THE RETURN OF THE KINGS ♡ GOJO SATORU featuring adoptive son!fushiguro megumi
gojo satoru x fem!reader
ingredients? after weeks upon weeks of worrying about your boyfriend and your adoptive son's whereabouts, they finally come home.
what’s it? fluff
allergen warning/s? n/a
sugar level? 1.2k
regulars? @tokyometronetwork
parlor’s note? sorry i'm more than a few days late. i was a little busy then felt sick.
anyways
DADDY'S HOMEEEEEEEE
bon appetit
"c'mon, gimme a hug megs." the white haired sorcerer grinned at his adoptive child of sorts, only for the young boy to grimace, clearly not fond of the idea. "why do i have to do that?"
"i'll teleport us inside the apartment." was gojo's reply. he flashed his son an innocent grin and bat of his eyelashes.
"why don't we just open the door?" he grumbled.
if he was being honest with himself, he'd know exactly why gojo wanted a hug. he was stuck in the prison realm - a place where time does not pass - for nineteen days; but nineteen days that felt like eternity.
gojo simply missed megumi.
of course he missed gojo too. underneath sukuna's influence, he was relieved to see that gojo was okay once he was unsealed.
but gojo didn't need to know that in such detail. he's sure that a teary eyed and wavering voiced "i'm glad you're back." would be louder than if he had a long winded speech on the subject. it'd also be louder than a hug on their apartment's doorstep.
"it's one in the morning. your mom's sleeping. we might wake her if we open the door." she needs some sleep. knowing her, she hasn't been able to get a lot of those since you and i stopped updating her and replying to her texts.
and he'd be correct. you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer. you didn't even know much about sorcery as per gojo. all you knew was that it was a dangerous job and there's a big chance of your boyfriend and your son not coming back to you. that's why you wanted them to update you whenever they could; just so you have that assurance that they're still alive, but it's been a long time since you had that. gojo hasn't been able to text you since he got sealed, and megumi when sukuna took over his body.
you've been worried sick. losing sleep wondering if you lost your two favorite boys in the world at the same time.
"fine." megumi sighed. when he put it that way, it was hard to turn him down.
he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around gojo's midsection and in a flash, the both of them were in the safety of the apartment's living room.
"go change, then get some sleep. you've been through a lot."
that was what gojo did as well, damn near tearing up when he saw your resting figure in front of his eyes. this time, he was not dreaming, he was not imagining better days with you; this time, you were actually there in the flesh.
he laid in bed with as minimal movement as possible as to not disturb you, hugged you close to his chest and drifted off to sleep after pressing a much needed kiss to your forehead and burying his face into your hair.
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you've had the best sleep of your life since satoru and megumi left for that mission in shibuya, though it may have something to do with your dream.
in this dream, it was like you had satoru in your arms, safe and sound. with how much you've been thinking about him and your son, you have had these dreams frequently, but there's something different about this one.
it's much more vivid. it was like you could smell him under your nose. the scent that's musky and sweet and clean; that scent that reminds you of home. you could feel him, the smoothness of his skin, the temperature of him, the feeling of his tight black shirt. you could hear his soft breathing, calm, deep, and utterly relaxed. and you could see him in crystal clear hd. every faint freckle and mole he had on his face, his exposed neck and collarbones. you remembered him like you've been staring at him unceasingly for the last year, like he never left, and you were to retain every single one of his features.
only he was there. your eyes widened when you realized that fact. it wasn't a dream.
"oh my god," you murmured, running a gentle hand through his messy, battle-tossee hair, making sure to not wake him, then his rosy cheeks, then his plump lips, as if you were making sure that he's actually there and you aren't hallucinating him.
and he is. my god, he is. you tenderly kissed his forehead before carefully slipping out of his arms. after all, you were missing two boys.
you opened the door, not bothering to close it since you'd be returning to the room in a few minutes. you just had to make sure than your two men were there.
you slowly turned the knob to megumi's room, your heart swelling in your chesy when you saw the black haired sorcerer laying on his bed, face without the tension that you've always been worried were glued to his features.
you padded over to him, doing the same thing as you did to satoru. brushing the hair from his face and kissing his forehead.
"get some sleep, megs."
when he recovers as best as he can from whatever horrors he has faced in the last month, you'll be sure to treat him and take him somewhere he wants to be -- like a museum or aquarium, if he wanted. and satoru too, of course.
satoru who had a pout on his lips right behind you.
you almost jumped a foot in the air in surprise, but you were able to recover quickly and throw yourself into his waiting arms.
his touch not leaving you, he dragged you out of your son's bedroom and into yours.
