement, the TV almost muted to a murmur in the background—just to see what it's like; it doesn't have to mean anything—pretends he's not affected, even though you catch him staring at your mouth afterward.

It happens again at a New Year's party, almost coincidental that you both end up standing next to each other as the clock strikes midnight. How he freezes like a stone for a breath of a moment before leaning down to meet you halfway. This kiss feels more practiced than the one you shared on that worn couch in a dimly lit basement—fewer noses bumping into each other and more of a soft caress—but it also ends too soon when his friends come and pull him away.

He's a few years older. His five o'clock shadow more prominent on the mornings he forgets to shave; no longer that gangly boy with soda-stained sweaters or a smile that was almost on the side of too silly—but now more arrogant. It's a kiss on the cheek because there's a willowy brunette on his arm, and it takes everything to smile and nod when he introduces you to her.

You're starting to notice a pattern after the third time, that it's always the wrong place at the wrong time—in your tiny kitchen after a messy break-up, in the back of a bar after one too many drinks, in the middle of an airport as you're about to board a plane for an internship overseas.

You expect it to be this way forever, a game of chicken between two people who are too afraid to admit what's right in front of them. And then, one day, while you're walking home, still feeling lonely in a big city, you stop in the middle of all the sidewalk traffic to the sight of Gojo leaning against the stairs of your apartment building with some flowers in his hand.

"How?"

The corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. “I took a plane.”

You shake your head. “No, I meant, why?”

He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. "I missed you," he says like it’s that easy, and maybe, after all this time, it has been that easy—a few words to end a game that spanned years.

It takes only a few steps forward to push up on your toes to kiss him—when did he get so tall?—and for Gojo to scoop you up off the sidewalk with a groan. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you breathless and a little dizzy, until his heartbeat is yours, until you barely exist outside this little bubble of lips and skin on a crowded street in a busy city.

A kiss between lovers—because you think that’s what you’ve always been.

"All that for some flowers?" he murmurs into your mouth, palms open against the small of your back, probably squishing the flowers, but you find that you don't really care.

"It's more than that," you whisper. "It's always been more."

You don't know if you'll ever get used to how he kisses you under the ear while you make coffee in the morning, accompanied by a sleep-addled I love you, on the curve of your shoulder while you get ready for bed, the gentle swell of your stomach after he feels the first thump of a little foot, your head after your daughter takes her first breath and lets out a healthy wail—

After wasting so much time skirting around each other, at becoming masters at lying and breaking your own hearts, of saying one thing but meaning another, it's a nice problem to have, you think.

gojo will always help cheer you up after a rough day

a/n: hi hi !! i hope this brings you comfort and helps you feel even a smidge better <3 let me know what you all think :] sorry for any typos or mistakes </3

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you took a deep breath before putting in your key and unlocking the front door to your shared apartment. you were fighting back tears as you closed the door, slipping your shoes off and listening for any sign of life.

“toru?” your voice was small, you knew if you raised your voice any higher it might break. there was no response, your heart fell further than it had already.

you’d had such a rough day and all you wanted was your boyfriend to hold you and make you smile, but he wasn’t even home.

there wasn’t time for you to even get to your room when you started crying, your back against the wall as the tears fell freely, sobs leaving your lips until you were hugging your knees on the floor, back pressed against the wall.

you felt firm arms wrap around you before you could process what was happening. you wiped your face with the sleeves of you shirt, hoping you could at least look somewhat decent before having to face your lover.

“sweet thing oh no” his voice was gentle, his arms were welcoming as he helped you up, his face full of worry as he guided you to the couch. “sweetheart what happened?” your red eyes met his cerulean ones, thinking of all that had happened and you could only shake your head, biting your bottom lip before hiding your face in your hands as you cried some more.

gojo felt his heart break in his chest, he wrapped his arms around you once more, this time pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest. he rocked you both back and forth softly.

