He’s So Gorgeous And For What Cr. Dwellingsouls

I'm utterly devasted

(190620) han, side effects

“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.

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gifs of hyun (23/∞)

happy birthday baby

Seijoh 4 x JJK

With a life and death situation, would seijoh four sorcerer do what it takes to protect you?

#the amount of beauty he has (｡♥‿♥｡)

taehyung + ON performances

sensei off duty.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.

genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+

cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)

notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“G-Gojou!”

The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.

Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded from behind with every bit of his strength to create even more friction against your moistened cunt.

Gojou Satoru could last for hours.

There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.

When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his role as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as he he said it.

“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Lecherous moans came out louder than you expected, even louder than the skin slapping noises from when his groin hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.

“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin. “Say my name.”

His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”

“Good mommy.” A tsunami of pleasure washed over your body at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your spine. Your legs were shaking as your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”

His thumb was teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even with his words alone and it was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his dick better as he watched how his cock was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.

“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Shit!”

The prick was enjoying how loud you were getting that it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans as well as his sexy grunts echoed through your room in titillation. You wanted nothing else but to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.

“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”

He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”

No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.

“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”

Doing as told, his member left your hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back against mattress with his nape resting against the headboard. You were almost like an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.

“Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure blue eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”

“Only for you.”

As he was busy playing with your slit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.

You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you’d press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.

“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you took him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises.

On the flip side, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunny was already red and swollen but it only made him satisfied with himself and the job he’d done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.

With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.

Gojou Satoru himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he doesn’t just stay being good. He has to stay being the best. For you, he wanted to be the best husband you could ever wish for in your lifetime.

“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”

“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.

Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having good sex with your husband.

At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.

“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” he asked, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal eyes underneath his messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.

Realizing that there was no iota of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”

Or could he? Was Satoru even capable of that, too?

Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with a wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”

You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his rod back and forth while he caught your lips against his. “Sato—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly.

His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts until you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”

“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen. “Cum for me, honey.”

“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking around his cock followed by your loud cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, but Satoru wasn’t done.

It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt on top of you. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing. “You look beautiful.”

He said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Feels. So. Fucking... good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cavern. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance and Satoru was very much proud to see how much he came inside.

“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.

Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”

Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sexdoll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained topless. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V line.

He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you apart.

He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.

You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students took on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.

Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, your door received faint thumping followed by a sudden outburst of tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “C’mere. What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”

“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you. “I’ll kick their ass!”

“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”

Little Sachiro snuggled under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet he’d inherit his towering height, too.

He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.

Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting gaiety from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”

Sachiro blinked his doe eyes before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”

You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Yes and mama, too,” he said, earning his father’s approval and ‘good boy’ comments.

The satisfied chuckle from Satoru made your heart full. “I’ll turn you into the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.

You were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.

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