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Yall I am deadass in love w college Sal and college Larry. Like yall don’t get. YALL DONT GET ITTT

And it’s so crazy cause I’ll replay the game like thrice every year right? And I’m still like so in love with that game. And I’ll be balling my eyes out in every damn scene cause MY POOR BABIESSS

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

Tw: Cheating, crying yourself to sleep, break up, Gojo is manipulative, happy ending ?

“Fuck you!” You yelled, choking on tears and sobs as you slammed your ex boyfriend’s bag into his chest.

“Babe- please! She didn’t mean anything- this is crazy, you’re over reacting!” The sleaze bag tried to beg, his shitty patience wearing thin.

“No! You- you cheated on me! With my best friend! For weeks!” You shoved him back, your cheeks red, swollen and puffy.

“Baby please, don’t do this to me- to us.” He tried to grab your wrist but you just yanked your hand away before he could touch you.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” You finally managed to push him out of the door, only to slam it shut and crumble to floor in a puddle of sobs.

You’d found out that your boyfriend- rather, ex-boyfriend, was cheating on you with your best friend Sara. You’d seen the story she’d posted on her Instagram on accident, it was one of her sitting in your ex’s lap, her lips attached to his jaw like a leech.

Three years, 3 long years down the drain. Plus the 8 years you’d been ‘best friends’ with Sara. You were devastated, obviously.

Your face was so red and puffy from crying, and you were yawning between sobs. Feeling exhausted from all the emotional strain that’s been this whole shit show of a day.

You didn’t even notice when your phone started blowing up. All you do was rest against the wall and just cry.

“She still won’t answer.” Gojo stared at his phone, brows furrowed. His friends all gave him a deadpanned stare. This was supposed to be a guys day out but Gojo had sent you a meme that you would usually instantly respond to no matter what situation you were in. So he was immediately alarmed.

And hence why he started spamming you like crazy.

You and Gojo had been attached at the hip since the third grade. Little eight-year old you had met nine-year old him the first day of school.

You were wearing a cute little purple fluffy dress and some white shoes. Your mother had styled your hair so perfect you’d squealed in the mirror when you’d seen it.

And Gojo, bless his filthy rich heart, his family had dressed him up to the nines, obviously, couldn’t have the heir to the family looking like trash. He wore his stupid little suit that made him look stupid adorable.

Between the two of you, he got the most attention. You were a little wall flower. So sweet but so shy. You could barely make eye contact with anybody, let alone Gojo Satoru. Especially not Gojo Satoru.

However, it was recess when he came up to talk to you. Big blue eyes and bright white hair had him standing out like a sore thumb.

“Hi!” He grinned bright, eyes glued to you like he was staring into your soul.

You stared at his chin for the longes moment, before whispering, “hi.”

“What’s your name? I’m gojo!” He put his hands on his hips and gave you a mega-watt grin that would blind anybody.

“You have a cavity.” Your eyes glued to one of his teeth.

“Huh?”

And from then on, the little white haired turd would not leave your side, but vice versa. It was an odd pairing you two made up. But it was sweet.

“Why does it matter? Maybe she’s just asleep or something.” One of his friends shrugged before ordering another margarita.

“No, if she was asleep she’d tell me before going to bed…” he murmured, growing more concerned with your lack of reply.

“Dude, you’re acting like you’re her boyfriend or somethin.” The other friend tilted his head.

“I gotta go.” Gojo got up when he sent his 60th text, but was left on delivered once again.

“Dude you can’t be serious!”

Gojo merely grabbed his coat and sped off to his car. No doubt breaking a billion traffic laws to get to your apartment on the other side of town.

You’d long been passed out again the wall. Exhausted yourself with crying and staring at a picture of you and your ex.

In fact, you were in a deep enough sleep that you didn’t even hear the door open. You’d forgotten to lock it when you kicked your ex out in a rage.

“Hey—…” He stopped talking when he noticed your conked out body against the wall. His chest tightened and his gaze moved from the state of your face down to the picture of you and your ex in your hand.

Sighing softly, he gently scooped you up in his arms before locking the front door. Carrying you to your bedroom, he gently lied you down. Sitting beside you on the bed, he ran his fingers through your hair gently.

“Mm…” slowly, your eyes began to flutter open and you glanced over at Gojo. You only stared at him for a moment before your eyes grew glossy and the tears started to pour again, “Toru.” You whimpered, your voice so small and broken.

“Oh no, sweet girl what happened?” Gojo cooed softly, and wrapped his arms around you tight.

“He- he—“ you couldn’t get a word out as sobs racked through your body. You chest felt so tight and your heart had never hurt so badly before. “-he cheated on me with Sara.” You managed to murmur into his chest. Soaking his button up shirt with your tears.

With your face hidden in his chest, Gojo wouldn’t help but smile. This was perfect— with your boyfriend, or, ex, now out of the way, and you feeling so vulnerable, he could finally swoop in and be the good guy. Granted, this was pretty manipulative. But Gojo had been in love with you since junior year of high school.

However, his heart would always ache when he’d hear your cries, or feel your pain. Of course he’d rather not have you hurting over some douche bag, but this douche bag just paved a way for Gojo to weasel his way into that romantic place in your heart.

He’d take it slow tho.

Gojo held you for hours. Whispering sweet nothing into your hair and rocking you until you fell asleep against him. And Gojo didn’t dare move. He didn’t leave when his arms got tired or when he had to pee. No. He would not miss a chance to have you in his arms.

It’d been a few months since that night, and you and Gojo were closer than ever.

I mean you two were practically living together. You were always at his place or he was always at yours, it didn’t matter.

Not to mention, after your heart got broken by your best friend and your ex you’d become all closed off to others again. Becoming that same shy, sweet little wallflower you were all those years ago.

But you never pushed Gojo away. If anything, you relied on him more. He was the sole person allowed to be as close to your heart as he was. You trusted him with your life.

And Gojo was thrilled.

