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vera⊹ eighteen. main writing blog for @veraiism and also the adamant asuka langley defender. jjk (n)sfw blog, minors do not interact with nsfw posts .ᐟ

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[veraiism]

send reqs or smth 😭 need motivation to write smth.

[veraiism]

۶ৎ HEAD NURSE : VERANA .ᐟ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ aka eighteen yo arab-afri from the uk. also satoru's wifey and madara's queen. blog is strictly jujutsu kaisen (n)sfw so minors do not interact < 3. read my rules before following or get blocked.

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© 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞.

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synopsis ᐟ expect the unexpected. a phrase you’ve known all your life but never heeded. that is, until the rich, snobby boy in your class decides to help you out.

little drabble that was meant to be a fic but was scrapped. satoru gojo x fem!reader. cursing, blushing, sweet stuff, sweet names, readers crying, gojo lowkey a weirdo, this is based off a real interaction so….um

seeing satoru gojo first thing in the morning had to be a sign that God didn’t like you very much. you didn’t even know why you were crying in the first place. sitting on one of the benches in the park, knees hugging your chest and trying to block out the cheerful sounds of the kids playing.

“whatcha cryin’ for?” he mused, poking you again once you ignored. somehow, you found him sitting next to you amidst your sobbing session just staring like you were some piece on display at louvre. “none of your fuckin’ business.” you muttered bitterly, fingers fisting in the fabric of your jeans.

his blue eyes were hidden behind his dark shades. horrid things you didn’t know why he even wore. maybe to look cool. yeah, that was something he would definitely do.

“jeez sweets, i was jus’ tryna help!” he yelped like a little boy, leaning back onto the bench, stretching his legs out. you had to stop yourself from just staring at his legs that seemed to stretch on for miles and his muscles thighs straining against the fabric of his pants.

you looked way sheepishly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “so…you jus’ gonna sit here, cryin’?”

“course not, you ass.”

he held a hand over his heart in mock pain, “a lot of people like this ass, thank you very much.” you practically chocked on air at his comment, your puffy red eyes turning to glare at him.

“shut it, gojo.”

you both fell into an uneasy silence, the wind and your slight sniffles being the only sound other than the kids that seemed to be screaming at some game of ball. his white hair curled at his cheek and amidst your staring you notice he’s gotten a new haircut. one that actually suits him.

it’s a clean undercut, leaving the hair at the bottom of his neck a fuzzy white and your almost inclined to lean over just that tiny bit and run your hands over it. you wonder if he would reel back in shock or lean into your touch.

“you’re starin’ cutes.” he snaps a finger infront of your face, snapping you from your reverie. he has the fattest smirk plastered on his face known to man, and you know you’ve messed up when leans back and folds his arms, blue eyes staring at you from behind his glasses.

“i was not!” you don’t know why you try deny, it’s obvious you’ve been caught but you do it for your honor at least. you roll your eyes and look away, “why are you here again?”

he stretches his arms above his head, his sweater riding up and revealing a peak of a toned stomach. “welll…i was just walk-in’ through here and i saw you cryin’ so I decided to pop in and say hi!”

he turns his gaze on you and away from the screaming kids playing on the slides, “you never did say why you were cryin’, fess up sweet cheeks.”

you scoff, chewing on your bottom lip as you contemplate wether to actually tell him. the both of you barely ever talk in school and less outside. you’re just classmates, acquaintances. you’ve never had a full blown conversation between the both of you. you cringe at the thought, scrunching your nose in embarrassment.

“…um..”

“…so…?”

you defend into a tense silence, both of you sneaking glances at the other to see which of you will break first. you’re sure as hell not—

“you goin’ to sit there all day, gojo? y’know im not goin to tell you..”

he sighs in defeat, pushing his dark shades back up to block his eyes but it does little to hide his expression, now pinched in frustration. he swiftly rises from his seat, stretching his arms above his head.

he begins to move away, taking quick strides down the path. you find yourself instinctively calling out to him, “where are you going?”

he turns around, a single brow raised. “home. where else? want me to stay, eh?”

you blush at the insinuation. how dare he try assume that you wanted him to stay with you. he’d come up to you first!

