yes, sir!

nymphomaniac — jjk characters

summary — jjk men with their nympho gf

warning — nsfw!, afab reader, nymphomaniac, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, begging, cursing, overstimulation, cunnilingus, bondage, subspace

satoru gojo 

gojo is lucky to have a partner who can keep up with his energy. each intimate moment lasts for hours, leaving both of you in a breathless, tangled mess. even after he thinks he’s exhausted, hair tousled and skin still flushed, you surprise him by straddling him with that playful gleam in your eye that leaves him half-amused, half-awestruck. he lets out a deep laugh as he watches you.  

“you’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?”. gojo’s already reaching for you, fingers finding their way to your hips, pressing you down against him as if his exhaustion has already been forgotten. he’ll gladly go until dawn if it means keeping up with you, diving back into the rhythm only the two of you can keep.

suguru geto

geto is such a giver. every intimate moment with him feels like heaven. he takes his time, tracing every curve of your body with his tongue as if memorizing you entirely. when his tongue reaches that perfect spot between your folds, you’re hooked, your breath hitching as pleasure courses through you. his touch is both gentle and insistent, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

selfishly, you find yourself wanting more, coaxing him to pleasure you again and again. each wave makes you gasp as it builds more and more intensely. your eyes brim with tears from the  mixture of overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of your release. your abs ache from how hard you’ve clenched them around his fingers and every flicker of his skillful tongue. 

geto watches you closely, his gaze filled with admiration and a hunger that mirrors your own. he thrives on the way you surrender to him, urging you on, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure until you can hardly catch your breath. and even when he thinks you’re at your limit, you push his head just a little further against you, silently pleading for more.

with a knowing smirk, geto is more than happy to give you what you want, diving back in and bringing you to another release, leaving you blissed out and utterly spent, completely at his mercy.

kento nanami

nanami is the epitome of control—or at least, he tries to be. but with you? he doesn’t stand a chance. your hunger for him is relentless. every chance you get, you’re pouncing on him just as he’s straightening his tie, sending teasing photos that pull him from the depths of his workday, or sneaking your hands beneath his collar when he’s focused on reports. each touch, each stolen moment leaves him with his hair a bit tousled and the faintest of marks under his collar, hints of your attention that no tie can fully hide.

for now, you’re on top, his hands steady and warm as they guide your hips. each slow movement is met with his deep, lingering kisses, drawing you closer until it’s almost too much to bear. “you know i’ll be late because of you,” he half-grumbles. you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face

but when you lean in for just a bit more, you feel his patience slip. he loosens his tie and easily binds your wrists, keeping your hands firmly in place. his eyes meet yours, softly warning you to behave. the tension in his touch is a reminder of the restraint he has. his voice low as he makes you promise to wait for him. and just before he leaves, he presses a final kiss to your forehead, murmuring that he’ll be back to finish what you started.

toji fushiguro

if there is anyone who enjoys sex more than toji, it’s you. he’s intense and unapologetically rough. no matter how sore he leaves you, you’re always ready for more, craving that intensity only he can bring. your skin is constantly left with lingering reminders of him: bruises, faint bite marks and the ache that never quite seemed to leave. 

toji knows exactly how far you like to go, testing boundaries with rough hands and harsh words, the gleam in his eyes daring you to take more. his grip is firm as he holds you in place, fingers pressing into your skin, his voice low as he lets you know exactly what he thinks of you. you can never get enough of the way he looks at you, the way he takes control, not hesitating to indulge your shared appetite for things darker and more intense. 

and for every time you thought you’d finally hit your limit, you found yourself craving more, drawn to the fire that only he seemed to ignite. and as much as he loves indulging you, he keeps an eye on you, always aware of when you’re close to drifting too deep into subspace. sometimes he’ll stop, grounding you with a firm voice or a steady hand, pulling you back just before you lose yourself entirely.

“stay with me” he murmurs, his grip firm but reassuring as he guides you through the waves of your release. 

ryomen sukuna

sukuna’s stamina is limitless, but he’s surprised by you keeping up with him, your body still craving more even after multiple releases. he’s made you finish a handful of times now, each climax leaving you breathless, yet still, you find yourself begging for him.

“someone’s being greedy, hm?” he taunts, his voice a low, sultry rumble that sends shivers down your spine. he thrusts into you with a force that makes your body quiver. even after your last release, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, not allowing him to pull out for even a moment. you crave the fullness of him, the way he fills you completely, and the heat of his body pressed against yours.

he hums, both intrigued and aroused by your relentless need for him. each movement of your body against his only intensifies his own desire, and he relishes in the way you cling to him, desperately chasing yet another high. the way your body responds to him—writhing and clenching around him—only fuels him.

sukuna watches you hungrily as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and breathless yet still wanting more. he growls, thrusting deeper, his pace quickening as he loses himself in the moment. with every thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge once more, reveling in the way your body responds to him. your whimpers and gasps urge him to keep going, to push you past your limits yet again. “let’s see how greedy you really are” he chuckles, his voice a seductive growl as he takes you higher and higher, determined to leave you a mess for him

choso kamo

choso is the one begging for a break as you ride him through his release, his hands gripping your hips tightly, trying to regain some control. but your hunger for him can’t be tamed, no matter how many rounds you go or how intense your own release is. each time you feel the tension build between you, it only stirs the desire within you deeper, fueling your need to keep going.

