#gojo kiss

[arvandus]

Gojo had never intended to make you cry.  Sure, he teased you.  Maybe a little bit too much.  But he never wanted to actually hurt you.  He was a cocky ass, but he wasn’t an asshole.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself anyway, even as your wide eyes brimmed with tears that clung to your lashes.  It felt like a punch to the gut when the first tear fell.

Without even thinking, his hand came up to gently cup your cheek.  “Don’t...” he whispered.  His thumb swiped away at the wet track.  “Don’t cry.”

But it was too late; more tears fell, leaving wet lines in their wake, the droplets clinging to your chin. He hated the sight of them; hated the way they documented his failure, a sentence of guilt written in watercolor against skin he’d admired with every sideways glance.

He wanted to make them disappear, to extinguish them and replace them with warmth.  To take your trembling lips and make them smile again.  Gojo cradled your face in both of his hands, his large, calloused thumbs wiping away at your tears.  You closed your eyes, caught up in the way your heart twisted in your chest at the warmth of his touch.

You felt his forehead touch yours, his soft hair cushioned between you.  “I’m sorry...” he whispered. “I didn’t mean...”

Gojo’s words died on his lips as he felt more fresh, hot tears catch on his thumbs, heard you sniffle and try to hide the soft sob that wanted to unfurl from within your chest. 

His air left his lungs, a slow panic building at the possibility that maybe, this time, a sorry wouldn’t be enough. That maybe, this time, there was no such thing as forgiveness, and that he’d never again get to see you smile at him.

“I’m sorry...” he repeated, as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.  You froze beneath his affection, stunned.

He didn’t stop there.  His lips traveled lower, brushing against your wet lashes, against your cheeks, each time echoing his apology in earnest supplication.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Finally, he came to your still-trembling lips, the soft flesh wet where you’d licked with your tongue, although whether it was in anticipation of his lips or to taste your own tears, he wasn’t sure.  Gojo hesitated, for just the slightest fraction of a moment, waiting...

And then you gave it to him, the sign he was looking for. The ever so subtle tilt of your chin, the flutter of lashes as you peaked at him through the dew drops in hope.

His lips met yours, soft and gentle, your face still gently cupped in his hands. You finally responded, returning the kiss with your hands wrapping around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair at the nape of his neck.

Gojo pulled away just enough to be able to speak, his lips barely brushing yours.  Your eyes were open now, staring into his, and for a moment the universe consisted of just the two of you, two celestial bodies drawn together by the gravity of your hearts.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven...?” he whispered.

“No.” you replied with a grin.

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Gojo Satoru

🦋 don't cry 🦋

@arvandus

🦋 physical touch 🦋

@selfindulgentpixies

🦋 kitkats 🦋

@mimiriko

🦋 surprise 🦋

@florasuno

🦋 sick 🦋 details 🦋

@tender-rosiey

🦋 overstim (gojo) 🦋

@bboricha

🦋 take it 🦋

@getoswhore

🦋 choose me her 🦋

@kleem-o

🦋 pretty momma 🦋

@lvlybee

🦋 not so secret 🦋

@kaveehs

🦋 poker face 🦋

@jabamin

🦋 therapy 🦋

@purgethepois0n

🦋 you need me so bad 🦋

@arminsumi

🦋 three isn't a crowd 🦋

@omgeto

🦋 wake up call 🦋

@taeebaee

🦋 size kink 🦋

@gojoandtojisleftnut

🦋 pretty girl 🦋

@chrryzwrld

🦋 one more 🦋

@kazushawty

🦋 overstimulated 🦋

@obanai-iguros-doll

🦋 healing 🦋

@augustinewrites

🦋 morning love 🦋

@slttygeto

🦋 his shirt 🦋

@geombyu

🦋 open up 🦋

@rizsu

🦋 I know you still think about the times we had yours, always yours 🦋

@saetoru

🦋 strong 🦋

@pupkashi

🦋 you cryin'? 🦋

@risuola

🦋 sundress 🦋

@satorusinfinity

[jjk4isen]

super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.

and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.

and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?

you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.

he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[makesyouevil]

in dreams

[garagepanic]

can't help it (also hb suguru you have the best present ever rn you lucky bastard)

[baepsays]

Gojo Satoru sees you for the first time at a mutual friend's party—and immediately his eyes get stuck on you. the entire time he's watching you drink leisurely at the end of the couch, and roll your eyes at the dude bros attempting to flirt with you, while you ignored them.

after 40 mins of staring, he comes up to you and shoves the guy —pathetically trying to get you to sleep with him— off the armrest of the couch you're sitting on. Satoru just ignores the guy shouting at him and and throwing a fit on the floor. he takes a seat on the armrest instead and looks you dead in the eyes, and goes;

"you look like someone who thinks men ain't shit and would probably make a face that alone would make me cry."

you raise one of your eyebrows at him just a bit amused. confused whether he was trying to pick a fight or what else was he trying at. he goes on and continues what he was saying;

"so please fuck me."

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a/n: divider by @/enchanthings-a. to access more of my works-click here.

[nalonzooo]

you ever like someone so much

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere! husband who’s so fucking in love with you that even dreaming about kissing another person makes him wake up in cold sweat, rushing to the bathroom to wash his lips raw.

funny how even as he proceeded to surround himself with water, only the guilt drowned him.

[whimsical-demises]

what do you mean they were fighting??

edit: okay guys if this ever reaches 1k notes i dress up as kenjaku and dance

[yuutaguro]

freckles…🌅

[vvunderkind]

[kenqo]

satoru giving you the most lovey dovey eyes after a very eventful night. his eyes are filled with affection and true love as he watches you pant and catch your breath as he does the same, meanwhile your over here thinking you look awful, sweaty and gross but not in his eyes, to satoru, you’re the most beautiful thing ever, his escape, his pathway to happiness in this world of cruelty.

“what are you looking at?” you ask softly, raising your brow with a playful look at him. satoru lets out a breathless hum, “just admiring my pretty girl.. what, am i not allowed to do that anymore?” he retorts back with the same amount of playfulness. “shut up,” you reached your hand up to his neck, softly pulling him down to press a small kiss to his tender lips, your own special way of telling him you loved him with the sweetest peck.

in return he’ll pepper you with kisses everywhere, making sure you know your loved by him, because at the end of the day all that mattered to satoru was you in his arms, even after rough sex or whatever happens, he just wants you with him.

just some thoughts because i love satoru

request anything!!!

[sqtorux]

being a mistress to the head of the gojo clan was more than you could ever dream of in your lifetime.

sure you're not his wife officially, but what does a piece of paper and some ceremony mean when all the affection and time satoru has is dedicated to you?

that didn't change when his supposed wife gave birth to a son— securing her place as the future heir of the gojo clan.

upon hearing a knock, you open your door revealing a grinning satoru who wastes no time in bringing your lips to his and his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

"aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"

"yeah, they told me to go be with my wife. that's what i did"

[nalonzooo]

they are sweethearts!!!