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loveforsatoru · 4 days
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satoru and sugurus friendship reminds me sm of seth and evan from superbad 😭
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loveforsatoru · 14 days
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my tumblrs messed up bc why did i get a notification that someone sent me an ask but it’s not showing up. if you just sent me one, please send it again! i can’t see it in my inbox ☹️☹️
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loveforsatoru · 15 days
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hello !!!!!!!!!
I don't have anything specific, so idk, satoru with a five years old daughter? he would be such a cute and loving father 😓 i’m done, this life where I can't have satoru’s baby is killing me!!!!
this idea is so cute. i literally think about satoru as a dad all the time and it gives me major baby fever.
you never once thought that you could ever be this happy. what did you do to deserve it? maybe it’s the universe paying you back for all the times you’ve suffered in life both alone and your relationship with satoru. you’d been dating since high school, but it wasn’t easy. there was so much ache, time spent apart, and issues that you didn’t know if you could overcome. sleepless nights, occasional arguments and interference from your jobs drove your relationship into rocky paths, but at the end of the day, he never forgot to tell you he loved you even when you felt like the most unloveable person alive. through all the difficult times, the highs and the lows, he was always there and never once intended on leaving, so he sealed that promise with a ring and his vows.
you got married a couple years after high school. you were only 22, but your life couldn’t have turned out more perfect. it’s been 10 years and the love never died down. if anything, it grows with each passing day. now that you have a five year old daughter together, there’s only more to look forward to in the days to come.
satorus been away on a mission for a few weeks and you still have no idea when he’s going to come back. it hurts your daughter just as much as it hurts you. everyday, she asks when he’s going to come home and it breaks your heart to tell her, “i don’t know, but it’ll be soon.” when you weren’t even sure yourself. thankfully, satoru could never forget about the two most important people in his life and remembers to call in the morning and before your daughter goes to sleep, never missing a day.
besides today. your phone hasn’t rang once and it’s making you uneasy, your head racing with the worst possible thoughts. you have faith in satoru and his strength, but you can’t help but worry about him. he works a dangerous job and coming home is never a 100% guarantee.
you’re snapped out of trance when you feel a tug on your dress and little voice. your daughter is looking up at you, small hands tightly balled around the fabric of your dress while her blue eyes, identical to her fathers start to well up with tears.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, picking her up into your arms and brushing a strand of white hair away from her face.
she doesn’t say anything at first and just buries her face into your neck where she begins to cry.
you attempt to calm her down, patting her back and getting her to look at you once more, “please dont cry… tell me what’s wrong and i’ll make it better.”
she speaks through uneven breaths, chubby cheeks now stained with tear streaks, “i called daddy but he didn’t answer.” speaking these words only caused her to cry again and it breaks your heart.
“don’t worry, he’ll come back. he’s okay and he’s safe. he’s just busy.” but the words are a form of consolation to you too. you’re trying your best to remain strong for your daughter, but it’s hard. being a mom is hard.
you walk over to the couch in the living and sit down, setting her on your lap while you wipe away her stray tears.
“listen to me for a second, okay?”
she rests her head on your chest, her breathing still ragged, but she’s no longer crying.
“your dad works really really hard for us. he wants us to live a good life, so he can’t always be home and he can’t always pick up the phone, but he tries as much as he can. we just have to be patient and wait for him to come home again. but he loves you very much. if he doesn’t answer the phone, it’s because he’s busy, not because he forgot about you, okay? the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s forgotten about you.”
she nods her head in understanding before asking one last question, one you don’t know the answer to.
“but when will he come back?”
now, you’re the one who has tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as your throat begins to sting, “i don’t know.” you wish you knew. you wish you could tell her he’s coming back today or the day after, but the uncertainty nips at your thoughts constantly.
what you don’t expect is for satoru to be standing right outside the door to your shared home, overhearing everything you just said. it tugs at his heart strings, but he’s here now.
he digs through his pocket and pulls out his key to unlock the door, the familiar jangle echoing through the house and your daughter immediately runs up to the door, squealing when he makes his way inside.
he scoops her up into his arms and litters her face in kisses, holding onto her tightly, “i’ve missed you so much, munchkin.”
you stay frozen in your spot on the couch, going wide eyed as another tear falls down your cheek and you don’t even notice it.
he gives you a smile from across the room while your daughter babbles on and on to him about what he’s missed. he listens intently, cherishing the moments that she’ll be little for as long as he can.
