#goj

[kenm4vhs]

it’s been two months already, bring him back to me 🥺

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

satoru gojo, the office slut [ intro to series ]

★ lil bratty sub sato, dom gn reader, m!receiving anal, m!receiving handjob, can be read as dick or strap, gentle sex, soft brat taming?? is that a thing? ★

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satoru has a reputation in the office. he always wins the weekly contest between 'interns' on who can help the most employees, walking around with a cheeky smile and purposefully showing off all the markings he's gotten throughout the day with pride.

with you, he's always been such a tease. ever since your first week he's fallen into a rhythm of nagging you every day without fail, 'innocently' finding his way into your office and finding a new way to get you riled up.

he gets fucked just the way he likes, and your productivity skyrockets after you put all your negative energy into him. it's a win-win situation

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Whenever Satoru barges into your office, it's always with a whine of complaint. You don't even have to call for him anymore because without fail he's plopping himself down in your lap right after lunch. White hair tickles your cheek as he buries his face into your shoulder and airs his grievances, hands teasingly drifting along your body as he settles.

“The other guys are always so rough…” Slender hands reach for his already messily buttoned-up shirt, hastily ridding him of the garment once more and revealing his marked-up form. Hickies and love bites are littered all over his pale skin: a testament to how much he manages to get around in a day. “They think they can be mean just because I have a perfect body. You know how many times I got my pretty face slapped today?”

It's always easy to tell when he switches gears into being bratty. His hips grind down against your own subtly, a silent tease before the real one slips from his lips. “Feels like my cock’s bruised too… everyone's been using it this morning.” Despite the desperate pout Satoru wears, he can't hide the excitement in his eyes.

There was some unfounded joy in riling you up, pushing you to the edge purposefully, and testing just how merciful you felt every day. “Can you kiss it better?” A comment like that would normally result in him getting the rough treatment he's bargaining for. Computer pushed to the side as you bend him over the wooden desk, the room filling with the sound of his pathetic whines and moans as he's pounded into oblivion.

It was fun to do things like that, of course, taking out your frustration on someone who's just begging to be ruined. He always did look prettier with tears streaming down his cheeks and caught in his long lashes... but something about it felt too much like a reward. So you give him exactly what he's asking for.

The moment almost feels too sweet, kissing him tenderly while bouncing him on your lap. Your lips press over all the blemishes coating his skin, ignoring him as he incessantly begs for you to manhandle him. Despite how gently you treat him he's still got his face buried in against your skin, biting at your shoulder and whimpering into your ear. It's a big change of pace in the way he usually gets taken care of, but not terrible.

The warmth of your hand wrapped around his cock, giving it slow strokes while maintaining the constant rhythm of thrusting into him, pulls him to the edge in no time. Satoru almost expects you to flip the script on him, waiting for the other shoe to drop and result in his orgasm being ruined or being stuck on the edge as you tease him relentlessly.

He's pleasantly surprised when you grant the mercy of letting him tip over the edge. Thick cum paints both of your stomachs white, thin strands connecting your body as he swiftly pulls you into another embrace. The kiss is as hungry as usual, his tongue frantically brushing against your own as his fingers tangle into your hair. White hair has long since fallen into his eyes, baby blues teary when they finally open back up.

Satoru mumbles out a quiet "Thanks..." after pulling away, body slumped against yours as he recovers. He spends the rest of the day in your lap, cuddled up with you while you work and annoying you all the while.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[s4toruss]

okayyyy which one of my glorious ideas should i write first

frat boy gojo! x nerdy reader! - long shot

rockstar bf gojo! x reader! - long shot

Voting ended onApr 30, 2024

[sceptiica1]

Satoru Gojo

HEHheheh... baka. you dare submit an anonymous post to MY tumblr UTTERING *His* name. Heheheheh... you don't know who youre talkign to.

I take off my mask revealing my true identity..........

YOWAIMO!!!!

#gojo satoru sogjo

[rayclubs]

That one time I was on the phone with a business client and had to say "gauge" but realized I've never pronounced this word out loud before. Well. Haha. Goj

[nem0c]

As I left a cinema during the final credits one night, to miss having to stand for the national anthem, a man in the aisle stood in my way as the anthem began. In a rage, I lifted him from the ground by his lapels and threw him between the seats amongst the litter. I stared at him, waiting for any justifiable excuse to murder him. I was furious at my crassness later, not for wanting to murder a patriotic cretin but for risking losing my liberty for such a trivial reason. I mentioned the incident to Myra. She guffawed at the surreal spectacle I would have presented, strangling him to death in the ice-cream cartons to the tune of the national anthem.

Ian Brady, quoted in The Untold Story of the Moors Murders by Dr Alan Keightley

[mattfractionblog]

Dear HBO and NBC;

I would literally buy a whole ‘other set of blurays or iTunes episodes of the whole of GoT if there was a Leslie + Seth Commentary track option, i wouldn’t even steal it from the internet like everyone in australia

[nem0c]

It is not the repetitive, turgid pornography in de Sade's books that are believed to be dangerous and corrupting by the censors and rulers of the status quo. Rather, it was his ideas, pushing existentialism, nihilism and relativism to that tightrope between sanity and madness. His writings have been perennial since the eighteenth century for this reason. As for his pornography itself, I was bored rigid by it.

Ian Brady, quoted in The Untold Story of the Moors Murders by Dr Alan Keightley