#satoken

[strawberrystepmom]

happy gojo fluff friday i guess. gojo x f!reader. established relationship, self indulgent crafting fluff, reader is teaches the second years. | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.4k, reading time 5 mins 17 seconds

“I used to make these all the time, remember?”

Sitting with your legs tucked beneath you in your living room, you hold up a bundle of braided twine bracelets, a rainbow of colors with assorted charms attached to them. Little plastic seashells on the blue one, flowers dotting the green one.

Satoru remembers, he still has the one you made him in your first year. It feels like a lifetime ago that six teenagers had vaguely matching mementos they wore showing their unity as a group, yourself and your fellow first years Nanami and Haibara and of course himself and his friends. 

“Blue seems cliche,” you opined at the time with a raised brow, a pink cheeked seventeen year old Gojo staring back at you anxiously. His crush had bloomed by then although you pretended to be oblivious to it. “How about pink instead?”

He has never been able to tell you no so he nodded, keeping his mouth screwed shut while you worked. Pink he received, so bright it almost hurt his eyes to wear it back then. You attached a little smiley face charm right in the middle, affixing it around his wrist. He wore it every day until it began to unravel, safely kept in a small lockbox in the back of his closet.

The same box that contains most of the memories you’ve given him, the photos, the cards, the trinkets, and the ones the two of you have yet to make including that pesky engagement ring he can never seem to figure out the right time to give you.

“I might take it to school with me tomorrow just to see what the kids think.”

Two big hands make their way to your bent thighs and you smile, still digging through the box in your lap. Beads, closures, all the stuff you used to pride yourself on keeping tidy and neat. You glance up at him, that same smile on your face.

“Let me make you a new one since I have all this stuff out.”

You dig through the box for a minute more, squinting and making a show of exaggeratedly humming. Leaning in toward him, you hold colored embroidery floss up to his face to compare it to the shades of his eyes, the unforgettable feature that they are. One bundle of floss is too green, the other is too yellow. 

“What do you think the kids will say?” He asks, watching each of your movements raptly. Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth when you concentrate, an adorable habit you’ve maintained in all of the years he’s known you, and you sit back on your haunches for a moment, hands on your thighs. 

Yet another adorable habit.  

He reaches to grab your arm, gently rubbing his thumb along the inside of it. You smile at the touch and ponder what your students will truly think if you bring this to them. It’s a bit of a dated hobby compared to the luxury of choice teenagers have now and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head.

“Well, Maki will probably say you’re rubbing off on me since I don’t bother to teach anymore and call it stupid to my face.” Satoru chuckles, watching through his lashes while you spring back into action, reaching behind you to grab a few more bundles of blue. “Inumaki will probably spell something inappropriate in English if I bring the letter beads. Panda will ask me to make each of them a matching bracelet because he’s sweet and will request that I make one for Yuuta to have when he gets back, too.”

Looking at the latest bounty recovered from the little tackle box that stores the trinkets required for this, you gasp. Cerulean with a deep blue sparkle woven through the strands. 

I’ll save this for something special some day, you told yourself more than a decade ago, spending your student stipend in some fancy embroidery shop in Nippori. Yen exchanged for fancy thread, dotted with glitter or metallic coating. You had no idea. Maybe you even bought it back then hoping a day where you’d be able to compare it to Satoru’s eyes would arrive, subconsciously laying the tracks for your own future.

“It’s a perfect match.”

The grin on your face is mirrored by your love who reaches around your body to grab from the twine selection himself. A handful of colors that match your eyes sit across his large palm and he glances down at the collection, mimicking your previous attempts to find something that screamed “him”.

“What are you doing?” The question is a half joke but you let him hum to himself, raising one bundle and then another to compare them. “Well, I didn’t make you one back then because I thought I was too cool,” he blinks at you, making you giggle. “I was right, of course, but there’s no time like the present, right?”

Nodding your agreement, you remove the paper from around the twine and shake it out. You’ll need some coordinating colors so you dig back through the bundles in front of you, sticking them against his face again. 

“I still have the one you made me, by the way.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and use your index finger to poke around in the bead compartment, searching for the perfect one for your newest creation.

“Don’t lie, I can always tell.” Satoru grabs your hand delicately although your fingers are still holding various crafting supplies and raises it to his lips, gently kissing your wrist. You are very attentive to the little things about him and likely noticed when he finally stopped wearing it, several years after it was first made. “I’m not lying. I had to stop wearing it because it was unweaving and I didn’t want to lose it forever.”

