#Gojo Satoru drabble

[pupkashi]

hiii can you do reader falling asleep at desk while studying and Gojo finds them?

hi hi !! i hope you enjoy this little sweet piece <3

it’s 4:38 am when satoru walks through the front door of your shared home, slipping his shoes off quietly and gently setting his keys down. he listens for any movement as he puts his jacket on the coat rack and makes his way into the kitchen.

satoru smiles when he sees some food you’d left out for him, heating it up and eating it quickly. he figures your asleep already, taking the liberty to shower and change in the restroom downstairs rather than the one in the bedroom so as not to wake you.

he expects to be greeted by a dark bedroom, with you asleep in bed or at least groggily greeting him as you sit up with the blanket drowning you. he doesn’t expect to see the light spilling from under the door, making him frown when he opens the door and sees the empty bed.

one look to his left answers all his questions.

on your laptop was a lecture video, still playing, notes sprawled around you as you peacefully slept against your now locked tablet.

he cringes a bit at the position your were in, knowing for a fact you’d have neck pain in the morning. satoru pauses your lecture video, starting it over and putting your laptop to charge.

“sweetheart, cmon let’s get to bed” he whispers, feathery touches gently bringing you back from your unconscious state. he’s quick to scoop you into his arms, carrying you as if you were feather light and placing you on the bed.

you open your eyes slowly, realizing you were no longer at your desk as you watch satoru put your things away for you, neatly organizing your paper notes and plugging in your tablet, switching your desk lamp off.

when he turns, he’s greeted by you sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “good morning sweetheart” he whispers, kissing your forehead and coaxing you up, “cmon let’s get your contacts out and your teeth brushed.”

“what time is it?” you mumble, not bothering to fight him on studying more, seeing as though your battle with sleep had been lost long ago.

“almost 5 i think” he says, handing you your toothbrush as he grabs his. “thought you said you were gonna sleep early today” you don’t even need to look at him to see the pout on his glossy lips.

“was gonna, but then i realized it was a lot more material than i anticipated and ended up staying up” you mumble, “well i guess not staying up since i fell asleep.” satoru giggles softly, holding your hair as you rinse your mouth.

the two of you are in bed in the matter of minutes, satoru now in only boxers and you in one of his white t shirts that fits way too big on you. you let your head rest in the crook on his neck, hand finding its way around to the nape of his hair, messing with the damp snowy hair that found purchase there.

satoru all but purrs at the feeling, letting his hand run softly up and down your back. “you need to take more breaks, sweets” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. you only hum in response, not bothering to open your eyes.

“shouldn’t be sleeping at your desk when there’s a bed as good as this one waiting for you” he’s looking down at you with a pout, and you can feel his gaze on you.

after a couple seconds you maneuver yourself to look at your lover, “how about when you work late I’ll try and be in bed by three, so you don’t have to worry your pretty head over me” you reason, sweetening him up by pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“three is so late” he huffs, letting himself indulge in your kisses. you roll your eyes at him, sitting up and straddling his hips to better kiss his cheeks.

“would you rather it be four?” you ask, making him quickly shake his head. “three it is then,” satoru catches your lips in his, smiling as you almost immediately kiss him back.

the two of you break away when you’ve ran out of breath, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. “alright time to go to sleep” he mumbles, kissing your lips gently once more before you’re rolling off him and laying on your side, curling into him.

satoru is quick to get comfortable next to you, letting himself get as close to you as possible before his eyes are slowly closing.

the sun will rise in a short number of minutes, and it’s warm rays will kiss the two of you. but for now you snuggle into satoru’s warm embrace, smiling as his strong biceps work as your makeshift pillow, the smell of his body wash filling your nose.

for now you listen to him tell you about his day rather than recorded lectures, drawing circles subconsciously on his chest rather than in your notebook as you slowly doze off the steady beating of his heart.

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[shokami]

jjk newest chapter leaks. + a blurb to vent my frustrations and sadness over the one and only gojo satoru. may he always be my one and only.

gojo satoru, i hope that in another universe you get to live as gojo satoru and not the strongest. my baby boy, what have they done to you :( so here’s a tiny blurb of words, for the king who deserved to live. curse you, gege akutami.

———————————- <3

It wasn’t enough.

Nothing… was ever enough.

Not when he got stolen away from you, sealed in a pit of Hell and trapped- cornered by the four walls of a tiny square box. What had he thought about in there? Was his mind riddled with thoughts of letting down his friends, his students that had become his children, or his lover who had spent every night and day weeping in their shared bed?

Not when you watched his life be stolen away. Oh, how foolish you are, my Satoru… You thought to yourself. No matter how much you had pleaded, and cried, he had gone and done it anyways. Surely, there had been another way than to face Sukuna himself, right? No. Everything you said, every word echoed down empty halls, and landed upon deaf ears. You weren’t a sorcerer, you didn’t know what they knew. Gojo was a weapon, a fighter, a rebel with a cause. Gojo was not a lover, not a gentle man who wanted to be loved.

To them.

… but to you? He was just that. A lover, one that your heart yearned to speak the words “I love you” to just one more time. A simple man, with a simple wish. One that meant protecting his loved ones, but coming home to a cozy bed full of laughter, warmth, sunshine, and security.

Satoru had never meant to fall in love with you, he promised that he wouldn’t ever feel that emotion. Not for just you, but for anyone who wanted to view him as a love interest. Oh, but his heart was so stupid; tripping and fumbling right into your delicate soft hands.

Not enough.

It’s not enough.

Why was I not enough?!

Those words replayed in your head, every moment of every second, as you blamed yourself. The man lied to you. Those stupid blue eyes, that silver tongue, and those flowy white strands of hair that whisked and blended in the winter breeze. Of course he lied, how was he supposed to tell his girlfriend, his partner, that if he died… he’d face a fate that was sick, and twisted? So, he did what any “good man” would. A letter, left upon your nightstand that read every detail, every plan, with leaving everything he had to you.