“fuck no, go home.” you replied, even though you knew the feeling curling in your gut was anything but wanting him to leave you.

you watched his figure disappear from your line of sight, internally cursing yourself when you found you wanted him to stay with you.

© veraiism, do not copy, repost or plagiarize my work.

[veraiism]

ﾟ ꒰ ঌ SLUTTT ME OUT !? ଓ

᭡. synopsis. jujutsu kaisen men ēating you out on different occasions.

᭡. tags. satoru gojō, suguru getō, tōji fushigurō, x fem!reader. MDNI. cunnigulus. mentions of cūming. implied multiple rounds. breast fondling. um..idk what else. not proofread so sorry for the repetitive writing 🤸🏽‍♀️.

᭡. notes. um. first actual fic in a loooong timeee. 😔 writers block has me on my knees but on the bright side 😝 morocco here i comee 🙌🏽🙌🏽.

SATORU GOJŌ has you on your knees in minutes when he sees you walk out in a sundress for the first time. yeah, the weather was absolutely scorching for you to wearing your usual attire which consisted of dark colours, and yes, he was aware of how hot it could get in your the kitchen but even still, you shouldn’t be walking around in such a dress with him around especially since now, he finds himself stuffing his face into your ass. the tight fabric of the light blue dress is hurriedly pushed up the smooth expanse of your behind, exposing your gorgeous legs for him, and only him to see.

his fingers grip the flesh of your hips, keeping you locked in place as you writhed and squirmed, back arching under the sinful ministrations of his tongue on your soaking folds. it was a well known fact that gojō had a filthy mouth, but what you didn’t know before you began dating the strongest sorcerer was that his mouth was filthy in more than one way.

his name left your mouth in breathless gasps, your fingers gripping the wooden table you were currently bent over. breath hitched in your throat, closing your eyes when you felt him sucking on your swollen and needy clit, the edges of his teeth purposefully grazing the sensitive flesh. relishing in the shivers that ran up your quivering thighs every time.

‘‘—a-ah—‘toruu—the dress—!’’ you frantically whined, feeling his tongue pass a long languid stroke through your slit, your slick coating his tongue before he began prodding your savoury entrance in a teasing manner. you swore you could practically feel his devilish smirk when your walls involuntarily clench around what little of the muscle actually entered you.

if you were to tell gojō that he had one place, anywhere on earth he could live, he would tell you it had to be between your legs. he was addicted to feeling your cunt pulsating with need on his face, his white hair tickling your inner thighs. your addictive juices are a slick trail glistening and smudged on his cheeks and chin and he knows he’s never tasted anything better than you.

you think your going to lose it when you feel his fingers thumbing and playing with the puffy nub that is your clit, nails digging into the hard material of the table and toes curling in your sandals. you open your mouth in an attempt to tell him to hold on and maybe wait till you get the dress off but your brain is a muzzy mess from gojō lapping at your pūssy like a starving dog.

his hot breath fans the puffed flesh of your core begging for attention as he slightly retracted away to speak. his rosy lips placed a kiss on the drenched nub before you heard his voice. deep and husky and always seeming oh-so sexier whenever he ate you out. ‘‘don’t worry, sweets. i’ll buy ya’ as much sundresses as you want after this. how does that sound, hm?’’

how could you deny him after such an offer?

