[miiiriko]

ᥫ᭡. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌!𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐎

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𝜗𝜚 miriko. she/her. bisexual. jjk + blue lock. proship/dc/anti-censorship. 18+ only.

watching: golden girls (1985 sitcom), apothecary diary, ER

listening to ying & yang — sadder days

[yuuta-nii]

shoko strap

[yuuta-nii]

spaghetti strap tank top + cheeky panties + strap on top + lit cigarette + an aloofness in her gaze that you’re so desperate to watch turn into interest

[miiiriko]

every once in a while i remember that geto actually went ahead and created a cult

[miiiriko]

I am quite literally on auto pilot these days

[miiiriko]

For gojo to not comment on Geto’s obvious purple eyebags, his silence, his wilting posture, but to comment on his weight first. And I think he was wearing his winter uniform to hide how thin he’d gotten ?

[miiiriko]

forcefully grabbing them or yanking them by their collar but all they do in response is sigh dreamily because they process it as you like them so much you can’t even keep your composure and you have to hurt them a little to show how deep your affection goes that it turns into aggression

[annadante-writes]

actually can't believe i'm just noticing this but it's like heart. yuuji is holding him in heart shape!

"i'm taking him hostage" / "I'll live with you"

[miiiriko]

Shoko and Geto noticing Gojo doing strangely nice things only for you that are actually very, very bold sometimes. Quite obviously bold. And you seem to know what his strange behaviour means as well.

It’s just the last person not to figure it out is Gojo himself. He just acts on his intention and lets the moment pass, weirdly enough. Skims over what it might mean. To him, it’s just another fun dynamic he’s being newly exposed to after being caged in his estate for so long.

He hovers over you, leans on you; lets you rummage through his stuff and he does the same to yours. You miss class together and come back disheveled because you wanted to go to eat lunch on a whim in central Tokyo. He wears your obviously tight clothes, he keeps a spare hair-tie on him for you. Keeps the drink you like stocked because he has contacts with the vending machine suppliers. Etc etc

[miiiriko]

the kicked puppy expression on men really transcends everything. second is bloodlust

[umesakus-archived]

𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐.

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ fluff / established relationship / cuddling. that’s pretty much it it’s basically just pure fluff!!! but really sappy because apparently i’m in a mood. there’s some slight selfship vibes because i couldn’t help myself but overall i don’t think it’s too bad / 1.1k words

HAPPY EARLY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! i got hit with this all of a sudden and decided to write and share it while i had the time/motivation. hope you enjoy, this made me rather emotional to write tbh!

He’s like a large dog that’s unaware of its own size, inviting itself to sit upon its owner’s lap despite the near crushing weight of its body. That’s the best comparison you have to how Satoru positions himself as you relax together in bed, his torso covering your own as his head rests happily upon your chest.

The hour is late and it would serve you both well to properly dress down and nest beneath the covers for the night, but the energy for the task has yet to strike either of you, and, well… it simply feels nice to be close like this, even if you’re admittedly struggling to breathe. Satoru’s weight is heavy upon your ribcage, his muscles limp and eyes closed with the intent to drift off at any moment.

You’ve lulled him into a state close to slumber with your rhythmic breathing and the dancing of your fingertips along his scalp, white strands of beautiful silk slipping between your digits in a most soothing manner. He could write endless prose about how your heartbeat feels like home thumping beneath him, and the tender touch of your hands helps welcome him to the abode. Your presence brings him closer to peace than almost anything ever has, and that’s why you feel reluctant to disturb his rest. But he is indeed stealing your breath, and not in a lyrical way.

“Satoru, baby… you’re crushing me.”

Your confession is soft and warm against him like an angel’s breath, and that only makes him want to further solidify his position, to hold down his fort.

Without even opening his eyes, he just petulantly hums against you in protest, almost like a whine as he tightens his grip and more forcefully presses his cheek to your chest.

You wriggle beneath him, the motion providing you with an inkling of relief so that you’re able to settle again, allowing Satoru to continue his reign unchallenged. You simply sigh as you both go lax again, falling into the same quiet rhythm as before.

This time you pay more attention to the familiar slope of his nose, the gentle white sweep of his eyelashes, the pink tint of cheeks heated by contentment and fatigue. What a beautiful form, not just for being cut in ways that are pleasing to the eye, but for being completely and unapologetically him. And for waiting on you to love him like you do now.

There’s a sensation in your chest and it isn’t from the weight of Satoru’s skull on it. It isn’t sudden either—it’s more so like it has been there for some time, and you’ve just now taken the notion to realize it. There is no fright or ambiguity. Only peace and acceptance.

“Satoru,” you call in a gentle yet determined breath as you gaze down upon him. He is unaware.

“Hm,” he replies. It’s a half-conscious staccato grunt of acknowledgement. Your fingers still their motions in his hair.

