#hehe i love satoru

[nyxwanderland]

♡ everything about you

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → stretch marks, mentions of pregnancy (nothing bad) tbh idk what's the difference between being self-conscious and insecure since english is not my first language so i have no idea what to classify this word count → 1315

satoru was thrilled to finally take a break and spend his time with you and his three-year-old daughter on a vacation after all those tiring missions that caused him to come home late at night—sometimes even early in the morning—only for him to go back to work a few hours later. you definitely were as well; you couldn't wait to have your husband more to yourself (and your daughter). however, there was just one problem.

you looked at your body in the bathroom mirror with a disappointed look in your eyes. you wore a light blue bikini which satoru insisted on getting you along with ten other swimsuits that would look stunning on you—his words, despite telling him you wouldn't be needing that many.

it was perfect. it fit you just right, and your body looked better than you had expected. the color complemented your skin tone, and the bikini accentuated all your best features. you loved it.

the real problem was the stretch marks on the lower part of your stomach. you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about them, as they seemed to stand out against the flawless backdrop of your bikini. despite knowing that stretch marks are a natural part of many people's bodies, especially after pregnancy, you couldn't shake off the nagging insecurity they brought. 

"i'll just wear a shirt over it," you mumbled as you walked towards the suitcase and took out a white oversized t-shirt, wearing it over your bikini. you sighed as you took a look at the mirror again. although you really wanted to go out without the shirt, you didn't feel confident enough to do so. 

you heard giggles entering the bedroom, causing you to smile a bit and almost making you forget the self-consciousness you felt just a moment ago. you exited the bathroom to see your husband wearing a floral beach shirt with buttons undone, revealing his abs, and his signature black glasses, and your daughter held in his arms, wearing her swimsuit and her hair tied into two ponytails. "we're ready!" satoru exclaimed happily.

"let's go, mommy!" d/n said, her voice unable to contain her excitement.

you went closer to them and took d/n from his arms for you to hold her. you attacked her face with kisses. "you look so adorable, my love!" you said. "i love you so much."

"i love you too—ah! it tickles!" d/n said between her cute laughs and tried to move her face from the attack, unable to bear the feeling, when satoru came and copied your actions behind her. "daddy, not you too!"

you stopped the 'torture' a few seconds later, so did he. you gave your little girl one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go and making her stand on the floor. "oh, I forgot my toys!" d/n gasped and ran to her room. "how are we going to make a sandcastle without them!? please don't go without me!"

you laughed at how your daughter looked adorable running away and quickly reassured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. we'll wait for you!" 

you turned to face satoru, who looked quite sulky all of a sudden. "what about me, baby?" satoru pouted, his lower lip stuck out. "i also need my kisses."

you chuckled as you cupped his face in your hands. "come here, love." you brought his face closer to yours in order to close the gap between yours and his lips.

"there," you said, smiling. satoru was indeed satisfied, as you could tell from his grinning like a child getting candy. "now let's go, shall we?"

"you're not wearing your bikini?" he noticed.

ah shit, you thought. of course, it's impossible to get away with stuff when it's satoru you're dealing with.

you nervously let out a laugh. "um, I don't feel like wearing it today..." you muttered while playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at his feet.

"but you were so excited to wear them," he said, suddenly becoming worried. "are they not to your liking? do they not fit? are they defective? you could've told me while i was—"

"it's not that, satoru," you interrupted his babble. "it's just..." you trailed off, debating whether you should actually tell him or come up with an excuse—

nah, the excuse wouldn't work. not even in your dreams.

you sighed defeatedly. instead of telling him, you took the shirt off to show the root of your worries, revealing your body. 

satoru's blue eyes widened and his breath hitched a little. although he had seen everything of you, you never fail to make him go crazy and take in all of your beauty as if he was looking at you for the first time. 

you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for his response. your husband cleared his throat. "what's wrong with it? you look gorgeous."

you couldn't help but blush. you receive compliments every now and then from him, but they make your heart flutter every time. you never got used to how he articulated his words just to praise you, and never will. 

"can't you see?"

"see what?"

"the stretch marks." 

satoru's eyes scanned our body for the marks until he spotted them. he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. to say he was frustrated was an understatement. "what are you even saying? those marks are the best part!"

now it was your turn to be puzzled. "what do you mean? how can you possibly think these stretch marks look beautiful on me?" you asked, as a lump appeared in your throat and you felt tears collecting in your eyes.

satoru smiled softly and gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. "to me, they are a reminder of the strength of your body," he explained. "they remind me that you carried a life—our daughter—for months to bring her into this world. they make you ten times more beautiful." he went on his knees to be eye level with your stomach. 

you didn't understand what he was trying to do at first when he started leaving trails of kisses, tracing the marks on your body. "i love everything about you, baby. you don't need to worry about these little things. your stretch marks are beautiful. you are beautiful, y/n."

you couldn't help but let the tears fall, trickling down your cheeks. you felt so loved, and now you were overwhelmed with gratitude. you already knew it, but it was in that moment that you again realized how lucky you were to have someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, flaws and all. the weight of self-doubt and insecurity lifted off your shoulders as you embraced the unconditional love he had for you. 

your husband stood up and looked at you lovingly as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head. "thank you, satoru. i love you.."

