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Today is a very special day
For everyone here on my Tumblr I need y’all to stop what you’re doing and really lock in to the genocide happening in Gaza right now. I will post as many links as I can but the best you can do right now is be loud as fuck! About this.
TLDR Isreal has cut off all water, electricity and telecommunications within Gaza in a complete blackout and Gaza has lost their voice. Israel has already threatened to bomb Al Shifa hospital, which is currently a shelter for around 50k-60k Palestinians. These are images of Gaza Strip from an HOUR AGO. They are literally slaughtering and wiping out generations of Palestinians as we speak.
Please I need to see y’all talking about this and being loud for Palestine. Your anime yaoi twink hyperfixation will still be here tomorrow but literally thousands of innocent people may not.
There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.
It has been hard for me to talk about how what is going on with Israel and Palestine is affecting me personally, but I grew up in Gaza and most of my family still lives there. My father did not survive the bombings last week and I have not been able to contact my younger sister in days. I am try to being understanding that most people do not have personal connections to what is happening and therefore are justifying their silence, but is heartbreaking to see this misinformation being spread. What’s happening there is a genocide, not a war. It is not antisemitic to support Palestine, it’s not even antiemetic to criticise Israel. There is no grey area or neutrality regarding this, and it is so easy to find resources that will educate you on the subject. It is my people and my home being destroyed so I will never be silent about this, but I please urge everyone to get informed and start speaking up and finding ways they can help.
decolonizepalestine has tons of information on Palestine’s history/propaganda that has been spread throughout the years
UK citizens can email their MP asking for a ceasefire
US citizens can call/email their local government officials asking for a ceasefire
Jewish Voice for Peace also has many resources for ways for US citizens to get involved, including protests
Donate to Palestine Children’s Relief Fund
Donate to Medical Aid for Palestine
Donate to help get food and hygiene kits to Gaza
Needy Yandere Scaramouche brainrot. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Nipple play. Fingering. Degradation. Smutty appreciation for Scaramouche's fingers.
This was originally only going to be nipple play, but it turned into a lot more.
Scaramouche always took the opportunity to put his hands on you whenever he could. When he saw you leaning up against the wall, scrolling through your phone, he walked up behind you.
His hands immediately found your hips, caressing his fingers against him as he pulled you back against him. You made a shy, startled noise. That man could walk without a sound, and you wouldn't know he was behind you until he let you know he was.
He put his fingers up under the hem of your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. He put his face into your neck, sighing when he felt how soft and warm your skin felt. "Don't mind me," He purred, the tip of his tongue flicking out across your neck, "with your hip cocked like it was, you made yourself look so tempting."
The sensation of his saliva coating your skin made you shiver, your panties starting to dampen. You squirmed a little, grinding back against him. He groaned into your neck, the contact making his cock twitch and throb.
Scaramouche inhaled your scent, smirking as he nipped playfully on your skin. "I've barely even touched you and you are already needy," He taunted right next to your ear.
In truth, he was the needy one. You just smelled so fucking good all the time. He needed to smell you, needed to taste you, needed to touch you.
He needed you.
He craved to see you fall apart from his touches until you were clinging to him with desperation in your eyes, begging him to touch you more, to fuck you because his cock inside of you was what you wanted more than anything right now.
You tilted your head to the side, relaxing back against him. Your phone dropped to the floor, gently bring nudged away across the carpet with his foot. Your attention only needed to be on him, anyways.
Before you could say anything, Scaramouche's teeth sank into your skin. Greedily hands dipped up under your shirt and into your bra. You grasped in pleasure, grinding back against him. He chuckled into your neck as he sucked on a fold of skin between his teeth.
His thumbs skimmed slowly over your nipples, flicking them when they started to harden. You whimpered feeling your clit start to throb. "S-Scara, you are making me start to ache for you," You said in a shaky sigh.
Scaramouche pinched your nipples, rolling them between the pads of his fingers. He knew he could make you cum just from playing with your nipples. It wouldn't be long before you were whimpering and writhing against him, your panties clinging wet to your cunt.