“it’s alright, let it out im right here baby,” his voice helped soothe you, his hand rubbing your back as you cried into his chest.

his mind raced, thinking of a million different things that could’ve happened to you, but they were all wiped away as you let go of the grasp you had on his t shirt, pulling away with soft sniffles and blowing your nose on the tissues he’s given you.

“sorry” you whispered, gojo shook his head, immediately rubbing your back again.

“don’t be, I’m always gonna be here for you” there was a beat of silence, “you don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to” sincerity was laced in his every word.

you turned to look at him, your vision still a bit blurry for tears waiting to fall. even through the tears you could tell how concerned he was, you gave him a small smile, “had a really rough day” your voice wasn’t as wobbly now, your chest felt a bit lighter.

“I’m sorry baby,” he pulled you into his chest once more, one hand running through your hair and the other playing with your fingers.

gojo let you calm down, continuing his actions for a while before you spoke up, “talk to me, about anything, i just wanna hear your voice,” he smiled and nodded.

“hmm, sukuna asked for you number again today,” he smiled, you gasped.

“no!” you looked at him in shock, he chuckled and nodded.

“yes! poor yuji was mortified, especially when he started talking about how he could treat you better” he cringed a bit as he recalled the hand mouths words to him.

“he did not!” you laughed, sitting up and covering your mouth as you gasped again.

“he did! megumi and nobara were getting a real kick out of it” he scoffed, “had to take a second to compose myself and remember that’s my second born and not the king of curses” he sighed dramatically and you giggled, hitting his chest softly.

you let out a soft sigh, “thank you” gojo kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, then the tip of you nose.

“anytime cuddle bug” your nose scrunched up at the pet name, gojo’s grin only grew.

“I’m gonna go shower and change, i feel so gross and stinky” you sighed, grabbing the tissues from the table, gojo smiled at you softly.

“is that what that smell was?” he teased and you whipped around to face him, your mouth open in shock, you couldn’t be mad at him, not when he laughed so hard a small wheeze came out of him and he struggled to apologize through his fits of laughter.

“I’m kidding! you don’t even smell!” he laughed, grasping at his belly to try and calm down. you laughed along with him, how could you not? he’d always had such a contagious laugh.

“yeah yeah make fun of the person who had a bad day you teased and gojo froze, now it was your turn to burst into laughter, “I’m kidding oh my god you looked like you were gonna shit your pants” you laughed.

gojo pouted, getting up from the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, “very funny y/n” he rolled his eyes as you continued laughing at him. gojo threw you softly on the bed, grabbing you his favorite sweatshirt and spraying some cologne on it along with some pajama shorts and undergarments.

you watched as he placed them on the bed before walking to the bathroom and turning the water on, only emerging after a couple seconds and picking you up again.

gojo sat you on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, before smiling at you and pressing his lips to yours.

“go shower sweetheart, I’ll be waiting for you, okay?” you nodded, kissing his forehead and watching him as he closed the door behind him.

there was a small smile on your face, grateful you had such an amazing boyfriend in your life. you took your time in the shower, letting the hot water wash away your problems, even if it was just momentarily.

once you’d finished and changed it’d already been quite some time. you expected to find satoru sitting on the couch watching Hell’s Kitchen without you.

Instead you were met with the fairy lights around the living room on, fresh flowers in the vase on the coffee table along with candles lit around the living room.

“toru?” you we’re in awe, the warm light engulfing you as you saw satoru emerge from the kitchen, two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows in hand.

“hi cuddle bug” he smiled and you rolled your eyes at him, he giggled as he handed you a mug.

“what’s all this?” you motioned to the living room, “when did you even have time to do all this? did i take that long?” satoru laughed softly at your words, shaking his head at your words.

“I’ll always make time for you, did you like the flowers?” you nodded, placing the mug down on the coffee table and sniffing the flowers. “picked them out myself” he grinned proudly, and you giggled.

“you have good taste” you replied, he smiled and immediately shot back, “course i do, I’m dating you,” you couldn’t stop the heat rising on your cheeks as you rolled your eyes.

he sat down on the couch, putting his arms out and motioning for you to join him, you didn’t hesitate to cuddle into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as he held you close.

