#GLORIOUS KING

[hinatsu]

satoru refuses to believe it. he wont. who could hate dirty talk? nobody of course!

— that was what he’d thought before you yourself had confessed to your strong dislike for it.

“but why? i thought you loved it!” hes so pouty, and definitely in denial. “dunno, toru.. it’s just.. cringe?” yeah. that does it for him. definitely. from that moment on, he swore that he’d get you to love dirty talk, he himself would make sure of it.

he started by slowly conditioning it onto you. aww, you text him that you’d finished your assignment after days of procrastination? he’d call you just to let you know that you’re “such a good fuckin’ girl” and that hes “so proud of you baby”.

so fucked out on his cock that you cant even fucking think? you bet hes whispering the nastiest shit in your ears. “ya really gonna come again? hm? gonna make a mess all over my dick?” “fuck, thats right, suckin’ me in like the whore you are, this pussy was made me for wasnt it?” and god, how you dumbly nod your head with the smallest ‘yea’

and when it gets so good that you finally, finally start playing along. “fuck your pussy daddy! m,make me yours, all yours!”

you don’t even register the words that come out of your mouth, just babbling whatever shit that made its way to the tippy top of your dumb pleasure filled brain

safe to say a couple weeks after that silly statement of urs gojo definitely did get you addicted to dirty talk.

[tra1nchi]

your bf is like famous on this acc we finally met the man the myth the legend (english words are so hard)

- 👽🛸

The og post got more likes than anticipated so I will be making a little appearance. Probably

All the kind words are very appreciated so far🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm glad he has such a nice fanbase😞

[tonycries]

How it's going

[tiedsuccubus]

Nanami after I gave him that super soaker, sloppy, nasty, toe curling, whimper inducing, quick nutter, ball emptying, baby making, throat bulging, Ngh fuck me, sloppy toppy 3000

[lemon-berri]

"You're s'pretty.. will you marry me?"

"Toru.. we've been married for two years..."

Your husband, Gojo Satoru, is a lightweight.

You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Yet for whatever reason he had decided to drink when you'd gone out tonight.

Three shots. It had taken three shots to get here. He's on one knee in the middle of the bar, holding up a shot glass instead of a ring as he attempts to propose to you.

At the mention that you're already married, his big blue eyes light up. He grins. The innocence in his expression is completely at odds with the amount of trouble he's causing you right now.

"Reeeaally?" He chuckles out. "Wow.. m' so lucky!

Without warning, he stands up, suddenly towering over you. He picks you up, twirling you around and almost hitting several bar patrons in the process. You yelp, but his grip on you only tightens.

"Have we had a honeymoon..?" He asks.

"Satoru, put me down-" you start to say, despite the smile on your face.

"Let's go have one right now!"

"Wha-"

You're entirely helpless as the man carries you off, your friends and colleagues all but forgotten. And you most definitely do not know where he's taking you on this supposed honeymoon.

Given the fact that he attempted to propose to you with a shot glass, you're sure this can't be good.

This adventure is short lived however, when he sets you down on the dance floor. Twirling you around. His eyes roam over your figure appreciatevly, pausing on your smile. The expression on his face matches your own.

"Is this our honeymoon?" You ask him.

"Eeeeh? What honeymoon?" He answers, a little too loudly.

Really, Satoru is drunk enough that you should be taking him home. But he's making that almost impossible for you, as his strong arms wrap around you on the dance floor. There isn't much space for you to escape, not with the amount of people here.

So you let him have his fun, indulge him for now. You dance and laugh and let him kiss you in front of everyone. His breath tastes like alcohol and whatever fruity liqueur he's been having, and he smiles against your lips. You're a little tipsy yourself so you don't notice as the hours drift away.

It's much later when you finally drag your mountain of a man home. He's leaning his large body onto yours, swaying back and fourth with every step.

"Come on you" You say "let's get you ready for bed"

"Bed.." He hums. That seems to be the only word he registered, because he lifts you up once again and carries you off to your shared bedroom.

"Toru!" You yelp. "We gotta change- and I have to wash my face-"

It all goes unheard. He pulls you into bed, long limbs wrapping around you, making it impossible to move. He nuzzles against your shoulder, till all you can see is his mess of white hair.

"We'll get the bed dirty.." you complain, even as your hand comes to brush over his undercut. The sensation sends shivers down your husband's spine.

"Love you..  s' very much.. you know that? You're.. my world" He mutters out. His voice is soft, tired, and almost childlike in innocence.

