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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･kiss it better (ft. satoru gojo)
hi guys! i got the will to write again LMAO. i promise i'm not ignoring anyone or disappearing into the nether, i'm getting to my comments, messages + asks and plan to work on reqs in the coming weeks!
you cannot convince me satoru gojo wouldn't be a yearner if he were someone's ex. in fact, it's why he keeps coming back. he always finds another way into your life.
so far, you're on number 4.
he knocked on your door because he "needed" flour.
you called bullshit.
and still let him in.
"since when do you bake?" you snort, rummaging through the cabinets for the ingredient you're not even sure you have.
"i found a cookie recipe," he shrugs, leaning against the drawer next to you.
"there's a grocery store downstairs."
"and?"
he only smiles.
silence. you pause, cabinet door still hanging open.
"satoru."
"yes?" he asks, folding his arms and looking up at you. the way he looks at you makes your stomach turn. he glances at the counter behind you and glances back up with a shit-eating grin.
"what?" you ask, defensive. you whip your head around.
your laptop was still propped up there, right where you just finished cooking. love island still playing silently in the background.
"you watch love island?" he laughs.
"what does it look like, satoru?" you sigh, still digging through the cabinet. the sooner you can find it, the sooner he can stop standing in your kitchen while you try to watch complicated couples make out with each other.
it's almost ironic.
"if you haven't found it," he smiles, nodding towards the laptop again. "it may not be there."
before you can think of something smart to say, he leans in.
his lips brush your chin.
soft.
absentmindedly.
like he hadn't thought about it since the last time he'd seen you.
he wanders out the kitchen.
and then pokes his head back in.
"he doesn't even like her, by the way," satoru says. you look back at the screen again.
you roll your eyes and grab the bag.
"go!" you huff, handing it to him.
he takes it.
walks to the door, opens it.
and stands in the doorway.
"no kiss this time?" he pouts.
you walk towards him, fists balling his shirt as you pull him down to you. your lips meet his. one big palm meets the side of your face, fingers curling at the back of your neck.
you melt into the kiss, pulling him closer until the door shuts behind you both. he drops the flour as his back hits the wooden frame.
his other arm snakes around your waist.
"there," you mock, pulling back. "you got your kiss."
"don't start," he mumbles against your lips.
you chuckle, kissing him again – deeper this time. a whimper leaves his throat. his grip shifts and one hand slides beneath your thigh.
then the other, lifting you with ease.
the kitchen light disappears behind you. it's kinda embarrassing how naturally he still knows his way around.
he carries you straight through the hallway, backing up enough to get a good look in the mirror.
he glances down, smile widening.
"these are new," he laughs. "don't tell me i'm special!"
when you catch your reflection, you finally see it. the pink lace of your panties peeks out from under your robe.
"you wish," you snicker, as you press a kiss under his jaw.
a cloudy white splotch haunts you in the corner of your vision.
that fucking bag.
"did you actually need flour?"
satoru pauses, turning to look back at the door. he sees the stupid zipped baggy and closes his eyes, trying not to laugh.
"..no"
"you're cleaning that, y'know."
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HAPPY JUNETEENTH
i’m in my flop era omg 😭
Hello is thid new theme of am i out of ut
new theme for the summer heheh
old theme was starting to make me feel like the first pic idk 😭 maybe a new theme will motivate me to write more.
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doctors orders by @manonism
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football player sukuna! by @smuxx52
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@antholoji ‘s -> Guilty as sin?
Luzzy fuzzy wuzzy. Hot so hot!! I’m melting just reading this. Love the character dynamics. So well written omg. Favorite and I am waiting so patiently for the next update.
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real shit lol
for the past year i’ve been in remission for anxiety (i have/had generalized anxiety disorder) and a really big portion of it stems from social interactions. i really want to say this blog has been such a creative outlet and i’m forever grateful for the friendships i’ve made out of it.
fanfiction has been a huge part of my life even as a kid writing in composition books with my best friends.
i’ve been less active partially due to the @/tojioffline situation as many of my friends have been affected and it’s hurt to see so many peers leave. also, it’s really skewed my perception of interacting online - as while others have handled it gracefully, i can acknowledge i don’t have that much grace or empathy.
i guess with all of this said, i’m not quitting writing. but i do ask everyone here to be patient with me as i try to find motivation again for publicly doing something i normally love to do.
luv ya! 💕
KILL THAT NIGGA KLAY IMMEDIATELY
Omggg Toji and Drink Nr. 38 🤤🤤🤤🤤
.ೃ🍋🟩 event here ⋮ payment authorized: running up sugardaddy!toji’s credit card
a/n: idea creds to another author! they wrote something similar about gojo and i thought it was hot + fits toji so mwah luv if i find their acc i'll tag them here! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡
twenty thousand dollars is an absurd amount of money.
that could buy you a brand new car.
or cover rent for months.
but for toji, that was one mission. one job – three days at most. he could blow it all today and make it again tomorrow if he really wanted.
sometimes he did. for the thrill of it, to feed his gambling addiction – or to spoil you.
so, when he stood in the doorway, reading off each charge – along with the total – you didn’t think it could be that bad.
originally.
“three hundred and eighty-seven dollars,” he read, voice flat as he squints at the small screen. “at sephora?”
you blink up at him, eyes twinkling under your recently touched-up lashes. completely unsuspecting.
and worse?
unremorseful.
honestly, he probably would have thought he’d been robbed blind had he not remembered giving you his card.
he told you not to worry about the limit.