You feel guilty for the accusation and lean in toward him, kissing the tip of his nose, claiming your hand back from his grasp to begin braiding twine together into a pattern.

“I can always re-make it if you’d rather have a pink one,” you offer, braiding together various shades of blue in your lap without looking down. “I can wear this one.”

Smiling softly, he looks at you, then the bundle of your eye colored twine in his own hand.

“You wear the blue one and I’ll make one that matches you to wear myself, how about that?”

Nodding, you let the conversation fall quiet while he unbundles his own selections, fingers deftly separating and joining three strands, just the way you tried to teach him years ago when you assumed he didn’t care. He has always paid far more attention to you than you’ve realized and you’ve given him a lot to study over the last ten or so years.

“I think you should leave this at home,” he admits. It’s selfish but he doesn’t want to see you share this precious memory with your students who may not even appreciate it. He wants to sit cross legged on the living floor with you, making little friendship bracelets that will eventually unravel or fade or snap, for the rest of his life. He wants to make them for your children someday, matching bracelets with mom and dad. He wants to keep this, to keep you, all to himself.

“Okay. It’s probably for the best anyway, I don’t need to give them one more thing to give me shit about.”

Satoru leans toward you and kisses your forehead right as you’re finishing the blue bracelet. He looks down, tying and knotting it around your wrist, remembering when you did the same for him so long ago. 

“Looks good.” His words catch your eye and you smile up at him, looking between his eyes and the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. It is an uncanny match and you’re proud of your own eye for color though your pride is stopped in its tracks when he sticks out his wrist, bracelet pinched between two of his fingers and dangling from his hand. “Would you mind?”

You do as he did for you, as you’ve done for him before, with softness in your eyes it would be impossible to hide. 

“Not bad,” you compliment and he shrugs with a chuckle. “Obviously. I even think mine is the better of the two.”

Letting your hand rest in his lap, next to his, the hastily made bracelets sit one next to the other on each of your bodies. His eyes follow yours and he weaves your fingers together, thumb gently rubbing the thickest part of your palm.

It’ll always be the two of you, a perfectly matched set, no matter what.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #kendall writes #satoken

[izvmimi]

barely thirty seconds pass before you finally bite.

"what are you doing, satoru?"

the question is silly, because it's quite clear what he's doing, crystal even - he's staring into your eyes, and despite questioning it, you still haven't broken the eye contact, electric blue practically glowing as he stares into your eyes. you're close together, noses just inches apart, but he's not on top of you this time, nor is he about to kiss you anytime soon. still, you're rather intimate, sitting across his lap, your arms folded in your own.

it's a private and still moment, captured in the safety of your shared home. satoru clears his throat softly before answering.

"i'm trying to see if you'll fall in love with me," he replies, matter-of-factly. despite how reasonable he means to sound, his voice is subdued and breathy, and you laugh, and still you don't break eye contact.

"i'm already in love with you, silly."

you'd meant to wrap your arms around his shoulders with this statement, but his hands grip gently at your wrists, holding you still. he's barely blinking as he looks at you, not wavering as he stares deep into your soul. a minute has passed so far in your exchange, neither of you backing down.

"i want you to be sick with it. so full of love you can barely eat or whatever."

your eyebrows scrunch, and you scoff. "conceited."

gojo swallows your taunt like the sweetest honey, a smile tugging at his lips. his thumbs pass over the soft skin of your wrists, and he breathes in. your gaze continues to be held. he does love you, he loves you far more than anything in this world or the next.

"it's only fair that if i have to be this way that you do the same."

two minutes have passed now, but neither of you are really keeping track anymore. you can feel your own breath slowing, your heartbeat trying to match his in rhythm.

"you can't possibly love me more than i love you," you remind him. your lashes lower but your gaze does not. satoru tilts your chin upwards slightly, guiding you not to back down with the touch of his index finger.

"wrong. my love has no limits."

if you weren't so absorbed in the way his pupils dilate, or in the shades and sparkle in his eye, and your reflection in them, you might have had the wherewithal to remind him he's cheesy. but you can't. love is overtaking you again, and pulling you into his eyes.

another minute passes, and neither of you speak, suffocated with something intangible.

satoru breaks the silence again with another murmured 'i love you."

you say it back through a kiss, through your arms reaching for him, holding him close, through your repeated moans.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes #satoken

[mikage-rehoe]

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[pastacurls]

And what if I said them. What if I did. What then liberals.

