I’ve always drawn Rook buff(ish) but Savanaclaw Rook is making me draw him beefier- like it’s canon now!
G-Guys… is it really me if I don’t draw at least one horknee art of him /j 💀 i mean come on- I’m about to be unminored in a month so-
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"there could be two beds and they will still only one bed trope their way into your heart somehow" exactly! gojo doesn't know what personal space means at aaaaaaall
satoru wouldn’t know the definition of personal space if it smacked him in the forehead, he needs to be close all the time always.
the “actually, there are two beds” trope with him is so funny esp in a f2l setting because for every night of your trip, he finds some excuse to be in your bed instead of his. actually, he would give up rooming by himself on a group trip if it meant he got to share a room with you, because he’d find a way to share a bed with you.
the first night, he dumps his entire suitcase on his bed, then showers, and you’re asleep by the time he comes back. and now he’s clean and moisturized and he wants to go to bed and oh no! all his stuff is still on his bed! guess he’ll have to share with you for tonight 😇
the second and third nights he fakes having a nightmare to crawl into your embrace, and then feeling sick so you’ll coddle him to sleep.
the fourth night, he showers first and falls asleep on your bed instead of his. you’re the respectful one who takes his bed instead, but ofc he wakes up once you’ve fallen asleep to slide in next to you, and when you groggy and confused he just hushes you back to sleep with a cheeky, “you were in my bed, don’t worry about it.”
the fifth night, he turns the AC all the way up and says you “looked cold” so he “came to cuddle you” while you were asleep.
he could find an excuse for every single night as long as you share a room together, but the moment you invite him in, ask him, “satoru, do you wanna share?” his brain short circuits and his face goes all red and you offering does bad bad bad things to him and now he actually has to sleep in his own bed because this is gonna keep him up all night
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Thinking about having the cutest most sweet and wholesome Valentine’s Day with Mammon where you spoil each other. Showering each other with gifts and taking each other to cute little cafes and stores while you hold hands. When you get home cuddling up next to each other and watching a movie, just resting your head on his chest so you can hear his heart beat.
Then that night he fucks you in doggy style so hard your knees are buckling under you. Your tits jiggling and slapping against your chest with each thrust. The gold necklace you got him swinging back and forth, hitting his chest as he moves his hips. Both of you moaning so loud all of his brothers hear, making them silently seethe in jealousy. And his grip on your waist is so hard it leaves marks. When his cum finally spills into you, he scoops it back up shoving it back into you with his fingers “so you don’t waste his final Valentine’s Day gift to you”
Divider credits @hitobaby
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roommate!simon who's spending his time before bed doing what he usually does: tugging at his fat cock with his ear pressed against the wall to hear your cute little mewls and moans.
he's convinced you're doing it on purpose, to rile him up and make him so hard he can't fucking think. it's working. simon's got his shirt between his teeth to muffle his groans while he fists his cock to the sound of your cunt's slick slick slick as you finger yourself with a vibrator pressed against your throbbing clit.
he can hear your gasps getting high pitched and the wet sounds get faster as you approach your high. you moan his name, unbridled, and then quickly muffle your mouth and simon has to bite his fist and hold his cock so hard it hurts just to keep from spurting cum all over himself. he starts rubbing his tip faster and faster so he can cum as you do but just then the bzzz of your wand gets slower and slower until it stops. simon hears you sob in frustration, mourning your lost high. your whimpers sound loud and clear through the wall and let him know that you're having no luck getting back to your peak.
he all but sprints out of his room, tucking himself into his sweats, as he takes a second to even his breathing before knocking on your door. the sounds of your sheets rustling and you rushing to get decent leak through.
you open the door, disheveled and flushed. "simon? what'd you need?" it takes him a second to answer you - he can't fucking focus, not with the way your top sits messily unbuttoned on your soft tits, not with the way you're panting in front of him.
he leans in close, bending himself down to your height and whispers right into your ear, "need some help, love?"
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this is filthy i'm sorry, please comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about
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