"i love you too, y/n."

"i found my toys!" d/n entered the room enthusiastically. "let's go!"

when you and satoru let go of each other, she saw you completely and gasped, jumping up and down. "mommy, you look so pretty!"

your cheeks turned light pink. "really?" 

"yes!"

you went towards her and held her, kissing her face repeatedly once again. "you look prettier, sweetie."

you felt yourself being lifted off the ground until you realized satoru picked you up bridal style, with d/n in your arms. "let's get going, ladies." he announced.

with a smile, you nestled closer to satoru, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "lead the way," you said playfully. as satoru carried you and d/n out of the room, excitement filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this beautiful moment. 

✩

you're beautiful how ever you are! i love you!

#hehe i love satoru #dw shibuya arc never happened #oh to be married to gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

[sukerokus]

#jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #gojo satoru #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #colouring #in honour of ep 4 hehe #can u tel i love the blue pink combo on gojo #also working opn my last req next~ #.all

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog ; satoru gojo

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, dripping with exhaustion, a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated — from satoru, this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you in. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. like clockwork. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting, slipping from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth cherishing, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything that’s good, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches a flicker of joy dance within your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back. 

so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

#im a lil unsure how to feel abt this piece i feel like it lost its flow pretty quickly 😔👉👈but i rlly did have fun writing it hehe #my baseline for yan!gojo is basically; a kind man who’s so in love w u that he’s willing to compromise his own morals to keep u safe #he’s not particularly possessive or even obsessive?? to him violence really is just . a necessary means to keep u happy #this is almost definitely the only yan piece ill ever write bUT im very fond of this gojo … he’s a tortured little meowmeow <33 #cw yandere #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #tw yandere

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

I was scrolling through the sashisu tag and saw this post :

https://www.tumblr.com/ukiyozora/740878983187529728/calling-all-jjk-artists

If you still take requests could you do this :)

#I was debating for a long time to do SaShiSu or SaSuShi or maybe even ShoSaSu but in the end this felt right hahahah #here you go mewez i hope op of that tumblr post appreciats taht you sent me this ask hehe #btw they are singing kiss kiss fall in love #shoko isnt drunk enough for this hahahaha #and satoru being all touchy feely as walys #i will ALWAYS draw suguru with snake bites and black nail polish #sashisu #satoru gojo #shoko ieiri #suguru geto #jjk #fanart #IPMSSA_SaShiSu!Fanart

[songsofadelaide]

cw/tw: slice of life, fluff, peeling oranges as a love language, heavily inspired by poetry about sharing oranges, Gojo going through it lol 🍊 wc: 333

Peeling oranges for someone is a love language itself.

Satoru loves oranges but hates the effort that comes with peeling them. His fingertips turn orange and the scent takes forever to get off even after he washes his hands with soap.

So when he found you in your office at the magic college one day with your ochre-tinged fingertips and a pile of orange peels, he figured you must have been unwrapping those fruits for quite some time now.

"Your adorable first years already ran off with most of my oranges, but I still have one more. I'll share it with you."

Satoru watched as you carefully dug your fingernails into the tender rind, chattering to him about the trio's plans for their days off as they shared with you. He knew of their affection for you and how much you cared for them in return, so he wasn't at all surprised that you'd peel all those oranges for them.

Peeling oranges for someone is a love language itself. It's a labour of love.

You finished peeling the single orange in your hand and accidentally broke it unevenly, handing him the larger portion with a smile on your face, one that he always thought was so darn pretty no matter what you were doing.

This must be love, right? He thought to himself. What else if not?

"Yours. Megumi-kun said they're pretty sweet, so I think you'll like this."

"Thanks," he said with a chuckle. After helping himself to the orange slices, he tenderly reached out for your orange-stained fingertips. "It's gonna be a pain to wash out."

"Not exactly. I'm glad I get to peel oranges for people, especially you."

Satoru knew exactly what love looked like at that very moment. For him, it was your citrus-scented fingers curling into his.