Once upon a time, Gojo was asked a question that would unknowingly become his fate but a few years later. So foolishly, he answered with “I’d win.” You liar! Deep down, he must have known he wouldn’t and if he didn’t… he was damn near psychotic for trying.

Now, you lost it all again. Not only had you been forced to watch your one and only die at the hands of the King of Curses but this? This was sick. You wanted to throw up, you wanted to crawl into a hole and forget that the world outside existed. How could he forfeit his own body? How could he not have peace, even in death? How could the Jujutsu world take an already broken man, and force a sense of views that would define his entire life? It wasn’t fair, but then again, what was?

It’s never enough for any of you! You silently screamed in your head, banging against every surface, rattling the bars of a cage you locked your heart in. This wasn’t your lover, but an inexperienced boy who had taken his body as if it were a mere puppet.

Your heart ceased in your chest, and you clutched at it desperately as you dry heaved in your bedroom floor. Your knees hurt from the fall, as they scraped against the carpet. A loud, broken scream escaped your dry lips. Every thought in your head hurt, and every heart beat felt like a knife straight to your core. Every single part of you felt as if it was being ripped apart, and you wished for it to end. A sweaty hand reached for your cellphone, and through blurred vision you found your voicemails as a sob choked out desperately.

“Hey there, princess! I’m not too sure how this is going to play out,” A weak laugh echoed through the phone, his tone of voice knew. He knew he wouldn’t win. “I wish that I would have had time to hold you one last time, and tell you how much I loved you. It’s funny you know… how time works? I thought by now, I’d be back home and get to see that warm smile of yours. I never told you how much I loved it, and your laugh. Goddamn, your laugh was like music to my ears, baby.” A quiet sigh left his lips, and you began to cry even harder. “I never meant to fall in love with you, y/n. I knew I’d hurt you somehow, just didn’t know this is how I’d do it… This is how it has to be, sugar. So, don’t me upset with me, mk? I’ll always be with you.”

There was a long pause, one that hurt your soul as it wished to feel his touch and his love one last time. “I love you, y/n. Goodbye.” The voicemail ended.

“LIAR!” Your voice screamed, cracking in the process as you threw your phone across the room; watching it shatter into tiny little pieces on the ground. “Liar… Liar… Liar… You’re a liar, Satoru! How could you do this to me?”

For the first time in what felt like years, you were alone.

“You weren’t Gojo Satoru because you were the strongest… You were the strongest- because you were Gojo Satoru.” Those words left your mouth, sounding cold and distant. After a heart beat, your tears began to fall again as you laid there broken.

“You were just Satoru to me, my love…”

In another universe… Maybe you will know peace.

[yuukiiqwq]

My Love, My Light, My One and Only 🩵

"Hey, what got you looking so gloomy?" You look up as you heard a familiar voice call you. Sitting in front of you was Satoru looking all carefree like nothing has happened.

"You're an idiot," you say after staring at him for a while. "You're so annoying."

Satoru looked offended before he started to laugh. "That's the first thing you say to me after everything?"

"Shut your big mouth," you grumbled. How can he be so carefree when your heart is breaking for the second time? "I hate your voice, I hate your laugh, I hate your hair, I hate your eyes, I hate your smile, I hate everything about you."

Satoru opened his mouth to say something, but you didn't let him get a word in. "I hate how much I love you, how much I adore you, how much my heart aches for you. I hate your dazzling, beautiful eyes. I hate how fluffy and soft your hair looks. I hate how your laugh and smile make my heart skip a beat. I hate how much I desire you and just you."

Your vision was getting blurry, and you felt the tears streaming down your face, but you continued– "It's not fair. What was that stupid death of yours? You're so stupid! Don't you want to live? You should have stayed alive! I would rather the world burn down in flames if you just stayed alive. If you just stayed with me. I hate how much I love you."

Satoru stayed silent as you continued your endless amount of insult towards him, not saying a word until you finished.

"Do you regret it?" He asked, voice no higher than a whisper.

You looked at him, offended that he would even think that. "Regret? No, I don't." You mumbled to him. "I don't regret it. I never will."

A small smile dawns his face as he tells you– "I want you to be happy. Even without me. Because I'm not real. I'm just a fictional character on screen, a part of someone's imagination. A part of your imagination.

You shake your head at him. "You are real to me, Satoru. You may not be standing in front of me, but you are real to me. You've taken my heart and left a hole that can never be mended. No one can ever replace what you are to me." You look him in his bright dazzling blue eyes– "I'm not ready to let you go. I'm selfish, I'm greedy, I want you to stay with me. Even if you're happy with your end, I want you to stay. I don't want to let you go."

"You don't have to let me go. I live on in here," he points at where your heart is. "I'll always live on in there. If you don't forget, I'll always be there. Until the bitter end."

You chuckled at him and wiped away your tears. "Hey, Satoru?"

"Hm?" He hummed in response.

"You've always been just Satoru to me. Always will be. I love you. You are my love, my light, my one and only. I wish for you to continue smiling, laughing, forever being happy. To continue being the lovable you without anything shouldering you down. I love you for all of eternity. For an infinity."

His eyes widened at your declaration before softening. He doesn't say it back, but his eyes were shining, filled with adoration for your love to him and a soft smile on his lips.

Time was almost up, so you asked one last question. A question that means everything to you. "Are you happy now?"

And once again, he doesn't answer, but his expression speaks a million words. The last thing you see was his signature boyish, bright smile on his face before he disappeared, leaving you alone once more.

[shaisuki]

the first thing gojo does after getting released in the prison realm is fucking you.

there's no such thing as a greeting but with his hands wandering all over the expanse of your soft body and his lips peppering all over your round face. his muscular arms picking you up and pinning you in nearest wall and let him do all the work.

drilling you with his cock that got your toes curling and hips arching from the slap of his hips into yours. his arms into your creamy thighs, hands into your plush waist.

