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heyniniy · 3 months

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✿ kiss of life [ natty ] lockscreens

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ourdadai · 16 days

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✿ haneul ꒰ kiss of life ꒱ lockscreens !

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dolcetural · 5 months

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nobody knows ^ - ^

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estrelinha-s · 2 months

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★. . kiss of life lockscreens 𖹭

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laninha-1 · 15 days

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natty (kiss of life) lockscreens.

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pliestar · 6 months

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Kiss of life natty lockscreens por favor?

ㅤ nattyㅤㅤ( kiss of life )ㅤㅤlockscreen

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mateuslocks · 23 days

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Natty_kiss of life wallpaper

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seulcaty · 2 months

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life is a cassette tape 📼

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kpop-posts · 2 months

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' ＼ ㅤㅤ ɴᴀᴛᴛʏ . ( ᴋɪss ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ) ʟᴏᴄᴋsᴄʀᴇᴇɴ

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isnowbed · 14 days

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⁺˚* ･ ✧ lockscreens . . ☆ ִ˚

𐙚 haneul - kiss of life ꒱ !

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fleurseok · 6 months

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૮♡ა belle ㅤᯇ ㅤlockscreens !

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heyniniy · 3 months

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✿ kiss of life [ julie ] lockscreens

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ourdadai · 16 days

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✿ julie ꒰ kiss of life ꒱ lockscreens !

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estrelinha-s · 1 month

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★. . kiss of life lockscreens 𖹭

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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husband! gojo satoru + fem! reader | 1,285 words | mdni | spit kink, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, gojo is obsessed with you and it's sickeningly sweet <3

the nights when he comes home just before daybreak are usually the hardest. when the sky is murky and unsettling and the edges of the furniture seem obscured in the light. when he doesn’t take his blindfold off before crawling into bed and under your oversized shirt. when the rest of the world washes away as he rests his head between your breasts. and he feels his lungs expand and fill with air. and he can breathe again.

satoru presses his nose into your skin, all he wants to feel is you. this time his duties have kept him away from home for too long. two weeks without feeling your supple flesh spill in his hands. two weeks of falling asleep without you in his arms. two weeks without his very life force, the gravitational field that keeps him tethered to this world. all he needs is a kiss, to feel the love seep from your lips and into his skin, to be reminded that he belongs etched by your side.

he feels nimble fingers scrape across his scalp over the worn-out fabric. “you’re stinky.” the words drag from your throat, slow and heavy with sleep. thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the base of his neck. “you can’t sleep like this.”

“‘m sorry for waking you.” it’s barely even a mumble, and you both know he doesn’t mean it. “i missed my wife.” that he does mean, more than anything in the world and more than anyone could ever comprehend.

arms circle around your waist and pull you up with him, manoeuvre your drowsy body until you’re flush against his chest. it’s clumsy and a bit too tight, but it’s perfect. “and i missed my husband.” your fingers slip beneath his blindfold, lifting it gently and slipping it over his head. and his eyes almost shine in the darkness as he looks at you. eyes that hold the entire universe. eyes that are tired and strained. eyes that brim full with happiness when you place a feathery kiss over one eyelid and then the other.

“you forgot handsome.”

“hmm?”

“your handsome husband.”

“will my handsome husband please go and bathe?” pretty pink lips brush against yours, a kiss so soft and sweet you feel your face burn. and when he returns, hair still damp, he falls asleep with his face buried in the crook of your neck and his arms looped around your tummy. holding on a bit too tight.

gojo’s love is overwhelming and needy. a little bit obsessive. it needs to be indulged and coddled. it’s clingy. too much. and he had tried so hard to hold back, the panic rising and thumping in his ears. he had tried so hard to not pour all of himself into you. but your meticulous fingers wrapped around him, wrangling and twisting, squeezing every last drop he had to offer. and he was brought down to his knees in front of you. and then just one knee. and then standing at the altar, letting big, crystal tears fall freely as he watched you walk toward him, not a single doubt in your mind. none of it too much for you - not the burden of his name, his position, the duties of a life he hadn’t chosen for himself. not even his barely tolerable personality.

satoru becomes even less tolerable when he’s with you. getting ready for work together every single morning. standing in front of the bathroom mirror, each with a toothbrush in hand, stealing glances at the other as you’ve only just met. so in love it’s a little bit stupid. there’s toothpaste dribbling down your chin, and his heart swells. soft cheeks give way to his fingers as he crashes his lips against yours. it’s messy and minty and a bit ridiculous.

“people think we’re gross, you know?”

“mmmm don’t care,” he shrugs. “i love being gross with you.” and the lopsided grin that stretches his features is too charming to bear.

you’re still on his mind when he’s supposed to be doing paperwork but he can’t stop staring at his new wallpaper - a picture of you all pretty and smiling, your nose slightly crinkled. then the phone is just inches away from nanami’s face. followed by wistful sighs and proclamations of “nanamin, look at how beautiful my wife is!” and “i’ve never seen that speckle in her eye before…” and “can you believe she married me?” nanami can’t believe you married him. but still, there’s something endearing about how he dotes on the loving notes you put in his lunch. little heart-shaped post-its that he reads and rereads and keeps safe in his desk drawer. he doesn’t care how pathetic he looks, not when the reason for it is you.

all that matters is that his life is filled with moments like this. sitting at the kitchen table, a delicate strawberry cake between you. layers of shortcake and cream and strawberries perfectly arranged. only to be ruined by greedy hands digging into it. he insists on hand-feeding you desserts. there’s airy filling and strawberry juice smeared all over his hand as he shoves a bite that’s just slightly too big in your mouth. and he huffs in surprise when he feels teeth nipping at the tips of his fingers.

pouting, he snatches his hand back. “no biting, you beast!”

“i just wanted a little taste,” you giggle, pulling him back towards you to leave gentle kisses over the bite marks

and he gives you a taste. hand wrapped around your jaw to keep your mouth open. he’s looming over you as he lets spit dribble from his lips, shiny and glistening in the moonlight peeking from your bedroom window. your eyes are glazed over, mind fuzzy with the slow rhythm of his hips rutting into you. the string of saliva rolling down your tongue, and he still tastes like strawberries and cream. you take everything he gives you, and so willing to give him all of yourself. “my perfect little wife,” his hand moves down to your neck as he kisses you. it’s sloppy and wet, forceful in the way his tongue slides against yours. like he’s claiming you over and over again. you’re both drooling and breathless when he pulls away, but that doesn’t matter. you don’t need air when you have this.

satoru is so loud as he whines into your mouth. almost incoherent watching his cock disappear inside you, sticky where your bodies connect. “this pussy was made for me, yeah?” he thrusts hard enough to make you squeal, gripping the sheets tighter to ground yourself.

“y-yeah,” hips grinding so close against yours, the tension in your thighs edging on painful, “only for you.”

he’s being so mean. so greedy. long, languid strokes force you to feel every inch of him. you’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum. lost all sense of time and place. all you know is him and his reverence. little chants of “fuck, baby, you’re so good for me.” and still he demands more, panting "just one more time, please." but how could you expect him to stop? he can’t when your pussy is drooling and squeezing his length so tight. despite how raw and sensitive his cock feels, he needs to keep fucking you. he needs to make up for all those nights he’s had to suffer your absence. he needs to lick the tears off your cheeks and savour the saltiness. he needs to watch your eyes roll back, to hear you whimper and whine. he needs you for as long as he can have you. for as long as you’ll have him. and you already promised you’d have him forever.

this was completely inspired by char (@utahimeow) and our very normal conversations about gojo 🤎

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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mateuslocks · 2 months

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