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[greycaelum]

Hi! Could you maybe make something protective Satoru-like? Maybe the reader is bothered by some drunken while coming back home?

Overall just angsty-fluff with comfort. Your style of writing is really to my liking and I've been thinking of taking a request for a while. I hope its not too much ❤️

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: { Tipsy }

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"You sure you don't need me to drive and pick you up later? It's a den full of wolves." Satoru crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe as he watch you wear the Jimmy Choo black pumps fitting your Friday night fashion for a girl's night out. "Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed. "Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

𑁍 Genre: mild angst to comfort, sfw (mild suggestive content)

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.3k)—/ alcohol, suggestive violence (not towards reader), the reader being bothered in the club—/

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, I hope you like this one. Drunk trope isn't my forte but it was fun writing this, better late than never —Grey,

Having a Gojo Satoru as a boyfriend means there's often a 6'3 giant lurking around you. Or if he's unavailable, undoubtedly one of his subordinates is tailing you in the shadows. It's a compromise you both reached knowing your lover has many enemies and it's for your protection too. Satoru won't take it kindly if ever something to you. He will lose it.

"You sure you don't need me to drive and pick you up later? It's a den full of wolves." Satoru crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe as he watch you wear the Jimmy Choo black pumps fitting your Friday night fashion for a girl's night out.

"Satoru, baby. You don't know how to drive." You looked at him and sighed.

"Y'know I don't need to drive, I can just whisk you away in a second back to bed!" He gasps dramatically and argued.

You giggled and threw your arms around Satoru's neck. Satoru won't have to admit it, but you have him wrapped around your finger.

"Call me when you wanna come home, 'kay?"

"Okayyy~" 

That was the plan... Until Utahime started wailing about still having no prospects for marriage even at her age. Shoko is too busy having a drinking contest with herself and you... well, Satoru's lightweight tendencies must be rubbing on you. Just one glass of margarita and you can tell that you are already tipsy, two more shots and you knew that was enough for tonight.

"Mei-san can I leave the two of them to you? I'll go home, I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

"I don't mind. Should I call Gojo for you?"

"No need, I'll call him. See you around Mei-san."

You made your way through the bar. It's so loud with the full-blast speaker and people dancing on the stage, some are getting a little more frisky in the open.

Did Satoru also go through this kind as a teen? You know he doesn't drink but did he ever go to a bar too? Did he also make out with some random girls and do the deed? Did he also—?

The dark thoughts are suddenly attacking you from all directions.

"Hey Miss, you look so lonely, care to spend some time with me?" A tall guy approached you, just from his scent you could tell he was wasted.

"No, I'm on my way home. Don't bother me." You stumbled a little but managed to grab onto the nearest wall to support yourself. Damn, maybe you should've stayed home instead.

"Awee c'mon, going home?" hiccup "Your cat at home got no tuna or somethin'?"

Fuck, the liquor in your veins is starting to get dizzying.

"Her cat is actually a territorial one. Now, fuck off from my woman."

The familiar cool spicy scent overpowered the bitter taste of liquor surrounding you, your body collided with a hard chest and a hand over your shoulder guided you close to his side.

"Hey, hold on to me alright pretty girl? 'M gonna get us home in a second."

True to his words, you feel the ground melting from your feet and in a second landed back on the floor of your home. There's a faint aroma of the chicken noodles you love.

"Satoru..." A small whine like a child escaped your sealed lips. You don't have the energy to wash up or even take off your clothes. You just brought up your arms asking for a carry.

"Y'know, you're too spoiled." Satoru sighed and hugged you while your feet clumsily took off your black pumps and left them there.

Satoru watch his girl act like a baby, whiny and more needy than usual as he carried her to the sofa and brought the warm mug of noodle soup to her hands.

"I told you to call me. What if I didn't come?"

Satoru helps you take off your makeup and at the back, he's running the water in the tub for you. He wants to scold you but the sight of your hazy eyes and flush cheeks will only evoke something else other than anger in him.

"Liar..." You slurred. "You always come even if I don't call..."

It's the perks of having a sober man who is too protective to let you go in a den of wolves as he would often phrase it, and yet still supportive enough to let you go on a girl's night out.

You don't wanna get used to him being a superman in your life but he does show up at the split second before the pinch. And you can't help but be complacent at the thought Satoru will always be there to catch you. Selfish... You silently berated yourself and finished the second mug of soup.

You stared at Satoru who is now drying your hair after a quick bath you had. The thoughts from earlier came running back to you.

Satoru set down the blower and that's when you turn around and crawled between his legs, your noses hit as you took his glasses down and stare into his cerulean orbs.

"Babe... wanna get frisky with me?"

"B-Baby?" Satoru uncharacteristically stuttered at the sudden aggressiveness, but he easily recovered and look down at your plump lips that seems to invite him to take a bite.

"Uhmp!" You gasped and felt yourself being rolled into a burrito roll towards your side of the bed and Satoru patting your head before he drop a kiss on your forehead.

"Ask that question again when your sober, you drunkard." Satoru chuckled at your pout and frown.

"'m not a drunkard! Satoru you coward!" But no matter how you spite him Satoru merely shrugs and gently pats you to sleep.

He watches you murmur empty threats with that feisty mouth towards him while he hums and lets you tire yourself out with the liquor in your veins still making your thoughts fuzzy. He thinks you're really cute when you're drunk, and if he was a lesser man he doubts he'll have the strength not to rail you all night.

But Satoru doesn't like the thought of doing it when you're barely sober to give him decent permission. So he painfully stuffs a pillow between the two of you while you're rolled in the blanket as he shushes you to sleep.

The next day, you woke up almost rolling down the bed to free yourself from the blanket. Satoru was already downstairs. He looks at you with a knowing smirk as you approach him for a morning hug and kiss.

"Hey, ask me the question again, Baby." Satoru hugged you as if he could press you any closer to him when even a thread can't pass between the two of you.

You could feel the fast beating of his heart against your chest.

"... What question 'Toru?" You pat his back and look at him. Did you ask something weird last night?