The motions only served to make him harder. "Stop squirming, slut," He stroked, and pinched, and flicked, soaking in the sound of every whimper and moan of pleasure you had to offer him. Your walls were clamping around nothing.
And he fucking loved it.
Your hand shook as you took one his hands out of your shirt, and put it between your legs. "Your fingers, please," was all you could manage to say.
"Always such a pathetic slut for my fingers," Scaramouche taunted in your ear. Unbuttoning your pants, his hand slid down into your panties. You grinded needily into his fingers, seeking any kind of friction from them. "Is this what you want, hm?" His thumb rubbed agonizingly slow circles on your throbbing clit.
Your hand flew to his wrist. "Please, Scara, please..wanna cum on your fingers.." You moved his fingers against your entrance. You cried out when he flicked your clit harshly, your knees nearly buckling.
"Quiet, whore," He hissed, plunging his fingers inside of you. He hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, scissoring your walls apart when they clenched around his fingers.
You rocked your hips into his fingers, his other hand continued to play with your nipple. "You better start begging if you want to cum," He bite down into your neck again, increasing the pace of his fingers. "Fucking cry to cum for me."
The pleas poured shamelessly from your mouth. "Can I please suck on your fingers after I cum? Pretty please? I promise I'll be a good girl and cum hard all over them," Pleasure stung hot behind your eyes, his fingers kissing consistently into your sweet spot.
"You want to cum like a fucking slut, hm?" His cock ached and throbbed to be buried inside of you. "You want me to fuck you senseless? Stuff your whore cunt full of my cum?"
"Yes, yes, please!" You cried out, tears falling from your eyes. From the way you were clenching tight from his degradation while he fucked his fingers into you, Scaramouche could tell you were close.
"Be a doll and cum for me, then," He soothed his tongue over the inflamed skin on your neck. The thrill of making you cum on command, squirting all over his fingers nearly made cum right then and there.
The fucked out expression in your eyes when he turned you around, and pushed his fingers harshly into your mouth was exquisite. The look of adoration for him deepened as he made you choke on his fingers.
Gojo Satoru is a menace.
You love your husband, really you do, but you have never met anyone more unwilling to do chores than him.
The only way you can convince him is if you use his one (known) weakness against him.
“I folded a shirt!” Gojo exclaims proudly, setting it on top of the pile. “That’s worth two kisses.”
You roll your eyes as he puckers his lips for you in anticipation. You throw a pair of his boxers at his head, and he peeks from one eye to glare at you.
“You promised me kisses in exchange for helping you to fold the laundry,” he pouts, “even though I’m exhausted from work, and my muscles are aching, and I think my back is-”
You slam your lips against his, effectively shutting him up as he groans appreciatively, hands roaming until they rest on the small of your back, pulling you closer. He grins into the kiss and you can’t help but smile back.
“This isn’t fair Satoru.” you pout against his lips. “I’m tired from work too but you’re making me help with your chores.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t resist my charms.” he replies, trying (and failing) to send a flirty wink your way.
You respond by throwing another article of clothing at him. He looks comical with a pair of bright pink thongs on top of his head.
He plucks them off, staring at the underwear in confusion before he smirks suggestively at you.
“You tryna tell me something?” he asks, waving them in front of you.
You snatch it off of him, unimpressed.
“If you don’t hurry up and finish this, you won’t be getting any more kisses, nevermind anything tonight.” you threaten, giving him a pointed look.
He pretends to zip his mouth shut, and throws away the key, grabbing another shirt to start folding. You guys manage to finish the pile of laundry in comfortable silence without another hitch.
He really is a menace you think — but watching him hum happily as he stands next to you, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cum☺️
a/n: 😞😞😞
cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+
gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.
“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”
but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.
you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,
you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.
no panties underneath either, just how he liked.
“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”
“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,
he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.
“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,
each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”
he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,
barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.
“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.
his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.