Everything was going perfectly. Everything. He didn’t mind that you’d gotten all introverted again, in fact he preferred it. It meant no competition for him. You were all his.

But it wasn’t until a movie night between you did something finally happen.

You two were watching some shitty comedy movie, when you looked up at Gojo. Your expression was soft but nervous, eyes glancing over all of his beautiful features. “Toru?”

“Mm?” He hummed in response and looked down at you, his eyes lidded as he glanced between your eyes and your lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You whispered so softly, scared if you said it any louder he’d run away.

Gojo stared for a long time, before a slow but wide smile spread across his lips. “Took you long enough.” He whispered back, before gently cupping your jaw and moving closer.

Your eyes stared into his, “promise you won’t break my heart?”

“Promise.”

His lips pressed into yours, and as the slow pace deepened and the positions changed, your hearts locked with one another’s, and finally- Gojo had gotten the woman of his dreams.

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯𝘯.

𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳e 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴.

Hair long and pin straight, make up perfect and body was doing its JOB. Especially with the dress you had on. And I mean that skin type dress that ended just under your ass so it wasn’t hangin but your legs were OUT. Heels on and everything. You were looking fine as hell up in the club.

You were with your girls, celebrating your birthday. Which meant shots after shots after shots. You were a good bit past tipsy, the phase where you can’t walk straight really, had that crazy confidence but kind of knew what was going on.

Your body moved with the music, and you were bumping and grinding with the girls. And god bless them, because the way your friend was grabbing your hips as you grinded back on her was making you look GOOD.

However, it wasn’t until the song changed and the feeling of your friends hands being replaced by larger ones did you finally look behind you and over your shoulder.

And there he was, looking like a Greek god with how he was towering over you. Fresh undercut that defined his perfect white hair, blue eyes that peaked over black shaded glasses and a the sleaziest but sexiest grin that was stamped on his face.

“Want some company?” Oh his voice had your knees weak. He sounded like he was both teasing you and begging you. And you were all for it.

“You don’t needa ask me twice.” You grinned, and faced forward again, your smaller hands overlapped his before guiding them around your body.

Gojo’s grin only widened as his hands tightened on your hips before he began to move his body against yours in beat. His eyes following your every move, and specifically the curve and arch of your back as you bent down half way, hips still moving in tandem with the music.

“Shit, pretty. You’re definitely giving me a show,” Gojo groaned out a broken breath before inhaling sharply when you pressed harder against him. His nails tightening into the fat of your hips.

“You like?” You gave him a cheeky grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. The confidence you had was one hundred perfect from all the shots you’d had. You’d no doubt be mortified in the morning. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Gojo pulled you back up, one hand moving up hold your neck in a gentle but demanding grip. Tilting your face to the side so he could make eye contact with you. “What do you think, Angel?” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder. Biting down softly while guiding your body to the rhythm.

Usually, you’d be terrified someone was watching you two. However, everyone else was too busy being wasted and dancing with their friends.

All you did was tilt your head back against him with a soft sigh at the feeling. Your body melting back against his.

As the night went on, one thing led to another before you were drunkenly guiding an almost as drunk Gojo to your apartment.

Gojo watched you with hooded eyes, eyes following the movement of your shaky hands as you eagerly tried to open the door but only received struggle.

He snorted and finally took the keys from you and opened the door. Closing it behind him, he locked it and chucked the keys onto the counter.

One big step after another, it didn’t take long before he had you pinned against the kitchen table. Your butt was pressed up against the table, your hands rested on his forearms as he immediately dove into press a deep and rough kiss on your lips.

You two couldn’t keep your hands off one another. I mean it was desperate and fast kisses, some deep and some more rough than the rest. His hands were trying to tears off your clothes and you were fairing any better, nails already tearing his shirt down the middle.

But he, nor you cared. Especially not him when you pulled away from the kiss only to press open mouth kisses to his jaw, neck, chest and down to his v-line. Now on your knees, you pressed a few quick kisses to the bulge in his pants.

Your hands shook as they did when trying to get through the door, too excited for your own good. Fumbling with his fly, you finally were able to pull it down. You weren’t surprised when you saw he had no boxers. He seemed like the type. Not that you minded.

Because you licked from your palm to your fingers before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Giving the tip a kiss, before licking up the side of him.

“Fuck- don’t start t- teasing now,” His fingers wove into your hair, and gently guiding your mouth on his tip, before a shocked gasp pressed through his lips as you’d taken him half way into your mouth quicker than he’d expected.

Head tilted back, and his hands guiding your head. Pathetic moans and groans leaving his lips as a constant as he let his body move into the pleasure.

You dug your nails into his thighs as you let him guide your head deeper. Your throat burned and your jaw ached but the way he sounded your motivation. Motivation enough to hollow your cheeks and take him to the base, your nose pressed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘞-𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯—,” Gojo felt his cock begin to throb and before he knew it he was feeling the muscles in his torso to tighten, his hands shaking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.

Sensing his near release, you merely pressed down in one swift move, and immediately thick ropes of his cum was shot down your throat.

“Shit- oh fuck…” Gojo groaned, his voice breaking as the pleasure shot through his body. Panting, his hands finally pulled away from your head, letting you pull off of him. “You did so good, pretty.” He ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes glued to your mouth.

“Yeah?” Rising from the ground, you stood between his knees, your eyelids heavy as you stared up at him.

“…don’t look at me like that,” he groaned, his cock slowly throbbing back to life. The more he stared at you the more his mind wandered, “Wanna sit on my face?” He asked bluntly.

“Mhm.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, guiding him to your bedroom.

Gojo lay in your bed, you tucked tight in his arms. He gently traced the natural dip of your back and your spine. So relaxed and content, the alcohol long having been worked out of his system.

He couldn’t help but wonder, how would you react when you realize he’s your ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

Lololol kinda wanna right a p2 but idkidk. Lmk if yall liked it 😔❤️

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜.𝘚 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳.

(Idk wtf this is don’t come for me)

First time Gojo had ever been to the United States, he went to Oklahoma. The culture was a huge difference, and it definitely shocked him.