"..." Satoru stopped swaying you and frowns before running his hand over his face.

"Eh? Did I do something while I'm drunk?" What's with his reaction? You tried going back to your memory but you can't remember anything more than him giving you chicken noodle soup.

"This is why I don't drink." Satoru huffs and pouts at you. You're hopeless when you're drunk. Satoru looks at your (his) clothes. His shirt looks oversized in your frame running down to your mid-thighs while your hair falls freely to your back, your legs are in his full view, plump and full to his touch while you wiggle your bare toes in the warm insulated flooring.

"Hey Baby... wanna get frisky with me?" He rasped, tipsy with you.

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #1 and #72.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affections Collections]

Request 1 & 72 [ List is here ]

—goodnight kisses & burying the head in the spaces of his/her neck

Notes & Warning: fluff, clingy & touch starved Satoru, a pinch of angst if you squint, domestic eve, Word Count: 1.2k

"Thank you for joining, I hope you like it!" —Grey

Sheets

What is a good evening? If you were to ask Satoru that question years ago, without hesitance he would answer a mediocre type of night. 'take out for dinner, a cold bath, and uninterrupted sleep'

It was when his cold sheets and aircon in the full blast were enough to drown his exhaustion, his curtain blind shut, and not a single ray of moonlight could irritate his sensitive eyes for the next three hours of the wee morn.

"Which mask do you want for tonight, 'Toru?"

But it isn't the same evening he wishes for anymore.

You strut into the bedroom and climb on the bed. Satoru paused the game he was playing and took off his glasses at your cute figure crawling up and straddled his lap, two packets of face masks in your hand.

"Is this the one you bought last week?" His lips pursed to point to your right hand whilst his hands found your legs to steady you above his abdomen. Your sweet weight crushes him just the way he wants it to be. He could admire you sitting on top of him doing this quixotic domesticity for hours.

"Yeah, your skin is so dry."

He can't argue with that. Not that sleeping at 1 in the morning and getting out of bed by 4 will rejuvenate him. Taking off his glasses and setting them aside. You rip off the lid and slowly lay the cold damp sheet above his face, careful fingers padded the sheet to play with his angular cheeks.

"Your jaws are so prominent 'Toru," you mumbled to yourself making him chuckle.

"Well, ain't you lucky? Snagging a guy such as me with pretty jaws." He hummed in confidence and closed his eyes.

You shrug and your fingers slowly travel to his supple pink lips. It is hard to comprehend how such lips could be this naturally glossy to the point of envy. They're the very same lips that never fail to take your breath away from every kiss Satoru offers.

"...!"

Satoru's eyes shot open. A soft and moist touch captured his lips in a gentle manner and left as quick as it arrived. He stared as you lick your lips and giggled unabashed.

"I thought you're gonna sleep." You reasoned out and made a move to get off of him but Satoru grabbed your thighs, putting you back in place.

"Continue what you were doing." He grunts.

"I wasn't doing anything," you nonchalantly replied and pulled away, this time Satoru let you off. A slight drop from his eyes while he watches you saunter to the bathroom and get ready for bed.

The nights of tossing around wide awake with demons under his bed looming over him the moment he closes his eyes have become a distant memory that Satoru barely remembers. Since you came along, nights of tranquil domesticity became a norm, perhaps the only routine that he will get used to no matter how repetitive it is.

He hates routines, the idea of doing the same thing over and over again makes Satoru's muscles stiff, reminding him of his monochrome childhood that barely had anything good to remember. But the way you go under the covers and pull them up your shoulder, like second nature your head buries in the juncture of Satoru's neck with the tip of your nose faintly nuzzling his skin.

"Night," you murmured leaning upward to press a chaste kiss on Satoru's puckered lips.

He quickly captured your lower lip and nibbled on it before letting go and giving you one more loud smack making you giggle and hit his chest.

"G'night Baby,"

He cooed at your sleepy yawn, long arms snaking over the back of your shoulders, rubbing circles as Satoru watched over you to fall asleep and bury your face into his chest. You look so precious squeezed against him. Pressing one more kiss on your forehead he shifted you closer and let sleep overcome him

In the middle of the night, your parched throat woke you up. Satoru has long turned to his side of the bed, curled up, and thrown the covers off his feet. It's amazing how he can sleep with only his boxers on and not get a stomachache in the morning from the cold.

Pitter-patters on the roof slowly turn into huge drops of rain, and lightning and thunder soon followed. The thunderstorm from tonight's forecast seems to have moved earlier than expected. Hopefully, you won't sleep in the morning, everyone knows how hard it is to leave the bed on a cloudy day.

You finished the glass of water and tiptoed down the bed to close the curtains. Satoru easily wakes up with the movement of light but surprisingly not a sliver of movement or sound came from him. Walking back to the bed you brush the fringes that fell over his forehead and pull the blanket up his stomach. He mumbled inaudible words completely freezing you in place as he turn to sleep on his back.

A sharp flash of lightning followed by the whipping sound of booming thunder almost made you jump, even Satoru frowned in his sleep but didn't wake up anyway.

You stared at his slightly ajar lips, Satoru lightly snore every time he takes a breath. It's terribly rare to even catch Satoru sleeping like a log. Propping your elbows to support your head you watch him sleep, he looks cute and lovable like this. Satoru is only cute when he's asleep, when he's awake he's a menace. An obnoxious but your lovable menace. The thought made you smile, a little bit tempted to pinch his cheeks smooshed against your shoulders.

"Sleep lots," you whispered adoringly, hoping he would sleep as much as he wants without any bad dreams. You lean in to press your lips over his, nudging his cheeks with the tip of your nose, and went back to your side of the bed with a smile.

"Baby," Satoru raspily groaned, pulling the blanket off his waist and wiggling his way to you. One blue eye opened, staring at you drowsily as he press his bare torso body against you, tangling his legs with yours.

