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lostlimerence · 10 months

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Poem - Seventy Years of Sleep by nikka ursula.

#geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #these two have a death grip on my brain #gojo pov #let them rest #let them meet in the afterlife or something pleaseee #the good people comment had to be changed to were not are because geto bby you don’t get that label after your crisis sorry

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iamyoursonly · 4 months

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In another life (04/01/2023)

guys if this is poorly written please don’t come at me… i just wanted to write something during my exam and it turned out to be this and i actually liked it so i had to share the joy >:) so enjoy? Also it’s in his pov ;)

Maybe in another life, we could be together. Because in this, you and I are just friends.

Soulmates, is that what they call people that are destined to be together no matter what? I believed that you and I were. Since our bond were inseparable no matter our distance; no matter when we see each other; no matter who we fall in love with… But then when I finally thought I really had a chance with you, to love you forever and be with you, you fell in love with another man. That man is not good news according to me, but you didn’t listen to me. You married him and moved away, leaving me alone with my poor heart broken — because I fell in love with you.

Heart shattering, cracking and breaking up. You can hear the piece of my heart trying to reconnect with each other but failing, one after another did it continue to crack. Everywhere I see reminded me of you, first it was the good memories, then it was a good old reality check. Sometimes I wish I could just change reality and stop all this nonsense that’s going on, because he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than him. But guess love really makes people blind.

Why would you leave for another man though? Why did you not listen to me? Thought our promises were real and we’d be ‘for lifers’ forever? Were you lying all along? All the ‘move in together’ and the trips and the gatherings never happened. For what? For you to play with my feelings? I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed by now that I have had feelings for you since eternity.

You invited me to your wedding, in Germany. I took a flight as fast as I could to attend and tears rolled down my eyes when I saw you walk down the aisle. The tears weren’t happy though, they were showing how sad I was that you weren’t mine. But I was so desperate to be yours, to be your groom. Because he doesn’t know you as well as I do, and I’m the one for you! Your soulmate!

Did you not notice every time I stole glances at you back in high school? When you caught me, you’d just smile and continue concentrating in class. I tried to believe that you may be in love with me and all this was just a prank, but you were already a married woman. I miss these moments, our hangouts, our story time, our daily check-in session, our daily bickering and most importantly — you.

Turning back, the time we had together wasn’t a lot, but it warmed up my heart no matter how cold my hands and feet were. Every conversation had engraved into my soul, and each time I remember them, I smile. No matter how old we’re turning separately, my heart was always for you.

I got married at 35, about ten years after you did. Because I tried to move on from you. My wife, she’s a famous runway model, actress and song writer, and makes more money than I could ever make my whole life. Did I win the lottery just because I happened to successfully ask for her hand in marriage? No. I never won. Because the price I’ve always wanted was you.

I invited you to my wedding, it was in Germany just like yours. And you were sitting on the front row with your husband and two of your children — they looked just like you. And you looked beautiful in that formal dress you wore, it really did show off your curves and how beautiful you actually were. You gave me your best blessings and wished us the best, and it took everything to not burst out in tears and put you in my embrace.

“Hey, congratulations on marrying such a successful queen.” You told me. And I could just fake a smile. You, I wanted you instead.

“Thanks! She’s amazing isn’t she.”

“She is!”

I hoped you’d feel a little bit sad about me getting married to another woman that’s not you, but you didn’t look sad at all. Was it because you’re trying to be happy for me? Or was I simply being delusional. I think the possibility of the second option happening is higher…

Sometimes in the depths of my heart, emotions swirl like a tempestuous storm, and tears cascade down my cheeks, their silent rhythm echoing the ache within. It is a bittersweet symphony that plays within me, for while my heart longs to embrace the one I desire, the realization of my own marital commitment casts a shadow upon my dreams. My wife would find me crying in my sleep and try her best to comfort me, I tried to cry it all into her arms but guess the feeling wasn’t the same when you comforted me.

“Love is the most twisted curse of all.” I’d tell all my students, because from my experience. It didn’t really go well. When it does, congratulations, you have won in life. But when it doesn’t, you’d just be forever indulging in this mess.