“and at school, we went on a field trip to the park and i found a butterfly but it flew away,” she pouts, “daddy, can you get me a butterfly?”
he chuckles and nods his head, “of course i can.” he would never say no to her. she could ask him for a piece of the moon and he’d do it.
you watch as he tickles her belly and she erupts into laughter, grabbing onto his shoulder for support.
“i have a surprise for you,” he whispers, giving her cheek another big kiss.
she claps her hands together, “what is it?” excitement laced in her voice which makes satorus smile grow wider.
he shifts through his briefcase before pulling out a small box of munchkins, “munchkins for my munchkin!”
she lets out a near scream and takes the box in her grubby hands, already popping one in her mouth.
“daddy, say ahhh,” she says with a mouth full of munchkins.
satoru does as she tells him to and opens his mouth enough for her to feed one to him, “thank you, munchkin!”
your heart swells watching them interact. he’s a good dad. you both talked about being parents together so many times and now that it’s happened, it still doesn’t feel entirely real, like you’re dreaming, but if this were a dream, you wouldn’t open your eyes.
you stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, tighter than usual, inhaling his scent which you’ve spent all this time missing. you feel whole again and your nerves have eased up.
he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “hi, sweetheart.”
“i missed you.”
he wipes your tears away with the pad of his thumb before wrapping an arm around you, the other holding your daughter, “i missed you more. both of you. gosh, i felt like i was gonna die if i had to be away for another day.” it may sound like an exaggeration, but to satoru it’s nothing less than the truth. it was agonizing to be apart from his wife and the mini version of him. he missed waking up next to you, missed helping your daughter with her homework and reading bedtimes stories before bed.
but you’re together again and that’s all that matters. you’ve never been more relieved to watch a familiar face walk through the door.
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loveforsatoru · 18 days
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chapter 7 of my fic was just uploaded on ao3! (i still have to upload 6 onto here but i’ll get to that soon) as for requests, im really sorry for not doing those yet 😭 i’ve been super busy and all i’ve had the time to write were a few short pieces. forgive me please
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loveforsatoru · 23 days
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loveforsatoru · 23 days
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more jjk hcs because writers block won’t let me do anymore than this for the time being:
their favorite positions!
satoru: doggy
-he loves getting a clear view of the way your pussy sucks him in, making a mess at the base of his dick and the fat of your ass slapping against his pelvis.
-kisses from your neck down to your back, he just loves the way your skin feels against his lips. he can’t get enough.
-he’ll make you look at him though. with a hand on your cheek, he’ll turn your head just enough so he can see your face, leaning down to press soft kisses on you while gently tracing his thumb against your jawline, a stark contrast to how he’s currently fucking right into your sweet spot.
geto: missionary
-he likes to be able to leave hickies on you while fucking and missionary’s the best position for that.
-his tongue will be in your mouth the entire time. it doesn’t matter how fucked dumb you are, he feels the need to kiss you throughout almost the entire thing.
-gets close to your ear and whispers on and on about how good you feel around him. teases you by asking if you feel good too, knowing the answer to that already, but he wants to hear you say it even though the way you clench around his cock every time he opens his mouth is more than enough.
toji: full nelson
-some days, he’ll want to take it a level further and do it in front of a mirror, making you watch the way his fat cock slides in and out of you so easily with the way he’s manuvering your body. he knows how huge he is both in dick size and proportions and he will use it to his advantage. you don’t need to do any work.
-keeps you held up and legs spread with one arm (we all know he can) while the other snakes between your legs to rub your clit in continuous circles until you’re creaming around him for the third time that night.
-it’s so nasty. he has you sweating and gasping, going completely dumb on him, but he won’t stop, not until your mixed cum is dripping out of you and onto the floor.
nanami: also missionary
-but for different reasons than geto. he can definitely be a lot nicer in bed. he likes to make sure you’re completely taken care of, watching for any signs of discomfort.
-has a huge thing for choking. whether he’s going rough and fast or slow and sensual, he almost always has a hand wrapped around your neck. he sometimes worries that it’s too much, but when your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re asking him to squeeze just a little bit tighter, his worry completely dissolves.
-lovessss to hear you beg. he needs to hear it loud and clear. the whines you let out whenever he pretends he can’t hear make his dick impossibly harder.
choso: cowgirl
-he’s a switch, so he doesn’t mind when you take control sometimes. probably won’t admit it, but his brain short circuits whenever you get on top of him to ride.
-throws his head back against the pillows when you clamp down on him a little too hard, not that he’s complaining, while his hands grab onto wherever they can. boobs, ass, thighs, neck, you name it.