“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”
gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.
just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—
he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.
“mhm— listen to it, baby,”
he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—
and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.
“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”
moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.
so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,
just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—
his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.
he can’t wait to look at it later.
i bet gojo loves to tease the fuck out of you, he’d probably hold off on putting his cock inside you til you’re shaking and begging, he’d rub his leaky tip all over your clit, hold your thighs closed and fucks them til you’re crying for him to put it inside
wOW
cw: f! reader, unprotected, mean gojo, dirty talk, 18+
gojo staring at you— being so mean by mimicking your pout on his lips, his leaky swollen tip just brushing up against your now neglected folds, he tilts his head before swiping it back and forth against you— making you shiver. “. . . ohhh, what‘s with that look, do you want me to finish?”
you‘re so whiney, just a few seconds ago his sloppy mean hips were just driving and thrusting into you— you were chasing your orgasm that was yet to come before he abruptly pulls out, painting part of the opening of your cunt with spurts of his cum. “p-ple—”
“awww, sorry angel, i don‘t know what that means,” he shrugs, and smiles to himself— seeing you grow frustrated, desperate even, he‘s just swiping his tip that leaked and leaked with such ropes of his seed, it was minimal— yet he just kept swiping his tip against your pussy, so close to just sink inside, yet he pulls it back—
then in— over and over and you’re just needy, he finds it cute with the way you try to move your hips but he squeezes your thigh, clicking his tongue. “hey, stop tryin’ to fuck me. i’ll finish when you speak proper sentences.” he grins.
“s—satoru,” you‘d babble, your head goes back as your back‘s laid against the sofa, your thighs ached, embarrassingly enough— your mouth starts to water from the inside, just imagining gojo finishing inside—
swallowing up his warmth with your pussy, it made a moan leave your lips and he only chuckles.
“yes baby,” he‘d coo— and now, he starts to smack his tip against your slick wet entrance, you start whining once he uses a rough hand to spread open your folds a bit—
teasingly rubbing a thumb against your throbbing clit before moving his fat leaky tip against it to watch your eyes roll back in pure want— just your lewd facial expressions alone were enough to turn him on. “ooooh, i know, girl . . like that don‘t you?”
the pout never leaves your face— your hips just stuttered from underneath him, and gojo’s staring at you, panting a bit, muscles tensing and contracting through his tight fitted tank, strands of his white hair raced down his eyes and he hums cockily— “if you just talk to me without stuttering, i‘ll give you what i want.”
there was such smugness in his tone— you weren’t even looking at him but could feel the haughty sneer that spreads against his glossed pink lips.
“. . i—”
“. . you—” he fake pouts, eyebrows furrowing playfully, awaiting your answer, and he moves his cock‘s attention towards your plush thighs, a near purr leaves his lips as he‘s just throbbing— his tip was a bright splotch of pink mixed with his cum that started to run near the sides—
a few slim veins coated down his shaft, his base with a few white colored specks of bodily hair before he dramatically sighs. “maybe you don‘t want me to finish. can’t even talk right. what a shame. and i was looking forward to ruining this sloppy pussy for a little while longer, hmpf.”
you wish you could have smacked him— his entire voice dripped with such condescending arrogance, he was cocky—
yet knew you wanted him to just fuck you, he’s wasting so much time it makes you dizzy. “just fuck me, satoru.” you glared— yet a mere whimper escapes your throat shortly afterwards.
“nuh-uh lose the fucking attitude,” he teases, and the way he makes his voice purposely lower makes your pathetic cunt twitch— he‘s wriggling his eyebrows as he speaks, before he brings a rude spank to your cunt, making your body react in such desire and crave for more—
you jolt a bit in such pleasure as your thighs nearly squeeze together. “pretty please fuck me satoru,” and then he pauses to swipe a tongue seductively across his lips. “or you’re not gonna get shit from me with a slick mouth like that, heheh sorry.”
so annoying— you bit down on your lip as he shares such intimate eye contact with you, and you’re breathing under your nose before you finally speak, sounding way too needy for your own good, “um . . please— pretty please fuck me, satoru.”