"Awake? Sleep some more." You murmured between the rain drops pouring on the roof. Pulling back the blanket he has thrown away you cover it over your waists. Amidst the chilly blast of the aircon and the coldness of the rain, the faint coziness and warmth of the sheets cocooned the two of you.

"Why're you not 'sleep?" Satoru slurred, burying his face into your neck. He took a deep breath and softly sighed. It was almost your imagination, but Satoru nuzzled the tip of his nose to your neck and clutch you tighter, like a child seeking warmness from the algid winter.

"Stop talking and sleep," you yawned and threaded your fingers into his hair, a pleasure you know he is addicted to, something that easily melts your unbridled man-child into a purring and sleepy mess. And just as you expected, Satoru languidly litters whatnot kisses on your neck that slowly faded and he fell asleep just the same as you did. Clutching each other under the sheets with sleepy murmurs and kisses.

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #2 and #17.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X​​ Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 2 & 17 [ List is here ]

hand kisses & kisses as a promise

Notes & Warning: pure fluff, Y/n's away for a week, pouty Satoru; Word Count: ±900

"Imagine Satoru's eyes twinkle whenever he's kissed lazily, no hurries, no needy thoughts, just plain hugs and kisses, innocent fluffy cuddles in the couch. I hope you enjoy this, thank you for joining~" —Grey,

Fond

"Can I have my hand back, please?" You sigh in helplessness, but a subtle smile on your lips as you try to reach for a shirt in the standee. Satoru is holding the shopping cart in one hand and the other holding yours.

Satoru hummed but refused to let go of your linked hand, nonchalantly taking the shirt and putting it in the already filled shopping cart. It seems that he has the mission to buy whatever you touch.

"'Toru, my hand please?"

"Nu-uh, this is in case you get lost from me Baby," he pouted and twiddled with your fingers, eyeing the fourth finger of yours, the corner of his lips curved up. "Or what if I get kidnapped from?" he gasped exaggeratedly.

"Impossible don't you think?" You raise a brow at your beau's height. "I bet you would turn this place upside down to find me, besides who wouldn't spot you?" you pursed your lips and squeeze his hand anyway, tucking yourself under Satoru's arms and pushing the cart with him.

Satoru didn't say anything and took the back of your hand to his lips, languidly kissing it longer than usual, dropping smaller soft kisses on your knuckles, tugging you to the women's section of the department store.

"Is this some kind of challenge?" You groaned as Satoru dropped the shopping bags on the carpet of your home and pulled the both of you into the couch, hands still intertwined after the whole afternoon of leisure date.

"I have to hold your hand before you go." A sullen look bloomed on his face. His lower lip jutted and his broad shoulders visibly slackened. With your other hand, you pull his glasses off and reveal his vivid blue orb swirling with sadness.

"Don't leave the group alone," he murmured, rubbing your wrist with the pad of his thumb, he pressed your hands to cradle his cheeks and kiss the faint beating pulse. "I'm sending a few people to look over you but it's better if you have a friend or manager by your side."

"Thank you, but don't overdo it, even two people is more than enough." You lean forward to kiss his forehead whilst your legs close around his hip to pull you even closer.

"I know," he hummed, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you down for a tender kiss. "Don't... stay up too late."

"Now, that's something that YOU have to promise me," you scoffed and rested your forehead against Satoru's, he leaned on the back of the couch and stared back straight into your eyes.

"It's hard..."

Your head inclined to the side, asking what he meant.

"Sleeping alone is hard." He completed and sheepishly smiled but as he rub the back of his neck you just know that he meant it.

"It's just a week, I'll call you in our breaks." A little ache pinches your heart as Satoru looks even miserable. "Before you know it, well be sleeping under the same blankets while the movie is still playing."

Satoru hopes so too, it's so bland to imagine waking up alone without your weight draping over him, without your cold feet for him to warm. It's so hard to imagine that there's no you in the shower while he talks on the other side of the glass and eventually joins you just for fun. Without you to steal some snacks from. It's a lot hard to think that you won't be there for him to cuddle at night, talking in drowsiness with stuff you did during the day.

"Be back soon," he groaned, rubbing your soft lips with his thumb, the other drawing nonsensical patterns on your hip.

"Don't eat all the cake in the fridge while I'm away, I'm gonna spank your butt if I found out you only ate sweets the whole week," you warned with the most threatening glare you could muster.

"Spank me, Baby," he cooed deviously with a Cheshire grin.

"Satoru!"

"What? I'm not a goat to keep eating leaves until you come home." Satoru chuckled and evaded your impending punch.

"That's not what I'm saying," your face contorted.

"Just come home, no scratch and no whatnots."

You pouted but nodded anyway. Satoru gave you a bright smile, capturing your lips with another sweet and passionate kiss. "Deal is sealed, no going back on your word Baby." He murmured breathily between your kisses.

"As if I would even try to." You drown his words, covering him completely with languid and gentle kisses as you linked your hands together, somehow filling over the anxiousness of not seeing each other for a short time, savoring the hours together with kisses and 

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #24 and #73.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 24 & 73 [ List is here ]

giggly cuddles & tracing patterns on their stomach

Notes & Warning: fluff, cuddles after work, whiny Satoru, Word Count: 1.5k

"Satoru always gives me the vibes of randomly coming up to you to do some weird quizzes he found in the internet. I hope you like this, thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Quiz

You've been working since lunch until the day has turned night. Consequently, today is one of the rare days Satoru got a day off.

"Bunny, can I have my cuddles now? Please?" He leaned on the door frame, mustering the most polite whine he could ever do. Satoru's been waiting for you forever but you don't seem to have any intentions of finishing up and finally giving him the attention and love he deserves. The thought of it makes your beau pout, feeling down and lonely.

"In a minute Baby." Still unaware that the man is just a few feet away.

Satoru groaned, glaring at the screen of your laptop, the half devil in him tempted to pull out the router. But he's not just going to get a beating for destroying your hard work. He just really needs attention.

Unable to resist no more he sauntered into the room and positioned himself behind you, leaning down to wrap an arm around your shoulders whilst his cold lips press on the junction of your neck feeling your shudder from the heat of his breath.