“Do you wanna marry me?”

You speak as casually as you might when asking him what he wants for dinner.

It takes a moment for it to register, but when it does, he’s sleepily opening his eyes and resting his chin on your chest to look up at you with genuine inquiry. “Huh?” His hair is mussed, blue eyes squinted, brain layered with fog.

You repeat yourself, expression neutral. “Do you wanna marry me?”

The second utterance from your lips rouses him further from his tired state, body shifting somewhat from the fresh anticipation, his eyes still glued to your face.

“Yeah… yeah, of course I do.” It’s the truth. He’s made it rather clear on several occasions, whether it be through somewhat teasing tongue-in-cheek remarks or more serious speculations about how he always pictures you in his future. But what you don’t know is that he’s had a ring picked out for you for quite some time now, waiting until the moment it seemed like you loved him enough to not say ‘no.’

Satoru’s bleary eyes now sparkle with hope as he watches you, wondering what this is all supposed to mean.

Valentine’s Day is in a mere few days but that matters little to you. What really does matter is that feeling in your chest, that realization that came from being willing to let him smother you beneath his weight if only to allow him a few more moments of peace. The realization that you would gladly run short on oxygen for him because you know he would do the same for you in return. The realization that you gladly linger on the beauty of his existence and his willingness to offer you his vulnerability on a silver platter. The realization that you aren’t afraid to love him anymore.

This wasn’t planned. It wasn’t overthought. It simply blossomed following a period of growth.

Finally, after a few more moments of letting that feeling settle, you speak. “Well… will you?”

His gaze never falters, but he’s propping himself up more properly now, jaw going slack as he searches your face for any signs of humor or dishonesty.

“Will I…?” he trails off, dumbstruck, brain working to become fully alert as his heart thumps.

“Will you marry me?”

Satoru is still unsure of whether or not you’re joking, but if you were, he’d say you’re the greatest actor on the face of the planet. Your expression is serious, determined, and unwavering, and it causes every inch of him to flutter. Surely he’s dreaming. Surely this isn’t truly happening.

“Don’t mess around with me,” he says defensively yet with a hint of hope still coloring his tone. He’s expecting you to grin and laugh, to say that it was all in good fun. But your aura remains sincere.

Your hands move up to cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking over the rosy hue as you speak. “Do I look like I’m messing around?”

Several beats of silence pass and your eyes are locked, and Satoru gently shakes his head after discerning that you are in fact not playing a practical joke. Looking closely enough, you swear you see the subtle mist of tears adorning his lower lashes.

“…So?” you question in a half-whisper, urging him to give you an answer despite the suddenness of it all.

Satoru blinks and stares, absorbing it, accepting it as reality and internally rejoicing.

Finally.

He had bought the ring but you had asked the question. You’d met each other in the middle without even knowing it, without him having to roundabout beg for it anymore. It’s all he ever could’ve hoped for.

“Yes.”

[miiiriko]

thinking about doing experiments on gojo and he’s soooooo interested. he’s staring intensely at the wound you’re making on his forearm with no thoughts in his head. in a heady daze, he asks you to press it and you do with firm pressure. it goes straight to his dick

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

People have really forgotten that yandere is literally a horror trope. No I don't want a "green flag yandere" I want an endless pit of dread in my stomach and also a sense of arousal that shouldn't be there

You youths have forgotten the original tomes

[miiiriko]

I’m trying outfits in front of gojo and he becomes the most serious he’s ever been btw

[miiiriko]

gojo as the last unicorn bro time out

[hyenagirlpenis]

Surprising you by asking if you want to make out, and you're so flustered that you acquiesce even if you're not sure you want to, but when we sit down on the couch, I just lift your shirt and start to make out with your nipples while you're frozen with shock and overwhelmed by sensation, on and on, until you're sore and squirming. Every time you try to protest, I just try different sensations using more pressure or pain until you can't form a sentence so I can go back to enjoying myself. And when I'm satisfied, I just pull your shirt back down and move on like nothing happened!

[hyenagirlpenis]

Now that you've let me do it once, I keep asking to "make out" with increasing expectation that you'll say yes whenever and wherever I want, until I'm pulling you into closets and hidden corners and behind doors without warning just to tease and play with your nipples. The demanding forcefulness gets you turned on more easily every time, until within moments you're whimpering and squeezing your legs together, and eventually you try to guide my hand to your lap, and I pull it back and make fun of you for being so easy to turn on after just a little making out.

[miiiriko]

the pining can never stop unfortunately idgaf if they’re married or whatever. the pining must go on the angst must continue the longing the deep aching cavity in their chest must be OPEN and never closed

[miiiriko]

Character A being so dense about B’s feelings for so long that B intentionally puts them in various intimate and suggestive settings to relieve themself momentarily of their torture before going back to Friend Mode