#alr put this as a post bc i know im gna end up maxing the tags 😭😭

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t the softest descriptions on the plane of thIS EARTH !!! oh GOD !!! 🥺 i am sniFFLING !! u know i’m a sucker for this !!!! 🥺

ok first: he is such a whiNY cLINGY BABY AND i love that abt him 🥺 squish his annoying cheeks and kiss him !!!!! & he complains so much and that little detail u put is just !!! so satoru i am squealing !!! and he misses u while ure right there 🥺 wants ur attention on him not on ur book 🥺 n he doesnt even make u finish speaking !! u got him down . TO A T !!!! (hihi 🤭)

that lil “oh eeewwugh . . i’m so sweaty,” rlly made me go omG !!!! I can hear him 😭😭 WHY IS HE LIKE THAT !!!!! (I want to kiss him so he shuts up)

and the little spittle detail !!!!! omfg 🤧 he rlly is like a baby . drool and everything .

“you are the only one to see him like this in the morning: all not what people says he is and yet he doesn’t hide it one bit from you.” <- oh this !! i love this 🥺 how everything he is with you is rlly just meant for you 🥺

and the little small intimacies !!! the smoothening his brows !!! the details t!!! the details !!! “every inch of you is soft but not without good measure. you still stand up for yourself and sometimes your feet walk a little too much and he can feel the callouses on the balls of your feet when you accidently shock him under the duvet.” <- it’s so vivid!!! + that whole paragraph abt softness that follows after too 🥺🥺 the laughing one got to me !!! N the fact that he buys big stocks of ur strawberries bc that’s just how he is !!! showers u w all the love his heart can possibly give 🥺

and the kiss !!! oh my goodness !!!! how it escalates !!! 🥵 the chasing of riko and the stingrays and to suguru and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 when hE SAYS “you love me, huh?” i was screAMING !!!! how dare he !!! when he knows it already !!!

the heat the heat the heat !!!!!!

“i love you,” it’s a whisper against your lips and you have influenced so much of satoru that he is also soft,” then this 🥺 i mELTED !!! RIGHT THERE the fact that ur love has changed him 🥺 and that u still love him the same 🥺🥺

“he can taste the tiramisu from yesterday on your lips, and you can taste his intoxicating smile.” Ugh t u rlly killed it w the details w this one !!!! 1k but packed with such rich !!! imagery !!! felt like i saw years worth of memories 🥺

AND THAT LAST BIT OMF DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the i do and the vision and the aisle and white 😭😭😭 i cry at wedding videos so u BET i cried at that line too 😭😭

thank u for writing this my dear lovely baby t !! i know u r wary abt ur fluff pieces bc the unfortunate truth is that sex sells ! 🤧😭🤧😭🤧 but i will rb this as much times as needed to get it as hiGH UP THERE 😤😤 i loVE SOFT PIECES LIKE THIS !!! esp with how uve written it this way 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank u for tagging me !!! all my kissies and lovies to u !!!!

fluff today! about 1k <3 domestic mornings (afternoons) with satoru always my fav to write about. pls support this as much as my smut works ty 💟 !! / @crysugu @hyomagiri @satohruu @shotorus

by now, it’s late in the afternoon so much so that you’re sure the blinds are hot to the touch from the harsh rays of Amaterasu and her blessings of another bright, hot day. it’s normal in tokyo to wake up to warm sheets and a throat desperate for some water but you’ve learned to avoid it by setting an earlier alarm — take a morning shower, make some tea and grab a book.

satoru, not so much.

he likes to whine a lot when he first stirs, a plethora of sounds that leave him at how he can’t feel your warmth in his arms (“you’d be complaining even more about the heat if i was, you idiot.”), sometimes about the morning being too bright (“mister, it is twelve thirty-four right now.”) and mostly about sweat. today he decides to do all three.

gojo mumbles something incoherent when you accidentally nudge your legs into his, a childish whine how he missed you. “baby, i’m right h—”

“yeah, but . . oh, jesus christ,” his voice is awfully loud when he complains about the rays. “why is it so bright?”

“sun—”

and like always, in classic gojo satoru fashion, he never really lets you finish.

