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[thewondrousdreamer]

thinking about play fighting your childhood best friend gojo satoru, because he took your phone after you got a message from another boy. you tackle and wrestle and somehow end up on the bed with you straddled on top of him, attempting to clasp both of his wrists and retrieve your phone. that is, until you feel something hot and hard pressed against you.

you pause.

“oh—“, your mouth hangs open and your face burns hot after a few seconds of inactivity and silence on your end, and the realization finally hits — that thing is his thing. “oh!”, you gasp.

the phone falls off satoru’s hand and lands on the bed. his empty hand now covering his eyes, the other one on top of it.

“uh, huh”, a muffled sigh makes it past his lips, relief and embarrassment sort of mixed and soaked in his timbre. the friction caused by you sitting on it basically makes it hard for him to hide the pleasure it’s giving him, but he’s also caught off guard — he didn’t want you to find out this way, that you excite him as more than just friends. “you often forget that we are not kids anymore, and that i am a man”

silence.

you need to say something, anything. but the words don’t come to you. you turn your head to the side, embarrassed too, while you keep sitting there, on his lap. brilliant logic, you think as you look back to this moment later on.

“it must be just a physical reaction because i am—“

he cuts you off, “because you’re sitting on it?”

“don’t put it like that!”

“i didn’t put it anywhere, sadly”

you roll your eyes.

“block that guy’s number and don’t talk to him, ever”

“and why would i do that?”

“because this”, his hips go up and down once, his hard-on stabbing against you more prominently, “is not just a simple physical reaction — and it’s been taking you ages to notice”

he moves his hands away. his big blue eyes out in the open again, staring at you. “look at me”, he grabs you softly by the chin and turns your head to face him. his other hand cupping yours and guiding it to the left of his chest. where his heart is, where it beats — fast.

“what i’m trying to say is, aside from that thing down there — this is also your fault”

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Okay but... I'm convinced that Gojo is the best cuddler ever.

Not only is he incredibly tall, but he also has big arms perfect for getting snug in. You can imagine he's the type that's naturally warm too.

It would take him quite a little while to get comfortable with physical touch. The man keeps his infinity up constantly after all. He's not used to feeling safe, or comfortable in the way he is with you.

But when he let's his guard down, he quickly becomes a cuddle fiend. Best believe the moment that man gets home he's scooping you up in his arms. Holding you melts the stress of the day away. And you can always tell he's had a bad meeting with the higher ups when he holds you extra tight.

Gojo is usually the big spoon, he likes to feel like he's protecting you. He often nuzzles his nose in your hair, and murmurs sweet compliments against you, telling you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. You've heard it all a thousand times, because he makes sure you know how loved you are. And yet, your heart still races every time.

Of course, there are also times where he's the small spoon. Usually this is prompted by you asking to be the big spoon. How could he ever say no to his perfect lover? You wrap around him like a backpack- or a koala, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades. He falls asleep in record time. Lulled by your velvet voice and warm compliments.

Sometimes, you lay on top of him, resting on his chest, while he holds you like a pillow. Gojos grip is firm in his sleep, it's like he's afraid to let you go. And when you shift around he murmurs in displeasure. He needs you there, needs to know you're not going anywhere. You're the best thing to ever happen to him, so he's diligent even in his sleep, making sure you stay.

And don't get me started on soft morning Gojo. All half lidded eyes and a sleepy smile, his hair is like a mess of cotton. His morning voice is super gravely, which elicits sweet giggles from your pretty lips. He might pretend and keep the voice for just a little longer than he needs to, all to see your smile.

Good luck getting up on time.

Divider by @aquazero

Not proofread if you point out my spelling errors I will cry.

Thank you for reading 🩵 Ily all ☆

[thewondrousdreamer]

I love this series so much. 🥰

❀ 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru

Falling in love despite a language barrier.

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[thewondrousdreamer]

love being big spoon for satoru love babying him love calling him sweet little names love making him blush and hum with content and ask for more affection i’d rip my heart out for you and hand feed it to you right then and there say no more baby

[thewondrousdreamer]

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 '𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙐' 𝘾𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀?

Satoru Gojo x reader.

What's a toru cuddle?

You and him both know what a toru cuddle is.

It's when he comes back from work literally 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 and the only thing that drags him home is the thought of a toru cuddle, you named it that.

He came back home with a big pout almost pushing all his lip out like a baby when it's about to cry, and you know what's about to happen, he's gonna plop his body on you and after 5 minutes he'll drag your ass to bed with him and put his whole weight on you 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵.