“fuck, baby, wait—” he gasps, his breath hitching as you continue to move against him, a wicked smile spreading across your face. you can see the way his eyes roll back slightly, the pleasure painting his features in a way that makes you crave him even more. it’s intoxicating to have him at your mercy, to watch as he struggles to keep up with your pace.

he tries to catch his breath, but the intensity of your movements leaves him moaning your name. you lean down, pressing your lips against his ear, whispering sweetly taunting words that only push him closer to the edge once again. each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through both of you, and even as he begs for a moment to breathe, your need for him drives you on, ignoring his pleas for a break.

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levisjinchuriki's kinktober 2024 masterlist {nsfw}

rules

let me hear you | choso kamo - you discover he likes you on top

focus on me | satoru gojo - it's your turn to be blindfolded

helping hand | yuji itadori - you accidentally send nudes to your best friend. good thing he doesn't mind

not without me | ryomen sukuna - you know better than to touch yourself while sukuna is away

gentleman | nanami kento - he has a rough day and you let him take it out on you

look at me | suguru geto - geto makes you watch yourself as you enter subspace

enemies | toji fushiguro - you can talk back all you want, but toji knows how to shut you up

marked | megumi fushiguro - megumi shows you how skilled he is with his fingers

devil | ryomen sukuna - your ex, sukuna, always comes back to show you you're his

back to sleep | eren jaeger - eren can't control himself when he wakes up with a boner

ride 'em cowgirl! | reiner braun - you're reiner's pretty little wife who takes care of him after a long day

surveillance | light yagami - L is determined to catch light in the act of being kira. his eyes are glued to the screen, even during vulnerable moments

sweets | L lawliet - L has a suspicion you'll take just as sweet as his favorite treats

nymphomaniac | jjk characters -their reaction to their nympho gf

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creds: @elryisia

focus on me — dom!gojo

summary: it's your turn to be blindfolded

warning: nsfw!, porn with no plot, sensory play, afab reader, petnames, blindfolded reader, oral sex, fem receiving, ice play, fingering, humping, gojo calling reader a "good girl"

“tell me if it’s too much, okay?”. gojo’s voice is soft as he gently secures his blindfold around your eyes, the familiar material blocking out your vision completely. it’s strange, being on the receiving end of something so intimately connected to him.

“how’s that?” gojo’s voice is low, a playful edge in his tone. his fingers lightly graze your arms, feather-light touches that make you shiver. “comfortable?” he asks. you hear his teasing chuckle, and though you can’t see him, you can feel the heat of his presence, close yet just out of reach.

you nod, biting your lip as you adjust to the darkness. the absence of sight heightens everything else—the sound of his voice, the faint scent of him, and the feel of his fingers on your bare skin. your heart races with nervous excitement. 

“good” he murmurs, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “let me do all the work, pretty girl. just focus on me, okay?”. you swallow, nodding again, your body already responding to his words. 

gojo's lips brush against your skin in a series of tender kisses, his body settled comfortably on top of yours. the heat of him, the solid weight pressing you into the mattress, sends a thrill through your body, heightening your arousal with each passing second. his movements are slow, deliberate, planting featherlight kisses that leave you tingling with desire.

you feel the warmth of his breath as he trails his kisses from the corner of your lips to your chin, then moves to your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin just behind it. a shiver runs down your spine, your body instinctively responding to the intimate touch. when he kisses the curve of your neck, your breath catches, and a soft sigh escapes you. you tilt your head to the side, offering him more access.

gojo’s lips linger, brushing over your pulse point, and he takes his time exploring your skin, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites. he knows exactly where you’re most sensitive, his familiarity with your body evident in the way he teases each spot with precision. a low hum of approval vibrates from his chest as he sucks lightly on your neck, enough to leave marks.

he continues his slow, purposeful journey, tracing every dip and curve of your skin.  his warmth surrounds you, his body fitting perfectly against yours, and each kiss sends a wave of pleasure through you. you can feel every inch of him—the steady rise and fall of his chest, the gentle press of his hips, the way his hands roam your sides, squeezing just enough to leave you aching for more. every kiss feels intentional, his lips making you feel cherished, worshiped, and wanted in ways that only gojo can.

you sigh, the sensation overwhelming as your body reacts, your back arching slightly beneath him. he takes his time, enjoying the way your body responds to him, the way your breath hitches when he hits that sweet spot, how your hands grasp his back, pulling him closer. he smirks against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction. 

you let out a soft whimper, the feeling of his lips and the weight of his body becoming almost too much to bear. “satoru…” you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

gojo shifts slightly, pressing his hips more firmly against you, letting you feel the growing hardness between his legs. a soft moan slips from your lips as you dig your fingers into his back. 

“what, baby?” he asks as he grinds his hips into you. you mewl. the sensation of his lips and his body feel impossibly good. 

“need more” you softly beg. gojo hums in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the way you’re melting beneath him. his lips return to yours, capturing your mouth in a deep, heated kiss as he grinds against you, the tension building between you until it’s almost unbearable.

gojo pulls away for a moment, leaving you breathless and craving more. you hear him fidget with something on the nightstand and just as you’re about to whine out, you feel something cold press against your neck. the shock of it makes you gasp. his lips, chilled by the ice cube he’s placed in his mouth, trace over your heated skin with an unexpected contrast that sends shivers down your spine. he drags it slowly, teasingly, along the curve of your neck, cooling down the bruised skin. the ice melts slowly between his lips, leaving a wet, cold trail along your neck. you whimper as he kisses your skin again, a shocking mix of warmth from his lips and the cold from the ice, heightening your senses and making your skin tingle with anticipation.

gojo’s hands roam your body as his cool tongue flicks over sensitive spots, making you squirm beneath him. he takes his time, letting the ice melt completely as he teases your skin, alternating between gentle bites and soft kisses, the contrast of cold and heat driving you wild. you can feel your pulse quickening, your body responding to every icy touch, every warm caress.

the moan that slips from your lips is involuntary, your body reacting to the intensity of sensations gojo is so expertly delivering. his lips hover over your collarbone, planting a lingering, icy kiss there before he trails lower, making sure no part of you is left untouched. each kiss feels electric, sparking pleasure and leaving your body aching for more.

gojo pulls back for a second, his lips hovering just above your skin as he speaks, his breath hot against the coolness he’s left behind. "feels good?” his voice is a low whisper, teasing and full of satisfaction at the way you're melting beneath him.

you squeak out a yes, mind too absorbed in how good his actions feel. gojo hums approvingly, clearly enjoying how you’re reacting to him.   

