yunamoona

[yunamoona]

Jjk is breaking me so bad rn i cannoooot

I’m gonna cancel it out by rewatching the HXH chimera ant arc I’ll tell yall how it goes

negative + negative = a positive

[yunamoona]

Geto didn’t take his tamagotchi pet with him when he defected and so gojo’s been keeping it alive

[yunamoona]

I’ve talked before about Satoru being a terrible, clumsy high school flirt, and this would be a rare instance where him and Suguru can barely relate.

Suguru’s also a bad flirt, but not in the same sense. He’s not a bad flirt— more like a baaad flirt. He has a recipe and it’s definitely not Satoru’s, but his isn’t completely right either, ykwim? At least it has a higher success rate than his though.

Before you and Suguru even started dating, it seemed like the universe’s will brought you together in any way possible, like it was meant to be.

Little do you know, the universe’s will is Suguru’s will.

It was never meant to trick you by any means. Suguru just happens to be opportunistic. Opportunistic, and just so, sooo infatuated with you. Which led to this first of his subtle, strategic advances.

“Where is it, where is it…” You muttered to yourself with a defeated sigh, throwing your hands down against your thighs as you rock off your tiptoes back onto your heels. It wasn’t above your locker, or in it, or in your bag. You’ve already scoured your homeroom and other odd places around the main building, but your umbrella seemed to have simply…vanished. You swore you remembered bringing it in today, anticipating the downpour of the afternoon that was now thundering against the roof of the overhang as you stepped outside.

“Need an umbrella?”

Just as you were mentally preparing yourself to make a break for your dorm, you’re met with the sight of a familiar benign grin and kind narrow eyes. Oh, and that crazy weird side bang. Geto, was it?

He only hums in amusement at your stilted nod and exasperated explanation of how you swear you had it earlier. His smile only widened, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes at your animated frustrations.

“How unfortunate,” Geto sympathized as he shifted his umbrella to shield over your head as well. “Come on, I’ll walk with you. I insist, it’s no trouble.”

Of course you didn’t refuse the gesture, following with a flutter in your chest as he so generously escorted you to the dorms, shoulders brushing occasionally along the way.

What a coincidence, that he happened to be there, ready to offer you his umbrella. How kind of him. At least, it seemed that way to you.

Earlier that afternoon Geto had raised a hand to his curse before making one more quick check over his shoulder to make sure you were still out of sight. Coast clear.

“Don’t swallow it. I plan to return it later.”

The blubbering grotesque jumble of round faces and swollen lips gargled and slobbered all over your half gorged umbrella, regurgitating it at his command.

And maybe clean it too, he mentally noted as he cringed at the string of curse-saliva dribbling down the handle. Not that you would ever know it was dirty, of course. He’d look like the perfect gentleman when he kindly returned your lost umbrella the next afternoon, claiming he had stumbled upon it in the lost and found whilst looking for his lost keychain.

Funny, you were sure you checked there at least three times yesterday…

But it’s no harm no foul, really. Plus he’s fairly good at covering his tracks, so you won’t find out for a good while. If the universe is in his favor, he estimates you won’t catch on until at least after your 3rd anniversary— give or take. And more likely than not, the universe is in his favor.

a/n: he a little crazy and obsessed like that ໒꒰ྀི⸝ꈍ ꈍ꒱ྀིა but it’s okay bc ngl I am too. I have stuff to add onto this but it’s 2am and I’m tired so it’ll probably be another drabble

tagging my girl @nanamisbbygirl here’s that Geto fluff ૮꒰˶ ◝ᵕ◜˶ ꒱ა🩶

[yunamoona]

I’m literally about to start crying again over these stupid flippin stupid heads

[yunamoona]

men are such an inconvenience

[yunamoona]

