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Your son was a carbon copy of his father. Same fluffy white hair, same bright blue eyes, same annoyingly perfect face. Your genes had taken one look at Gojo’s DNA, sighed, and given up completely.

And, of course, he had Limitless.

Which was why you walked into the backyard that Wednesday afternoon and found the two of them standing in the middle of the grass, looking far too proud of themselves.

Your son was hovering three centimeters above the grass, his tiny dark sunglasses perched proudly on his nose. They were completely unnecessary, of course, but he’d insisted on wearing them because Dad wore sunglasses too, and apparently that was enough reason. 

In front of him stood Satoru, looking like the world’s most irresponsible father as he casually tossed pebbles at his son, watching each one stop in midair before it could touch him with pure delight.

“See? Perfect!” Satoru said, grinning. “Now try walking forward while keeping it up. No breaking concentration. You’re not just strong, you’re untouchable. You’re better than most of the kids at—” 

“Satoru Gojo”

Both heads turned.

Satoru slowly looked over his shoulder, his smile already morphing into the unmistakable expression of a man who had just been caught doing something incredibly stupid and had decided charm was his only remaining defense.

“Hey, baby.” His grin widened. “You look beautiful today. It’s like the sun manifested in your face.”

You crossed your arms.

“You were throwing rocks at our son.”

“Supervised rocks.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“And you were about to tell him he’s better than most of the kids at school.”

“Well, that’s t—” Satoru stopped himself when he caught your glare. 

Your son looked between the two of you and decided to help.

“Dad said if I get really good at Infinity, even you won’t be able to catch me when I’m in trouble.”

Satoru closed his eyes like he was in physical pain.

“…Buddy. We talked about the timing of honesty.”

You pointed toward the house.

“Both of you. Inside. Time-out. Now.”

Satoru blinked. “Both of us?”

“Yes. You for turning Infinity into a ‘get out of trouble free’ card, and him for looking way too excited about it.”

Your son finally lowered himself onto the grass, his little sunglasses sliding down his nose.

“But I was doing really good...”

“Hallway. Wall. Ten minutes.”

“Moooooom—”

“Fifteen.”

They disappeared into the house.

Ten minutes later, you walked past the hallway and found them sitting side by side against the wall. Mini-Gojo was cross-legged on the floor, tiny sunglasses still perched on his nose like he was serving time in juvenile detention. Stupid-Gojo had his legs stretched out beside him.

They looked identical. Same pout. Same furrowed brows. Same deeply offended expression of two people who had apparently been wronged by the justice system.

Your son leaned toward his father and whispered, “Dad... is Mom really mad?”

Satoru glanced toward you before whispering back, “Furious. And she’s the strongest person in this house, so maybe don’t make eye contact.”

You cleared your throat.

Both heads snapped up at the same time. Satoru immediately put on his most innocent smile. “We were reflecting.”

Your son nodded solemnly. “A lot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what did you learn?”

Your son opened his mouth. Satoru shot him a warning look. But it was already too late. 

“That next time we should practice when mom’s at the store.”

Satoru dropped his head back against the wall with a groan.

You stared at them for a long second. Then you pointed at the wall again.

“Another fifteen minutes. Both of you.”

Mini-Gojo gasped. “Dad, you got us more time!”

“I regret teaching you how to talk.” Stupid-Gojo muttered under his breath.

They sat there in matching silence, matching white hair, matching blue eyes, matching punishment.

You walked away before either of them could see the smile you were fighting.

Behind you, there was a moment of silence. Then, very quietly:

“Dad?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Can Infinity get us out of time-out?”

Stupid-Gojo glanced down at Mini-Gojo. 

“...Technically.”

“Satoru.”

“I’M KIDDING.” 

You rolled your eyes and went back to whatever you’d been doing. It was only Wednesday. You sighed.

God help you.

gojo between work

MIYA ATSUMU SMAU

MIYA ATSUMU spends one night with you and writes an album about it.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: smau, strangers to lovers, band au, angst, hookups, mental health issues, suicide and self harm mentions, kys/kms serious and unserious, drinking, cigarettes, psych hospitals, warnings subject to change, mdni

TAGLIST: open, reply to this post to be added

PROLOGUE: and i would never want to

INTRODUCTIONS: god’s least favorites | hair of dog 5th gc

CHAPTER ONE: spit

CHAPTER TWO: the road behind your house

CHAPTER THREE: reach

CHAPTER FOUR: talk soft to me

CHAPTER FIVE: molars

CHAPTER SIX: dog’s song

CHAPTER SEVEN: bite back

CHAPTER EIGHT: bloom

CHAPTER NINE: what would you have said?