“you’re doing so well” he murmurs. he presses the ice lower, down the center of your stomach. you squirm under the sensation, whimpering out for him. you can feel him smile against your skin as he leans down to place a soft, lingering kiss on your mound.

“shh, i’ve got you” he whispers against you. without warning, his mouth is on you, warm and wet, and you let out a gasp, your back arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelms you. he brushes the shrunken cube over the sensitive skin, keeping it there for a moment before pressing his cold tongue gently against your entrance. your body jerks involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping you as he teases you. he gets a new cube of ice, circling it slowly and deliberately against you. you moan softly, your body trembling beneath his touch, your mind spinning from the mix of sensations. his tongue moves expertly, flicking and teasing, while his fingers grip your hips, holding you in place as you try to squirm beneath him.

“you’re so responsive” gojo whispers, his voice full of admiration as he continues to tease you. “so perfect for me”.

he places open-mouth kisses to your clit, letting you feel the contrast of hot and cold. his fingers slowly slide into you, stretching you out easily. your hips lift as your body reacts instinctively, wanting more of him, needing more.

your desperation makes gojo moan against you, the sound low and dark. you feel his fingers pump further into you, his touch precise, knowing exactly how to drive you to the edge. 

“such a good girl” he whispers against you, his voice smooth and intoxicating. he feels you squeeze around his fingers at the praise. 

you can’t focus on anything other than the way he’s making you feel, and it’s almost too much. your hands reach down, tangling in his hair as you moan his name, your body trembling as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

“that’s it” he murmurs against you, his voice muffled but full of satisfaction. “just like that. let go for me”. 

he takes your clit between his lips, sucking it to coax your high from you. it doesn’t take long before the tension inside you snaps, your stomach tightening as your orgasm crashes over you. you cry out, your grip tightening in his hair as your body shudders beneath him. gojo doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working you through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you’re left trembling and breathless.

when he finally pulls back, you’re panting, your body still buzzing from the intensity of it all. he moves up the bed, removing the blindfold and kissing you softly, letting you feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours again.

“you did so well” he murmurs, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as he looks down at you with a satisfied smile. “i knew you’d like that”. 

you’re too dazed to respond, your body still recovering, but you manage to nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you pull him closer, feeling his body heat against yours.

gojo kisses you again, this time slower, softer, letting you catch your breath as you come down from the high. when he pulls away, his eyes sparkle with mischief, and he smirks.

“think you’re ready for round two?” he teases, and despite how spent you feel, the warmth in his voice and the promise in his eyes send a rush of excitement through you all over again.

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forever yours - chapter 10

summary: gojo surprises you and haru with a weekend getaway

warning: slow burn, fluff, lingering looks, gojo being sweet

word count: 2.3k

a/n: so sorry to keep you all waiting!! i have classes, a job and an internship so i have been super busy, but i have more chapters to post!!

The anticipation of the surprise trip has been building since Gojo first mentioned it, but he remains tight-lipped about the destination even as you’re driving there. as haru sings along to the music playing, you wonder where gojo is taking you and why he’s being so secretive about it. 

You turn to him, a playful frown on your face. “I can’t believe you won’t tell me where we’re going” you say in an attempt to coax out the truth. 

Gojo glances at you, a mischievous grin on his face as he continues to drive. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he says, his tone light and teasing. it’s friday and gojo has a four-day weekend due to the holiday. he wants to do something nice. you all deserve a reward for navigating life so well together recently.

You sigh dramatically, leaning back in your seat with a mock pout. gojo chuckles and reaches over to give your hand a squeeze. “you’ll love it. i promise” he says. 

the journey is a few hours long. you haven’t taken a trip this far in years, with haru being so young. 

As the cityscape slowly fades into rolling hills and the scenery outside the window grew more rural, you start to feel a sense of familiarity. The road becomes more narrow, winding up gentle hills. haru gets excited when he sees horses as you drive by.

You glance at Gojo, a question forming on your lips, but before you can ask, you notice the path ahead—the one that led to the place you used to visit every year.

Your breath catches as realization dawns on you. “Satoru…”. 

He meets your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes shining with warmth. “Surprise,” he says simply, his voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and something deeper.

The cabin. the place where you’d both go to escape once a year. the second the cottage is in sight you’re flooded with memories of the past. it’s where you’d talked about your future and dream of what your life could be. It’s been years since you’ve last visited—so much has changed since then. The sight of it brings a wave of emotions—happiness, but also a bittersweet reminder of the time that has passed. you’ve missed this place. 

You step out of the car, the crisp air filling your lungs as you take in the view before you. The lake stretches out in the distance, its surface shimmering in the afternoon sun. The surrounding fields, lush and green, sway gently in the breeze, and the familiar sight of the cabin—your cabin—stands as a welcoming beacon. It’s a place that had been a backdrop for so many of your happiest moments.

Gojo comes around to your side, his expression soft as he watches you take it all in. “Welcome back,” he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and plants a tender kiss on your temple.

