kat࣪ ִֶָ☾.

18 | any pronouns idgaf | silly goose 🪿

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gojo finds out you like bikers

"what on earth are you watching?" your boyfriend eyed you suspiciously as he kept hearing the same audio ring from your phone. you were sitting on the other side of the couch, your legs tangled with his as you both lay watching your own tiktok fyps together.

"it's a chase atlantic song." you mumble, heat creeping up your neck at the freakishly tall man sitting infront of you, trying to seem innocent.

"oh yeah?" he raised an eyebrow, smiling in amusement, "turn your phone around."

with a guilty look, you turn your phone around to face him. he gasps like he's witnessing a war crime.

"WHAT IS THAT?!" he huffs in indignation.

"what?" you shrug cheekily, "its just a trend where guys show off their.. motorbikes.."

he narrows his gorgeous eyes even further, "you've been watching those videos on repeat."

biting your lower lip, you explain. "toru, it's not like im admiring them or anything its just..i can imagine you riding a bike. it would be so hot."

"but you're watching videos of other men." he says, frowning all petulant, "thats cheating!"

your eyes widen, "what?! no, its not like that! baby, i promise."

"are you going to leave me for a man that rides a motorcycle?" he mumbles. you're about to laugh because thats a full grown man pouting in your direction, but he's sensitive so you hold back.

"no, baby, of course not." you reassure, crawling over to his side of the couch to hold him, "i'll stop watching these videos, they just came on my fyp for some reason but here see..i'll just click on not interested."

"yeah." he huffed, nuzzling into you and watching as you clicked 'not interested' on every tiktok of a biker boy on your feed. satoru saw a particularly tall and buff man and it made his eye twitch. "block this man right now."

××

the next day, you've just arrived back home from work when he calls.

"hi pretty boy, shouldn't you be on a mission right now?" you asked as you pick up

"wrapped it up early." you can practically see his grin through the screen, "look out the window, doll."

you're used to his silly surprises. how sometimes he stands outside with massive bouquets of flowers or the new purse you wanted just to see the smile on your face. you rush to the window almost giddily. but you were definitely not expecting what you see outside.

he's ditched his oversized and ill fitting jujutsu uniform, instead he's in the black compression shirt he wears inside of it and a pair of wide jeans. satoru's got leather gloves on his big hands, and a black tinted helmet covering his face. silver chain that you once gifted him glinting on his neck. he's sitting, arms crossed and cocky, on the sexiest black bike you've ever seen.

your jaw drops to the floor when he looks up and waves, gesturing for you to come out with one gloved hand.

it wouldn't be inaccurate to say you ran outside, still a bit shocked at the sight of your boyfriend like this.

"satoru!" you exclaim, eyes wide and gaping at him. "what the hell?!"

he lifts up his tinted face shield, blue eyes twinkling and a bit of his messy white hair peeking out from underneath the black helmet.

"hi, baby." he practically purrs, "you wanna go for a ride?"

you almost choke, "a- since when do you ride a bike?"

satoru shrugs, forcing your gaze to his arm muscles beneath the tight tshirt he was wearing. "picked it up overnight. im simply a natural."

"you're telling me you went out and bought a bike and all this gear and learned how to ride all in one day?" you burn pink, struggling to keep yours fingers off the sleek bike and the sexy man atop it.

he's smirking. you can tell his ego is being pumped by the look of absolute awe on your face. curse him and his ability to be immediately good at everything he does.

"yeah, thats what im saying." he laughs, grabbing the extra helmet sitting infront of him. "hop on and i'll prove it to you."

your heart is racing, moving closer so he can slip the matching black helmet on you, he adjusts the straps so it fits you right before he knocks on the top of the helmet to make you laugh.

"are you sure you know what you're doing?" you ask, even as you swing one leg over the bike to sit down behind him. "please remember that i dont have reversed cursed technique. if we get into an accident, i die."

"im not letting you get hurt, relax." satoru smoothly says, reaching back to grab your arm and wrap it tight around his waist. "now, hold on to me, okay?"

you nod, clinging onto him like a backpack as he turns the key and starts revving up the bike.

you already feel an adrenaline rush coming, his hands firm on the throttle. you can barely hear him over the sound of the engine when he says, "ready?"

you nod, but no amount of bracing yourself would have prepared you for the absolute speed in which you took off.

satoru drove like a fucking maniac, taking the sharpest turns and riskiest cuts in the lanes of tokyo. you could hear your own heartbeat over the howling of the wind.

a little intimidated, you clung onto him. your thighs firm around his, your chest pressed into his back. every inch of your body was touching him. it was nice to know he was there to keep you safe as you sped past the tokyo landscape.

he was a surprisingly good rider too. somehow, he really had managed to learn everything in one day purely to impress you.

when you ran into a bit of traffic, he hit the brakes and waited, his hand resting on your thigh like it was instinctual. he was humming a little tune, clearly enjoying the thrill of it all. you could only stare at him from the side mirrors, at how utterly sexy he looked like this.

he caught you looking even through your tinted helmet. turning his head, his deep voice slightly muffled beneath his gear. "enjoying, love?"

you were grateful for the helmet hiding how you were blushing. you nodded, squeezing his torso in appreciation and making him giggle.