"Bunny, please? I'm cold." Satoru shut his eyes, a crease on his temples formed as he tries to intake your faint floral scent. "Bed now, please?" He pleaded with a little whimper that never fails to pinch your heart and conscience.

The tapping on the keyboard finally halted, and the sound of the laptop shutting down was the signal. Your chair turned around and met his puffed cheeks and sad eyes. With a heavy sigh, your cold tired hands held his wrist, gently rubbing in silent apology.

"Okay," you whispered and roused up from the chair to stretch your stiff muscles while Satoru opened his arms to catch you. "Sorry about that, I already finished the last one." You buried your face into his hard chest, inhaling the masculine musk and faint scent of your floral shampoo sticking all over him

"What made you want to have a second date with me?" He read aloud with a devious smile pilfering over his lips.

After a quick bath, the two of you ended up doing couple quizzes for fun. That's how you ended up on the bed, with your back against the headboard and Satoru sitting between your legs with his head laying over your stomach. Your fingers are carded through the thick locks of Satoru's mane, you know he loves to feel your nails run through his scalp, and to his undercut, it makes him feel drowsy, and safe in your hold.

"Coz the cheesecake in the cafe we went to on our first date is heavenly so I wanted to visit again."

"You dated me for food? Excuse you." He turned around and accused you with his glare. "And here I thought you really liked me back then!"

"Hey," you giggled. "But I love you more now, compared back then."

The pout on Satoru's lips melted away, his head bashfully turned back to the screen with a bashful smirk on his lips at your declaration. You could try to fool him but the certain memory of your blush and awkwardness on your first dates tells otherwise.

"Really?" Satoru laid on his belly and rested his chin on your stomach. A childish grin now stretches on his lips. The teasing glint of his eyes trained on your serene countenance. "You love me more than..." He hummed to himself, thinking of things that you like. "More than your pancakes with heavy whipped cream and strawberries?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer me."

"Of course, I love you more."

Satoru pursed his lips but after staring at your raised brow he cannot hold back the giggle.

"Yeah, I know you love me most," he claimed with a smug look on his face.

Your hands in his hair pulled back a bunch of his locks in revenge for the teasing making him grunt and still lay on your tummy.

"Then what made you ask me to go out with you?" It's your turn to ask.

"Coz you looked hot in your suit and tie," he croons making you roll your eyes at the superficial reasoning. "Like Baby, have you seen yourself in the mirror when you work? I bet you didn't" he slurred, pushing your shirt upward to expose your cute tummy. The cold wind made you shiver accompanied by the languid stroke of Satoru's finger against your sensitive skin.

"'Toru!" You warned, covering your mouth to stop your giggles from the tickles running up to your spine. "That tickles!"

"You look hot as hell," Satoru whispered, fingers tracing the letters H... O... T on your trembling skin. His lips quirk as you squirm and try to pull away gasping for air.

"Have you seen yourself frown and put your hands on your hips? When your brows furrow I could feel the hair on my nape stand up." Satoru found your belly button, littering cute kitten nips and bites on the sides as his hand gripped your waist in position. "You make me giddy and bothered whenever you do that." He purred with fingers tracing nonsensical shapes over your ticklish belly.

"You're just needy, stop that," you hissed but eventually whined when you cannot hold back the giggles from the shuddering sensation on your belly. "Satoru!"

Smirk dawn over your man's lips as he toys with your exposed skin while firmly gripping you to stay in place with his chin on your navel blowing hot breath to add in the teasing. He's proud of the beads of tears moistening your lashes and the gasping giggles of yours falling past your lips. Precious, he thinks.

"What? You want more?" He grins.

You vehemently shake your head and lean your head to the side and catch your breath. Satoru chuckled at your exhausted figure. Dropping one long sweet kiss on your trembling belly button he hoist himself up until his chin found the valley of your bosom and laid there, feeling the way you breathe in and out.

"Just so you know I meant everything that I said." Satoru hums, searching for your eyes.

You exhaled and stared back at him. Your hands resume running through the arctic looks of Satoru's.

"Y'know," you hummed. Satoru innocently raises his brows. "You look hot in your sweatshirts too." You trailed your eyes downward. Your fingers found the tip of Satoru's chin, tilting them up. He pliantly followed the guide of your fingers to expose his neck to your hooded eyes. "Especially your collarbones." You bite your lips as the juncture of his chest appeared before you and giggle unabashed.

"Just my collarbones?" Satoru whispered, a cloud of emotion flickered past before you could register them.

"Just your collarbone." You repeated and immediately regretted it. Satoru's eyes glinted and before you could try to struggle he already pounced and pinned you down. "Satoru! Get off!"

"Just my collarbones huh? Just because I didn't pull you back in the bed this morning, you forget already?" Your body throbbed and writhe when Satoru peppered nips and bites over your struggling frame. The echo and pitches of your gasping breaths and giggles accompanied by his teasing and chomping went on until you tapped all breathlessly, trying to crawl away, panting for dear oxygen.

"That should teach you," Satoru smirked and laid on his back, turning your positions around as you are now the one laying on top of him. Your eyes closed and your breathing finally slowed down. He fondly strokes your hair whilst rubbing your back with his other hand. Spending your left energy on laughter. It didn't surprise Satoru as your eyes gradually drop in drowsiness.

With your cheeks smooched against his warm stomach, you drift to the haze of dreamland. Subconsciously smothering your face as if burying yourself deeper against him. Satoru can't help but find you adorable like a bunny. Now that his exhausted bunny has finally tired out the rest of her strength it's his turn to bask in your presence after patiently waiting the whole day to hold you in his arms.

"Sleep tight, Baby."

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #57 and #69.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Fiancée​​ Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 57 & 69 [ List is here ]

tying his/her hair & catching them practicing signature with his/her surname

Notes & Warning: pure fluff, mentions of political marriage; Word Count: 2k

"Hello! Thank you for joining. It's taking me a while to get these one-shots out because of school opening and other matters but I hope you enjoy this piece!" —Grey,

Betrothed

"Can you really do it?" Your eyes squint at the rubber band between Satoru's lips. The comb poking out of his chest pocket while his long fingers maneuver through sectioning your hair.

