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Hi!! Could you do a scenario where Grimmjow has to handle/comfort his overworked S/O? I’m curious as to how he would react

Certified, he's the worst at these types of things.

Grimmjow finds it exceptionally irksome when he's around and you lack the energy to keep up with him. Why does he even bother visiting you anyway?

"Hey, stop being pathetic, get up," he says, poking your head.

This deep into your relationship with him, you understand there's no malice in his words. He's not intentionally mean; it's just his way of talking. Yet, you're too fatigued to pay him any mind.

"Go away. I'm exhausted," you say, snuggling further into the pillows of your bed.

A brief silence ensues.

"Why?"

This makes you peek at him. He wears that silly expression with furrowed brows, a mid-annoyance look reflecting his own struggle to comprehend something. It's cute enough to draw a tiny smile to your face.

"One of my coworkers quit last week, and all of her work has fallen on me, which wouldn't be a problem if my paycheck increased accordingly, but no! Haha, God forbid we get paid fairly for what we do," you blurt.

Your head throbs, announcing a migraine. You know Grimmjow doesn't grasp these human matters, and that somehow makes it worse.

"Withdrawing's for cowards," he states.

Or maybe he does understand?

"Do I kill them?"

Never mind. At least he asked. You sigh.

"No. Look, I like spending time with you, but right now isn't the best moment for me. I'm so overworked I could cry, and it would mean a lot if you didn’t kill or destroy anything for the night.”

You don’t have the heart to kick him out. Hueco Mundo is, after all, much worse than unpaid extra hours. You just hope he doesn’t take your tiredness in a bad way.

On his part, Grimmjow just looks at you like there’s no remedy in this world to cure your feebleness. However, whenever he sees you in a similar state of mind, he can’t help but feel an uneasiness twisting inside his guts, as if his stomach was making a knot.

When you catch him at his lowest moments, when he’s willing to allow you a glimpse of them, you always provide soft things that bring a close sensation of existing free from distress. It would be fair if he reciprocated it now.

A tiny gap leaves your mouth upon sensing his weight over the bed, and then his body over your own, not in a looming, predatory form for once. He just lies on top of you, close enough to feel the tip of his nose brushing your nape, far enough not to crush you under him.

Oh, lord, you want to kick him, but just then, you hear it: a soft vibrating sound that comes and goes steadily, like a purr. The same sound he made a couple of months ago while you played with his hair. You said it was relaxing, that you liked it.

A warm feeling washes over you. You scoot closer to him, and he lets you, his arm now keeping you tucked at his side. The purr intensifies. It lulls you to sleep. When the alarm clock rings the next morning, Grimmjow is no longer there, but the warm feeling remains.

No, but imagine cock warming Grimmjow while he purrs into the crock of your neck, too ashamed to move an inch, too cocky to admit how good it feels, and too disturbed by the intense need to chase the best part of this very human deed.

I have not drawn Kuro for 4 years and the Servamp brainrot has come back to me ohhhhhhhhh,,, I haven't caught up to the manga in years too

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after all these years...finally...A SERVAMP WRITER!

I'm not sure if you still write for it though but if so can i have Kuro and Tsubaki (separate) with a shapeshifter reader who sometimes shapeshift to a cat to cuddle them when they turn to their animal form in the morning?

It's been a while since I've posted anything! Hope you like it^^ I'm sorry if it's kinda short

Kuro is surprised when you first shapeshift into a cat to cuddle him - he usually is the one who does this, so he's a little embarassed when you imitate him. He is the one who is supposed to use his cute little appearance as a cat to bewitch you, not the other way round. Despite being a bit frustrated, he really likes it though, it's just unexpected. What he really found unexpected and new was the sensation of feeling's someone's warmth in the morning, not being left alone - he doesn't know how to express how he feels the same way, so he just appears to be almost bothered by you waking him up or jokes about it. He isn't going to show that he appreciates it at all. It will take him some time to get used to it - he is even scared to use his cat form, thinking it would mean catching your attention more, and goes as far as avoiding shapeshifting as much as he can. Mahiru thinks it's silly of him to act this way when you were just trying to be nice to him. Kuro wonders why in the first place you'd even be trying to please him, but can't manage to find an answer so he ends up going with flow. He can transform into a cat and so do you, so why isn't he acting the same way towards you? As soon as he is feeling a little mischievous, you will be the one waking up while being cuddled by a cute little cat who won't stop meowing unless you start cuddling him too. Mahiru now has to deal with two cats being silly in his house.

Tsubaki is incredibly when he wakes up hugging a cat. He didn't remember having a cat at all. When he realizes it's not an average cat but it's you, he bursts out laughing. It's not the craziest thing he has ever done or witnessed so he doesn't have much to say regarding you shapeshifting. He can shapeshift into a fox so you are even. Whenever you turn into a cat he finds it overly amusing - even in front of his subclasses he can't help but laugh loudly - and if he is feeling particularly in the mood he may decide to turn into a fox too, so you can play and bother his subclasses together. Though, what he grows into loving the most are those mornings when he wakes up just to find you embracing him despite how small as a cat you are compared to him. Those are the moments he feels desired and loved, not just an unknown sibling with abandonment issues and without a place to go. It's just a small sign of affection, but to him everything matters the world.