I’m blessed by this

thinking about prof gojo again, thanks to my muse @yunamoona

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all you can think about when sitting in the front row is what happened between you and your professor last night. he found you at the bar, and offered to buy him a drink. you were blabbering on and on about how much you were enjoying his course, but in all honesty you only took it because of the reviews about gojo. girls gushed over his charms and good looks. there were event rumours that he went out with students, and the more you sat in his class the more your crush on him began to form.

so when he had you on your knees, sucking his cock like a good student, you were over the moon. your pussy still clenched thinking about it-- how his big arms wrapped around your neck, how his cologne lingered on your cloths, how his blue eyes pierce into your soul.

but there was one think about professor gojo that wasn't on the review sites; he was mean. mean in the way he would cold call you knowing full well he made you loose your voice. his eyes would glitter with amusement, seeing the way your rough, raspy responses barely had enough strength to leave your mouth.

he loved it even more that you had that cute little pout on your face, it was so cute how easily you became flustered. he wondered how you'd melt all over him after class, all he had to do was to tell you to stay afterwards.

"do you know what the textbook was referring to, miss l/n?" that was the fourth time that lecture that he had called on you. the other girls stared at you with jealousy. it was clear you had become the favorite student.

you shook your head, holding your head low, missing the way his lips stretched into a smile. "stay after lecture, it seems as though i have to remind some of you the importance of keeping up with the readings."

this made you heat up even more, and even though there were twenty minutes left of allowed class time, he dismissed everyone-- everyone except for you that is.

gojo sat at the desk chair that was positioned at the front of the lecture hall. he motioned for you to come closer to him. you felt so guilty, as though you'd committed the worst crime.

"i'm sorry" you tried say, but it hurt to talk, and you gently rubbed your throat. but you still felt as though you owed him an explanation, "after i went home i was just so tired, i didn't get a chance to do the readings." it was a deserpate attempt for him to empathize with your case, after all, he was the reason you were up so late.

"if you can't handle it, maybe i should find another student to give the attention to." he said, twirling a pencil around his in between his slender fingers.

you eyes widened, shaking your head feverishly.

"no-" your voice cracked, "i can handle it 'm sorry." you paused again before continuing: "it won't happen again, sir."

"good" he mused, "now come closer."

who were you to not listen to him? as he looked up at you from his chair, his hands found their way to the back of your thighs, making sure you were as close as you be before bringing you into his lap.

"tell me, i know your sweet little voice is all rough and sore, but who did you wear this cute little outfit for?" in one hand he toyed with the hem of your mini skirt, and in the other he began to unbutton the your cardigan, revealing the low cut tank top underneath.

"for you, sir." you told him quiet. he seemed to like this because as you wiggled back into his body, you could feel the warm bulge that was down your throat the night before.

"that's what i thought..." he reached underneath the skirt, placing his thumb against your clothed clit, tracing small circles. "you're very naughty for that, how am i supposed to give my lectures when you let my imagination run wild. i'm dying to know what under this tiny little piece of fabric."

his voice is calm and collected. he knows he's in control of you, and if he wanted to he could have you unraveling on his fingers in minutes. but where's the fun in that?

"do my fingers feel good like this, baby girl?" you nod with excitement.

"will you please put them inside me?" it's so adorable how you think he'll do what you want just because you ask nicely.

"i would, if you hadn't been bad recently. you neglected your readings for my class." he knows this will have you up in arms, protesting with soft bratty whines. and like clock work, you do what brats do best.

"fine." he agrees, "on one condition." you look at him, nibbling your lower lip wondering what it is he wants you to do.

"if you make so much as a peep, i'll stop, and say goodbye me helping you cum, okay pretty? that means no moans or groans, do you think you can manage?"

you nod.

