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I'M TAKING THIRST TRAPS IN THE MIRROR IN MY ROOM
jade eighteen she/her katsuki's darling
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from jade: baby's first leon kennedy fic! 🥹 no beta, we all just die. wrote this with re4!leon, death island leon, and re9!leon in mind heh
dso’s golden boy, legendary agent leon scott kennedy is reduced to nothing but a human pillow. don’t fret, though. he’s exactly where he wants to be in life.
it’s no secret to anyone that leon kennedy has a physique that most women and men simp for. they can gawk however they like but touching him? that right is reserved for you and you only.
leon knows you’re a touchy person by default. first time he met you, he was immediately engulfed in the warmest hug known to mankind—his knees buckled just a little but that’s a secret he’ll take with him to the grave. when he drove you home after the first date? another hug and a kiss to the cheek that he felt even after days passed. he almost didn’t want to wash his face but thought about your preference for hygienic men.
after four years of dating and three months being engaged, your physical love meter has amped up intensely. before, the most he’ll get is a kiss to the corner of his mouth. now? leon’s lucky if he can even get up after getting mauled into the bed due to your sudden urge to “kiss him all over and eat him up and chew him all up.”
this leads us to now, early morning with the sun peeking through the blinds. leon insisted on a blackout curtain but your argument of “you can’t live in darkness forever” resulted in soft baby pink sheer flower patterned curtains.
it was one of those rare times where you awake earlier than him. to be fair, he just came back from a month-long mission in europe.
you’ve always known leon kennedy was pretty but in these instances of serenity and peace, he’s looking extra gorgeous under the warm sunlight. you lay on your front, head slumped over his stretched out bicep. your cheek is skin-to-skin with the muscle, firm yet comfortable. leon’s on his back, chest rising periodically in deep breaths.
glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you decide it’s time to wake him up. you turn your head, open your mouth, and then—bite. hard enough to jolt him awake but not so much that it bleeds out.
you grin as you watch him rub the sleep away from his eyes. “hi, baby. good morning.”
leon squints at you for a moment, still caught up somewhere between dreaming about flowers with faces chasing him and actually facing the prettiest flower ever (you), before he pinches your cheek.
then he registers the dull ache in his arm.
he stills, contemplating on whether to ask you about it or not. instead he settles for, "...mornin'.”
his voice comes out rough, just the right about of deepness and softness that makes your heart flutter. you lean forward to kiss his stubbled jaw.
the arm you were laying on slips under your shirt, calloused fingers caressing the smooth skin.
usually, leon’s internal clock is impossible to shut off, especially after a mission. years of training have hardwired him into waking up the second he’s conscious. most mornings, he’d already be halfway to the coffee machine by now.
instead, he lets his arm flop back onto the mattress, right in front of you. then stares blankly at the ceiling.
you blink. once. twice. "breakfast?”
a beat passes.
"later.”
the answer comes immediately, accompanied by a sleepy exhale.
leon scott kennedy, the man who survived thousands of bioweapons, government conspiracies, parasitic cults, and whatever the hell europe decided to throw at him this time, was choosing to stay in bed. voluntarily.
"i’m tired." his eyes remained at the ceiling.
there’s no complaint in his voice. just a simple statement of fact.
"you should rest, then.” you hummed. he curls his arm loosely around your shoulders in response. for a second there, leon thought he heard purrs of content from you. huh, he must still be dreaming.
you settle comfortably on your stomach again, phone balanced in front of you. your legs swing back and forth behind you as you load up your game, leon snickers at the sight.
a few seconds later, you lean down to take another bite of his bicep. not enough to hurt. never to hurt him.
leon sighs. “i feel like a chew toy.”
“you are. my chew toy.”
“is that all i am to you?”
“most times, yeah.” and another bite. it doesn’t even faze him anymore.
“love you too, i guess.”
