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i think satoru would be so insanely cliche and giddy when the two of you start dating
he would buy you a bouquet of red roses and chocolate, sending you red hearts and changing your contact name to “sweetheart <3” or “my lover” his heart doing flips when he read you’d changed his contact name
angel boy <3, it read, he couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night.
he would take you out to the movies and then for ice cream afterwards, he’d let you borrow his hoodies and blush when he saw how much larger they fit on you
he would write you love letters, telling you how much he liked you and how he was so happy with you, random doodles on the sides of the papers
anytime you’d leave sticky notes for him or write him a letter back he’d tuck it away in a chest in the back left corner of his closet, smiling anytime his eyes landed on the chest.
he’d walk you or drive you home all the time, sharing an earbud with you, having you on the inner part of the sidewalk and slipping his hand in yours, smiling bashfully when you intertwine your fingers with his
he would do everything in his power to make you happy, running out of your house for ice cream after you mentioned wanting it one (1) time
he is just such a hopeless romantic, chasing after the feeling of warmth and love that you gave him, the feeling of normality that you gave him.
satoru didn’t feel like the head of the clan or the strongest sorcerer in the world as you pulled him to watch the light show in the cold december air, or as you intwined your fingers with his while he walked you home.
a/n: hi hi friends !! something short and sweet since i didn’t have time to work on a longer one shot today , i hope yall still enjoy !!! lmk what u all think :3
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#oh this is so beautiful :(#love like this#how he deserves to be loved#op you hit it on the head#hes not the strongest or the honored one#hes yours and that's his favorite thing to be !!!#ouuuuu#જ⁀➴ love's library
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hmmmm might make a separate blog just for selfshipping aough.....
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✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ cw: gore/violence, implied suicide
satoru feels it coursing in his system. a tingling sensation, starting from the tips of his fingers, just underneath his fingernails. it travels all the way up his arm, up to the very arteries protruding from below the skin of his neck. the more he tenses with the pain that lights up every nerve in his body, the more that vein bulges; throbbing at the pulse point just below his jawline, painting the map of his skin a blueish-purple wherever it happened to be.
by this point, it was too late. satoru had been infected, completely caught off-guard by a zombie that snuck up on him— though it’s not like he had anyone left to alert him of its presence. it was a long time coming, if someone had asked him.
with his back turned, gnarled fingers had extended his way, the gurgling sound of its deadly moans reaching his ears far too late. just as he stumbled to pull his gun out of its holster, the creature grabbed a hold of him — digging rotten nails into his skin. it pierced, tore through the skin harshly enough to draw blood— blood that ran down his forearm in a thick, red cascade. it was the scratch of a beast, a monster in its right. even as satoru managed to shoot it point-blank, he stumbled backwards from the shock of it. he was a dead man before he’d even had the chance to defend himself.
as he lay on the ground, staring at the tear in his arm, the flesh throbbing and growing a mossy green around the edges— he thought of you. with a trembling hand, he rips off the chain around his neck; a necklace you’d once given to him, long ago. he puts the necklace in the palm of his hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing the metal one final time. letting his lips linger on it as long as he feels necessary. he thinks of the last time he got to kiss you.
satoru wraps the chain around the handle of his gun, and he finds his hands don’t tremble nearly as much anymore when he brings the barrel up to his temple— the warm metal of the chain comforts him, oddly. in his final moments, he thinks of you. he thinks of finally being granted the chance to be with you once more— so long as the heavens grant him such, the pleasure of spending the eternity of his afterlife in your arms... just as he promised you he would.
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why is this the best wine ive ever had and its $3
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ouuu i need to update so much about this blog
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𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚.
atelophobia \ əˌtɛləˈfəʊbɪə \ (n.) - the fear of imperfection of not being good enough.
❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader
❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: satoru's been valued only what he could offer others, until he met you.
❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.3k
❆ 𝐚/𝐧: more of a self indulgent character study to get back into the swing of writing !!! pls enjoy <3
❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :3
satoru gojo held many roles and titles in his life. he was a son, a sorcerer, teacher, role model, a special grade, the honored one, the strongest. the strongest. whatever that was supposed to mean.
he knew what it meant, sure, but the lines were blurred a bit around the parameters of what exactly his role was. he was satoru, gojo-san, gojo-sensei, and whatever sweet term of endearment you thought up for him. between that, satoru’s identity and purpose got muddled as the titles and meaning were ever-changing.
he didn’t feel a certain way about any of it, really. or so he thought. the one accolade satoru couldn't claim was being totally indifferent.
you almost admired that aspect of him. how his nose scrunched up when something he eats tastes off, how he played with his blindfold when he needed to get something off his chest. or maybe, it was the way his eyebrow twitched ever-so-slightly if you pronounce a word in a funny way. there is no subtle, subdued, or nonchalant bone in your boyfriend’s body. everything on his mind was said before his mouth even opened.
because of that, you knew satoru was happy to be home by the way he refused to leave your side. it’s rare he gets a decent break like this; his students had a week-long retreat in kyoto that he’d meet them at eventually. for now, he had some small ends to tie up on the homefront that he was dragging out so he could stay a bit longer with you.
satoru sat on the edge of the empty bath, admiring you as you did your skincare at the vanity. if his legs weren’t long enough to touch the ground, you imagined he’d be swinging them back and forth as he gushed about his students.
“...and maki beat mai in a one-on-one. again.”
you rolled your eyes as you clipped hair away from your forehead, “even i could’ve predicted that.”
“i don’t know why those two always find each other if they’ve got such a grudge,”
you patted your face dry.
“it must be a sister thing,” you chuckled.
“something like that, i guess,”
“you’re not upset you’re missing it?”
satoru studied you in silence as he let the question linger a bit more. part of him was. maybe more than just part of him. he let out a hum as he thought about it.
“not really,” he concluded, “i want to be here,”
you smiled at him through the mirror as you caught his eyes.
“it’s okay to be both, babe. be as selfish as you want,”
was it really okay for him to be selfish? nobody had ever told him before that the choice was his. even if it always was.
satoru had spent a lot of time being what other people said he should be. unfortunately, most aspects of his personality and day-to-day life were not decided by him. maybe it was atonement for the way he acts. could it be his fault? is it punishment for the gift he didn’t ask for? it’d be rich to still call it a gift. it was more like a plague, or a curse. something he had to bear and live with, master and hone.
it was admired, it was hated. it controlled him, he controlled it.
everything he was, fundamentally, came from what he could provide.
satoru didn’t realize how exhausting it was until you came along and shared the burden with him. silently, lovingly, and effortlessly. maybe he was a little selfish. was it selfish to miss his kids in kyoto while having the love of his life in front of him? or maybe it was selfish to relish in the time at home and drag it out for one more minute with you.
being in between is lonely.
but the loneliness will pass, just like time always does anyway. and being lonely with you is still being with you in the first place.
satoru sank into the empty bath, letting his body fold as he lay across the width of it. he sighs heavily and smiles, closing his eyes. his drama was unsurprising–all you can do is shake your head and take his place on the edge of the bath.
he peers up at you.
“selfish, huh?”
you place your hand on his knee, thumbing over where it bends as a way to soothe him.
“mhm, why not?”
satoru tilted his head back, just barely, looking up at the bathroom fan as he tried to think about what to say next.
“i’d like to stay like this for a bit longer,”
you smile warmly at him.