He must be rewarded with a kiss every 10 or 5 minutes because he worked really hard today and he tried to act nonchalant and cool which isn't him and he's exhausted, you shall praise him occasionally for what a good boy he's been and how he's so good at his job and to you. You can't call him Gojo Or Satoru, that isn't his name its toru because it sounds only right from your mouth you're the person closest to him, he is always wanting your warmth and loves how you never complain to him of being too clingy or too childish around you, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

All he wants is to enjoy life a little and forget about the horrible jujutsu society, you and your cuddles are his life source.

That's what a toru cuddle is, it's him and you 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

Comments are appreciated!!! ≧﹏≦

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gojo loves it when.. you snuggle up close to him, your soft, warm body curling into his side like a little plushy. when you rest your head against his shoulder, he feels his heart melt into a puddle. your hair smells like your shampoo, and he loves it, so much so that he can’t help but run his fingers through it, his thumb gently brushing over your scalp while he presses soft kisses on your forehead.

gojo loves it when.. you smile up at him, those big, wide eyes full of such affection and passion. your cheeks puff up a little when you giggle, your eyes crinkling when you smile, and it makes him laugh too. the sound of it so genuine and bright that it echoes in the air. sometimes, he can’t help but tease you, just a little, by ruffling your hair or calling you 'his sweetheart', only for you to jokingly swat his hand away and giggle even harder. it’s like a little game, and he is SO here for it.

gojo loves it when.. you reach for his hand, your fingers wrapping around his, he gets butterflies in his stomach— the way you look at him, with that sweet, beautiful gaze, makes his heart skip a beat. your small, gentle touch makes him feel like he’s found something rare, something precious, and he has.

gojo loves it when.. you laugh when he makes a silly joke or pulls a dumb face. he lives for that sound— it’s like the sweetest melody to his ears. he loves it when you do little things like play with his hair or give him a soft, lingering hug, that makes him feel all giddy inside.

but most of all.. gojo loves it when you just exist, because to him, you’re the cutest, most precious thing in his life. and when you do those simple, pretty things, it makes him fall a little harder for you every single day.

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satoru has a big loud mouth, he talks a lot. most of the time he is unserious and sometimes he’s insensitive with his words, but he’s rarely ever quiet. only when you speak he falls unusually silent and looks at you with tender, loving eyes and a gentle smile that he smiles only at you. leaning his cheek on his palm, watching the way your lips curl, open and then close as you speak each word, the way your expression changes depending on the topic, the way you gesture with your hands….he can’t get enough of it, enough of you. he might be quiet but his eyes are so loud, they tell the room how full of you his heart is. his gaze is so loud and intense that sometimes people stop hearing you, they stop listening. instead they hold their breaths and watch him watch you like you’re the source of his air and if he takes his eyes off of you he’ll suffocate

[thewondrousdreamer]

look at this baby 😭💖💖💖

[thewondrousdreamer]

just thinking about satoru being protective over you — his pregnant wife, but the thing is, it’s only been a week since you’ve found out and there is nothing in your appearance that indicates that there’s a part of him growing inside of you.

some things become normal, like him not leaving your side and determinedly ignoring the meetings with higher ups just so he could be by your side in case “something” happens, which only makes you shake your head in amusement because there is literally nothing that could happen. well, at least for now.

there’s a lot of things he does that amuse you, actually, like when satoru shushes his students because “the little one might be sleeping” and looking so innocent while doing it that you can’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek.

or when he decides that the steps might just be too hard for you to handle and swears to carry you whenever they are in the way. to which you roll your eyes and remind him to save it all for the time when you stop seeing your own feet. naturally, your husband only chuckles and lift you up, bringing you close to his chest and peppering your face with kisses as he muses about doing it regardless of the said fact.

he rests his hands on your belly and says that “it’s to keep the baby warm!” with that bright beam of his, which might just be true because his palms are so fucking warm and pleasant to have on.

gojo worries so so much, insisting that you don’t go to mission because you could end up getting hurt and no amount of reassurance is enough to convince him that you can handle yourself just fine. so he not so secretly follows you to the missions you do end up attending, threatening ijichi for information that should be confidential.

but what can he do?! you’re his precious wife, his love, the vessel of his heart and soul, and the future mother of his beautiful baby. he will do anything and everything to keep you safe, there is no point to him if he can’t even do that.