“aw, thank you, lord kennedy.”
you grin triumphantly before returning your attention to your phone. one hand taps away at the screen while your cheek remains pressed against his arm like it’s the world’s most comfortable pillow. the 4000 dollars pillow currently on the floor glares at you with scorn and betrayal.
every now and then, you absentmindedly nibble at him. to which, he retorts with faux annoyance.
the room falls quiet after that.
only the sounds of your game, the rustle of sheets, and the occasional bite to his arm interrupt the silence.
leon keeps staring at the ceiling.
not because he's thinking about work. not because he's replaying mission reports. not because he's wondering when headquarters will drag him into another disaster.
for once, he's letting himself do absolutely nothing.
he can feel you beside him. your legs kicking lazily in the air. your weight against his arm. your teeth occasionally finding his bicep because apparently that's become a normal thing in this relationship.
and when you shift closer and practically drape yourself over him, leon doesn’t complain. he never does. you’ve got a soft spot in his heart, after all.
he just lets out another slow breath and settles deeper into the mattress. he reminds himself that he’s home. to you.
and if that means another hour of being a chew toy and a human pillow, leon figures he can deal with that. after all, he’s been through worst situations than this.
lowkey i wanna write for resident evil and call of duty.. r u guys interested in that....
update: done! posted my first leon kennedy fic here i luv him
currently working on a zayne fic that hopefully is my first longfic WOOHOO (pray for me) this is me finally using my psych major to good use 🫰 n also a great practice to review all that ive learned thru out the (school) school ❤️🩹
will have probably wrong use of terms n words that r related to research i apologize in advance ✌ i was never a research leader i cant handle that much stress 🤕 i was however the dependable member who the leaders runs to when our other members r not and have no plans to do their parts
lmk if u wanna be tagged! or if i even should have a taglist for this...
prepare to be sick of me PREPARE to be SICK of MEEEEEEE
FUCKING HELL the gods smiled upon me today 🙏 also i got absolutely gobsmacked when raf's card pulled up holy shit they rlly did get rid of the fog ohmygod ohmygod goodness gracious 😧
i got hidden waves on the standard banner 😋 then pulled xav first with my precise wish on raf i love them i havent had a serious crush irl eversince i started playing lads and ive never been happier amen
why r they all looking at me like that... yo chill im easyy 😅
will post another work soon!! prob a lads fic cuz im super very much lads pilled rn its not even funny anymore i #needthem.
im just finishing up this group filming 😛 all my members r USELESS, UNCOOPERATIVE, and UNRESPONSIVE !!! i feel like that one meme of the guy talking to a wall whenever i chat the gc... HUMILIATING. they will get their karma soon 🤞 THEY WILL PAY THE PRICE OF THEIR ACTIONS SOON ‼️
satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.
his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all you—from the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.
he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.
everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to her—it goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.
at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anything—his latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.
all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.
"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"
"ah."
"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.
"ba.."
"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"
"ma!"
satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.
he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"
your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."
your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."
"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.
"pi. pi!"
satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."
"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.
his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.
from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe
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now i'm in the trenches, fightin' for my senses
fandoms i write for: boku no hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, love and deepspace, haikyuu, honkai star rail, genshin impact, twisted wonderland, avatar: the last airbender
jujutsu kaisen
open arms — gojo w a dead social battery and overstimulated from like everything and everyone
he melts into the kiss, you almost die (literally) — that one tiktok trend where you see if he melts into the kiss but with satoru and you borderline dying
hungry always, satoru — gojo who always steals your food after finishing his and he just never seems to stop eating a.k.a diner date with satoru, he's a thief who has a bottomless stomach
love and deepspace
caleb likes how clingy you are
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep
upcoming fics...
not cute anymore — midoriya izuku ( tba )
my man on willpower — bakugo katsuki ( tba )
who knows — lads men ( tba )
sweet boy — midoriya izuku ( tba )
is it new years yet? — gojo satoru ( tba )
will fix / update my masterlist later but i added twisted wonderland and atla into the fandoms that i write for !!!
everyone thank zuko for that, hes reawakening my childhood crush 😋 also im rlly into twst these days despite not being able to play it in my country 💔
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itoshi sae who's a sucker for your neck.
and no, not in the hot vampire way.
