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Am I the only me who thinks Gojo isn’t a twink?This may be controversial but when society finds out about a new word or it becomes trendy people take it and run with it. *Cough cringe cough* the definition of twink is “An attractive, boyish-looking, young gay man. The stereotypical twink is 18-22, slender with little or no body hair, often blonde, dresses in club wear even at 10:00 AM, and is not particularly intelligent.” According to urban and the description does not fit for Satoru. He’s smart, muscular and is literally 30 I also thinks he’s just a stylish dresser I wouldn’t exactly call his style club, maybe old money? I’ve seen stuff like this in communities before where a silly guy who’s unapologetically himself and isn’t the stereotypical alpha male or manly man be called gay. *cough Joseph Joestar cough* and it’s quite sad. This is what’s wrong with society today, no one can be themselves without a label being thrown on them. If a guy likes flowers he’s gay, if a girl doesn’t want to date she’s AroAce, if two girls hold hands their lesbians. You’re allowed to live life without a label, you can like what you like and be who you want without a label. A man liking pink or flowers and not being a manly man doesn’t make him gay, he’s properly just a soft boy that exudes gentle masculinity. Two girls who are real close and are best friends aren’t lesbians, they’ve probably just always been together since early childhood and have become inseparable since then. I’m not trying to be controversial or cause problems but I’m just saying I think it’s kinda disrespectful to just assume someone’s sexuality or gender orientation by how they act or dress especially if they have stated or implied otherwise. There are men who wear makeup and still like and date girls. I saw a guy on YouTube who was wearing natural makeup say he wears makeup bc he was insecure of his dull skin so his girlfriend taught him how to do natural glowy makeup and they’re still happy and together. Some women (including myself) wear men’s boxers and are still straight and like guys not everything needs to be stereotypical.

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Just thought I’d add this here since I forgot when I was writing this.

(Yall wouldn’t believe the amount of people I’ve seen shame guys just for having a skincare routine 💀. Apparently wanting good skin is only feminine 🙄)

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Repost of Zayne bc I accidentally deleted it 🙄

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Sylus❤️. Him singing happy birthday actually made me giggle he tried and it was so cute. My off singing baby.

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Rafayel I swear was trying to serenade me 😂. I’m not even a Rafayel girlie but this was really sweet 🩵

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Xavier wishing me a happy birthday 🤍

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"Hey, Satoru, love" You call walking into the living room.

"Yes, my snookie pookie, love of my life." In a matter of seconds, he is already hugging you from behind.

You laugh at his antics. "So, I was doing the laundry..."

"Baby, I don't know who she is!" Satoru cries into your ear. "If anything, they're probably mine!"

You blink, processing his declaration. You move from the hug and just stare at him for a few seconds.

You open your mouth to speak, then close it. Then open it again. "Ok, no...I don't even know where to start. Just going to store that away for later. I was going to say, I was doing the laundry and noticed you're missing a lot of socks"

Now it's Satoru's turn to be confused "No I'm not"

"Yes you are, you have like one one pair of every sock." To prove your point, you drag Satoru into your shared room. On the bed were socks of every color and pattern, but no two were the same.

"Oh!" Satoru laughs."Nothing is missing. It's supposed to be like this"

"Explain"

"I like my socks to be as unique and fun as me," He says proudly, without a hint of shame. "So whenever I buy new socks, I always throw out one pair. Then mix and match the remaining ones." You hold your hand to your mouth and stare at him, trying to understand his logic.

"But why not give me the other pair?" You ask.

Satoru's eyes widen and he slaps he forehead. "You're so right! Then WE could be each other's missing pair!"

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Domesticity is a privilege, and privilege is attracted to Gojo Satoru.

Wait we might need to reiterate that. Because if privilege is attracted to Satoru, and being domestic with the love your life is a privilege — how come he hasn't attracted that wishful life yet!?