I wish to hear you calling my name everyday and that you were around me forever. Like when I call out to you, you’d respond immediately. Maybe in my dreams I could close my eyes and start to envision our next life together. Two children, one that resembles me and the other resembles you. And we’re living somewhere far away, so that we can finally enjoy the peace and quietness you liked. You’d call out ‘Satoru, Satoru’ when you needed me, and we could own a farm! Live on the bare necessities but be as happy as we could be. I couldn’t help but hide my smile as I think about this.

As of right now, I wish you were in my embrace instead of this bouquet of white roses. When I put them down on your grave, I could only pray that the next time we get old, we have to do it together. In another life, when I could finally call you my wife.

masterlist

#jujutsu kaisen #drabble #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo and you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #hehe #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #my love #GOJO POV

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sttoru · 3 months

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“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.

megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.

the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;

“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”

you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.

satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.

“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”

all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.

#me when i see all those pov’s on tiktok and couldnt help but write this down rq #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk angst #gojo angst #ok bye LMAO

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xo-romiiarts · 10 months

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Glances

#I like to think they share glances and smiles through the fight :')#Also love this sequence from gojos POV so much 🥹#satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fan art #my art #jujutsu kaisen #ao no sumika

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deadly-symphony · 2 months

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( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#pov #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fanart #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #anime #japan #anime love

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tonitart · 5 months

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Gojo would definitely drive a Miata to do this

#pov he tries to flirt just by his car's pop up headlights #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #mazda miata #fanart #my art #gif #comic #comics #gojo x reader #gojo x you

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eunwhore · 5 months

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧" (𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. In which you send "Don't text my daughter again." to your lover just to see his reaction and have a good laugh about it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. Geto is unhinged, Toji as well, Gojo too (all of them are tbh, especially Sukuna)

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Nanami; Gojo; Toji; Megumi; Sukuna; Yuji and Geto

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @dearmymoon @lacopinedechan - 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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satorugojoswiife · 7 months

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😉

☆Art by: momoya348 on twitter!!☆

#pov: hes looking at u 👁👄👁#the way momoya draws gojo is *chefs kiss*#satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #五夢

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ermesskiss · 4 months

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im a genius, such a smarty pants 🤓👆🏽

y'all they're soo good you won't regret it, TRUST!!

links to playlist below cut

#i love making pov playlists #i am confident in my playlist making skills #satosugu #satoru x suguru #itafushi #yuji x megumi #gojo satoru #suguru geto #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #spotify #Spotify

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ellionwrites · 4 months

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1. “You think you’re the only one who can find a date?” Geto paused his inspection of himself to meet Gojo's gaze in the mirror. “Ah, no, sorry. You don't go on dates. You have to know the other person's name for it to count as a date.”

Behind the near black of his sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes widened with exaggerated offense.

“You can’t slut shame anymore, Suguru. It’s 2010,” Gojo teased, as he flopped back on Geto’s bed.

“I’m not slut shaming you. I’m saying you’re not in a position to act like me going on a first date is a scandal."

Gojo tipped his head backwards and leveled Geto with an over-dramatic eye roll.

He does that to make people notice how pretty his eyes are.

“It’s not a scandal. It’s…”

Whatever Gojo thought it was was a mystery, because he was uncharacteristically lost for words.

Despite what Gojo might accuse him of, Geto was not a sex negative person or a prude.

He was just madly in love with his best-friend-slash-roommate, and every time Satoru stumbled home with his clothes rumpled and his hair fingered through, Geto felt like burning Tokyo to the ground.

It was all the unhinged, unrealistic pining that led Geto to make this plan in the first place.

The Plan: Geto was going to get over his straight, no-strings-sex-only, relationship-phobic best friend.

Step One of The Plan: Find literally anyone else in the entire world that he could think about kissing without wanting to die.

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A month earlier, he’d gone so far as to get a guy’s phone number. He’d popped into a café after a particularly foul curse he’d absorbed – hoping to wash the taste out of his mouth with tea and a pastry – and the barista had such a stark white shock of messy hair that Geto had done a doubletake to make sure Gojo wasn’t fucking around in a coffee shop on some bizarre mission objective.