"why'd you leave me?" he crossed his arms on his chest and furrowed his eyebrows making you laugh.
you missed his clinginess, his shenanigans so much.
you cradled his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, you didn't leave an inch of space between you. a mere centimeter would be more accurate. "i'm sorry. wanted to check in on megumi too."
despite satoru's unaccepting hmph! he still leaned in to kiss you, pulling away a microscopic amount. "you could've just checked in on him later."
you pecked his lips again, keeping the same amount of distance as you did earlier; not a lot. "i wanted to check on him while you were still sleeping."
following the pattern established, he kissed you fleetingly again before speaking. "do i look like i'm asleep to you?"
surrendering, you laughed. it was music to satoru's ears, especially now he's gone so long without hearing it. "i guess you're right, i'm sorry."
satoru pulled you in tight so you were chest to chest, not even the thinnest piece of paper could get in between the two of you, yet for some reason, you and your boyfriend thought it was not close enough.
"you should be. i'm expecting a million kisses to even begin to make it up to me."
you smiled into his chest.
"however many you want."
satoru sighed contentedly.
"i missed you."
"i missed you too."
i get: reblog
you get: more DADDY'S HOMEEEEEE tiktoks
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Addicted to the idea of an ex!convict geto who is on the run. You married him young at the fresh age of 19 in Vegas, only for him to ‘abandon’ your marriage never to be seen again. Nearly 4 years have passed and you’re now a moderately prestigious singer at mafia!gojo’s club, the blue dragon.
audiences stack up on weekends until Satoru introduces you to an associate of his called Kento. He’s tall, handsome, and mature in ways you didn’t know you wanted or needed. After a few visits to the club, he asks you out for dinner. A relationship instantly clicked with the businessman that suddenly everyone knew you were his. Until a mysterious letter appears on your doorstep one day. Attached is a familiar pink ribbon and all black lighter.
“My men wouldn’t do that,” your now boyfriend shakes his head. “No one knows about him but me.”
“Ken, you’re the only one to know about him. No one knows about him except you and Satoru. So please, if this is a prank, tell me.”
“I’m quite offended you think I would casually play with the emotions of the woman I have invested all my time in.” He says, “I’ll go talk to Satoru if he knows anything, but it’s for the best if you cancel tonight’s show.” You pull away from the protective hold he has on your waist and hiss. “I won’t cancel a show. Tonight’s the premiere, a lot of Satoru’s clients have invested thousands in tonight’s event.”
“Cancel it,” your blond partner whispers, “I’ll pay the difference, stay the night at my-“ but your agitated nature makes you turn him down.
“I said no! I’ll continue the show, and you can’t say anything about it. It’s my career, kento. And you can’t decide when to sing for me.”
He should have known it had to do with your hyper independence, your need to still depend on your own income after depending on what Nanami considered a reaction of yours after your relationship with a cowardly no good for nothing scum bag who left his wife.
After his disappearance, search warrants for him went on the national level until his presence was declared inconclusive 3 weeks later. Months later, it was rumored he was found dead.
But no body was found.
Now in tonight’s stage, everyone is dressed in the 9’s, with kento leaning against a wall with crossed arms, looking over the audience as you sing prettily. That is until you see a dark figure, long black hair with a familiar silver wedding band on his fourth finger. What sets him apart is the drink on the table.
Suguru.
(wrote this part one and this part two as a result^)
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kinktober day 3: body worship!
MY WHOLE EXISTENCE IS FLAWED (YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD) ♡ GOJO SATORU
gojo satoru x fem!reader
ingredients? no plot. just gojo sucking tits.
what's it? smut
allergen warnings? established relationship, needy!gojo, gojo being obsessed with your tits, body worship
sugar level? 1.1k
regulars? @ventdavi154 @eussstasss @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub (send an ask if you wanna be a part/removed from the taglist)
parlor's note? the gojo brainrot is unbelievably strong.
bon appetit!
gojo is obsessed with your boobs.
satoru doesn't care whether you're not in the mood to fuck, so long as you give him the green light to suck your tits.
you're in your shared bed, watching your favorite movie when he walked into the room, shoulders uncharacteristically slumped and lips characteristically pouty.
he's had such a rough day -- getting chastised by yaga for being six minutes late to a meeting, ignored by nanami, and getting sassed by kugisaki and fushiguro. all he wants is some quality alone time with you to make it better.