N/SFW ALPHABET | ichigo k. | renji a. | kisuke u. | kenpachi z. | grimmjow j. | sosuke a. |

contents ❥ reader is fem/afab! fluff, smut, panty stealer!renji (he’s a simp ngl), masturbation, kisuke’s part is so unhinged— mentions of a bunch of kinks 😭, exhibitionism (grimmjow’s part), a bit of possessiveness from our baes, overstimulation (aizen and kenpachi’s parts), unprotected sex, mentions of creampie(s) in kenny’s part.

soleil's sticky note ❥ uhhh i’ve literally been out of ideas to write for like days so my bestie from uni who is also a tumblr fiend (thank you bri if u see this) made me do this 🤭 i haven’t gotten any requests so far so if you have one, don’t hesitate to send an ask! if saw me accidentally post this no u didn't

ICHIGO K. | AFTERCARE . . . the post sex haze makes him fall even more in love with you— your messed up makeup, sweaty body, the soft pants escaping your lips, and those eyes that look at him with pure adoration. he can’t help but lean down, pressing his lips onto yours to savor your kiss one more time.

it’s moments like this that not only makes his heart fill with lust, but also with a burning love that can’t ever be extinguished.

“are you okay?” ichigo whispers softly, not wanting to startle you as he pulls away. he treats you with so much care, like you’re his precious jewel.

“you did great f’me, baby. i love you, i really do.”

— ichigo is amazing at aftercare. the first time the two of you had sex together, he was a bit clueless and timid— not wanting to accidentally make you uncomfortable or worse, end up hurting you in the process— but he’s not dumb enough to leave you in bed to take care of yourself.

— he knows with his stamina and how he damn near loses his sanity when he’s inside of you, you must be tired, exhausted even. before you know it, ichigo already has a bottle of water and a clean towel to help clean you up. even if it’s late at night and you’re having a craving for a snack? best believe he’ll throw on a hoodie and make a quick run to the connivence store.

— and the cuddlesss! ichigo isn’t the best at showing his feelings and being all touchy, but once he gets comfortable?? he’s all over you. in private, of course. not only do you love his touch and warmth, he also loves wrapping his arms around you. when you cuddle into his neck, it makes his heart melt— seeing how comfortable you are to trust him and let him protect you with just a subtle move.

RENJI A. | JACK OFF/DIRTY SECRET . . . renji cant help but feel like he’s definitely going to hell for this. it’s wrong— you’re his “best friend”, but that doesn’t stop him from sneaking into your room and “accidentally” taking your panties. in his defense. . . they were out in the open! he tried to put them in your closet and somehow managed to find their way into his pocket — okay fine, he doesn’t have an excuse.

his captain would definitely lose every single ounce of respect he had for renji if he ever caught him doing this, but fuck, he tried! renji can’t help it when he unravels his uniform, his boxers pooling down his legs as he takes out his cock. your pretty pink panties are grasped by his shaky hands— desperate and hesitant.

this is really fucked up, he thinks. yet he still brings the fabric close to his nose, inhaling your scent. “fuckkkk…” he breathes out, entranced. you smell like heaven. your natural scent overtakes his nose completely, getting him high and horny. his cock seems to have the same reaction as it stands up high, the tip red and already leaking out precum.

renji abarai. one of the strongest lieutenants out there, reduced to nothing but a horny teenager just because of some panties. he’s anything but a submissive kind of guy…but for you? he’d be on his hands and knees for you 24/7 if you asked. renji almost groans at the thought of it. what’s wrong with him?

. . . he can never ever tell you about this. ever.

KISUKE U. | KINKS . . . before you can even put down your things, kisuke immediately approaches you with a silly look covered by his fan, but his eyes say it all. it’s a look you know very well. he’s up to something idiotic and you’re involved. again.

“no.” you deadpan, setting down your purse.

“haaaah?? i didnt even say anything yet!”

“whatever it is, i don’t want to know!” and as always, like the baby he is, he starts pouting, huffing about how “you’re so mean” and “you never hear me out first!”. the last time you “heard” him out, he had a weird sex toy shaped like a tentacle ready to penetrate you. weirdly enough, it was a good experience that you’d rather not think about. you love kisuke, but his ideas and inventions. . . are unique. pretty on brand considering the pervert he is.

— kisuke is the kinkiest bleach character (ofc my girl lisa is up there too!!) and i will literally die on that hill.

— if you’re with him, you’re definitely gonna have a wild ride. he’s all about consent, but if you even mention wanting to try out new things. . . he is ready! new sex positions, kinks, roleplays, toys, you name it! he’s into a bunch of stuff: feet, maid/master roleplays, watersports i’m so sorry, bdsm, cuckholding (he’d probably beg yoruichi to have sex w you while he watches), scent/sweat kink, mommy kink, etc. . . + he’s a switch. when i say that man is a freak, i am not exaggerating.

— not only that, he’s very educated when it comes to sex. kisuke will make sure that not only you’re also educated, but safe and comfortable too. he won’t suggest anything that’ll hurt you or come close to something you don’t like. he’s pervy, but considerate!

KENPACHI Z. | STAMINA. . . how long has it been since you found yourself tangled in kenpachi’s sheets once again? when he pinned you down to his bed and took you as you begged for more? as you pleaded that you can take it with no complaints? hell, how long has it been since the last round? you try to rack your brain for answers— but it’s futile once you feel the tip of kenpachi’s cock prod against your wet cunt again.

he’s already filled you with his cum plenty of times, your thighs wet and sticky from the previous. . . 4? 5? 6 rounds? you cant remember.

you can remember how stupid you are to think that kenpachi is one to stop after just one round. he’s not satisfied when you’ve only orgasmed once. each time you reach that high, he eggs you on for “just one more”.

all you can focus on now is his hand wrapping around yours as he kisses your neck, his way of comforting you as he tells you to,

“take it well f’me, will ya? just like you said.” his muffled but gruff voice fills your ears as his thumb presses gently against your throat. your breath hitches, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. he could— with his brute strength from countless of years of fights and battles— but you? he would never hurt you.

because you’re not an enemy. you’re his everything. and his everything deserves every single ounce of pleasure he can give until he can’t anymore (which won’t happen for a while. . .)

