#devotion of a caring soul

[uncanny-tranny]

An important aspect of youth liberation is not tying the idea of later adult care with having children.

The broader attitude that only your children can ensure that you get taken care of when you grow old is not a good precedent to set. Having children should not be what ensures that you can live through old age, and fear mongering people with the idea that nobody will ever take care of them (or, rather, shouldn't) is such an awful motivator to have children.

#politics #youth liberation #yes some children will take care of their parent/s when they grow old. that is bound to happen. that isn't what i am talking about though #i am talking about a broader attitude of 'if you don't have kids you'll die alone and painfully. by the way! 🫰' #sometimes i wonder if that attitude also guilt trips children to stay and take care of their parent/s #like i am very much never taking care of my abusers. and sometimes it seems like people think if you as a child don't devote your soul... #...to your parents you are Worse Than Satan #this especially goes for childless or child-free folks too. they deserve to be taken care of because they are PEOPLE #and not because they have fulfilled the Being (Good™©®) People Quota

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Karakura Team? No, fuck that!

Seireitei Team!

#It's how it should have been actually... #when I started watching Bleach I never thought those other pesky humans would become protagonists #i thought Inoue was going to die on the episode with her brother #I thought Chad was going to be some type of comical relief #I thought Uryu was going to be Team Rocket for Ichigo and Co. #I thought it was going to be mainly Ichigo and Rukia Go On Terrifying Adventures #I thought Byakuya after the Turnabout and Redemption Arc of Soul Society Arc would become like their mentor/guy who always comes through.. #...to help the two idiots getting into all sorts of shenanigans #I thought Renji would be the accidental travel buddy who tries to balance his devotion to Rukia and his obedience to Byakuya #I honestly couldn't care less about the World of the Living after I'd seen Soul Society #I wanted it to be a kind of volunteer Isekai in which Ichigo decides early on to stay in Soul Society #bleach #byakuya kuchiki #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai

[ardentpoop]

im. killing and biting

#show didnt intend for me to read it like this but to me when soulless says ''dean doesnt care abt me he just cares abt his little brother'' #that is also representative of dean's relationship w/ His sam - again he punishes him when he strays too far from #the role he's supposed to play. he's dean's devoted little brother or he's all fucking wrong #like parallel the way sam is treated in his soulless arc to his demon blood arc and its aftermath. i would lose my fucking marbles :) #and dean keeps playing fast n loose w/ sam's body and mind like he owns them lmfao. fully aware that sticking his traumatized soul back in #could destroy him but he HAS to do it anyway #spn #6.11 #liveblog tag

[soldier-poet-king]

NEVERMIND ALL THAT

Once again I can't worry about Dumb Personal Navel Gazing Solipsistic Shit, I have Duties and Obligations I must dedicate myself to for The Good regardless of my own personal feelings and desires

#franposting #can u tell that my entire being is hanging on by like #the shire is saved but not for me #commitmment to the Abstract and yhe Incarnate Good #regardless of the self. regardless of whether i have any hope for myself at all #smthn smthn who cares about your lonely soul we strive toward a larger goal etc etc #devoted to duty because thats the only constant Good i can identify #ok. im going. to go work. have my sad little lunch. do more work. stretch out the hip. work. etc #i need 500 Naps but i get None #i have more to say but the words arent there

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Music For the Soul

by Alexander MacLaren

Thanksgiving - An Antidote of Care

I will sacrifice unto Thee with the voice of thanksgiving. - Jonah 2:9

There are many vague and oppressive anxieties that come and cast a shadow over our hearts, that, if we could once define and put into plain words, we should find that we vaguely fancied them a great deal larger than they were, and that the shadow they flung was immensely longer than the thing that flung it. Put your anxieties into definite speech. It will reduce their proportions to your own apprehension very often. Speaking them, even to a man who may be able to do little to help, eases them wonderfully. Put them into definite speech to God, and there are very few of them that will survive.