“good girl,” he praises, leaning in to kiss you but stops— and you whine once he pauses, only to feel him suddenly slip inside, he stretched you instantly and you gasp, a mewl leaving your lips once your arms wrap around him—
and like that he’s balls deep again, having your thighs a mess with own cum, before he drags a tongue against your neck. “fuckkk, now— lets see how quick i can make you cum before you get all stupid on me again, princess.”
gojo pushing our pelvis region making us feel how deep in our guts he is and whispering “this is where your weak spot is, right?”
WOW
cw ; f! reader, size kink, dumbfication, praise, missionary, 18+
gojo‘s staring at you— a breathy pant leaves his lips and he‘s heaving, his mind‘s racing and racing as he‘s staring at you, he‘s been fucking you for hours—
he couldn‘t help it, the way you just gripped and squelched around him drove him to complete and utter insanity. he’s just buried balls deep, his hips were just so mean, smacking and smacking against you until you were seeing straight black and white—
flickers of darkened colors in the very back of your skull.
“don‘t cum on me just yet, pretty,” he groans— his base just thwacking against you, he‘s making your poor legs just twitch and jerk and jolt all against him— his body heat‘s so warm, gojo kept on his black fitted shirt— boxers, sage-colored boxers lazily pulled down near his pelvic bone— it was unintentionally sexy, all for a quick fuck.
“i— i have to—” you whined, feeling yourself grow closer and closer towards your jittery release.
yet that‘s when gojo pauses his hips— stuttering in the process before leaning directly close to you, he was half a thrust in before he pushes his body weight all against your core— reaching a big hand towards your tummy before lightly pressing down on it. “. . . ohhhh,” he hums, a smug grin shining on his lips once he watches you attempt to make him fuck you— and gojo‘s eyes stared down before rubbing a hand right against near that spot before muttering in a near raspy playful tone, “this is where your weak spot is, rightttt?”
“s—satoru— just . . . fuckkk me—” you babbled, and he was such a tease— stuffed in your sweet cunt, one single thrust and you’d be a dumb stuttering mess all over again.
“heheh . . when you talk to me like that, sorry.” he chortles, taking his length out— and you whimper, feeling him start to smother his own cum against your folds—
your soaked throbbing folds, and he starts slapping it against you, making you let off an irritated hiss, and he groans underneath his breath, “talk to me nice, girl.”
“but—”
“. . . oh! well— guess you don‘t want— eh, how do you whine my name again?” and he pauses before changing his voice to mock your tone, “s-satoruuuuu, hehe. don‘t want satoru to make you cum, yeah? well . . that‘s fine by me, princess,” gojo pitches his voice high this time—
raising his eyebrows and that same coy expression grows on his face— he was teasing you, teasing your insides, teasing your pussy.
“p—please,” you spat, the way he just slapped and smacked his swollen pulsating tip against your cunt made you bite your lip—
your heart started to race, grabbing onto his beefy arms and the both of you maintain direct eye contact. he raises an eyebrow as if he‘s telling you to keep talkin’. you mewled a pathetic, “please— make me c-cum . . . satoru—” choking on your own sweetness overload.
“fuckkk— mhm . . that‘s more like it,” he huffs out with a sneer, leaning in to give you a sloppy kiss— instinctively, your frail shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your tongue went and brushed and collided against his—
gojo‘s scattered strands of hair tickled the very skin of your forehead— your breath gets caught in your throat and you gasp, his hips drive into you again—
so deep, you feel like you’re floating. “messy—” he breaks away from the kiss to pepper another near the side of your mouth. “messy fuckin’ baby. that‘s all you are isn‘t it?” and he leans up close to you, watching you moan—
nearly creaming down his shaft before he brings a hand on your head, making you nod before dumbing down his voice, his entire tone lowering and pitching— condescendingly,
“. . . oh, i know. my dumb good girl, yeah,”
°˖➴ when your baby …— (JJK MEN)
જ⁀➴ featuring: nanami kento, kamo choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru and gojo satoru.