“missed this pussy so much, baby.” he babbles. loving every inch of your fat pussy being wrapped around his thick length.

you can't help but gush around him, your juices coating his cock and gojo pounds mercilessly in you. can you blame him? he misses you so much and its been so long since he tapped that pussy of yours and it's heavenly just like the last time but sure he is taking his time to embrace the warmth of your walls against his.

despite being out for so long, gojo still retains his cheekiness and being a tease. randomly edges you to get a whine from your pretty lips and bumps his huge cockhead into your cervix making you cry.

gojo being mesmerized from your body bouncing, taking every pound and slam of his body to yours. you are such a good girl for him for taking him so well.

gojo can't help but to bite the flesh into your neck and moans. desperate to leave marks into your skin just like he always does and marking you as his. you're so soft and plush and he wants you to breed over and over again.

gojo who can't help but to break into a huge grin, seeing you so dumb and drunk from his dick. so pretty. the words coming from your mouth reduce into whines and moans.

and gojo finally dumping his huge load into your fat cunt that it spills even his cock is stuffed deep inside you. spurts and spurts of his cum still coming after one another as you came undone from the bullying of his thick cock inside you.

you think he's finished after that but his cock is still hard and begging to be wrapped around your fat pussy and who are you to deny him.

after all, he misses you so much.

[misssremy]

thinking about riding gojo in the passenger seat of his expensive car. seated on his lap grinding your hips onto his dick while he talks on the phone, one hand secured around your waist and another holding his phone close to his ear. the feeling of his dick sinking deep up your pussy makes you whimper & shed tears while gojo removes his hand from your waist to stuff two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

‘impatient, are we?’ gojo whispers and tosses his phone onto the backseat. ‘s-satoru, i can’t!’ you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. your hips moving in slow motion as you pant and sweat.

‘so dependent on me aren’t you? its okay baby, im gonna fuck you so good tonight.’ his big hands grabs at your ass and slaps it before bouncing you up and down on his dick, pounding you into a moaning, sweating, whimpering mess as you scream his name. he goes faster and deeper with every thrust and you can practically feel him in your stomach.

‘s-satoru!! w-wait—’

[teddybeartoji]

彡 NO GARDEN CAN BLOOM WITHOUT THE SUN

☆. contains: bf!satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff fluff fluff!!!! they're in love!!!!!! satoru is the king of acts of service!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wc: 1.5k

"c'mon, show me those chompers, baby!"

sat on the bathroom counter, you watch your boyfriend bare his fangs at you in the most adorable way. his eyes are pressed shut, his smile so wide that it's almost reaching his ears – he's showing how you should do it.

unable to contain the sleepy chuckles that bubble up your throat, satoru's eyes crack open. he's sleepy, too. but he's still here; he's still determined to make you happy, to make you feel good, to make you smile. he's determined to take care of you no matter what.

he ushers you with a laugh of his own, showing you the lump of toothpaste sitting on your new toothbrush.

(he bought you matching ones the other day. he's very proud of himself.)

(you love him.)

you can't say no to him. his free hand squeezes your waist, a sign that he's here and he's waiting. he's not being impatient, though – no, never that. he's just reassuring; skin on skin, he wants you to know he's never leaving.

to him it isn't dramatic to be thinking about his everlasting devotion while doing a menial task like this (if you can even call it that) – it's more than normal actually. he simply cannot stop; you're eating him from the inside and he's grateful.

you do as he says and clench your teeth together while pulling your lips back. you're sure you look a little silly but satoru couldn't disagree more.

"there we go! you look like a little tiger!" he leans in and brushes his nose against yours, making it scrunch up and that makes him giggle in turn. he feels giddy around you, he feels like he's in heaven.

he wets the toothbrush before bringing up to your mouth. he takes his hand from your hip and places it on your jaw instead, gently guiding your face up so he can see a little better.

bristles brush against your enamels and you peer at satoru. he looks awfully concentrated – he's cute like this. there's a small crease between his brows, his crystalline eyes glued to your canines as he watches your mouth fill with foam.

blindly, you play with the hem of his shirt; your fingers graze his marble skin and he shudders at the light touch. the fluorescent light coming from behind you illuminates his face and you waste no time in counting the freckles that adorn his skin. again. you've done it a thousand times before and you'll do it a thousand times more. they're your stars – his smile being the sun and his pretty blue eyes the equivalent of the moon in the sky. he's your guide during the day and the night, you'd be utterly lost without him.

he's your world.

satoru wipes the corner of your mouth, collecting some of the extra toothpaste that's threatening to trickle down your skin and smears it into his shirt, laughing loudly when you gasp at his antics. you smack his stomach and watch his head loll back with a dopey grin. his chest rumbles, hearty giggles bubbling up his throat. his adam's apple bobs before he lowers his head back down, his gaze meeting yours. he's so full of love, he just might burst.

"was gonna wash it anyway."

he looks proud of himself and you snort at his answer.

"yersuchachild."

the toothpaste in your mouth is making it hard to sound serious, your words coming out all muddled and slurred as you splutter at him. he doesn't care for your lecturing – his mind is filled with hearts and sparkles and rainbows and kittens and puppies and pastries and warm blankets and glitter and roses and the color pink and the color red and your eyes and everything else that could possibly be associated with the word love. he watches your mouth move and he sees flower petals falling, he watches you blink and he sees shooting stars, he watches you breathe and he feels at home.

he's your air.

you're a perfect match – you breathe him in and he makes a home inside your lungs. you keep him safe, you cradle him with your gentle hands and hide him from the cruel world. and he in turn takes care of your heart; he warms it, he tends to it like it's a garden. he waters and he weeds, he plants new seeds and he reaps what he has sowed with the softest smile in the world.

no garden can bloom without the sun.

satoru places the toothbrush in your mouth before yanking the dirty t-shirt off of his body. he raises his brows, seeking for praise. "better?"

you nod sleepily and the brush between your teeth bounces up and down, making satoru laugh again. you give him a smile and his breath hitches just a little. all foamy and pretty – he loves you so fucking much.