“use it,” he’d said, barely even looking back when handing you the titanium card. like it meant nothing.
until you were sitting in front of him with an insidious amount of bags containing all of your favorite brands. and almost a thousand dollars worth of lingerie under your clothes.
“five thousand and sixty dollars,” toji grumbled. “what the fuck is van cleef?”
you tilt your head, like you’re actually thinking about it.
as if you didn’t spend almost four hours in the store.
“jewelry,” you say finally, dangling your wrist. the bracelet charms jingle, glinting in the light. his eye twitches.
“five thousand,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “for that?”
you shrug.
“it was cute.”
his eyes flick over the bags scattered around you.
then back to your face.
“yeah,” he mutters. “i can see that.”
“anything else i should know about?”
your gaze flickers down to his waistband and lingers for a moment. the outline beneath his pants is painfully obvious. for someone acting so pissed, his body clearly didn’t get the memo.
for a moment, you wonder if he read that charge.
“spoiled brat,” he mutters, shaking his head as he scrolls through the charges again.
“and a thousand six hundred dollars,” he reads, brows furrowing as he reads the screen slowly.
he pauses for a moment, looking up and between you, the bags, and the screen.
“agent… provocateur?”
your eyes meet his and you glance away. his jaw tightens as he crosses his arms.
“...wanna explain that one?”
you bounce your leg, trying to play innocent. “lingerie..”
his eyes widen and he moves to the bags, digging through each one. after four, he sighs – giving up.
“which one?” he asks. it’s not really a question.
“what do you mean?”
“don’t play dumb with me,” toji says, voice low. “where’s the damn lingerie?” he steps away from the bags, coming closer to the edge of the bed.
right where you’re sitting – your thighs pressing together without thinking.
“don’t worry about it,” you mumble under your breath. he squints at you before his gaze lowers, looking directly at your sweater.
“show me.”
“no.”
“take the sweater off.”
your fingers lace between the hem of your sweater. you glance down at your sweater – then up at him.
“or what?”
and sure, you’d fucked him in all types of different moods before. angry, annoyed, drunk, sober, even absolutely delighted.
but what you didn’t expect – was to be laying across his lap, breasts pressed against his thigh as he slapped your pussy softly. teasing and a little too pleased with himself.
“greedy little thing, huh?” he chuckles, fingers curling against your walls. you clenched desperately as he pulled them out. the emptiness left you a sticky mess, fluttering around nothing.
“toji!!” you whine, pushing yourself up immediately – needy and exasperated – before beginning to settle in his lap, back pressed to his chest.
his cock slaps against your thigh – hot, heavy, and thick. precum coats your ass cheek as he lines up and pushes in slowly. his chin rests against your shoulder, watching the way you almost take him fully.
“fuuuuck– i knew you’d be a good girl for me and take it… you got so messy on my fingers. doesn’t my cock feel better,” he hisses, a calloused hand massaging your tummy – right where he was buried inside you.
you nod – absolutely helpless.
“so tell me again, hm, what’s this one?”
you squirm, half desperate for more and half unsure. you drop your head, catching a glimpse of the black lace. it’s hard to focus when his thrusts leave you breathless, let alone speak.
“i-i don’t know,” you argue, grasping onto his thighs.
“you don’t know, baby?” he mutters. “spent all that money and you can’t even tell me?”
his other hand meets your hips, slamming you back against him.
and that’s all it takes.
your knees buckle – the pressure in your tummy building fast, almost embarrassing really. you were already a mess around him and now he chooses to absolutely hammer that stupid spongy spot inside you.
“tell me baby,” he grunts against your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. his thrusts are ragged now, cock pulsing inside you while your back arches.
“haa– uhhh– velv–velvet–” you whimper out. “n-noir?”
he chuckles, shaking his head as you fall apart under him. an orgasm rips through – and he’s close too. holding onto the last shreds of composure – but his thrusts get ragged.
“fuckfuckfuck– shit–” he grumbles, trying to pull back before giving in, digging deeper. “take it. every last fuckin’ drop and i’ll let you spend it all again, huh?”
guess twenty thousand isn’t all that bad.
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Kei Tsukishima — No. 11
POV: I found a page in your sketchbook... I think you have a crush on a certain middle blocker~
Just a character sheet of rough sketch Kei Tsukishima. Our favourite tsundere!
A @nightingalewrites333 original.
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(18+) satoru gojo has a short-tempered girlfriend
that man likes a challenge.
where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell.
and back.
he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more.
halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place.
cause the dick is just that good.
and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really.
your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest.
what's worse is that he does it on purpose.
antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease.
"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust.
one hand traces your curves. then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches.
filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him.
you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out.
"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."
satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him.
if anything, it makes his smile widen.
"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."
you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with.
slam
“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something.
anything.
with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.
satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you.
“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading. “you were talking so much shit earlier.”
he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head.
“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him. “what happened to all that attitude, hm?”
“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–” you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”
he laughs again.
maybe he still deserves to be whacked.
cause it’s not that good.
right?
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(18+) satoru gojo has a short-tempered girlfriend
that man likes a challenge.
where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell.
and back.
he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more.
halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place.
cause the dick is just that good.
and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really.
your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest.
what's worse is that he does it on purpose.
antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease.
"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust.
one hand traces your curves. then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches.
filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him.
you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out.
"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."
satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him.
if anything, it makes his smile widen.
"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."
you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with.
slam
“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something.
anything.
with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.
satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you.
“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading. “you were talking so much shit earlier.”
he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head.
“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him. “what happened to all that attitude, hm?”
“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–” you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”
he laughs again.
maybe he still deserves to be whacked.
cause it’s not that good.
right?
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