"you're like a little backpack." he teased, his arms now coming up to rest on top of yours that were around him.

"this backpack is fighting the urge to bite you right now." you said, hitting his helmet with your own like a goat with horns.

"fiesty little thing." he laughed, reaching back to pinch your waist. "stop attacking me."

"only if you promise to give me lessons later," you say, "i want to learn how to ride a bike too."

"hmm?" he hummed in acknowledgement, starting the bike up again since the traffic was clearing up, "maybe you should start by practicing on the biker."

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a/n: i miss my biker ex but he used to call gojo kitkatjo💔

[purrtoru]

satoru never leaves without properly bidding his wife goodbye ♡

you learned early that loving him means sharing him with the world.

no one really warns you about that part. they talk about danger, about responsibility, about how busy he is. but they don’t talk about the quiet. they don’t talk about how heavy it feels standing in the doorway, watching him leave again.

satoru stands there now, half-turned already, like he belongs more to the outside than he does to this house.

“you’re leaving already?” you ask, even though you already know.

“mm,” he hums. “quick mission. i’ll be back before you even miss me.”

you frown a little. “i already miss you.”

that makes him smile.

he steps closer, like it’s instinct, like there’s something pulling him back just as much as the world pulls him away. his hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing your cheek so gently it almost hurts.

“you’re making it hard to leave,” he murmurs.

“good.”

he laughs softly at that, and then he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips— it’s warm. familiar. but not nearly long enough.

he pulls back just slightly.

“…one more?” he asks.

you sigh, but your fingers are already gripping his uniform. “you say that every time, but it’s never just one.”

“..please, baby?”

“c’mere.”

and with that he kisses you again, slower this time, like he’s got all the time in the world even though you both know he doesn’t.

when he pulls away, he doesn’t go far.

“…okay, now i’ll go.”

you don’t let go just yet.

“..toru.”

“mhm?”

“be careful.”

there’s a small pause, barely there, but you feel it.

“always am,” he says, and he squeezes your hand.

“okay, seriously,” he says, not moving. “now i’m going.”

you raise a brow. “are you?”

“…just one more—”

“satoru.”

he grins, completely unashamed. “last one. promise.”

you sigh again, but you lean in anyway— because this is how it always goes.

because every “last kiss” is just him trying to hold onto something soft before he walks back into something dangerous— and you need it as much as he does.

this time, when he pulls away, he actually steps back.

“…i’ll come back to you,” he says, quieter now.

you nod. “you better.”

he lingers for a second longer, like he’s thinking about staying, but he doesn’t, instead he turns toward the door.

“…hey.”

you look up— and even with the blindfold on, you can feel his eyes on you.

“miss me properly, okay?”

you huff out a small laugh. “get out already, so you get it over with faster.”

when he eventually leaves, you can’t help feeling a little lonely— but just as you’re about to walk back, the door swings open.

“i forgot something.”

you blink. “oh? what is it—”

before you can finish, he’s already back in front of you, hands on your face, stealing one more quick kiss, soft and bright and completely necessary for his heart.

“…that,” he says, satisfied.

you look at him. “seriously?”

“can’t help it. just wanna stay home with my pretty wifey.”

he leans in, presses one last, tiny kiss to the tip of your nose this time.

“okay, now i’m really going.”

“c’mon.” you point toward the door. “you’ve got responsibilities.”

after wrapping you into a quick hug, he finally slips out for real.

and this time, when the door closes, you think that maybe waiting for him might not feel so bad after all.

everytime i try to write for someone else it just ends up being gojo anyway…（´∇｀'' )ゞ

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i think gojo read richard siken poetry and cried

[kentoswrld]

"nerdjo this fratjo that" WHAT ABOUT STREAMERJO

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golden retriever gojo x black cat reader ♡⋆˚꩜｡

the first time you met satoru, you were...stunned, to say the least.

you've grown up naturally reserved, quiet to a point where people mistake you for shy. but you're not shy. your complete disinterest for social things has just left you inexperienced and somewhat awkward. even intimidating.

but satoru?

you didn't believe people like him existed till you saw him at a party. he was the sun everyone circled around, his smile big and self-assured when he made his corny jokes that somehow still left everyone clutching their stomachs. you noticed how every new person that entered the party would first go up to greet him. this wasn't his house. he wasn't even the host. and yet, he weaved through the entire guest list with such ease it left you intrigued. that and the way everyone seemed to get more hyped up around him, even the few people you knew to be shy seemed to open up at his friendliness. he wouldn't stop smiling. did his cheeks not hurt?

you didn't realize you had zoned out looking at him until he turned from the crowd to catch you staring. his expression turned dopey, and all of a sudden it was like everyone around him was invisible. you glanced away from him like you were burned, and when you turned back he was three steps away from you.

