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mybrainisrotted · 1 year ago
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Satoru kisses you like you've been apart for years. Like it's the last time he ever will. He kisses you like a starved man finding sustenance on your lips. He devours you without thought or abandon, without shame or embarrassment. He's never been one to hide his desire for you.
And when he's kissed you practically breathless, left you heated, panting and squirming and needy from the insistence of his lips and tongue and the squeezing of your flesh under his wandering hands, he'll pull away ever so slightly, nose brushing yours, eyes electric as he stares at you in that space between breaths. And he grins.
"Damn, you must really want me, huh?"
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lonely-moon-artist-blog · 6 months ago
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Tee-hee-hee.
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Drawing gay phones on Russian streets is fun not gonna lie.
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Let me tell you guys something…
I keep accidentally making AUs…
Let me explain, I had a dream like dreamt up an AU my subconscious mind dreamt it up and now I love it BUT I want to focus on my eldritch Bloodmoon AU
BUT THEN I came up with an AU from playing some vrchat hide n shriek with my sister and I love the AU BUT I want to focus on eldritch Bloodmoon!!
AAAAHHHHH!!!! I am in hell and I am surrounded by Bloodmoon
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haunted-xander · 6 months ago
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chomps you affectionately
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wombrion · 11 months ago
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girl with no problems
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nekurothings · 6 months ago
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FOCUS!!
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mylittleredgirl · 1 year ago
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even if you're not a supernatural fan, if you've been on tumblr long enough you are, like, culturally. like cultural christianity in america except it's the cw's supernatural. you may never have watched an episode or set foot inside the tag but your regular life shuts down on their holidays and all of your world news is delivered through that point of view. something to think about
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badasserywomen · 1 month ago
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I ready for my brain to become severly rotted by arcane and caitvi
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walkinaroundtheuniverse · 9 months ago
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Isekai but not really, you're back home when you wake up
Also there's a magical mustache that makes you a a dude as long as you wear it. And it looks good, as a rule.
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zeibee · 2 months ago
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morebird · 10 months ago
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mybrainisrotted · 1 year ago
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Gojo/gn!reader, established relationship. Post Shibuya incident spoilers. When our man returned.
Read on Ao3.
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"I mean this respectfully Ijichi, please get the fuck out of my way."
The metal examining table under Gojo's thighs is cold and uncomfortable, but it's a different sort of cold and uncomfortable and for that he's grateful. But the voice that echoes in the hall outside the medical room sends a rush of warmth through him that makes it feel like his heart has been restarted when he didn't even know it had stopped. For a moment--a second stretched indefinitely--he forgets where he's been, what he's seen, what he's felt, who he's lost.
The door slams open, bouncing off the wall hard enough to make even Shoko wince a bit as she takes a drag from her nearly ever present cigarette. Smiling softly, she joins Ijichi in the hall, closing the door behind her.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait anymore."
Gojo's already on his feet when you come barreling into him, arms open and ready to catch you. Your body molds to his, arms wrapped tight around his middle, face pressed against his chest where he's sure you can hear how his heart has picked up pace, slamming against his ribcage. He folds himself around you as best he can, squeezing you a little too tightly because he knows that's how you like your hugs. You take a deep breath and let it out with a pleased hum, nuzzling your cheek against him.
"You smell like you. Like home."
The corner of Gojo's mouth ticks up, and he presses his own nose to the top of your head, letting the faint but familiar scent of your coconut shampoo take over his senses. It triggers memories that are uniquely coded to you; smoothing fingers over your shoulder as he ghosts his lips over the back of your neck in bed, and steam filled showers that you always begrudge him for taking with you even as you lovingly massage that shampoo into his hair (which he bought to keep at his place specifically for this purpose), humming softly under your breath as your nails gently rake over his scalp.
Gojo's favourite part was smelling you on his things. Rolling over in bed, alone, and burying his nose in his pillow and smelling you. Drying his hands on his towel, sitting on his couch, pulling on his clothes and having that faint scent of coconut suddenly tickle his nose. You're with him even when you aren't. And in the Prison Realm, with nothing to do to pass the infinite looping of time except dive inward into his own mind, he'd tucked his chin into the collar of his shirt and--smelled you. Lingering within the fabric and threads was the simple essence of you and suddenly he hadn't felt so alone.
"I'm sorry I've been gone," Gojo murmurs, mouth at your temple and fingers smoothing nonsensical patterns up and down your spine. Now that he's got you in his grasp again, when the likelihood of that had begun to seem like a fleeting possibility, he doesn't want to let you go. "It won't happen again. I promise."
You squirm in his hold, placing both hands on his chest to push him back slightly so you can look at him face to face. You don't think you've ever seen him on school grounds without his blindfold or sunglasses. The nineteen days without him makes you realize between the sky and the ocean there isn't a shade of blue that could possibly capture what you see swirling in his irises.
"You don't need to apologize for something out of your control, Satoru," you say with a slight frown. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, committing him to memory all over again, warming when his expression softens under your touch. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're back. That's the only thing that matters."
Something in Gojo's eyes flickers, and though he smirks it doesn't carry his usual lightheartedness. The coil of tension in his stomach twists uncomfortably. "Missed the strongest sorcerer, huh?"
You shake your head again, smoothing the pad of your thumb over his lower lip. "I missed your corny jokes. I missed your surprise mochi deliveries. I missed our late night hot chocolate talks on your balcony." Your fingers trace a gentle path upward, over his sharp cheekbones and soft brows, smoothing a lock of silky white hair over his temple and then settling at his nape. "I missed your morning bed head. I missed your laugh. I missed your touch. I missed the way you said you loved me. I missed my sweet Satoru."
The love you give him, have always given him, is free of strings and expectations. Gojo doesn't know what his future is going to look like but he knows he wants one with you. By your side. His smile wobbles as he gently swipes away the tears at the corners of your eyes, that knot in his stomach loosening with your words. He kisses you on the forehead, on each damp cheek, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips, once, twice, three times, before he taps his head to yours.
"I missed you too, sweetheart."
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madbalalaika · 3 months ago
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Bloodweave Pirate AU 🏴‍☠️
Buy me a Ko-fi ☕💗 | Requests and commissions
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crnl-chicken-tots · 3 months ago
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As someone who works in the optical industry you'd think I'd draw glasses better. guess not
He's got a point though, who could not stare at Hugh Jackman's jugs?
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ferngle · 5 months ago
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where'd you go???
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wordfather · 10 months ago
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doctor diagnosed me with oc sickness in the brain; the ocs will spin around in my brain forever and ever
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