if asked to pick whether to kiss your lips or neck? it's a no brainer for him—he's already diving down to suck the skin 'til he's left a mark for the world to see.
come morning light, sae's already up and dressed for training. you're still passed out on the bed, limbs tangled in a complicated position that makes sae internally wince, that cannot be good for your posture. before leaving the house, he sits on the edge of the bed, wipes the drool on your face and leans down to press his lips on your cheek. his kisses trail down to your jaw before settling on your neck where he suckles lightly on the skin before murmuring, "baby, i'm leaving."
the sensation makes you groan as you feel your sleep interrupted. your hand blindly pushes his face away. sae only grabs your wrist, press a kiss on the inside before meeting your lips again. morning breath be damned.
"baby, i said i'm leaving. morning training." he mutters against your mouth. "then leave." another push to the face. his brows furrow.
"i love you." he whispers and it's met with a hum from you. a few seconds pass and you're already back to snoring off to dreamland.
so sae is left with no other choice. he stoops low, breath hot against the column of your throat and he bites down. hard. that certainly wakes you up. he holds back a grin when you yelp and scramble to sit up.
"i'm leaving. morning training." he repeats for like the thousandth time that morning. his hand snakes its way to the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he peppers kisses on the reddening area. each kiss press against the mark left on the skin. he hums at your complains—talking 'bout he didn't need to ruin your sleep to say goodbye, how he can easily leave a text or a voice mail.
with a final kiss to your neck, he pulls away. "bye, now." and still doesn't rise from the bed.
"bye, sae." you replied, still groggy and rubbing your eye. he looks at you expectantly. you sigh, cupping his face and leaving a fleeting kiss on his lips.
"love you, be safe."
"love you, too. i'll bring you breakfast once i'm done." and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now. he pushes you back down on a lying position, fixes the blanket around you, tucks you in, and kisses your neck (once more, he's insatiable). "back to sleep, now."
with that, he stands up, grabs his bag, and walks out the door.
and when he comes home a few hours later, don't be surprised when you're woken up once again with a kiss and another bite to your neck. his eyes light up at your mad expression. but before you can scold him for it, he's already handing you a cup of coffee and your favorite sandwich from the deli nearby.
gojo satoru is tall. freakishly tall. standing at six foot three, satoru towers over most people he encounters in his lifetime—one of them being you, the love of his life and his wife (you just don’t know it yet). gojo satoru knows he’s tall. he also knows that you like tall men. and of course, in usual gojo fashion, he uses that knowledge to his advantage.
have difficulty reaching a book in the library? no worries, he got you. one hand on your lower back, and the other arm stretching up to grab the book and also to flex his gorgeous muscles right by your face.
your mug missing from the teachers’ lounge? oh my, what evil person would place it on the highest shelf? do not fret, mister baby blue eyes is on the rescue! there are two ways satoru plays this: one, reaching it for you—blegh, boring. or he could lift you up the counter and let you reach for the mug yourself… with his hands on your waist, hmm.
the sky is the limit when it comes to satoru using his height to get you to fall in love with him.
one thing he really likes, though? when you complain about your neck hurting every time you talk to him. boots! what an ego boost! the first time you said that to him, he spent the night giggling and rolling in his bed.
he can lean down, speak to you with his legs spread apart like he’s about to do a split, you know—be accommodating and meet you halfway. but.. why would he do that? why would he do that when he can have you looking up at him with stars in your eyes (there weren't any) and tiny hearts flying out to him? (again, there weren’t any)
“can you please bend down? my neck is starting to cramp.”
“bend down? i didn’t know you liked that.” satoru giggles, like a little boy, and takes the chance to pinch your cheek. that earns him a swat and a glare from you. naturally, he grins in response.
“you’re so annoying.”
“i prefer the term affectionate.”