"hey, you're shoko's new roommate, right?" he said, his arm open and inviting as he leaned in to give you a side hug.

"uh.." you stepped back just a bit to avoid him, giving him your hand to shake instead, "i am. you must be gojo."

he glanced at your hand and then at you, unfazed at how you avoided his hug. instead, he just grinned wider and shook your hand almost aggressively. "that's right. what have you heard?"

after that, satoru was incessant.

wherever you and shoko went, he tagged along. all the new cafés and art galleries and shows that you previously had to drag her to she now came without complaint. and she bought her big hyperactive puppy along with her.

that was the best way to describe him. he was the human equivalent of a little puppy wagging his tail and asking to play catch with the way he asked you invasive questions and poked your cheeks. but it didn't take him long to realize that you were just not that kind of person.

you were more calm, more mellow. he would speak for hours and hours and you would simply nod while sipping on the drink he insisted on paying. you would back away ever so slightly, or wince when he entered your personal space. it made him tilt his head and frown, his determination to get you to open up only increasing with every interaction.

you ghosted him so much. left his texts (you didnt even know how he got your number, but shoko seemed suspicious asf) on delivered for days without end but he would still text every day, send you photos of the dessert he was eating and say some creepy shit like "just as sweet as you." or send you memes that your 8 year old nephew would find funny.

he was weird.

and then one day, he wasn't.

"hey, is shoko home?" he asked when you opened the door after hearing the bell ring. he didnt even wait for you to respond, just slid into the house from between you and the wall.

"uh, no. she went to get contact solution, she'll be back in a minute." you mumble, as he stood in your living room.

he nodded solemnly, his messy white hair bouncing along, "that's cool. i can wait."

"yeah. um." you blinked, "do you want a drink?"

"nah, im good." he said, still standing firmly in his place, hands shoved in the pockets of his cargo shorts.

you bit your lip. holy shit, this was awkward. you hadn't replied to his texts in the last three days and now here he was. you felt bad, felt like you needed to apologize. but you couldn't. so instead-

"do you..want to chill in my room till shoko comes back?" you ask, your voice cracking and making you wince. hurriedly, you added," you dont have to. we can just sit here in the living room or i'll go back to my room and you can-"

but he was smiling like he had won the lottery. "you can give me a room tour!"

and you had done just that. you had walked him along your tiny, cluttered room. shown him your books and your posters and explained all of it to him.

"that's a pretty cover. what is this goat-man-thing-statue on it?" he asked, picking up one book from your shelf.

"that's a faun, you idiot." you scoffed, and it weirdly made his heart race.

you talked more to him that day then you had since that party. it was an important day, satoru decided.

after that, you replied to his texts regularly. you started hanging out more by choice rather than him showing up to places uninvited. he started shutting up so you would talk more, and he was surprised by how funny you were. different than anyone else, you had a way of saying the wittiest things that made him throw his head back in laughter and had tears spill from his eyes. you also introduced him to new things- new books and shows and movies, told him things that made his eyes widen with enchantment.

he would call you a nerd. you would roll your eyes, glare at him and bite out, "you're so annoying."

he would just grin.

you started studying together, started eating together, even had a couple sleepovers with shoko and a bunch of other friends. you found out that you liked hanging out with him. he filled up your silences when you didn't want to talk, he kept people around you entertained so you didn't have to do much, just sit back and shake your head at his antics. he allowed you to just be you. he liked you for it.

you were the smartest person satoru had ever known. the way you looked at him with your sharp eyes literally made him grow a few inches shorter, your little quips and sarcastic comments making his heart race, making him want to do more stupid shit just so he could hear your reaction. he would steal your glasses so you would yelp, "hey!" and tackle him for them back. once when studying together, he caught you pouting in concentration over some question, and he had to restrain himself from leaning forward and kissing you all over.

shoko insisted he liked you. she said he had from the very start. you insisted he was just being satoru. but it was hard to keep doing that with how often you two were together, how comfortable you were with him now. how you would buy him his favourite sweets that always made you scrunch up your nose and try to hide your smile at his exaggerated moans and hums of pleasure upon eating them.

once, your entire friend group went on a trip to a cabin in the woods. on the car ride there, you fell asleep on his shoulder. later, shoko showed you the photo she had taken of you two with you fast asleep while satoru had his arm around you, pulling you closer into his chest with the softest look on his face.

he roasted your marshmallow for you that night around the campfire, handing it to you with a flourish. he made sure your pizza didn't have any tomato slices on it because he knew you didn't like them. the next day when all of you went for a trek in the wilderness, he stayed 2 steps behind you the entire time.