“in the bath? clothed like this?”
it wasn’t about the empty bath. or the clothes he was wearing. just like how it wasn’t about him learning about your skincare routine. it was never about the stories of his students, or the way you always checked in on megumi. nor was it about how you took all of his clothes when you were cold, knew how he liked his coffee in the morning, or the way he made sure the bed was nice and warm before you joined him there.
it was so much more in so much less. in his worst moments, he was in a warm bed with you, hearing you talk about your refreshingly mundane day as you drew a nonsensical pattern on his chest.
everything he was came from what he could provide, right? that’s how it always was.
what he inherited preceded his name, his personality, and everything nuanced about him. nearly everyone in his life cared more about his ability than anything else about him. he’s convinced people knew his technique more than they knew his favorite color. the music he liked. his favorite food. trivial things overshadowed by what he could provide.
but the only thing he had to provide to you was love.
to you, who he was came from what he could provide. and that was pure, warm love.
he was matching pajamas, two cups of coffee waiting to be filled, two toothbrushes sitting together on the counter. he was the seat warmer that he always turned on for you when you rode in the passenger seat, along with the playlist he made with songs you listened to together.
it was refreshing.
with you, he wasn’t satoru gojo. not the strongest, not gojo-sensei, not a special grade sorcerer.
he was him. and it was always enough for you.
satoru when you were doubled over from another lame joke he told, begging him to stop making you laugh so hard.
baby when he had a particularly hard day at work, holding onto your body on the couch like detaching from it would kill him.
sweetie when he was being ridiculous, dramatic, and over-the-top, watching a smile tug at your lips as he intentionally got on your nerves when you tried to hide it.
honey when you didn’t feel well, and he got to spoil you more than you’d ever let him before.
among a million other things. but never what you expected of him.
most importantly, and his favorite, was when you called him love. is that what you really saw him as? it made him melt. the jujutsu world hardened him, but you turned a blind eye to that. it was enough to make him fall in love every day all over again.
what a privilege, he thought, to be so calloused and still love.
“yeah, in the bath like this,” he muttered.
you slid in next to him, folding your body too so the two of you were sitting in the cold, empty bath with your legs sticking out of the side.
“well, i’ll join you then, love”
there it was. he hummed contently.
satoru felt like for a majority of his life, he felt like he had to search for his other half. seemingly, he was whole all along.
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that blue eyed man is not ur soulmate be serious
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life gets better. dont get into jujutsu kaisen
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touching teeth with gojo. sounds weird i know but my beloved biters and chewers just stay with me here okay. you're both sitting on your bed in the dim-lit room, the only light being the computer screen on the floor. there's some music playing quietly in the background but it's all muffled in – your focus being on the man sitting before you.
his pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted, deep breaths slipping from between them. his chest is rising and falling fast, the excitement bubbling in it, ready to burst. you're facing him, sitting on the bed with your knees tucked underneath you. you're not doing any better than he is – you're heaving like he is, eyes so big and wide, fingers itching to feel him already.
you don't really remember how you ended up here but that doesn't matter. his lips strech into a hungry smile, the rows of perfect teeth flashing you teasingly. he knows you're ready to lunge because he's ready to lunge. you lean forward an inch and he does the same. everything is so slow, the clock in your room has stopped in its track, the music has gone quiet. your own lips mirror the smile the boy in front of you is sporting and you see something flicker in his eyes. curiosity? want? need? a mixture of all of them? they drop down to your mouth and he gulps. you look delicious. he looks delicious. it's a feast.
you part your lips and he automatically opens his wider too, completely mirroring you. you lean closer, he leans closer. the distance between you isn't there anymore, you can smell his cologne, fuck – you can almost taste him. your own eyes flick to his mouth and as if your hand has a mind of its own, it raises to touch his soft flesh.
satoru's breath hitches, feeling your fingers against him. you slowly drag them all over his mouth, pushing and pulling his lips until they're properly pink and a little bit swollen. he's really panting now, sounding a bit like a dog. a puppy, eager to play. a cub, eager to bite.
he can't tear his eyes from your lips either, he's intoxicated. he's addicted, and you only make it worse when you sink your teeth into them. he lets out a quiet little groan, from the depths of his throat, making your grin stretch even wider.
your hand cradles his face, tracing over his cheekbone before resting on his jaw. your thumb pokes at his bottom lip, the quiet open up, baby coming from you is making him feel dizzy but he obeys nonetheless. his mouth opens wider than before, displaying the sharp canines you've been thinking about for the longest time. oh, he's perfect.
