I Feel Like A Lot Of People Write Gojo When He’s Being Playful Or Sarcastic But Could You Write Moments

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

THE MOVE IN; 001

synopsis; jack looks into getting a home for you in kentucky without letting you know first.

"Babe can I borrow your computer real quick?" You asked Jack who was in the bathroom.

"You know you don't have to ask." He chuckled before going back to doing whatever he was doing.

You logged in and clicked on safari and was immediately met with a page of houses in Kentucky.

You furrowed your eyebrows before closing the computer.

As if this argument was scripted, Jack came out of the bathroom and sat next to you on the bed.

"What happened? Did you forget the password or something?" He asked.

"I have a question, and be honest." You said looking him dead in the eye.

"Uh oh, what did I do this time?" Jack said chuckling nervously to ease the obvious tension.

"Why are you looking for houses in Kentucky? Do you not wanna be with me anymore?" You asked, nervously playing with the rings on your finger.

"What? Baby no. I was looking into housing in Kentucky so all of us could move out there. I would never leave you or the baby." He said rubbing your belly softly.

"Move out there? We never talked about this. How do you know I wanna live in Kentucky?" You said.

"Why wouldn't you? It's quiet and safe. And I have family out there who would love to meet our child." Jack said looking at you like you were crazy.

"Jack, don't piss me off. What is in Kentucky for me? Just because your from there doesn't mean I wanna live there!" You said getting irritated.

"Calm down! Nothing is set in stone. I was just looking into places that would be perfect for the baby to grow up in." Jack said, giving you an annoyed look.

"Don't tell me to calm down! You can't just make big decisions like this and expect me to accept it!" You said getting out of the bed and looking for your keys and purse.

"Where are you going?" Jack said following you out of your shared bedroom.

"AWAY FROM YOU!" You said putting on your shoes and slamming the front door.

"Fuck." Jack said running a hand through his curls.

satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

you were making dinner when you heard the front door open. today was jack’s day off and you asked him to run to the store because you ran out of a few ingredients.

“babe they didn’t have the brand of pasta you liked so i just got these.” he said putting the bag of things on the kitchen counter next to you.

“aww it’s okay thank you for getting everything.” you said as you took his hand and pulled him into you. “whatcha got there?”you asked when you saw a bag behind him.

“oh i got you these!” he said with a big smile on his face. he shoved a big bouquet of flowers in your face. “well damn.” you giggled and took a look at the bouquet.

“thank you but why ?” you asked looking up at him, “why what?” he raised his brow at you slightly. “why did you buy these? did i miss something? it isn’t even valentines day yet?” you questioned.

he laughed at you and shoved your head to the side. “dummy i don’t need a reason to give you flowers. i saw them and thought of you.” he said grabbing the back of your neck and kissing your forehead. you pouted at him and grabbed a vase to put your flowers in.

I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf

MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤

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“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”

his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,

“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”

he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”

you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,

as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,

“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,

“aw fuck”

“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”

“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him

oh man, he does not need to be told twice.

his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,

“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,

miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.

the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.

no. you belong to him.

“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”

“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”

“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.

“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”

hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,

“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,

he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.

“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”

yoribogo_

nails clawing into the deep red sofa trying to get away from the large cock that fucked through your walls harshly. chants of his name could be heard, crowd waiting for their favorite performer to come out and serenade them, but unluckily for them - geto was in like with the cunt he was currently fucking to just stop. “getogetogeto just l-like uh! that bunny” he mumble chanting his name alongside with them, bucking his hips roughly making you clench, tightening around him. bitting his lips his hands pulled even tighter on the long braids that were in your head slapping your ass, and grunting loudly over your whines. “b-break! breakkkk” you cried feeling your pussy clench down without stopping a beat. you dug your teeth into the fabric of the couch, mascara tears and damp eyelash sticking together while your eyes rolled over, body convulsing as the overstimulation took over your body. “thata girl” he whispered pulling his dick out and jerking himself off over you. his long dark hair glued to his face, and smudged mascara adding on perfectly to his look. pulling the leather pants back up, heeled boots clacked against the floor, while he made his way to the loud crowd that screamed as soon as he came into view.