However, it wasn’t until he went to a rodeo did he truly realize that this was a 100% different world.

And that was when he saw you. Hair curled, cowboy hat on, button up shirt, blue jeans a buckle from your last win in the rodeo. You were gorgeous.

You’d been tacking up your gelding, a pretty bay American Quarter horse. Humming along with the music that played with the loud speakers. Grabbing onto a chunk of the horses mane, you put your foot in the stirrup before hoisting yourself up.

“Atta boy.” Lord did you have one hell of an accent.

It near about had him weak at the knees. He had to meet you. Had to.

However, when he went to go walk up, the announcer was calling your name and you were lining up at the gate. Your gelding’s ears were forward and head up, a fast working walk as he made his way to the entrance.

Gojo was in his seat as quickly as possible. Eyes wide and curious as he watched you and your horse shoot out, both hands on the reigns up on his neck to give him more room to move.

You had a winning time, a huge smile on your face as you rubbed your horses neck and received your buckle. Putting your belt on the saddle, you guided your gelding back to the trailer and began to untack him.

That was until a tall man with some crazy ass blue eyes walked up behind you.

“Uhhh…nice horse?” Gojo grinned, for once not sure how to A) flirt with you, and B) fucking approach you.

Blinking up at him, your brows furrowed, “you sure as shit ain’t from ‘round here.” Eyeing him up and down, before looking back to your horse, “thanks tho.”

Gojo smiled when you accept his compliment, before leaning against the trailer beside you. “Sooo, you come here often?”

You could only give him an unimpressed look, “I live five minuets away.”

“Well that’s uh- convenient.” He looked over to your house before watching as you began to wipe down your horses legs.

“Can I help you with somethin’? You know most people stay in the stands to watch the rest of rodeo.” You slipped on your horses rope halter and tied it to the trailer, before moving to get the hay bag ready.

“Right yeah- yeah… uh wanna go get drinks? Sake maybe?” He rose a brow, praying to god he got the drink right or maybe that y’all had that in America.

“The fuck is that?” You gave him an odd look, “But yeah, I’m down for drinks. It’ll have to be a little later tho.” Looking away again to finish tending to your gelding.

“How about tomorrow night? Drinks on me?” He looked at you eagerly, and only smiled when you sighed and wrote your number on his palm.

“Sure. As long as your payin’ for my shots.” You shrugged, “what’s your name tho?”

“Gojo Satoru.”

You just stared at him, “definitely not from around here.” You murmured, “I’m y/n. Y/l/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty woman. Hey can I touch your belt—“

“Hell no. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You waved him off before disappearing into your trailer to grab another hay bag.

Gojo just smiled before walking back to the stands. He quickly took a picture of his hand so he wouldn’t forget it or rub it off.

He was definitely excited for tomorrow.

Yall idk what this is. But it’s what it is 😭I was just thinking about his pale ass going to a rodeo for the first time. Idk but I rlly wanna make another one of these but barrel racer you is like batshit crazy (they all are, respectfully) when someone pops your trailer tires or some shit.

Also what does huzz mean???

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯…

Gojo just got back from one of his week along missions. The man, no matter how powerful he was, was exhausted.

You were sadly not home when he got home, so he just groaned and stripped his shirt and pants off before plopping down on the bed. His body stiff as he sunk into it, back decompressing caused a grunt from him.

You came home an hour later, smiling when you noticed his shoes you get all excited. You put the groceries down and ran to your shared bedroom.

Only to see him passed the fuck out on the bed. Your smile softened and you leaned down, gently pulling off his shoes and his socks, before crawling up the bed and hover straddling his back.

Gently, you ran your nails up and down his back. Giggling softly when Gojo would groan softly.

“Hi baby,” you’d whisper, a cute little smile on your face as you moved from scratching his back to massaging the knots out.

Gojo could only relax further into the bed, but moved his head to the side so he could look back at him, “missed you, pretty.”

“How was the mission?” Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his back.

Gojo sighed, “fuck the elders.” He murmured before turning himself around, so his back was against the bed and you were now straddling his stomach. “Fuck all of them.” His large hands gently grasped your hips then up your waist before pulling you down against him. Now laying on top of him, your face buried in his neck.

“That good, huh?” You spoke, voice muffled as you placed little kisses to his neck and jaw. “Well I missed you. So much.”

Gojo smiled softly at you, eyes closed as he slipped his hands under your shirt and held your waist with his bare hands. Thumb moving gently across your soft skin. “I missed you too baby.”

“I got groceries so I can cook your favorite tonight.” You leaned up, propping yourself up on his chest with your forearm so you could look at him.

“I’m actually in love with you.” He wrapped his arm tight around you before flipping your positions so you were under him. “Love you so much,” he pressed a kiss to your lips then to your jaw before actually ripping your shirt off you.

You could gasp before laughing, “this is your shirt!”

“Fuck that shirt.” He murmured before leaving long wet kisses all down your chest. His hands reached behind you to unclip your bra (he knew how pissed you’d get if he broke your bra), and groaned at the sight of his girls free. “Wish you wouldn’t wear those, the ladies need air.” He pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts before slipping one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Mm- I have to, or else everybody will see them under my shirt.” Your nails gently scratched his scalp as your ran your fingers through his hair. Your back arching whenever he’d light bite.

“You can just stay here with me forever. We can move to some faraway island,” he moved away from your tits just move down your body. Big hands gripped your thighs and spread them apart so he could yank the jeans off of you.

“Oh yeah? An island far away?” You couldn’t help but smile. Your heart warm to the knowledge that your boyfriend loved you so much.

“Mhmm, and we can fill it,” he moved your thighs to his shoulders, so they would frame his face before pressing a kiss to the growing wet spot in your panties. “— with all our kids.”

Gasping softly, you immediately propped yourself up on your hands and gently pushed his face away, “baby no, let me take care of you. You just got home from a mission and everything.”

