Like someone already said, it's definitely fun with the right people 😂 if you're ever interested in playing feel free to ask, I'm not that good but I'll always incite a good time ^^

I feel this, I've had this happen one too many times and it's uncomfortable each and every time. I'm so sorry this happened to you, hopefully they leave you alone.

Adore Monster High, Soul Eater and Sonic <3

mostly there to mediate because she knows how hotheaded both of them can be, and of course, cause Geto is her friend too.

#jjk #ierishoko #satorugojo #sugurugeto #yujiitadori #jujutsukaisen

Yuji encourages Geto to talk to Gojo about how he feels, how he's at a crossroads and doesn't know what to do. And after some convincing, Geto does talk to Gojo.

It's awkward and messy where both boys end up getting frustrated but still manage to get their points across thanks to Shoko. She's

tell that Geto is spiralling. More than initially too. He knows, at this point, that Geto hates eating curses. Of course, no one knows that Sukuna resides in Yuji again after the two decided to try again together. But Yuji shares this secret with Geto. Tells him that it's okay to not be okay.

to cause a paradox or anything like that.

For a while he integrates into the group rather well, hell he even gets to meet Nanami when he is in his emo phase! But then after shadowing Gojo and Geto on the Star Plasma mission he notes that Geto and Gojo start pulling away from each other. He can

body, never mattered how many times he watched his dick sink into her cute little hole. Stretching her open to accommodate his size; she was breathtaking. He loved every inch of her, even if he teased her relentlessly.

fell on deaf ears. Satoru took his time. Freeing one of his hands from holding Utahime's in place he grasped her side, running his hand over her bare skin, admiring all the curves, dips and scars on her body. Committing her form to memory. It never mattered how many times he'd already seen her

behind her. A frustrated huff escaped her as she pulled back to glare up at him.

"Patience, Hime. We rarely get a day like this." Satoru tutted and shook his head at her, leaning in he gave her a teasing Eskimo kiss.

"Hurry up..." Iori breathed, flexing her hands in his grip. However, her whine

his neck where she can smell the expensive cologne he always wore, she released a contented sigh as she tugged his shirt from where he'd tucked it into his pants. It wouldn't take her long to have his shirt on the floor too. She would've had his pants too had he not pinned her hands to the cabinet

skin, sucking various marks into the pale flesh while her hands ran over his broad shoulders.

Taking her time she began to unbutton his uniform jacket; pushing it off his shoulders and onto the kitchen floor once the last button came undone. She moved to his button down next. Burying her face into

fingers into the back of his hair as they slowly made out. Slowly, steadily, Iori's lips trailed from Satoru's to his jaw down the column of his neck. She paused to suck a small mark into his Adams apple. The action earning her a low growl from him while she continued to pepper kisses along his

pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it somewhere behind him. He gently spun her around before leaning down and capturing her lips in a soft kiss. He lifted her onto the counter, standing between her legs while her arms snaked around his neck.

Utahime hummed into their kiss, lacing her

seemed to care.

"Hime." Satoru whispered, his hands found their way beneath her sweater, splaying across the expanse of her stomach. Yet he made no further move. Always wanting that confirmation that she wanted this as much as he did. When she nodded and spoke her consent Satoru wasted no time,

older woman.

"Gojo..." Iori warned, though it held no real weight of her wanting him to stop. It'd been ages since they last had a moment to themselves. She wasn't about to stop him now, but the current setting wasn't exactly ideal. Her hands were still wet from the soapy water, not that Gojo

sliding up the curve of her hips and waist then down again to settle on her hips.

Satoru had always liked Utahime's figure. Though slim and feminine, he could still detect the muscle built from years of fighting curses. His fingers dance up her abdomen, eliciting an involuntary shiver from the