"Mleaph if to me!" His muffled words resounded and gave you a dazzling thumbs up with a wink in the mirror.

"Do it properly for once, I don't want to be a laughingstock at our engagement party," you sighed and gave up, leaving this to your fiancé's hands.

"I'll make you the prettiest girl at that party, don't cha worry sweetheart," Satoru beamed and comb your hand but pulled too hard, almost making you tear up from the sound of your hair breaking apart.

"Gojo Satoru!"

"Okay! Okay! It was an accident, I'll do it gently!" He yelped and soften up the brushing.

Your engagement with Gojo Satoru is an unconventional one. For example, you moved to the Gojo Estate three days after the arrangement of your betrothal but it took six months after that for you to formally meet him.

He never hide his distaste for the arranged marriage however he never treated you harshly either. The silent understanding that both of you are tied down to your clans.

"Do you want the black one or the red one?" He ushered the hairpin case with assorted colors to you while tying your hair temporarily with rubber bands.

"The black one, please." You extended him the pins and he hummed, securing the fly-away hair.

Long ago you thought that he was a huge asshole. This is not because of the rumors ongoing in the Jujutsu society about the strongest, you're aware how judging people based on gossip proves to be dangerous and inaccurate but this asshole-ness of your fiancé was something you experienced beforehand.

Who would tell you to get ready because he's taking you out for a 'proper date' and show up three days later? That's not just it. The guy has the habit of breaking decorum on important occasions leaving you to clean up after his mess.

But then again that was what you thought long ago. Along the time spent, you learned to read between the lines of how Gojo Satoru dictates his actions and words.

"This part looks crooked, don't you think?" Satoru hummed as he stared at your reflection in the mirror and sized the left part of the hair that he tied.

"It looks miserable," you huffed and his face morphs into a sulk at your joke.

"Meanie, I have a perfect 20-20 vision." He shrug and comb your hair back to hide the uneven hairline.

"Do. It. Properly."

"Don't be like that, Utahime is rubbing on you, huh?"

The time you spent with him slowly revealed Satoru's peculiar quirks you never expected out of the renowned sorcerer.

For one, he doesn't sugarcoat words. It's just that he can make the word 'die' and 'death' light with his humor. Second, he's severely touch-starved. He's always the first one to offer you his hand to support you and never let it go until you pull away.

He has zero awareness of personal space. And many more little things of his that slowly cracked the unease and awkwardness of this relationship that started as an agreement.

"Nom~ nom~" Satoru deposited his face on your shoulders and nibbled your earlobe. You squirm and push him away, covering your ears with a glare of accusation which makes him laugh and kiss your shoulders. He resumed combing your hair.

You moved out of the Gojo Estate and accepted his invitation to stay with him in his penthouse in one of Tokyo's private highrise buildings. But in the end, you decided to stay in his medium size dorm in the college grounds, the one he uses since his teen days and until now he's a teacher, you accompany him during weekends and lessen the hassle of traveling between downtown and the suburbs.

It proves to be fruitful in developing your relationship as a couple and not just some forced teens in a political marriage.

The longer you spend your time the more Satoru redefine the things you've grown and pulls you out of the shell your clan molded you.

This moment with him is one of those. He has noticed your struggles with combing your long hair that your clan refuses to let you cut because they say it signifies your wealthy status and beauty.

Stupid traditions that only weigh you down. Satoru offered to comb it for you. He made it a habit even though you know how much he hates routines. From time to time he would even sing that creepy song from Tangled and acts like Mother Gothel making you snort and laugh with him.

The door of your dressing room opened and your soon-to-be mother-in-law walk inside but froze before she could take the third step.

"Satoru? What are you doing to Y/n-san." She gasps and walks straight toward the two of you with horror painted on her face. "Where are the stylist and make-up artist we arrange?"

You pointed to the guy behind you.

"I threw them out." He said as if it was the most obvious thing. "I can do the job perfectly. See?" He turned your seat and showed it to his mother. But as you stare at yourself in the mirror you can't see any difference than your hair being combed and tied to a low ponytail.

You glared at your fiancé. He just wanted to comb your hair.

"This is not appropriate," his mother is close to hysterical when she saw the time. "You cannot-!"

"It's fine Madame. Satoru did a great job," you smiled and Satoru gave you a wink and thumbs up. The elder lady cradled her head as if in pain and huffed.

"We'll do your hair later, the guests are all downstairs." She left after leaving instructions.

"Your mother will grow more white hairs because of you." You scoff and accepted Satoru's offered arm. Dainty hand found its place in the hook of his elbow.

"Part of my charms," Satoru passes you a side glance, surveying your form from his viewpoint he can't find or understand the fuss of his mother about your looks for today. "They don't understand you look most beautiful in your simple form."

You pursed your lips and clutch his arms. Satoru and his talent in flustering you. You can't even decipher whether you should kick his shin or hide your face in his chest

"You have the gal the say that when all you do is draw whiskers on my face when I'm sleeping."

Satoru chuckled and opened the door leading to the main hall where everyone is waiting to congratulate the both of you.

Men look at you in admiration and envy of Satoru while women stare at you with pensive eyes, eyeing you up and down and whispering to themselves.

The party required you and Satoru to meet each and every guest. Patriarchs and Matriarchs and their children from the selective families branching from Gojo and your clan. It was more than just socializing but also establishing your first impression with them.

All that time Satoru held your hand to support you, whilst you squeeze his palm as a reminder when he gets out of control.

By the time the curtains are to be concluded, the soles of your feet are burning and the strap of your heels has irritated your ankles to painful red. Satoru appeared behind you and brought a pair of fluffy slippers. Effortlessly kneeling before you, he lifts your feet on his propped knee and massages the aching muscles.