SUGURU GETŌ was never a man of haste. but when he sees you fresh out of the shower, body wrapped in a fluffy, white towel that leaves little to his well fed imagination. he sees your damp hair and he’s never taken any accessory off you quicker.

you couldn’t blame him, no. not when he apologised before pushing you back onto your shared bed, fingers splayed across your stomach before untying and throwing the towel off your body. revealing your already hardened nipples as they met the cool air of the bedroom.

a calloused hand spread your thighs apart, revealing your already wet mess for him. he only hummed deeply in response, dark amber eyes flickering up to meet your flushed gaze, a knowing smirk on his lips before his mouth connected with your womanhood.

he was slow and meticulous, savouring every sound that escaped your lips as he worked between your legs. his tongue running a slow and attentive line between your folds, soaking up your addictive arousal. you tasted like candy. so fucking sweet. you couldn’t blame getō for any of this, no no. he could never get enough of you.

not when he sucked and pulled at your sensitive clit, sparks of pleasure shot up your body and had your leg, the one thrown of his shoulder, stiffening and toes curling in ecstasy. yes. getō loved when you came from the shower, the soft, lingering smell of your shampoo wafting through the room. he loved especially, how soft your skin was after.

his free hand crawling up your abdomen and cupped your full breast in his hand. softly fondling the plump flesh in his palm, the pad of his thumb and index rubbing the hard nipple in circular motions eliciting lewd sounds and moans from your mouth.

fingers curling in his long, onyx hair, pulling at the strands as you felt the knot in your lower stomach beginning to form. ‘‘—s-sugu, baby—ngh—’’ the obscene noises coming from your lips were like music to his ears. an orchestra of pleasure and sex.

‘‘ah, baby. so wet for me, huh? right after you’ve showered too, hmm?’’ his voice felt like a gentle caress against your skin as he worked at your aching sex, your thighs clenching at his touch. his deceptively soft lips peppered your aching womanhood with featherlight pecks. 

with your body shuddering, moans falling off your lips like a mantra. your fingers tightened their hold in his black locks when his tongue finally gave in and delved into your cunt at a slow, steady, constant and intoxicating rhythm you knew only getō could keep up for you.

the hand cupping your breast moved to spread across your soft stomach once again, rubbing the skin under his calloused palm and pushing your body deeper into the mattress, keeping you still when you so desperately wanted to wiggle around and squirm under his touch.

from his looks alone, anyone could tell getō could fuck anyone good. what they didn’t know was that behind his cunning smile and sly words was a man that not only fucked good but ate pūssy like a champ. again and again, with his tongue moving in and out of your core, you felt your orgasm creep closer.

the sounds of getō slurping and sucking on your cūnt mixed with the sounds of your whines and moans bounced off the walls of your shared bedroom.

the knot in your lower stomach was becoming unbearably tight and you knew your release was near. so much so that you thought with just a swipe of his tongue pressing harshly against your throbbing clit that you would fall apart in seconds.

but just as you were going to find your release, he moved his head from between your thighs, placing a kiss on your leg before he looked at you, cheeks flushed and red, hair askew as he licked your lingering arousal off his chin. ‘‘we should go to the shower, baby. you’re going to need another after this, don’t you think?’’

you swallowed back your moan at his question, chewing on your bottom lip as you nodded. you sure as hell were.

TŌJI FUSHIGURŌ fucked in a set time and place. for two reasons. one, he was a messy man and once he was in there was no backing out and two was because he had a growing son walking around the home with a never ending curiosity to look where he shouldn’t be.

yet that didn’t stop the both of you. hell no. whenever little megumi would go stop sleep or he was away at school. tōji couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

but if anyone told tōji that he would walk into the kitchen and see you cooking for dinner like usual, he wouldn’t have minded anything. but oh, how he didn’t regret it now. not when he walks into the kitchen and the first thing he sees is you, of course—

but something was different, you weren’t wearing your usual turtleneck and pants. instead you were donning the cooking apron over a skimpy black dress, a reminder to the man on the night out with your friends you were having earlier. it shouldn’t have been that much of a shock, but it was.

and before you could even register that tōji was behind you, you were being dragged to the kitchen table, back pressed against the smooth, cold material. and it was only a moment later when your boyfriends large hand pushed the hem of your dress up your legs, exposing the lace panties beneath did you realise what he was doing.