#erased #erased anime #boku dake ga inai machi #the town where only i am missing #kenya kobayashi #kobayashi Kenya #fujinuma satoru #satoru fujinuma #satoru x kenya #kensato #satoken

[anime-ships-all-good]

Kobayashi Kenya x Fujinuma Satoru

Boku Dake ga Inai Machi

#boku dake ga inai machi #satoken #kensato #kenya kobayashi #satoru fujinuma #ship

[zorosdimples]

this is a little gift for my beloved kendall @strawberrystepmom—the light of my life and my better half! after the two incredible fics she wrote for my birthday, this is the very least i can do. happy endings are the only acceptable endings here 🤍

˗ˏˋ ꒰ satoken ꒱ ˎˊ˗ slow burn, idiots in love, soulmates, domestic bliss

nikita gill - what does love feel like?

one day you will meet someone / who will see the universe / that was knitted into your bones, / and the embers of galaxies glow to life in your eyes. / and you will finally know / what love is supposed to feel like.

#i made the mood board and dividers in canva! #i hope you like it!!!!!!! #satoken #mood board #i love this template can y’all tell? #satoru <3

[bakvrue]

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.”

Satoru's cocky smile, one you often wish you could wipe right off his face, bears down on you. Lowering himself to lick down your neck.

You open your mouth to bite back at him, but the words die in your throat and you let out a moan instead.

Of course you're sensitive, he's been toying with you for an hour; his hands have touched every inch of your skin, his long fingers have delved into every hole you have, and he's made you cum more times that you can possibly count. And now he's edging himself with your body.

His hands pin you in place. One holding your arms above your head, the other gently playing with your clit while he breathes you in.

His hips grind into yours as his cock slowly presses into you again and he groans. You can feel it rumble from his chest while he kisses your neck.

“So wet for me, so good.”

His thrusts start slow, angling up into that perfect spot, and then he starts to build. Soft eager thrusts turn into something not human very quickly. Faster that you can even sound out his name.

Your hands, still wrapped in one of his, try to grab for him, for any thing, but you can't. He's holding on to you so tightly you feel like you'll shatter.

But if he lets go you'll shatter too.

You cry out his name as your legs tighten around his waist, another orgasm already creeping up on you.

“Cumming already?”

You nod arching your back.

“Fuck.” He moans, his eyes flickering back in his head and he licks his lips, “Want me to cum with you? Give you what you need?”

He's still pounding into you, your whole body moving under him with each thrust.

“Please, Satoru.” Your panting whisper of his name has him so close. He lets go of your hands, choosing instead to grab your hips and pin you down to the mattress.

He jackhammers into you. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting. His eyes staring directly into your soul, his face contorting with every thrust bringing him closer and closer

You moan his name again, reaching up to his arms, scratching along his biceps and forearms, feeling his power.

“Fuck.”

Your body spasms, clamping down on his cock making it almost impossible for him to move, but he fucks you through it. He keeps going, drawing out your pleasure.

You gush around him as your mouth falls open. Your nails dig into his arm, your head shakes back and forth as his thrusts falter and then he slams inside you. His cock twitching as he fills you with cum.

His body collapsed on yours. An hour spent edging himself and he's absolutely gone.

“Always so good to me.” He mumbles as he crushes you, cock still kicking inside you.

You're too exhausted to move. The mess that is your hair, thanks to his relentlessness, will have to wait until after you've both recovered.

#🌸.satoken #gojo x reader

[kenjakunoodles]

satosugu is the only wildly popular ship to ever truly grip my soul and shake it like a chew toy, but i also find kenjaku/gojo infinitely funnier...

like, gojo realizes he was actually very Down Bad for suguru after the whole killing him thing, and then kenjaku rocks up wearing his skin like "hi bestie❤️,,,"

kenjaku doing a whole rental girlfriend thing, "yea i'll pretend to be your dead friend for an hour if you give me 50 bucks", gojo being morally ripped to shreds every time they meet but continuing to anyway because he can't let himself heal,,,

it's heart-wrenching, soul-crushing, unfiltered angst on gojo's part, but if you asked kenjaku about it he'd just be like "i do it for the vine yk"

#anyway this is assuming kenjaku reveals himself pre shibuya #this is also very messed up I AM AWARE #my brain is a cesspit of terrible fanfiction prompts i will never write #satosugu #(????) #satoken???? #gojaku #???? #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers

[akq96618]

incorrect wt

#incorrect world trigger #my art #world trigger #fanart #sorry arafune #taichi and satoken are babies

[strawberrystepmom]

#you and who guys you and who #satoken

[izvmimi]

cw: mostly sfw. daddy kink subverted.

your time spent with satoru is dotted and dashed with quieter, more intimate periods as well as more playful, passionate ones, and today you're going for the latter. the two of you have stolen away on your way back to report from a mission, and if either of your students were to find you, it would certainly be a cause for commotion, but that's the least of your concerns right now.

satoru kisses the side of your neck, then the front, right where your voice thrills as you moan his name. he's holding you close as you hide under the shade of heavily-leaved trees, arm around your waist and another hand rested gently on your cheek.

"'toru," you start.

he smiles against your lips again, and you press your hand against his chest lightly so that you can talk.

"i don't give you enough nicknames, do i?"

he pauses, then grins widely.

"well, if 'clown' is a term of endearment..."

you pout and he laughs, pinching your cheek with his thumb and forefinger. he kisses you again, and lets his teeth linger on your lower lip before letting go.

"what did you have in mind?" he asks. he's resisting the urge to get too handsy in public but that doesn't stop him from grabbing a handful of your butt as he leans in close so that your noses almost touch.

"what if i called you... daddy?"

he pauses for a moment, and so do you, and both of your breaths are held.

then in unison you both burst out laughing.

"you've got to be fucking kidding me."

he pulls away slightly, and thinks about it more, then laughs, louder this time, practically a cackle. before long the two of you are doubled over, no different from a couple of hyenas.

"daddy satoru. daddy satoru gojo. the strongest daddy," you continue.

"please," he says between giggles like a schoolboy, "no more."

"come on daddy, won't you let me call you daddy?"

"stop!"

you laugh and hug him and he kisses your forehead.

"okay fine, i'll come up with something else," you offer.

"just to be clear, i'm not against 'clown'."

you raise your eyebrow and he shrugs.

"let me reclaim it. it suits me," he insists. you ponder this for a moment a little too seriously.

"okay, but you have to be my clown," you add.

his blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight that threads from above. "deal."

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes #satoken #actually

[fushigurro]

ROBIN!!!! if your game is open I would love to play please and thank you and let me bust out hmmm I guess I’ll offer satoru what’s new.

our relationship is cake for breakfast after staying up all night insisting the other go to sleep but devolving into giggles instead. cold hands on warm cheeks. the final snowfall of winter that melts in less than a day because it’s no match for the sun. we are playful and silly but can depend on each other no matter what when shit gets hard.

oh i have the perfect thing 😎😎😎

𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟 & 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨. ⌇ heaven is a place on earth by belinda carlisle

everyone at the roller rink wishes they were satoken. you're holding hands and laughing as you go around, the music on the sound system seeming to be made for the two of you, and satoru loves staring at you in the colorful lighting that drifts around the room. don't be surprised if he decides to bust out some obnoxious moves, because of course he's a natural on roller skates (he's so annoying why is good at everything). he's also trying to convince you to let him do a whole figure skating/dirty dancing style lift in the middle of the floor.

moots describe your selfship and get an 80s date & song!

#letters. #moot: kendall #robin's 80s time warp. #kendall i know you're outfit is out of this world

[nanamikentoseyebags]

since you and your spirits are solely responsible for it….how about satoken for your moodboard game if you aren’t too bogged down??? many thankies 😚😚

satoken✨

I burnt as in a fire in her presence ... but what did I care to know what the fire was in which I burned and melted--it was enough that it was sweet to burn and melt.

(first love by ivan turgenev)

#YOU ARE MEANT TO BE IDK #THE SPIRITS APPROVED #kendall ♡ #julie games 🎮

[shuotaizawa]

not to be THAT type of fan but i genuinely think that satoru and kenya ending up together was completely plausible and would have been really sweet

#satoru was a hero in kenya's eyes... u cant get any sweeter than that #jk its not that im against the ending with airi and satoru #but even airi couldnt see him romantically ya feel? #ok nvm i sound high off my balls #i just love the idea of that anime having gay representation w satoru nd kenya #that is all #like if they had a short spin off w satoru like... 5 years after the ending? #kenya and satoru ending up tgt wouldnt be so far fetched i feel #erased #satoru fujinuma #kenya kobayashi #kensato #satoken #satoru x kenya