"Next time, you should wear flats." His thumb gently stroked the back of your foot. He got some ointment on his finger and spread the cold cream on your irritated skin. "Last thing I want is you with a sprained ankle."

"I'd look like a joke if I wear flat on that dress." You pouted and stared as Satoru apply the medicine with diligent care and delicateness, a faint frown on his temples as he concentrated on treating your feet.

"You're going to be my wife, no one would call you a joke." He slipped the slippers on your foot. Satoru looks up to you in confidence. The same boyish grin stretched on his lips

"I know," you raise your chin and crossed your arms, biting your inner lips to fight the smile.

After treating your feet, Satoru tucks you in bed, dropping a chaste kiss on your lips and promising to join you later after he finishes sorting out some papers.

Even at his engagement party, he had to do a last-minute mission that now needs a report, something that Satoru isn't keen on doing. Putting on whatever he remembers on the site, he signed it with his Hanko seal underneath.

Satoru smirked. Soon you'll be sharing the same surname with him. It's such an obvious thing but it bothers his thumping heart like a cat being stroked in the belly until he purrs in bliss.

Maybe he can adopt your name too.

"L/n 悟"

He rarely puts effort into writing with perfect calligraphy, but right now, he thinks he can fill the long bond paper with beautifully written kanji characters of your surname attached to his name. He can already imagine writing his name and stamping your Hanko seal side-by-side in future documents you will both sign as a married couple.

He could get use to writing your name and his over and over again. Tomorrow he will order a seal made with his name in your surname.

"What's taking you long?"

Satoru look up from the paper and saw you leaning on the doorframe, rubbing your eyes and barefoot.

"Why? Can't sleep without cuddling me, Baby?"

You huffed as he grinned and beckoned you in his hold. Without a second thought, you saunter and let Satoru's strong arms hoist you on top of his lap, his hand guiding your head to rest on his broad shoulders and position your legs to his side, whilst your fingers clutch his shirt like a child.

"Are you done?" You murmured with eyes closed, basking on the warmth Satoru radiates and the lulling sensation of his thumb drawing circles on your shoulders.

"Yeah," he breathes.

"Why didn't you come to bed?"

"Hmmm," Satoru hummed, pressing a kiss on your temples and nuzzled the tips of your noses against each other. You feel so fuzzy and sleey with all the little nothings Satoru is showering your drowsy self. "I was writing your name."

"My name?" You opened your eyes and gaze on his dreamy orbs.

"Well, you know you're gonna get married to me, right?"

You nod. Satoru continued.

"And were gonna share the same surname coz you can't have two surname at the same time in Japan."

You mumbled an affirmative. Removing yourself from his hold and found the paper he was writing on when you came.

"L/n 悟"

You quirk a brow and brought the paper at eye-level then turn to Satoru.

"You want to take my surname 'Toru?" That's a surprise. You know Satoru isn't the one to follow traditions even so it's natural that you'll most likely take his name after the marriage. But seeing him write his name in your surname, for some reason squeeze your heart.

"Why not? We should have our seals made tomorrow." Satoru shrug. "You know, for future purposes." He purred with subtle tease and pulled you back to his chest.

"Then we should have two Hanko seals made each for us." You smiled and asked for Satoru's hand which he gladly offered you. With the tip of your forefinger against Satoru's callous palm, you trace the familiar kanji characters that has been engraved with Satoru since his birth. The strokes were too familiar considering it has been imbedded in your muscle memory with the countless time you have memorized his name. Satoru's breathe hitch with every drag of your finger grazing the roughness of his hand, writing the name he has imagined countless of nights, wide awake thinking about you and him.

五条 Y/n

You smiled and smear his chin with a cute kiss. Unaware of how his heart just leaps like a lost fish finding back its way into the water. Satoru pouted and lean on your lips properly to get a quick and sweet kiss.

"I'm sleepy," you yawned and let yourself succumb to the safety and warmth that Satoru's embrace offers you. 

Silently and unmoving, Satoru watches you fully slip into dreamland before gathering you in his arms and trudging to the bed, placing you down on the mattress like a baby, staying still when you groan and frown in your sleep, he gently pats your shoulders to ease you and roll on his side of the bed.

Closing his eyes with you is the last thing he saw tonight, and will also be the first he will see tomorrow. Like a silly teenager, his heart throbs as he looks forward to the coming days with you.

Footnotes:

—Japanese people usually use Hanko/Inkan—a seal/stamp with their name and family name. It functions the same as a signature, the difference simply lies in the process. In signature, you write while in Hanko you stamp.

—Under Japanese law, married couples must have the same family name, with the exception of international marriages. Unlike Japanese marriages, if you marry a foreigner, there is no change to your surname (family name) if you do not go through any special procedures. To change your surname to that of your foreign spouse, you can do so within six months of the date of your marriage by applying for a change of surname at the municipal office of your place of residence.

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—little love notes & using his glasses

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"Hello! a stand-alone and one for Kaleidoscope Series it is, you got it. Thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Sneak

I.

Satoru has a habit of leaving random messages around the house.

For example, his snack jar has a note stuck on it, FOR SATORU, DON'T TOUCH UNLESS YOU'RE REFILLING THE JAR ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Or one of the few days when he'll make you lunch-a messy bento that has more dessert than the rice and side dishes. It would always have a note or two about, I MADE IT WITH LOTS OF LOVE DON'T FORGET TO SEND ME A PICTURE OF BEFORE AND AFTER YOU EAT IT! LOVE YOU CHIBI~ (≧▽≦)

Including the sticky paper stuck on your forehead with silly emoticons and notes written on it. You brush your teeth while staring at the messy penmanship reflected in the mirror.

'Imma pick you up later, love you Chibi, I ate your yogurt in the fridge ('⊙ω⊙')! it was very yummy, buy more next time (ᗒᗨᗕ)'

"That jerk... I was going to eat that for breakfast," you grumbled and peel off the paper. You've reached the phase in your relationship where "yours is mine, live with it". Grabbing your towel from the rack you strip off your PJs and quickly took a shower. Halfway through the bath, you reach for your shampoo but it was empty to the point that not even a drop would come out. Satoru's extra-large shower gel was your to-go and squirted a generous amount of the eucalyptus-scented soap.