Gojo stared at you for a long moment. So long that you actually began to grow shy and you averted your gaze.

“Now how did I ever luck out with you?” He murmured, more to himself than anything. “I’ve been away from you and this pretty pussy for a week. Let me show you how much I miss you, and then you can do whatever you want to me.” He grinned, noticing how you squirmed slightly at his words, thighs trying to close.

“…fine.” You sighed, cheeks bright with a red hue and your brows furrowed slightly. It’d been a week since you’d been with Gojo, so you were both more than a little pent up.

“Good girl,” he murmured before doing as he pleased.

Gojo hated long missions. Hated being away from you. But oh did he love coming back from them, only to get pampered by you. Your usual witty and sharp comebacks replaced by sweet and gentle words.

He also loved how sensitive you were. You never touched yourself when he was gone. Neither did he. So it made it all the better when he came home.

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 + 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹… ME! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰.

You had a big ass. There was no denying it. I mean you had the pear body shape n everything. And Gojo Satoru, loved it.

He’s got you bent over the couch arm, your tits pressed against the cushion and your hips propped up by the arm rest, you back arched down perfectly.

And Gojo was fucking you like he hated you. And you’d think he did if it wasn’t for him moaning and whining and whimpering, “oh f-fuck- baby I love you sooo much,” he’d only fuck you deeper, squeezing the fat of your hips as he angled his hips down and fucked up into you, “ain’t never let- mmn- letting you leave me.”

He’d groan and lean over you pressing bites, kisses, and hickies all down your spine and your shoulders. All while his hands would be kneading and spreading your ass. Practically foaming at the mouth as he watched it recoil.

You’d be moaning under him, nails digging into the couch. Even if you tried to close your mouth to hide your moans or stuff your face into the couch, your puss was loud enough for the both of you.

You were so wet, practically dripping. No resistance, not even with how tight you squeezed around him. It had Gojo’s hips stuttering and a moan breaking through his clenched jaw.

“Don’t squeeze me like- fuck baby, it’s not fair.” He whined, his cock throbbing inside of you as he grabbed your shoulder and began to slam into you. Absolutely wrecking you. His tip might as well been breaking the wall of your cervix.

Even the couch was moving, you would’ve laugh because it almost shot forward if not for his hands grip on your hip.

“Where do you want it, pretty?” He’d have to squeeze his eyes shut to wait for your reply.

If you wanted him to not cum inside, that’s fine. He’s pulling out and slipping his cock between your thighs, and sliding through your folds. His cock head would nudge your clit each thrust, sometimes he’d accidentally slip inside.

If you wanted him to cum inside you? Oh lord. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing your ass, and when he cums the sluttiest little whines and whimpers are coming out his mouth.

And he won’t pull out, no no, he’s fucking his cum deep inside you. Murmuring and whining about how sexy you’d be pregnant. Round with his kid.

But enough of that.

You’re at the beach. It’s hot. You have a twisted tea in your hand and a little bottle of Jack Daniel’s. You bite into the bottom of the can, crack it open then put the bottle in the bottom so as you shot gun it your getting the Jack Daniel’s and the twisted tea.

You’re wearing two piece bathing suit. The top makes your tits sit perfectly and the bottom is honest to got just a spruced up elastic thong. Your skin was warm and you’d worked up a nice tan.

Your boyfriend was hiding under the umbrella cause his pale ass can’t tan for SHIT. He just burns and when he does he whines for DAYS.

But he’s sat back in a chair, practically fucking salivating that his boo with a booty is chugging down that atrocious blend of alcohol. He’s hard. Like rock hard. Like he’s already leaking through the tip.

So, his Victorian child pale ass walks out from under the umbrella, grabs a chilled bottle of Tito’s before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Toru! What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder, only to see his hands squeezing your ass before slapping it, making you squeal. “We are in public!”

“Can’t help it baby, you know what this bathing suit does to me.” He grinned before walking back up to the little condo hotel thing y’all had rented by the beach. He sat you down on kitchen table, and opened the Tito’s before tilting his head back and chugging it down. His throat was on FIRE but he wanted to impress you.

You could only stare at him, knowing damn well he might throw up. But he doesn’t and that surprises you. Especially when you watch the vodka drip down his chin, chest and to his v line.

Thighs clenching, you bit down on your bottom lip. “Hey babe?”

Gojo puts down the bottle and coughs up a STORM. But finally looks down at you, feeling buzzed as fuck.

“Wanna have drunk consentual sex?” You tilted your head with a grin, leaning back a little on the table.

Gojo’s grin matched yours before he nodded. “Mmhm.” He lifted the bottle and guided it to your lips.

Well, let’s just say the hang over was awful but the sex was great. 🤷‍♀️

YERRRR ANOTHER POST FROM UR FAVORITE ADDICT ❤️❤️

𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘖𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘺. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳??

Warning: insecurities, when Gojo’s tipsy he’s an asshole, yada yada I’m sad so your gonna be sad, extreme dieting + weightloss, not good communication, maybe apart two? Only if yall want one tho. This is kinda ass.

You and Gojo were at a dinner party with some of your friends. You were dress up all pretty in a nice dress and Gojo was looking great as usual.

Gojo, bless his heart and his weak little alcohol tolerance had taken a few too many sips of your wine and was a hit tipsy at this point.

You were laughing at a joke one of your close friends had said to you, and you look up at Gojo, only to see him staring at another woman across the hall. Yes she was gorgeous, soft perfect skin, short but thick hair, a stunning figure…

‘Oh god.’ Your heart dropped down to your stomach, chest tightening but you forced yourself to stay calm. This could be a misunderstanding.

“Hey baby, what are you looking at?” You sweetly smile and gently put your hand on his forearm.

“Man she’s gorgeous…, this reminds me, have you put on some weight?” Gojo looked down at you, his eyes a little glazed over from the wine.

You and your best friend just froze. Your stomach began to ache and your throat began to burn as you held back tears. That is not something any woman would want to fucking hear.

