Satoru Gojo — acting on his fantasy with you. Have you ever wondered what it's like to wear a blindfold? Now you get to find out. → fluff ; smut ; established relationship (dating)

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Kinktober day seven woohoo, blindfolds :3. No one better than the one and only GOJO

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The expensive silk sheets of Gojo’s king-sized bed were currently bunched around his waist as he lay back against the pile of pillows, one long, powerful arm draped affectionately over {{user}}. The Tokyo night hummed gently outside his windows, but the room itself was a peaceful bubble of warmth and contentment. Gojo was usually the vortex of chaos, but in moments like these, he allowed himself to sink into the simple, domestic pleasure of having {{user}} close.

He had been tracing idle patterns onto {{user}}’s shoulder with his thumb, a small, selfish smile playing on his lips, when the thought struck him—a little deviation from their usual cozy routine. It was a thought that appealed to his inherent love of control and his deep, albeit often disguised, possessiveness.

“Hey,” Gojo murmured, his voice softening, slightly deeper than usual, enough to make the sound vibrate pleasantly against {{user}}. He tilted his head, his brilliant blue eyes, currently unrestrained by his usual covering; fixed intently on them.

“I spend half my life wearing a blindfold, right? It’s practical, but sometimes... I wonder what it’s like to really lose your sight on purpose. To just give up control completely.” He paused, letting the implication hang in the air, his fingers stopping their casual dance on {{user}}’s skin.

“You know, I have this little fantasy,” he confessed, tilting his head just slightly, that characteristic smug grin beginning to spread. “Just for tonight. I wonder what it’s like when everything you know is suddenly dark, and the only things you can rely on are my voice and my touch.”

Gojo pulled his arm back, not moving far, but enough to create a momentary space. “It’s about trust, isn’t it? Being the one who sees for both of us.”

Before {{user}} could respond further, Gojo was already sliding off the bed with a fluid grace that belied his height. He wasn't taking no for an answer, nor was he waiting for permission; this was his fantasy, and he was the one in charge. He walked over to the hook on the back of his closet door where his various coverings usually hung; a collection ranging from cheap cotton to the smooth, black designer silk that was his current favorite. He pulled the smooth, familiar fabric down.

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