"By prayer and supplication with thanksgiving." That thanksgiving is always in place. If one only considers what he has from God, and realizes that whatever he has he has received from the hands of Divine love, thanksgiving is appropriate in any circumstances. Do you remember when Paul was in gaol at the very city to which this letter (Philippians) went, with his back bloody with the rod and his feet fast in the stocks, how then "he and Silas prayed and sang praises to God"? Therefore the obedient earthquake came and set them loose. Perhaps it was some reminiscence of that night which moved him to say to the church that knew the story - of which perhaps the gaoler was still a member - " By prayer and supplication with thanksgiving make your requests known unto God."

One aching nerve can monopolize our attention and make us unconscious of the health of all the rest of the body; so, a single sorrow or loss obscures many mercies. We are like men that live in a narrow alley in some city, with great buildings on either side towering high above their heads, and only a strip of sky visible. If we see up in that strip a cloud, we complain and behave as if the whole heavens, right away round the three hundred and sixty degrees of the horizon, were black with tempest. But we see only a little strip, and there is a great deal of blue in the sky; however, there may be a cloud in the patch that we see above our heads, from the alley where we live. Everything, rightly understood, that God sends to men is a cause of thanksgiving; therefore, "in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."

"Casting all your anxieties upon Him," says Peter, " for He " - is not anxious; that dark cloud does not rise much above the earth- but, "He careth for you." And that loving guardianship and tender care is the one shield, armed with which we can smile at the poisoned darts of anxiety which would else fester in our hearts and, perhaps, kill. " Be careful for nothing" - an impossibility unless "in everything" we make "our requests known unto God."

#Alexander MacLaren #Music For the Soul #devotional #Thanksgiving - An Antidote of Care #Jonah 2:9 #October 24 #2022

[heleneplays]

ngl. midnight mourning was literally inspired by a crack thought going abt maría doing a miette—

helene: *secretly crying @ midnight*

maría, awakening bc her clown™ senses are tingling & also bc helene's weight on top of her is gone: helene... is sad? helene... is crying??? oh! oh!!! pain and despair to what hurt her for a million years!

#helene might be a poor little meow meow to me but SHE'S maría's poor little meow meow!!! #the difference is that much as i love imagining her in situations that would crush her soul like i did with h. adler; maría's RIGHT there #she's glaring at me for making HER wet and pathetic™ #me: i am helene and helene is me #maría inside my head: no i am stealing her bc you're not taking good enough care of her! #me: i no longer own helene spillane she is wholeheartedly devoted to maría #basically im playing 5d chess with myself #anyways mrrp!!! #personal.txt #mod lee speaks stuff #maría x helene

[lyfeward]

Damon really took one look at lil 14yo Amis sniffling into his bread at lunchtime and was like “I’m gonna be that boy’s best friend”. Now their friendship is legendary even a century later.

They really are introverted vs extroverted versions of each other with Damon being the extrovert. He had this charm and this ease to him, always remembered people, always treated them respectfully no matter their social standing. Not only was he easy to talk to but he always seemed to know the right thing to say. You wanted him to notice you, and when he did, it was like dozing in the sun. He seemed always to have people around him, whether students or friends or admirers. You just wanted to be near him. There are several reasons the Mortalitasi sect he established has remained popular, and his own lovability is one of them. He was a pretty common sight at court and at parties because people just wanted him around.

Amis is the subject of folk tales in southern Thedas, but Damon is practically revered in Nevarra. He is called The Great Teacher — a high honor in a nation that so values learning — and his skull is kept as a relic so that he might impart the deepest mysteries to Mortalitasi. Though even in death, he would gladly be a teacher to anyone with a willingness to learn. Amis himself is really only known in connection to him. Yes, the cure he discovered for leprosy is an important accomplishment, and yes, the Mortalitasi always speak of him when debating whether the dead may return, but everyday people? They know him as Damon’s dearest friend, the man for whose sake Damon put up his life as collateral, the man Damon’s love called back from death. And, Amis is happy with that. He loved him more than life. Still does. Theirs is a bond that transcends death. Amis can think of no better way to be known.

