gojoslittlemonster

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He is so extra. This dork has my heart in his gremlin hands

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My pinterest is pinteresting

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tw for mentions of sexual trauma

shout out to self shippers with sexual trauma

shout out to self shippers who can't stand seeing nsfw content of their f/os

shout out to self shippers who use nsfw content of their f/os to cope

shout out to self shippers who project their trauma onto their f/os

shout out to self shippers with sexual trauma of any kind, your f/os love you and will tell you that your trauma is valid, you are not tainted and it was not your fault

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Feral pookie, my beloved

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Shoutout to all of us who didn't choose our f/o. The kind of f/o that called out to us, pulling us towards them, as if they're the one who chose us.

That was fate. Yes, you're that fictional character's soulmate.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞?

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nerdjo c:

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I'm gonna spend all day at work thinking about him

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you sighed, head resting against satoru’s shoulder as you cuddled on the couch. you gestured animatedly with your hands as you vented, “and then mika just swooped in and acted like she did everything. i didn’t even get a chance to explain because everyone was too busy praising her. it was so annoying—”

“kiss me.”

your head snapped up, and you pulled away slightly, sitting upright to glare at him. “what?”

“I said, kiss me,” he repeated with a smirk, tilting his head back against the couch as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

your pout was immediate, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “you weren’t even listening, were you? here I am, opening up about something that really bothers me, and all you—”

satoru reached out, catching your wrist and gently tugging you back into his arms. you landed against his chest with a small huff, cheeks still puffed out in frustration.

“i was listening,” he murmured, his chin resting lightly on top of your head. “you stayed up late working on the project, skipped dinner, and poured your heart into it. then your professor barely acknowledged you, and that girl—what’s her name? mika— took credit for everything. now you’re mad because no one noticed how much effort you put in.”

your body went still, wide eyes staring up at him in surprise. “you… you really heard all of that?”

“every word,” satoru said, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. “now, can I please have my kiss?”

you bit your lip, the corners of your mouth twitching as a smile began to form. with a quiet laugh, you tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “you’re such a pain, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah.” he smirked, cupping your cheek. “now stop stalling.”

this time, you leaned in willingly, lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss.

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He makes me yearn

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He is so gremlin. My pookie, I love him.

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The fact that is this official art.

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does anyone else have other people’s selfships so ingrained in ur brain that every time you consume content or happen upon their f/o, you automatically go “oh that’s oomf’s partner!”

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(i hear this picture and no I will never not post about it)

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his hands tho

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The night was quiet, as it often was after such an intimate time. Laying in bed, Satoru was propped against the pillows, Lunae resting her head on his chest. Her fingers brushed over the jagged scar from his showdown with Sukuna. It had faded with time, yet it still stood out against his pale skin. His own fingers were brushing along Lunae's arm, feeling the goosebumps rising on her skin before grinning a bit. "Feeling cold, sweets?" "After that?" huffed Lunae, and Satoru could clearly hear her rolling her eyes (much to his amusement). "I think I'm warmed up for the rest of the night." Feeling rather proud of himself for that, Satoru nuzzled his face against the top of his wife's head. "You keep touching that scar," he pointed out. Lunae's fingers kept on brushing against it, the back and forth rhythm soothing despite the sparks that went through him. "I keep thinking about how much it hurt when you got hurt that badly," she murmured in response before pressing her palm flat against it. His abdomen flexed from her touch. "You always keep pushing yourself to your limit." "I was fine, sweets," Satoru sighed in reassurance, his fingers now tangling in Lunae's dark tangle of hair. "I had my reverse cursed technique going and then Shoko patched me up." "Shoko wouldn't have had to if you weren't going all out." "You understand why I had to." "Still doesn't eliminate the heart attack you gave me." Ever the worrywart, his wife was; but then, Satoru often gave her a reason to worry. He knew it even more so after everything in Shinjuku was concluded and he was stuck on bedrest at Lunae's insistence for a long while. He knew she was only reacting out of love and worry, not wanting him to push himself like that again. "It's a good that things have relatively calmed down then, huh, sweets?" he mused, blue eyes flickering down to her. "You won't have to worry as much." "I'll worry until the day you actually retire, amor," Lunae retorted, her head tilting upward just enough for their gazes to meet. "But I don't want to think about that tonight." "Fair." Satoru grinned faintly, pressing his lips against the crown of Lunae's head before his hand began to wander. "We can put the energy elsewhere, you know." Lunae rolled her eyes affectionately. "You're insatiable." "Is that a complaint?" "Not even a little."

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THE WAY MY NON-SORCERER ASS WAS READY TO THROW HANDS--