"good, you don't want me getting in any trouble do you?"

you shake your head.

professor gojo pressed your back against his chest, opening your legs and letting them fall over the chair arms. he feels up the damp spot on your pantings, his heart racing at how wet you got just over a little scolding. he can only image how you'd react if he pushed your ass in the air and gave you a good spanking.

it was easy to tell that you were so close to letting out small whimpers, but you still tried collecting yourself, espeically when he reached into your panties to feel your warm, plush gummy walls.

his fingers were so long and big, he was smiling from ear to ear with the way you were throwing your head back, eyes clamped shut. he hits the spots that no one else could possibly reach, curling up his fingers while his palm applied pressure to your needy clit.

"remember what i told you, don't make any noise, your pussy is loud enough." you were flushed with embarrassment as he mentioned the sloppy noises that came from your cunt.

you tried placing your hand over your mouth, but the professor forbid it. you were pressing down your lips as to avoid making a sound. you couldn't risk not getting to finish, espeically with how skillfully gojo was working away at your pussy.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that long overdue final release, but you couldn't tell him that-- still somehow he seemed to know. he began kissing your neck, nibbiling a little bit at your flesh, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

gojo really was mean, you let out a soft mewl as he bite down on your neck, gasping when you realized what that meant. orgasm ruined. his fingers slipped out of you just as quickly as they slipped in.

"i'm sorry, baby, maybe next time. now we better get going, another class will be using the hall soon." you tried collecting yourself, trying to beg for a second chance, but gojo was adament. he wasn't going to let you just break his one rule.

"don't cry, sweet thing, you'll get another chance. now remember to do your readings." he gave you a little kiss on the forehead, as if that would ease the ache within your core, "i'll see you at next week's lecture, yeah?"

[yunamoona]

as promised 🙃

BOOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

YES GAAAWWDDD

[yunamoona]

i like the way you think… maybe some more prof gojo will be in the near future heheh

PLEAAASE

me when u write prof!gojo

[yunamoona]

Oh I 🩶 this

ITS THE WAY prof!gojo would literally abuse your throat until its raw and then call on you for eeeevery question in class the next day, knowing damn well you can’t speak.

Literally preening at how raspy and strained your voice sounds, chiding you for not talking loud enough. He looks so smug.

stops you after class though to offer you a cough drop HES SOO MEANN

thinking about jjk men as profs-- more specifically profs who mess around with their students....

NANAMI would be the stern type, like he doesn't want to admit how much ecstasy he gets from seeing you sneak into his office hours. you claim to have a question about the weekly assignments, but when your legs press together and your blouse hangs low, it seems that's not your only motivation. he begrudgingly helps you out with more than just schoolwork, making sure to tame the pulsing heat between your legs. he spread you over his desk, propping your legs on his shoulders, dipping his tongue in and out of your pussy, sucking on your clit. "does this help?" he hums.

GOJO is the professor that manages to have his classes filled with young girls, all crushing on him. he plays into it, though, and often frequents the bars seeing which little slut is needy enough to crawl after him. that's where you come in; wooed over so easily after just one drink. now, you peer up with him, the seemingly innocent puppy-dog eyes are secretly cock hungry. he slaps his dick across your face, making sure to use every inch of your throat, reminding you how lucky you are to see him like this. he's so charming you thank him for cumming in your mouth. he only chuckles, "i'll see you in class tomorrow."

GETO likes giving out extra credit. when you talk to him after class, tears overwhelming your cute little eyes, telling him how you're actually a good student! your midterm results will ruin your record! he can tell that you're a good girl, and that you'd do anything for a good grade. so when he offers you a way to get extra credit you quite literally jump on the idea. geto sits on his office chair, feet planted on the ground, listening to the sweet sounds of your skin clashing together. he unbuttons your shirt, eyeing your sheer bra. it makes him smile, grunting at the way you squeeze his har cock. "this was what you were hoping for, wasn't it-- are you really a good girl? or are you a little slut?"