Clenching your jaw, you simply smile, albeit a little shakily, “a little bit. Sorry.” You murmur.

Gojo just sighed and looked back over at the woman.

That’s how that night went. You just standing by his side all night trying to not cry because all he did was stare at that woman.

Even she was getting a little creeped out and left.

So when you got home, you stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wearing a pair of sleeping shorts, no top or bra on.

Your hands slowly slid over your stomach and gently squeezed your hips. You had an amazing figure, sure, you’d put on some weight but most of it just went to your ass and thighs. You’d thought you looked good, even Toji, the womanizer and brutally honest asshole said you looked fine as hell.

You went to bed beside Gojo but didn’t cuddle up against him, hell you hugged the edge. You didn’t want anyone to touch you, especially not after tonight’s events.

And you weren’t any better in the morning. Your heart ached and so did you insecurities. Hell new ones even began to peak back up.

In the morning, instead of walking around in your normal Gojo’s shirt + panties combo, you had a thick hoodie on and a pair of baggy sweats.

“Fuck, man I don’t know how you drink wine, my head is killing me.” Gojo groaned as he walked into the kitchen. “Wanna order breakfast?” He continued to speak as he reached into the fridge.

“Uh im not really hungry right now.” You awkwardly walked away from him. However as you sat down on the couch and stared at your feet, you decided, ‘maybe I should go to the gym. I’ve put on some happy weight, Gojo was right.’

So everyday at 3, you’d disappear. You did NOT want Gojo knowing you were going to the gym just because he made you feel insecure.

Along with going to the gym, you’d began to diet yourself pretty strictly. Strict enough to where you didn’t drink anything but water, and that included wine. Your favorite.

It was 3 o’clock, and on the dot you were at the door ready to leave. However, Gojo had stopped you this time. “Baby where are you going?”

“Uh, I have to run some errands.” Awkwardly you turned away from and grabbed your keys.

“I can come with you, we haven’t really hung out much… I mean we haven’t even binged a show w forever snacks in so long.” Gojo frowned, looking down at you with a glint of worry in his eyes.

“I’ve just been busy. You can have all the snacks you won’t tho babe, you look good no matter how much you eat.” You sighed through your nose, almost envious that he literally could eat anything and not get fat.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Gojo tried to grab your hips to pull you closer like he used to, but you pulled away.

“I have to get going Gojo.” And just like that, you left Gojo standing there confused as fuck wondering what happened. None the wiser that things he’d said previously was causing the relationship to slowly pull apart.

This carried on for a month or so. With strict workouts and diets, you dropped weight. A lot, surprisingly. But you still didn’t like how you looked. You wanted to look just like that woman from the party.

You wanted your boyfriend to only look at you, to think that you were perfect and not stare at other women, look at you, and then literally fucking sigh.

However, this had caused some strain on your relationship. You two hadn’t had sex in WEEKS. You were pent the fuck up, and he was definitely pent up.

Gojo is def the kind of guy that hates to jerk off because all he wants is to be inside you btw.

But along with sex, you two hardly had meals together. And when you did, he was really the only one eating. You’d always always ALWAYS eat before. You didn’t want to tell him why you were doing this and what you were doing it for.

But Gojo was tired of this and he missed his girlfriend.

You were almost out the door once again, at exactly 3 o’clock. But Gojo was quick to block you from the door and lean against it so you couldn’t open it.

“Wha- babe what are you doing? I have to go.” You looked at your boyfriend confused. Your normal clothes looked a little baggy on you now with the weight loss.

“Where are you going?” His voice was little more stern. His face serious as he stared down at you.

“Out for—“

“For errands? Yeah right. You leave and don’t bring anything back. So let me ask again, what are doing when you leave?” He crossed his arms, his gaze turning to a glare.

“It doesn’t fucking concern you, now please move.” You were getting frustrated. You were missing your appointment with the trainer you’d hired recently.

“No. Are you cheating on me?” Gojo demanded. His own chest aching and his throat burning. What would he even do if you said yes? Self destruct? Most definitely.

“What? No! Your insane. Babe, I love you, but I have to go or I’ll be late.” You tried to move past him but he was not having it. Especially not when your phone rang and you quickly tried to silence it. Gojo was quick to snatch it from you tho and answer it.

“Who the fuck is this?” He glared at you the whole time he spoke, his knuckles white with how tight his grip was on the device. You were scared he might even break it.

“This is the trainer from **** gym. I was calling to ask when (y/n) would be here. She is ten minutes late, just wanted to make sure she was on her way.” The man spoke from the other line.

Gojo’s angry expression turned to one that was confused. “The gym? You’re her trainer— this doesn’t matter. She’s not going to make it today. Bye.” He was quick to hang up and put your phone on the counter before looking at you. “Since when did you work out? And since when did you have a trainer?”

“Why does it matter?” You glared at Gojo, feeling embarrassed.

“Because we haven’t hung out like we used to in forever! You don’t eat with me, we don’t have sex— which is fine! You don’t let me hold you in bed, and you won’t tell me why! What did I do?” Gojo begged, his brows furrowed as he gently grabbed your hands in his.

“— and not only that, but baby you’ve been losing a lot of weight too- I just don’t understand why your changing these things. Please just explain it to me.”

“You-…” you just sighed before pulling away from Gojo and sitting on the couch. “Do you remember when we went to that party a few weeks back?”

“You mean the one from a month ago? I mean yeah I guess, I was pretty tipsy.” Gojo shrugged before sitting on the sofa across from you.

“Yeah… do you remember what you said?” You awkwardly try to jog his memory. You felt so uncomfortable. But this was weighing on you and seeing how desperate Gojo was made your heart ache.

“I—…” Gojo paused, his memory slowly coming to him.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮.

“𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴…, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?” 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Gojo’s face went pale. He stared at you for so long, long enough that you finally had to say something.

“Are you okay? Did- did you remember the woman?” Your heart broke a little more thinking that he had that expression because he remembered that gorgeous woman. Maybe he regretted not getting her number? Was he regretting your relationship? “Look, I need to go…” you murmured and got up, feeling dejected, rejected and so sick.