I mean he's already privileged (in capitalistic and aesthetic sense), he is hopelessly in love with you, so by default next outcome in this equation must be—you, him, and your cats, chilling in your bed. Just watching the rerun of your overwatched favourite show while the cats cuddle up to you two.

Now the only problem is despite being capitally and aesthetically blessed by default, the whole wooing the love of your life thing doesn't happen by staring at them from a distance while making up little scenarios in your head —how your first date would go, your first kiss, what if you met back in high school, meeting the parents, getting their blessings, getting married, and adopting two cats.

You might call him pathetic, but do not worry his friends do not shy away from voicing that fact out every two seconds. Because every two seconds he's letting out a big sigh and going "y/n would like that." or,

"y/n should try this."

"y/n"-

You get the gist of it. Really- thoughtful of him.

So this brings us here, THE Gojo Satoru sitting on the curb of the sidewalk infront of your building. With a bouquet in his hands, decked up in a three piece (probably Italian) custom suit, tie is tied rather not how a tie should be tied. But it works for him. Everything works for him.

Now do not take him for a creep! He's a gentleman of the highest stature. Gojo is actually waiting here for you for that date he secured with you after graciously asking you (practically begging you and with the help of Geto Suguru who made the dire mistake of introducing you to him in the first place).

"Satoru? What are you doing here?"

That is a valid question to have, to walk up to your building, exhausted after work and to see your date sitting outside your building, on the sidewalk nonetheless. Isn't he loaded? Where is his car even?

"Oh I was waiting for you! What are you doing out so late?" At this point he got up to stand face to face with you (took a lot of courage for him to do that!).

"I had to do overtime and, no, wait. Why are you waiting for me at 2 AM?

"Oh you know to pick you up for our date!"

"Satoru. That is tomorrow. I am supposed to see you at 4 PM tomorrow. Were you planning on to camp out here all night? where is your car??" (my concern as well)

"First of all- I got too excited and I couldn't sleep. sooooo-" he stretches it on, what's about to come next couldn't possibly be any better.

"So I thought I'd put on the suit I bought for our date! Then I thought hmm well now if I sleep in this it'll get creases and I won't have much time to get it ironed. Then I saw the flowers, I was growing to give you, sort of wilting away. And I couldn't possibly give you dead flowers for our first date! And I was waiting in my car, then it got towed away, and-"

"STOP."

What do you even do in this situation? Tell him to go home? How is he going to do that with practically no public transport working at this hour and his car gone. Even you barely caught the last train home. I mean any other individual would get weirded out, get angry, and upset. But you, well,

"How about instant ramen and a movie for a first date, on my couch?"

I suppose you are attracted to Gojo Satoru just as much as privilege is attracted to him. And oh what a privilege it is to be loved and to be wanted like that one soft blanket you just want to snuggle up into at the end of the day.

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Winter nights with Satoru, where despite the cold weather you'd sleep in just your underwear and a tank top. the reason entirely being satoru's like your own personal heater. Even assuming he will keep his hands to himself, or use a seperate blanket, or sleep on your respective sides of the bed—that's practically blasphemy. satoru would rather you take a dagger and stab him in his chest infinite times, until his blood and tears become one with betrayal and his love for you.

so you've essentially given up, taking precautions by turning off the heater before going to bed, sleeping in minimal clothing, especially the kind which is easy to peel off. because you better believe despite all the measures you take, you'll be sweating. summers are the worst. the air conditioner has nothing on this buring hot man (in more ways than one).

winters are no exception, which was evident from the sweat patch forming in your underarms. satoru is practically tangled up with your limbs like an octopus who's clutched up your hands and refuses to let go. his right arm smooshed under your right side, and his forearm curls at your ribs and goes all the way to your left side of the waist to grab on. you'd never understand how his limbs work really being a giant and built like jelly while being crazy strong goes against whatever explanation biology could ever come up with. his left hand, buried inbetween in thighs. his is face buried in the crook of your neck, gently snoring away next to your ears. yes this man practically has to sleep like he wants to make a skinsuit of himself and wrap himself around you otherwise, you're gonna get a gojo satoru moping around at work with dark circles under his eyes. this is the only time he gets decent amount of deep sleep.