“how about we watch all your comfort movies until we fall asleep?” gojo suggested and you smiled, craning your neck to look up at him.

“really?” you asked, giddy as he handed you the remote.

he nodded, kissing your forehead, “it can be a movie night date, dinner should be here soon” and almost on cue there was a knock on the door, “there it is” he smiled, getting up from the couch and grabbing the food from the delivery man.

“what’d you order?” you asked, sitting up and trying your best to figure out what is was as he placed it on the table in-front of you.

gojo was silent as he let you open the bag, “toru!” you squealed, a smile on your face when you realized it was your favorite takeout food.

gojo couldn’t help but stare as he watched how bright your eyes were, how wide your smile was and how sweet your giggles sounded. he couldn’t imagine how rough of a day you must’ve had to break down the way you did. he just wanted to be there for you in every way possible.

and so as you watched your comfort movies that he thought were unbearably cliche and cheesy, he decided he’d watch them a thousand times over if it meant you’d be smiling and giggling into his chest as he made small comments ever so often.

he decided he’d give you all his favorite clothes if it meant you’d happily cuddle into yourself as you dozed off with a smile on your face in the middle of the second movie, your belly full with your favorite take out and ice cream flavor he surprised you with.

gojo decided that even though he cant stop you from having rough days, he’ll do his absolute best to make you have amazing nights.

𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 *+:｡.｡

summary. gojo let you do it your way once, that was his mistake. | wc. 1.5k+

cw/ tw. fem!reader, angst (but not really), mentions divorce, somewhat yandere!gojo, ex-husband!gojo, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cheating (but not with gojo), reader's bf is an oc, reader and gojo are both a little unwell for each other, pet names (ex. baby, sweetheart), intended for 18+ readers

an. I don't know what it says about me that I have two aus where he's our ex-husband...heh. I hope you enjoy <3, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

Satoru doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses—the sharp arch of his brow the only indication he’s heard you at all.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. Has you grasping at straws to make something right that isn’t even wrong yet. Has any thought of this being an easy conversation shattered at your feet.

You clear your throat. “Yeah…he’s nice. You might even like him.” 

No, he wouldn’t—a little voice in the back of your head tells you because all of the unreadable parts of you are no longer connected to him but instead to a man you barely know, and that must infuriate him.

He doesn’t ask (not that you expect him to) when you find yourself rattling on about how you met Rin through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, that he’s a predictable lover with an ordinary life who wants kids—

Satoru seems to chew on that last bit of information like he’s suddenly tasted something unpleasant. He’s uttered all but three words, and so far, this entire conversation leaves you with a stomach ache.

“He really is a good person,” you add just because you have nothing else to say.

Then he smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

But if you weren’t so up in the air about bumping into your ex-husband after several months of silence—since he signed his name beside yours in front of your lawyer—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

You’re unsure if it’s too contingent to be considered a coincidence, but he starts showing up in odd places after that one-sided conversation in the parking lot.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

When the total pops up on the register, he doesn’t even blink.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

“You shouldn’t be buying me things,” you hiss afterward, slightly flustered by the whole ordeal. The city’s big, but you still worry about one of your friends or colleagues seeing you with Satoru—they may get the wrong idea. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Am I not allowed to be nice now that you have a boyfriend?”

“That’s not what I said,” you huff. “And you didn’t even buy yourself anything. How am I supposed to look at it?”

He shrugs. “I decided I didn’t want anything.”

The second time is while walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue, the one with a perfect view of the city and the bay—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here,” he tells you when you ask. “It’s up on the hill.”

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it a few times, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard, something you’d always wanted throughout your marriage. According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks: “You want to see it?”

There are a number of reasons why you shouldn’t say yes, why you should politely decline and finish your last lap along the trail and run to the grocery store afterward to pick up something for dinner and call Rin to let him hear about your day—

“Okay,” you say, hands on your hips. “But make it quick.”