“bend down.”
he hums, cupping a hand to his ear. “i’m not hearing a please.” he knows he should stop. he’s pushing your buttons quite well, and you’re about to burst any minute now. that look in your eyes tells him that you’re two seconds away from violence.
but he also knows that he loves it when you’re annoyed. a frown apparent in your face, brows furrowed, glare so intense that his six eyes cower away in fear—what is going on? why are you grabbing his collar? are you… are you about to kiss him?! good lord, satoru has been praying for times like this but never did he expect for the day to come sooner.
his collar in your grasp, you pull. hard.
his brain, a thing capable of processing infinite information, goes perfectly blank. he stumbles forward on instinct, one hand catching the wall beside your head, knees bending so fast it’s humiliating. suddenly he’s eye level with you, close enough to feel your breath, close enough to count your lashes if he wanted.
you smile.
not often. not wide. but enough.
and he swoons. he’s wonderstruck, red in the face. you’re so close—all his senses are being overridden by you. you’re so, so close. a little nudge of his head can easily result in a well-awaited true love’s kiss. he’s doing it, he’s leaning in, his nose is touching yours, his lips less than an inch away—
“see?” you murmur. “that’s not hard to do.”
you pat his cheek twice and walk away.
he stays there for a full five seconds, bent over, staring at nothing.
then—
“suguru!” he shouts. “i think my wife just manhandled me!” he runs down the hall screaming, “she loves me! she loves me!”
suguru just sighs, feeling exasperated at the thought of reminding satoru that, no, you guys aren’t even dating yet.
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep.
he knows it’s not easy for you to fall asleep. he’s woken up to you wide awake at 3am, scrolling on your phone that’s way too close to your face. he’s tried every remedy out there—warm milk before bed, tea before bed, no gadgets before bed, reading before bed—yet not a single one has been effective. it always ends with you staying up until it’s time for him to wake up.
only one thing ever worked, though. kissing you until you pass out.
as soon as you finish your nighttime routine, zayne is already ushering you to his lap. he sets his book down on the bedside table, slips his glasses off, and lets his hands run up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions. in the summer, he even uses his evol, a gentle coolness settling over your skin just enough to make you relax.
once you’re on top of him, it starts with a kiss to your cheek. then another along your jaw, before he drags his lips down your neck. after that, he comes back up to meet your mouth, slotting his lips with yours. he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t deepen it more than necessary. just steady, unhurried kisses meant to calm your breathing rather than steal it away.
without breaking contact, he eases you down onto the bed, movements careful and practiced. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while the other keeps you close. his kisses grow slower, softer, lingering just a second longer each time.
he murmurs quietly inbetween—nothing dramatic, just low reassurances, reminders that he’s here, you’re safe, that you don’t have to think about anything else. eventually, he turns the two of you onto your sides, pulling you flush against his chest.
his hand slips under your sleep shirt, meticulous fingertips tracing circles along your back. his nails scratch lightly, rhythmically, exactly the way he knows you like. your breathing eventually evens out without you realizing it, body melting into his.
there’s a small smile on his lips when he feels you go slack against him.
and as your eyes finally flutter closed, zayne doesn’t stop right away. he presses one last kiss to your lips, thumb brushing beneath your eye as if to make sure you’re really asleep. only then does he still, arm tightening around you just slightly.
you fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and the cool comfort of his presence—while zayne stays awake a little longer, making sure you don’t wake again.
caleb likes how—for lack of a better word—clingy you are. scratch that, he loves it. he even takes it for granted sometimes. truly, he indulges in your constant need to be physically glued to his presence like a leech.
mornings are spent with you hanging off his back as he moves around the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you. most times, you don’t even make it to the dining room because caleb just drops you onto the counter, slots himself between your legs, and feeds you toast while your arms are wrapped around his neck.
lunch is spent in the living room. caleb’s famous braised pork belly sits at the center, with a lot of side dishes spread out across the coffee table as the two of you sit beside each other on the floor, shoulders touching. he watches you with eyes full of love as you enjoy the food he prepared wholeheartedly. the little hums you let out after each bite are enough to make his heart flutter. once you’re done eating, cleanup is spent with him washing the dishes while you stay beside him, drying them off with a towel.
