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gojo residence,

‘embarassed’

a satoru gojo oneshot

“for the last time, baby, it’s okay.”

satoru coos. his voice is firm and gentle in the quiet room that carried nothing but your soft hiccups and sniffles. you’re curled on the floor, watching him make the bed with the newly cleaned sheets. you were so embarrassed from bleeding through your clothes that you were just sobbing.

“it’s not okay!” you exclaimed. “i ruined your sheets.”

“ruined?” he snorts, half bent over the bed as he tucks in the newly cleaned sheets with a lazy precision that only he could pull off. “they’re literally fine. well, better than fine. now they smell like vanilla because i threw in those fancy detergent pods you like.”

you sniffle, peeking at him through your messy hair. “yeah but…you shouldn’t have to do that…it’s so late and…”

satoru pauses and looks over at you, and for once, his grin is gentle instead of smug. “sweetheart, it’s just blood. not the end of the world. sheets are washable. you aren’t allowed to cry on the floor over this.” he reaches out to pick you up from the floor.

you mumble something incoherent, which only makes him reach out and wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb, tilting your face up. “hey. look at me. you’re okay, and i’m okay. nothing about this is gross, and it sure as hell isn’t your fault.” he shrugs.

your chest stutters, and a soft, embarrassed whimper slips out.

satoru smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “besides, I get to play househusband and change the sheets. very domestic of me. kind of a turn-on, don’t you think?”

you swat at his shoulder and he giggles, kissing your pouty lips. he gathers you in his arms like you weigh nothing and plops you right back on the bed. “let me go get that heating pad.” he mumbles. “…think it’s downstairs.”

by the time he returns, he’s juggling a heating pad, a bottle of water, and a pack of your favorite snacks tucked under his arm. “the hero returns!” he announces, climbing back onto the bed. he presses the warm heating pad to your stomach with careful hands and then curls himself around you like a human blanket.

“better?” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. you hum softly, nuzzling into his chest. “better.”

a/n: someone sedate me

more jjk here

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୨ৎ your pleasure is more important to KUROO than his own.

his dick is aching, rock hard and still in his boxers, which now have a stain because of his precum leaking. but he doesn’t care. your moans when he fingers you are music to his ears, he knows you enjoy it, then why should he pull then out? you don’t know how many times you’ve finished, all you can do is moan while you grip onto his biceps, nails diggin in his skin as his long fingers, now glimmering with your cream, keep stretching your hole and his thumb takes care of your swollen clit. he just loves his girl so much. ♡

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Finally some religious bullshit in my faustian contract with the devil manga I'm so so happy

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i spent mine crying on the beach btw . very poetic

BUT good news it made me cook up a new aizawa thing

you know it really bums me that ferragosto is only a thing in italy (it’s a holiday of roman origins later incorporated into catholic culture and it falls on aug 15th, ppl usually do stuff on the beach or barbecues and such and everybody gets really drunk and it’s always VERY eventful ESPECIALLY if you celebrate it on the night btw the 14th and the 15th with friends) bc it would be PRIME fanfic material istg lots of shit goes down on ferragosto

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you know it really bums me that ferragosto is only a thing in italy (it’s a holiday of roman origins later incorporated into catholic culture and it falls on aug 15th, ppl usually do stuff on the beach or barbecues and such and everybody gets really drunk and it’s always VERY eventful ESPECIALLY if you celebrate it on the night btw the 14th and the 15th with friends) bc it would be PRIME fanfic material istg lots of shit goes down on ferragosto

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gojo to cure me

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hey so um i’m back after i crashed tf out bc i fell in love and the guy broke it off w me bc “we’re too different” so uh… guess i’m back on here

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new art trend 🍎🍎🍎

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this!! ADORABLE !!

ᯓ★ — Gojo getting his wisdom teeth pulled is a spectacle.

From him refusing to let go of your hand and using your fingers to scratch his nose (he tries to pick with them too so you have to pay attention), to him leaning over the center console on the way home, looking like a cross eyed zombie tryna kiss you.

The worst of it though is when he’s half draped over the couch when you manage to lug his heavy ass inside. He’s bawling, completely inconsolable. It’s really concerning, considering you’ve only witnessed him cry like this a handful of times before. You almost want to cry with him.

No amount of, “aww, baby,”’s or “c’mon ‘Toru, tell me what’s wrong,”’s as you pet his hair or soothingly rub your hand over his back are working, and you’re just about to resign yourself to waiting it out until he falls asleep until—

“whem’ I gonnuh eat againnn?” He wailed around the gauze, shifting to loll his head against your shoulder and soak your shirt in his tears.