You: Get shampoo and toilet paper on the way home, buy me my yogurt, or I won't cook any dinner for you (╬≖_≖) 

Sent

You mailed him while locking the house and walking to the bus stop where your company's shuttle will pick you up. Just right in time you catch your ride and sat on the seat your phone dinged.

Seen

Typing...

LOYL 'Toru: ༼ಢ_ಢ༽ ᶠᵉᵉᵈᵐᵉ /ᐠ-ⱉ-ᐟ\ﾉ why are you angry?! (=˃ᆺ˂=)'

For a record, that contact name was not your idea. Love Of Your Life. It was all Satoru's doing after he saw his contact name in your mail addresses with a plain 'Satoru' in his number. He changes the name with a pout and hurt expression as he types in his self-proclaimed nickname. 

You: You stole my snack (=ↀωↀ=)

LOYL 'Toru: (=˃̣̣̥᷄ᆽ˂̣̣̥᷅=)ฅ I'll buy you yogurt, just cook my favorite nikujaga?'

You: (^^)ｂ keep your word or I'll make you eat Yom-ra Daewang ramyeon* for one day straight

LOYL 'Toru: ༼;'༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ Yes Ma'am'

Satoru and his penchant for theatrics. You chuckled and added one more text before the bus arrives at your workplace.

You: Come home after work, I'll cook ♡(ŐωŐ人)

The phone immediately dinged.

 LOYL 'Toru: Really??? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) You love me that much? ┬┴┬┴┤ω・)

You: Bye (=ↀωↀ=)

LOYL 'Toru: Hey! Chibi?! (⋟﹏⋞) I love you! Hey!'

"Ijichi-san can we stop by Rippa Zushi? I'm starving." Yuji rub his growling stomach and two others behind him couldn't agree more.

"Uhm, it's alright with me but Gojo-san..." Ijichi throws a look in his senpai's direction and back to the first years.

"Sure~" Satoru's ear perked up at the mention of food.

The five of them went to the sushi restaurant and had a good time. Amusement fills Satoru whenever his student bickers about the simplest of things, Nobara being the main instigator.

"Are we going back to the college Sensei?" Megumi gets in the backseat followed by Yuji and Nobara who are still arguing about which is better-the rotating sushi or the traditional sushi.

"Yeah, there's nothing more to do." Satoru strapped in his seatbelt and the car drove back to the college.

Ijichi on the side internally cheered to be out of Satoru's grasp and get to rest after this. Whenever he's around his senpai, Ijichi feels five years of his life being drained out of him from stress.

"Sensei have you seen the new yogurt product in the supermarket?" Yuji flashed his phone in front of his teacher who can't see beyond his black blindfold.

"Yeah, Y/n bought that one. It was delicious!"

"Ugh! That's so great, it was sold out when I went there." Yuji pouted. How does a man like his Sensei managed to snag a gorgeous lady like you when the man clearly has several screws on the loose.

... "Ahhhh!" Satoru squeaked and look outside the car, Ijichi stepped on the brake making everyone lurch forward.

"What?!" Nobara hissed, rubbing her knee that bumped against the front seat. Megumi shut his eyes in ache from knocking his head against the window.

"Is it a curse?" Yuji roamed his head around, ready for a fight.

"Y/n told me to buy tissue paper and shampoo." He was supposed to also pick you up from work. "I'll get off here,"

Is this person serious? Megumi and Yuji restrained Nobara who's gonna pounce on the elder man.

"Jaa, see you tomorrow!" He got off the car and find some secluded place to warp in some toilet stall near your workplace.

"Where's the shampoo and toilet paper? My yogurt?" You scrutinize your boyfriend who greeted you empty-handed. With arms crossed and raised chin, you sized him up as his shoulders deflate and inclined his head to the side.

"Ahahahahaha, I forgot..." Scratching his head with a silly grin, Satoru chuckled and latch on to your arm with a pout. "Let's just buy it together."

Notes are useless with him, he only remembers if it's about buying more food.

II.

Out of all eyewear that Satoru uses, you cannot deny that his glasses are the ones that fit him the most. It was the closest thing that makes him human. With the dark tint to suppress his Six Eyes without taking away his entire sight. Over time, he has collected quite a lot of glasses that are already displayed on a pedestal in his closet.

Countless times you would see him standing before the glass while looking at the 12-row shelf filled with almost the same style and brand of glasses having a hard time on what to wear. In this relationship, it was always him who takes an hour to get dressed. No wonder he's always and diligently late 7-8 minutes.

"Something the matter Baby?" Satoru swallowed his strawberry shortcake and stare at you fiddling with the milkshake straw.

You've been staring on his face for a long time now with a long look that he's conscious with his appearance, if there's still the cheese ring powder in his teeth or what?

"It's my first time seeing that glasses."

He touched his glasses and hummed.

"I rarely wear this one, it's the only piece."

You gave him a long look and sipped your milkshake. You wonder if anyone has break craning their neck to get a nice second look when Satoru pass by. If he ever takes off his glasses, maybe there will be a person who'll stumble forward from staring too much in your lover's eyes.

You wonder...

Staring up to Satoru, as you walk the pavement of Tokyo city on your way home from a 'date'/working weekend together. You can't resist brewing up things for his glasses. Satoru is generous in letting you use his things, it's to the point your closet is his closet and vice versa.

"Baby, I don't mean anything but what's with the staring?" Satoru chuckled and brought the back of your hand to his lips. "Can't believe you manage to snag a hot and strong boyfriend like me?" He wiggled a brow and flash you the same boyish grin that stupidly make your heart leap a beat.

"Nothing at all," you pursed your lips.

When you got home, Satoru heated some leftovers for dinner and went for a shower. You sat on the bed with your legs crossed and your iPad at hand, playing some random games Satoru downloaded for fun. You took bath first to soothe your legs, cramped from all the walking you did today. Satoru emerged from the walk-in closet with some casual black tee and sweatpants, the glasses still on his eyes.