he goes back to his job, carefully brushing over your front teeth and then the sides. he gives your cheeks a squeeze, telling you to open up again and then he's leaning in so close that you almost choke on the paste in your mouth. a smirk tugs on his lips as he squints his eyes, glaring at your teeth like he's a proper dentist.

your fingers itch for him and you refuse to suffer when he's right there; you trace over the scars that cover his tummy, his whole body, and you hum. finally, you decide to just rest your hands on the waistband of his pyjamas – you need to be touching him, always and forever.

but the sleepiness is starting to take over; your eyes feel heavy and satoru doesn't miss your slow blinks. he speeds up his movements, whispering for you to show him your tongue. he quickly cleans it, intent on giving you his hundred percent.

when he deems that he's finally done, he takes the brush from your mouth and leans back, taking a good look at the masterpiece before him; half-asleep, mouth covered in toothpaste & content. he couldn't wish for anything else.

without giving you time to react, he lunges forward, pressing his plump lips against yours. he holds your cheeks like you're made out of glass and you grasp at his skin like he's about to fade away—

— but you won't break and he won't disappear.

seperating from him, you're met with the most bashful fucking smile in the world. his hands rest on his hips and he really couldn't be more proud of himself. frothy lips and sparkling eyes, you simply stare at him and just let the butterflies fill your stomach. there's no stopping them anyway.

"okay, c'mon, sleepyhead." satoru taps your thighs. "wash your mouth."

he comes up close again, his nose touching yours. "or do you want me to do that for you, too?"

he's a little cocky and he's a little smug and you think it's only fair; he has every right to be – you're wrapped around his finger like honey around a dipper. but alas, you plop off the counter and press yourself flush against him before turning around and facing the sink. he doesn't move, staying glued behind you like it's where he's meant to be.

(it is.)

his arms snake around your middle, patiently waiting for you to finish cleaning up. satoru sways his hips, gently, as if trying to lull you to sleep. he stares at you through the mirror, unable to tear his eyes from you. his own shirt drapes over your figure, soft skin peeking from under the collar, just waiting for him to press his lips against it. you feel like putty in his hold, like his own personal plushie and he has never been this excited to go to bed. he can't wait to sleep with you – to curl around you, to hug and kiss, to feel your heartbeat under his heavy head.

(every morning he wakes up already dreaming about spending the night with you again. you rest together, you heal together.)

you raise your head from the sink and satoru is already handing you a towel. you thank him with your eyes and dry yourself off. he rests his head on your shoulder and your fingers crawl between his messy white strands, you rub at his scalp and he closes his eyes. a purr reverberates through his body and then through yours and another smile makes it's way onto your face. it's inevitable; he just makes you so fucking happy.

hearts beating together, you stand there in your bathroom. it feels special, it is special – he always makes you feel like this, no matter where, no matter when; like a lock and a key, like a blanket and a pillow, like a piece of paper and a pen, like rain and thunder, like the ocean and the beach—

— like a ray of sunlight and a blooming flower.

+ hii my beloved satoru lovers just felt like tagging you guys bc... i felt like it<333 @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis @mossmurdock @neptuneblue @lxnarphase @nkogneatho @cockaiine @kentophilia @sugulani @13curses @blankwashed i love you

[starreo]

gojo satoru drabble.

includes yandere! gojo, naive! reader, and adult themes so, mdni.

bestfriend! satoru, who doesn't mind you constantly asking him for outfit suggestions for your first dates.

bestfriend! satoru, who doesn't mind patting your hair and burying you in his chest after none of your dates lead to something serious.

bestfriend! satoru, who doesn't mind teaching you how to kiss properly, maybe that's why your previous dates weren't escalating.

bestfriend! satoru, who doesn't mind teaching you how to suck a cock, he promises guys will fall in love after you give them a good blowjob. letting his cock squirt his orgasm in your mouth, he swallows his guilt as you swallow his cum.

bestfriend! satoru, who suddenly regrets what he's done...he's plagued your innocent mind...but how can he help it...

bestfriend! satoru, who has worked so hard, beating up every single man who dropped you off at your shared apartment...went so far as to find out the tiniest details from their past and blackmail them with it so they don't ever see you again.

bestfriend! satoru, who loves you so much. and when you finally seem to reciprocate his love, all his guilt vanishes, because in the end, you wanted this as much as he did.

boyfriend! satoru, who makes sure to fuck you so hard that day, your pants and whimpers echoing in his room as he thrusts deep inside, his large throbbing cock stretching your tight walls, that you'll never want to go out on a first date ever again.

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[satoruhour]

n*sfw thoughts about gojo / male masturbation, fantasising about f!reader, reader listening in, cum eating, mutual attraction ✶

thinkin’ about roommate!gojo jerking off like a little bitch in heat, getting hard simply from looking at you and hearing your voice. it’s so cute how easily he gets riled up, confidence seeping away once he sees you and he has to mutter out a lame excuse of being behind on an assignment (which he usually doesn’t even care about).

poor satoru has to fight back moans as every movement against his hard-on prompts shivers up his spine, unbuckling his pants impatiently and groaning out lowly once his hand meets his dick. it’s angry and red and leaking from its tip and he wants nothing more than to tap it on your tongue or maybe even your cunt as he watches your face contort into pure pleasure.

gojo who wakes up a few hours later with another boner and thinks you’re still not back from your study session, wrapping his hand around his cock once more and pumping it to full length. he imagines how warm your pussy must feel, hugging his length and squeezing him so good that he trembles at the thought. there’s lewd noises that fill the room, pre-cum helping him easily as there’s pants and moans falling from his mouth.