slowly, your conversations were shifting from friendly and into dangerous territory. on days where you weren't together, you would talk to each other on calls till one of you fell asleep. the flirting was subtle, but it was there. and it was electric.

you would catch him staring at your lips while you were talking. he would catch you staring at his muscles when he wore tight shirts. he would send you photos of random cats he saw on the streets and say "us." you would send him fit checks and he would always call you pretty. once when you two were walking on the sidewalk, he smoothly grabbed your waist and shifted you towards the inner side. it made you feel all jittery and you were unable to look him in the eye for the rest of the day.

the next week when it was really cold at a concert you entire friend group was attending, he shrugged off his jacket and put it on you, pulling you closer into him all while screaming the lyrics in a high-pitched voice.

your friends had placed bets for when you guys would finally give in and hook up. but it happened faster than any of them would've anticipated.

you were studying together in the warm corner of the library.

"don't do it below the desk, satoru!" you whisper-yelled when you noticed him sharpening his pencil underneath the table, catching all the pencil shavings on the paper he had laid down on his lap.

"that's what she said." he snorted, looking up to see your reaction.

he was so stupid. snickering at his own lame joke, eyes shining with mirth. you couldn't help yourself. you grabbed fistfuls of his polo, pulling him in closer and pecking his lips. he froze so bad your stomach dropped. had you grossly misinterpreted the relationship between you two? had you just ruined the best friendship you ever had? immediately, you pulled away and opened your mouth to apologize.

but before you could, he grabbed your worried little face in both of his big hands and kissed you till there was no air left in your lungs.

you whined into his lips, pushing his chest back so he would let you breathe. your chest heaving when he finally did, you still let out a little laugh.

thats when satoru knew he was completely addicted to you.

he whispered your name so soft you almost missed it, his voice all wrecked and yet commanding enough to make you lean back into him. and then he kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip which made you tug at his white strands with your fingers. you swear you heard him whimper. but he would deny that for the rest of his life.

later, you would be late for the party at toji's house which would make shoko call you.

at first, you didn't pick up.

she rang you once, twice, thrice...

the fourth time, you finally picked up.

"yo, where the fuck are you-" shoko began, clearly frustrated

"she's with me." satoru replied, his voice all weird and raspy. "we're not coming tonight, uh, we're catching up on some more studying."

from somewhere in his background, shoko heared your breathless voice whining his name.

"shit. gotta go. bye shoko." satoru said in one quick breath before disconnecting the call.

shoko grinned, moving the phone away from her ear and back into her pocket, turning to her friends. "i won the fucking bet."

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chefkuna won't take shit directed at his staff

"are you deaf? we've been trying to get your attention for the last 10 minutes." the blonde man scoffed in your face when you went over to their table.

"im sorry, sir. i was just settling another table's bill." you manage an apologetic smile, but you can feel the headache forming right above your left eyebrow. "what can i get for you today?"

he raised his eyebrow, "no name no greeting? thought this was a fancy place."

"leave it be, she's clearly not very good at her job." the lady across from him spoke, her lips curled up in an ugly sneer. she didnt even spare a glance in your direction as she pushed the menu towards you. "i'll take the smoked fish and albas caviar."

the blonde man nodded along, "i'll have the wagyu steak. hurry."

"excellent choices." you attempted to smile at them, trying your best to be jovial. "anything else i can get? drinks? wine?"

the lady sighed like you were slow, "did we order any wine?"

"..no." you blinked

"so just get us our goddamn food." she finished, waving you off like she couldn't stand your presence anymore.

you pursed your lips, fidgeting with the pen in your hand to calm yourself down. "alright. i'll be right back with your food."

you were stiff when you walked back to ring their food in, trying your hardest to not push the expensive art deco off it's shelf and let it go crashing and clattering across the floor. the soft ambient music suddenly became irritating, the sound of forks against plates suddenly too loud and ringing. you decided to take a moment to unwind in the back.

not that it was any better.

"are you a fucking idiot? get the fuck off my station!" sukuna yelled at a new commis, the veins in his neck bulging and his hands waving around almost dangerously. the outline of his massive muscles clear as day underneath his white uniform, the way they flexed and tightened the fabric. he was basically frothing at the mouth with how angry he was. no one was fazed, this was natural for the big, pink-haired head chef; especially during busy hours.

"did your mom drop you as a fucking child?" he huffed, shoving the poor, wide eyed commis away so he could look at the food. "this is all wrong! I need 2 lobsters on the fly, NOW!

somehow, you couldn't help but smile at his overwhelming presence in the kitchen. how smoothly he moved around the place, almost like he was performing a dance. you focused on his hands, the chopping, the stirring, the way one pinky dipped into a sauce in a pan and was then brought to his mouth to taste. his pink tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he hummed in pleasure. "good but needs more acid."

then, he turned to find you staring at him.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" he said, tone still loud but not as harsh anymore.

