Crayon Grapes for Carri

After a sweet day with him, he decided to make it sweeter…

A little too sweet.

Nsfw, mdni

Today was Gojo's day off, and it was also your anniversary together, so Gojo decided to do something a little more than what he usually does during his days off with you.

“Baby,” a warm whisper caressed your ear, “What do you wanna do today first?” He lazily asked you. Cuddled together in bed, with you laid on top of his bare chest. The warm sunlight seeped through the curtains. Gojo's face fell softly after he questioned, with a dreamy glow meeting your tired eyes. “Hm?” A timid hum met his ears, you have just woken up, and with your brain still half-asleep, it was all you could mutter…

He let out a sweet chuckle, amused by the reply. “You're still sleepy, huh?” A kiss landed on your nose, earning a warm giggle from you. “I've had something planned for today…” His face inches closer to yours, “So which one would you wanna do first?” The way his blue eyes gazed at your lips then back up to look in your hooded eyes sent butterflies fluttering at your stomach. “Stop looking at me with those pretty eyes, tell me what you want.” He purred, slightly pouting with his words, “Alright, Alright…” You finally gave in, wrapping your arms around his torso, enclosing him in your warm embrace.

“So, what have you got planned?”

“Well, I was thinking we head to the mall, then to the dessert shops you really like, then…” His voice slowly dropped low, dragging the last word with intent. Hinting at mystery, at anticipation…

“And then?”

“...And then maybe a little treat for you.” A charming smirk tugged at his lips, teasing you with all the joy in his heart. You felt him shift from underneath you, with your heart skipping a beat the moment he rolled you over, his body now hovering above yours. A faint blush tinted your burning cheeks, seeing him on top of you, with his messy white locks decorating his face handsomely—it made your heart flutter with warmth.

“Now, up, ‘cause we've got a day to spend, sweetheart.”

With a firm tug, he pulled you off the bed, his hand entangling with your as he guided you to the shower.

—---

The day spent with Gojo was a memorable experience—the loud laughing, the playful teasing, and the romantic reminiscing of how the previous years have passed, it was an anniversary you'd always keep in your heart. He brought you to the boutiques you've always wanted to go to—even the one you hadn't told him about. He paid for the things you had eyes for, no matter how low or high the price was, he'd always hand you his card. Gojo took you to try out the desserts you've always craved, and he'd always buy extra to bring home in case you wanted more.

Gojo Satoru was a man of charisma and charm, a man that knows how to do you right, and when to do it. So when it comes to making you feel special, you know he won't disappoint—ever.

The door to your shared room clicked open. Shoes were kicked off, the shopping bags were dropped down, and the two of you were glad to finally breathe in the quiet peace of your home.

“I hope you aren't too tired yet,” You heard his voice echo from the walk-in closet at the corner of your room. “I'm still looking forward to giving you your little treat.”

When you saw his tall figure step out—with some of the buttons of his dress shirt slightly undone, and his hands behind his back, hiding something so cheekily. “What're you even trying to hide…?” You questioned out of pure amusement from his antics.

You were left speechless when he revealed a can of whipped cream, with a smug look on his face as he took in your reaction. “I remembered how you've been wanting to try it, and being the thoughtful darling that I am, why not grant you your fantasy.”

Your fatigue faded, now replaced by the sheer burn of excitement and anticipation. His words fell sweetly on to your ears, with every thud of his foot, his slow steps bring him closer, and closer to you. You felt your heart skip a beat as the atmosphere suddenly grew warmer. With his face now inches away from yours, he closes the distance and plants a passionate kiss onto your lips, sharing the burning heat that engulfs his whole body.

He sets the canister down the bed, freeing his hands to undo his belt and frantically pull his pants down. Your shared kiss grew intensely, with his tongue now breaching your mouth, devouring each moan that came out of you like a starved man. “On your knees…” Gojo muttered in between kisses, “On your knees, baby, please…” He repeated, his plea sounding more desperate. You replied with a hum against his lips, trailing kisses from his lips down to the crook of his neck, then to his chest. Igniting the flame a little hotter with every touch. You dropped down to your knees, in-between his legs, where you lifted your head to glimpse at his burning face, red from his scorching desire to witness you devour him down.