The gesture is both comforting and reassuring, and you lean into him, savoring the closeness. “Thank you,” you reply softly, your eyes still fixed on the cabin. “This is… perfect.”

Gojo smiles, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze before stepping back to unload the car. He brings your luggage into the cabin with effortless ease, his movements smooth and practiced as he carries the bags inside.

As you step into the cabin, you take in the familiar, comforting scent of aged wood and the faint aroma of pine. It’s a smell that instantly evokes memories of past visits, of warmth and laughter, and of cozy nights spent by the fire. The cabin is just as you remembered it, with its warm, inviting charm and familiar rustic details. The large windows offer clear views of the surrounding countryside, and the scent of pine fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of woodsmoke from the fireplace.

“mommy look!” haru says as he visits every room. he’s filled with energy as he darts around the cabin. Your heart warms as he discovers the charm of the cabin. His joy is infectious, and it’s clear that the magic of this place is still very much alive for him. 

haru is thrilled by the wide-open space, running ahead of you and Satoru, his laughter echoing in the stillness of the countryside. haru runs into the tall grass, letting the greens tickle him as they blow in the wind. 

it’s only been a few minutes and you can see just how happy haru is to be here. it really is a magical place and the perfect way to spend the long weekend gojo has due to the holiday. 

“It’s so peaceful out here” you sigh as you watch haru play. gojo smiles, happy you’re enjoying it. 

he looks down at his watch. “hungry? we can have a picnic” he suggests. it’s a good idea. the drive was long and you’re sure haru is hungry, although it’s masked by his excitement. 

gojo grabs the sandwiches he had packed for you all and sets up a picnic outside in the large field that surround the cabin

it’s perfect. the sun beams down on you, warming your skin as you enjoy the outdoors. 

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The first night under the same roof in months felt a bit surreal, but the absence of awkwardness made the experience surprisingly comfortable. It was a new kind of normal for both of you, and the respect Gojo showed by sleeping in a separate room underscored his consideration for your boundaries.

The following day is filled with exploration and enjoyment as you and Haru discover the charming small town nearby. The quaint shops and scenic streets provide a delightful change of pace, and Haru’s wide-eyed wonder at each new discovery adds to the day’s joy.

As evening fell, Gojo took Haru outside for their special stargazing activity. The sky had cleared, and the absence of city lights made the stars appear incredibly vivid and bright. The countryside offered an unobstructed view of the celestial display, making the experience even more magical for Haru. 

Gojo lifts Haru onto his shoulders, giving him an elevated view of the night sky. Haru’s face lights up with excitement as he settles into his father’s shoulders, his small frame nestled comfortably. The moon casts a gentle glow over them, highlighting their expressions

As they gaze up at the expanse of stars, Gojo begins to explain the constellations with a soft, engaging tone. Haru listens intently, his eyes wide with fascination. “Woah,” he murmurs, clearly enchanted by the stories and the sheer magnitude of the night sky. 

The two of them continue to scan the sky, their attention drawn to the glittering display above. Suddenly, Haru gasps, his voice breaking through the calm night air with excitement. “Daddy, look!” he exclaims, pointing eagerly at a different part of the sky.

Gojo's gaze quickly shifts to the streaking light across the sky, his smile widening at Haru’s infectious excitement. “It’s a shooting star! Quick, make a wish!” he encourages, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Haru’s eyes close tightly, his little face scrunched in deep concentration. “I wish we can always have fun and be together forever” he says sincerely. 

Gojo’s heart swells with emotion at his son’s sweet and innocent wish. He gently lowers Haru from his shoulders, wrapping him in a warm embrace. He showers him with tender kisses, causing Haru to burst into delighted squeals. “That’s a wonderful wish,” Gojo says softly, holding his son close, savoring the closeness.

As the two of them continue to gaze up at the stars, your heart warms from the back porch where you stand, watching the scene unfold. The sight of Gojo and Haru, so engaged and happy, fills you with a profound sense of contentment. The moments of shared joy and connection between father and son are precious, and you are grateful to witness them.

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The warmth of the fire pit contrasts with the cool evening air on the last night of your weekend getaway. The flames crackle rhythmically, their light flickering and dancing across Gojo’s face, casting a soft, almost ethereal glow that makes your heart flutter. He stands with his back to you, his attention fully absorbed in adjusting the logs to keep the fire steady and inviting.

You approach him, blankets in your arms. The crisp night air feels refreshing, a gentle reminder that this weekend, while perfect, is coming to an endThe sight of Gojo, illuminated by the firelight, evokes a deep sense of contentment within you.

Gojo glances up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft, affectionate smile. He takes a step back from the fire, brushing off stray bits of bark and ash from his hands. “Remember the last time we were here?” he asks, his voice a gentle murmur, tinged with nostalgia.

You nod, a warm smile spreading across your face as the memories come flooding back. “How could I forget? We spent half the weekend trying to get that old fireplace inside to work,” you reply with a chuckle, the laughter from that time still bright in your memory.

Gojo’s laughter joins yours, rich and full of the same fondness. “And we didn’t even need the fire. We had plenty other ways to keep warm,” he says with a teasing grin.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks at his cheeky comment, and you can’t help but groan, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring your voice. “Satoru,” you say, covering your face for a moment.

He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What? It’s true, isn’t it?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips. “You’re impossible” you mutter, though there’s no real annoyance in your tone.

You can still recall curling up together on the rug in front of that stubborn fireplace, the warmth of the flames competing with the heat between you. It had been a simpler time, just the two of you, your future wide open and full of possibilities.

As the firelight dances across Gojo’s face, you’re struck by the contrast between then and now. The nostalgia of those past moments mingles with the present, creating a sense of both longing and contentment.