And even as you walked away, Gojo didn’t say anything. It was only until you’d even left that he blinked and started to say something, “baby, im so sorry- baby?” Standing up quickly, he looked around, only to notice your absence.

“Fuck!”

Should I do a part two? Idk I’m just sad rn. Y’all I want me a boyfriend- hell even a gf so baddd IM LONELYY 😭

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵,

Gojo with a 5’6”, D1 crash out woman, fine as hell, short ass hell, and willing to throw down no matter what.

And Gojo LOVES it. Idc idc idc idc I’ll die on this hill, Gojo loves seeing his woman beat another bitches ass.

He’s the type to hype you up on anything. You could be totally wrong and he’d be cheering for you, and probably videoing it so he could show his students how cool his girlfriend was.

Y’all are out on a day date. It’s hot, you’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a bathing suit top, Gojo in a simple pair of swim trunks and a shirt. When I say it’s hot, I mean Alabama heat, I mean 100* and you can cook an egg on the asphalt.

But even though it’s hotter than the devils ass, you actually weren’t that pissed off. Until ya’ll had left the little lunch spot after eating.

You’d heard one of the girls leaving the restaurant say something about how weird ya’ll looked together, followed by some other wack shit.

“What was that?” Tilting your head, you took a few steps toward the girls. Your brows furrowed and a scowl pulling on your features.

The girls glanced at each other, before the other girl whipped out her phone and the other decided to be a little shit taller through and through.

“I think you heard me. Your boyfriend has weird fucking eyes.” She repeated, loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“Beat her ass babe!” Gojo yelled from his spot on the sidelines, phone up as he recorded.

“I swear to god I will bounce your face off this hot ass concrete if you keep testing me.” When she didn’t back down, you were quick to take your earrings out and pull your hair up.

The other girl was clearly not expecting you to follow through, eyes wide as she began to quickly try and copy your motions. However, your hand was tangled her hair faster than she could even take her right earring out.

To say you whooped that bitches ass would be an understatement. By the end of it your hair was a mess, your arms were bruised and you had scratches all over your shoulders.

But when the boyfriend of the girl exited the restaurant and began running at you, Gojo was quick to put his phone away and step in front of you. His hand plant firmly in the man’s chest to shove him back. “Back the fuck up.” He demanded, before giving him a shit eating grin, “your girl already embarrassed herself enough. Don’t make it worse by forcing me to knock your ass out.”

To say you were pleased when the guy just scooped up his girl and quickly walked off to his truck, would be an understatement.

Crossing your arms, you smiled up at your boyfriend. “You are so sexy when your like that.” You teased, your smile widening when Gojo pulled you in by your belt loop.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, onto to pause, “Your hair is nappy.”

“Don’t play with me.” You glares at him and pulled away, pulling your hair into a messy bun.

“I’m kidding- baby wait up! Let me love you!!!”

I hated this… been watching glee because I’m bored asf right and now this shit has rubbed off on me cause what is this 😀

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘳𝘯…

Hear me out— random ass gojo headcannons cause it’s Wednesday 😏

“Babe— strawberry or vanilla? Or should we do blueberry?” Looking up at your blue eyed bimbo (lovingly), you gesture towards the freezer section with ice cream.

“Uhhh… all of it.” Gojo grinned, and pulled out his card, only for him to pause when he feels your hands pulling him in by the belt.

“Oh my god I’m literally in love with you.” You grinned and kissed his jaw, nails lightly grazing his v-line through his shirt.

“You are an easy woman to please.” Gojo snorted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

I feel like he would deadass be the type to like rest his hand in the pocket between your tits and where the bra like peaks out a little. And we all know this man got some long fingers and a big hand too. I FEEL IN MY BONES that he would trace the curve of your tit, from like the center of your boobs to the other side. And he would not give a damn.

You and Gojo are at a benefit dinner he was invited to, so of course by extension— you. You were dressed to the nines, looking fine as hell with a wine red dress on. It hugged your curves perfectly, tits pressed together looking amazing in that deep v-neck.

Gojo had an arm around you maybe the whole night. Especially when you got a little tipsy from all the sips you’d been stealing from his glass all night. He had your back pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist keeping you flush against him. His lips near your ear, whispering things that ranged from cute to downright despicable. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, and they’d slowly slide up and down your sides. His lips giving gentle kisses to your neck, even going as far to bite down on your jewelry just to tease you.

But when the dinner dispersed into a little bit of a party, the dj definitely on some of that white powder iykwim. Rhianna cut on and your song started playing, hips swaying against him, freshly done up nails gently raking against his forearm.

And oh Gojo knew he was getting some when you tilted your head back against his shoulder and stared at him with those pretty little eyes. Batting your lashes and giving him that mega watt horny smile.

And to think, you two looked so wholesome and cute to the outside world. Little did they knew Gojo was rocking a full bone and pressing it into your ass.

“You are so beautiful,” Gojo murmured against your neck, grinning when he could feel your pulse pick up. “But you already knew that didn’t you, pretty girl?”

“Mhmm,” nodding, eyes closed with a satisfied little smile, you leaned into him completely. “Take me home and fuck against the counter?”

“Absolutely.”

You and Gojo were that crazy couple that were down to do anything. Party all night? You got it. Smoke weed? You got it. Get black out plastered? You got it. Piss off some tweakers? You got it. Flirt with random people to get a discount? Hell yeah!

Istg Gojo would be so turned on knowing that other men find you hot, knowing that they could never have you and only he could. Like he loves to make guys jealous. Hell, even women. Something about seeing that envy in their beady little eyes had his balls heavy and his tip leaking.

Someone embarrassed you? Man or woman, Gojo is petty but so are you. So when someone wants YOUR, yes YOUR man, Gojo is all with it when you wanna flaunt your relationship. This man is dressing in a suit and taking you out for cocktails and shrimp. And you two are taking all the pictures, even feeding each other and being so lovey dovey it makes a lonely bitch SICK.