You take a moment to respond, it seems like he's not intent on moving anytime soon. "I know.. I love you too"

"I'm so lucky..." His voice draws out on the last word. And you feel him relaxing with tiredness.

Satoru will most definitely have a headache in the morning. If not because of the alcohol then because he lost his blindfold somewhere at the bar. But you try not to think about that.

Instead, you focus on his soft breaths, and the comfortable weight of having him wrapped around you like this. You wonder how he could be so adorable, even when he's causing this much trouble.

But the trouble is all worth it. It always will be for him.

Credits for the dividers go to @aquazero

The blue manga panels were edited by myself 🫧

Once again thank you so much for reading! This took ages to write because I have 0 motivation at any given time.

I hope you enjoyed 🌟

[enthusiasticallydawn]

Awaiting the Birthday King

Awaiting the Birthday King

Original Artwork of C. Michael Dudash Merry Christmas! Today I am reposting one of the poems I have written for Christmas. This is one of my favorite poems I have ever written…originally written and shared in 2014. May it bless you today. A poem to celebrate our babe in a manger, our Glorious King- Wishing you all the Brightest of Christmas Wishes this holiday season. May these words bless…

[ansjsla]

Never recovering from satosugu induced devastation 😭😭😭😭

[bibemiiu]

Birthday boy

[rheseoneseon]

“A good relationship is like a game of chess; the Queen should always protect her King.”

- Ann Voskamp

Credit goes to @valartrion2, go check out their other arts!

[pyr0frnzy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GLORIOUS SNIPER KING!!! 🫶🎉💖🎂

alt/full drawing + close ups:

[richael2408]

Psycho Mantis: "You like MEN, don't you, Snake?"

Solid Snake, under Mantis' control: "hrrngh... men..."

[camsou60]

forgot to post here but this trend is so funny

[solplease]

hi. i saw him and went crazy

[tiedsuccubus]

You gon need the father, son, and holy ghost to get me off this man.

[lemon-berri]

Imagine Gojo Satoru with a partner who loves to bake...

Everyone knows this man has an abominable sweet tooth. He quite literally doesn't stop, sometimes you swear he has a bottomless pit where his stomach should be. How does he eat that much sugar and still look that good anyway?

But he's also a busy man. Oftentimes he works into the early hours of the morning, he doesn't sleep much, and what little free time he has he prefers to spend with you.

Satoru thinks he's the luckiest man alive. Not only is his sweet partner the most gorgeous person he's ever witnessed, not only do you take amazing care of him, but you also bake.

It's a common occurrence for him to wake up on the mornings to the smell of something sweet enticing him towards the kitchen. He finds you there. Usually you wake up bright and early so by the time he saunters out of bed you're already washing up. He always stops you. After all, you've been up putting your efforts into baking - it's only fair that he does the washing.

He loves to try the new recipes you attempt. Macaroons? He's inhaling those. Strawberry pie? Gone in one sitting. Once you made a Bruce cake, Satoru still swears that was the best day of his life.

He's definitely the type of partner who'd take interest in your hobbies. Seeing you happy makes him happy- why wouldn't he want to be a part of your joy? So sometimes you bake together. Albeit, to varying degrees of success.

Satoru tries his best, he really does. But he can't help the fact he's quite messy in the kitchen. Folding batter turns into a splashing mess of ingredients around the kitchen. His face is white with flour. How did he get icing on the ceiling?

But there are also the times it goes well. When he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and watches with interest how you decorate cupcakes with floral frosting. Or when you stir things together, your slow and steady pace mixed with his strength.

You kiss batter off his fingers to taste test your creations. While he leaves sweet kisses on your cheek where flour has somehow stained your beautiful skin. You both choose your favourite flavours and toppings together, and come up with all sorts of ideas on what to make. Whether chaotic or sweet, baking together is always more fun.

His heart melts when he finds the little treats you like to pack him with his lunch. A triple chocolate muffin, perhaps some cookies. Sometimes he finds cake pops decorated like various characters in there. And you leave him sweet notes to go along with it, ones that get him through any hard day.

The house always smells like sugar and the sweetest of fruits, the fridge is full to the brim with treats, and that sweet smile of yours is enough to give anyone a sugar rush. Ever since you came into his life, everything's been sweeter. And he wouldn't trade your dynamic for the world.

Dropping this and running away.

Once again this isn't proof read if you find any spelling errors please do hesitate to tell me.

Thank you for reading 🩵 ily all

[m1ckeyb3rry]

can we go back to talking about karasu’s arms because i think we should

like i REALLY think we should