"what?" you shrugged, "just needed a break."

he rolled his eyes, but not before you noticed the way his gaze dropped to your shoulders and then your chest, down to your thighs before they came back up. were you hallucinating how they paused at your lips tho?

"well, you can't afford one right now, cupcake." he grunted, his voice all raspy from shouting all day long. with two fingers, he pushed 4 plates to the edge of the counter. "go run these."

just then, your co-worker walked in muttering something about rude people under his breath.

immediately you pipped up, "choso will run them, wont you choso?"

the black haired boy looked up, his eyes dark and tired. "yeah, yeah. sure. you okay about table 7? what a pair of assholes!"

sukuna raised an eyebrow at that, all kitchen duties abandoned. "what assholes?"

"this couple at table 7 were unnecessarily rude. i overhead them." choso explained, "they told her she was bad at her job and gave her attitude when she asked if they wanted something to drink.."

he kept looking at you the entire time choso explained, like he couldn't believe something like that had actually happened. just then, one of the chefs placed 2 plates on the table

"fish and wagyu for table 7!"

"right." sukuna said, expression eerily calm as he reached for the plates, "i'll take these to them."

"what? you don't have to do that, chef. i swear, i deal with people like this all the time-" you try to defuse the situation, rushing to follow him as he kicked the kitchen door open with a foot and walked out with the two plates in hand.

"well, you shouldn't have to." he grumbled, marching over to table 7 and all but throwing their plates down infront of them.

you froze in your place, unable to do anything but stare along with half a dozen other people sitting across the restaurant as sukuna stood, tall and brooding with both hands rested on the edge of the table.

he was grinning.

"here's your food, sir and ma'am. i just have a little question." he stated, staring at the dumbfounded expressions of the blonde man and his date.

he cleared his throat, "uh, yeah?"

"oh, im ryomen by the way. y'all seem to have quite a problem if someone doesn't introduce themselves to you." he chuckled, though it lacked humour. "would you like something to drink?"

"n-no." the blonde man mumbled, backing away ever so slightly as sukuna leaned towards him.

"louder for me, please?" sukuna said, placing a hand near his ear to gesture that he was trying to hear better.

"no, thank you. we're okay without a drink." the man repeated.

"ah." sukuna finally leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest, "so easy, wasn't it? how come you couldn't say it that same way to my staff over here?"

the couple turned to glance at you, and you simply looked at the ground, fighting back a smile by chewing on your bottom lip.

"uh.." the man turned back to sukuna, dumbly, "sorry?"

"too late, prick." sukuna finally growled, "you can either start being more respectful or you can get the hell out of my restaurant."

and with that, he turned around and marched back to the kitchen. but not before grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him.

xxx

a/n: i got all my knowledge from watching the bear sorry :>

[purrtoru]

♡ husband!satoru and his pregnant wife (≧◡≦)

“you’re eating what for breakfast?”

satoru leans against the kitchen counter, eyebrows nearly disappearing into his white hair as he watches you spread peanut butter on a pickle with serious concentration.

you take a bite, completely unbothered by his disbelief. “crunchy,” you say. “salty and sweet. it’s perfect.”

satoru huffs.

“you know,” he says slowly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “i think pregnancy might’ve fried your taste buds more than i thought.”

and before you can stop him, he dips the spoon you‘ve been using into the peanut butter jar, just to then lick it off with an exaggerated moan to annoy you.

you scrunch your nose. “you’re gross.”

“and yet,” he says, pointing the spoon at you, “you’re the one eating pickles with peanut butter.”

you open your mouth to argue, but the words die when he quietly slides the pickle jar closer to you.

a small thing.

lately your husband has become very serious about small things.

like the glass of water that’s already waiting beside you on the counter. like the way his hands ease the tension in your shoulders. like the chair he dragged over earlier so you wouldn’t have to stand while you eat.

“y’know, you did that again.”

“did what?” he asks innocently, though the corner of his mouth twitches.

“you keep putting chairs everywhere like i’m old.”

“arrest me i guess,” he puts his hands in the air. “for being a caring husband.”

you roll your eyes.

but when you adjust yourself on the seat, his hand automatically slides around your waist to steady you, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.

“kid’s got weird taste,” he snickers.

“you’re the father.”

“hey,” he says offended again, “there’s nothing wrong with my taste.”

“you like having candy for breakfast.”

“that’s different.”

you snort.

satoru leans down and presses a soft kiss into your hair and it lingers a little longer than usual.

lately he does that a lot too.

little kisses when he passes by you. one on your temple when you’re sitting on the couch. one on your shoulder when he reaches past you for something in the kitchen. always like quiet little check-ins.

“did you sleep okay?” he asks, while his thumb traces slow circles over your stomach.

“mhm.”

“you weren’t nauseous again?”

“only when you talk.”

he gasps like you’ve stabbed him.

“sweetheart, you wound me. does everything i do not matter?”