tōji should’ve stopped there, seeing how wet your cūnt was already through the damp material. he should’ve left and went to pick up megumi early like you both planned but it obviously didn’t stop him. not even when you profusely reminded him to go pick him up from school amid your muffled moans. but you were met with only a gruff chuckle and a promise to finish quickly.

a rough hand held your legs separated, spreading them far enough he could see the full expanse of your inner thighs and the soppy sex hidden between them like a treasure. for tōji it seemed like it was from the way he was eyeing you down like a hungry man. your pants were quickly discarded by his deft fingers, tossed above your head and onto the table, forgotten as quickly as they had come off.

you gasped when he quickly pulled you to the edge of the table, your legs, once dangling off the edge were placed on both of his shoulders before he inched closer, placing a burning trail of hungry kisses on the expanse of your thighs before placing one directly on your heat.

the sensation of his lips on your clit sent a shiver up your body and made you bite your lip in holding back the lewd sounds begging to spill out of you. tōji sucked reverently on the stimulating nub, the sharp edges of his black hair tickling your legs.

sure, in all of tōji’s time alive, there was only one thing he well and truly loved doing. and no, it wasn’t sorcerer killing, as much as he loved that. and no, it wasn’t gambling either ( even though it was high on the list ) the one thing he loved doing was eating you out.

his tongue teased your soddened hole, licking a deliciously long stripe through your soaked folds. the scarred skin of the cut on his lips rubbing against you in just the right way. your fingers pulled on his inky hair in desperation when the edges of his teeth grazed your swollen folds.

back arching off the table, dinner is completely forgotten between the two of you when pressed his thumb down on your clit. this time fiddling with the stimulus as he kissed your entrance.

‘‘—tojii—go fetch—ah—megumi—!’’ you reminded him for the nth time with a flushed face, the black dress you wore pushed up to your abdomen and clung to your hot skin. you watched as tōji huffed into your ravishingly sweet heat, hot breath fanning your thighs before moving his back and away, leaving you, unsurprisingly, wanting more.

‘‘i’ll go get him, don’t worry princess.’’ he used his index and pointer finger to run a long line through your puffy folds, gathering up your glistening arousal on his fingers before placing each finger into his mouth and sucking with a satisfying pop!

‘‘but i’ll be back for ya.’’ your chest heaving as you fell back onto the wooden table, cheeks flushed. you knew that was a promise he was going to keep and that girls night out seemed to be a distant dream.

[vaamins]

semi-inactive on this blog, sorry to all those requests <3 i cant do them here since i have no motivation to post regularly on this acc. you can find me here !!

[veraiism]

imagine, your a successful actor. starring in countless shows, gaining multiple awards throughout your career. your face is known worldwide, plastered on billboards in new york time square and your name is almost always in famous news outlets and magazine’s around. 

plus, you have an adoring fanbase that seemed to be devoted to you and it’s definitely not missed on them that today is the day your up to get another award for your latest show performance. they’ve all tuned in just for this. watching it live or in person. 

you walk into the venue, wearing a silky white dress that accentuates your figure. anyone could tell it was designer just by looking at the fabric. it screamed expensive. you were handed compliments left and right, eyes were on you and you were drinking in the attention. 

and yet, with the spotlight on you, everyone but you seems to notice that the two co-workers you’ve grown awfully close and fond of from the latest show you worked on can’t seem to move their eyes off you. satoru gojō and suguru getō are most likely the most famous duo known to man throughout hollywood for their gorgeous looks and oscar-worthy acting skills. their such big celebrities that every girl and their mother most likely knows them. 

you three both worked on an action-fantasy show together, the latest season only just wrapping up, and being the good looking trio you are, you were bound to be shipped together by your fans. 

you were beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent and sexy. no one could deny that fact but there was something about you today that made you look more ravishing than usual. 

when satoru saw you, his face heated and he had to stay seated at his table for several more minutes longer to stop the hardness in his pants from being seen. it doesn’t go unnoticed by nanami who only scoffs in annoyance.  