“f-fuck... just like that. that’s it...” but what he’s not aware of is that you’re listening to his frustrations just outside his door, fingers twitching when you hear your name dropping from his lips and your thighs squeeze together in need, knuckles turning white from how hard you were clutching onto the doorframe.

you make a mental note of how satoru’s moans get more high-pitched and whiny the closer he is to his release, hips bucking into his hand as he keeps a steady pace on his length before he cums with whimpers of your name amongst profanities. his hips are stuttering and shivering and his cum is spurting out, thick and hot onto his stomach and down his hand that you almost want to lunge forward to help him clean it up.

you swallow hard as satoru licks up his cum from his hand, squeezing out the last bits of his seed spilling from his tip — but he’s still hard and you get lightheaded imagining that you’re the one stroking and sucking him off instead, feeling his hands in your hair and his moans through his cock. this isn’t right, you both think, chests heaving from being a door away, yet your desires are unsaid and unfulfilled.

or...?

part 2 ♡

[4izawas]

“oh, g-god~” you whimper softly, throwing your head back to rest on the pillow as your lover lays on his stomach between your legs, “s-satoru, please!” one of his arms is looped around your leg, the other buried two knuckles deep inside you as he laps at your cunt. 

soft moans fall from his lips as he messily eats you out, his tongue dipping hungrily into your core before running up the length of your slit to swipe over your swollen clit. he doesn’t fight against the way you thrust your hips up into his face, smearing your wetness across his skin, only moaning appreciatively into your cunt  as he tries to further bury himself in you. satoru had always prided himself on being the best you’d ever had, and he’d always preened under the praise that would forever follow the times he offered you the many talents of his his hands ( and god, he was oh-so-good with his damn hands ). coupled with this pride, satoru gojo was a patient man: you could wiggle, you could squirm, and you could even spasm against him. all it meant was that he was performing perfectly for you, and that’s all he ever wanted — but while his patience ran long, eventually it also ran thin. especially tonight when you’d finally allowed him to have a taste of your pretty cunt like he’d begged for months after you'd let him finger you whenever you both felt up for it. 

“hold still, wanna see what you taste like,” satoru orders, nipping at the inside of your thigh before slapping at the outside and resuming having ‘just a taste’ as he’d called it before having you fall apart from his mouth alone twice in the last half hour, and the third time was swiftly approaching. 

“well? what do i taste like?”you laugh breathlessly, cheeks hot and heart pounding as he focuses all of his attention on tasting as much of your sensitive cunt as he can. 

“mine.”

the growled response that follows has you allowing your head to fall back again as a fresh coarse of heat races through you, and your hands instinctively fall down to bury themselves in his soft white hair, knotting your fingers in it and tugging slightly. he moans again, and as you spread your legs apart farther to allow him even more access to your hole, he groans out his thanks — and you?

you just relax and allow yourself to enjoy the ride. 

[soupangel]

Drunk - Gojo Satoru

tags: established relationship, fluff, drunk reader, mentions of alcohol

wc:529

Synopsis: You come home drunk from a night out with Shoko missing Gojo

a/n: did I proof read this? no. I hope you enjoy!

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Shoko had called Gojo earlier to let him know you were coming home earlier than expected. So he had a feeling you’d be coming home drunk, but he wasn’t expecting this. He watches as Shoko struggles to get you out of the cab. You’re crying about something, but from where he’s standing, Gojo can’t hear what.

“Cmon y/n get out of the car,” Gojo hears Shoko say as she lightly tugs on your arm. “Don’t you want to see Gojo?” Shoko continues.

Gojo sees your head snap up at the sound of his name. He chuckles at how you stopped crying and looked up at Shoko. He sees you nod your head as you let Shoko help you out of the cab. You’re putting most of your weight onto Shoko as she helps you walk up the pathway to the front door. As soon as you're close enough to recognize Gojo standing in the doorway, you gasp and let go of Shoko to run towards him.

“Gojo!” you shout.

He rushes forward to catch you before you fall. Once you realize you're in his arms, you wrap into what Gojo can only describe as a bone-crushing hug. After catching his breath, he wraps his arms around you as well, only in a less bone crushing manner.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He rubs your back as he asks you, realizing you had started crying again.

Before you have a chance to answer him, Shoko interrupts. “You happened. She wouldn’t shut up about you the entire night.”

“It’s not my fault I’m such a great boyfriend.”

“Yeah, okay,” she says, rolling her eyes. “But you owe me for tonight. I didn’t just spend my money to hear about you all night. I hear about you enough at work for free.”

“Alright, Alright, I know where to send it.” He laughs, readjusting his grip on you to help move you inside.

“Thanks for helping her get home!” He shouts to her before she gets back in the cab to go home. She just waves in response, giving them both a small smile.

“Bye Shoko!” you yell, finally speaking up, having just been enjoying the feeling of Gojo’s arms wrapped around you. She laughs and then gets in the cab to head home.

Gojo turns to help you walk inside, helping you take off your shoes once you were in the entryway. It seemed like by the time you made it to the bathroom; you were already half asleep with how limp your body was. Gojo sat you on the toilet seat and gently lifted your head so he could see your face. You weren’t asleep at all. Once he took a look at your face, he could see you smiling up at him.

“What’s got you so smiley?”

You hum for what seems like a minute before you finally answer him.

“I just missed you today,” you slur. “It feels like I haven’t seen you for like a million years.”

“You saw me just before you left with Shoko.” He laughs.

You shake your head back and forth in disagreement. “nuh uh it was a million years ago”

“Allright, if you say so,” he says as he goes to wet a rag to clean your face.

“mhm, I do say so.”

He doesn't speak again until he finishes wiping your face and it’s time to get you changed into your pajamas. To save him the hassle of helping you change in the bedroom, only for you to fall asleep as soon as he sets you down on the bed. He decides to bring your pajamas to where you’re already sat and awake.

He walks back in on you in the same spot he left you in, sitting on the toilet with your head tilted up. He knows you’ll be complaining of a sore neck tomorrow.

“Come on, it’s time to get changed.” He said, while lifting your shirt over your head.

“sir yes sir.” you say along with a sloppy salute, helping him by putting your arms in the sleeves of your pajama top.

Once on, he then helps you put on your pants. He’s glad he had you stay sitting for most of it because he could just imagine the amount of heart attacks he’d have while you drunkenly stand on one foot at a time. He takes your now clothed arms and wraps them around his neck to steady you as you both walk towards the bedroom.