The barista had been, admittedly, extremely attractive. His hair was bleached, but it suited him, and he had pleasing, well-proportioned features. Working on pure adrenaline and determination, Geto had asked him for his number. The guy had turned beet red but managed to stutter out his info to Geto.

Almost as soon as Geto left the café, though, the little nits and snags started to pop up in his mind.

Obviously, the eyes were all wrong. The shyness wasn’t right. The smile. His voice. He wasn’t tall enough, and his hands didn’t have that same graceful strength.

It was a laundry list of how fake-Satoru was emphatically not Satoru.

Geto wasn’t even all the way down the block before he deleted the barista’s info from his phone.

Now Geto was on attempt number two: a first date with a man who in absolutely no way resembled Satoru Gojo.

His non-Gojo-ness was exactly what prompted Geto to ask the man at the train station for his number. Shota was short, burly, square-faced, and serious. Geto had only clocked the man’s interest by the overly long looks he’d shot him.

At least I'm good at reading people…

“Hey, you should bring her back here,” Gojo said – pulling Geto’s attention back to the present. “We can watch that new horror movie. Human Earthworm.”

…unlike my oblivious best friend.

“Are you seriously asking to be the third wheel on my date?”

Gojo’s face was upside down - his head practically hanging off the end of Geto’s bed. The odd angle must have been what made Gojo’s smile look off.

“You worried she’ll be more interested in your hot roommate?”

Geto shot him an unamused look.

“I don’t know why anyone agrees to sleep with you,” Geto lied. “Your head’s so big, it seems like a crush risk.”

“They can tell I’m killer in bed,” Gojo smirked. “The risk is worth the reward.”

Geto turned away and pulled at the shirt he was wearing. He didn’t totally love it, but he also didn’t care as much as he should about impressing Shota.

It wasn’t as if Geto was about to fall in love with this train station stranger, but if he at least went through the motions, maybe his brain would get with the program and start considering non-Satoru people as potential romantic interests.

“But, seriously, Suguru,” Gojo said as he folded his hands under his head – making the hem of his shirt ride up. “What’s up with this date? I thought you weren’t into that sort of thing.”

Geto’s eyes drew immediately to the sliver of skin above the waistband of Gojo’s slim-fit black joggers.

The peek of skin couldn’t have been more than an inch wide, but Geto could see twin ridges of definition. The visual set Geto’s mind racing, thinking about the rest of Gojo’s skin.

Damn him for having a nice body.

“I’m trying to make myself get into it,” Geto said, wholly distracted by seeing Gojo’s abs and trying to not let his body get worked up, as if he were still a horny highschooler.

“Ohhh,” Gojo replied, his tone brightening. “I get it.”

Geto’s stomach flopped over as Satoru sprang up.

Did I just out myself?

“What do you get?”

“Nothing,” Geto said with a toothy grin that implied otherwise. “But - just so you know - I like you the way you are, Suguru.”

The idiot part of Geto’s heart – i.e., the whole of it – thumped hopefully.

“If you don’t want to date anyone, don’t date anyone,” Gojo added, cheerily. “I won’t let anyone talk shit about my best friend. I mean, who cares if you’re a virgin?”

Geto’s idiot heart plopped down into his stomach.

Gojo thought he was a crotchety prude who’d rather spend his whole life celibate than have any fun, and he still definitely had Geto squarely in the friend zone.

Obviously you’re in the friendzone, you idiot. He’s straight.

(Complete fic on AO3)

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stellamancer · 9 months

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hey lonely stranger (won't you meet my eye?) — extra scene

note: this is less an extra scene and the other side of part of a scene. i was going to put it in parenthesis like that one bit in lip smackless, but didn't pan out. also thanks to @/namodawrites for helping me double check gooj characterization since my regular beta was playing bg3 LMAO.

wc: 663

Satoru is used to your denial. When you're with him, it's part of who you are— ingrained into your soul, hard-written in your body like a cursed technique. He finds that he doesn't mind all that much. It's kind of entertaining, really, especially when he's realized how much you are at odds with yourself when you reject him.

You constantly deny him and yet you are more aware of him than you are of anyone else.

It's honestly hilarious.

So, the relief that fills his lungs when you say those three words, when you air your denial, albeit not for him for once, surprises him a little. Satoru can say, with the utmost confidence that there was absolutely no way that you were into that guy, even if he made you genuinely laugh, even if he was the first person you sought out when you got the chance. He only asked you again to give you the chance to make peace with the truth.

