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i like the thought of you never having been a sunglasses person before meeting satoru. not for fashion or for function.

before, the sun would be blazing overhead — and you’d still squint stubbornly rather than slide on the extra one you carry for him in your purse.

you used to say they made you feel like you were trying too hard to be cool, like you were pretending to be someone you weren’t (satoru definitely picks up on the way you inadvertently call him cool).

then, as fate would have it — satoru comes blazing into your life like the big fireball that is the sun itself. both blinding and impossible to ignore.

and of course, he wears sunglasses out like they are glued permanently to his skin.

but somewhere along the way, you find yourself wearing them too. you don’t know how — it simply just happened. maybe after a late night in bed when he wordlessly places his own shades on you just to see how they’d look and you’re too tired to fight it.

maybe then is when you finally start making use of the spare. and not just occasionally. always. and only bc it helped block out the annoying light. no other reason (you like to tell yourself).

and satoru notices.

he pretends he doesn’t at first. just grins with that usual cocky tilt of his head. but he definitely notices. especially when you pull an old pair of his from your purse mid walk and slip them on in sync with him.

the first time it happens, he pauses mid stride. blinks. then stares at you for a second longer than necessary before smirking.

“is that my influence i see?” satoru murmurs, failing to hide the swelling in his chest that is a mixture of pride and absolute joy — bc he already knows the answer.

“careful, sweets.” he points at your face with a serious tone like he’s warning you. “next thing you know, you’ll be walking around telling everyone you’re the strongest too.”

you roll your eyes behind the lenses, adjusting your purse over your shoulder. but the way you fidget with the strap betrays your nerves. you wonder if he thinks you look good in them. but you don’t ask.

instead you say, “oh, please. you wish.”

later that night when you’re asleep, he traces the arm of your sunglasses where they sit on the nightstand beside his. lined up perfectly — like they belong together.

and he smiles.

not his big, theatrical grin. but the smaller, softer one. the one meant only for you. bc you wear sunglasses now. and without ever saying it, you’re telling him he’s changing you in ways that stay.

and you’re letting him.

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i always look like i’m smirking when i smile and satoru loves it i look so devious LMFAO

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satoru blowing raspberries between your breasts is so canon to me

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the dramatic shift in my behavior the past few days with satoru first i wanted to cry in his arms and now i want to cry on his cock the duality of me

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first meeting satoru and using that performative giggle the first few times before switching to the cackle when you bag him but it doesn’t turn him off he wants you even more bc your laugh (and you) is crazy

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want to startle that boy (satoru) so bad by tackling him and ravishing the hell out of his mouth while he goes flustered beneath me, letting out an “mmph?!” in confusion with his hands hovering over my waist like he doesn’t know where to touch or what to do until he finally flutters his eyes shut and gives in with a persistent delicate pink flush on his face

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meow meow meow

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will literally fatten satoru up so he doesn’t leave me

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It’s romantic to think that every version of me was made to be with every version of you. It’s romantic to think that our love crosses universes and traverses timelines and that we were always meant to be, that nothing could keep us apart. It’s a beautiful concept. But imagine if we were never meant to fall in love. Imagine if every conceivable universe wanted us to remain apart, but it was our own free will that brought us together. Imagine if we, in this timeline, were the only versions of ourselves to become what we are. That we were never meant to be, but we carved our own paths to each other. That our love was stronger than all the force of the universe. Maybe it was always going to be me and you. But maybe it was never going to be me and you and then it was anyway. Because of us.

- you changed me. we changed each other. and maybe the whole world, too.

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can’t help but think of demon satoru who takes possession of you

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the way satoru looks at you on your wedding day

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[ voicemail ]

“hi, you have reached the gojo residence — satoru and i were just about to take a nap togeth—” (in the background, muffled, satoru’s voice): “nap? that’s what we’re calling it now?” (laughter): “satoru, i’m recording—!” (him, clearer now): “mmh, let ‘em know we’re busy. very busy.~” (a soft gasp)

[ beep ]

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thinking about a kaichou wa maid-sama nerdtoru au . . .

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ever since i was a child i knew i’d never want to get married or have kids of my own but the moment i met satoru he immediately changed that and he is the only man whom i would alter that mindset for

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how i feel about satoru

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 — part of loving satoru

“satoru. you’re mine, okay?”

you murmur the words softly and reverently out of the blue, chin resting on his bare chest as you peer up at him through your lashes.

the two of you lay in your own sweat and cum on the bed, basking in the afterglow, skin to skin.

and you wait. but instead of his usual committed responses — satoru just hums. a lazy and awfully pleased sound. his half lidded eyes locked on you with that infuriatingly amused glint.

you frown.

“you’re supposed to agree or say it back. that’s how this works.”

“uh huh,” he replies, totally unfazed.

“…”

“what?” satoru blinks, feigning innocence.

your eyes narrow. “oh, i see. it’s fine when you say ridiculous things like ‘i’ll die if you leave the bed,’ but when i say you’re mine — suddenly you go mute?”

“is it so wrong that i want you to be the one desperate for my attention for once?”

you pout. “that’s different. you’re always begging for it.”

satoru snorts — because you’re not exactly wrong. and he could never deny you. it’s quiet for a moment — until his arms slide around you tighter, grounding in a way that makes your breath catch just slightly.

“…you’re my woman,” he whispers in your ear like a secret.

you giggle — a little too fast and giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush — cheeks warming as his expression flickers from serious to smug all over again. his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile — but he fails.

“now give me a kiss,” he leans in close to your face — “or are you gonna make me beg for that too?”

“tempting…” you tease, but your lips are already brushing his with a delighted sigh.

and satoru hums again — this time, both of you satisfied and getting exactly what you want.

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sorry but cum tributes will never not be sexy…