GRIMMJOW J. | RISK . . . he knows he should pull out. he knows that when, not if, when one of his subordinates walk in— they’ll see your body pressed onto the wall, legs wrapped around his torso, grimmjow himself caging you in as he pounds into your wet pussy. but honestly? he really couldn’t give a fuck. tosen, or worse— aizen, could walk in and it wouldn’t stop his relentless thrusts one bit.

you try to stifle your moans, not wanting to be caught. at this point, the damage has been done. . . but it doesn’t hurt to try and make this situation somewhat better. a deep scowl appears as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them harshly.

“let ‘em fucking hear ya.” he grits out. “they can watch and hear for all i care. but don’t ya dare stop screaming out my name. let ‘em know who makes you feel this good.”

— a menace. truly, a menace. grimmjow doesn’t mind being risky when it comes to sex, as long as you’re fine with it. he may have a brash personality, but he’s not a complete asshole when it comes to you. if you want to experiment more with your sex life, he’s on board too. he’s not super kinky, but he’s not super vanilla either. whatever it is, just tell him and he’ll probably say yes, as long as it’s not extreme.

— to grimmjow though, when he thinks of risk, his first thought is public sex. somewhere where it’s not easy to be seen, yet not hidden away either. sneaking you off to have a quickie in a dark closet or corner around las noches is his thing. that risk of getting caught by somebody fills him with this spark he can’t explain— and if he was to get caught while having sex with you, well. . . he won’t mind putting on a show to make things clear.

— he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who’ll ever get you like this. the only one who gets privilege to suck and fuck your pussy, the only one who’ll get to see your pretty fucked out look every single day. they can watch, but they’ll never get the fucking chance to touch you.

SOSUKE A. | UNFAIR . . . brown eyes filled with mischief look down at you as you writhe in pleasure pain, chuckling at your pathetic moans and whines. he doesn’t feel the slightest amount of pity while seeing the state you’re in, tied up and subjected to pure overstimulation. it’s your fault, after all.

honestly, you can’t tell if this actually real— there’s no way. your senses are so heightened that the mere feel of the sheets below you make you tremble. his fingers manage to break you down over and over again until you cry out for mercy. kyoka suigetsu is a bitch, huh?

as if he’s already read your thoughts, a smile graces his lips, but it doesn’t bring you any sense of comfort like it should.

“have you been under the illusion that i’ve been using kyōka suigetsu? i’m offended, my love.”

“a-aizen-sama, p-please!” you cry out. “i’m sorry!“

aizen’s fingers push deeper and deeper into your cunt, his digits completely soaked with your sweet nectar. no matter how much you squirm and cry, he knows you don’t want him to stop. like always, you’ll obey his orders. . . you’ll cum when he lets you.

“shhhh no, darling. no more of that begging. i guess i’ll have to punish you for that too, hm?”

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If it were a Soul Reaper who fell for Askin's poison ball trick I'd be a little disappointed in them-- just dodge it, you guys! But Grimmjow 1) does not have a mommy, he was formed out of a gestalt consciousness of hundreds of hollows before forming an independent personality, and 2) is a cat, smacking a ball away out of spite is what they do.

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Kirara !!!

krr

ride me? if you can 18+

Thinking about the biggest, beefiest men who agree to let you ride them, but then proceed to act like absolute dicks.

You sit down on him slowly, and he lets you get comfortable for a moment, watching your movements- up and down, staring at the creamy ring on his cock, where he's entering you.

He has to admit, it feels good, having you do the work, using your cute body to pleasure him. So he lies back and enjoys it, eyeing up your gorgeous bouncing tits like some kind of predator.

You lean down, pressing your chest to his, going in for a kiss, but he pushes you away.

"Up" he snaps, pushing on your shoulder suddenly so you're sitting up straight on him again.

You huff a little- you only wanted a kiss. But you keep going, loving the delicious spread of his cock and that fat tip pressing right where you need him.

That sweet, deep ache feels so good that you just want to take him all the way back and sit right there, with him buried inside. So you slow down accidentally, getting distracted.

That's when you feel a harsh slap-

"Ow! Oh- what?"

"Who said you could slow down?"

"D-didn't mean t-" smack!

"Keep moving that ass then."

He watches you struggle with the weight of his slaps, how your thighs are starting to quiver.

"What are you doing?"

"J-just wait- wait- hhnn-"

But it's too late. His patience has worn thin and your hips are already in his massive hands.

"If you can't ride me, let me give you a hand-"

He lifts you up and slams you down with force. There's no doubt it feels better this way, but you wanted to have a little more time to have your fun. Too bad he's so impatient.

"Can't believe that's all you got- fuck, baby needs some practice-"

His beefy hands let go of your body, now he's giving you a little smile.

"Gonna have to teach you a lesson, hm?"

Now his hips get involved.

"Fu-fuck!!"

That's how you need it. You were loving doing it yourself, the spread and depth all feel the same, and it feels so sensual at your pace- but when he does it... there's amazing power behind those thrusts that leave you breathless. It feels unfair- his thighs are twice the size of yours, and he has all those muscles in his stomach to move his hips like that- so strong and hard, even with you sitting on top.

"That better?"

He notices your body getting a bit weak and floppy as you accept those hard pumps of his cock.

"Ye-yea ssso good"

"Never letting you fuck about like that again- ugh, such a useless little girl, making daddy do all the work..."

He's getting rough now, his hips smacking into you so hard you're struggling to stay upright.

"T-too hard- wa-it!!!"