Besides, if you're going to be into anyone then it would have to be—

You're not looking at him. Your gaze is turned away from him, distant and unfocused. It's like your thoughts are wandering the night sky, drifting into the cosmos. You let the words out but are you thinking about it still? A happy, normal love? He thinks you would know better than to think you can find it lurking among the stars.

Not when you can find it here on earth.

With him.

You're not looking at him, but Satoru wants you to. He wants you to look at him. Not at the sky, not at the stars, not at some stranger who doesn't have a place in your present, let alone your future.

At him.

Satoru knows you would hate it if you knew, if you realized, but it is so easy to get your attention, to draw in your gaze. All he has to do is say the right thing (or maybe it'd be more appropriate to call it the wrong thing) and your eyes will be on him in an instant, your gaze fiery and intense.

"You know," he says, amused at the thought of the expression you're going to make. "Even though I was obviously the hottest person in the room, you looked pretty good yourself."

It's not a lie. It's clear that you went all out for this event, taking great care in making sure you looked your best— dressed in clothes much nicer than anything he's seen you work in. Satoru's even willing to bet you tried your damndest to actually get a full night's rest.

His words work like a charm and you whip your head to face him. The look on your face is interesting; dazed, amazed. He's not familiar with this expression of yours and he leans in to get a better look. Without thinking about it, he reaches for your cheek, his fingers stopping short of your skin. For a split second, your eyes flit toward his hand, clearly aware of how close he is to touching you. Satoru's eyes trail down to your lips and he wonders if you've been using the lip balm he gave you. It looks like you have, with how soft and plush your lips look, but he should make sure— he wants to make sure.

It's then your denial, your rejection comes out in full force. You take a step back and next thing Satoru knows you're falling into the water.

Huh. He thought for sure this time you would have accepted a kiss from him.

It's okay, he thinks, it's only a matter of time. Besides, the view of you right now, stunned and almost mortified is a worthwhile trade.

It's actually hilarious.

He starts laughing and you give him your usual scowl, splashing at him in retaliation. He doesn't mind, he'll let you have that much because one day, one day soon he'll get that kiss from you.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #nikuniku fics #i literally just wanted to write the 'you're not looking at him. gojo wants you to look at him' bit #it got longer than intended #also grandma over here just discovered the make small text button omg #also gojo pov aaaaa it's hard that one wip i have that is from his pov is gonna be hell LMAO #infinite loop!verse

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xo-romiiarts · 8 months

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"I luv u 6a6y"

#Specialz is Kenjaku's POV for me #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #my art #fan art

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seasonalberries · 9 months

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The Gold

#satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #geto suguru #gojo satoru #comic #um pro tip if you don’t want to cry #don’t listen to phoebe bridgers on repeat while reading satosugu fics :)))#I recently read the fix it time travel one and uhh #I’m not okay #this is geto pov btw I don’t think it makes sense otherwise #and I misspelled lose ;( I am but a tiny non native and every so often it hits me in the face

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 6 months

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(i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) ; bonus part)

kenjaku rests on a tatami mat, admiring the ephemeral glow of the starry sky.

it’s a sight to behold, truly: the infinity within it, blooming endlessly across the milky way, before his very eyes. that swirling of indigo and pure white. endless possibilities, just out of reach — so close he can almost reach out and touch them, feel them glide across the skin of his fingertips.

slowly and sweetly, savouring the cold air, he ponders. legs crossed, hair swaying gently in the summer breeze; about this, and about that. about a plan that’s been resting in the back of his mind for thousands of years.

he wonders if there is any way you could be of use to him.

without too much contemplation needed, he decides that there isn’t. that nothing about you could benefit his goal, that there’s nothing your presence could possibly accomplish. that you have no place, in the world he resides in, no place in the narrative of the story he is crafting. no place in the clash between curses and sorcerers and everything in between.