You snort a little, fondly amused. Is that what all this was about? Because he’s hungry?

“The doctor said you can eat liquid and anything you don’t needa chew the first twenty four hours,” you hummed comfortingly against his skin, trying to fight down your smile at his silliness. “Okay? Don’t cry, I’ll get you whatever you want. We can go get you your milkshake from th-“

“You.”

Pause.

As you sit there on the floor of your living room, gears in your head slowly but steadily whirring into cognition, Satoru’s attempting to pepper chapped-lip kisses down the side of your neck, hands pawing at you…or more or less clumsily groping your shoulder.

“When do I gettuh eat again?”

Appalled. You’re shocked that his anesthesia/addled mind couldn’t configure that you’re his girlfriend and not a heaven sent being as he so claimed on the trip home, but had enough conscience to worry about the next time he’d have his head between your legs.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you—” you’re almost tempted to chide him as you gently pull his clingy body off of you. But with a deep steadying breath, you remind yourself it’s useless to try and reason with him in this state. More useless than it usually was, anyway. “One or two weeks, probs.”

“One?”

“Mhm.”

“Uurr two?”

“Yup.”

There’s a dazed look on his face and you can practically see the singular thought bouncing slowly from one wall of his brain to the other. You take the time it takes him to download and install to wipe up the drool dribbling down his lip with the corner of your sleeve.

“Tha’s a lot ob hours?” He murmurs, a frown already starting to crease when you nod.

“I’d say so…aw ‘Toru. Stop, don’t—“ you don’t mean to laugh, honestly. He’s in pain, and it makes your heart hurt to see him so upset, but the situation is just so ridiculous and his face slowly curdling into a silent cry is just so adorably pathetic.

“Tryna kill me, tha’s why they took my teeff,” he sobs into your hair, hiccuping every few breaths. He sniffs the snot back into his nostrils louder than a vacuum. “Th‘want me t’starve...”

“Nooo, nooo,” you coo, shushing him as you reeled back, catching his face in your palm as gently as possible. “Aww, don’t cry your gauze out.”

It’s like every orifice in his face is oozing— and he really is lucky because there’s not many other people you’d be willing to do this for.

“Work with me here, Satoru. Don’t let it fall out,” You tut, guiding his hand to help stuff the gauze back in his face. “Just…help me put it back in, ‘kay?”

In a mind boggling turn of events, his teary-eyed expression turns concerningly neutral. Just before he breaks into the most obnoxious, loopy giggles.

“Tha’s whuh she said.”

Like a magnet your hand is on your face. Though even you can’t deny how your shoulders are shaking as his snickering grows louder.

“Yur sooooo pretty when you laugh, angel,” Satoru woozily flattered as he nudged your hand away, his would-be charm turned humorous by the way the cotton in his mouth muffled him.

“C’mon lemme have youuu,” he’s trying to smirk around the gauze, you can tell. He really must think he’s the height of sex appeal as he drowsily slopes forward onto you.

“I’m talm ‘bout inniiiitt,”

“No. No you are not.”

“okarrr…”

“Let’s go get you’s a milkshake.”

“Okar.”

a.n. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 in celebration of my dentist telling me I get to keep all my wisdom teeth because they came in perfectly ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

fun fact: I couldn’t figure out what certain phrases would sound like with a mouth full of gauze, so I stuffed my mouth full of paper towel bits and recited them. so much dedication for a drabble and for what—

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throwback to when i was the #ihatemybf final boss and couldn’t stand my ex boyfriend

sigh i was so cunty

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i just watched superman and listen i’m mainly a batman girl now that i’m grown but i was the biggest superman girl when i was little so this healed my inner child ohhh james gunn you cooked

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oh my god

“have you ever thought about it ..? y’know, me retiring. moving to the country side, just the two of us ?”

“… satoru,” you grumble under your breath, digging your face deeper into the soft plush of your pillow. “it’s too late for this talk right now.” you can feel weight shifting on the other side of you, the bed creaking and dipping down as your husband props his head up with a hand facing your back.

“yeah, but, c’mon. you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” a gentle finger traces your spine and satoru’s legs around around yours, his hand wander to your waist to bringing you impossibly closer. your senses heighten as you feel gojo’s warm breath against the shell of your ear, a grin tugging on the corner of his lips.