You swear you're gonna lose your balance any second, like you're on some crazy bucking bronco that wants you off.

"Nah, you can take it, try and stay on that dick hm?"

He doesn't help to steady you at all, despite your pleas, just continues with his harsh movements till he fucks his cum inside you with a grunt.

"That's it," he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed, "never letting you on top again, you silly girl. Now, do you want daddy to fuck you properly?"

toji FUSHIGURO, kento NANAMI (if u pissed him off or asked him to be mean) ryomen SUKUNA, grimmjow JAEGERJAQUEZ (bc he's impatient af) kenpachi ZARAKI + any other beefy guys w an attitude

thinking...

get voided idiot

✎ gift

- gojo satoru x reader

what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

genre: teeth-rotting fluff and comfort because no—i can't make his birthday angsty ok

note: so this is my entry for the birthday boy <3 this takes place immediately after daddy-to-be, where the first years are still yuta, maki, panda and toge

a part of gojo's love entries

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Honestly? Satoru wondered about it a lot these days.

He already has everything he wanted—unparalleled cursed technique, a fairly happy life, a pretty wife, and just recently, a kid on the way.

But his birthday was in a week and it was as clear as a day that you were planning something for him.

“Come on, you can't fool me, sweets.”

He noticed that you had started waking up earlier than usual. Initially, he thought it was due to your morning sickness, but it turned out you were sneaking away to another room for an hour or two and only came out when it was around breakfast time.

Did you really think he wouldn't catch on? Satoru found himself torn between concern and amusement. He didn't want you to strain yourself—especially after your recent fainting spells—and yet a part of him was over the moon by the fact that you did it for him.

His eyes crinkled, twinkling with affection. “You're planning something for my birthday in the mornings lately. That's sweet, but you don't have to, really.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure that it's for your birthday? I never said anything."

"Well, what else could it be? Unless you're cheating on me at six in the morning—"

"I have your spawn inside me, Gojo Satoru—"

"Don't call it ‘spawn’!" Satoru interjected with a theatrical gasp. "It's our very own little munchkin! Our love! Love!"

This was so ridiculous and you couldn't help yourself from giggling. And seeing you like that softened something inside him.

"Really, don't push yourself too hard," he said with a pout, resigned. "You need lots and lots of sleep."

"I'm not a baby, Satoru."

"Half of you is, so it makes you one!"

He was dramatic, but it was his own way to care because your husband was just wired that way.

You sighed, relenting. “Okay, okay… I know my limits. I will stop when I don't feel well, yeah? Besides, I won't have time to do it except in the mornings because I still have classes to teach.” It seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with your answer so you added, “Just so you know, it's something I enjoy too.”

"Hmph," Satoru huffed, eyeing you petulantly. "It'd better be good, or I'll spank you."

If it were physically possible for your eyes to roll a full 360 degrees into the back of your head and back, they definitely would have. "Oh, you will adore it, I promise."

Well, it wasn't a part of the plan, but now that he had asked for it, you'd definitely add a twist in his gift...

Satoru connected the dots instantly when he saw yarn and needles—what else were you doing aside from knitting?

His sweet wife, who woke up early just to make a handmade gift for his birthday—ahh, his heart could've burst. It was so cute and so you, the warmhearted being that you were.

He would go back early today, he decided, as he strolled the halls of the Jujutsu High with a cheerful tune. You were certainly waiting back at home and he would shower you with love and praise just for your efforts alone these past few days.

And so, he would have never expected that when he received a call from Nanami that afternoon, his world would utterly shatter in the most terrifying way.

“Gojo-san, please, you must come back.” Nanami was always steadfast even in the direst situations. And yet, now he was breathing hard, and panicking. “Something happened. You must go back to your residence—”

In that moment all he could think of was you and his baby. His entire world. Were you hurt?

He didn’t dwell on it—or rather, he couldn’t. His fingers went to rip his blindfold off as a sense of exponential dread creeped in and threatened to engulf him whole—a very, very strange, unfamiliar feeling to him—and he teleported back to his haven in a blink of an eye.

He had been ready to unleash hell, to see you lying on your own pool of blood, or anything. No, that was something he could never be ready for, but he would somehow make it right—

“Ooh, there he is!”

“Already?!”

“Nevermind—”

—and suddenly, he was swept into a whirlwind of confusion and commotion.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJO-SENSEI!”

Today is December 7.

It took a while for Satoru to discern everything, with his pulsating heartbeats and the rush of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes darted from each and every face who were suddenly in his house, searching for yours—

“Satoru!” you greeted him from behind Nanami, radiantly beaming, and only then could he finally breathe. You are safe—you’re well—

You had meant for it as a joke, a little payback for all the grievances he had caused you—and let’s not forget, Nanami—but you immediately regretted it when you had a look over the absolute terror in his heavenly blue eyes that you loved so much.

You had seen this once, before, when he proposed to you.

“Satoru.” You waltzed towards him, gently cradling his stunned face in your hands. “Hey,” you coaxed him with an apologetic smile, reassuring him of your presence.

Satoru looked at you squarely in the eyes, and as he fully took in the sight of you, he let out a shuddering breath and pulled you close with a firm arm around your waist and and the other around your back.

“You evil woman,” he murmured in your ears, and you could feel the slight tremble of his body and the way his heart was still thumping wildly inside his sturdy chest, which made you feel even more sorry.

“Whoa, that got you good, huh?” Panda remarked with a bemused grin.

“As expected,” Megumi snorted.

“Salmon! Salmon!”

“Ehh, that’s actually sweet…” Maki noted thoughtfully. “I would have never expected him to drop everything that fast just to go back here only after a suspicious phone call—”

“Of course he would!” Yuta rebuked with pride. “It’s his wife after all! And Nanami-san truly did a really convincing job at it!”