જ⁀➴ word count: 2,6k
જ⁀➴ tags: fluff, pregnancy, birth, babies, domestic jjk men, they're all your husbands, them being perfect.
જ⁀➴ note: not proofread, some of these are a bit unrealistic, but keep in mind that it's fiction and i don't have a baby.
°˖➴ when your baby smiles for the first time: [nanami kento]
Birth was a blessing in itself, but having a partner as supportive as Kento made everything worth it, down to the sleepless nights you have been spending trying to get used to your baby’s constant need to be cuddled, fed and taken care of. You were frustrated, it was pretty evident by the tears welling up in your eyes every two seconds along with how you simply refused to be near anyone but your baby and Kento. Thankfully, he was always the one coaxing you to get out of the bed and sit on the balcony, have a full meal and relax while he took care of the baby.
On the outside, it seemed as though Kento had everything under control, and that nothing could affect him as long as you were okay. He never cried when you did (beside when he held the baby for the first time), and he made sure to validate your every frustration and fear, all while telling you that everything will be okay.
Which brings us to this moment, with both of you sitting on the couch with your baby on his lap. One of your favorite things about these nights was that Kento never skipped them and always made sure to play with your baby for a bit before helping you put her to bed. Even when he was incredibly exhausted.
Kento rocked your baby back and forth, enjoying the happy and curious noises leaving your daughter’s mouth. Your husband’s pointer was gently tracing her face, humming a soft tune about how adorable she was all while helping her be more aware of her body.
“And those are your eyes,” his tired voice came out. “And this is your nose,” accompanied with a boop, “and those are your precious cheeks,” a laugh escaped his lips when your daughter seemed to try to escape from the ticklish feeling of his finger and you chuckled at the scene. Your happiness was so contagious that your daughter’s lips twitched and a giggle escaped her lips.
“Oh,” Kento paused his movements but it only seemed to make your daughter giggle even more. “Look at you,” a smile broke on your husband’s face and he leans down to brush his nose against hers. “Is daddy your favorite comedian already?” And the louder her giggles got, the harder it was for your husband to contain his own laughter. He throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, and when he leans back down towards your baby girl, her smile only gets bigger and bigger.
You bring your legs up to your chest and watch the scene unfold with a heart full of love and adoration for your husband and the human being you both created. And when Nanami notices your silence, he supports his baby girl’s head with one hand and reaches his free hand towards your leg to caress it.
“Are you okay, darling?” To which you flash him with a smile that Kento could only describe as one that filled his heart to the brim.
“Never been better.”
°˖➴ when your baby first rolls over: [kamo choso]
You were well aware of how anxious and easily nervous your husband could get. Throughout your entire pregnancy, you were never allowed to be even a foot away from him. On a normal day, you would’ve asked for personal space, but lucky Choso, your pregnancy hormones seemed to make you even more attached to him.
Now that your baby boy was here, all of that anxiety and nervousness was doubled. Instead of worrying about one person and a bump, Choso had to make sure you and your baby were both okay all while trying not to tire himself to stay awake for you two. Night feeds were usually his favorite time of the day, despite your tired self and the sleepiness on your face, watching you try to hold your baby while feeding him always made him lean towards you and press a kiss to your forehead.
Your baby was about three months old when Choso started becoming even more involved with diaper and outfit changing. Not that he didn’t want to at the beginning, you were always far too nervous to let him do anything unsupervised. Your baby was currently on the bed while his father reached for the outfit that he laid out for him. And while Choso was always super careful, you had called out his name before walking into the room and so he turns his head to the door and is confused when you’re wide eyed and staring at the bed.
“What?”
“Look- the baby, Choso!” He turns to stare at his son and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that his son had fully rolled over and was now on his stomach. Your husband doesn’t say a thing as your baby makes noises, almost complaining to you both that he wasn’t seeing you and that his muscles were still too weak to support his head, so Choso rolls him on his back and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“…don’t you think it’s too soon for him to try to leave mid-conversation?”