honestly, at this point making attempts to get away from him is useless, the weighted blanket he insisted on buying (a necessity he called it), making it further impossible for any chance of fleeing.

but there was a way! right around 3 am every night—you noticed this after you get woken up from his heat around 2 am and lay there rendered unable to sleep—he stirs around. you do not frankly know the exact reasoning being this occurrence happening at such particular timing everyday, you simply do not ask questions and only thank whatever is out there helping you out. because lying in your own pool of sweat for an hour is exhausting. so around this time he would move around and switch the side he would be lying on. and you'd think oh great he'll let go then!

wrong. whatever Freud said about human subconscious might just be right, cause when he turns over, it takes him less than 5 secs to realize you're not there—skin to his skin—so he would turn back over, take you with him, tight in his arms again, to turn you over to the other side and continues holding onto you like a Koala bear. first time this happened you got scared he's gonna throw you off the bed or something. but now you've mastered the trick of slipping away at just the right window frame between him stirring around and grabbing you back to turn you over with him.

you'd slip out and head to the bathroom to maybe get a wet towel and wipe away the sweat and wash your face. sit down and catch a breath because, satoru would come looking for you in meantime, with his eyes still closed, a big definate pout adorning his face, and hair sticking everywhere—

"come back to bed sweets"

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This came while I was playing C.ai but I can still see this happening. Whenever Satoru is feeling vulnerable whether physically or emotionally he puts up his infinity to confine in. He doesn’t have anyone to comfort him so he seeks solace in his infinity. It’s cold and isolating but it’s protective nothing can harm him in his own personal bubble but he still yearns for warm hugs and whispered words of love and comfort something his infinity can’t provide for him.

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Reblog if you're a cuddler.

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Gojo's the type to spoil the hell out of his girlfriend. I'm talking the works.

He just got done with a mission and he hasn't seen you in a week. What better way than to celebrate with a nice dinner date with his pretty lady?

So he goes to the store and gets you flowers, then he goes to the clothes store you like and gets that dress you were eying the other day. And then he goes and pick you up for a suprise date night.

He has all this money and isn't spending it on anything so it'd be a crime not to spend it on you.

He defiantly likes to spend money but when it comes to you you could barley glance at something and it's already getting brought to the cashier.

He would go out on midnight store runs if you were craving something in thr middle of the night. He can teleport for a reason.

Also headcannon that he'd do spa nights with you, something is keeping him that pretty. I'm talking the full skin care routine, nails being painted, hair being done. He'd sit there cuddling with you while you eat take out and watch movies while you wear face masks.

I love the idea of him showing you off because he just loves you so much and how could he not. His students know you by name from how much this man yaps. Especially Megumi cuz you're practically his mom, which he's totally fine with because you are bearable unlike Gojo.

Gojo wouldn't let you raise a finger to do work, how could he call himself the strongest if his lady had to do work. He'd let you help if you really really wanted to but would be all pouty the whole time.

Megumi deifently learns how to treat a girl (or boy you know. Cough cough itafushi) right because of watch you and Gojo.

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Crawling back to you

It had been weeks since you’d seen Gojo. He was called away on a mission awhile back and unfortunately you both knew it was going to be a long one. When you decided to marry him it was a big deal to him that you knew what burdens came with his line of work.

“I’m so sorry baby, i’ll come back home to you even if I have to crawl.” Gojo wanted nothing more than to spend his every waking moment of his life with you, but you knew it wasn’t possible. His words are bittersweet when reminiscing on them. you’d been in situations much like this one yet, it never got easier to say bye to him.

Gojo would spend hours holding you before his missions, because he didn’t know if it would be the last one he went on or not.