“oh eeewwugh . . i’m so sweaty,” your boyfriend has reached full consciousness by now and if it wasn’t the morning perhaps you’d think he was drunk from how dramatic he was being.

“you literally live in a penthouse, stupid, just go take a shower in one of your bathrooms.” and you go right back to your story. at the corner of your eye you can hear him pouting, crawling up to you and resting his chin on your thighs as he reads the synopsis of your book. satoru blows a raspberry, which you can feel on your hand and the spittle from his mouth makes you sigh; you think it’s due time to give your boyfriend some attention.

“story sounds boring,” you roll your eyes and put it to the side and the reveal of his stupidly cute face almost makes you cave. there’s a deep frown on his face because you’re insulting him so early in the morning and thinking your book is better than him, when really you’re just trying your best to reach your quota before book club saturday. eventually, you do give in after reading the starting sentences of chapter 18 over and over again and frankly digesting nothing, thinking only now of his body wash on your body.

it hasn’t exactly sunk in how you manage to be dating the gojo satoru, with all his cheeky smiles and inappropriate jokes (and timing too), that you are the only one to see him like this in the morning: all not what people says he is and yet he doesn’t hide it one bit from you. why is there any need to?

it’s you.

“don’t frown, ’toru,” you mumble, fingers that were previously turning pieces of paper now smoothen out the furrow of his eyebrows and the tautness of his expression. they’re soft against his skin, and while he’d like to commend it to the body wash he uses he thinks it’s just because it’s you. every inch of you is soft but not without good measure. you still stand up for yourself and sometimes your feet walk a little too much and he can feel the callouses on the balls of your feet when you accidently shock him under the duvet.

you are soft in the way you feel against him, whether it’s when you ask meekly for a kiss and when you hum under the scorching shower water as he lathers your body. you are soft when you laugh loudly and you have to squeeze his hand as you slap his back with the other, and other times soft as you chastise him for buying yet another big stock of your favourite strawberries.

soft is strong, attractive in satoru’s book, because even when your love resembles the first breath of hypnos, it still pulls and tugs and yanks at his heart to drown in you like a siren luring a sailor; right into the depths of the darkening sea where he’d let you take him anywhere even if it meant travelling blind.

“done sulking?” you asked as a mutter, hands now cupping his cheeks that possibly hold all of gojo’s cracks and insecurities and feelings together. they bring him up gently, sweaty back now quelled momentarily with a strong draft from the windows and it’s like his soul reaches the highest point of existence like he did eleven years ago.

you kiss him gently, lips moving in tandem with his as your hands lose themselves over his body and you huff in surprise when he straddles you. long body hunching over yours as you chase his lips like riko after stingrays and you both after suguru and him after a reformed jujutsu society and—

“whew.” is all he says when he pulls away and you’re equally out of breath and gojo swiftly switches your positions. there’s a big grin on his face from the attention you finally give him, “you love me, huh?”

you roll your eyes again at the stupid, harmless comment, shutting him up effectively when you lean down again and kiss him rougher this time, feeling his wet palms span the expanse of your back and up your shirt. gojo sits up and you follow like choreography, moaning softly when he tugs you closer and suddenly you think you should’ve made yourself a cup of cold tea instead.

“i love you,” it’s a whisper against your lips and you have influenced so much of satoru that he is also soft, “i love you so goddamn much.” you nod back, pulling away lightly and you swear you see okinawa again in his irises. they look just as beautiful as the day he lost his youth and gained wisdom and you still love him the same.

“i love you more than my book, promise.” you quip, forehead against his and eyes mapping out each lagoon to pond to sea in the multiplying blues of his eyes — they seem only to do that when he’s with you.

“you better!” he laughs softly into your mouth and he can taste the tiramisu from yesterday on your lips, and you can taste his intoxicating smile. the absence of you, the sunlight and the heat doesn’t matter much to satoru now, and will settle for being soft in the sheets of cloud nine. satoru will make you forget about the tea you’ve woken up early to make and all the nuances of the characters of your book and maybe the slowly rotting strawberries (you might still eat them).

“you better . .” it’s like a plea the way he repeats it but his doubts are silenced once you mumble i do against his skin like a promise, a vow, and satoru then decides he cannot wait to see you from across an aisle.

yeah, soft laced white would love terribly beautiful on you.

♡