“toru, you do too much. you bought twelve different snacks yesterday.”

“i had to make sure you liked at least one of them!“

“you‘ve labeled every single one.”

“i only want what’s best for my wifey,” he points proudly toward the pantry.

inside, little sticky notes read “good”, “maybe okay?”, and “absolutely not (learned the hard way)”.

you take another bite of your peanut butter pickle.

satoru watches you for a moment, then grabs a pickle himself.

“if you’re eating it,” he says, scooping peanut butter onto it, “i gotta make sure it‘s good for you.”

“you’re copying me.”

“i’m taking care of you.”

he takes a bite.

“hmm..” there’s a pause.

then another.

his eyes widen slightly. “…okay wait.”

you grin immediately. “right?”

“don’t get cocky,” he mutters, already reaching for another one.

you laugh softly, the sound filling the kitchen.

satoru looks over at you.

your hair is messy from sleep, your shirt is one of his, and there’s a tiny smear of peanut butter at the corner of your mouth you clearly haven’t noticed.

his expression softens immediately.

without saying anything, he reaches out and wipes it from your lip with his thumb.

then he kisses you.

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“eat whatever weird stuff you want,” he says. “i’ll get you anything and everything you want.”

a/n: hubby toru.. save me hubby toru..

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gojo is lazy.

in bed, (or the shower or the car or the kitchen counter for that matter) that doesn't mean he won't pleasure you. no. he loves that shit. but before that, he revels in ordering you around.

"take off my shirt" he'll say, smirking and putting his hands up like a little child. or "pull down my zipper." he'll gruffly demand as he pushes your head south to his straining bulge. he even asks you to take off your own clothes, simply sitting back and watching with gleaming eyes and a shit-eating grin as you unbutton your own blouse or unzip your own skirts, pull away your own bra and panties like you're offering him his meal.

gojo hates wasting his energy on stuff like that. he'd much rather use his strength for what happens after you two are already naked and ready. now he's got you pinned down by his full weight, merciless. he fucks hard, furious, that feral look on his face almost frightening if it wasn't matched with the gentle kisses he planted all over you. he won't stop until you're screaming, whining, dried tears on your cheek. too sore, too boneless, utterly spent.

and then this brat will roll over, pout. "can you please put my shirt back on me?"

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satoru stan culture is researching - possibly even getting into - digimon so you can make the stupid fucking nerd talk about it accurately

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the strongest meeting his match.

gojo was huffing and puffing, blood-stained hands flying all over his body trying to find his wallet in the plethora of pockets in his uniform. where is it? where is it? where is it? it's not here. those damn kids-

"um, sir...you're blocking the line a little." the employee behind the cash register mumbled. clearly thinking he was a weirdo for ordering one of EACH pastry in the bakery's extensive (and expensive) collection when he couldn't pay for it.

"sorry," gojo said, his ears going red. he was painfully aware of all the eyes on him, and it made his stomach churn weirdly. "i can't seem to find my wallet and my phone is dead. uh, i'll just go ahead and-"

"hey, i'll pay for him." a soft voice came like sunshine on a cloudy day from behind him.

he raised an eyebrow, already turning to shake his head and refuse. "no, please. you don't-"

but before he could finish, you had moved forward and used your card to pay the entirety of his massive bill without batting an eye. his mouth hung open, eyes flitting from your card to your face to your card. humble flex much?

you shot him a charming smile, "dont worry. it's my pleasure."

gojo had to force his mouth shut, blinking slowly at the way you were looking at him. he could quite literally hear the tune of 'careless whisper' playing as he stared at you, your flashy card in hand and your smug smile. he felt a sense of deju vu, a sense of painful familiarity.

he had been in this situation countless times before, but never like this. usually he was the one waving around a card and a big grin, paying for the pretty women around just to see those big, grateful eyes sparkle up at him. he loved it, swooping in like a hero. except this time, he seemed to be on the receiving end. for once, gojo satoru wasn't the big strong man but the damsel in distress.

you chuckled at the way he stood and stared, mouth agape and eyes wide. your tone sweeter than the smell of vanilla around them. "what's wrong, mr...?"

"uh, gojo." he said reflexively, offering you a small, shy smile. since when was he shy? "gojo satoru. thank you for paying but you didn't have to do that."

"i absolutely did! i couldn't let you leave here treat-less." you said, as another employee handed gojo his big box of cakes and then handed you a smaller box and a large drink that looked too sweet for even him.

you thanked the employee politely before turning to him and adding, "i hope you enjoy those, gojo. i've heard their strawberry shortcake is to die for." and before he could say anything, you turned around and sauntered out.

he stood frozen in his place for a second, caught so off gaurd before he finally ran out after you. you were only a little way outside the bakery when he caught up. "hey, wait up!"

you turned around at the sound, sipping on your drink in pure bliss before you registered him and stopped "oh, hi again."