“Time for bed now. We both have work tomorrow. Did you forget that while you were out with Shoko?” he said.

“I didn’t forget. I could never forget about my favorite students.”

“They’re your only students.”

“oh yeah.” you giggle.

He pulls the blankets up onto the bed before he helps you lie down on top of the sheets. Tucking you in once you get comfortable in your spot. He goes to walk over to his side of the bed when you hurriedly grab his wrist.

“wait where are you going? I haven’t seen you in a million years, remember?” you whine. And it takes all of Gojos’ willpower to not burst out in laughter. He gently takes your hand in his as he says,

“I’m just going to get in bed. Ill be right next to you.”

you pause.

“oh ok. but hurry!”

This time he does let out a small laugh as he makes a show of him jogging to the other side of the bed in the most hilarious way possible. Once he does, make in into bed, you're immediately tucking yourself in his arms. He makes a mental note to tell Yaga you won’t be coming in tomorrow because he knows how hungover you’ll be. He imagines this time around you’ll be in the same spot he left you in when he gets home.

“Goodnight. Love you.” he says

“I love you more”

“No, I love you more” he responds back deciding to entertain you.

“No way, I love you more” you say, dragging out the ‘no’.

“okay its time to sleep now.” he shushes you.

“But it’s true.” You mumble on the verge of sleep.

“we’ll agree to disagree, but you need to sleep now.”

He starts rubbing his hand along the length of your back to urge you to sleep. It only takes two minutes before you lightly snoring in his arms.

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[pupkashi]

jjk 260 spoilers !!

my lover is back of course i had to write something even though im tispsy !

gojo can’t help but shoot you a cocky smile as he finds your eyes in the crowd of sorcerers, he walks pasts everyone cheering and hugging yuji, b-lining towards you.

“what, you really think I’d lost?” there’s a shit eating smirk on his face, one that softens into a love struck smile as tears form in your eyes when you hand touches his chest. his chest is firm and warm under your touch, it makes you grip the fabric of his beaten up black shirt and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms against him and squeezing as hard as you can.

“sweetheart?” he gasps, ignoring the shooting pain he feels in his sides from the injuries he’d acquired since rejoining the battle. you listen for his heartbeat, breathing a sigh of relief when you hear the rhythmic thumping against you ear.

the bottom of his shirt is torn to shreds, a jagged scar running across his entire midline is proof of shoko’s skills and satoru’s resilience. his pretty blue eyes shining down on you once more, dimples making you fall in love again.

“i love you” is all you manage to get out, too choked up and frazzled with emotions to say anything than the three words that you mean most. you don’t loosen your grip on your lover.

it’s a comfort to him as much as it was to you, especially as his arms are engulfing you, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, kissing away your tears and reassuring you he was okay.

that night satoru lays wrapped in your arms, the little spoon after so many times having been the big spoon. every one of his scars is covered with kisses from you, soft ‘i love you’s and tender touches are all his mind is full of.

satoru is back in your arms. instead of nudging him to stop snoring you smile, embracing his twitches and the tickling of his soft snowy hair against your face and neck. you hug him a little tighter, letting him stir to get more comfortable, even if it means leaving you a sliver of space on your shared king bed.

for tonight, you won’t complain and make him scoot over, inevitably ending up in the same situation mere hours later. for tonight, you hold him close, you dry your tears and appreciate what is, not what could’ve been. you kiss your lover as he sleeps.

“don’t ever leave me again, angel boy” you whisper, squeezing a bit and finally closing your eyes, lulled to sleep by satoru’s rhythmic breathing.

[nezuscribe]

𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: being needy for gojo because he’s been so busy shouldn’t have lead to you desperately riding him but you know what they say; desperate times call for desperate measures

warnings: mdni 18+, dry humping, needy reader, gojo being a tease but that’s about it

word count: 1.2k

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something that sets gojo off, like really off, is when you act needy. and before he can’t think clearly, you’re not always like this, right? no, he knows for sure that you only act this way when you want something from him. the way you rarely look him in the eyes, and when you do it’s with that soft pout and a hopeless look in them. 

he knows how you feel, honestly, truly, he does. he’s much rather be in bed with you, exploring the softness of your body (much like every other night), but things were due and no matter how much he wanted to put them off he couldn’t wait any longer. 

but gods be damned in saying you weren’t trying to tease, or at least tempt him. 

especially with that gloss you put on your lips shines in the dim light of his office, your skin warm to the touch as you lean against him, pawing at his thighs as you keen for him. 

“‘toru,” you murmur with a small whine in his ear, biting his lobe when you start trailing your lips down his jaw, not missing the way his breathing hitched as you grinned momentarily at the sound, “miss you so much, it’s so lonely without you.”

he can only grunt, his hand mindlessly traveling over your back, trying his best to focus on the paperwork in front of him as his other hand flexes and relaxes, trying to keep his calm. 

“don’t you miss me too, ‘toru?” you ask sweetly, your brows furrowing as you turned to sit on top of the mahogany desk, you night dress shifting upwards as you crossed your legs, giving him a slight peak of your thighs and the fact that you weren’t even wearing underwear. 

fuck. 

“i do, sweetheart,” he muttered, glancing at you as his cheeks flushes at the sight of you, “miss you so fuckin’ much but you know i got things to finish.”

you nod sleepily, your lips wobbling just a bit as you rub at your tired eyes, only wanting to talk to him for a bit before you’d got to sleep, knowing he’d wake up too early in the morning for you and you probably won’t see him until late tomorrow night. it’s difficult knowing that there probably wasn’t going to be a time this week where he could reserve just for you, but you were trying to be okay with that. you knew he’d make it up as fast as he could; but the hollow feeling in your chest was growing and you knew he could be the only one to patch it up.

“no i get it ‘toru, see you in a bit baby,” you tell him as you haul yourself off the table, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead as you go to leave, not able to turn around when you feel his grip tightening on your waist. 

you could see the war raging behind his eyes, desperation and desire mixing with necessity as he groans, gingerly guiding you to his lap as his hands find purchase on your hips. 