CHAPTER TEN: nerve

Lwk cooked so hard with the texture and rendering on the clothes just for it to be hard to see with the effects 🫩

(I did post this on tt under a different user)

˚.⋆꒰১ Alien!Gojo Is sooo sensitive during sex! ໒꒱⋆.˚

“Toru? Hey- hey look at me- Toru!” 

You cup his face as he writhes beneath you, sweating and whimpering as you’re currently completely sheathed on him. 

“I can get off okay? We can do this another time-“ 

A small distressed noise comes out in protest. 

“N-no! Ngh.. please.. d-don’t stop.. I-I can take it!” 

You furrow your brow with concern, watching as Satoru’s little scalp nubs start faintly  shifting all the colours of the rainbow. As you can probably tell, Alien!Gojo is overwhelmed. The feeling of being one with his master is simply too much for him to bare! His hard cock is twitching inside of you, nudging at your gummy walls while you lay on top of him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to soothe his unrest. 

“Shhh Toru… oh my baby..” 

Your fingers stroke his hair, one rubbing behind his ear as you press soft kisses along his jawline. Satoru can do nothing but let out high pitched moans and whines, desperately trying to hold it together so that he can last long enough to make you feel good. 

“M-master.. p-please.. I need to- I-i need to!” 

Unfortunately for you, while you want to be the doting, caring master for your beloved alien and stop despite his clear want to go on, you can’t help but get increasingly turned on by his neediness. Satoru’s lips are puffed and red from having been kissed for so long, his white hair messily splayed around his head and his eyes are shiny with tears of pleasure. You let out a conflicted groan, kissing him on the forehead before speaking again. 

“Are you sure baby?” 

You’re met with an immediate nod, his hands grasping at the hair behind your head as he braces himself for even more of this ecstasy.  You try to sit up, wanting to ride him properly however the grip he has on your hair makes it impossible to be more than a few inches away from his face. 

“Honey I need to-“ 

You’re cut off by his adamant whines.

“Don’t- ngh! Don’t go!” 

His eyes glisten up at you, and you can tell that amidst the tears of pleasure, there are also tears of fear. Fear that he won’t be able to satisfy you enough and eventually you’ll get tired of this, turning to another. Your heart aches at the thought of him having such concerns and you immediately go back to resting your forehead on his.  

“Just trust me, okay?”

You start to sit up again, but this time pulling him as well so that you’re both upright. He twitches with every movement and you can feel the way his veiny cock trembles inside of you.

“Okay… I’ll move from here then… bare with me, won’t you baby?” 

He nods eagerly as you shift your legs so they’re anchored properly in your sheets, hands lazily stroking through his hair. You start to grind slowly, with Satoru’s hands flying to your hips and palming at the soft flesh. As you pick up the pace, Satoru’s scalp nubs starts shifting between loving hues of pink and red. 

God, he’s so adorable..

You bring your fingers up to trace the little things protruding from his head, triggering another onset of whiny moans. He buries his face into your neck as you start moving your hips up and down, trembling with sensitivity. A small chuckle escapes your mouth as you bring Satoru’s face to your chest, where he nuzzles between your two breasts and presses soppy kisses around your sternum. 

“Ah.. you’re so needy Toru…” 

You whisper, squeezing down on his member and causing him to tense up, whimpering as he looks up at you with teary eyes. 

“M-Master.. I-if you do that I’ll-“ 

You interrupt him by tilting his chin up with your thumb and blessing his mouth with a heated kiss. Your tongue traces his bottom lip before moving inside and tangling with his. Soft whimpers come out of his mouth in response, the passion of the room heightened by the warm squelches of your pussy stroking his length.

“Oh Toru…” you whisper, kissing under his ear as you move your hips up and down. “I never imagined aliens could be so cute before I met you..” 

Your voice is dripping with aroused amusement, your eyes eagerly scanning over Satoru’s body. From the almost iridescent sweat on his forehead to the sheen of his sculpted torso and the filthy sight of your hips bouncing on his. 

However, while you think that you’ll easily finish after him, you forget that you’re not just bouncing on any cock. You’re bouncing on a cock from another planet. 

As Satoru’s hips start to buck and you feel his abs tense up, a vibrating sensation stirs inside you. You immediately hunch over, grasping at his shoulders as you realise that the sensation is Satoru.

That’s right! Alien!Gojo’s dick trembles like a vibrator when he’s about to cum!

“I’m s-s-sorry! I-it happens wh-when I’m close!” 

You let out a gasping moan, pushing his back onto the bed as you place your weight on top of him. 