#META / HC: PRIMARY. #META / HC: WORLD. #MOBILE. #some people say they were lovers but they were not #cannot emphasize enough how much love is/was between them #it was a queerplatonic situation and that does not dominish the devotion #but yes Damon was just the embodiment of ‘to know him is to love him’ #he is STILL adored all these years after his death and probably always will be #not just by the Mortalitasi but by all of Nevarra #he and Amis both care a lot about compassion for all #he was active in a lot of charitable work but esp in making healthcare accessible #and funerals and education but y’know the whole #‘we need to be taking care of people while they’re alive’ that is a cornerstone of the Practitioners was laid by him #might seem weird to think necromancy can aid the living but he challenged that and proved it can!! #do we not have souls while we are alive!! do we not have spirit counterparts in the Fade while we breathe!! #the tags aren’t the place to get into that but just #I love him so much — which is mayne vain because I made him but hey #what’re you doing if you wouldn’t die for your own OC

[septembersghost]

I've never realised until you mentioned it how similar Norma/Romero and Kim/Jimmy's weddings are. prayer circle that Jimmy and Kim have a happier ending because christ I don't want to handle that kind of pain again

it makes me want to jump off a cliff directly into the ocean <3

to be fair, the circumstances that drive them to do this and the characters themselves are all very different - part of why i like to amuse myself thinking of kim and norma interacting (or rhea and vera cast together as sisters, i'm telling you, someone do this!) is the stark differences between those women. kim works so hard to keep herself contained, not to telegraph her thoughts, to restrain her emotions and quietly take the measure of everything; norma is completely unable to do this and is much more transparent in her reactions and emotionally volatile, but the thing that gets me is they're both unexpectedly unpredictable, both strong and defiant and flowing with depths of anger and love, both prepared to do whatever they must for any situation or the person most dear to them (jimmy and norman respectively). they both had difficult childhoods in disparate senses, and the abandonment and instability left permanent scars. they have such wells of hurt and resilience within them that i think they'd understand and have compassion for one another despite being juxtaposed in their outward displays. (also alex would not like jimmy, which is just so funny. not that alex really likes people in general, but a flashy, gregarious defense lawyer would be anathema to him personally.) bonus, kim and norma are both the queens of yelling at men. no one can tell a man off like either of them can.

obviously jimmy and kim love one another deeply and are already romantically involved, whereas alex and norma have danced around their attraction or even openly antagonized one another, but what's interesting to me in the wedding scenarios is both women propose (!) ostensibly for reasons of convenience. maybe we get married, and we're legally protected. maybe you could marry me so that i can have the insurance i need to help care for my mentally ill son. they convince themselves these are business transactions. mutually beneficial arrangements, but nothing more. except these men are totally head over heels for them, whether they want to admit it or not, so of course they'll do it, they'll do anything for them. jimmy will do anything to make kim happy (jimmy switches the numbers for her, survives the desert for her, would die for her), alex will do whatever he can to protect norma no matter how corrupt it makes him (alex kills for her more than once). so they enter into these false marriages with underlying truth. with this tentative spark and hope of acceptance and being loved back, only to miraculously realize that they are. getting married brings jimmy and kim even closer, cements their connection and their love and causes it to exhibit itself in new ways, both good and bad, anything that keeps them together. getting married makes alex and norma, through their stubbornness and their issues, recklessly fall in love with one another and display real vulnerability that they never show (or perhaps are incapable of showing) anyone else.

they get married nervously, under pretense, with no trappings, no grand gestures, no tulle or roses or even idealism, and it leads to them being the most honest they ever have been, and the most romantic.

it's fatal in norma and alex's case (though a lot more factors are at play there than their marriage, it's certainly a cause. and i love norman and have sympathy for him and think that action is one of the most plaintively tragic things i've ever seen, the image of norman walking through the house and closing the vents set to eerie mr. sandman lives in my head rent free, but that's...a whole other post), in jimmy and kim's case i think the outcome is going to be something all its own and not resultant in that permanent grave, though there are other forms of grief withering love that could be more painful than death. since they're both prequels, we know quite a lot of doom is sealed from the start. norma is never going to escape her fate, the basement awaits from the moment we meet her. she has WAY more extenuating circumstances, and her codependent, consuming, irrevocable bond is with norman first and foremost and eternally, which causes a schism for her (and she chooses her son, of course she does, this is inevitable from the beginning), whereas kim's codependent, consuming, irrevocable bond is jimmy alone. alex wants to be a savior of sorts but is no white knight, he and norma both have blood on their hands, they both carry guilt and yet would take those actions again without pause. it's a whisper of a romance, though i'd argue the "pack your bags"/"where are we going?" scene is one of the most powerful in the entire show and an example of unflinchingly accepting love. still, they get two weeks. two weeks to feel that measure of love and union and comfort, and who can even say if it would've lasted? she dies before they're fully tested, looking ethereal and angelic and haunting his memory, curling him into vengeance and despair like the edges of a burned letter. it was an ephemeral thing, their bubble as she described it. shimmering and brief, and the point was having a moment.