Nanami. Satoru casted a stern glare toward his junior, while the man in question awkwardly coughed. How did you even involve him in this?

Nah, he would deal with him later.

Despite the scare that got him good, your little plan commenced as it should. The closest of his friends and students were there to throw him this silly birthday party, as well as shower him with a plethora of gifts.

You had managed to round up his students to write birthday wishes for him in a scrap book filled with various photographs throughout the past year. This is sweet, he thought.

And one note tugged at his heartstrings the most:

Thank you, sensei, for everything — Yuta.

If anything he did ever made an impact on those young sorcerers, then Satoru was wholeheartedly glad. He wanted them to grow and made their own path in this unforgiving world, and their gratitude stirred a profound sense of relief within him.

“Here.” He was genuinely surprised when Megumi abruptly pushed a long, thin box toward him next, shyly averting his gaze. “Happy birthday.”

A fountain pen. It must have costed him some. It was strange, but Satoru felt oddly emotional.

“Aw! Megumiii~!”

The kid was barely six when he first approached him. He was prickly and sour and definitely wasn't welcoming. And then, he had matured right before his eyes. Satoru couldn’t help ruffling his hair vigorously and snickered, disregarding the scowl directed his way.

Nanami extended his well-wishes, and even though he still had a score to settle with him later, he was happy to have him here. Shoko couldn’t come but she left you with a recorded message.

“Happy birthday, Gojo, idiot,” Shoko was grinning in the video you played. “I'm sorry I can't be there, but my wish is for you to tone down your antics. We could all use a bit less of that.”

The two remaining reminders of the bluest spring in his life. Something pricked his heart at the stark reminder that they were not whole—and if only that someone was here, they would—but the fact that these two thought of him was enough.

And now, at last, it was time for your gift. Satoru thought he knew what it was, but as he carefully opened the ivory box, a profound sense of warmth still washed over him.

Mittens, with the color of freshly fallen snow, lay in the box—two pairs in total. One was remarkably tiny, seemingly tailored for a baby, while the other was notably larger, undoubtedly meant for him.

You. Him. The baby. By this time next year, there would be three of you. The happy picture of all of you together in near future was a gift in and of itself. You two were his everything.

Satoru went by his instincts and grasped your arm, kissing you ardently, beaming with the broadest grin. He paid no heed to the squeals and disapproving glances from everyone around, as he felt entitled to do so—declaring his love boldly so you would know… that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

That he was grateful for you in this otherwise dreary life.

And that if there were any other lives he might live after this ended... then he wanted the heavens to bring you back to his arms once again.

Epilogue

“So you really did call Nanami at six in the morning.”

Later that night, just before bed, your husband was still holding a grudge on you for frightening him back in the day, evident by the permanent purse of his lips.

You shrugged, buttoning the last button of your sleepwear. “I did… but it’s for greater purpose, so… yeah.”

“I can’t stand this. I’m suing you for collateral damage.”

You almost laughed. “Pffft—what? What damage—”

“My fragile heart! You can’t do that to me and expect I won’t charge you, hmph!”

“Well…” You noted with a meaningful smile. You couldn’t say you didn’t expect this, because Satoru always got pouty whenever he was irked in one way or another, and so in advance, you had actually been prepared for this.

You caught him off guard when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing his undercut. It was a nice change of pace, seeing the faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steadied you by your waist.

“…what if I say… I still have one present left for you?”

So, what did you get a man who already has everything for his birthday?

Your whole heart, of course.

And if you were in the mood for an additional surprise, a brand new pair of lacy lingerie you had under your pajamas might do the trick.

a cat and a lowercase cat

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Atau Rindo headcanons *ﾟ⁠+˖⁠♡

✧ author's note: it's my first time writing HCs and my first time writing after such a long time, apologies if it's a bit mehh.. (English isn't my mother tongue so apologies for any wrong wording and such,,,) however I hope you still enjoy reading this !! Also I'm in dire need of more Atau content,,,

✧ cw: fluff | (real real tiny) of suggestiveness | just short hcs of Atau himself + with s/o | just Atau being an overall sweetheart 🫶

☆ He would definitely be the type of person to just carry pet food with him each time he goes out just in case he runs into strays or any other lucky animal (I just know he'd have at least a couple stashed inside the pockets of his apron). And he definitely feeds and pamper the animals in the 7th Division's garden.

☆ He loves all sorts of animals; all of them tbh if not nearly all of them. And they love him too, he's an animal magnet. (Have you seen how he's just completely surrounded by all those animals in that one panel 😭 boy's having the time of his life). He especially has a special affinity with birds, they're always just hanging about on his shoulder, hand and hair almost all the time.

☆ Might even get a bit silly with it and just smother himself in birdseed just to get completed engulfed by them lmao

☆ He's an absolute nerd about animals I'm sure. Probably has an entire collection of encyclopaedias of em in his room. Can probably at least name god knows how many species of each animal. (kid me would be friends with him for sure).

☆ His phone wallpaper, lockscreen, phone case, phone charm are animal themed. He's a silly but unhinged fan of animals in a sane way ??

☆ He would definitely !!! buy matching animal themed items for his s/o !!! Matching whale plush? Matching frog mugs? Matching cat coasters? Even the littlest of things,,, if it's cute and comes in matching pairs? Oh.. he's easily sold. Actually scratch that you'd have to restrain him a little from buying so many animal themed stuff, he just can't help himself.

☆ The type to take his s/o out on dates to aquariums, animal themed cafés, petting zoos, etc. Maybe even paint bird feeders together for the birds in the 7th Division's garden !!