afternoons mean nap time—caleb’s second favorite time of day. naps are taken on the couch, not exactly ideal for his height, but he bears with it because cuddling with you makes up for the back pain he’s sure to have later. you’re laid on top of him as he lies flat on his back, your face tucked between his pecs. his arms slip around you, one resting on your waist and the other grabbing your thigh, dragging it up along his hip.
affection at nighttime varies from innocent cuddles and pampering to more intense activities that involve more than just skin-to-skin contact. but it all ends the same way—caleb, shirtless and in only his boxers, lying on his side and hugging you. you’re dressed in just your underwear and his old daa shirt, tucked close to his chest. one of your legs is hiked up over his side, your arms somehow looped around his neck despite the awkward angle.
caleb loves your clinginess because it makes him feel better about his own need to be close to you at all times. he feels validated, knowing that you accept whatever he has to offer—and that you even initiate, instead of leaving everything up to him.
“you’re such a fatass. how greedy can you possibly be?”
you stare at gojo blankly, watching as he fishes one fry after another from your plate—his own already licked clean and empty.
“i’m not greedy. i’m just being helpful,” he replies, grinning widely as he sneakily (not) slides your milkshake closer to him. he holds eye contact, slowly sipping your drink like it’s his own.
you snort. “and in what way exactly are you being helpful?” all while holding up a piece of nugget to his mouth, which he immediately opens to accept your token of love. gojo hums in delight, sending a flirty wink your way in appreciation. and when you giggle at his antics, his face lights up even more—so much that you start to wonder if his eyes will glow any minute from pure happiness.
“you have class in thirty minutes, so i’m helping you finish your food faster. i would never want you to be late, so here i am, aiding you in always being punctual like the good student you are.” there’s food in his mouth as he yaps, and you scrunch your nose at the sight. his habit of chewing with a mouthful of food is always something you scold him for.
and like he can read your mind, he quickly swallows, reaching for the glass you hand him. “thank you, baby,” he clears his throat. “as i was saying, i just… don’t want you to be late for your classes.” gojo grins, pretty teeth all on display.
“classes? satoru, we’re on a school break,” you deadpan. your actions betray you, though, because you reach out to wipe the corner of his mouth.
“i’m helping you because i love you?”
“by taking away my food?”
“you were full as soon as you finished your plate. after that, you were just picking at it. we don’t want it going to waste, do we?” he holds up a nugget at you, frowning when you shake your head.
“come on, one bite.” and whether it’s because he’s persuasive or you just want to avoid a ten-minute whining and sulking session, you bite off a part.
he beams like he’s just won something. “see? wasn’t that hard.”
you roll your eyes, chewing slowly. “fatass.”
“your fat... ass,” he says with another wink, blowing a playful kiss before promptly stealing another fry.
“hey—” you reach for the plate, but gojo’s faster, tugging it just out of reach and laughing when you glare at him.
“no no, i’m still helping.”
“you’re helping yourself, satoru.”
“same thing,” he shrugs, leaning back in his seat. his foot nudges yours under the table, and he lets it linger there, absentmindedly tapping against you.
you glance at your phone on the table. “we should probably get going soon.”
gojo hums, pretending to think about it, eyes flicking toward the empty tray (clean and shiny, like there was no food on it in the first place) and then back to you. “right.”
he takes out his wallet, ’cause he’d rather be dead and cut in half than ever let you pay, and leaves a few bills on the table—definitely worth more than what you guys ate.
“that’s a little more than—”
“shhh, it’s a tip. their service has been excellent.” he grabs his sunglasses from where they were hanging on his shirt and slips them back on. he raises a brow expectantly at you.
“handsome as ever. like you didn’t just devour four orders of fried food.”
he gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “you flatter me, darling. any more flirting from you and i might just make out with you here and then.”
“and traumatize all the staff? no, thank you.”
you stand up first, and when he doesn’t follow, you quirk a brow at him. “toru, let’s go.”
“but…”
“but what?”
“we didn’t get ice cream yet.”
“we had milkshakes.”
“that’s not ice cream.”
