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dear chu,
i just wanted to say that i really, really love your 'love entries' so, so much xx
i feel so lucky that when i have a bad day, i can come to your blog and immerse myself in your beautiful stories
they're so comforting and so much fun to read
and i really adore your take on satoru – i think it's brilliant and i think you get him
thank you for being here, for writing these stories & for writing them so well
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i'm sniffling, thank you so much nonnie🥹 sometimes i feel bad that i only write domestic scenarios over and over and can't fulfill more advanced smut requests but i'm thankful that there are people like you who appreciate it🥹
and that you read them whenever you have a bad day makes me so incredibly happy🥹 i'm glad they can make you smile as i do while writing them, and i'm glad to write here and have this safe little corner with you all <3
#tbh... seeing lots of banal discourses out there almost made me give up :')#but this little fun community makes it worth it to stay🫶#—chu’s mailbox 📬
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Angst idea, inspired from up movie
So after waiting a baby for many years, reader is diagnosed with pcos, you can be pregnant, but it's a lot harder than normal pregnant
Satoru is comforting you but in his own way. Please make him a horny weirdo again chuu >•<
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milk nonnie... this is actually such a great idea :') it kind of hits home bc someone i know is suffering from pcos too, i think i'll write it soon :'))
rest assured, he's definitely a horny weirdo in every iteration i have of him :D
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What if reader falls out of love from gojo after they're married
PFFT nonnie what made you choose being hurt :') statistically speaking, the probability is 0, but if so then...
she is not exactly hiding it and he knows. the passive remarks, the way they don't even eat dinner together anymore... being gojo, he knows something is up with her as he is observant, but he never goes around to inquire her about it. but when she no longer wants to be held by him, that's when he knows something is wrong
and next thing he knows... she pulls up that divorce papers on him :)
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i'm in the middle of writing this hurt/comfort fic and i'm posting it tonight :))
#will do asks soon! <3#i just went back home so now i can finally rest on my own comfy bed ahh#haven't been sleeping well on a rock-hard hotel bed for the past four days :')#—chu’s ramblings 🗯️
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I wonder how many times LE reader exiled gojo to the couch😂
too many times 💁🏻♀️ and usually it ends up with: 1) gojo accepting his fate, or 2) him trying to beg for the reader’s forgiveness, or 3) in rare cases, the reader is the one looking for him since she is awoken in the middle of the night and feels cold bc he’s not there to cuddle her—
“satoru,” you poke his cheek as he sleeps in the sofa, trying to wake him up. “wake up, you.”
“—?” he blearily opens his eyes. “uh, it’s so uncomfy here—”
“get back inside. i’m cold.”
“oh??” his lips immediately curved into a dopey smile. “cold, huh?”
and without even you have to ask, he threw his arms around you. “well, are you warm now~?”
“…hmph just come back to the bed.”
and throughout your way back to the bedroom, he kept snuggling you that the two of you waddled back like two intertwined bears 🙆🏻♀️✨
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Hi, I had this idea where gojo is shaving his face then his son comes in with the reader and wants to help gojo shave his face as well or even want to shave his own face. and it’s just a huge amount of fluff❤️
࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:27 A.M 」
what a cute ask!! i tweaked it a bit to put some dad!gojo who is just so soft for his baby
a part of gojo's love entries
there was always this indescribable feeling inside satoru whenever he looked at his child. his chubby cheeks, grabby hands, eyes that eerily are just like his—
today he had woken up early for a mission, unwillingly leaving the bed you two shared as you were still vast asleep after shenanigans you were up to last night. his plan was to take his bath and leave the house, but then he passed by his son’s crib, hearing his squirms and babbles—which escalated into picking him up and bringing him along to the bathroom.
that was how he found himself now staring at his ten-month-old baby, and what he had on his little pair of hands—his razor.
satoru couldn’t hold back the urge to grin.
“c’mon buddy. that’s not for you to play with. give it back, hm?”
his cute baby merely blinked, as if not understanding what he meant at all. in response, he tightened his grip on the instrument and pulled it closer to his little chest.
satoru heard his own laugh echoing in the bathroom. he could’ve just taken it away from his baby’s grip, but no way, that would be too cruel.
“you’re so, so unbelievably adorable,” he pinched the baby’s face. “just like your mama.”
this child was his in every way, there was no paternity doubt there. his hair, eyes, and you would say, even his pout. but the abundant innocence and curious gleam behind those little eyes was definitely yours.
half his and half yours.
just how many years had gone by? last he remembered, he was begging for your love, then suddenly you gave birth to his son, and here he was.