You take a deep breath, letting the nostalgia wash over you. “We were so different then. We had no idea what was coming, how much things would change.”

Gojo’s expression shifts to one of contemplation, his gaze thoughtful as he listens. “Yeah… but some things haven’t changed,” he says, his voice carrying a deeper, more heartfelt tone. He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against yours, and the subtle contact sends a shiver of emotion through you.

You glance down at your hands, where his fingers linger just barely touching yours. The simple touch stirs a complex mix of emotions—nostalgia, longing, and a deep-seated affection that you’ve tried to keep buried for so long. “Like what?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing with anticipation.

Gojo steps closer, his body almost brushing against yours. The proximity amplifies the warmth between you, and his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. “Like how I feel about you,” he confesses, his voice steady and sincere, carrying the weight of unspoken words and unaddressed feelings from the past. “I never stopped loving you, you know. Even when things were at their worst, that never changed”.

Your breath catches in your throat, the sincerity of Gojo’s words creating a magnetic pull that draws you closer to him. “Satoru…” you whisper, the name slipping out with a soft, reverent tone, as if speaking it aloud is both a revelation and a confession.

The weight of everything left unsaid settles between you, blending the past and present into a single, poignant moment. As you look up at him, your heart races, feeling the intensity of the connection between you. The firelight reflects in his eyes, mirroring the same longing that stirs within you.

Your gaze lingers on his lips, drawn to them in a way that you can no longer ignore. The space between you narrows, the world around you fading into a blur as your focus sharpens on each other. The night air feels charged, and the warmth of the fire seems to amplify the heat of the moment.

The distance between you diminishes, and the air crackles with anticipation. Every second that passes creates an almost tangible tension. The promise of rekindling something that had always lingered, never fully extinguished, hangs between you.

The moment stretches, suspended in time, as you both feel the pull of your shared history and unresolved emotions. The connection is undeniable, a powerful force drawing you together with an intensity that makes the rest of the world feel distant and irrelevant.

Just as you’re on the verge of closing the gap between you and Gojo, Haru’s voice rings out from inside the cabin, breaking the spell. “Can we have s’mores now, Mommy?” he asks innocently, a reminder of the promise you’d made to him for this last night at the cabin. His excitement is palpable, and he clearly hasn’t forgotten.

You jolt slightly, the intense moment between you and Gojo abruptly halted by Haru’s call. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you step back, creating some space between you and Gojo.

“Yeah, honey! We’re just getting everything ready,” you reply, your voice carrying a mixture of affection and a hint of regret.

Haru’s face lights up with a beaming smile as he scurries over to his chair by the fire, eagerly settling in and waiting for his s’mores. The sight of him, so full of excitement, brings a warmth to your heart that makes you forget the interruption’s sting.

The moment was gone, but the emotions it stirred lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. Even though you hadn’t kissed, the closeness you’d just shared felt like a step forward, a small but significant step toward finding your way back to each other.

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insatiable - ch 9

summary: there's tension when haru asks if you and gojo are happy together

warning: slow burn, fluff, angst, unspoken feelings, haru being too smart for his own good

word count: 2.6k

life following your first dinner date with gojo feels different—lighter, more hopeful. there’s an understanding between you two, a shared determination to keep moving forward. you spend more time together, not just with each other, but as a family. it starts with small outings—going to the park, visiting the zoo, and even the simple act of grocery shopping together. big or small, haru is always thrilled to have both of his parents around.

gojo stays for dinner one evening after a long day spent together as a family. as you work in the kitchen, he’s by your side, his presence a familiar and comforting constant. haru is at the dining table, engrossed in his coloring, the soft sounds of crayons on paper adding to the peaceful ambiance.

the kitchen is filled with the aroma of your cooking, mingling with the soft hum of casual conversation. it feels like a return to simpler times—those moments when the three of you were a seamless unit, content in each other’s company.

haru has noticed the change too. he sees how often he’s with his dad now, no longer just on weekends, and how different the two of you act when you’re together. even though you’ve always tried to shield him from conflicts and kept conversations civil when he was around, children have an uncanny ability to sense when something is wrong. 

forever yours - chapter 8

summary: gojo thinks you're both ready to take the next step

warning: slow burn, fluff, lingering looks, gojo being a gentleman

word count: 3.4k

you and gojo sit on the steps in front of the house watching haru rides his bike with training wheels around the large driveway. his laughter fills the air as he enjoys himself, excited to finally try the bike he got as one of his birthday presents.

gojo watches him with a mix of pride and affection, his heart swelling as he sees the joy on haru’s face. this moment is one of those simple yet profound milestones in haru’s life that he's grateful to be a part of.

“he’s really getting the hang of it,” you say, voice filled with pride and a hint of amazement. it’s a simple thing, but watching your child achieve something for the first time always brings a special kind of joy.

“yeah, he caught on quick” gojo agrees.

as haru rides past you again, his smile wide and bright, you both wave, cheering him on. he responds with an enthusiastic wave, his confidence growing with each loop around the driveway.

gojo takes a breath before speaking, suddenly feeling nervous.