Yes, your husband is the modern age’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer, but that doesn’t mean he’s immortal.

When he’s away you try your hardest to occupy the lonely time by visiting friends, delving into a fun new tv series, or just simply spend time tidying up the house and doing “wifely” duties so your man would come home to a familiar environment.

After spending another day doing mundane tasks you decided to call it a night. Your phone call with Gojo had lasted only a few minutes but in that time he had told you “I’m sorry sweetheart, it doesn’t look like i’m going to be home any time soon.” To which you replied with your best comforting tone, “It’s okay, I know how much they need you there so just stay safe and come home when you can.”

It was hard staying positive with these difficult circumstances. All you wanted was to feel your husband in bed with you again and take care of him since he’d probably neglected himself to care of the younger sorcerers. It doesn’t matter what anyone said about your husband, he may crack jokes and tease people incessantly but he had a heart of gold underneath it all.

When you got out of the shower it was like any other night. Slipping on one of your husband’s larger shirts, (cliche you know!) pulling on a fresh pair of underwear, drying your hair, filling up your favorite water bottle, and turning on some silly movie for noise. At the beginning of your relationship with Gojo he had honestly found it a little annoying that you’d do so much before bed seeing as all he wanted to do was snuggle into you. But fortunately he came around to your little ritual with ease! Actually he would join you in filling up his water bottle even if he never drank from it, helping you pick a movie, and even brushing your hair for you when you were too tired.

All Satoru wanted so badly was to be a man that could provide for you. He craved to know you had needs that he met and would drive himself mad doing anything and everything you asked him to. It was just his way of showing love aside from teasing you of course.

The moment your head hit the pillow you were sound asleep. So when your husband eventually walks into your shared bedroom it’s a shock to feel a warm and strong body envelope yours. “W-wha-“

Gojo presses his lips into your head as you shift in his arm, confused at the new body in your bed. “Shh baby, it’s me it’s me.” He presses another kiss into you before you’re sitting up quickly, looking down at your husband.

“‘Toru?” You rub your eyes softly to get a better look at him. He’s handsome as ever, worn around the edges from being in a hostile environment but still that striking man you married. “yes ma’am?” is all he responds with before you’re sinking you head into his chest. Both your arms wrap around his waist the best you can in bed while he places both of his large hands on either side of your face, holding your gaze with the same gentleness you fell in love with when you’d met him.

“How are you home!? Y-You told me it wasn’t going to be anytime soon!” Small tears flood down your cheeks at the overwhelming situation. Gojo coos at you and wipes the tears that fall with the rough pads of his thumbs.

He places a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his chest and holding your body. “Oh don’t cry baby, i’m sorry I didn’t call you before I got home. Nanami called and said he would take over on the case since he knew i’d been stationed for so long. From there it’s been a whirlwind of constant moving to get back to you.”

Your head shakes frantically as you mesh closer into his body. “No don’t be sorry! M’ just glad t’have you home, are y’ hungry? Do you need me to do anythin’?” Sleep was etched into every word you spoke, your sentences running together.

Above you Gojo laughs and tightens his grip on you. “All I need is you in this bed with me, tucked against my chest, sleeping safely. We can worry about the rest in the morning.”

Lastly, one of the best parts of Gojo coming home isn’t just the sweet words he whispers to you before falling asleep. One of the best parts is when he seems to always wake up before you just to pull your panties down your bare legs so he can gently place your legs over his shoulders and dive into your cunt. Weeks have gone by without him being able to satisfy you and that’s the first thing on his mind when he sees your sleeping face.

He’s laps away at the slick arousal he pulls from your body like a starved man. You write above him and nothing beats hearing your sleep thick voice moaning his name while your hands pull the silky strands of his hair. “Hush baby. Let your husband do his job and make you feel good. She’s been such a good girl waiting for me to come home and take care of her.”