“okay, little man. papa really needs it now,” he prodded, still grinning. he patted the boy in the head and extended his palm in front of him.
your little munchkin still didn’t comply though, as he hugged the razor tight. it seemed like he had watched satoru shave many times already, with how he gained this understanding: he positioned the sharp edge on his plump cheek, and a second too late would mean—
satoru forcibly plucked the blade, barely missing the soft surface of his son’s face. and in the next second, the quiet wonder on his baby's face transformed into a look of betrayal, his face scrunching up.
and he wailed.
his inconsolable cries woke you up as you stumbled in panic towards the bathroom. “gods, satoru! what did you do this time?”
“wha—! he was about to scratch his face! i saved him!”
and so holding your son in your arms, you watched as your husband shaved his face, while your little boy eagerly reaching out in his direction with satoru’s dullest razor—one he didn’t use anymore—that you gave him to play with.
“you wanna help papa, huh?”
“hey, uh… why are you aiming at my throat?!”
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✎ attraction
- gojo satoru x reader
to think it started with your crush on his best friend...
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high school!gojo being a menace, jealous!gojo but he doesn’t realize it? enemies to lovers, fluff, gojo begins pining on you
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thank you anon who asks for gojo falling in love with a first year! i added some spice though haha
a part of gojo's love entries
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Back in 2006—
There was this tiny weeny part of Gojo that was like... questioning, how did his best friend Geto Suguru catch your eye, whereas he didn’t? Like, at all?
"I want Geto."
"Hah?" Gojo arched a righteous brow, swiftly turning your way—feeling the stings of irritation gnawing at him. "What?"
You shot him a look. “I said, you suck and I’m lamenting that I’m paired with you instead of Geto for this mission.”
Once upon a time, you did hate him for obvious reasons as other people do. He was obnoxious, boastful and overall grating on your nerves.
Well, actually, “hate” would be too strong of a word, so probably “dislike greatly” it is.
“Ehh, Suguru? With you?” Gojo glanced at you, purposefully scrunching his face into a mocking sneer. “No way. Absolutely not. Incompatible. I won’t give him my blessings.”
“Who are you to grant blessings?” you hissed with a bulging vein of frustration. “And no, it's not what you think! I—” you wanted to kick yourself for stumbling over your words, “—I just respect him in a way an underclassman would!”
Gojo let out a strained laugh.
To him, you were this cute little junior who looked funny when mad. Riling you up was on his daily to-do list, and poking fun at your obvious crush on his best friend was supposed to double the fun, until it made him wonder despite himself... just what exactly did Suguru have that he apparently lacked, leading you to always follow him with your eyes, whereas you spared him with nothing but glares and sharp retorts?
You didn’t exactly hide your feelings. Whenever Geto was nearby or greeted you in the mornings, you'd blush like a tomato. It was silly, because Gojo was sure his best friend’s type wasn’t a girl as skittish as you—surely, it must be someone as vivacious as Inoue Waka.
He knew you were doomed to fail.
"I suggest you go pick up some slack," he teased. "Better if you don't become a dead weight while assisting him in missions, no?"
He knows. Really.
"...do you know that there are only three things I can't stand here?"
"And those are?"
But...
"Your stupid glasses, your Limitless—and you."
He was still irked, regardless.
"Well, poor you, then," he shrugged, shit-eating grin on his face. This time he pushed his luck. "Do you know that you're nowhere nearing Suguru's type?"
Scratch that. You hate him. You turned to him with a reddened face, and it wasn't because you were blushing.
"I'm going by myself!" you declared, seething. "I couldn't care less about what you're about to do—I'm finishing this and going home!"
With that, you you marched towards the haunted house, paying no heed to his taunts behind you.
You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over. Gojo always messed with you and normally you would chalk it up as one of his shits—but this time, you didn't appreciate how he touched on that sore spot of your not-so-hidden infatuation with Geto. So what if you weren't his ideal type? He didn't have to be mean!
But soon you regretted leaving his side, as a monstrous cursed spirit quickly chased you out.
Gojo was still outside, bidding his time. He merely huffed when he heard you screaming in fear.
He was ready with a jab. "Well, well... Look who's running back into my arms—"
But his smirk quickly fell when he saw the cursed entity was apparently way beyond your level. You ran out—no, by some idiotic impulse of survival, you actually leapt out of the two-story window and almost fell flat on your face and broke your bones, but before then, he sprung to action, catching you, wrapping one arm on your waist.
You were grateful you that you weren't doomed—until you felt yourself dangling mid air in his hold... like a cat.
"Gojo!" you wailed. "I'm going to fa—!"
Oh, but Gojo was convinced that this was his moment to shine. He directed a smirk your way as the bright blue mass in his hand totally caught your attention. With one swift flick of his hand, he muttered the mantra for Blue, and exorcised the cursed spirit in one go.
He marveled at his own show of power—and hoping that somehow, you would too. Then, he placed his hand under your knees, repositioning you in a princess-carry, and the way your gentle curves nestled snugly in his arms sparked some intriguing thoughts in him.