“so,” he begins, his tone slightly hesitant but filled with hope, “i’ve been thinking…”

forever yours: chapter 7

summary: you decide to linger at gojo's apartment after dropping haru off. your conversation during dinner makes the air between you shift

warning: slow burn, consuming alcohol, slight fluff, conversation about their relationship

word count: 2.7k

the slow rebuild of your relationship gradually begins to shift from tentative steps to something more profound. as you continue to spend time together, you find that the spark between you had never really faded—it had just been buried under the weight of everything else. now, as you clear away the debris, that spark is beginning to catch fire once again.

the warmth of satoru's apartment wraps around you as you linger longer than usual tonight, finding yourself staying late enough to tuck haru into bed, something you haven't done at gojo’s place before.

as you pull the soft sheets up to haru’s chin, you notice how different it feels here. the room is filled with little touches that show how much gojo cares—haru’s favorite blanket neatly folded at the foot of the bed, a night light casting a gentle glow on the walls. he looks up at you, eyes heavy with sleep, and smiles, the kind of smile that makes everything else fade away.

“goodnight, mommy,” he murmurs, already drifting off.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” you whisper, brushing a hand through his hair before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

as you straighten up, you take a moment to just watch the peaceful expression on his face. there's a certain tenderness in the way he sleeps, his tiny body cocooned in blankets that aren’t the same as the ones at home. this room, though not the one he’s grown up in, holds a sense of comfort that’s undeniable. you can see the effort gojo has put into making this place feel like home for haru, and in that, there’s something bittersweet.

when you step out, you find gojo waiting in the living room. his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. the silence is thick with unspoken words, but there’s an understanding between you, a recognition that something is changing, something important.

“have you eaten yet?” satoru breaks the silence as he checks his watch. you shake your head. he hesitates before he speaks again, hoping you won't deny him. “i’m about to make dinner. you’re welcome to stay”.

forever yours - chapter 6

summary: you’re faced with questions about your relationship while trying to celebrate haru’s birthday 

warning: fluff, confrontation, angst, slow burn, mentions of nanami and mei mei

word count: 4.9k

a/n: this is the second part of the double upload tonight. i think this is the longest chapter i've ever written. i hope you enjoy!!

planning haru’s fourth birthday becomes a focal point for you and gojo. you spend your evenings texting back and forth, discussing the theme, the guest list, and the activities that will keep a group of energetic four-year-olds entertained. it feels surprisingly natural, like slipping into a well-worn routine, even though it’s been months since you and gojo have done anything like this together.

gojo calls you one night to finalize the plans. you both get lost in the details, bouncing ideas off each other until you’re sure you’ve covered every detail. it feels… good. comfortable. and you’re grateful he’s being so involved. 

you mention that you’re planning to invite haru’s whole class, along with any parents who want to join the celebration. it’s a standard move, but gojo's curiosity turns to the guest list for the people who are closer to both of you—family and close friends.

forever yours - chapter 5

summary: gojo invites you on your first outing alone together

warning: light fluff

word count: 2k

a/n: thank you everyone for all the love recently for this fic!! i'm so inspired to write for you guys, and because of that there will be a double upload tonight!! ch 6 coming v soon :) woot!!! <3

you stare at your phone, nerves immediately consuming you. it’s such a simple suggestion, but the weight of what it represents feels immense. it’ll be your first time spending time with him without the presence of your son. and this…date will serve as your real first step into rediscovering the dynamic between the two of you. 

each time you reread the message, your heart races a little faster. it’s not just the idea of the café that’s making you anxious—it’s the significance of the outing itself. 

your hands tremble slightly as you type your reply. 

forever yours - chapter 4

summary: you and gojo take small steps towards mending your relationship

warning: mention of nanami, light fluff

word count: 2.7k

the decision to take things one step at a time is easier said than done, but you and satoru are determined to try. the days following your heartfelt conversation are filled with caution, a tentative dance as you both try to navigate the uncharted waters of rebuilding your relationship.

in addition to agreeing to take baby steps in the relationship, you also had a long discussion on ground rules, expectations and what you need from each other moving forward. you both agree to make an effort to communicate more openly, to share your thoughts and feelings without the defensiveness that had often characterized your conversations in the past. without that foundation, you’d struggle to build trust and grow together. 

your interactions are careful to start, as if both of you were afraid of shattering the fragile new beginning you were trying to build. there are times when the weight of your past feels overwhelming, threatening to pull you back into old patterns of distrust and frustration. but there are also moments where you manage to rediscover the familiarity of your bond. a shared smile or a laugh over a small joke speaks volumes—and these are the moments that remind you why you’re willing to try again, focusing on the steps you’re taking together rather than the distance still left to cover. it’s a process, one that needs time and patience. and you can tell gojo’s making an effort to show that he’s truly committed to changing his ways. 

forever yours - chapter 3

summary: seeing gojo show his true feelings only makes your decision harder

warning: so much angst, bring a tissue

word count: 3.7k

it had taken you a few weeks to speak to gojo again. he’d still pick up haru on the weekends and call him before bed, but you couldn't help but feel the tension between you. although he didn’t pressure you to say anything until you were ready, you could feel his expectant gaze on you every time he came to get your son.

gojo understood the weight of your decision and just how hard it would be for you either way you decided. he was true to his word, not bringing up the topic until you were ready. 

you had stayed up most nights after the talk— thinking about what to say to him and contemplating on if it can actually work. you went back and forth in your head, driving yourself crazy and wondering if you really were for considering getting back together. 

forever yours - chapter 2

summary: satoru expresses his deep regret and desire to fix things, revealing his struggle with the thought of you moving on.

warning: more angst

word count: 2.9k

“you need to get out more” mei mei scolds over the phone. she, along with a dozen of your closest friends, has tried her best to get you back into the dating scene. your heart knew you weren’t ready for that big of a step, so you declined every time. you know their intentions are pure, and you appreciate it, but it doesn’t feel right. 

“i’m not ready” you sigh. it was still too early for you to think about the possibility of falling for someone again. you still had to move on from gojo, and even that was proving itself to be difficult. 

