I'm Obsessed With Drawing Him Omg

gojo looking at his kids… that’s papabear that’s Father

source: yes, my darling by homunculus

big head

authors note: just a lil sum sum for my man since i haven’t written anything for him in a while 🤗 + blurb is inspired by this pic

“jack please back away from the screen before your big headed ass goes cross eyed.” you told him as you sat on the couch watching your tv show.

the side eye he gave you was almost as bad as yours, “what show you watching?”

“vanderpump rules.”

“what’s it about?” he said purposefully dragging his feet across the floor to annoy you, watching as he plopped down on the spot next to you, before laying his head on your thigh, on the large couch placed in your living room.

“boy, you’re not about to interrupt me while i’m watching my show.” you said glancing down at him.

he smacked his lips as he sat up, resting on his elbow, “first off,” he said fully sitting up. he held his finger up by your face as you just looked at him. “and second of all, girl, i can bother you all i want.”

you laughed and moved his hand out of your face, “okay, you’re not about to bother me while i’m watching my show.” you said reaching for the remote, but not before he lays his entire body on top of you.

you started laughing as you just laid there, “you need to get off me.”

“nah, cause you think i’m playing with you girl.” he said, his kentucky accent noticeable.

“you must think this is a game huh.”

“y/n, swear to god, you push me off this couch i’m taking your ass with me.” he warned you, you knew he’d do it if he wanted to.

nothing but silence momentarily filled the air, “that’s what i thought.” he said before getting off you, you quickly tried to lightly kick him, but he moved out the way in time.

he swiftly, in one move, slapped your ass as the smack echoed loudly. you screamed as your hands quickly came to the spot to cover it.

“got that ass! next time you try and hit me, it’s gonna be something completely different.”

“whatever, just be lucky my foot didn’t connect.”

“whatever my ass y/n, you’re just mad cause you can’t get me back. i’m too quick.” he said as he shrugged.

“jack, baby, shh. thank you! i love you stink!” you said, turning up the volume to the tv.

miguel keeps so many nsfw pics of you in his phone.

one where he’s taking you from behind and you’re looking over your shoulder with a lazy smile

one where you have your tongue laying flat against the tip of his cock and you’re looking straight into the camera

one where you’re laying on your back, bare breasts as you give your best naught smile to the camera and doe eyes that makes him go crazy

one where you have your tongue out, his cum dripping all over it as you grin widely and looking up to the lenses

one where has his large hand cupping your bare tit under the soft material of your tank top (and another where he’s playing with your nipples)

one where he takes a close up picture of your pussy spread open, filled with him cum

one where you both go sunbathing at the beach and he’s laying on the plump of your ass cheek

one where he pulls his cock out of your pussy halfway and sent it to your ex boyfriend because he can’t fucking stop texting you as he added with the caption that says ‘she’s fucking busy’

one where his face is buried deep into your pussy, hands gripping around your thighs. eyebrows furrowed, eyes red as a devil as he looks into the camera

one where it’s a night in, a movie is playing in the background as he settles his face in between your breasts while you read your book

one where you’re naked, just in your panties, on your stomach and rolling yourself a blunt

one where you just got both of your nipples pierced and he took the picture right after

and lastly, one where he fucked you on your wedding night, just in your white matching lingerie set, panties to the side, garters still attached around your thighs and a veil still perched on top of the crown of your head.

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details here ;)))

I hope I live long enough to see the children of Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria wake up to the sound of birds not bombs

daddy’s girl (reupload)

“mommy, can i have this?” alora asked pointing towards the fruit snacks in the candy bowl.

“after dinner bubby.” y/n said adding the beef to the lasagna.

alora huffed and walked out the kitchen to play with her toys.

she looked at her papa who was busy on his computer, doing god knows what for work.

she whined knowing she wouldn’t get what she wanted because her mom isn’t the type to spoil her that much.

“papa, can you get me candy please?” she asked putting her chubby hands on his legs, looking up at him innocently.

“of course bubs.” he said, picking her up and setting her on the couch.

he walked into the kitchen opening the pantry and grabbing two packs of fruit snacks.

“thank you papa!” alora said standing up on the couch to grab them from his hand.

“your welcome my love.” he said bending down to give her a forehead kiss before getting back to work.

“dinner will be ready in about an hour- what the hell?” y/n stopped mid sentence.

“what happened?” jack asked looking at her confused.