“…”
“chocolate or vanilla? ooh, what about cookies and cream? that’s your favorite. we should share a large cup. it’ll be romantic. and then you’ll get flustered when i feed you a spoonful, and then you’ll get even more shy when i lick the ice cream that accidentally got smeared on your chee—babe, where are you going?!?”
“away from you, weirdo.”
“your weirdo—but, baby! ice cream! ice cream!!”
from jade: another self-indulgent gojo fic mwhehe gojo eating a handful of popcorn will never not be funny so here's a fic inspired by that i luv sm hes the loml (gojo n reader bicker a lot !! n theres a lot of teasing and its just very fluff heh) ((also !! i never beta my works so ifs there any mistake, just ignore it ><))
gonna post another drabble later (tomorrow) 🤞 pls have that while i finish up my izuku longfic n also get started on a supposedly satoru new years fic 💔 lads kept me busy omg anniv patch kinda crazy good im obsessed,, also !!!!
two came home !!!! sylus came home first early pity but im a raf girlie so obv i kept pulling for him n woah !!! came home after 20 ?!?!? thank u so mu—
p.s i luv the home system update 😭 it reminds me sims AND THE GENSHIN TEAPOT !!! hell yeah we look saur cute omgomg 🩷
he melts into the kiss, you almost die
from jade: that one tiktok trend where you see if he melts into the kiss but with satoru and you borderline dying
gojo satoru is always up for tiktok challenges, he finds them fun and romantic because omg!! he’s doing a trend with you!!! so when you asked him if he wants to do another trend with you, he jumps up in glee and runs around the room like a maniac.
instructions are simple: keep his arms up.
and at first, he seems smug because, sounds simple enough.
but a few seconds later, he starts to overthink, what if you start tickling him? oh no, he’s gonna fail the trend. satoru’s the most ticklish person you know! don’t you know that? why would you use his weakness against him? why would you torment him with something so evil as tickling? do you not love him anymore? is this punishment for eating your leftover cake? it’s just cake! he can buy you a new one. hell, he’ll even buy you the entire bakery is you aske— oh. oh. you’re kissing him. your lips are on his lips.
scratch that, you’re literally eating his face right now. and he still has his arms up?! he hesitates on putting them down and wrapping them around you ‘cause what if this is a trap? if he fails this challenge, are you gonna ban sex for a week? hide away from sweet stash for a month?! but.. god, you’re kissing him.
after a minute of kissing, seeing him still with his arms up, you start to pull away, “satoru? what—” only to be pulled back by calloused hands. if you were eating his face earlier, well this time satoru is inhaling your entire being. he kisses so deeply like you’re about to disappear if he even dares to pull away for air. he kisses like he’s trying to suck out your soul, literally taking your breath away.
satoru is in heaven. phone camera be damned, he’s kissing you!! he’s acting like this is the first time he’s kissing you (it’s not, you guys have been together for seven years and engaged for one). just as he’s starting to hear wedding bells in his head, he registers the tappings? on his shoulder.
whoops. not taps, it’s just you whacking his arm. when he finally gives you space, he sees your face losing color and he curses in his head. shit, you almost died there.
so he consoles you with kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, everywhere! hoping to ignore the fact that he got so lost in the kiss, that he was about to give you your final one.
“did i do it? did i pass the test?” he grins, chest puffed out slightly like a proud bird.
“huh..?” you wobble on your feet, lightheaded from the lack of air so he has to pick you up. your legs around his waist and his hands carrying you by the thighs. “test? pass what test?”
“the trend, baby! we were doing a tiktok together!” he coos, walking over to the kitchen counter to pick up the forgotten phone.
bonus: he posts the video. not you, ‘cause to be honest, it slipped your mind. you couldn’t comprehend that you almost met the light just because gojo can’t control himself. he spent days and nights grovelling at your feet.