[thewondrousdreamer]

gojo loves it when you come up behind him and hug him. he will drop anything he was busy with just to turn around and hug you back.

he could be conversing with kids and you’d be behind him, and he just chuckles, asking for his students to wait a second, before he turns around and wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and kissing you, which elicits gagging sounds from nobara and yuuji, and a confused groan from megumi.

but you don’t have to necessarily hug him for him to shower you with his love; you could just call out to him from one side of the room or accidentally walk by and satoru is already by your side, abandoning whatever he was doing just so he could be in your space. make you laugh at something, make you swoon with his undeniable charm, make you melt into him just like he melts into you.

kiss you on your cheek, then do it again, then leave a wet trail until he reaches your lips and bite you, make you squeal and giggle, writhe in his hold because you can’t escape him, can’t escape his love. gojo won’t let you, he has to show you.

it’s okay if you aren’t the most affectionate person in the world too!! and if you show your love differently, then gojo will treat every time you do show him affection like a special occasion.

whenever you feel the overwhelming need to spoil gojo with your love, he is on cloud 9 and can for sure say that those are his favourite moments with you.

when you hold him to your chest and you gaze down at him with a look that only feeds into his desire to be cherished and adored, and you brush back his bangs and kiss his forehead, his brows, between them, his eyes, his rosy cheeks and his pinkish lips. teasing him about using your tinted lip balm and kissing it off of him whilst he just proudly declares that it looks better on him!

he loves to bask in your affections and satoru’s heartbeat is never ever stable when he does, even more so than his usual elevated heartbeat from just being in your presence.

[thewondrousdreamer]

Satoru is such a memory collector he cherishes every moment spent with me. We take pictures and videos of all our adventures together no matter how mundane they are. And as a yearly tradition every January 1st we print all our pictures out and scrapbook them as we laugh and reminisce over our shared memories while also being excited about our next adventures together. This is important for both of us as we both want something to always look back on.

[thewondrousdreamer]

In a modern Au Satoru would absolutely love teaching little kids like he would be the perfect preschool and kindergarten teacher. He loves teaching and loves kids especially little kids. He would make learning so much fun for them since he’s so goofy and playful. If there’s a student with special needs he would be so patient and kind towards them taking extra time to help them understand the lessons and try to make it easier for them to understand the things they don’t get. And in his free time he would most definitely be an athlete since he’s loves sports. His favorites would be baseball, basketball and boxing since he loves fighting so much.

[thewondrousdreamer]

the jjk men and your curly hair ೃ࿐

note: curly haired reader/and or poc reader, headcanons/vignettes of some of the jjk men and your curly hair, for my curly people hehe <3

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gojo who loves your curly hair because he says it makes you look like a disney princess. gojo who loves to play with your hair, he finds himself doing it without even thinking. coiling your curls into thick clumped ringlets as he twirls them around his fingers. he smiles as he hums, “think our kids will have your hair too? i hope they do.”

geto who loves to braid and style it for you, who learns how to cornrow and french braid in a week. who has you sat between his legs so he can part your hair and braid the prettiest and most perfect styles into it. his chest goes all warm when he sees you all ready for the day with braids in your hair he did. as he kisses your forehead he tells you “you’re the most perfect thing” he’s ever seen <3

nanami who takes time lovingly shampooing and conditioning it in the shower, letting your body fall against his as he conducts his tender worship. blow-drying it afterwards and growing rosy cheeked at the way your curls bounce as you saunter around the house in your robe. he pulls you close, with his eyes darkened, “let’s go to bed, shall we?”

choso who loves the scent of your hair products and loves it best when it’s out or in a claw clip/messy bun. choso whose eyes can’t leave your nape, as curls fall loosely out from your clip and kiss it. and as those sweet curls fall a little in your face, and your hair is held in a pretty bunch in that clip he bought you. he comes up from behind and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing needy kisses along your jaw, “darling, you’re so so pretty.”

toji who thinks your hair is super sexy, his cheeks even get a little pink when you’re straddling him and it tickles his skin. his confession to you goes a little like, him scowling at you a little and finding himself tongue tied for the first time in his life, “it’s that pretty face of yours, the curly hair! that mouth of yours that fuckin…” he sighs, “those lips.”

[thewondrousdreamer]

thinking of getting stuck in a small place for whatever reason with satoru and at first he’s cocky and he makes jokes and his white hair tickles your face as he overconfidently tells you you’ll get out in no time.

except time passes and you both begin to realise that you’re probably not getting out in a while.

and gone is satoru’s obnoxious behavior, replaced with what resembles a scared boy.

maybe it’s the first time he breaks character in front of you even, and you hardly know what to do as the strongest begins to hyperventilate in front of you, his bright blue eyes turning glassy and absent as he gasps for air, pushing and kicking at the walls, almost squishing you in the process.

he hardly hears you call his name. it’s not till you grab his cheeks and push your foreheads together that you seem to reach him, though by the look in his eyes, his mind is somewhere far away, thinking about a million things per second.

you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs.