jimmy and kim live in their own world of ghosts, but we don't know how their story ends yet. their connection has been anything but ephemeral. it has been enduring and constant. it has spanned years, transformations, victories, laughter and grief, bloodshed. they choose each other over and over again. they make each other braver and better, they make each other devious and worse, they define and illuminate and construct each other's identities, they are destructive and salvational for one another. the everlasting and ever-developing quality of that makes me think that maybe there's some measure of, if not light, at the end of their road, something akin to reunion and/or a modicum of healing. (a fool's hope in denial? maybe!)

tl;dr but YES i am very very emotional about the parallels and contrasts between their relationships at any given moment, and the courthouse city hall weddings in both cases moved me in a particular way.

alex and norma have this delicate, uncertain kiss that unfolds into a Real Thing

and they stand on the steps with the weight of this choice

jimmy and kim have a perfunctory kiss that becomes tender and Very Real

and they stand on the steps with the weight of this choice

they tie their lives and destinies together, and then cautiously carve out a space to call home amidst the tumult of a dark and threatening universe, trying to keep one safe place of sanctity for their hearts, one place to embrace each other regardless of their sins. the specter of death follows them past the threshold, but maybe that isn't the meaning of it in the end. maybe it was being seen. maybe it was taking their broken pieces and holding them reverently for a moment.

maybe it was taking the risk to love at all.

#anon i'm not sure anyone but you and me will care about this post and it turned into a novel but i love them all so much #absolutely devastating engulfing soul altering love stories #niche interests my beloved #two iconic blondes and the pathetic men devoted to them 💞💕💞 #pls forgive me for invading the tags with this it's for my own categorization purposes #a legal arrangement #jimmy mcgill #kim wexler #better call saul #it's not a movie #norma bates #alex romero #bates motel #anonymous #letterbox

[pocketlad]

!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i feel like crying right now in a good way djfhdjshfjahdfs #just listening to hydra by myth and roid and going insane #like from what i understand and interpret from it #its someone telling a person they are deeply in love with #that no matter what happens #they're going to give their everything for them even if it would end in vain or end rewardless #and to further that #when they're describing their everything that they're going to give for them #like their emotions and voice and hands and providing #its all worn out and negative #their emotions are 'burned-out' their voice is 'weak' and their hands are 'filthied' #and its like they're saying even though their body and soul is battered and weak #they're still going to dedicate themselves to the person they are talking to #and the singer is so hopelessly and painfully devoted to them that they dont even care what happens to themself anymore #AGHH #ITS SO SAD #and im thinking of the music video too! like at one point the android in the mv is sitting next to this skeleton thats laying on a bed #while the lyrics are playing in the background #and it makes me think that the skeleton is their lover that obviously died a very very long time ago #yet the android is still sitting next to their skeleton and telling them how much they love them #:( #and the fucking instruments too and the way the song sounds #i love the string instruments!! #i love paying attention to them #and the drums #and most of all kihow's VOICE #and i remember seeing this comment that said they'd never heard anyone able to convey so much emotion in their singing as much as her #and they're so correct! #and the ending of the song is the most exhilarating shit i've ever heard #okay im done

[brownsugar4hersoul]

“I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.” | Harlan Ellison |, Paingod and Other Delusions

#brownsugar4hersoul #soul candy #sugar for the soul #eye candy #brown sugar #soul food #spilled ink #harlan ellison #paingod and other delusions #self care reminder #life advice #deep quotes #note to self #book quote #gentle reminder #self reminder #friendly reminder #reminder #reminders #reminder to self #wise words #words of wisdom #wisdom #daily devotion #daily poem #daily poems #daily quotes #daily readings #daily thoughts #daily reminder

[sharkapology]

I know it's grim but seeing animal mothers that care for their young to the point of being near death is so... Heartbreakingly beautiful in a way.