suguru can’t help but notice the way his amber eyes unconsciously wander to where you sit, trailing the outline of your body through your dress and watching you chat away with your friends.

your name gets called up alongside them and soon enough your walking up the shining steps to the main platform, hundreds of cameras all pointed on you three. the sounds of applause from your excited fans drown out any noise as everyone watches you standing with one on either side of you as you give your thanks for receiving the award.

you may not have noticed but it most definitely does not go unnoticed from your fans the way suguru’s gaze lingers on your ass for too long and satoru’s cerulean eyes seem to be glued to your pink glossy lips, never straying, not even once.

the night ends between the three of you with shared jokes and laughter at the after party. your blissfully unaware of the way the tent forming in their pants and how their both conveniently gone to the toilet at the same time.

you go home that night, exhausted yet happy to have gained another achievement. you sleep peacefully in your bed, ignorant to your name now trending on twitter, your fans reeling in joy that maybe, just maybe their ship is actually real while you succumb to sleep.

you wake up to your phone being spammed and bombarded with messages by your friends and family all of them asking questions along the line of, are you dating satoru gojo? or, are you dating suguru geto? and even going as far as to ask are you dating both of them.

your lost for words, eyes almost falling out their sockets as you scroll through endless messages, videos and posts about the three of you. your lucky to not miss the notifications on instagram that have both their names on it. 

and as expected your trending for weeks after that. your face turning up on every major social media app around and interviewers going as far sneak in questions about either of you. trying to get you to spill the beans on your supposedly polyamorous ‘relationship’. 

© veraiism do not copy, repost, or plagiarise my works.

[veraiism]

imagine, your a successful actor. starring in countless shows, gaining multiple awards throughout your career. your face is known worldwide, plastered on billboards in new york time square and your name is almost always in famous news outlets and magazine’s around. 

plus, you have an adoring fanbase that seemed to be devoted to you and it’s definitely not missed on them that today is the day your up to get another award for your latest show performance. they’ve all tuned in just for this. watching it live or in person. 

you walk into the venue, wearing a silky white dress that accentuates your figure. anyone could tell it was designer just by looking at the fabric. it screamed expensive. you were handed compliments left and right, eyes were on you and you were drinking in the attention. 

and yet, with the spotlight on you, everyone but you seems to notice that the two co-workers you’ve grown awfully close and fond of from the latest show you worked on can’t seem to move their eyes off you. satoru gojō and suguru getō are most likely the most famous duo known to man throughout hollywood for their gorgeous looks and oscar-worthy acting skills. their such big celebrities that every girl and their mother most likely knows them. 

you three both worked on an action-fantasy show together, the latest season only just wrapping up, and being the good looking trio you are, you were bound to be shipped together by your fans. 

you were beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent and sexy. no one could deny that fact but there was something about you today that made you look more ravishing than usual. 

when satoru saw you, his face heated and he had to stay seated at his table for several more minutes longer to stop the hardness in his pants from being seen. it doesn’t go unnoticed by nanami who only scoffs in annoyance.  

suguru can’t help but notice the way his amber eyes unconsciously wander to where you sit, trailing the outline of your body through your dress and watching you chat away with your friends.

your name gets called up alongside them and soon enough your walking up the shining steps to the main platform, hundreds of cameras all pointed on you three. the sounds of applause from your excited fans drown out any noise as everyone watches you standing with one on either side of you as you give your thanks for receiving the award.

you may not have noticed but it most definitely does not go unnoticed from your fans the way suguru’s gaze lingers on your ass for too long and satoru’s cerulean eyes seem to be glued to your pink glossy lips, never straying, not even once.

the night ends between the three of you with shared jokes and laughter at the after party. your blissfully unaware of the way the tent forming in their pants and how their both conveniently gone to the toilet at the same time.

you go home that night, exhausted yet happy to have gained another achievement. you sleep peacefully in your bed, ignorant to your name now trending on twitter, your fans reeling in joy that maybe, just maybe their ship is actually real while you succumb to sleep.