“W-wow Toru-“ another strangled moan racks your speech as his member continues to tighten the knot in your stomach. “I didn’t know you were.. ngh- such a naughty thing…” 

You stare down at him while panting, nose brushing on his as you squeeze down on him, the pleasure skyrocketing. 

“N-no master! I-I can’t f-finish before you!” 

Shaking your head, you move your hips faster, cupping his face. 

“Then we’ll have to finish together, won’t we Toru?” 

You plant another searing kiss on his lips, moving faster and faster until both of you are convulsing from your shared orgasm. Both of you pant loudly as your chests brush each other. You try to draw out the pleasure by continuing small thrusts with your hips. Satoru moans softly, hands coming up to hold you close.

“Master..” he says, almost in reverence. 

“D-did I do good?” 

A smile plays on your lips as you kiss his forehead, rolling off of him and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

“You were amazing Toru…” 

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIISSS!! As a bottom in the core of my being, I can’t help but crave a subby man from time to time. ESPECIALLLYYU A WHEN ITS SUBBY GOJO!! I hope you feel the same way as I do about my baby that is Alien!Gojo. LOVE YOU ALLLL!! dividers by @cursed-carmine!

~Lumi

like no im not begging a grown ass man for dih and begging to be nutted in,, who IS THIS??

cw: MDNI, cursing, suggestiveness, reader refers to themselves as "mamas".

Thinking about how needy Alien!Gojo gets for you…

It’s not like you can take this big pet alien with naturally white hair, electric blue eyes and small glowing nubs on his head out in public. You can’t hire some babysitter or even ask one of your friends to watch him out of fear of him being taken away (which you would never admit you have) so you decide the best course of action is to leave him at home when you’re at work. This SEEMED like a good idea… except for how you didn’t anticipate what a needy thing that is Alien!Gojo.

“Satoru? I’m home!”

You call out when you come home, only to be met with silence. You step in curiously, wondering if he’s asleep until you hear the muffled sound of sobs coming from upstairs. Filled with concern, you drop your work bag on the floor and quickly discard your heels, scurrying up the stairs of your home. When you peek into where the sobs are coming from, you’re met with the site of a massive nest of clothes made on your bed, only a small tuft of white hair visibly peeking out the top of the shaky pile, and a faint blue glow emitting from it.

“Satoru?”

You repeat, the pile suddenly twitching before a head emerges from the pile.

“Master?”

You look around the room tiredly, stepping in with a groan.

“I told you to call me-“

Before you can finish, your body is suddenly pushed to the ground as Alien!Gojo tackles you to the floor, smooshing his face into your tits and crying softly.

“Y-you… l-l-left me..”

You wince at being practically thrown to the floor, hands braced on either side of you as you watch the distressed alien make himself more comfortable than you prefer.

“Satoru I told you I had work-“

“I didn’t think it would take so long!”

He looks up at you, chin nestled in your sternum as fat globs of tears prick his wet eyes and his lip trembles with every word. What’s more, the nubs on his scalp are glowing dark blue, and unfortunately for you, only make your alien even more endearing.

“Satoru. I can’t not to go to work. And I can’t take you with me! You have to get used to it!”

Despite your harsh words, you can’t help but stroke his soft white locks, wanting to soothe the poor thing. The small nubs on his head start to change colour at your actions, the blue colour lightening. You watch him nuzzle into your palm, his skin having an otherworldly (yea I said that.) smoothness to the touch.

After a few moments of coddling, you finally drag him up to his feet. You try to pull away so you can think for what to do with the mess he’s made, but the white haired alien has decided that he won’t let you go out of fear of you disappearing again.

“Please don’t leave me again.. please master…”

He looks at you with his best puppy eyes, jutting his lip out to try and convince you, and while you consider yourself thick-skinned, it appears Alien!Gojo has indeed found a way to soften that skin. A heavy sigh comes out of your mouth as you keep your hand in his. You trudge into the room, tugging him loosely before laying down. The bed is hardly smoothed, covered in wrinkled clothes of yours. Even as you look up, you see that your cupboard is half open with clothes falling off the shelves. Alien!Gojo stands next to the bed with a guilty expression, twiddling his fingers while casting his eyes down.

“I was just looking for the ones that smelled the most like you..”

You blink twice, not wanting to think too much into it. This thing has brought SO much chaos into your life.. but honestly? You don’t remember a time where you’ve genuinely wanted to put effort into caring for something, or in this case, someone.

After a couple of seconds, you pull him down with you and decide to leave the mess he’s made for another time (much to future you’s disdain). His whimpering immediately ceases as he makes himself very comfortable next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing up your neck needily.

At least with this overly clingy being you have some sort of comfort for when you come home after long days… though, you wouldn’t mind considering the offer your job have for remote work..