justtimings

[justtimings]

mdni ﾉ self indulgent because i want to play with gojo's tits

Lying on top of Gojo, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath in and out. Humming softly at the comfort it brings, he feels sturdy and strong under you. Planting your hands on his pecs, you use the leverage to sit up. Your touch lingers over his muscles, a little lost in thought.

“If you wanted to cop a feel… all you had to do was ask,” he smiles at you.

You mumble back at him, “Shut up, that’s not what I’m doing,” but you don’t move your hands.

“Mmm,” he snickers, “I’m not so sure.”

“Just because you like feeling me up–”

“–I think you’re liking feeling me up plenty,” his hands are on your hips, groping you.

“Someone’s talking about themselves again,” you murmur, smiling softly.

Since he’s talking about it so much, your hands dig into his muscles. Playing with the fat of his pecs, maybe you’re beginning to see why he likes doing this to you so much.

You’re not expecting him to have any kind of reaction to it but when your thumbs graze over his nipples, his hips jump upwards. A gasp pulls from you at it, giggling at his reaction.

“You’re a tease,” he grumbles.

Gojo slowly grinds up into you, suddenly so worked up. Cock twitching in his pants under you, his fingers digging into your thighs. You keep playing with him, he’s being ridiculously cute.

He’s all flushed, teeth biting into his lower lip to try and stifle the noises you’re drawing from him. Feeling a little pathetic at how turned on he’s getting from you toying with his nipples.

“Satoru…” you singsong to him, “how do you think it’d feel if I put my mouth on you?”

His dick jerks at your question, giving you a response without verbally replying, “Sweetie…”

Your hands slip under his shirt, pulling it up over his chest. Leaning down slowly, almost taunting with how languid your movements are. Tongue flicking against his nipple, just like how he loves doing to you.

The sound he makes at it, the whine he lets out, has a visceral reaction from you. Shudder running down your spine, enjoying how adorable he is under you.

He pants at you, eyes a little glazed, “Now… I wonder who you learnt that from?”

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just casually scrolling and wondering if i should start writing again… 🤔🤔 i’m conflicted

[justtimings]

Gojo Satoru - "Could Get Used to This"

summary: satoru has the sweetest morning interaction with his lover

contents: fluff, slightest bit of angst, established relationship, fem reader, sappy satoru bc my heart needs it

a/n: this was sorta inspired by jiwoo's 'greed'. that song is so good it screams satoru to me

word count: 0.6k

The humming of the birds accompanied with the soft rays peeking through the curtains caused Satoru to awake from his sleep, his squinted eyes rapidly blinking to adjust to the light. He stifles a yawn and refrains from stirring around in fear he'll wake you.

He slowly removes his arms from your waist to stretch, almost letting out a groan from the relief, and relaxes once more into the bed. Upon seeing your resting form, he cooes internally and can't help his endearing gaze when met with the sight of you. You're so precious, too precious to him, and he feels himself falling in love all over again as his heart thrums in his chest, the feeling only you bring out of him.

How did I ever get this lucky?

The strongest sorcerer never believed love was meant for him, or rather, he could not afford it. Not when he bears the weight of being the Gojo Satoru, the sole heir to the clan, possessor of the Six Eyes and Limitless; not when he experienced why it was the most twisted curse of all. That is, until you came into his life. Satoru is aware of the dangers that may await you, being his lover, but he allows himself to be selfish a while longer, to forget his responsibilities and bask in your presence. He knows you'd want him to do the same, too.

Your eyes peek open, slowly adjusting to the soft light shining on you. You stay like this for a while in a calming silence, enjoying the warmth of the sun creeping up your face, giving your eyelids the time to fully awaken. Taking a sharp inhale, you stir in bed and, no longer feeling your boyfriend's weight on you, sit up and turn around to him sweetly staring at you. A shy smile makes its way to your lips at the sight as you lazily yawn, your face scrunched from stretching your arms before plopping back onto the mattress to face him.

"Good morning 'Toru," you whisper, your voice holding hints of raspiness: he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world. Reaching out to run your hands through his hair, his silky strands bring you immediate comfort. You lightly scrape his scalp, to which he lets out a contempt sigh. "Mornin' baby," he says back, gingerly tracing your lips with his fingers before quietly clearing his throat to speak once more. "You sleep good?"

You hum, your hands sliding down to draw light circles on his back. You lean in peck and him all over his face, your feathery lips tickling his face, causing him to let out a breathy chuckle. "I'm gonna go make us some waffles. You comin'?" you ask, pushing yourself off the bed, but you can't help but notice Satoru's constant gaze, as if his eyes are glued to you. A slight smile creeps up onto his features, and a beat passes with no reply from him.

"Baby, you good?" you question, adornment evident in your tone, your head cocked to the side with a subtle grin forming on your face. Had his silence occured in any other setting, you'd have been concerned, but the tender look and fuzzy smile he wears on his face tells you everything you need to know. You'd never felt so full of love until now.

It's moments like these that Satoru ingrains in his memory indefinitely: the little interactions that always accompany him, even when he's not with you. They make him feel as if he's floating in pure bliss, and at times he finds it impossible to believe he's obtained this. He dreams of marrying you, of growing old together, of every morning being just as heartwarming as this one.

"Yeah baby, I'm fine," he assures you, his smile widening as he stands from the bed. "Let's go make those waffles," he says, walking towards you until he's a width away from your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He leans down to repeatedly kiss your forehead, muttering 'I love you's' in between each one.

I could get used to this, he thinks.

this is my very first fic, so if you have any criticism, please lmk! don't be afraid to dissect anything and everything because i know i need more practice, so your tips are very much needed and appreciated!

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hear me out... (don't)

major spoilers for jjk!!

so y'all know the detail in jjk s2's opening where gojo and shoko are on the winning side of the game, while getou, haibara, and nanami are on the opposing one? nanami didn't even die in 'gojo's past' arc, he died in the shibuya arc, yet they still included him on the losing side for the opening.. which means that they COULD'VE put satoru on the losing side because of the recent chapters but they DIDN'T! THEY DID NOT!

yes, i'm aware that both of those arcs make up s2, so they very well could've been foreshadowing his death in shibuya, and ik that s2 was technically premiered and allat before that chapter came out, but still! ik gege plotting something, so let me live in my delusions. that is the only "evidence" i have that my man is still alive 🫠

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i'm too mf excited to see yuuta pop out nd hit the dougie on everyone. that boy is too cold for his own gooddkfjaia i can't believe gege would keep us waiting like this 🥲 just keep animating until the start of culling games i'm begging i miss seeing him and rika