“Satoru…” Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxers. A clear print of his aching bulge strained against the fabric. You nuzzled his hard cock, teasing him painfully with the tip of your nose. He immediately reached for the canister tossed to the side, popping the lid off with his teeth. “On it, darling.” He obeyed your pleas in an instant, pulling down his boxers. His restrained cock springed free, with his length standing up firmly. He shook the can, aligning it with the head and then he sprayed the white foamy cream, coating his tip with sweet frosting.

Never have you thought about tasting your beautiful boyfriend like this—splayed and sweetened just for you.

The wet warmth of your tongue pressed against the base of his long shaft, trailing up to taste his sweetened tip. The sensation left him weak, leaning back against the bed with his elbows propping him up.

What a view he was…

Your tongue lapped around the head, savoring his salty-sweet taste. The flavor was addicting—the sugar mixed with the saline aftertaste made you ecstatic. His head was now buried deep in your throat, with his gasps now growing into delicious moans as you take more of him. “Fuck… Baby, just like that—hm…” He groaned in approval, thrusting up to meet your mouth.

The room was growing intensely hot. Sweat was beading on your forehead, Gojo was gasping for air, and the atmosphere smelled of unadulterated lust and arousal.

His heart was hammering against his chest, his cheeks flushed from the sight of you greedily swallowing him whole. “Don’t look so pretty now, doll…” He purred under his breath, his voice laced with raw carnal desire, “...or I might just finish quicker than expected—ahh..!” In one motion, your mouth sank down on him, taking every inch into you, with his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you choke slightly. “Ah—! Hah…yes, yess…” His moans were growing more erotic with every pump—with your tongue caressing the underside of his cock, tracing every vein, hungrily sucking the sweet-salty delight of his length—he was losing his senses.

Clawing at the sheets, he clutched his fists tightly as he braced himself. His cock was twitching, as waves of pleasure ripple through his body with the way you bury your face in between his thighs.

Shit… you were too good, and he was too delectable to be eaten gracefully now…

You adjusted your position to bury him deeper inside your throat and drive him into climax. Reaching his sensitive spot, right at the base of his length, your tongue sending a shock of pure pleasure up his spine, through every nerve in his body. “oh—god…! Hmm…” He was aching for release, with every involuntary thrust he gave, meeting your lips in sloppy successions, he was needing to empty it all inside you in one powerful burst.

“Baby—oh baby, I'm close… shit—I'm so close.” He desperately whimpers, the knot in his stomach growing tighter every second his cock is bathed in the warmth of your slick throat. His hips bucked wildly against your lips, messily moaning your name, choking on the pleasures of being sucked by you. With one last blow, and a guttural groan that vibrated through his body, he spills inside of you, hot, thick, ropes of pure ecstacy coated your throat, his cock pulsing from the heavy release.

“Hah…” He breathes out, his mind still hazy from pure bliss. Once he gained enough composure, he pushed himself up, cupping your perfectly messy face, from the sloppiest head you’ve given him.

Qifrey × witch!reader

Fluff, intimacy, parental figures, Husband material!Qifrey, you guys are kinda dating

(Un)fortunately, it rained—⁠☆

The rain poured heavy, and unfortunately, you were harvesting fruit miles away from your atelier. Luckily, Qifrey's atelier isn't far, so you decided to make a run for it—arriving there drenched. “Miss,” Coco lifted the folded clothes up to you, “Here are professor’s clothes while we dry your things.” You replied with a nod, “Thanks, Coco. I'll go change, okay?”

After changing, you sat, waiting for your belongings. “Dear, the children did a great job in—” Qifrey stood there in the doorway, mesmerized by the sight of you wearing his clothes. “My, my… What a sight you are, my darling.”

Tired already, huh?—⁠☆

Strolling in the Kalhn market, you, alongside Qifrey, decided to take both your students out to shop for new supplies. While the children are out dragging Qifrey around, you sit on a bench to rest. “Hm, I wonder what you did to be this tired already…” Qifrey hummed, sitting beside you. You rested your head against his shoulder, “I’m sorry…” You whispered tiredly. Closing your eyes, you felt his head drop on top of yours, the both of you falling asleep.