you press your thumb inside his warm mouth, dragging it over his teeth, feeling the edges of them against your soft skin. satoru's eyes close as he fists the bedsheet underneath your bodies. he's so warm, and you feel yourself sigh when your thumb meets with his tongue. his lips lock you inside, his tongue swirling around your finger before he hollows his cheeks and sucks on it. you can't breathe anymore.
you've never been this enamoured with anyone before. he's sucking on you thumb, teeth gently grazing against it and you're in love with him. you tell him to open up again and he listens in a second, he's good like that. you tell him to look at you and he does – big beautiful doe eyes staring back at you, ready to do whatever you ask him to do. whatever you tell him to do. you award him with another smile and he just can't help but match your expression. there's spit all over his mouth and the desire to clean him up is eating you alive, but you have to wait. you need to take this slowly.
he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you love him. deciding to push him even further, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it closer to yourself. he doesn't say anything, only observing and learning. you raise his hand to your mouth and you part your lips, inviting him in.
his leans forward with his whole body, hypnotized by the sight before him. you hold his hand with both of yours, molding his fingers into a fist, only leaving his pointer finger out. you guide him in, watching his adam's apple bob at the warm feeling. you guide him over your own canines, just as you'd done with his, letting him explore the inside of your mouth. his own hangs open and he looks so cute like this.
you take your hands off of him and watch him fall into the deep pit of hunger all on his own. his heavy finger presses down on the row of sharp edges, secretly wishing it'd drew blood. he runs his finger over the sides of your teeth, smoothly gliding over them causing the skin of your cheek bulge out. he tries to swallow the thing stuck in his throat but he can't. he feels like he's suffocating; gasping for air, gasping for more of you.
while he's focused on the finger disappearing into you, you take the time to trace of his lips again, promptly pushing through them and connecting you both. teeth and skin. wet and warm. his eyes glance up only to find you already staring at him and he feels himself harden in his pants.
gently, you bite down on his finger, he does the same. he gnaws on you and you do the same. it's romantic. it's erotic. you need more.
so, suddenly you move from your sitting position, pushing the boy in front of you down onto the soft bed. situating yourself over his abdomen, you press another finger into his mouth, reveling in the way his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. his finger is still locked between your sharp teeth, leaving deep dents in it. god, he wishes you'd draw blood. his free hand goes to your hip, squeezing the flesh so hard it'll bruise. you need more.
the room feels too hot, your bodies feel too hot. satoru feels like he's about to melt into the bed, your heavy gaze burning him alive. fingers press flat on his tongue and his eyes widen once more, and when you press them deeper into his mouth, down his throat – his hips buck under you. his eyes close as he tries his best to keep from gagging. you bite down on him harder and his eyes do another round around his skull. fuck.
cracking open his eyes, he's greeted with a big toothy grin. it's reaching your ears, and with the way your eyes shine in the dark room, it's a bit scary. is this the beast one might meet in a forest somewhere? the one that will eat and devour him? the one that'll open him up and consume him?
his heart thrashes in his ribcage, calling for you, reaching out to you. he's not the predator he thought he was; he's the oblivious prey, who walked into your love all on his own and who is now stuck in it.
it's not like he wants to leave anyway.
#Oh.#oh my word#clutching my pearls#something happened to me#something..#Ermmmm#i need him in ways that would get me locked up#i can’t do this#op I love u#જ⁀➴ love's library
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i want to commission self ship art . but none of the artists i like have comms open rn aoughh
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I think about my F/O too much then I look like this
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writing about falling in love makes me miss the act of actually falling in love w someone like.. damn. dating apps are so artificial and meeting anyone outside of uni/work is nearly impossible these days like Where is my meet-cute strangers to friends to pining-over-each-other to lovers after a drunken confession
#real !#ou how i love falling in love but loathe everything after#or maybe i like just the idea of it#teehee#anyways
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