A stray cat that's so devoted to her kittens she lets them suck her dry to keep them alive. A flamingo that's had her energy sapped laying an egg and caring for her young to the point of draining her of all color. Octopi as a whole, all facing certain death after spawning because they're so dedicated to care for their eggs they'll starve before they hatch.

Nature is the most cruel of beasts, and sometimes ensuring the survival of your offspring means going face to face with your own death.

#hope this doesnt read as anthropomorphism #i know animals care for their young out of instict and not the human concept of love outside of anectodal evidence #i just mean that. there are individuals of the same species that arent devoted at all. #like i have a dog who was horrified and scared of her puppies and did Not like being near them #and another (her grandmother god bless her soul) who was insanely in love with her puppies to the point of desperation #what im trying to say is. caring is not uniquely human. i suppose. #shark.txt

[thedeathwitchescats]

I think it is my responsibility as a tog fan to remind everyone that lorcan hadnt cried since he was a child, so 500 years, until the day on the beach and it is canon that he was crying, not bc elide hated him ((at least not entirely)) but because he wanted to save aelin and couldnt. And he then cried again when he saw her running through the field to him. Lorcan hadnt cried in 500 years but he cried over aelin twice AND was willing to crawl ON HIS FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES after he to try and save her.

#im pissed bc i saw someone attribute these emotions to elide and while i do think lorcan is head over heels devoted to #and in love with elide #he cried for aelin #he even tells elide that AND you see him narrate that in his pov #lorcan loved aelin #he is just an asshole #but he still deeply cared abt her and you see that on the page #he wouldnt have done all that just to get elide back #he didnt know they were mates yet #elide is the center of lorcans universe and she is the owner of his soul #but lorcan loved elide #AND ALSO #he let rowan put a knife to his throat and all but begged rowan to kill him #lorcan loved all of them #he is just emotionally stunted and a tad stupid #🪓 #tog

[peachsayshi]

cc x·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ thinking about...reader trying to break up with yandere gojo  

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection

notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.< 

wc: 1,228

gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session. 

his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits. 

“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice. 

“you want to take a break?” he repeats calmly, but those last two words are laced with disgust, barely slipping through his clenched teeth, and he lowers you down just enough for him to press the tip of his swollen cock against your slit. 

“I need to slow things down...” you breathe, lashes fluttering at the sensation from the contact. 

your thighs naturally start to tense up when he holds you there, and the pads of his fingers dig roughly into your hip to keep you in place. you hiss against the harsh touch, gazing down to find your lover pouting at you like a disappointed child.

any stranger would consider this an adorable expression with the way his big eyes widen while his brows upturn sorrowfully. 

to you, however, it was an entirely different message. 

“are you unhappy?” he asks, his words weighed down by hurt. 

a warm sensation travels up your calves as you try to maintain the pose and you shake your head no while squeezing him gently with reassurance. satoru flickers his attention back to the point of contact. your pelvis feels tight from holding this awkward position, and the ache to have him inside you naturally makes the space between your legs pulse with need. 

satoru gojo has given you everything and more. there is no reason for you to be unhappy. 

he made sure of that. 

“okay,” he confirms with a sigh, one palm moving to grope the curve of your ass while the other stabilizes your leg as he draws you down his length. “do you not love me?” 

a hard lump forms in your throat. 

you’re careful never to actually say those words to him. 

satoru’s devotion consumes your entire your soul - you can’t help but feel like you would be making a deal with a devil if you decided to admit your true feelings. 

you managed to keep his peace of mind this far by reassuring him with deep, promising kisses and strong acknowledgements of his feelings. 

technically you aren’t lying, but the reality is that you’re afraid to love him...and of what your love does to him.

giving him another silent reply, you nod your head as your fear creeps up the back of your spine. the only relief you find is the stretch between your legs, and your lips part into a circle as satoru gives himself to you inch by glorious inch.

your skirt flaps over you both, concealing him buried inside you. he arches forward to kiss your jaw, his large hands finding your breasts and he massages them over your fitted tank. 

he delicately trails his fingers down your waist to latch onto your hips once more. “then why...” he murmurs into your neck, “do you want to take a break?” 

your hand finds the back of his head, a moan leaving your parted lips when you feel him lick a stripe up the column before lightly nipping at your earlobe. 