Your wide, crystal-clear eyes gazed at him with such wonder. Red tinted your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved into a winning smile.
It was at that exact moment when he realized it: he wants you. This funny girl who often made his day, he wanted you to look at his way too.
...but goddamnit, you like Suguru.
"Well, not that scary now with me around, isn’t it?" he boldly announced, and your amazed expression immediately turned into a cute frown.
"Thanks," you blurted, still with rosy cheeks and looked frazzled, but then you realized the state you were in his arms. "But—put me down!"
"Ehhh, I will if your feet can reach the ground!"
Who cares if you like Suguru? As he burst into snickers and you screamed at his face, Gojo Satoru decided then and there—in that spring of 2006—that he would make it his mission to win you over. To make you his.
And years later, not only he achieved that but also so much more—a ring on your finger serving as the testament to his success.
Epilogue
"Yaga-sensei," Geto sighed wearily. "Can I be paired with Shoko, please?"
"Geto-san, wait, please—" you frantically tried to explain, glaring at Gojo in the process. "I'll do my best so—"
"You're such a bother, even Suguru doesn't want to go on missions with you," the white-haired clown remarked with an evil grin. "Right, Suguru?"
"No, Satoru—"
"Well, but if it's me, I'll gladly mentor and teach you though~"
"I don't want you! You're so insufferably annoying!"
"Yaga-sensei, can I please get paired with someone else—"
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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a0uV8Kc_D/?igsh=MWNxcWkyYmI3bG5veg==
LE! Gojo with his cat
MWAHAHA🥹 so right, he and the cat have this love hate relationship in which the cat only loves him when he gives it food, and hates him when gojo pulls this kind of stunts🥹
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is your user pronounced chuu-loh-yee
i’m actually giggling but yes, you’re correct😉😉
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I want to say that i am new member 🍼 but I am OG sadly...
Anyway chuu, don't avoid it question.. Pumped or formula? ☺
Malaysia? Petronas twin tower, did you go to kinantan too? I have been there before, but can't go to kinantan, too far from KL :'
If you have free time, seeing lion pukes next to mariana bay in singapore is worthed too :3
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HAHAHAHA milk nonnie :’)) i knew it must be you😗
yeah yeah it’s pumped okay🙆🏻♀️ somehow or another the reader produces a lot so she often stores it in the fridge🤭
yes!! petronas is a must visit! and no, i haven’t been there🥹 i’ve been to KL and now i’m in penang🥹
and ooh singapore!!! it’s in my wishlist too with my friend🤭 i’ve planned like 3 trips this year to unwind :’) bc there’s a new policy in my company that unused paid leave balance will disappear if i don’t use it in the same year🤧
#i just realized… i didn’t really use my paid leave last year😭#is that why i’m so stressed? most probably🤧#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🍼
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what if reader was with satoru when they went to amanai's school and all of the girls started squealing over satoru 🤭
ohoho she isn’t amused🤦🏻♀️ like she totally thinks he’s a shit and at that time both of them have just gotten together too😗 and after ignoring him for several days, gojo finally comes wagging his tail in front of the reader like—
“do you want my mochi?” he asks so innocently it makes you frown.
“what?”
“suguru said you’ve been in a bad mood and mochi always makes me feel better so… want some?”
that’s actually so sweet that he offers his prized food to you, but…
“do you really not know why i’m upset…?”
“uh… because you haven’t had any snack?”
“….until you figure it out, don’t talk to me.”
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
eiii🫶🏻 aww thank you so much🥹🩵 you’re wonderful too!!!✨
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i want to eat him pls :(
#why is he served in a ice cream crepe like that😫#they know he’s so chew-able🥹🫶🏻#—chu’s ramblings 🗯️
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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 08:45 P.M 」
18+ suggestive content! cw. cockwarming. based on this ask and thirst idea in my inbox💁🏻♀️ psa: reader makes the first move 🤞🏻
a part of gojo's love entries
“hah—hah, sweets, wait—!”
now, now… what a rare sight. you don’t usually climb on top of your husband and attack him with senseless kisses on your own accord— usually it’s the opposite.
but ever since satoru got you pregnant, and now that you had reached the end of your first trimester, your hormones were at most turbulent, and you could get turned on over random things he did.
“hah—” he groaned, throwing his head back when your sinful lips trailed kisses on his neck, and your hand played with his length, squeezing him and making him harder by each second.
both of you were still fully clothed and he wasn’t even out of his pants yet— you just unzipped and took the prize.
for god’s sake, he thought. you looked so fine taking charge of him and making him writhe like this.
“satoru—” your voice was feathery as you breathed in his neck, before sucking it hard and making him grunt. you let go of his length, pressed your body closer, and then started grinding against him.
in your defense, your husband looked delectable these days. you didn’t know why, but seeing him all happy made you want to keep him inside your pocket or mark him so everyone would know that he was yours.
that even when he casually throws that silly grin to everyone, it is you who have his entire being.