“fuck, sweetheart, can’t say shit like that…lookin’ at me like that,” he murmurs under his breath, his hands running across the satin that adorned your body, going up to cup your jaw to lean you to look at him, “it’s impossible to say no now, hm?” and it’s more so a question for himself as you meekly nod, not even noticing the bulge growing beneath you as you slowly shift, trying to get rid of the ache growing inside of you. 

but no matter how much his eyes glaze over or his breathing becomes choppy, he still notices the small movements, grinning softly as he brings your head down a bit lower. 

“how ‘bout this,” his cold finger traces the goosebumps on your shoulder, kissing the skin as he went down, never breaking eye contact with you as you whines quietly, “be a good girl and sit here for a little longer and i’ll hurry this shit up and go to bed with you?” 

you’re quick to nod, whispering a small yes as you collapse into his chest, your lips near his neck as your leg sprawls out over his thighs, happy with the compromise. 

but the seconds soon turned into excruciatingly long minutes and that ache only grew worse and worse, and every time he shifted in his seat or moved so you’d be more comfortable, you felt his hard on scraping by your entrance, only making the wait worse. 

so you decided moving a little won’t hurt, trying to be sleek as you grind your pussy on his dick, hoping he didn’t take too much notice of the whimpers you’d let out every now and then. 

but the throbbing only grew and so did the desperation, trying to move up and down, left or right in any way to make the empty feeling inside you a little better. 

gojo could only grin slyly, his writing seizing as his hand on your back trailing up to grip your neck, forcing you to look at him as he pecked at your lips. 

“you’re needy tonight, aren’t you?” it was a stupid question because the sweat on your cupids bow and the way your eyes fluttered shut whenever your clit rubbed against the rough material of his pants could answer for him. 

“mhm, ‘m sorry…missed you too much,” you tried to explain, grinding yourself on him as your wetness began to seep out, staining the expensive material as he let you continue, enjoying the show as you gave up, not trying to conceal it anymore as you began to ride him. 

he moved the straps of the gown down, his eyes glinting at the taste of your leveled nipples, his thumb running over both of them as he groaned drolly in the back of his throat, taking one into his mouth as you let out a cry at the feeling, shucking your pace as his tongue teased your tit. 

“f-fuck,” you whimpered grabbing onto his shoulder for support, anything to make it feel better as you gnawed on your lip, “you feel s-so good ‘toru, missed this so much,” you told him, your fingers curling into his hair as he moved onto the other breast. 

“taste so good sweetheart, missed your tits so fuckin’ much,” he said through a mouthful, his watchful eyes taking in the magnificent sight. 

with everything going on, he moved down his hand to tweak at your clit, the added sensation enough to make you lose your mind, throwing your head back in ecstasy at the feeling. the humping mixed with his added ministrations made it all feel heavenly. the nights you spent with your fingers buried in your pussy couldn’t compare to this, even if it wasn’t as much as it usually was with gojo.

“m-mmh! so good! so fucking good ‘toru!” you let out through little breaths, your chest rising and falling as his movements quickened at the sound of your moans. 

it wasn’t before long when that coil in you snapped, white blinding your eyes as you moaned with no care in the world, sounds so sinful that even gojo wasn’t immune to it. you could feel your toes curling, your thighs straddling him as your pussy clenched around nothing, your release making an even bigger stain on his pants as your breathing slowed down with your movements, sweat beading your neck as you glanced down at your lover. 

“‘m sorry ‘toru, i made a mess all over you,” you noted, looking down as your slick connected to the fabric of his pants, leaning down for a small apologetic kiss but whimpering when he pulled back, desperate for any sort of contact with him because you know that in the end you distracted him from what had to be done, “i’ll be sit still now, p-promise!” 

but he only chuckles, rubbing soothing shapes into your thighs despite his eyes holding a different kind of emotion. 

“i know you’re sorry sweetheart,” he shifted a little, his hands flying as he went to undo his buckle, sliding down the zipper as his dick sprung out, his head an angry red as it leaked down its impressive length, “but you distracted me too much and now i don’t think i can finish these papers. so how about you be a good girl for me and make up for it?”

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.

It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.

He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?

"Satoru, calm down."

He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.

"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."

Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.

That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.

He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.

"Satoru," he sighs.

"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.

"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."

But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.

It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?

The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"My chocolate."

"Your chocolate?"

"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"

"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."

Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?

"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."

He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?

Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.

"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.

Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?

He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.

"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."

A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.

"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"

You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."

He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."

[shaisuki]

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN

"missed me, baby?"

the first thing he asked to you before capturing your lips with his. it's been long since he felt your lips against his. he couldn't himself but feel bad for the long time he got trapped and leaving you all alone for yourself and now he's here.

his insides melt as he mercilessly thrusts inside you. your velvety walls against his hard cock, scrambling your insides.

gojo changed. not only his demeanor but also his body. he's not the lanky guy you've always known. he got you pressed against the wall. your chunky legs hooked in his arms while he drills into you like there's no tomorrow for him to touch you.

his cerulean eyes holding more intensity than it ever had and you can't help but to melt. you couldn't hold eye contact with him more longer but the way he pounds into you and trapping you against the wall. it's useless.

"don't look away, pretty." he says and you obediently followed him. you could never say no to him.

you can feel the power and the strength he holds when he have you creaming around him. every part of your body jiggling, prominently on your stomach and your creamy thighs slapping against his muscular biceps.

his buff muscles contracts the more he holds you tight. the slap of his hips against yours so rough it makes you cry.

gojo grins looking at you so dumb and cock drunk from fucking you hard. he's just that good at giving you the utmost pleasure. your tears spilling at the corners of your eyes and he licks the salty tears.