And for you, it was seeing the delight on his face as he savoured the little slice of summer you handed to him. It made your labour of love worth it.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛 #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru you will always have my heart #my nan just peeled some oranges for me today #i feel vv loved hehe

[bodega-catto]

#jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #sugusato #gego #OKAYYYY BOYFRIENDS #Geto looks so smug hehe I love him #satosugu

[gimyung]

when they're a chaotic neutral equipped w a god complex and a mouth running 1000kmph to spout the cockiest and most eccentric shit known to man >>

entp: the real menaces

#ah yes my beloveds #istps are my crushes but nothing beats the grip entps have on me #like? hello that god complex adds few inches to your pp #it always feels like a trap when i see a character slightly movin like an entp #like fuck everything.. ima like them #hehe<33 #entp #might make another istp version for my loves<3 #tag party incoming bc that's a lot of ppl #sendoh akira #michael kaiser #han jaeha #kuroo tetsuro #yato #orihara izaya #swk #hsy #reze chainsaw man #gojo satoru #lua im #kuroda ryuhei #dazai osamu #jannmbti #jann's beloveds #q

[giggly-squiggily]

HIIII for the sentence starters is it okay if u do ler geto and lee gojo with "you like this, dont you?" As the sentence starterr??

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

Eeee, my boys! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

“You like this, don’t you?”

Gojo couldn’t respond. Even if he could form the words and answer his friend, he wouldn’t. The truth of the matter was strangely embarrassing- a rare feeling for him.

“Ahehe! Ehheehhehehehe!” He weakly pawed at Geto’s fingers as they traced slow shapes into his side, the thin white gym shirt he wore doing nothing to protect him. His other hand was trying to hide his face, but Geto snatched it up, pulling it up and out of the way. “I dohohohon’t knhohow whahaht you mehahhahhan!”

“You like being tickled. Why else would you drop your Limitless technique the second I grabbed you, and you’re barely fighting back.” He walked his fingers up his ribs, pressing in with each “step”. Gojo twitched at each press, his laughter increasing when Geto found a particularly bad spot along his upper set. “If you wanted to, you could be up and gone in a matter of moments.”

“Mahahahybe I fehehehhehheeheel bahahahahd for yoohohoohohu? Yohoohohu alwhwhahahys lohohoohohok soohooho pahahahhatehhehetic whehen wehehhe tihihihickle you!” Gojo suggested, yanking at his trapped hand when Geto poked around his exposed armpit. “Yehahhahah, thahahaht’s it!”

“Hmm.” Geto merely raised an eyebrow before descending his fingers, walking them all the way back down until they sat at Gojo’s hip. With barely a flick, he had them under the white haired man’s shirt, raising an eyebrow at Gojo’s giggly expression. “Wanna tell the truth now, or should I just go for your hips?”

“Eehehe! EHhehehhehehehe!” That damn look! Gojo felt heat race up his neck as he averted his gaze, whining some when Geto flicked his sunglasses up and off his nose. “Nohohohohoo! Thahahhat’s nohohohohot fahahahhhair!”

“Satoru.” Geto leaned in, forcing him to meet his eye. “Do you want me to tickle you?”

The white haired man let out a snort, squeezing his eyes shut with a wobbly grin. Then he nodded, bursting into laughter when Geto finally squeezed his hip. “AHEHAHA! SHAHAHTORUHUHUUHU!”

“See, was that hard?” Geto snickered, bringing both hands to the spot and sending Gojo into a flailing mess of laughter. “Next time, just ask.”

#Puffs #sentence starters #tickle #tickle dabble #jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #whoops my hand slipped hehe #I love lee!Gojo so much AHH! #bring on the flustering!

[sansuri]

✧ 𝐈 𝐍 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 ✧ | Series Masterlist | Future Series

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Genre: gojo x fem!reader, cannon compliant, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, biblical allusions (nothing religious, just lore), dark content, gore, misogyny, angst, SMUT MDNI, (more to be added)

Synopsis: You were never meant to be on par with the likes of a God, let alone one that possessed both six eyes and infinity. That was known. Peculiarly enough though, you and Gojo happen to fall in an eerie series of events tying your fates together as the incarnations of the two deities, God and the devil. So if your stories paralleled those two figures, who was the fallen one?

≿————-———————　༻✧༺　——————————-≾

𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟏: Rien N’est Éternal

𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟐:

𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝟑:

To be continued…

#gojo angst #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #wip that’s been sitting in my drafts for quite a long time I honestly love this concept and I can’t wait to write hehe #sansuriwrites | I N C A R N A T E

[delulug1rlyy]

A little Gojo moment (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

#my art #drawing #hehe :3 #fanart #i love him #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #that one usher song

[cinaminrolll]

bro anytime i start thinking too hard about what we’re bout to see animated my eyes legit start to water

#like i am not ready #and yeah okay maybe i’m being over dramatic but i can’t help it #i just love all these characters so much and i don’t wanna see them suffer :( #(at the same time i am kinda excited though hehe it’s gonna be so good) #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #shibuya arc #gojo satoru #nanami kento #geto suguru #yuji itadori #anime #manga

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI PLEASE CAN I JUST SAY THIS AND DIE PEACEFULLY??

imagine being classmates with satoru and not seeing him after graduating, causing the unspoken romantic feelings to be left like that, only to accidentally meet him after 10 years and have him say this, instead of greetings:

“married?”

you shake your head, “no.”

