⟶ satoru's scented lip balm.
⟶ moot me up. pls
cw:: tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, gn!reader, babygirl!satoru
“Hey. C’mere,” Satoru whispers conspiratorially.
You look up at him. He's on the other side of your office, leaning against the wall. His blindfold conceals his eyes, but he struggles to hide the way the corners of his lips are twitching into a cheeky grin.
You tap your pen against the paperwork you're filling out, which was actually his paperwork that he pleaded with you to do, and roll your eyes. “No. You come here.”
He doesn't even argue, too caught up in what he really wants to share with you. He bounds over to your desk, pushes your chair back, and sits sideways over your lap. You let out a slight oof as he settles in, but your hands still wind around his waist.
“Notice anything different about me?” he purrs.
Your hands trace up and down his waist as you furrow your brows in thought. It doesn't seem like he's gotten his hair cut, and it looks like the same blindfold you'd just washed last night, and he hasn't painted his nails or gotten laser hair removal or gotten his already blinding teeth whitened further.
“No,” you shrug. “What is it?”
He huffs. “I’ll give you a hint.”
He leans forward, connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and languidly, and although it's tempting to force your tongue through his shiny pink lips, you do resist.
He pulls away with a final peck. “Get it now?”
You still don't. “New toothpaste?”
“We share toothpaste, silly!” He huffs, knocking his forehead against your cheek. “Okay, one more hint.”
He places a kiss on your nose. Then another, and another, until your eyes are finally widening in realisation.
“New lip balm,” you say. He grins.
“Yes! You're so smart, baby.”
That explains the rosy tint to his lips, then. You bring a finger up, tracing along the slight sheen. “Pretty.”
“Okay, okay. Now guess the flavour.”
You hum, tilting your face towards his, your nose brushing against his lips very slightly. He doesn't resist the urge to give you another kiss, leaving the slightest pink shimmer on your skin.
You narrow your eyes, your stare wandering around the room as you think. “It's sweet.”
“Yep!” Satoru grins, his blindingly white teeth glinting from the corner of your eyes. “Guess!”
You sniff again, then once more. “Cherry.”
He squeals, wrapping his arms around your head and squeezing you to him. “You're so smart! My smart baby. You've earned another kiss.”
“Duh,” you smile, tilting your head up to meet his lips as they push against yours. It's a slow, affectionate kiss, and you can feel your fiancé's smile against your lips, drinking in all the things you feel for him but are too prideful to say.
You're so cute.
He pulls away, leaning his head atop yours, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. “I need to keep my lips soft for you,” he sighs, answering your question before you can even say it.
You hum. “Thoughtful.”
⟶ let you break my heart again
cw:: i have never written angst like this before. gn!reader, reader is MEAN in this one, reader implied to be an english speaker, reader gets drunk? satoru + reader met at jujutsu high
Satoru Gojo is not a coffee drinker.
It’s bitter, it's either scalding hot or biting cold, and in your words, “it tastes like dirt.”
He remembers the way he laughed in agreement last year when you muttered that under your breath, consequence of sneaking a sip of Nanami’s coffee. He remembers looking at you, his cheeks flushed and his words all airy. And he can't scrub from his mind the way you didn't spare him a glance.
Satoru Gojo hates coffee. But after a long night of entertaining a drunken you, he needs something to propel him through the day. And cocaine is illegal.
His eyes follow you around the staff room. Rubbing your temples and groaning, snapping at anyone who dares to speak.
“Someone’s hungover,” he smirks.
“Shut up,” you hiss. “Your voice is so grating.”
He shuts up, and pretends you didn't say that. He shuts up and pretends you don't always say that. He shuts up and pretends he doesn't spend night after night picking you up from a bar, completely wasted, or dropping you off to a date, or picking you up from some fling’s apartment at 7am.
On days when the staff room is silent, he allows himself a fleeting moment to close his eyes and picture you. He dreams of the thirteen-year long softness with which he can't help but afford you, and he lets himself fantasise that once, just once, you'll turn around and return his lovesick smile.
But on days like this, he presses his lips together in a fine line and ignores the sympathetic glance Shoko spares him.
He wonders what it is about him that is so unappealing. Nursing a whiskey at some dive bar, he slurs out his troubles to a sympathetic barkeep.
“Girls like me. I get asked out all the time. But she doesn't want me, and I don’t know why!” He wants to scream, or cry, or laugh, but he's not sure which and he slumps over the bar and barely catches his glass before it goes tumbling over. “I don't want the other fish in the fucking sea. I want her. She’s the prettiest fish.”
No one comes to pick him up.
Some days you're sweet on him. You throw him a bone. You send him songs in English that he doesn't understand, but he listens to the melody and the gibberish lyrics and he finds pieces of you in the songs.
[satoru gojo]: good song
[satoru gojo]: i like your taste in music ;)
Read, 11:06PM.
On other days you pick him up as the unforgiving sun is setting. You drive, asking him about his day, letting him ramble about his students, or vent about the higher ups, or tell you about this super funny thing Nanami did as though you weren't there.
He turns his head away from you as he finishes speaking, and he's glad he wears a blindfold as it catches his tears.
He downs the rest of his coffee, shuffling over on the couch to give you room to sit next to him.
“Thanks for picking me up last night,” you mumble, picking at your nails. You refuse to make eye contact, which is just as well because he'd hate for you to see the wide-eyed stare he's subjecting you to.
“... No problem.”
⟶ takuma x childhood best friend!reader (college au) part:: 1/?
⟶ u know i had to live up to my username!! masterlist can be found here
cw:: fem!reader, assume typos r purposeful lol
tags:: @candy-s72 @loveyislost @cottonlemonade @sorenflyinn
chuuo3o: WWYD if i suddenly turned into a cockroach ‼️‼️⁉️ chuuo3o: who made this.
trope reversal "nice to everyone and only mean to their beloved" aka "autistic person who masks in public and the one person they can let it down around"
i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.
I just discovered that the Japanese Sonic twitter does a thing called sonic pict where they post a piece of official artwork every so often (monthly?) and I’m in love <3
They’re gorgeous and such lovely little insights into the daily lives of some of these characters!
⟶ satoru x baking hobbyist!reader (college au) part:: 1/?
⟶ surprise!! it's a smau ;P this is part of a larger series inspired by the amazing brilliant insanely talented @reignpage n u can find my masterlist here !
cw:: i've never made a smau before, ignore typos im lazy
reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die