He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners with something akin to affection. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth to remind him, again, that you’re not together, so he’s not allowed to use pet names, but a large hand on the small of your back to usher you towards the shiny, sleek SUV across the street leaves you with a mouth full of cotton.

He watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen to run your fingers over the granite countertops, he eyes you questioningly. “So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Satoru matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s good.”

You feel like you should ask why he bought a house this big in the first place, but there’s a pebble in your stomach if you think about family photos on the walls with him happy and smiling, his arm around a pretty wife who wears frilly aprons and kisses him on the cheek when he comes home. A future where you don’t exist, yet he’s letting you take a peak into it, anyway.

So you don’t say anything.

You meant to leave an hour ago, but he plied you with dinner—friends can have dinner together, can’t they?—which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, that he’s trying to—

(He presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.

He huffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a messy kiss there. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse, just shy of too rough, though your fingers in his hair pull him into you like you can’t get enough.)

That maybe this means he—

(Satoru bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. “Such a pretty wet pussy, fuck. Do you get this wet for him, too?”

“Shut up.”

He laughs because he hears what you don’t say: No, you’ve never been this turned on when it’s with Rin. He’s the only one to ever leave you wet and shaky just from a few words.)

It’s an insane thought, but it’s almost like Satoru—

(He holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into the slick seam of your cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see she can still take it.”)

No, he wouldn’t—

(He fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again, grinding you on his cock to touch places inside you that he’s only ever managed to reach. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave with all those silly thoughts in your head; thought you knew what you wanted, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.)

Except you know he would. 

And in a month, you’re packing away the fine china in your apartment, wondering how the few things you own will fill a house so large.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: gojo x f!reader

summary: inspired by this post by @gojoest and tags/addition by @kagelun. i have nothing to say for myself (sorry)

wc: 1.2k

cw: fluff, gojo being gojo & divider credits to @saradika!

a/n: wrote the outline for this fic in my 20mins break at work and finished it mostly on bus rides to and from work. felt like i needed that to be mentioned somewhere

"I hate when you do that," Gojo whined from his place on the bed, lying with his limbs spread out. He had a habit of making the queen sized bed look like a single whenever he was even partially horizontal on it.

"Do what?" you ask absentmindedly, in the middle of putting your clothes back on.

"That." 

"Toru we've been over this, I'm not moving in with you. Living with you would drive me actually insane."

You're facing away but you can feel his pout deepen. You hear the tell tale sounds of the bed squeaking and you know the menace you call your boyfriend, is making his way over to you with an impassioned defense. He might as well have flashcards with him and sometimes you wonder how if he wasn't a man-child with such ridiculous hills to die on, or the strongest sorcerer in this world, in an alternate universe he would've made a decent lawyer. 

"That's not what I was talking about but now that you've brought it up, I can think of at least 5 reasons why-" 

"Gojo," you turn to face him with a pointed stare. He withers under your gaze and your use of his formal name and you go back trying to get the clasps of your bra to get to stick to the intended hooks, instead of the one above or the one below. After a few moments of fiddling, you give up fighting a losing battle.

"Can you do my clasps?"

You look over your shoulder at Gojo, glance at your hands and look back at him expectantly. He shifts to stand behind you, fingers gentle and unsure as you feel them on your back. You let go of the straps in your hand and wait patiently. 

"This is what I meant, you know."

You tilt your head to the side a little and because over months Gojo has learned to read your little gestures like a book, he knows that despite your silence that's a sign for him to continue. Not that he ever needed one anyway.

"Why do you need to wear when you have all the support you need right here?"

Gojo cups your breasts with his large hands. You lightly smack his hands with yours but all that makes him do is give them a little squeeze. 

"Look at how much better I am at this! I can hold them exactly the way you want them to!" 

Like a child at a science fair demonstrating his beloved project, Gojo proceeds to squeeze your breasts closer together along with his words. You let out a sigh and a little shake of your head, and you decide to humour him to try and beat him at his game. 