“boyfriend? girlfriend?”

“neither.”

“great. i’m glad.”

and i just KNOW he’d say it with a satisfied smirk on his face, just leaving after that. and you’re like, still standing there confused, not knowing what the hell is going on.

this is it i’m going crazy help i miss my man

GEM,………. the way i can literally hear his VOICE 😭😭😭 u get him so well he WOULD do this. little weirdo!!! “i’m glad.” and the SMIRK…… i can see this soooo clearly w blindfolded gojo LMAO he just has the Smirk. he’s so smug about it and you’re just like. Um. good to see you too?? (he goes home to giggle + kick his feet + write in his journal w a glitter pen bc he never got over you <333)

ohhhhh but gem… i’m so so weak for the unspoken feelings / reunion trope…. if u have any more thoughts plspls let me know 👀👀

#i lovelovelove the idea of satoru falling in love w someone and just. never moving on #its canon to me!!! #i dont see him as a playboy at alllll i think he’s a little loser who gets a crush in hs and stays in love w that person until he dies #I MISS HIM SOO MUCH TOO it’s been horrific these last few days :’3 i miss him sm it hurts #ALSO GEM WHILE UR HERE pls know that ur gojo fic is in my tbr 🙏🙏🙏 #uni is beating my ass but i have so many great fics to read once i get more time hehe #ask tag ✩ #gem !! ✩

[wowowzersss]

nanami being a quarter danish is actually so funny to me bc like he WOULD be…like out of everyone, he Would be part european 🤕 and it’s not just his blond hair guys

but like IMAGINE

grown up nanami, like probably pre cursed child arc, is just on the phone with his granddad, doing their monthly check-in. yk vibing 😊 he’s ofc speaking (fluent) dutch the entire time bc grandad doesn’t speak japanese well enough and hates speaking english over the phone. AND GUESS WHOSE NOSEY ASS IS EAVESDROPPING 💀💀💀 yep gojo and he’s absolutely FLOURED

nanami knows gojo is watching him, but he ignores him for now but as SOON as he hangs up, gojo is questioning him like he’s fucking sherlock holmes 😭

he knew nanami was danish, but he didn’t realize he could FLUENTLY speak dutch and he’s so fascinated by it. nanami thought gojo knew at this point, but tbf he didn’t speak it much outside of his paternal family so it made sense.

but from that moment on, gojo will randomly ask what certain things are in dutch and THEN annoyingly mispronounce it so nanami will keep repeating it ^_^ (after a while nanami just starts ignoring gojo…)

#u can read this as nanago if u want #but trilingual nanami u mean the world to me #danish is so random but it makes sense #somehow… #this is so self indulgent #but i love thinking of slice of life shit in the context of jjk #LIKE BRING UP JUJU STROLL PLZ #anyways #nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #nanago #(hehe) #danish #dutch

[nkogneatho]

wait wait wait!!! if your relationship with your f/o was a season, which one would it be and why?

#ig me and toji are monsoon because we have a lots of floods (arguements and fights) in our relationship #but we still come back to that comforting rooftop rain #ME AND SATORU ARE WINTER FOSHO HEHE #when it comes to iwa...i think spring because our love is so tender and so soft #pasi.txt

[satoruxx]

omggg i love love LOVE your ‘angel on my shoulder’ fic with satoru😩💕💕 do you think you’ll ever end up doing one from suguru’s pov?

AHHH omg thank you so so much love! i'm so glad you enjoyed it :D

oooh i never thought about it but that's an interesting idea. maybe i could write a short little piece about how he interpreted the reader's death! truthfully, i wasn't expecting so many people to enjoy this kind of writing so i figured i'd just make it a one shot and be done. but this is such a good idea so maybe i will if i find the inspiration for it hehe

i'm now realizing that lots of people are interested in the canon compliant stsg x reader storyline, which makes me think that maybe i should consider posting my fic that i've been working on for three years where it follows the actual manga events but with mc included. BUT idk it depends on how interested people are LMAO. if people want more satoru and suguru centric fics with mc then maybe i should post it !!

but anyways this is very long but thank you so much for sending in your thoughts <3333

#suguru centric is so so so good #i love writing from both satoru and suguru's pov bc i can explore their characters hehe #so this is great #tbh angel on my shoulder was written with my og storyline in mind but mc never dies in that storyline #ahhhh now i have so many things i wanna write #but TY FOR THE ASK LOVELY #hoping your day goes so well mwah <3 #[𐐪— asks. 𐑂]