“whoa—” satoru took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “sexy… what brought this—ah—on?”
“your fault.” you murmured, nibbling on his neck and sneakily unbuttoning his shirt. “you— manspread a lot.”
“huh…?”
“you were baiting me.”
you didn’t give him a chance to react as you devoured his lips next, placing both hands on his neck— suck, suck, suck and bite —and coupled by the feeling of your still clothed slit pressed against his bare cock, satoru grunted and let out a low moan.
“so—haah—spreading my legs… is a crime now, eh?”
“not when—mmm—in front of me.”
“you’re going to be the death— of me.” satoru chuckled, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper wife—he supposed he already knew that but tonight really drove the fact home.
he was a mess—swollen lips, heavily panting—and damn, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch—
“don’t t-tease me… sweets.” his voice was rough as he heaved a breath. you had cleverly dragged his inner desire enough for him not to think straight and oh suddenly he had a vision—
“—toru,” and the final straw was your small, needy tone.
with that, his senses went flying out the window. he didn’t really think much when he grabbed you close, slipped his fingers inside your panties to feel your wetness, before tearing it off and turning you over, causing you to fall back into his chest—
—followed by spreading your legs and rolling his hips, and effectively sheathing his hardened cock inside you.
“mphm!” you let out a hitched sigh, feeling so incredibly full all of a sudden.
“well, look at how the tables have turned.” you heard your husband snickering behind you.
you were still trying to catch your breath when you got distracted by his large hand under your dress, spreading across your belly and pressing on your barely noticeable baby bump ever so slightly.
you let out a mewl and as if he just realized what he did, satoru turned to you. “hey, you okay? is this comfy for you?”
you panted, looking away. “…comfy.”
“well, good. the moment you feel any discomfort, you have to tell me, ‘kay?”
“mm-hmm.”
“wanna move?”
“no, just… stay like this.”
“fine by me,” satoru licked his lips, feeling his hardness throbbing inside your tight folds. even after he had fucked a baby into you, the way you took him inside never failed to leave him breathless.
“well, now on to a more pressing issue…” he turned your chin towards him with his other hand, a giddy grin split his handsome face. “mind telling me, why did you suddenly pounce on me like that, hmm?”
your face burned with embarrassment. you couldn't possibly tell him that he was so irresistible you just had to bite him now, could you?
“can’t i? would you rather i don’t do it at all?”
“trying to evade the question, i see...” satoru’s smile evolved into a knowing smirk. “i seem to recall you finding me attractive for spreading my legs though but whatever. i’m happy either way, so right, let’s resume—”
he tapped your lower belly. “another pop-up quiz: what do you feel more here... me or our baby?”
you squirmed in his lap, feeling him twitch inside you and your entire body set ablaze. god. i’ve picked a wrong fight.
“no response? failing to answer will result in me deducting your marks, you know~”
“...is this your new kink? roleplaying as teacher?”
“i am a licensed teacher, sweets. i’m just putting things to practice~”
you wanted to facepalm. how was it that even in sex he was always finding ways to make you laugh?
“time’s up, little wifey,” satoru chuckled and oh lord, the way his body shook also made his cock vibrate inside you, splitting you further. “for the sake of time and my poor honey’s very delicate condition, i’ll grant your wish.”
you snorted. “what are you on this time?”
“turning your horny thoughts into reality,” he retorted, playfully pursing his lips. “but first thing first, i’ll have to regretfully pull out. we need to change positions. you’ll stay under me and let me do the rest, ’kay?”
you accidentally let out a whine at the sudden feeling of loss—your pussy clenching around nothing. but as he laid you down and discarded his pants, you were met with the bright gleam of his eyes and wicked grin... and you could already feel yourself growing wet once more.
“don’t worry, sweets... i’ll soon make you feel sooo good— just like i always have, yeah?”
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Wait- youre going to maleysia? Nanami flashbacks Thats so cool! Hope you enjoy your trip!
yes!!🥹 but sadly i don’t go to kuantan🤧 i’m in KL now and i’ll be going to penang too… and in 2 days i’m going back home to reality :’)
and thank you nonnieee🫶🏻✨
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omg what is this family holiday photo 🥹
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Hey chu,I really like your fanfics,and love enteries is actually really sweet,but I wanted to ask if the geto×reader is out already.when I read about it I checked but couldn't find it,so please do something....
And yeah stay healthy and happy there are so many of us who like your works! 😉
hello~ ooh thank you so much for loving it🥹🩵 and for geto x reader i actually only wrote one fic so far, and it’s here -> yours, indefinitely
i should go back to geto’s valentine fic soon :’) and thank you again!! stay healthy and hydrated too <33
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