-starts whimpering when you slow down and opt to slowly grinding on him instead. he likes being edged. but when it becomes too much, he’ll push his hips up into you to chase his orgasm.
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loveforsatoru · 24 days
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to anyone who was reading my series “I Didn’t Want It To be You” I changed the title to “Loved You Then, Love You Now” because I didnt like the old one 👎
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loveforsatoru · 25 days
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not an ask but i need need need to kiss gojo satoru on the lips rn it's a carnal need i will die without squishing his face
this is so real. i just know he’d be the best kisser
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loveforsatoru · 28 days
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tysm to everyone who sent in requests! i’ve read them all and i’ll get to them when i have the time and motivation! 🤍🤍 feel free to send in more! i love reading them!
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loveforsatoru · 29 days
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“toji: ass. look at him” IS SOOOOOO FUNNY IM CRYINGGGG
LMFAOOO i stand by it 🙏
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loveforsatoru · 30 days
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im rewatching jjk rn and i just saw the part where satoru took off his blindfold for the first time. when those came off, so did my panties.
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loveforsatoru · 30 days
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Honestly kinda think Choso would also go for thighs too not just boobs. Like he would beg just for you to sit on his face so he can feel your delicious thighs squeezing his skull. That plus the view of your pretty self has his eyes rolling back. Makes him hard thinking about it. He’s in heaven. 🤷‍♀️
i can see that too ngl 😭 he always struck me as such a boob guy, but he def loves when you sit on his face. he prefers it over laying in between your legs imo. he’s just happy to be there
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loveforsatoru · 30 days
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do u accept reqs for nanami kento?? I love your works and i just.. like visited this blog a minute ago, just wanted to clarify. Love your works btwbtw!! 🫶
yeah i can write for nanami! i dont know him as well as i know satoru, but i can definitely try! tysm btw i appreciate it :)
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loveforsatoru · 30 days
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I have a request, but I need to know if you write for pregnant!reader. Because the request I have is fluffy, but some people get uncomfortable writing for pregnant!reader.
yeah that’s fine! i’ve never written one before but i can try my best 🫶🏻
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loveforsatoru · 1 month
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my asks are open!! feel free to send in fic requests or just talk about anything
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loveforsatoru · 1 month
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i was recently thinking about what jjk men would prefer between ass, tits and thighs, so i’m gonna share my opinion 🗣️
satoru: ass all the way. the biggest ass guy ever. (i would know bc im his gf and he told me)
-absolutely loves to put his hand in your back pocket
-will smack it whenever he gets the chance
-loves to watch it move when he’s fucking you from the back. he has to keep himself from cumming too fast just from the sight alone.
geto: boobs. cant convince me otherwise
-slides his hand under your shirt whenever you’re alone
-pinches and sucks on your nipples if he’s laying his head on your chest
-sucker for tit jobs
toji: ass. look at him
-bends you over his lap and smacks your ass until it’s red and your eyes are pooling with tears
-he’s lazy a lot of the time, so he’ll have you ride him reverse cowgirl while he watches you bounce up and down, groping the plump flesh.
-bites it
nanami: thighsss
-always grabs at them unintentionally
-if you’re sitting next to him, trust his hands will go straight to your thighs
-preps them with kisses before eating you out
choso: boobs 100%
-loves loves loves low cut tops. he thinks they’re hot
-if you bend over in front of him to pick something up, his eyes will go straight to your chest
-his favorite place to leave hickies
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loveforsatoru · 1 month
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Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 8: Familiarity)
sorry I haven’t updated this fic in a while!
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The train comes to a stop, everyone else making their way out while Satoru gently wakes you from your slumber. He feels bad. He could tell from the moment he saw your face that you were tired and probably didn't get much sleep. You always have a certain look whenever you’re tired. He remembers.
“Y/n,” He whispers, poking your cheek.
You swat his hand away, “five more minutes,” you mumble, stirring around on his lap.
“But we’re already here. Lets go, you can sleep when we get to my place,”
You pull yourself off him against your will, shivering at the loss of warmth. Your clothes are still wet from the rain.
He helps you off the train and you begin walking side by side in the dark. There’s barely anybody else out at this hour besides the few people who were on the train with you. It’s so cold out that you can see your own breath fog the air.
You flick your gaze up to Satoru who has his attention on the path ahead of him, but he can feel you staring at him. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“What? Is there something on my face?” He chuckles, now looking down at you.