“it’s just...” you gasp, feeling flowers of heat bloom in all the places he’s touching you, “I just feel like we are getting ahead of o-ourselves..ah...” 

he rocks your hips back and forth, moving at such a languid pace that you can’t help but clench your thighs around his own. your fingers curl around the snowy threads of his white hair, tugging at it gently before pulling his face away so you can meet his eyes. 

he looks smug - but he always does because he knows that you’re just addicted to him as he is to you. 

“isn’t that what we want?” he questions, the corner of his mouth twitching into a lazy smile as he takes off your top and unfastens your bra, “we’re already so perfect...” 

“satoru,” you whine, “that’s not the point-” 

this time he ruts his pelvis upward, interrupting your thoughts as he hits you at the right spot that makes your eyes disappear into the back of your head. he leans against the chair, maintaining full eye contact with you as he casually lifts you up before dropping you back down on his cock. “just want to make you m’pretty wife, is all...fuck you like this every single night...” 

you bite your bottom lip, frustrated with how wet he’s making you with his words. your body subconsciously succumbs to his demands and you slowly start bouncing up and down over his length. 

“that’s right, angel,” satoru grunts with approval, his hungry hands grab your ass roughly, and you squeak when you feel a slight sting from behind as the sound of his palm slapping against your skin echoes around the room. “see? I’m making you feel s’fucking good, your pussy’s so wet f’me...just for me...” 

when his mouth finds yours, you know you’ve lost the battle. his scalding kisses leave your lips swollen but you still search for him out of desperation to feel the fire. he’s reminding you how hard it would be to let go of him, reiterating that there is no man in this world who could ever love you as much he does. you feel silly for bringing this up, questioning your own trepidations about him and wondering if this is simply you sabotaging what you already have. 

you are in a daze from the way he fucks you but he isn’t slowing down his movements and you feel like he might actually split you in two. he would never speak to you with angry words, but you can feel it in his movements.

“gonna c-cum, gonna cum, gonna cum...” 

it comes out of you like a warning, but it only makes satoru go deeper and before you know it your vision is white. your body feels everything all at once, and the coil that’s been tightening around your lower belly loosens from the intense orgasm. the pleasure is euphoric, sinfully so, and it drains you of all the energy you’ve preserved. your body goes limp in satoru’s arms, and he keeps them wrapped securely around your waist as he pumps his cum inside you.

he holds you in this embrace, allowing the seconds to pass. his breath fans your collar bone while he tries to catch himself. your eyes feel heavy when you blink them open, and you cup his face in your hands as you seek to cool yourself down with his azure eyes.

“I’m never going to let you go,” he confesses with a sweet kiss to the inside of your palm, before placing another on your cheek while he tightens his grip, “so stop trying to push me away.” 

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

[satorkive]

DEVOTION 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SATORU

giving satoru kisses is the most important tradition on his day.

he heard you before he sees you as you walk towards him with enthusiastic steps. he is currently sitting on your shared couch and mindlessly scroll the remote.

“what’s up, baby?” he asks you as you continuously stare at him.

your lips quirk up and it reaches the deepest crevices of his soul and how it makes his heart pumps inside his chest. “nothing. i just…”

you take your place beside him and suddenly attack him with your infamous ‘healing kisses’.

“mwah!” you kiss his cheeks.

“mwah!” his nose.

“mwah! mwah! mwah!” his forehead, eyes, and lips. you struggle to hold your laughter as you exaggerate the sound of your smooches.

satoru snakes his arms around yours protectively. he feels overwhelmed with these annoying emotions; but falls in love with you again, and again, and again.

he looks like he is about to cry and he sniffs. you place a kiss on his jaw and you feel his lips touching your forehead.

“you’re too precious, baby. what did i do to deserve you?”

you smile, full of care and admiration. your heart seemingly bursts into joy with the love you have for satoru. if only you can pluck your beating organ and present to him like a gift so he can have something that signifies you—you will do it without hesitation.

“i love you. i love you. i love you.”

#🫧 — riri’s love letters! #i love ‘toru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo fluff