(and kenjaku understands, without needing to peek into his host’s memories, that perhaps that is exactly why suguru geto loved you.)

he goes to visit you, anyway. just for the fun of it, just to satisfy the ingrained urge his body has to do so. and it’s fascinating, it truly is — the fondness that sprouts in the confines of his chest when his eyes meet yours. a childhood muscle memory, one this body could never fully rid itself of.

it is nothing short of horrified, the expression on your face; you look like you could pass out any second, and kenjaku finds it just a little bit amusing.

but he bites back a laugh, and his lips curl up into a smile. not the smile of a people-pleaser, nor the smile of a liar, but the smile of something rather monstrous.

kenjaku does not think you will figure him out. he does not think it possible. how could you possibly? with such miniscule cursed energy, without any concept of the soul?

and yet you do.

you tell him that he isn’t suguru geto, and you’re absolutely right. and now, kenjaku is maybe just the slightest bit intrigued.

(how strange. how amusing.

is there really no limit to what love can accomplish?)

eyes shining with barely contained, gleeful curiosity, he takes a step forward, and you call out for a dead man. a ghost. kenjaku does not expect anything to happen, because how could it?

— a hand comes up to squeeze at his throat.

it is a firm grip, with strangulation as its intended purpose. a lethal kind of ferocity. almost desperate, primal, like a mother wolf protecting her cub; the pads of his lithe fingers press into the sides of his own esophagus, and prevent any air from entering his lungs. those chipped nails dig into his pale skin, vicious and ruthless, hard enough to draw blood.

it is violent, it is gritty, it is devoted. an instinct of the body, as natural as the beating of a heart.

kenjaku can’t help it — he chokes on a laugh, as suguru’s hand curls around his throat. within the vice grip lies an old promise, molded into the very fabric of his being. a promise that transcends death.

he’ll protect you forever.

kenjaku smiles, all teeth. drool dribbling down his chin, neck bruised and bloodied. pondering; about this, and about that. about two children by a dusty summer creek.

(no matter what, huh?

— such a fool.)

#suguru is so mother wolf coded to me #kenny meeting gojo in shibuya after this n immediately getting choked out again LMAOO #“why is ur neck so bruised” “how abt we stop talking for a little while :)”#i was gonna put this part in the fic at first but i feel like the pov shift from geto->reader->kenny wouldve been too abrupt….#so i just. made a bonus thingie…. if ur reading this!! i love u !!!! tysm for reading u mean the world to meeee <33

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starlitheaven · 1 year

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summary. how they make out. <3

note. for anon who said: hi azul!! i've got a question for you — how's making out with gojo or geto? or even yuuta! <3

GOJO — satoru likes to cup your face with his large hands when you kiss, tilting your head up just a bit to reach his height better. making out with someone so tall makes your neck ache, so he often bends his knees a little to make it easier for you. laughing into the kiss over little embarrassing noises is common with satoru, there's never a dull moment with him. he likes to nibble and suck on your lower lip and goes crazy when you bite down and tug on his. you know that your kissing is becoming something more when his hands squeeze the back of your thighs and you're easily lifted—your legs wrapping around his sides and arms around his neck. satoru sprinkles noisy little pecks in between deeper kisses while holding you. practically purrs when you scratch at the short hair of his undercut. kissing him is sweet, intimate, and makes you feel like the stars in his vast endless skies.

GETO — places his hands over your waist and lower back, pulling you closer to his chest. he kisses a little slower, too. humming low as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. he's sensual without being aggressive or rushed, suguru takes his time while kissing you. he worships you every single time—completely devoted to making you understand how much he loves having you. suguru murmurs sweet nothings into your skin as he kisses down your jaw, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent that drives him wild.

YUUTA — soft and passionate. kissing yuuta feels like laying back in a bed of flowers under warm sunlight and feeling the gentle breeze over your skin. he treasures you and shows it with his kisses. yuuta gently cradles your jaw, smiling into the kiss when you raise yourself on your toes to meet his height. things can get a little messy with yuuta—he adores you so so much that he can't help but get a little carried away sometimes. he'll pull away, breathless, a line of spit connecting your lips as he mumbles an apology that doesn't sound sorry at all.

#just a quick thing also I’m trying to figure out best way to download the font in better quality oops #pov by ariana grande makes me feel so.........#it gives me that floaty feeling of being in love #that out of this world peace #gojo x reader #geto x reader #yuta x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

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