You turn your head away, dragging your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up, “No, it’s nothing. You just look different is all.” And you’re right. He’s somehow taller, an undercut, and his arms look like they’re about to rip the fabric of his clothes.
He nods his head in amusement, “Good or bad different?”
You pause for a moment before answering, “Good… really good.”
He didn’t expect you to say it outright, he thought he’d have to tease you a little more to coax the answer out of you, “You too.”
You continue walking the last mile in silence, air a little thick with the need to ask more questions, and find out everything about each other that you’ve missed over the last 7 years, but nevertheless, it’s comforting. You doubt you could feel uncomfortable with Satoru.
As he turns a corner, you follow closely behind him, recognizing the familiar path.
“Wait, I thought we were going to your place?” You ask.
“We are.”
“So why are we walking towards-”
Oh.
You cut yourself off when it clicks in your head and barely a second after, you’re face to face with the apartment you once both lived it. You naturally assumed he would’ve moved out of this place not long after you broke up.
You stop to just take it all in and reminisce over your old home.
Satoru is already unlocking the door, but halts his movement. He’ll let you take your time.
But it isn’t until you feel tears pooling in your eyes that you scurry over to him, “Sorry, we can go inside,” you sniffle through the tightness in your chest. You feel that if you stand there any longer, you’ll cry for a second time tonight.
He pulls the door open and you both walk up the stairs as they creak beneath your feet.
He walks ahead and unlocks the door with the number 21 on it. The same exact one from all those years ago. Part of you was hoping he would’ve at least switched so you wouldn’t have to relive the memories of the life you regret leaving behind, but the other is filled with a sense of love knowing he cherished everything about you and the relationship you once shared.
He leads you inside and it seems you just teleported into the past. Absolutely nothing has changed. The pictures on the wall, the pillows on the couch, even the old coffee maker which more than likely doesn’t work anymore is still in its designated spot in the corner of the kitchen counter just how you used to like it.
Satoru takes your jacket off and hangs it with his on the coat rack, “You can take a shower if you’d like. Towels are in our-“ He stops himself before continuing, but you both know what he was going to, wanted to say, “My bedroom. I’ll make us something to eat in the meantime.”
You nod, afraid of what you’ll see when you walk into the room where you spent hours holding each other, making love, or just talking about your days. You wish you knew how his days have been. At times, you found yourself wanting to send him a text to check up on him, but you figured it was best to stay silent. Not everyone would be excited to hear from their ex who left them heartbroken without explanation. But if only you knew it was the one thing he’d kill for.
Your steps seem to have grown slower until you reach the entrance leading to the bedroom. Again, nothing changed, but when your eyes fall onto the bed, seeing the one side that’s messed up from sleeping in it while the other has remained seemingly untouched for years (because it has), you can’t help but cry.
You turn around to the mirror that’s propped against the wall, never drilled in because it’s Satoru’s way of keeping yet another memory alive.
Flashback:
You guys had just gotten your first apartment together. It was small, but cozy and that’s what mattered. You’re currently at the store debating on which mirror to get for your shared bedroom. Everything else was already set and ready to go, but for some reason, a mirror had to break that streak.
“Satoru, we are not getting that one! It makes me look distorted!” You whine. You’ve been at this for 20 minutes.
He, on the other hand, finds your whining cute, “But it’s like one of those optical illusion mirrors at carnivals! It’s funny!”
He’s acting like a little kid in the middle of the store, making funny faces and watching his messed up reflection in the mirror. Of course, he would ultimately pick the one you want which was a pricey, but nice full body one. He just wanted to tease you a while longer.
But that would have to wait until another day because you’re already pushing the cart one aisle down, fed up with his behavior.
He chases after you, enveloping you in a tight hug, “I’m sorryyy! You know I would always get you whatever you want. But you should also know that I find enjoyment in teasing my pretty girlfriend.”
Despite settling your first dilemma on which mirror to get, a new problem arose. Where would it even go? You have a problem with overbuying, and Satoru has a problem with being unable to say no to you. Which is exactly why you’re standing like idiots in the middle of your bedroom that’s filled with furniture and decor, leaving barely any space for your mirror.
You probably spent two hours rearranging stuff, and moving things into the living room before ultimately settling on just leaning it up against the wall. Satoru had suggested drilling it to the ceiling so you guys can watch while you have sex, but all it got him was a smack on the back of the head.
End Flashback:
You rub your nose and tear filled eyes feeling the diamond of your wedding ring against your face, bringing you back to the reality that you can’t have this again. No matter how bad you want it, it’ll always be out of your reach and you have nobody to blame but yourself.
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