“i’m not saying you have to marry the guy”, she laughs. mei mei had taken the liberty of setting you up with someone in the corporate office. she claimed he was nice, handsome, rich– the only quality she really cared about. it was only wednesday, meaning you still had a few days to back out.

“just go out, let him pay for your dinner, maybe have some fun after…” she suggests teasingly. you groan at the suggestion.

“you owe it to yourself to have at least one night where you’re not sulking” she continues, her voice softening as she tries to coax you into giving yourself a break, even if just for one evening. 

you consider her words, letting them sink in. for the last six months, your life has revolved around taking care of Haru and feeling the heavy, persistent ache of your husband’s absence. each day has been a blur of routines—getting haru ready for school, managing meals, keeping the house in order—while your mind drifts to thoughts of what once was and what could have been.

forever yours

summary: you and gojo have been separated for six months due to his troubles. you try to juggle co-parenting your young son and moving on, but gojo makes it obvious he’s not ready to give you up on your relationship yet

warning: just angst

word count: 2.3k

the separation of you and gojo was hard. you had devoted so much of your life, time and energy to him only to feel like you weren’t a priority. it was a terrible feeling you could push past during the first few years together, but after your wedding and the birth of your son, you started to realize how unfair it was. 

gojo’s job kept him away from home a lot, leaving you to take care of your son, haru. when he did manage to get some time off- things just didn’t feel the same as they once were. he always seemed distracted. 

he still loved you, of course. you were the only woman in his life he had ever truly been in love with. that will never change. and he didn’t realize how much he was slacking until you served him divorce papers one night- looking so defeated. it caught him off guard, and he was surprised that you had taken such a step. 

you were steadfast as gojo tried to convince you out of your decision. and when you didn’t budge he realized how many mistakes he’d made leading up to this moment. he couldn’t blame you, but he also couldn’t force you to take him back. 

he didn’t sign the papers. there’s no way in hell he’d do that. delusional or not, he’d convinced himself you’d be together again and going through the motions of a divorce would just complicate everything. he did reach a compromise with you, though. he was forced to accept the reality that he had lost you as his wife. gojo had enough money to take care of both you and haru so you could focus on raising him without having to work. per your request to live separately, gojo moved into an apartment on the other side of town. 

and when gojo put the last of his belongings in the moving truck haru ran up to him, sobbing as his small body clutched at gojo’s legs. 

“don’t go daddy” haru cried against him. it broke gojo’s heart. not only was he losing you as his wife, but his actions had torn his family apart. haru, the light of his life, was forced to be in the middle of his parent’s separation. it wasn’t fair to him and the guilt ate at gojo everyday.

your son loved his father, and if there was one thing gojo prioritized- it was haru. 

you had to turn away as tears slipped down your cheeks. it was almost too much for you to handle. you tried to stick through your marriage for haru’s sake, but you couldn’t keep up the act anymore. and although you were the one pushing him away, it hurt so much to see satoru leave. but it was the best decision for you, both mentally and emotionally. 

he had moved out six months ago now and still, the house felt all too empty.

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the sound of Haru’s footsteps echo as he moves from room to room, looking for something to occupy his mind. he's become used to his dad not always being around, but he’s just a boy and he still needs his father in his life. gojo is still present, though only on the weekends when he has most of his free time. you would never completely take either of them away from each other. 

you sit on the couch, staring blankly at the screen in front of you- not sure what you had been watching as you aren’t paying attention. haru had been quiet tonight, spending most of his time drawing or playing alone. he’s almost four, now. he’s bright and everything you need. 

you smile as haru walks into the living room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal and rubbing his eyes. 

“mommy,” he yawns softly, “can i call daddy?”.

even after all these months the question is like a knife to your heart. you’ve tried to protect him from the worst of the separation, but the longing in his eyes is something you can’t ignore. you nod, forcing a smile. “of course, baby”. 

the phone rings a few times before gojo answers. his voice always has a warmth to it that makes you melt every time. 

“hey,” he greets. “is it bedtime?”. haru would talk to his dad every night before bed, a ritual that he tries his hardest not to break, even if he is busy with work. 

“yeah, he wants to speak to you”, you say.

haru’s small hands eagerly hold the phone to his ear, his face lights up at the sound of his father’s voice. “daddy! it’s me!”, he says excitedly. your heart melts at how much he loves his father.

gojo’s tone immediately softens. “hi, sweet boy. how’s my little guy doing?” he coos. gojo cherishes every moment he has with haru. it means so much to him to talk to him every night and make sure he’s okay, even if he isn’t around anymore. 

haru babbles about his day and gojo eagerly listens. he loves it when his son gets excited. 

haru clutches the phone tightly after he finishes, suddenly becoming upset. his small voice trembles slightly at his next sentence. “i miss you, daddy. when are you coming home?”. 

the silence on the other end of the line is heavy. gojo’s breathing is a mixture of sadness and regret. he wishes he could be there with the both of you. 

“i miss you too”. he’s not sure how to answer the little boy’s question. it all depends on you and if you are willing to sort through your issues together or not. he hopes you will decide to, but your relationship hasn’t improved much since he moved out. he’s not even sure if you still wear your ring. 

you can see haru’s eyes welling up with tears as he tries to hold back his emotions. 

“why can’t you come home? i want you here with us.”. he didn’t understand why his father had left in the first place. he’s too young to understand the concept of separation, even though you and gojo have explained it to him before. in his mind, if you both love each other then you should all be living together as one. he can’t grasp that even if you love someone so much, sometimes you have to let them go. 

gojo clears his throat. “i know, precious. things are complicated right now, but i promise i’m working on it”. whether he’s successful or not, gojo intends to try to mend things with you in any way he can.