"hi." gojo grinned, some of his usual confidence returning as he leaned against the wall and caught his breath. "i can't let you leave without a proper thank you. let me pay you back?"

"oh no, it's okay. consider it my treat." you waved him off with the confidence of someone who did this often. he was impressed, but he wasn't about to back down.

"oh, but i insist." he said, tilting his head in that pretty way he knew women liked. his voice all smooth and gentle, "can i have your number so i can send the money to you?"

you hesitated for a milisecond. but who could ever resist a tall handsome, man that looked at you all sweet behind his sunglasses. you rolled your eyes playfully, already pulling out a napkin from the bakery bag. "i mean, sure. if you insist."

he just grinned. gotcha.

gojo satoru teleported back to jujutsu tech, tissue with your number and name etched onto it clutched tight in his palm.

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the first thing he did when he finally charged his phone and told off the first years for stealing his wallet (pouted like a child and made them pinky promise to never do it again) was text you.

he hated how you had met him at such an embarrassing and vulnerable moment. he didnt want you thinking he was some loser. no. he needed to make it right. his reputation was on the line. so when you finally replied, he sent you twice the amount you paid for him.

'just because of the effort you took x' he said.

after that, there was no going back. he was constantly on his phone, grinning like an idiot while texting you. the two of you bantered all day long. you replied to his witty texts with even wittier comebacks, his sarcasm with even more sarcasm. he found himself telling you about his day, his students, his training. never about the jujutsu part, of course. you weren't a sorcerer. you were the only sense of normalcy in his life.

and he loved it.

he loved you complain about your incompetent co-workers while he was being sent to life threatening missions, loved hearing about your random thoughts and food cravings while he was stuck in some stupid curses domain for days without end. you were so different from him, from everything he knew and grew up with. and yet he found himself relating to you in a way he never had with anyone before.

so when you invited him to try out a new dessert place in central tokyo, he gladly skipped his meeting with the higher ups for you. maybe this meant that the strongest had finally met his match. maybe this meant he didn't have to be lonely anymore.

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gojo loves complimenting you.

it's second nature to him. he's so comfortable with you, he just thinks out loud. and obviously, most of his thoughts consist of how perfect you are.

the two of you will be in the kitchen, cooking a meal together. he'll watch you try to open a tight jar, your face scrunched up and your arm straining. he wouldn't try to intervene, even though he know it would only take a flick of his wrist to perform the task you deemed herculean. he liked to wait for you to ask for help. you never did, stubborn and big headed. so he just watched, eyes glinting with amusement till you finally managed to pry open the jar with a satisfied 'aha!' then he grins, twirls you around like you're a princess in a disney movie, "that's my strong girl."

sometimes, when you two are cuddling on the couch while some pastel indie film you picked hums on the TV, he'll be kissing all over your face. whispering softly between them, "you're the prettiest girl." "so pretty." "my pretty baby."

he loves calling you pretty. loves the way it makes you smile with your eyes all crinkled. often when his voice is all smooth and his smirk is soft, it makes you giggle. to satoru, that's the most precious thing in the world. he'll find any excuse to say it. when he's watching you get ready for work in the morning, sprawled out lazily on the bed while you're by the mirror styling your hair. "you're so pretty, sweetheart." or when you wear a new dress before a date, he'll gasp and feel the fabric (you) of the dress under his fingers. "it's so pretty, baby!"

satoru had a way of knowing just what to say sometimes. you'll think you're having a bad hair day, he'll sit down next to you and casually mumble, "your hair looks nice." or he'll walk into the room while you're trying out a pair of jeans, eyebrows furrowed at the way they fit. he'll come up to you, wrapping his arms around you from the back and pressing gentle kisses to your jaw and whispering in your ear, "i love your hips. and your thighs. and your stomach. actually, i just love your body. it's all mine, isn't it?"

but it's not just your body he compliments. you were sitting across each other, talking about the randomest things. when you mentioned a thought you had, he paused. almost freezing in his place, before tilting his head as his face broke out in a smile. "i love the way your brain works." once, when he was struggling trying to figure out how the washing machine functions, you sighed and walked over. pressing a few buttons till he heard the beep of the machine whirring to life, something he'd been struggling to do for the past 10 minutes. he just scoffed, "you're so smart. how are you so smart?" you had just laughed and threw a dirty sock in his face. when you cried over a video of a baby monkey being abandoned, he hugged you and rubbed your back, while mumbling. "you're so kind. oh my god, you're so precious. too precious for the world."

he cant help it. he doesn't understand how you don't get it. when you roll your eyes or scoff or deny his compliments, telling him he's ridiculous, telling him he's stupid. he wishes you could see what he does. he whispers it into your skin sometimes when you're fast asleep. sometimes in your hair, sometimes in your chest or your back. trying to brand the words onto your skin so you never forget them. his voice soft and tender in a way that surprises even him. "i can't believe you're real. how are you real?" he'll trace lazy, meaningless patterns into your skin. "you're so warm and so soft..and so gorgeous." he'll nudge his nose into your neck, inhale in your scent like a total creep. "you smell so nice. fuck, i love you. i want to stay like this forever."