“Huh…? Were we really that tiring for them?” Tetia voiced out amongst the children gawking at their sleeping teachers.

Just looking out—⁠☆

Your student's exam was today, together with Agott’s, Qifrey's apprentice. You and your child arrived earlier, with Qifrey and Agott following shortly. While the children were taking instructions from the proctor, you noticed the crooked hat on the witch beside you. You reached up in front of him to fix it, earning a soft, appreciative smile from him. With a few nudges, you managed to straighten it, a satisfied smile sitting on your face.

It was replaced by a flustered one when a kiss landed on your forehead, “Thank you for always looking out for me, love…” Qifrey warmly praised.

Synopsis: You moved into your new atelier, embarking on a quest to find students who pursue the mastery of magic and to fulfill a motive that drove you to do it all.

Qifrey × witch!reader, Qifrey × fem!reader, fluff, first meeting, housewarming, reader just moved in

Stepping out of your new atelier, the fresh breeze of the grassy meadow met you in with a warm welcome—the new witch who moved into the fields, out to teach the wonders of her own magic. It was a bright morning, with birds chirping off the distance. The house sits empty, with the boxes still unopened. You let out a sigh, with the whole day to dedicate only to tidying and putting all of your furniture and things in place. With a huff of dedication and perseverance, you started to get to it.

Opening the boxes, pushing the cupboards, placing the jars and pots on the shelves, hanging the dried herbs—and the kitchen's done…

Wiping the table, setting the chairs, sweeping the floors, laying down the rugs—and living room’s set…

Heavy footsteps took you up to the bedrooms, standing right outside the door of the first room, you twist the doorknob open, revealing a spacious quarter, with a study area and beds for two. A warm smile crept up your face, leaning against the door frame, you pictured your students playing, running around, laughing, all with the joy in the world.

“Baby steps—baby steps and we'll get there…”

You hummed softly in the air, pushing yourself off the door frame, heading into the room to start cleaning and setting it down.

Fluffing the cushions, wiping down the windows, patting down the fresh sheets, fixing up the desks—and the bedrooms are finished…

You plopped down the table, exhaling out exhausted breaths. Putting the house together in a day was a huge chore for a single witch, but you made it through and with that, you deserve a little celebration. A fancy meal, perhaps? An early rest, per chance? Maybe a night at the market? Ideas flood your mind, making it hard to decide what you should do for your first day of successfully moving in.

And then a knock on your door…

visitors…!? Right at a time where I look like a complete mess!? You've got to be kidding me…!

You immediately jolted up and off of your seat, rushing straight to the basin to wash your face, tie your hair properly, and smooth out your clothes.

Stopping right by a mirror, you fix yourself for one final time… running towards the door to open it. With a click, you were met with a charming smile from a witch, along with the bright faces of his apprentices—welcoming you as their neighbor.

“We've heard about a new witch in town, so we suppose it's only right to greet them with a warm welcome.” The dulcet voice paired with his soft smile—made the surroundings glow a little brighter, and your heart beat a little faster. “Yes, yes! And we also made you focaccia! It's really delicious, miss! Try it, try it!” The adorable, pink-haired girl raised the ceramic pan higher towards you, with the elder witch gently lifting the pan off the little girl's hands and towards yours, “Take it, please… it took a lot of effort for my students to perfect this, just for you.” The gesture almost made you wince right then and there, your cheeks growing warm with his softly spoken words.

Your hands stretched out to receive the pan. The witch handed it to you, with his fingers intentionally grazing your hand gently. You held the ceramic firmly, trying to hold yourself back from blushing too harshly. “You might wanna drink some water too, lady, looks like your cheeks are burning up too much.” Your body slightly jolted up in shock—with embarrassment crawling up your face—upon hearing the dark-haired child's remark.