you didn't notice it at first though, not when the movie's in its climax. instead, you're buzzing with excitement and leaning from side to side whenever satoru's figure blocks your view of the tv.
but it seems to be impossible to ignore him.
with the loud huff he always breathes out at times when your attention isn't on him, he plops right on top of you.
the warmth travels up as he scoots so his head would be on your chest where he buries his face. he can feel the heat you radiate through the thin, worn-out fabric of his your old shirt and it melts the stress off his shoulders. not entirely, though. he needs some more help from you for that.
thoughtlessly, you run a hand through his soft white hair. it's instinctual, just like the hum of acknowledgment you give him.
it doesn't seem to be enough for an ever insatiable satoru though.
"babyy," he whines, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling further.
much to his dismay, you only disinterestedly hum at him again.
if it was any other time, he probably would have kicked up a fuss about it. actually, he thinks, there wouldn't be a probably about it. he would have kicked up a fuss about it, after all, in his opinion, your attention and love should always be on your devoted, thoughtful, handsome boyfriend. that day of kicking up a fuss is not today though.
he's feeling way too needy for that, knowing it'd take way too long for you to pry your focus from the stupid movie and onto him.
so he just asks you for something instead.
"can i play with your tits, baby?" as dirty as the sentence is, he says it sweetly, reminiscent of a boy asking out a girl he's liked since forever to go on a date with him.
and your voice is just as soft when you answer in the affirmative, hand still in his hair, running your fingers through he snowy strands.
he starts off with grabbing them through he shirt, massaging them in his big hands. there's something he finds oddly relaxing in the action. he's able to turn his brain off for a while and simply let the part of him he always suppresses rise.
the part of him that always hungers for pleasure.
he gifts both of your already stiff nipples a chaste kiss through the shirt before pulling the fabric up and over your tits.
his eyes shine like diamonds when he gazes at your bare chest. no matter how many times he's already seen you naked, it's a sight he can never get sick of. he's moved his head a bit to the side now, longing to see your whole abdomen, to see and hear how your voice hitches at his ministrations or how you shakily inhale or exhale.
"pretty," he comments as he pinches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers. it's not for you though, he's thinking out loud, talking to himself.
when he's content with how hard it is, he moves on to your other tit. this time he gropes and squeezes at it. with all of his fingers except his index, he holds the bottom of your tit, keeping it in place as he rubs the nub with his pointer finger in circular motions.
you let out a content exhale as he does so, moving on to scratch at his scalp.
he shivers at the feeling, electricity running up and down his spine until it sparks in his brain.
it's almost too much to bear for him.
and so he does something about it.
he starts off by trailing wet kisses from your shoulder, to your collarbone, to the sides of your chest, all the while his hands caress your waist and tummy with a feather-like touch.
his movements are perfect. they make you squirm and slowly rub your thighs together, trying to satiate the slowly building ache between your legs. it's not enough to make you look away from the television though, just enough to make you moan his name softly, back arched off the mattress slightly.
you gasp when he puts his wet mouth on your tits.
the contrast of the coolness of the room and the warmth of his mouth is pleasurable. it makes everything he does feel so much better.
your brain short circuits when he sucks on your sensitive nipples, running his tongue up and down the tip until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, before sucking on it harshly again. it makes you moan louder now. his name leaves your lips like a prayer and he swears to never forget how you sound, to keep it ingrained in his brain for safe keeping, only to be used during long missions.
the sight of him moving from one breast to the other, the sight of the string of saliva that follows his mouth is unbelievably lewd. you can't bring yourself to look away from satoru now. the only thing that your mind processes is him. all of your senses are solely focused on him.
the way he smells, clean with a hint of after-shave, fresh out of the shower. the way the skin of his back feels under your fingertips, smooth, excluding the rough lines from past scars he's collected over time. the way he looks, utterly engrossed in the moment with his one track mind. the way he sounds as his mouth works over you, the tiniest moans slipping out of his glossy, spit covered lips. whether that's from the satisfaction he gets from pleasuring you or from the way his hips thrust against your legs, you are not sure, although knowing satoru, you think it's both. and you swear, you can taste him on your tongue.
satoru doesn't care whether you're not in the mood to fuck, so long as you give him the green light to suck your tits. both of the time though, if you do give him the green light, it ends with you giving in either way.
i get: reblog
you get: gojo satoru noodle stopper
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