“why are you eating candy after i told you to wait after dinner?” y/n asked crossing her arms.

alora immediately hid in her dad’s neck. she always did that when she knew she was in trouble.

“alora you are something else.” jack said with a laugh. you just rolled your eyes and sat next to him on the couch.

“your not in trouble bub, but when mommy says no you listen okay?” jack said to the four year old.

“i’m good baby, don’t let it happen again though.” y/n said running her fingers through alora’s curls.

“okay papa.” and she turned to her mom offering her a gummy but she declined.

pre-dating gojo—him not giving up on her once his eyes are set on her. commenting on most of her pictures, following her on all her socials, having her and megumi pinned on his imessage , sending her flowers and little trinkets, him being the definition of “i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it.” wc; around 800

being a new teacher at jujutsu tech was overwhelming enough without the world’s most insistent sorcerer making you his personal project. from the moment you stepped foot onto the campus, satoru gojo had his sights set on you, and he wasn’t subtle about it. not even a little.

it started small at first, just lingering glances that made you wonder if you had something on your face. then came the compliments, always with that playful grin of his.

“looking sharp today,” he’d say casually, leaning against your classroom door. “you sure you’re not trying to impress someone?”

“just trying to look professional, gojo,” you’d reply, your tone firm even though his attention made your stomach flip.

but satoru gojo wasn’t one to give up when something, or someone, caught his interest.

within days, you noticed him popping up in your social media notifications. he’d followed you on everything, from instagram to twitter, even a random account you barely used. every post you made earned a comment, ranging from witty remarks to downright flirty observations.

“you really have an eye for photography,” he’d write under a scenic picture, only to follow it up with, “but the view isn’t as good as you.”

you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or laugh, but the attention didn’t stop there.

flowers began appearing on your desk, beautiful arrangements with little notes scrawled in his messy handwriting. chocolates followed, and once, even your favorite coffee order appeared like magic during a particularly grueling morning. you tried asking who was leaving them, but every time, his students would either look away awkwardly or mutter something vague.

megumi, however, had no patience for it. “it’s obviously gojo-sensei,” he said flatly one afternoon when you found yet another bouquet. “he’s been insufferable lately.”

“fushiguro!” nobara scolded, but the slight eye roll she gave made it clear she agreed.

satoru’s antics didn’t stop there. he began finding excuses to help you with your students, offering “expert training tips” that often turned into elaborate demonstrations meant more to impress you than anyone else.

“see that?” he’d say after a particularly flashy display of cursed technique, turning to you with a cocky grin. “bet you can’t teach them that.”

“because it’s not practical,” you’d retort, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks.

dont get me started on the memes chile... once you finally relented and gave him your number, your phone became a constant source of laughter; random memes, ridiculous videos, and occasionally, surprisingly thoughtful messages about your day.

“saw this and thought of you,” one text read, attached to a picture of a female cat on top of a male cat nuzzling noses.

it was impossible not to crack a smile, even if you tried to keep your responses measured.

but the cherry on top of gojo’s relentless pursuit? he’d even roped his students into it.

“you should just say yes already,” nobara said bluntly one day, crossing her arms as you prepared for a joint training session. “he’s annoying, but he’s also kind of great when you get past the… everything.”

megumi groaned. “don’t encourage her. he’s unbearable enough as it is.”

“he’s determined,” nobara corrected, smirking. “there’s a difference.”

you shook your head, trying to ignore how warm their words made you feel. it was hard to admit, even to yourself, that satoru’s persistence was starting to grow on you.

he was annoying, yes. overthetop? absolutely. but beneath the theatrics, there was a sincerity to his actions that you couldn’t ignore. he studied you, not in a creepy way. but in a way that made it clear he genuinely wanted to understand you.

the small things he did like— remembering your favorite snacks, asking about your hobbies, or noticing when you seemed stressed. spoke volumes about the kind of person he was beneath the surface.

one afternoon, after yet another “accidental” run in, you finally confronted him.

“what do you even want, gojo?” you asked, crossing your arms as you faced him in the courtyard.

he didn’t even flinch at your tone. instead, he smiled, that confident, playful grin softening ever so slightly.

“you,” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

your breath hitched, and for once, you didn’t have a quick retort. maybe, just maybe, gojo’s persistence wasn’t as annoying as you thought.

1999 Gucci by Tom Ford

choking hot or not?

yesss.

someone took shiro's spot :'(