“wrap your arms around me,”

he obliges, tangling your limbs together as you’re pulled flush against him and you straddle his lap. there’s no space between you anymore, but at least he’s pressed up against you and not the cold walls of your current trap.

“breathe with me,” you say, grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest. he feels your heart beat, and his eyes flicker down to where his hand presses against your warm skin, before he meets your gaze again.

he’s uncharacteristically quiet during the whole thing. doesn’t make light of the situation. perhaps he’s too scared to speak, afraid that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. he wants to tell you every thought he’s ever had, tell you about all his desires. but he wouldn’t do that to you, he wouldn’t burden you with the knowledge that he wants you like no other but that you can never be together.

so he selfishly holds you tighter and finds a little part of him hoping that it’ll be a while before you both get out of this trap.

it’s so nice to just hold you for a bit.

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[thewondrousdreamer]

Satoru is such a sensitive and emotional man even tho he may not show it around others he’s quite vulnerable sometimes. Like if Utahime or Nanami suddenly snap and just tell him straight up he’s annoying and unbearable to be around bc he’s teasing one of them again, he’ll laugh it off pretending it doesn’t bother him but once he’s alone in his dorm room he’ll cry silently bc he doesn’t want anyone to hear him and he’ll begin to wonder if everyone he interacts with feels the same way about him. 🙁

[thewondrousdreamer]

"You're s'pretty.. will you marry me?"

"Toru.. we've been married for two years..."

Your husband, Gojo Satoru, is a lightweight.

You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Yet for whatever reason he had decided to drink when you'd gone out tonight.

Three shots. It had taken three shots to get here. He's on one knee in the middle of the bar, holding up a shot glass instead of a ring as he attempts to propose to you.

At the mention that you're already married, his big blue eyes light up. He grins. The innocence in his expression is completely at odds with the amount of trouble he's causing you right now.

"Reeeaally?" He chuckles out. "Wow.. m' so lucky!

Without warning, he stands up, suddenly towering over you. He picks you up, twirling you around and almost hitting several bar patrons in the process. You yelp, but his grip on you only tightens.

"Have we had a honeymoon..?" He asks.

"Satoru, put me down-" you start to say, despite the smile on your face.

"Let's go have one right now!"

"Wha-"

You're entirely helpless as the man carries you off, your friends and colleagues all but forgotten. And you most definitely do not know where he's taking you on this supposed honeymoon.

Given the fact that he attempted to propose to you with a shot glass, you're sure this can't be good.

This adventure is short lived however, when he sets you down on the dance floor. Twirling you around. His eyes roam over your figure appreciatevly, pausing on your smile. The expression on his face matches your own.

"Is this our honeymoon?" You ask him.

"Eeeeh? What honeymoon?" He answers, a little too loudly.

Really, Satoru is drunk enough that you should be taking him home. But he's making that almost impossible for you, as his strong arms wrap around you on the dance floor. There isn't much space for you to escape, not with the amount of people here.

So you let him have his fun, indulge him for now. You dance and laugh and let him kiss you in front of everyone. His breath tastes like alcohol and whatever fruity liqueur he's been having, and he smiles against your lips. You're a little tipsy yourself so you don't notice as the hours drift away.

It's much later when you finally drag your mountain of a man home. He's leaning his large body onto yours, swaying back and fourth with every step.

"Come on you" You say "let's get you ready for bed"

"Bed.." He hums. That seems to be the only word he registered, because he lifts you up once again and carries you off to your shared bedroom.

"Toru!" You yelp. "We gotta change- and I have to wash my face-"

It all goes unheard. He pulls you into bed, long limbs wrapping around you, making it impossible to move. He nuzzles against your shoulder, till all you can see is his mess of white hair.

"We'll get the bed dirty.." you complain, even as your hand comes to brush over his undercut. The sensation sends shivers down your husband's spine.

"Love you..  s' very much.. you know that? You're.. my world" He mutters out. His voice is soft, tired, and almost childlike in innocence.

You take a moment to respond, it seems like he's not intent on moving anytime soon. "I know.. I love you too"

"I'm so lucky..." His voice draws out on the last word. And you feel him relaxing with tiredness.

Satoru will most definitely have a headache in the morning. If not because of the alcohol then because he lost his blindfold somewhere at the bar. But you try not to think about that.

Instead, you focus on his soft breaths, and the comfortable weight of having him wrapped around you like this. You wonder how he could be so adorable, even when he's causing this much trouble.

But the trouble is all worth it. It always will be for him.

Credits for the dividers go to @aquazero

The blue manga panels were edited by myself 🫧

Once again thank you so much for reading! This took ages to write because I have 0 motivation at any given time.

I hope you enjoyed 🌟