you wake up to your phone being spammed and bombarded with messages by your friends and family all of them asking questions along the line of, are you dating satoru gojo? or, are you dating suguru geto? and even going as far as to ask are you dating both of them.

your lost for words, eyes almost falling out their sockets as you scroll through endless messages, videos and posts about the three of you. your lucky to not miss the notifications on instagram that have both their names on it. 

and as expected your trending for weeks after that. your face turning up on every major social media app around and interviewers going as far sneak in questions about either of you. trying to get you to spill the beans on your supposedly polyamorous ‘relationship’. 

© veraiism do not copy, repost, or plagiarise my works.

[vaamins]

wattpad !!

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i like to think that after gojo’s fight with toji back in his high school days, when he first encountered the sorcerer killer and almost succumbed to his wounds and died that he still has a little scar on his forehead from toji’s first attack.

it’s not large, no. it’s barely visible, having blended into his skin over the years but sometimes, at night, when he’s asleep and still and the moonlight shines on his face you could see the faint outline of it.

it’s so small but it holds the memory of so much and you can’t help but brush your fingers over it. satoru stirs, his eyes moving beneath the lids, his brows furrow in his dream.

sometimes, when satoru stands in the mirror fixing his hair he can see it and he is drowned in memories of everything he lost after that horrible day. the day his youth forever ended. like a fairytale come to s close he was left with the bittersweet ending.

and when you notice he’s staring at himself, his blue eyes lost in thought you would hold his face in your hands and kiss the scar softly hoping all your love would be passed through just that one touch and that despite his loss, you would always stay there, by his side.

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[vaamins]

What’s this stuff abt saetoru? AND MORE LOVESKICK GOJO 🙏🏾🙇🏾‍♀️!!!

dunnoooo these anons keep coming in n saying stuff oab how im saetoru n stuff. 💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️ BUTTTT I might make a fic on lovesick gojo idkkk 😝 we need more of him!!! might post it on my main tho soooo

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LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who just couldn’t stop turning his eyes towards you during class. watching your furrowed bros in thought of something Yaga said. he couldn’t care less though. he thinks you look beautiful deep in thought.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who constantly yaps about you to suguru and shoko who tell him to shut up whenever ( he never listens though ) but he continues to go on a rant about how your the most perfect person he’s ever seen, he’s ever known.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is somehow stuttering mess whenever you speak to him. finding himself tripping over his words like a lovesick Highschool girl. his mind races in thought of trying to impress you with witty jokes.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who later regrets ever saying anything when he revisits your conversations. groaning into his pillow as a light blush dusts his cheeks at the image of you laughing at his joke.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who personally helps you in mastering your CT. who can’t bare to watch suguru try help you. ever since he found you training with suguru, he finds himself annoyed at the very thought of someone else touching you. his fists clenching as he sees suguru swiftly save you from falling, a dashing smile on his face.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who subtly tries to show you his feelings through heartfelt gifts. an expensive bouquet of pink roses ( your favourite, though you never told him, he found out through shoko but insisted he just guessed correctly to further impress you ) or even small treats after a mission.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who loves seeing you happy after beating him in a game at the arcade you and your friends usually go to after school ( even though your horrible bad at the game, he doesn’t ever want to see you sad over losing )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who only ever realises he likes you when Yaga brings it up. his teacher commenting that he bets you’ve taken up satoru’s mind from the amount of times he’s caught him staring at you.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who rushes out the class at his newfound discovery, his heart beating aggressively against the cage of bones in his chest.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who promises to tell you the next day. planning a great confession. he has what he says noted down on pen and paper, perfecting it so he won’t mess up ( but he has a slight inking he will. you’ve only ever been the one person to make satoru stumble over his words and forget them mid sentence )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who stays up that night. unable to find respite in sleep, he stares at the ceiling mulling over thoughts of what may happen tomorrow after he does what he plans.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who prays that you feel the same for him all throughout the night and through the morning classes. so much so that suguru is cackling in laughter after satoru tells him what he’s been doing for the last few hours.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who waits for you after your mission at the steps to the school his feet aimlessly kicking at stray rocks on the ground, his white hair flying in the breeze.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who finally lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in when he sees you emerge from the many steps, your feet light on the ground so much so that if anyone were not blessed with the six eyes like him, they wouldn’t have even heard you.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is silent for s long time, studying the face he’s come to adore and love so much. you stare up at him, confused and waiting, a stray hair lies on your cheek and he thinks he’s never seen you more beautiful looking than now.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who blurts out his feelings in one go, blushing red by the end of it, his eyes burning behind his black sunglasses.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who waits for what you say, only to be taken aback when he finds you laughing at him. endless amount of giggles escaping your pretty lips, hes beyond confused ( he didn’t expect you to start laughing )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who turns away, slightly saddened that you didn’t return his feelings before you pull him into you, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. your soft lips slightly grazing his cheek as you pulls away, he sees the blush rising from your neck to your face.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is shocked when you admit to liking him back before you run away, further into the school and to the dorms he presumes.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who’s feet are stuck to ground. he is in shock, he thinks. beyond bewildered and oh so so ecstatic.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who’s fingers lightly graze his keeps, wishing he could stand in this moment forever. to forever ingrain the feeling of the almost bursting of his heart and the rush through his veins.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who finally realises how lovesick he is for you.

