Genuinely Just Got Cuteness Aggression Looking At Pics Of Gojo. Like Wtf.

reblogging this bc it’s so cute and TMMRWS MY BDAY YAYYY 19 on the 19th is so cute and aesthetic

☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.

you’re woken up by a kiss.

gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.

“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.

“it’s midnight.”

“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder. 

“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.

“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.

“and it also means it’s a new day already.”

“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.

satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.

“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.

♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut

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anyways FIT CHECK 👅👅👅

looking at pics of myself from middle school nd thank the lord i grew up sexy. holy shit.

soaking in the bath while toji sits on top of the toilet seat bc he’s a big baby and can’t handle how hot you like your water.

you’re on your phone or reading a book, the skin above the water dewy from the steam and he just watches you. he watches as your head lulls to the side with a sigh before your breathing steadies. he’d think you were asleep if he didn’t know you any better, but he did.

he’d normally tease you, say something about how he didn’t know cpr if you fell asleep in the bath… but he doesn’t. instead he matches his breathing with yours (anything to make himself feel closer to you in the quiet moment) and leans against the back of the toilet. he’s content with watching you until your skin got all pruny. after all, isn’t that what he’ll be doing years from now anyway?

brows done, lashes done, hair freshly washed nd styled, two online orders on the way, and planning my next nail set.

it’s crazy to see 20 year olds and like initially go “oh wow. older and wiser than me.” and then i realize i’m turning 20 this year. like oh. i’m old and wise. huh.

i am a hater before anything BUT one of my biggest pet peeves is when ppl will post “ugh i hate this trope!! why do fanfic writers write this write smth different!!!” no!!!!! if u have such a problem w it write it yourself!!!!!!!!!!!

like authors write things for their own pleasure and joy, not for an audience…… learn how to write and write it urself if it bothers u so much!!!!

he's so hot there's no way gojo didn't have passionate encounters with him

this is toji btw ^^

Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.

was just thinking (and got all flustered and extremely giddy about it) of how Suguru "subtly" croons away a "pestering" clerk (who, mind you, was simply just doing his job.....and perhaps had a keen eye for you, who thought your were gorgeous and single and Suguru is very perceptive of these things really and that is such a turn on.....) who tries to help try on some shoes you had picked out.

but Suguru wasn't having it. he wasn't too fond of some other man trying to weasel his way onto his stunning wife. so he does what he thought was the most crucial and logical thing to do. looms over the guy with a piercing death stare and shoves him out of the way with a ticking pulled smile on his face.

"I'm sorry I took so long my love, here, let me help you" and he just nudges his way past the gawking clerk, watching the way your adoring, tender husband, gets on one knee before you and begins to sensually remove your current shoes off with the new one that had caught your eye. languid, warm supple fingers diligently trace up and down along the slope of your smooth leg as he peers over his right shoulder to a shifting clerk, now clearly uncomfortable and nervous. clearly walking away from the intimate display between husband and wife.

you would roll your pretty eyes with a low scoff, carding your left hand through the soften tresses of obsidian, making him look up at you with a knowing glare.

"Really Suguru? felt threatened about a shoe clerk?" you would mock, feeling him turn into your hand and delicately kiss your wrist, trailing his soften eyes back onto yours with a cheeky smile.

"Threatened? never. simply giving him obvious signs that you are my beautiful, faithful wife? yes" you chuckle lightly, tenderly biting your lower lip as you feel his hands finally lace up the last strap of the heel on your leg and gradually smooth upward to your upper thigh.

"You're so lucky I find you sooo undeniably attractive when you show me off to others that I'm yours, Sugu" you halt his sly motions with the tip of your heeled toes against his lap, nudging close in between his legs. he simply shimmies a subtle shaky chortle, imminent eye contact still lingered onto you with a daring look.