“Baby,” you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”
“He’s moving too quickly! What do you mean he was able to roll over?” Your husband complains and he slowly dresses up your son.
“It just means our baby is healthy and functioning well.”
“Yeah,” Choso says softly before picking up your baby. “Our baby.”
°˖➴ when your baby starts crawling: [fushiguro toji]
Toji always thought that he didn’t deserve a second chance at life. He simply thought it was too late to start over, that was until he met you and you made him realize that ‘too late’ didn’t really have a place in your dictionary. You made him experience everything all over again; from falling in love to raising two healthy babies along with Megumi and Tsumiki. You gave him a second chance at being a father all while helping him fix his relationship with his kids.
You always made sure to help Tsumiki and Megumi with their homework while Toji stayed with your baby boy and baby girl. He would sit on the floor and watch as they struggled to even hold up their heads and try to reach for him.
“Come on now, I know you can do it,” Toji held the toy your baby boy was whining to his father to give him, and your husband was very stubborn about what his kids were capable of. Tsumiki and Megumi were already excelling at different sports and even academically, and despite you trying to convince your husband that your babies were only six months old, he wouldn’t listen.
Shifting his attention from his son to his daughter, he reaches for the toy in her hands and slowly takes it away from her. He watches as a pout forms on her lips and her eyes get teary almost immediately, and Toji has never believed in mother instinct as much as right now, because you burst out of the study room at the same time as your baby girl crying.
“Toji,” your disappointed tone as you walked towards the scene made the man turn back towards his babies.
“I just think they should be crawling by now.”
“They need time baby,” you step behind him and look over your baby girl who was trying to rub her teary eyes. “You can try by setting it in front of her, then she can try reaching for it.”
Your husband does as he is told and completely forgets about his son’s toy. Too focused on getting your daughter to move towards her toy, he fails to notice his son slowly crawling towards him to retrieve the small item sitting next to him but you do.
“Oh!” your gasp catches your husband’s attention and he immediately notices his son. “Come on baby! Good job!” Toji doesn’t waste time and turns back towards your daughter, gently coaxing her into moving towards her toy.
“Come on baby girl, come on,” it is very rare for Toji to be smiling so softly but whenever he was with his kids, his cheeks would end up hurting him from smiling too much.
Your daughter’s attention quickly shifts towards the person that walks out of the study room, and when her eyes fall on Megumi, a giggle escapes her lips and she starts moving towards her older brother. You and Toji watch in awe as Megumi sits cross legged on the floor and talks very softly to his baby sister, words of encouragement leaving his lips as your baby girl stops a couple of times and whines at the difficult task at hand.
“Just a bit more, come on,” But once in Megumi’s arms, the boy holds her carefully before walking back towards you and his dad. Toji stands up with his younger son in his arms before patting Megumi’s head.
“Good job, boy. You did well.” To which Megumi responds to with a shy nod before handing you his baby sister.
Moments like these sure made it feel like everything in life was worth it.
°˖➴ when your baby says their first word: [geto suguru]
You never knew you could fall in love twice until you saw your husband become a father to your beautiful baby girls. Not only was he supportive, which was obviously the bare minimum, he still managed to be present for all three of his girls at the same time. The girls were obsessed with their father, and rightfully so, but something you truly admired about your husband was that he made sure to include himself during their play time.
And despite your attempts at convincing him that play time meant playing with dolls and plushies, Suguru was adamant on teaching his little girls very interesting words that had their tiny eight month old brains almost short circuit.
“Sugu, easy there. They can’t possibly know what pontificate means.” You say followed with a low chuckle, watching as the man sat down on the floor with his legs spread wide open for his two girls to sit in the space there and glance at the book their father was holding.
“My girls are smart like their parents,” your husband says with a serious look on his face. “I need their first words to be something smart, something big…”
“I need something that screams Beyoncé,” you say jokingly and your husband shoots you a playful glare.
