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thank you hun <33 i wholeheartedly believe that he's funny like !! i think he's the type to accidentally make himself laugh while talking to himself 😞 anddddd some of his jokes (the ones that leave you laughing on the floor) are probably from one of his inner monologues FUCK i love him

IJBOLLLLLLLLL 😭😭😭 i genuinely haven't even noticed it's been that long omg

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cigarettes. gojo satoru

satoru hates cigarettes.

he hates the smell it protrudes, the way it looks, and the way it tastes (alone). the pungent odor, a nauseating blend of burnt tobacco and chemicals, assaults his nostrils and lingers in the air, leaving an indelible mark on his senses. the unsightly appearance of a cigarette, with its charred paper and crinkled filter. and the acrid taste, a sharp and biting sensation that clings to the tongue, is a flavor that he finds repugnant. 

but satoru likes you.

he likes how you look, especially right after you wake up and before going to bed. when the air is still crisp and the sun has barely risen, he finds joy in the sight of your disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, a testament to the peacefulness of slumber. and as night falls and weariness seeps into your being, leaving you fatigued and drowsy, he finds you awfully endearing.

he likes the smell of you, soft and sweet. like one of those buy one take one marshmallow packs he buys from time to time at the nearest 7-eleven just a few blocks away from the dorms. a smell akin to vanilla and cotton candy, with a hint of powder and strawberry.

he can't really say that he likes the taste of you, but it seems like you would taste nice, or great; maybe even the best. even if you occasionally succumb to the urge to indulge in a cigarette, he envisions that you would embody all the delightful flavors of life, a symphony of tastes that he longs to savor.

he finds the answer one of these days, as you sit on his lap with a cigarette poised between your fingers.

the smoke curls and dances in the air, forming intricate patterns that seem to mirror the thoughts swirling in his mind. he watches as you take a long drag from the cigarette, the ember glowing brightly before fading into a smoldering ash. the smoke escapes your lips, swirling and dissipating into the atmosphere, leaving a lingering scent in its wake.

you see him staring at the stick of nicotine with his eyebrows ever so slightly scrunching.

"want a taste?" you tease, holding the cigarette out towards him, the smoke still wisping from its tip. satoru's gaze flickers between you and the cigarette, torn between his distaste for the habit and his desire to experience everything that you have to offer.

"of you?" he decides, his voice a low whisper that is barely audible over the crackling of the dying cigarette. softly swatting away your hand out of his face and opting to thumb the inside of your wrist, his eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of longing and curiosity. "been dreaming about it, angel."

with that, he closes the distance between the two of you, the wisps of smoke still swirling around you both, a testament to his eagerness. the taste of the cigarette lingers on your lips as he presses his mouth against yours, a mingling of flavors that is both intoxicating and forbidden.

satoru chastises you for being addicted to cigarettes, you chastise him for being addicted to your lips.

whether it's a bold red panty or the confidence of red nail polish, or even in a sultry shade of red lipstick or the vibrant hue of a red dress, this color has the ability to captivate and enthrall.

kiss it better ⋆ satoru gojo

fancy ⋆ toji fushiguro

red lipstick ⋆ kento nanami

wrong ⋆ suguru geto

claire and clementine are your tiddies ! :DD

2:05 am. gojo satoru

"what a mess," you sigh, shaking your head in bemused affection as you take in satoru's disheveled state. his body is sprawled across yours; his head finding a comfortable resting place against the softness of your stomach, while his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though afraid you might disappear.

"yur sho pretty babe," he mumbles, the words slurred but filled with a child-like sincerity. his voice is a low rumble against your skin, sending a warm tingle down your spine. and although the baby blues of his eyes are slightly glazed over from the alcohol, they still hold a look of pure adoration as they meet yours. "sho gorgshus."

"thank you baby," you giggle, unable to scold him for drooling on your shirt like a child. normally, you would say something, but you decide to save it for when he's sober. "you're wetting my shirt, though."

"oh noooo!" his eyes widening in mock horror as he quickly springs up from his comfortable perch on your tummy. the throbbing headache that had led him to collapse on top of you is momentarily forgotten, his focus now solely on rectifying the situation.

"let's take it off then!" he ushers with an eager enthusiasm, his charming boyish grin spreading across his face like a radiant sunrise. he lifts the hem of your shirt in a hurry, as if the mere thought of undressing you is a thrilling adventure, a shared secret between the two of you.

despite your best efforts, the allure of a man in the throes of love, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol, is a force that cannot be easily ignored. it wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you closer and blurring the lines between reason and desire. within seconds, you find yourself beneath him, breathless from the fits of giggles he's elicited while removing your shirt.

"looking reaaal nice baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the spot beneath your ear and down to your neck. "claire and clementine."

who in god's name is claire and clementine?

confused, you use the hand that was previously caressing his hair to gently tug his head up, only to find his eyes fixated on your chest.

"claire and clemen— oh my god. satoru!"

do what you gotta do, keep me up all night!

contains: nsfw, afab reader & fem terms, cursing, established relationship, reader wears a dress, mentions of body and pubic hair, mentions of waxing, brief oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, sweet thing / baby / angel as pet names, satoru being a simp and a menace.

notes: first time writing smut for satoru despite being in the jjk fandom for years now 😸. reblogs are appreciated, happy new year ! 🫶

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you're lying peacefully on the couch and satoru's hard.

you're lying peacefully on the fucking couch, and satoru's fucking hard. 

he feels like a teenage boy all over again, his heart pounding and his cock getting hard at the sight of the white sundress that does little to conceal your vibrant red panties beneath. 

gojo would be the type to send a picture of his dick with a bow tied on its base and say "cockette <3" after .

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y'all gotta stop w the compliments omg being inactive here makes me not used to it /lh 😭 thank you sm ! my eyes needed the color change tbh 🤕

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thank you sm for your kind words omg i'm giggling tehee 😽

HOOOOOOOLY HELL THANK YOU SOO MUCH !!!! i always forget that we're mutuals omg this made me legit rise from my bed 😭 i've been thinking of interacting with you these days and this ask must've been my sign 🫶

THANK YOUUUU !!!! my old theme has been rotting for like .. a year now or something 😹 it had to GO