☆ He's a polite lil fella. An absolute sweetheart. Would be the type to call his s/o all sorts of words of endearment. Is the type to kiss the back of his s/o's palm. Heck, he'd kiss away at his s/o's every part. Forehead? Nose? Neck? Shoulders? Every part honestly. He just wants his beloved to feel loved and cherished in every part.

☆ He'd get a bit bold to softly bite or nip at your skin out of playfulness or out of affection. He loves your little jolts whenever he bites or nips at you a little too hard ;>

Giselle did nothing wrong.

soft gojo meeting his newborn hc, pleaaasee??

｡.*｡☆ﾟ 🕰️ 11.10 p.m

soft dad!gojo drove me to have another baby fever for the ntn time. you just have to put this idea in my head don’t you dear anon, and right after i stumbled into the above pic in pinterest too🤧

a part of gojo's love entries

the thing was so tiny, precious and squishy. it fit right in his hands, so red and fragile, almost like a toy—

only it was not. it was a real, living baby. his son, partly made by his own flesh and blood—his to protect.

“hello to you, my little minion,” satoru whispered to his newborn, wonderstruck by the sight of this small but clearly alive being. his eyes glazed, his fingers delicately tracing the baby's face, body, and tiny feet. “i’m your dad, yeah?”

his own soft voice sounded foreign to him. but at this moment, as he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of little human that just came out of you, his beloved wife, he couldn’t care less.

he had always imagined how his brat would look like. he even joked with you about how he’d get his good looks—and heck, the gods did hear him and this baby in his arms was the most handsome baby he had ever seen, blessed with his white hair and softest skin, as well as the rosiest cheeks.

his only dismay was that he also inherited the bluest of eyes, the curse in his family line.

well, but that’s a problem for another day.

he settled his newborn into the hospital's nursery crib, and nudged his pudgy cheeks once again. not even half a day had passed since he was born, and gojo satoru had developed a severe cuteness aggression for his son. he swore he’d spoil him rotten, shower him love he never truly experienced from his own parents, and of course, keep him safe.

with his heart full, he left the baby as he slept, and went back to your room.

in the very same predicament as your baby, you were still fast asleep. you were visibly exhausted, your hair was a tangled mess, and there was a line of dried blood along your lips—caused by accidentally biting them too hard earlier, during your labor pains.

even in the state of disarray, satoru still thought you looked ethereal, too good for him.

he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing them, and he regretted it when your face scrunched up and your eyes fluttered open. “…hmm? satoru?”

“hey, sweets. how are you feeling?”

“i still feel like being split into two… but yeah, i’ll manage.”

“shush, of course. you feel that way often, each time when i—”

“don’t,” you warned, glaring at him. “i just birthed your heir, gojo satoru. don’t even start.”

satoru burst into a laugh so hearty and he realized he truly loved this dynamics with you. and that he was grateful for you.

he wanted to thank you for all that you had done for him. for returning his feelings. for marrying him. for going through that pain to bring his son to the world—

and most of all, for still being here. for staying alive to live another day with him.

“i saw him just now. our baby is perfect.”

“really? i want to meet him too…”

“soon, dear. when you’re a little better, i’ll take you to him.”

but he wasn’t the best with words. and so even if he were to pour his heart out, everything would be condensed into this one sentence.

you were excited at the prospect of meeting your baby, when suddenly satoru leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you so damn much… you know?”

Rindo Atau I barely know anything about you but you’re my baby

NSFW

Gojo talks to your pussy like it’s an actual cat. He coos, kissing your clit. “How’s my pretty kitty today? Ready for some lovin’?”

And boy does he give it some lovin’.

He’s an expert with his tongue, lapping at your folds and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves with a neediness you’d never expect the strongest sorcery to have.

He’s kind of obsessed with your pussy and making you cum. He’ll spend hours between your legs, his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and his tongue glued to your clit.

He’ll fist his needy cock, looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes. “Want you so bad, so fucking bad… gotta make you cum one more time… one more time…”

When he finally sinks his cock into you, your sheets are already drenched in your cum.

“Baby, you look tired. The night has only just begun, princess.”

He fucks into you so tenderly, you almost cry. Gojo loves you, that much is apparent in the self restraint he has when his hips meet yours. He always lets you adjust to his size before going faster, even if the two of you have had sex a hundred times.

“Fuck, so good for me princess… my perfect angel…”

He keeps a hand on your tummy, groaning into your ear. “Such a perfect princess… would be an amazing mama, wouldn’t you? Gonna fill you up, get you pregnant…”

He’s intent on breeding you, filling you with his seed and making sure you’re ready plump and happy with a cute baby bump.

When he cums, it’s almost too much. Your tummy feels so full, so warm. He’s likes to keep you plugged up with his cock while you two sleep, whispering words of praise and adoration while he rubs your tummy. “It’ll work this time, I just know it. Can’t wait to be a daddy…”

Dilf Toji fucks you nice and slow when you’re done putting Megumi down for bed. He wants to thank you for being so good to him and his son. As a single dad it gets hard so when you came into the picture offering your services it was hard to deny such a genuine offer. You’re so good to Megumi, gentle, kind and patient. Toji can’t help the growing bulge in his pants when he sees you being such a strong mother figure. He has to show you his gratitude. The best way he can do that is by having you in a mating press so he can fuck you nice and deep. 

“You like that?” his voice is a soft hum. 

You feel dizzy. His cock feels so deep. He’s stretching you out more than ever before. You call out his name in a soft whimper.

“Yeah? I’m right here doll don't worry I’m not going anywhere” he groans.