"missed you so much, satoru." you managed to gasp out. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to yours. no words are said.

biting the pulse in your neck and snaps his hips roughly. legs shaking and you can feel you were cumming too and you only cried burying your face in his neck.

he could keep this sweet torture but he won't last long too. need to fill you to the brim for all the days he's been away from you until he can see you spilling his cum. that would be great.

with a few thrusts, he groans. dumping his load inside you. spurts and spurts painting your walls inside, mixing with your juices and that will never be enough. he needs to keep filling you.

he's been long locked out of heaven and he won't waste another second from fucking you. again and again.

[sughuru]

you, me, and the sky above

- gojo satoru x reader

In the quiet stillness of the night, you find yourself waking to an empty bed, wondering where Satoru disappeared to. As you search for him throughout your shared home, you discover him staring into the dark sky, his eyes revealing the weariness from a challenging mission. 

genres/warnings: angsty, fluff, hurt/comfort

notes: hello hello this is my first post on this acc so if you'd like to read more of my work, come check out my other works! my first language isn't english so don't mind the grammatical errors, sorry! :') anyways i love satoru sm u dont understand

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You woke up to the bed being empty and cold. Strange, you could’ve sworn Satoru went to bed with you last night. You grabbed your phone to check the time, reading 3:02 AM. It's barely three; where did he go? You got on your feet and slowly dragged yourself out of the bedroom to look for the man. 

“Babe?’ you called out, flicking the light switch on in the bathroom, assuming he went to the toilet but there was no one. Then to the kitchen it was, maybe he needed a cup of water–But that wouldn’t make sense; he always has a cup of water by the bed in case either of you wakes up feeling thirsty. Perhaps he went out for a run, or was it an emergency mission; still, he would’ve told you. Just when you were about to give up, you noticed him.

Satoru, your boyfriend, staring out into the dark sky. What was he searching for? Upon closer inspection, you noticed the dark circles around his eyes, his eyes were slightly puffy, his blindfold dangling loosely around his bare neck.

Surprisingly, he didn’t sense your presence, he always managed to notice you but tonight, his thoughts seem to be elsewhere.

"Satoru," you said softly, approaching him cautiously. The moonlight highlighted the contours of his face, and you could see the weariness etched into his expression. You knew about how exhausting the mission was yesterday, even his facade wasn’t strong enough to fool you. Yet, you didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset him any further.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, your concern evident in your voice. Satoru turned to you, and for a moment, it seemed like he hadn't expected anyone to notice his silent contemplation. His eyes, usually vibrant with energy, now carried the weight of unspoken burdens.

Satoru hums in response, a quiet one. Usually, he would whine about how the higher-ups made him do such a tough mission or how he has to work overtime, missing out on spending time with you. Tonight, he just stayed silent.

"I didn't mean to worry you," he said, his voice carrying a weight you hadn't heard before. "I’m sorry.” he dryly laughed, plastering a smile on his face, except, that smile didn’t reach his eyes. You frowned, realizing that he wasn’t letting his guard down anytime soon.

"Don’t," you responded gently, your hand resting on his.

Satoru took a deep breath, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to meet yours. “I just... I needed a moment,” he admitted, his voice soft but laden with sincerity. “The mission, it hit me harder than I thought.”

For a moment, Satoru's shoulders relaxed a fraction, as if the weight he carried had found a temporary respite. "The mission...it took a toll on me more that it should have, I-”

You squeezed his hand, offering a silent reassurance. "You don't have to go into details if you're not ready. But know that I'm here to listen whenever you're ready to share."

The two shared a moment of peaceful silence.

You prompted gently, "Is that why you're awake?" 

Satoru shook his head, his gaze momentarily dropping. "Bad dream," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice belying his usual confidence.

Your heart sank at the revelation. "Satoru-" you whispered, tightening your grip on his hand. 

Satoru sighed, and a playful glint entered his eyes. "What happened to 'you don't have to go into details'?" he asked, a lighthearted tone replacing the previous heaviness in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile at the sudden change in atmosphere. "Well, you know me," you replied, matching his playful tone, "I can’t help it, I’m nosy.” she pouts

Satoru chuckled as he pulled her into his arms tightly, “come here, you’ll get cold.” He looked up at the stars again, admiring them. You couldn’t help but admire him. His blue eyes, they always shone brightly even in the darkest of nights.

"Come on," you said gently, offering a reassuring smile. "Let's head back inside. We can talk more if you want, or we can just sit in silence. Whatever you need."

Satoru's grip on the balcony’s railing loosened, and he followed you back into the warmth of the indoors. As you closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but hope that the darkness outside wouldn't linger within him for much longer.

“I love you, you know that?” he smiled, this time, reaching his eyes. You smiled back, “I love you too.” 

Satoru’s blue eyes that were dulled moments ago, now sparkled with hope and love once again. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, a promise of warmth and solidarity.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; suggestive

snow leopard!gojo wants to take care of you so badly. he wants to groom you just the way he does himself. he will literally lick your skin and the tickling sensation makes you laugh. he peeks at you with his big blue eyes, proud that you're enjoying this.

he licks and nips at the soft skin of your stomach, gently sinking his teeth into you every so often just to give you a little toothy grin when you quietly gasp at his antics. he nuzzles his nose at your skin as he moves up on your body.

his tail trails over your thighs as he hovers above you and he doesn't miss how you shiver below him. he's trying so hard to not focus on the fact that you taste so good, that you smell so good – he's just trying to clean you. he's being a good boy right now, he's not thinking about anything else other than taking care of you. he's not thinking about the way you're slowly but surely starting to take in bigger and deeper breaths. he's not thinking about how warm you are. how you're grinding into his knee, the one that's very convienently resting right between your thighs. how warm you are. he's not thinking about the way your hands are buried in his pearly white locks, the way your fingers are grazing at his soft, fuzzy ears. he can hear your heartbeat and he can now really smell you, too. satoru closes his eyes and lowers himself further down onto you, his skin brushing against yours as he continues to lick at your neck.

he wants to bite down stronger. he wants to hear you – he wants you to gasp, he wants you to mewl for him. he just wants you to let him know how good he's doing:(((( he wants your praise and he wants your attention:(((( he never wants to let you go, to let you leave – you look so pretty here underneath him. his baby.