comments vary from:
are you there god? its me fiona ITS ME FIONNNAAAAA 🙏🙏
FUCK why do i kinda #need that
almost sucked the life out of her wtf bro 😭
AYYEEEEEE GET IN THERE CHAMP 😛🤪
gojo giggles at every comment while he’s holding you in bed. and everytime you try to shush him, he just kisses you. (he’s careful this time)
from jade: gojo w a dead social battery and overstimulated from like everything n everyone.. except u winks
gojo satoru lives for interactions. he likes going to cafes and making small talks with the workers as he waits for his daily sweet pastries. he enjoys stopping in his walks to pet a dog he encounters. he adores chatting up the florist as he buys you a just-because bouquet that never fails to make you swoon. and he especially loves annoying his students. there has never been a day where he doesn’t flip yuuji to the ground for fun. (no yuuji is ever truly harmed when he does this)
but sometimes, it all gets a bit.. too much.
constantly keeping up with the people in his life on the daily plus the sensory input of his always active six eyes? that equates to an overstimulated satoru with his social battery drained to the last bit.
so when he’s in this state, you always find him alone, isolated in his office. the lights are completely off and the only thing illuminating the room is the glow coming from his ipad. his blindfold is nowhere to be found, instead over his eyes is the dark tinted glasses he keeps. he keeps tapping the screen, probably playing the mahjong game you showed him two nights ago (he whined about how it’s eating up your supposed time with him but look at him now, already 5 levels ahead of you).
he doesn’t look up or voice out a greeting but his shoulders loosening as soon as you walk in says a lot. he further relaxes when your hand lands in his hair, threading through the strands.
“megumi told me you’d be here. you good?” you press a soft kiss to his temple, satoru immediately leans into you.
“i’ve been stuck at this level for 30 minutes. this is the seventh time i’m repeating the level.” he drops the tablet on the desk then pull you to his lap sideways, arms tight around your waist and face buried in your hair, inhaling your scent like you’re the only thing grounding him to the present, like he’s heavily reliant on your existence to.. well, exist.
it’s during these times that you forget the fact that satoru is the strongest sorcerer because in your orbit, he feels small. like a stray kitten longing for a home, satoru clings to you like you’re his lifeline.
so you let him. what else can you do but accept him in your arms and help him ease up from his troubles every once in a while?
“what should we have for dinner?” you ask, as soft as you can with a finger poking his cheek as an attempt to get him to show his face. he groans, but pulls away to look back at you. and when the prettiest eyes in the world is staring at you with so much adoration and love, you can’t help but melt. kissing his cheek again and again until a chuckle escapes satoru.
“okay! stop— don’t lick me, that’s my job!” to retaliate, gojo bites the hand nearest to him. still careful enough to not actually leave a mark. there’s another time for such things as leaving a mark on you. but for now, he basks in the moment. he notes how the moonlight peeking from the small gaps of his blackout curtains make you even more ethereal.
“can we,” he starts, tipping his forehead towards you. “listen— chocolate cake for dinner.”
and no matter how much love you have for him, he just never fails to get on your nerves.
gojo grins as he watches your face drop in an instant. what a little shit. “we are not eating chocolate cake for dinner. that is not dinner.”
“yes it is!”
“no, it’s not.” a wail of pain follows with gojo holding the side you just pinched.
“just this once?”
“you can starve, satoru.”
“you’re an evil woman.”
“and you’re annoying.”
“you take that back!”
sighs... i miss my man 💔
MASTERLIST
now i'm in the trenches, fightin' for my senses
fandoms i write for: boku no hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, love and deepspace, haikyuu, honkai star rail, genshin impact, twisted wonderland, avatar: the last airbender
jujutsu kaisen
open arms — gojo w a dead social battery and overstimulated from like everything and everyone
he melts into the kiss, you almost die (literally) — that one tiktok trend where you see if he melts into the kiss but with satoru and you borderline dying
hungry always, satoru — gojo who always steals your food after finishing his and he just never seems to stop eating a.k.a diner date with satoru, he's a thief who has a bottomless stomach
freakish tall satoru — one thing he really likes, though? when you complain about your neck hurting every time you talk to him.
satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you
love and deepspace
caleb likes how clingy you are
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep
blue lock
itoshi sae who's a sucker for your neck
RULES
catch you in the trenches, comin' to your senses
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