Toji’s obsessed with the way you look taking his cock. Your hole looks so perfect clenching, barely able to fit all of him. You look so full, Toji can’t help but imagine how full you would look with his cum drooling out of you. He has to see it. He’s determined to fuck you full of his cum. His cock plunges in and out of you creating a pattern. Your moans fall past your lips making a tune Toji never wants to forget. 

“That’s it, good girl, say my name” you sound so pretty to him. “Tell me who fucks you this good, say it , tell me no one can make you shake like this, no one can fill this pussy up the way i can”

He’s never felt himself lose control like this before. There’s something about you, something that leaves him desperate for more. He craves you, desires you every waking second. The way your lips part letting pleads and moans drip off your tongue has him losing his mind. He can’t get enough of you. He knows he should be quiet but the way your cunt feels squeezing him so tight he thinks he just might lose his mind. “That feel good baby? Yeah I know” he coos “I’m gonna fuck you so full” his pace is picking up speed. 

His mind is practically blank thinking of how he wants to fill you to the brim with his cum. No that’s not enough he needs to give you every last drop he has. 

“You need my cum don’t you” he’s desperate to hear you say it. He’s practically begging to hear you asking for his cum. Tell him how much you want his babies. He can make you a mommy. Don’t you want him to make you a mommy?

“Our baby is gonna be so beautiful” he whispers. He isn’t sure if you can hear him but he doesn’t mind as long as you’re still losing your mind calling out his name. 

“That’s right” he growls “Say my name while I fuck a baby into you”

His hand push your thighs further down so he can reach deeper. The way he drags his cock past you slick walls has you shaking. Your words come out slurred. 

“It’s too big” you whine as he goes deeper

“No no you can take it.” he bites he lips continuing his long deep strokes. He knows you can take it. Your eyes roll back when he begins grinding his hips into you. He knows he’s hit the spot he’s been searching for. 

“There she is” he chuckles. 

You can barely contain the moans now. Your body is shaking uncontrollably. 

“Please” you gasp “S-slow down, I’m gonna make a mess” you cry.

Toji loves the sound of that. He thrust pick up speed, fucking into you even harder. 

“That’s it, just like that, make a mess on my cock.”

He’s desperately chasing after his own orgasm. He wants to cum with you. His thrust are sloppy. He’s moaning your name pleading for you to cum for him. 

“Cum-fuck Now” he demands. 

You can’t help the juices the splatter against his abs as he fucks his load into you. The two of you are a moaning mess. You ramble incoherent words paired with his name. His eyes are glued on the sticky mess between the two of you. The squelching sounds of his cock fucking his cum back in fill the room. 

“What a pretty sight this is. I hope it’s a girl” he moans “She’ll have your eyes” 

You can barely give him a reply to focused on the way his cock is still plunging in and out. 

“It’s too much” you slur.

“No baby it’s not enough” he groans “I gotta make sure this tummy is full of my cum. One more just one more okay”

Toji has plans on fucking way more than just one more load into you. He has to fuck you full until he’s sure of it you’ll be the one carrying Megumi’s little sister.

𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙐 𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙊 🕊

bonus:

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ “You’re so wet for me” he says as he puts his hand between your thighs. You’re sitting on his lap, wearing nothing but your panties as he just finished stripping you down of everything else. You pant, feeling the arousal building from your stomach down to your pussy. He’s just teasing your clit with two digits, smirking as you whimper. “Please” you say before you put your hand over his. He utters a “tsk” while removing your hand. “Patience” he says almost in a whisper. He then removes your underwear and adjusts you above him so you’re legs opened, knees on each side of his thighs. He puts two fingers in your mouth which you deliciously lick and suck on. Your body is already moving on its own, feeling the urge in your swollen clit. You moan when he removes his fingers and place them back on your cunt. He shushes you and puts one inside your vagina. He smirks when you close your eyes and tilt your head back in pleasure. “Hmm you like that huh?” He says as he chuckles. He slowly goes deeper before inserting a second, then a third finger. You gasp at the third one and can’t help but keep grinding on them. Your hips move in the same direction as his hand, needing to feel more. You just can’t control your body or your thoughts anymore. “You’re so needy. Riding my hand like a desperate whore.” You can’t stop moving and even start going faster as the three fingers are completely deforming your hole. He stops abruptly and pins you down on your stomach. You moan loudly from the pain and the feeling of your pussy left empty. Your hand instinctively goes to your clit and you start rubbing in circles. “So pitiful. Let me fuck you properly.” He laughs at the view and starts undressing. You know this is just the beginning.

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Satoru, SUGURU, SUKUNA, TOJI, Ace, Mihawk, Byakuya, GRIMMJOW, Sasuke, EREN, Reiner ++ any of your favs

jealous cat

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. a flicker of a flame.

about. when satoru notices the flicker of cursed energy within your unborn child, he starts to feel the weight and nerves of becoming a father.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, expecting parents, reader is pregnant, hospitals, nerves about being parents, listen idk how gojo’s cursed technique works so here u go >:( canon verse, expecting father!gojo, fem!reader.

“i can see it…like…flickering inside of you.”

satoru carries an expression of intrigue, like a child who’s just discovered a new sensation.

you flip the page of your magazine, not bothering to spare your husband a glance while you instead choose to admire the many strollers and their offers that decorate the page. “don’t be weird, satoru.” you tap a perfectly manicured nail against the one you like most, leaning over to show the item to him.