“What—what?” It was all you could mutter, with your head in shambles, and your thoughts a mess, could you really form a coherent sentence at this time? “Agott! You can't talk about when a person is blushing! It's rude!” The pink-haired girl retorted, “I think miss looks cute when blushing!” Another girl commented—a golden-haired kid, hiding right behind the older witch's robe, “I agree with Coco.” A monotone voice followed, from a blue-haired girl to the side. The four children continued bickering on about your flushed state, pointing out the obvious redness tinting your cheeks.

Right in front of him, huh?

“I apologize for my students, they are still children,” The soft apology snapped your attention back to the man in front of you, “I’m Qifrey,” He said shortly, “Qifrey, the witch, at your service, madame.” You replied with a polite nod, engraving his name into your mind.

Qifrey…

“These are my apprentices,” He turned to face the children, who have now quiet down in their little banter about your face. “The sharped-tongued one, Agott.” He pointed to the one with the short, dark hair, then the one with the long, pink hair, “The bubbly one, Tetia.” After her, he turned to the blue-haired girl standing on the side, “The quiet one, Richeh.” His gaze then fell to the child standing right beside him, the one with the golden hair, “And the most passionate one about magic, Coco.”

A smile tugged on your lips upon hearing the name.

There you are, Coco.

So, you're Qifrey’s apprentice, hm?

Good to know.

Word spread quickly about an outsider who had accidentally discovered magic and had become a witch. It wasn’t her fault the word broke out even to the farthest of nations; an outsider? A witch? It covered the newsletters and flooded the headlines. The widespread controversy caught your attention and sparked your curiosity—one that wants more than the full story, one that asks the most difficult questions, and demands the sharpest answers.

Your attention snapped back to reality, your mind registering their names as you nod slowly in acknowledgement.

Agott… Tetia… Richeh… And Coco…

“Agott, Tetia, Richeh, and Coco,” You witnessed the children’s eyes lit as their names were being called softly. Your eyes trail up to meet his gaze, saying his name with as much endearment, “…and Qifrey. Nice to meet you all.” You warmly greeted them, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, my lady.” Qifrey replied sweetly.

The dreamlike atmosphere between the two of you broke when you heard Agott’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, “Teacher, you shouldn’t talk to her like that. She’s turning red again.” The stern comment shattered your dreamy mood in a second. “We should probably head on our way,” Qifrey mildly chuckled, brushing Agott’s words off, “We’ll see you again tomorrow, miss.” He waved goodbye with a tilted head.

“See you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow… I’ll find my first student tomorrow.

I’ll be one step closer.

—from someone who likes sociopathic men

Qifrey x reader drabbles

Fluff, Husband material!Qifrey, comfort, reader insert

Your cup of tea～⁠♡

It was quiet and cold—a night wished for when one wants a rest—but, you lie awake, turning and shifting on your bed. There was only one that could help you with your insomnia, one that was the personification of a warm cup of tea themselves—Qifrey.

You walked the halls to his chambers, knocking on the door. With a creek, the door swung open, with Qifrey inviting you in.

There he held you, with his head above yours, nestling you in his arms. There he told stories—about fiction, about adventures. You slumbered deep, all because of this warm cup of tea.

Comfort amidst the storm～⁠♡

Tears trickled down your cheek, the memories suddenly flooding your mind. You crumbled, down into an aching mess.

Qifrey—who was nearby—quickly rushed, cradling you as your tears flowed. You began to stammer an explanation, “I—I didn't expect…” but he was quick to hush you, his hand caressing your arm, “It's not your fault, love… It's not…” His voice fell softly onto your ears. His dulcet words slowly lull your distress down.

And when the tears finally stopped, a kiss fell where your tears ran. “There, there… You alright now, my love?” He earned a sweet reply from you, “Never better…”

Something precious～⁠♡

You were at the fields playing with the littles ones, when suddenly you felt a hand tug you. “I have something precious to show you.”

Qifrey hurriedly dragged you, leading you and his students along to a grassy plain. He picks up a rock and walks off to the distance, crouching down as if he was… finishing a spell. In a blink, flowers blossomed across the field, painting the land with vibrant colors. You heard the children's gleeful cheers as they ran off to play.