“you, me. the quiet side of japan with a kid or two. it doesn’t even have to be a big house.” there’s this convincing tone that satoru always has and you can’t help but think about it. maybe it’s because it’s nearly hinting past you bedtimes or because the fatigue of today’s work has gotten to you, but the sound of the quiet outdoors surrounding you and having satoru by your side …

“i could paint the shutters whatever color you’d like. breakfast would always be on me, you won’t have to wake up early to bid your handsome husband goodbye,” a gentle kiss on your neck makes you turn your head to face him, lips thinning and brows twitching with slight irritation. yet, the burn in your cheeks proves otherwise. satoru hums at the sight and adds on, “and i can have you all to myself.”

he taps the lower dip of your hip, almost as if he was waiting for you to give in and agree with his idea. bright cerulean eyes glow dimly in the darkness and the sound of the summer bugs echo from outside, filling in the soft silence of your husbands fantasy.

“… it does sound nice,” you sigh, turning your body to fully face him. your legs intertwine with his further as you readjust and your head rests just beside gojo’s chest, listening to the way his heartbeat thumps gently in a rhythmic beat.

a soft chuckle escapes satoru’s lips and he brings his hands away from your hips, tugging the cool blanket closer to your shoulders. “riiight ? the higher ups won’t even bother us. it’s the best plan ever.”

“we can make it happen when megumi graduates,” you whisper, closing your eyes again and letting out a gentle sigh. a soft smile graces satoru’s lips, his heart swelling at the sight of you curled up next to him. he hums and plants a soft kiss to your cheek before resting his head on the pillow, leveling his head with yours. bringing a gentle hand to brush the hair out of your face, he can’t help but to continue to dream of a quieter life. one with you in it.

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random thought but i absolutely love when artists draw sebastian a little spooky. like you can tell he’s not human but you can’t place exactly what is wrong with him. when they make him extra scrawny or draw him with pointy ears or with that shit eating grin. i LOVE THAT

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… why did i love this sm

🜼 ⋆ freak choso sucks on your tits while you wash his hair.

he doesn’t mean to do it like that.

you’re just sitting on his lap, trying to rinse the shampoo from his hair, but his hands slide up under your shirt like they belong there. like touching your tits is part of the routine now. and when he cups them. his big hands soft and warm against your skin. he hums low in his throat like it’s calming him down.

“these help,” he mumbles, dragging his thumbs over your nipples, slow like he’s petting them.

you twitch. hard.

“help what?” you whisper, breath catching.

“me. it helps me concentrate,” he says simply. like it makes perfect sense. like rubbing slow circles into your aching nipples is normal you for, like it’s therapeutic. meditative.

then he leans forward, still wet from the sink, and licks one, just one, soft and flat and your thighs tremble on either side of him.

“they taste clean,” he says, like he’s evaluating you.

and then he sucks. open mouth, full tongue, cheeks hollowing like he’s trying to drink something out of you. one hand still squeezes your other tit like a stress toy, absently stroking your nipple between his fingers.

you whimper, your hips rocking forward desperately looking for some friction.

he pulls off with a quiet pop, looks up at you and blinks.

“…do you want me to stop?”

“no,” you gasp. “just—don’t talk about it.”

he nods. then puts both your tits in his mouth again.

and keeps sucking.

like it’s just something he needs. like it’s how he self-soothes. like you’re the only thing that tastes right.

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gojo's favourite thing about you is your heart.

and his second favourite thing about you is your... smile.

and his third is your raging oral fixation.

what, can't a guy want to get his dick sucked while he's playing his video games? if you're happy he's happy, and you're happy sitting between his legs and swirling your tongue around his tip. so he's very happy.

he's got an inhuman amount of stamina, and trying to keep up with him in the regular sense just leaves you sore and overstimulated. so at least this way he can keep his cock warm and wet in your mouth without taking too much from your body.

sometimes you're the one to work him to the bone though. like when he's fucking your face properly, rather than just warming his cock against your tongue, holding your head down on his throbbing length as he shoots deep into your throat, though he's cum so many times that day that he's almost cumming dry.

his dick hurts it's that overstimulated, already softening in your mouth as he tries (with a decent amount of force, too) to pop your lips off his cock, but it's no use.

"baby," he whines. "s'too much. i'll let you suck my fingers instead?"

so you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder. half to warn him not to take away your joys in life, and half because you like to make the strongest squirm.

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this just healed my delusional dadbastian ass

wanted to try to animate them :>

reference from this video

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OFFICIALLY FREE FROM EXAMS!! i’m going to post sm from now onnnnnn