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gojo coming home to his non-sorcerer!gf ♡⸝⸝

he fished around his pocket to find the house keys. his house keys. standing on the threshold, he could hear the muffled voice of the TV playing your favourite show and you laughing on cue with every joke. it made his lips curl with a fond smile. when he finally found his keys, jingling with the tailmon keychain you got him, he looked left and right to make sure no one was watching before he opened the front door and slipped in.

"baby?" he called out, dropping his keys on the side table and kicking off his shoes, "im home!"

before he could even take a step in, you had jumped up from your place on the couch and ran straight to the door. gojo's eyes widened when he saw your figure heading straight at him.

"hey- owh!" he chuckled as you jumped onto him, making him stumble back for a second before his hands found your waist to hug you. your legs looped around his hips, pulling him in tighter.

"you're home!" you grinned, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling like he was a drug. "i missed you."

"mmm, i missed you too, angel." he mumbled, kissing your head and leading you inside while you still held him like a tall, muscular tree branch and ranted about your day.

he nodded along dutifully though he was only half listening. he settled on the couch with you on his lap, too busy admiring as your fingers gently unbottoned his uniform jacket for him and then discarded it off to the side. "..and i spent the rest of my evening making cookies. they're in the jar so you can have them after dinner. how was your day?"

"hmm? oh. you are so adorable when you're talking about your day." he grinned (you snorted), brushing a strand of hair away from your face, "my day was okay. lots of training with the first years. megumi fell face first, it was quite funny."

"oh no! was he okay?" you asked, clearly concerned for the kid despite his teacher's amusement.

gojo nodded, still smiling as if recounting the memory. "he was grumbling like a child but he was okay. he's progressing well."

your expression turned soft. you loved how deeply he cared about his students. despite never having met them, you knew all about them through gojo. it was not only dangerous but also forbidden for a non sorcerer like yourself to be this involved in the jujutsu world, but gojo never cared about the rules. especially not when it came to you-

you, who held him through everything. never judged him for his weakness. never expected him to be the strongest. never cared about his limitless, his abilities, his utility. you, who loved him simply because he was your satoru with the nerdy interests and the brilliant eyes. the insane white haired man that had walked into your life, all cocky grins and stupid jokes, and turned it upside down

besides, he had precautions in place to keep you safe. what was the point of being the strongest if he couldnt protect his loved ones, right?

"that's nice." you told him, "and what about yuji? how is he doing?"

gojo's eyes lit up at the question, "oh, he's doing amazing. he has so much potential. i really think with the right training he could overpower me!"

"no way!" you gasped in exaggeration, "i thought 'throughout heaven and earth you alone were the honored one.' "

you snickered at him, making him roll his eyes. so what if he had once told you that boderline corny line? he was trying to impress you. gojo was used to people being all over him. he didn't have to bother trying. he was revered purely because he was gojo satoru.

but with you, he had tried. having become so enamored, he had gone to great lengths to try and impress you. something he had never done before. you swore he loved the cat and mouse game more than he loved you. but the truth was that once he had seen you smile, everything else had dulled for him.

"cheeky, aren't we?" he huffed, "you'll pay for that."

you raised an eyebrow, "oh yeah?"

"yeah." he nodded, cocky as ever even while his gaze trailed down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. "i'll show that pretty mouth who's boss."

your eyes widened slightly, and you pulled back just a second too late before he had grabbed your face with one big hand and attacked you with a kiss. just as you expected, he bit down on your lower lip. hard. sucking on the skin in a way you know is going to make your lip all red and swollen. you whined, tugging at his hair in a desperate plea for mercy. but he relented through your protests, finally pressing a quick peck to your lips to soothe them before he pulled back with a smug grin.

your lip already hurt, chest heaving slightly since he hadn't let you breath. at the sight of his satisfied, lazy smile, you slapped his cheek to the side playfully.

his grin just grew wider. when he turned to look back at you again with an eyebrow raised like the fucking devil, his voice turned more gravelly. "do you wanna take a shower with me?"

you narrowed your eyes at him, noticing how his hands trailed upward from your waist, pulling you closer into him. you managed to wrap a hand around his neck, fingers rubbing the soft skin on his cheek. "say please."

he groaned, face falling forward into your shoulders while his hands squeezed your ribs to make you gasp. you were always teasing him like this.

"please, baby." he whispered, before he nipped the sensitive skin below your ear, voice becoming even deeper if that was possible.

"i promise i'll make it worth your while."

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need more gojo recs that are pure domestic fluff. husband gojo helping you cook or fiance gojo meeting your parents JUST I NEED SOME LOVEY DOVEY TEETH ROTTING GOJO FICS PLS