But when a man wants you? Gojo’s girl? Oh hell. Gojo is buying you new clothes just for you to wear around when you pick him up from work. (Only did it so he could be passenger princess and brag about his girl.) And when he sees that look of jealousy in those men’s eyes- he laughs. Sometimes he’ll whip out his phone and take a picture.

This mf ain’t letting shit go neither. You talk shit about his girl? Fish are in your vents. How? No one knows. You think it might be Gojo- but you got no proof.

You try and pull up on his girl? Gojo is videoing his gf whooping your ass. And he will be posting that shit.

Y’all I am actually so fucking high rn I’m about to green out I can feel in my lady halls ( . )( . )

Hear me out—

(I’m high as shit and I just thought about this)

“Baby can you hear me?” Large hands cradled a pale face. Thumb gently rubbing under your eye. “Come on, eyes open.”

A small groan sounded from your throat, eyes opening— only because they were being pried open by your boyfriend.

“There she is,” Relieved, Gojo sighed softly and rested his forehead against yours. “Thought you’d gone into a coma or some shit.”

“No, get off me you heavy bastard.” You weakly pushed at his shoulders. Your body felt heavy, weak. Your head ached and your eyes throbbed as they got used to the light. “What even happened?”

“You wanted to play fight… and the rest doesn’t matter,” He laughed awkwardly, bright blue eyes looking anywhere but your beautiful face.

“Quit being a knowledge prude. What happened? I can’t remember.” You sat up fully, hand against your head as you scooted down the bed. Legs dangling from the mattress.

Gojo rolled his eyes but his lips quirked into an amused grin, “You can’t remember what happened but you can remember to be a little shit?”

An annoyed smiled forcibly rose to your lips, “little shit huh?”

Gojo stared at you for a few moments, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he looked away, “I— you ran at me… and I picked up and,” pausing, he peaked at you, then the very big bruise on your head that was slowly starting to knot and slowly, the embarrassment turns to guilt. “And, I dropped you on accident. On the head.”

You stared at him for a moment before looking away. Before little stifled snorts and giggles began to slip.

“Are you— are you laughing?” Gojo looked at you bewildered. Expecting you to be mad, maybe even cry? At least then he could tease you about that then.

“Imagining you actually freaking out and crying over me is kind of funny.” You give him an amused smile. It wasn’t often you could really tease Gojo. But seeing the little red streaks down his cheeks was a major tell tell.

“I did not— whatever.” Leaning forward he pressed his lips to yours o an intimate kiss. Soft at first only move into a deeper rhythm when he leaned in further. Slowly pinning you down on the bed, only to try and run his fingers through your hair—

“Ow!” Quickly pulling away, you held his wrist in a grip to keep his hands away from your sore and bruised scalp. Tears began to spill from your eyes, bottom lip quivering.

“Fuck I’m sorry- you okay?” Quickly moving to cup your cheeks, brows furrowed in concern. “You need a doctor.”

Although, the cries turned to a giggle. It was just too good, after so long of being teased, he fucked up and now it’s your turn. You were going to milk this for all that it’s worth. “You cryin’?”

So. I hated season 4 of umbrella academy. Especially Lila x five. But guys. When five is in love it’s so fucking cute. LIKE OH MY GOD. It’s the way he looks so soft around her or the strawberry scene. Let alone when he kissed her it was so slow and gentle and so damn genuine. And then when he smiled at her when he made her that bracelet.

Someone help me I am in LOVE w this man 😩😩😩

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

People don’t talk enough about how borderline PAINFUL taking Satoru’s cock would be. He’s a big man, over 6’3, with big ass hands and big ass feet. Of course his dick would be big too. Virgin or not, everytime he fucks you, he makes you feel like one regardless. Taking Gojo’s cock doesn’t become easier overtime, but you two manage to make it work out. The way his dick curves into your sweet spot, his tip borderline trying to break into your cervix, bruising it everytime you all fuck. He leaves you with cramps in your stomach, making you take a day or two off from work, while his big ass hands become your personal heater as you recover.

Thinking about…

Gojo has been gone on missions and such for a while. Only time he comes home is to sleep or get patched up by you so he could spend time with you. But you get tired of his absence and…

Context: Gojo is gone for weeks at a time. You’re lonely. You decide to break up with him and leave.

Warnings: angst, reader is alone a lot, brief mention of Mad Men, break ups, possessive Gojo, he a lil crazy bout you, almost car wreck??, hurt w comfort, good ending.

Wc: 1,557

A/n: it’s not as sad or wild as it seems I think. Also mad men is a dope show, but all the men in the show fucking suck?? Also. How do I make the title all colorful but like gradient like? Those are dope.

Breaking up with Gojo was not easy. You loved him so much, and he was the man you wanted to marry, spend your life with, have kids with and everything. But he was always gone now a days. Always.

For weeks, days, he was gone for three weeks last time. It was all too much. You missed him, and were tired of feeling alone.

It was lonely in his house. Always wearing his clothes because it smelt like him, burying your face in his pillow. It was all you really had.

You knew dating the world’s strongest wouldn’t be easy. But it was starting to feel impossible. You missed him so much, and half the time he didn’t even respond to your messages. Too busy for you.

You missed your job, and having to deal with shitty, annoying strangers, messy coworkers, and getting off late. At least you were busy then. Back in the earlier stages of your relationship, Gojo had begged you to quit your job so you could be with him more. He kept going on and on about how he could easily provide for the two of you, and it wouldn’t leave a dent in his bank account.

At first it was fine, amazing even, not having to work. Or get up early, stay late, deal with shit that made your mind ache. But you didn’t think about if Gojo wasn’t there.

All of the loneliness and angst that was building up in the empty space that was your and your lovers home was beginning to turn to anger. Anger and so many other negative emotions that Gojo promised you wouldn’t be feeling with him.