"...plus my hands are so much warmer! And they're definitely more comfortable than some of these godawful ones." 

He glares dirtily at your open lingerie drawer. 

"That's not what you called them when I wore them for you last Friday."

"You're not playing fair," he mumbles into your neck. 

You give it some time, basking momentarily in the warmth of Gojo's body so close to yours, before you place your hands over the ones covering your breasts and kiss his fingertips. 

"Toru, I'm going to miss my bus, will you please do my clasps?" 

"Hai," he says in a drained monotone like a school child being asked to do something dreadfully boring. 

Satoru keeps his word this time and you hear the little click of the hooks attaching in place. Tugging your bra to make yourself comfortable, you turn around in his arms to place a sweet kiss on Gojo's lips, "Thank you baby."

Leaving him standing, you walk over to pick up your jumper and you quickly slip into it. While pulling up your jeans you noticed Gojo's attention had shifted and he was now inspecting the contents of your drawer. Picking up the straps of cloth and lace and trying to figure them out with the face of someone trying to solve a nuclear equation with utmost concentration.

You don't have to wait for long to know what he's thinking, you hardly do. Gojo never shies away from voicing his opinions. All of them, no matter how inane or inappropriate.

"You know, I think I'd be better at designing these."

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah! I mean you keep saying the wire hurts and…" you hear bits and pieces of what he says , his voice full of robust conviction while you finish getting ready. In the meantime, Gojo appears to have taken a serious interest in the construction of female lingerie. You didn't have the heart to explain the intricacies of women's fashion and how since ages, pain and discomfort was woven into the very fabric and principle. Not right now anyway, while you were already running late for a bus with a temperamental schedule and a history of not following it. You looked into the mirror for a last quick check to make sure everything was in place and you walked over to your boyfriend, still somewhat lost in thought. You took his face between your hands, squished him gently and kissed him after letting go.

"Bye baby, love you!"

As always Gojo's lips stay on yours for a little longer, even after you pull away. Ending kisses is not something Gojo excels at, especially not when they're with you. He pulls away reluctantly and with that, you're gone. The door behind you shuts with a little click and Gojo's left to his own devices for the day.

Later that night you're cuddled in bed with him, his limbs wrapped around you like a blanket, the only way he knows how. Gojo's voice pipes up in the dark, "You know, I think I've figured out how to make it work."

"Hm?"

"How to make the bras work without hurting. I even came up with designs, I think you'd like them." 

There's silence, but he knows you're awake and you're listening. He knows the rhythm of the way your chest rises and falls when you're asleep in his arms.

"I even came up with the name of the company."

You shuffle a little in his hold to turn to face him. Even when lying down, his face is a whole head above yours.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Gojo's secret."

It takes a while for it to sink in and then your laughter rings out in the dead of the night. A genuine, hearty outburst at his very earnest response. It gets you an offended, "Hey! It's a good name! I mean I might run into copyright issues but I…" and Gojo pulls you closer to him in efforts to get you to listen to him seriously but you don't hear the rest of it very clearly over the sound of your own laugh. With every next word that comes out of his mouth you collapse into a fresh fit of giggles and Gojo complains that you're not listening to his flawless 7-step-plan to take over the whole industry that he spent all day thinking up. Pouty that you're not taking him seriously, despite the fact that you almost never do, Gojo untangles you (gently) from his grasp and turns around to face the other way. 

" 'm not talking to you."

You're used to his antics by now so you turn to spoon him, throwing your leg over his with abandon and slipping your hand over his chest. You hear a little "hmph" uttered under his breath without any real malice but all it does is make you squeeze him a little tighter (lovingly).

"Goodnight Toru, love you."

You press a kiss to his shoulder and shuffle in closer to him to make yourself comfortable to go to sleep. The next morning when you wake up, and you wake up earlier than Gojo does, you realize the two of you are in exactly the opposite position from when you went to bed. You're curled up against Gojo, back to his chest, and one of his hands has somehow made its way through the night to loosely cup your left breast in his large hand. 

dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

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