[yunamoona]

dismantling the patriarchy begins with dismantling the zipper on Gojo’s pants 🙏🏽

“eat the rich!!!!” i say as i pull gojo’s panties to the side

[yunamoona]

everyone shut up my new fav podcast just dropped

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˖ ꯴ ⌇ featuring . . . understanding characters at their core, implementing it in writing, satoru gojo + characterisations that are forgotten/overlooked ( split into two parts pls check out part 2 here )

[yunamoona]

on EVERYBODY’S soul we ALL crying about Gojo rn for no reason 😂🙏🏽!!!!

[yunamoona]

“Whyyyy,”

Your grief stricken sobs still haven’t ceased as you lay draped against the tub in a crumpled pile of limbs on the floor of the bathroom.

“Babyyy, I said I’m sorry.” You can hear Satoru placate for about the hundredth time, but the laughter in his tone only makes you cry harder. “Okay? ‘m sorryyy.”

“How— could you do this— to— meee??” Is what you continue to wail, words severed by hyperventilated breaths and hiccups.

A few muted chuckles shake Satoru’s frame as he crouched down on his haunches, large, warm palms gently taking your hands that were fisted full of silky white strands. His lips are pressed into a too chipper grin for your liking as he nuzzled the crown of his head into your tear-damp cheek. Prickly but soft hairs that were barely taller than a fraction of an inch needle at your skin, the texture alike to the soft half of Velcro. The sensation alone elicits an involuntary whimper from you.

You’re well aware of Gojo’s oddball sense of fashion, and even more weary of how men seem to have a peccant for giving themselves the most god awful atrocious hair cuts. But you never thought that you and your boyfriend would fall victims to the buzz cut epidemic.

Your mortal enemy lays discarded near the sink, the evidence of its massacre scattered across the counter and tiles in fluffy tufts, like fresh fallen snow. In the back of your mind you’ve already made note to thoroughly dispose of the electric trimmers later. Maybe you’d invest in a steam roller to give them the slow and proper death they deserved for robbing you of your second truest love: Satoru’s hair.

“No. Stop.” You demand, laughing weakly despite yourself and catalyzing his airy giggles.

“It’s gonna grow back.” He promised as he lifted his head so he could press kisses to the corners of your dewy eyes. You blink blearily, frown hard set as you chance a look into his less than sympathetic azure eyes…and your gaze drifts upward to his stupid fucking egg head.

“Nooo, no,” he croons as your tear ducts overflow once more, gathering you up in his arms to rock the two of you back and forth. Still with that damn smile. “None of that.”

Whether it’s an overreaction or not, your mourning doesn’t end until he literally starts lapping up the trails of your tears like someone’s unruly dog to get you chiding him rather than making yourself any soggier. And you surely aren’t consoled until he promises— solemnly swears to never take a razor to his scalp again.

a/n: after seeing first year Gojo’s itty bitty bangs and cute little haircut it immediately hit me that Satoru would be the type of man to buzz cut his hair out of the blue like an idiot.

(When his hair grows back into an awkward phase you pull up his first year photos and make fun of dote on how he looks like his 15 year old self again)

[yunamoona]

Me when someone says something about my favorite character and it’s literally so wrong and not right at all and they could never know or love him as much as I do

(The someone in question being Gege Akutami and the character Satoru Gojo)

[yunamoona]

The first year Geto sketches are making me so fucking ill

he looks so happy calling his mom. Unpacking for that damn school.

DONT LET MY BABY GO TO THAT SCHOOOLA

[yunamoona]

ᯓ★ IM ALIVE

hi I’ve been busy but I’m alive ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

I’ve been stuck being very busy with life stuff the past several days I haven’t even had time to cry about Gojo, but WOW I had about 8 followers last week and we’ve kind of skyrocketed to 200…uhm! hi!!!

ty for all the love and support on my writing, seriously it really motivates me to share more of it since I’m always a bit shy to post ｡°૮₍°´ᯅ`°₎ა °｡🩶!!!

as always my ask box is open to requests, feedback, or just a yap sesh ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა xoxo ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[yunamoona]

the gel is lifting from my nails right now they need done again soon…

If Gojo was here he would never let this happen 💔