“but it’s there… like actually there.” the sorcerer replies, keeping his voice low despite the loud ambience of the maternity ward’s waiting room. people crying, people celebrating, families already full of children gathering around to hear more exciting news. “i like that one. it’ll fit in the hallway too. do you want it in grey or in black?”your husband passes you a pen from the depths of your tote bag in his lap, letting you circle the stroller in the magazine so you know to come back to it.

this time, you do him the honours of looking up at him — a fresh glare settled on your glowing features. “satoru gojo please stop referring to our baby as an ‘it’.” you sigh in exhaustion, watching him slump in his seat because you know he hates it when you’re irritated with him. “i thought you were excited about having a baby girl. and the grey one, it goes with your eyes.”

that seems to perk him up enough, earning you a kiss to your cheek that has you smiling like a fool in the nurses office. “sorry, sorry…” satoru starts to coo warmly, a soft tone that’s usually reserved for you and his students. “it’s just that… every time i look at you, i see two vessels of cursed energy instead of one. there’s a flicker of a flame there, right where she would be. it’s blowing my mind.” he points to your bump, nestled away under the layer of his clothing since they’re the only thing that makes you feel comfortable right now.

you close your magazine slowly, fighting the flutter of your heart and the warmth that spreads through your body. you know that your husband is being cautious, overly observant and extremely over protective — being pregnant and having a baby in your line of work was dangerous. scary, even. but you knew that satoru wanted this with you, and you him. that he cared a little too hard or worried slightly too much because while he was the strongest, you’d become every target and every weakness to him.

you and your daughter.

an unborn child who may possibly have the powers of a god among men.

so, instead you tuck away the irritation that comes with your hormones and let your gaze slink over to the large man squished into the abnormally small seat of the waiting room — just to be by your side. “do you need me to explain how pregnancy works, satoru?” you quip and rest your head on your knuckles, just to make him laugh and ease up a little.

a wiry smile starts to tug at the corner of his soft, pink lips. “i’d rather you show me but i think we got the fun part nailed.” gojo’s face splits into a wide grin, making you roll your eyes. “we made her, yanno. she’s alive in there because you’re keeping her safe.”

“and you too, mister six eyes.” you tap his skull, brushing against pure white locks, as gojo leans over you affectionately — probably in demand for a kiss (which you give).

the receptionist calls your family name from the front desk — no doubt to call you in for your neonatal appointment. another set of scans to help confirm your little girl is nice and healthy before you tell the rest of your friends and family later today.

gojo wanted to hand out copies of your scans to everyone at dinner. show off.

but as you stand, satoru goes quiet, offering you his hand as aid. “do you think…do you want…” pressing his lips into a thin line, your husband mulls over his words whilst guiding you down the hall to the doctors office — nodding to the receptionist to thank her as you pass. “i hope she doesn’t have what i have. i wouldn’t wish this burden on anyone.” he looks you straight in the eye, blue eyes piercing your soul. you feel your baby move and kick, forcing you to wonder if she’ll have the same mind blowing eyes as her father. “i hope she’s like you. beautiful and strong and—“

“ours. she’ll be ours and the best parts of both of us. her daddy’s strength, bravery, good looks and her momma’s wits, pretty ‘get me what i want eyes’ and smarts too.” you laugh, bright and loud as you cut gojo off — turning to look at him with a happy smile. “if she turns out like that, the best parts of both of us she’ll be perfect. i’ll love her because you gave her to me, we can figure out the rest later.”

that seems to reassure satoru, who sags in relief by your side as he wraps an arm around you, his large palm splaying across your baby bump. “you’re right, you’re right,” he grins again, feeling her little feet mercilessly kick at his palm. “as long as she’s healthy, we’ll be fine. i love you.”

“we love you too.” you swoon a little too much.

satoru gojo will be a great father, you think, your baby girl is so lucky — she has the strongest daddy in the world and he loves her a little too much already.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

Breed me daddy Grimmjow.

Pause. "Gladly."

What you didn't expect, though, was for him to immediately pin- scratch that, mating press you into the floor with a small, yet lustful growl leaving the Sexta Espada and traveling straight into your ear. Before he could say another word, he would grab a tight hold of your pants and yank them off with your panties before lifting your shirt up to expose your bra-covered chest. Said bra not lasting long as he tore it clean off and tossed it to the piled of ruined clothing. "Heh... I love what I see here...~" Once he gave your nude figure a long gaze, he slid down his lower half of clothes to expose his hardened 12 inch cock, and didn't waste any further time in sliding his hung member into your folds.

"Tch...~" Already had he felt how tight you were around him, even if he hadn't moved a bit. But it didn't keep him from thrusting his shaft into you whilst his hands grazed up your sides; you could feel his nails dig a little into you out of desire as he slid his hold up to your wrists and pins them down to the floor with a firm grip. You were trapped in his hold, and it only made him more aroused as he slammed his cock into you through more rougher thrusts. "Fuck... you feel so tight around me...~" He growled into your ear with a grin across his face. It was a low growl at that, one that could send a shiver down anyone's spine. Not that you minded however, his rough, dominant demeanor turned you on.

Soon enough he was picking up speed once the moans were filling the entire room, as if it encouraged him to pound your tight, wet walls more. He wasn't stopping anytime soon, his cock moving in and out of you fast and his breath getting hotter with what felt like every pant, but most importantly how tense you felt his cock getting. His grip onto your wrists got tighter as he pushed his cock deeper into you, followed by precum slowly spilling out as he thrusted hard into your pussy a few more times...

"I'M CUMMING~!!" And one more hard thrust was all it took. Grimmjow gave out a loud, lustful moan as he thrusted into you as deep as he could, cumming hard (and so much at that) inside of you. Feeling his seeds fill your womb with every spew of cum that released from his shaft, and hearing his panting increase into your earlobe. He wasn't moving though, he was fine, just exasperated from the amount of energy he put into breeding you. With a deep breath he lifted his head up to view you eye to eye and gave out a simple;

"You're welcome."