“Be serious.”
You squat in front of your baby girls and it immediately shifts their attention from the book Suguru was holding and you smile at that. You instinctively open your arms and wait for them to crawl towards you, but instead one of the girls looks back at Suguru and waits for him to look down at her.
“Mama,” your little girl turns to her sister before staring at you and starts crawling towards you and your jaw almost touches the floor.
“Did you just say mama?”
“Mamama,” your other daughter mimics her sister and tries to escape Suguru’s hold, but he catches her in his arms and his happiness seems to be a lot more obvious than yours.
“Yeah baby, that’s mama! She said mama, did you hear that?” You grab your baby girl who was crawling towards you and grin at your husband.
“Didn’t you say you wanted their first word to be something big?”
“You’re their everything, so it is something big.” There was no doubt that you picked the right person to father your children.
°˖➴ when your baby starts walking: [gojo satoru]
You’ve always known that your baby was going to be as hyper as Satoru. Ever since he was in the womb, your baby would not stop moving and kicking, it even resulted in him almost wrapping the umbilical cord around his neck but thankfully, the birth went great and he came out as healthy as ever.
Despite being so sure that the baby would be a carbon copy of his father, your baby boy ended up taking your every facial feature. Satoru couldn’t deny that he wished his baby had his white hair, but something about having a second human looking exactly like you melted his heart. But that was literally the only thing the baby had about you, just the looks. Because God, was he an active baby.
He was holding his head up and rolling on his stomach faster than you had expected, and since Satoru loved to test his boy’s limits, your baby ended up crawling soon after. Not even two months later, your baby was saying his first words and all you could do was nod and smile as people told you how unique your baby was, and a part of you could only wish that you would shelter him from all the attention he was getting. But he was a Gojo, and stuff like this was bound to happen.
But the moment your husband noticed your discomfort, he immediately stopped accepting people when they asked to come over. He was excited to become a father, but it wouldn’t be the same if it meant robbing you of the same place that was supposed to bring you comfort.
And apparently, only he could keep up with his son’s hyper self. Crawling from corner to corner, squealing in excitement and tossing his toys around, Satoru even encouraged his son to grab onto the couch and crawl around the space that was heavily baby-proofed.
“Ah, you’re so eager to walk, aren’t you?” Satoru teases his son as he tries to hold onto the couch and stand up. With a little bit of support on his bum, your baby managed to stand up but freezes there and turns his head to the side where his father was staring at him.
“What, are you scared? It’s not so fun anymore, hm?” Your husband teases your son who seems to be taking his father’s words not very well. He pouts and rests his head on the couch, refusing to look at his dad and Satoru laughs out loud.
“Come on, I was only joking, you’re good at everything just like your dad.” You eventually walk down the stairs and you raise an eyebrow at your pouting eleven month old son.
“What did you do?” you immediately pin the blame onto your husband who gasps and puts a hand on his chest.
“I didn’t do anything!” He pats your son’s bum as your baby’s wobbly legs try to move him around the couch and towards you. “He stood up and got scared, and I found it funny.”
“Oh baby,” you squat down to your baby’s level and reach out your hands to grab him. “Papa is so mean, isn’t he?”
“Am not,” Satoru rolls his eyes but he watches as your son reaches the end of the couch and hesitates to let go. You lock eyes with your baby, and your husband thinks it’s a beautiful example of mothers and babies silently communicating, because no words were exchanged yet your baby knew to trust you completely.
He doesn’t fall into your arms but instead, he pushes himself away from the couch and takes a very small step towards you. You try not to gasp in surprise, and you wait as he takes another step—then another, and another before falling in your embrace and both you and Satoru are wide eyed and surprised at what just happened.
“He just—“
“He walked!” Your husband jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your baby in his arms. “My son is one of a kind! I’m telling you, he will win a nobel prize—“
Satoru always found a way to be excited about any of his son’s milestones.
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