So after an entire pizza, a season of Mad Men, and a cup of chocolate milk, you decided it was time. It was time to leave because you were losing your damn mind, worrying constantly about Gojo, the loneliness, the having legit nothing to fucking do.

So, you began packing your things. You grabbed your clothes, your plushies, your shoes, your make up, face and hair products, even the little shit. You made sure everything that was yours was gone from his house, and packed in your car.

Glancing around, just to be petty, you deleted your Netflix profile. Gojo loved to use yours instead of his own, only god knows why. Meaning all his progress on the unfinished shows were gone.

With a huff, you wrote a note. Simply stating you were tired of being alone and feeling alone in this relationship. Ending it with an i love you, and hope you do well in the future.

And like that, you got in your car and began to drive.

Half an hour later, the front door to the house opens. “Baby I’m home.” Gojo called out, sounding tired and pretty damn drained. “You will not believe how much I fucking missed you.” He sighed, and put down the pizza he’d gotten on the way home for you both on the counter.

“Baby?” Gojo looked around, and noticed how much shit was missing. How much of you was missing. “Babe come out, I’m too tired for this, just wanna hug you.” Followed by silence.

Gojo glared at nothing in particular and huffed. Quickly, he walked into your and his bedroom, and paused. All of your stuff was gone. And there was a note on the bed.

Anger and frustration was replaced by a deep sense of fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, he picked up the note. And oh, he never knew how much a few words on a sheet of paper could hurt so much.

It wasn’t just mental pain, it was physical pain. Pain that had him grabbing his chest to try and stop it. Swallowing thickly, he quickly looked at his phone, and saw that you still had your location on.

“…fuck this.” Sadness and loss turned to anger and possessiveness. “Yeah fuck this shit.”

He worked too damn hard, and spent too much time dealing with curses, elders, people in general, for the one source of his happiness to be gone.

So, he got in his car, and immediately skidded out of the driveway. No doubt breaking every damn traffic law, speeding to reach your car.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, cliche sad music played from your stereo, a sonic blast sat in your cup holder as you ate cheese sticks and drove the car with your knee.

You felt pathetic. All these nasty thoughts nipped at your mind. You had no idea Gojo had even came back to the house. You’d expected it’d take him a few more days.

But you were NOT expecting, was a very familiar car racing up to yours and cutting in front of you, only to hit the breaks making you gasp and slam on your breaks.

You had to swerve off the road and into some empty parking lot. Eyes wide, heart racing, you noticed the other car pull in as well. Quickly getting out, you were fuming. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking cr-“

The front door slammed open, revealing none other than your boyfriend, or ex boyfriend rather. He looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen him.

“Gojo-“ you tried to get the words out, but he’d backed you against your car roughly. Pinning you there and glaring down at you, blindfold hanging around his neck.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snapped, voice low. “A fucking letter? Are you serious?”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Your heart jumped at the sight of him. Not injured, and safe from his mission but oh so furious. “…why- how did you find me?” You whispered, your voice breaking despite trying to sound more confident.

“You left your location on.” He spoke blankly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Why. Fucking explain it to me like I’m five.” Gojo’s head ducked down a bit, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“I-I-“ The words refused to leave. Your brows furrowed as tears began to boil up. Why was it so hard to say it when it was so easy to write it? “Y-you- I- I’m tired of being… alone. You’re always gone, always. And I’m left to worry about you.” However the more you spoke, the more those past angry feelings rose up. “You told me to quit my job for you and I did! Only for you to just leave all the fucking time! You don’t even respond half the time, and when you with me you’re always exhausted or hurt!”

Gojo felt himself pause. Sure, what you were saying was on the letter, but he didn’t process it. All he really noticed was ‘breaking up’ and ‘have a happy life.’ So hearing this from you had him pull back slightly.

He didn’t mean to hurt you, didn’t mean to make you feel alone. Gojo Satoru only thought about you when he was away, and only ever really spoke about you. He loved you, and to hear you felt like this… well… it didn’t change much.

You were still his. Yeah, his chest hurt knowing he’d hurt you. But he was not letting you walk out of his life like that. No fuck that.

“I’m sorry.” His expression softened and his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t realize I was leaving you alone like that. Baby believe me, all I think about is you. Every breath I take is so I can come home to you.” His forehead pressed against yours.

Your breath was shaky as you quieted down, eyes closing as his forehead pressed against yours. God, all that anger and resentment was gone just like that. It made you want to be more angry, but you just couldn’t.

Not when he was talking so sweetly to you, body pressed against yours. You’d missed him so much, and this was the first time in a while that you two really talked. Like really talked.

“Come home. I’ll take off work. The elders can go fuck themselves and send someone else to do their shit.” He murmured, lifting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don’t leave me, please… I’ll do better, I can’t lose you.”

Your heart melted at his words and you felt yourself swoon. However, before you could even say yea, he’d picked up and thrown you over his shoulder. “Oh my god- Gojo!”

“Ah.” He huffed, and landed a harsh slap to your ass. His hand rubbed over the area he slapped however to soothe the sting. “That is not what you call me. Go on, what do you call me sweet girl?”

You felt your cheeks burn red, eyes a little wide. “Satoru…”

“Good girl.” He praised with a grin.

“Wait- hey! I didn’t say I’d come back damn it!” You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get down. He however had other plans.

“You think you ever had the choice? That’s cute babe.” He smiled, his hand moving from rubbing gently to squeezing. “You are mine, and so is this ass.”

Your relationship was by no means perfect, but he loved you. Of course, he had never planned to let you go, even if you wanted to leave. :)

Guys this was bad. Omfg I got so lost in this- but why not post it??😟…

Th

Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛

before you post, remember S.T.O.P.!!!!

are you SEXUALIZING that old man?

does that old man TURN you ON?

POST.

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

me: *sobbing in the woods*

The eldritch horror that’s been watching me from behind a tree: ….Red Lobster’s hiring.

me: *turns around* oh shit fr?

foods ive been into lately

it's the last day you can rb this

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something