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[vaamins]

bye. to the anon(s) who is going in my inbox telling me some beef I could care nothing less for. get the fuck off my page. i say it in the nicest way possible, or maybe, get off anon and actually try do real hate since you obviously have no back bone whatsoever hiding on anon. 😹😹 your a weirdo and a beg. have a nice day.

[vaamins]

if you go on garoujo's post and see ALL of the reblogs then I think you'd find some proof there. if so many writers are against you then it's gotta be fuckin true. you're talking like tee provided y'all with any evidence about her being innocent which she didn't, absolutely none, because she can't. so why don't you get your head out of your stank ass and read all the reblogs and stories (with screen shots btw) of MANY people who were targeted by tee and then come back instead of spouting bullshit I'm sure nobody wants to hear. and if we didn't care about defending other writers and esp our moots then there's no reason we'd waste our time on someone like her, we have better things to do than that. I don't know her personally, and I don't care that much about someone I don't talk to/never interacted with that I'd dickride this dumb discourse because honestly I don't need to?? unlike your beloved and worshipped tee who has to pull shit out of her ass and chase ppl off tumblr so she can have allll the attention to herself 😍

what?? youve got your panties in a twist tramp. i don’t know who Tee is. i have never interacted with her. I don’t care for her drama or wtv. if you actually had any reading comprehension, you would know I never tried defending her in the slightest because I DONT CARE, or want to know by that matter of what she did or what she got involved in??? go outside and interact with real people instead of hating on me for something i didn’t do 💀💀💀

[vaamins]

hi! you can look up @garoujo who talked about saetoru and do read through some of the reblogs sharing similar experiences with saetoru!

She wasn't some "poor girl." Read the reblogs,every single person under the reblog cannot be lying about saetoru. be serious…its actually hilarious, lol the lengths someone would go through to defend saetoru their bullying hero😭

OKK???? I don’t care about some drama that happened last year. im not SAETORU gosh. you guys r begs for running on anon trying to hate on me like i did shit. 😹😹 i honestly couldn’t care less.

[vaamins]

hey vera!! please please ignore the anons talking about user saetoru. dont answer them they literally have nothing else to do <3

thanks anon !! 🤦🏽‍♀️ the person is just rlly annoying dk y they keep doing that smh, but tyy !!

[vaamins]

https://thcbclter.tumblr.com/?source=share

Saetoru's new blog, it's @/thcbclter

i genuinely don’t care?? 🧍🏾‍♀️