It doesn’t take an idiot to recognize he’s not talking to you. No. He’s taking to your pussy and fuck if it doesn’t make you want to jump his bones more than you already wanted to.

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Lap Baby!

One thing about Satoru Gojo is his sweet girlfriend is such a baby when it comes to being all over him. There’s never a moment where she isn’t trying to crawl in his lap to snuggle up close in his arms while he laughs and makes jokes about her not giving him any personal space. But honestly, how could you blame her when he’s just so HIM! All long legs, rich cologne, and of course money he uses to spoil his sweet baby down right heinously.

On the other hand if you tried to get up he would physically hold you down or force you back into his arms. “I never said you had to get up.” Is all he says before tucking your head under his jaw and rubbing your back. Gojo was never the type to push his girl away, because truth be told he’s just as needy as she is.

In public you’re the same way and he loves it. At a restaurant? You sit so close to him your thighs teeter on the edge of his big leg and the seat. Might as well be in his lap and he’d shoot down stares from anyone if he saw them.

Driving somewhere? You lay your head over the console and whine until his hand is rubbing the curve of your hip. A small chuckle emits from him, and he keeps that hand on you. A few light hearted teases here and there before leaning down at a red light and sweeping your lips with his tongue.

His favorite though, is when you’re at home in bed, and you crawl under his clothes to press closer to him. This usually results in him taking his shirt off so you can feel his skin without stretching his clothes out. Not that he cares! To him it’s no big deal to go out and buy new shirts if it pleased you.

Gojo Satoru’s precious lap baby who can’t help herself! Shes just so needy that she wants to sink into his skin. How could anyone not when he’s just a big hunk of man that dotes on her 24/7?

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Satoru who hates seeing his sweetheart in pain but doesn’t know how to help. “I’ll do anything baby, just tell me what you want and i’ll do it.”

You wiggle and groan all over the bed. “I d-don’t know!” Small hiccups sound out from your lips as Satoru gets an idea. He makes his way down the bed to where your legs are, putting them both in his lap and kneading the soft flesh.

Almost instantly your crying calms down. Soft “hmms” of relief erupt from deep in your chest.

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Satoru always hates when guys tell their friends “Oh you’re so pussy whipped dude” because honestly that just means he’s taking care of his girl right.

Like he doesn’t understand how wanting to keep his girlfriend happy means he’s pussy whipped? He’d do anything you said if it meant watching a smile spread across your gorgeous face even for just a second.

If you mentioned even ONCE you felt like date nights were few and far between, oh you better believe he’ll have a whole night planned immediately. There is no limit to the things your man would do if it so pleased you. Fuck what those lame ass guys had to say! It’s clear that they’ve never had the touch of a woman in their lives so why should he care what they think when his baby is so good to him.

Furthermore, you never pass up the opportunity to thank him on how he doesn’t let you want for anything. Truth be told; Satoru knows he is “whipped” but for now he’ll just defend himself by pointing out other guys lack of respect for their girls.

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gojo is met with a small slap to his face. one that wakes him up from his stupor, head swiveling around with barely open eyes. his first instinct is to grab for you, but the only thing he feels is a tiny, plump stomach.

when he opens his eyes wider, his infant daughter is laid next to him, sucking on her favorite binkie. her tiny hand is raised in the air.

you’re laying on the other side of her, passed out and face barely visible from beneath the pillow. he sighs and turns his body towards his daughter. “why are you hitting daddy, hm?” he asks, voice groggy and quiet so he won’t wake you. he knows how you are when you get woken up. “am i snoring again?”

his daughter simply blinks.

he can’t help but smile, pulling her close and laying her on his chest. “fine, fine. i’ll be quiet. it’s too late for you though, little munchkin. go to sleep so daddy can put you to bed.”

his daughter nuzzles her small face into his neck, causing her father to sigh wistfully. he feels himself going back to dreamland, face relaxing.

not even two minutes later, he’s snoring like a hog.

he’s awoken by another smack, harder this time.

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