“i’m coming to pick you up tomorrow and we can spend the whole weekend together. how does that sound?”. he tries to cheer haru up. 

the boy sniffles and wipes his eyes. “okay, daddy. i love you”. 

“i love you too, haru,” gojo says softly. “more than anything”. 

after a few more exchanged words and assurances, haru hands the phone back to you before climbing in your lap. you rub his back comfortingly as you bring the phone to your ear. 

“you still there?”, gojo asks. without needing to mask his tone for his son, you can hear just how defeated he sounds. 

you confirm you’re still on the line. the conversation is short- you and gojo discussing when to meet at the park tomorrow for him to pick up haru. in the last few months you’ve stopped having personal conversations with him- just trying to focus on co-parenting. it was easier for you that way.

you look down at your son and brush his hair from his face. he’s a spitting image of his father- same ghostly white locks and stunning eyes that held all the potential of the world within them. every time you looked at him, it was like seeing a smaller, more innocent version of satoru. and that made it harder to move on.

“daddy loves you very much. we’ll see him soon, okay?”, you assure him with a kiss on the head. 

haru nods against your shoulder, his small frame cuddled up to you. “okay, mommy”.

you hold him tightly, wishing you can offer more than just words of comfort. the house is still big and empty, but you try to fill it with all the love and reassurance you could muster. for haru’s sake, you hope that someday soon, this will all be behind you.

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haru’s laughter rings out as he chases a butterfly through the empty park, the pure sound filling the air with a sweetness that tugs at your heart. you watch him, torn between the joy of his innocence and the ache of the life you once dreamed of with satoru. the butterfly flutters just out of haru's reach, and he giggles, his happiness a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

the crunch of footsteps on gravel snaps you out of your thoughts, and though you don’t look up, you know who it is. satoru’s presence is unmistakable, a force that commands attention even without a word. he slides onto the bench beside you, close enough that his warmth seeps into your skin without touching you. he watches haru play for a moment before turning his attention to you. 

“i missed you”. his voice is sweet like honey, the words slipping out effortlessly. it’s that natural charm, the way he makes even the simplest phrases sound enchanting, that drew you to him in the first place. 

you turn to face him, finally meeting his gaze. those damn blue eyes–deep and endless like the ocean—have always been your weakness, pulling you in no matter how hard you try to resist. they hold a mix of emotions, swirling with the memories of a past you can’t quite let go of. his eyes search yours, and for a moment, it feels like time stops, as if the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you and the unspoken feelings hanging in the air.

“what we had was a life full of complications,” you respond, not allowing yourself to get pulled into his trap. “you’re still in that world, satoru. and i can’t be a part of it anymore. haru can’t be a part of it”. 

his jaw tightens as a flicker of determination flashes in his eyes. “just because you’re pushing me away doesn’t mean i’m gonna give up”, his voice is low, laced with a quiet resolve.  “i haven’t given up on us”. the weight of his words hangs between you, thick with emotion, as if he’s daring you to believe him, to see the fight still left in him.

your heart aches at his words. you want to believe him, to let yourself fall back into the warmth of his promises. there is still so much love in your heart for satoru, but love alone isn’t enough to mend the things that had broken you apart. the dangers he faced daily, the secrets he kept hidden away, the growing distance that had slowly stretched between you until it became an uncrossable chasm—it had all become too much. the memories of what you once had clash with the reality of what you've lost, leaving you torn between the past and the painful truth of the present.

“don’t make this harder than it already is.” you plead, feeling your resolve weaken. he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. 

i’m not ready to let you go,” he admits, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “i don’t know if i’ll ever be.”

the confession hangs between you, heavy and unresolved. it would be so easy to slip back into old habits, to let him back in and pretend that everything could be okay again. but you deserve more than that. and deep down, you know the truth. satoru isn’t ready to change, and you aren’t ready to keep living in a world where he could be taken away at any moment. the weight of his unfulfilled promises and the uncertainty of your future press down on you, a reminder of the painful reality you can’t escape.

“haru needs stability,” you say softly, pulling your hand away. “he needs a life that doesn’t revolve around waiting for his father to come home in one piece”. gojo doesn’t miss a beat

“and what about you?” satoru asks, his voice laced with a vulnerability that he rarely showed. “what do you need?”

for a moment, silence envelops you both, the weight of the question hanging heavily in the air, unspoken yet profoundly understood. you look at him, at the man who once meant everything to you, and feel the tears well up in your eyes.

you need to move on. it’s been half a year, and you’re still in the same place, still foolishly hoping that satoru will change overnight. still waiting for him to burst through the door, fall to his knees, and apologize for everything that’s gone wrong in your relationship. the reality of your stagnant situation presses down on you, a painful reminder that hope alone isn’t enough to mend the fractures that have grown too deep.

haru’s laughter rings out again, drawing both of your eyes to him as he runs toward you, blissfully unaware of the tension between his parents. satoru stands up as haru reaches him, lifting him into his arms with a grin that makes your heart clench. he showers haru’s chubby cheeks with kisses, telling him how much he’s missed him this week, making haru giggle with delight.sSatoru is such a good father, and that only makes everything harder.

“ready to go?” he asks, holding haru close. the boy nods, and satoru tells him to say goodbye to you.

“bye, mommy!” haru waves enthusiastically. you kiss his cheek and tell him you’ll pick him up soon.

“i’ll see you sunday?” satoru confirms, his gaze searching yours.

you nod, unable to trust your voice. with one last wave at haru you watch as they make their way toward his car. as they disappear from view, the weight of what you’re leaving behind settles heavily over you. moving on was never easy, but with satoru, it feels almost impossible.

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