"'Toru, c'mere." The iPad slid down your hands and you sat on the edge.

Satoru obliged and gave you the towel he's drying his hair with. You have three dryers but this man keeps making you dry his hair anyway. Find a space to sit on the carpet floor, his hands clutched your legs and threw them on his shoulders, while his back faced you.

You're are too tired to speak, but your hand kept tugging on Satoru's hair perhaps a little harder and playful making the man between your legs moan everytime you scrub his undercut down to the tips of his hair.

"Hey, you're with me Bubs?" Satoru look up and pout at your unfocused gaze. "...!"

Your hand swiftly pulled the glasses from the bridge of Satoru's nose and pushed it to cover your eyes. "For some reason your glasses keeps bothering me," you mumbled. "How can you even see in this 'Toru? No wonder people mistook you for blind."

"Oh?" Satoru stared at how funny you look after snatching his glasses and using them.

"Blind huh? Well, for once that's not my darkest one, rest assured my eyesight is more than perfectly clear even with dark glasses." Satoru poked the tip of your nose. "You look great on it Baby. I thought you don't wanna wear my glasses."

"Do I? I don't really wanna hurt your eye by stealing them, but I think it wouldn't be that hard since it's already night."

Satoru hummed in agreement. His head leaned back to your lap so that he could continue admiring you. It's not that he never thought of including you in his glasses collection. He tried to buy you several matching glasses, but most of them get cracked in your bag and you're not a fan of wearing them so he discarded the idea a long time ago.

"You should start wearing them, so look pretty." The straightforward compliment colored your cheeks faint rose dust.

"I can't even see anything in this." You raise your hand to take off the glasses but Satoru push your hand back.

"Don't," was all he said and pinch your cheeks. He turn around and knock you down the bed, pinning your wrists on the sides as he hovered about you with a Cheshire grin.

Satoru bopped his nose against yours, chuckling to himself when you squirm and with the tip of his nose, he slide the glasses upwards, lifting them to fit right in. "There, you're cute like this." Pressing a quick peck on your lips he move away to admire your disheveled and blushing figure with his black glasses on. "Hehe, wanna try my other glasses Baby?"

You tried getting up but Satoru slumped forward, crushing your underneath him.

"Satoru let me, ugh!" Satoru pressed you down even more and giggled at your struggles.

"No!" He whined and played with the glasses pulling away and pushing them back. He pouts whenever you shut your eyes when he pulls away.

It goes on and on, as Satoru tried to catch you with open eyes, pushing and pulling the glasses until you stop him.

"Stop already you're making me dizzy," you grab his wrist and gave him a warning look.

"Who grab my glasses first? It's not my fault you look adorable in this." He poked your cheeks in accusation. "We should go out tomorrow, we'll shop for a couple of glasses for you."

"I'm fine with—" you look up at Satoru's sulking face, expecting your dismissive words. "—buying more glasses with you." You breathe and sigh. A victorious grin stretched on Satoru's lips.

Taking off his glasses you tuck them to the side table and turned the lamp off. Pushing Satoru to his side of the bed and bringing the blanket to your chest, you stared into his eyes gazing back at you with softness that you rarely see because those beautiful irises of his are always covered, to make him as human as possible. You dismiss the somber thoughts and covered your hands above his eyes.

"Get ready because I'm raiding your glasses and wallet tomorrow."

"As if that'll scare me. My wallet is more than prepared and it's you who needs to be ready because we ain't going home until we found the chosen one of all glasses." He mumbles and buried his face in your hair, you lay your head on his arms and close your eyes.

"Be sure that you won't cry when we come home broke." 

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Notes & Warning: pure domestic fluff, a whipped Vampire Grand Duke Satoru splurging his wealth for you and overworked Yuta, Word Count: 2.4k

"Hi, this has been sitting in the drafts for one month because I kept contemplating if should I rewrite it to an LMNChapter, the choices you gave kept me up all night thinking about Vampire Satoru, the brain rot is too strong to resist and before I knew it I ended up writing this for him. I'm hesitant in posting this but I hope you like it as much as I loved writing this piece, T_T Thank you for joining." —Grey

Spring

Satoru silently treads the pathway leading into the inner sanctuary of the ducal palace. The chirping birds and fluttering butterflies dance flower to flower in the vast open garden. He has never paid attention to entertaining the changes seasons bring. Flowers bloom, flowers wilt. Yet here he is, passing a satisfying verdict on the well-trimmed bushes and blooming dahlias.

Satoru has forgotten this place until you've grown to like the garden you've visited during your tea parties with other noblewomen who come to invite you, telling him about flowers he has never heard of, and the joy on your face while narrating your afternoon makes him also crave to see your expression when he makes a garden for you.

Much beautiful and much larger with your all favorite flowers in it.

In the center of the open garden, the flowers surround the woman sitting on the ground with her white flowy dress crumpled and swayed by the soft breeze, a tad dirty from the soil.

You look like a nymph that will disappear into thin air when he steps any closer. So delicate and enchanting to behold in this tranquil garden.

No wonder you've never come to visit his office these past few days.

"It seems you've acquired something that has kept you preoccupied from seeing me, lately."

Your focused gaze shifted above and broke into a smile that could make the spring brighter than it already is. Satoru couldn't be more gratified that he left his glasses behind and see your face blossom in joy with his bare eyes.

To think that this simple garden could make you this happy... Should he build you a detached garden house and pergola?

That way he can live with you outside the ducal palace with ample privacy here in the garden.

"Don't you think today's weather fits perfectly for an outdoor picnic, Your Grace?" You observe the man sit across, facing you with one knee propped up and his arm lying above it. The indistinguishable defying arrogance emitted from his cold neutral face.

"If I didn't come here, you would never invite me." His arctic brows furrowed while his eyes landed on the bunch of wildflowers and weeds beside you. "And I had to find out what my mate has been secretly doing behind my back from another person's mouth." His tone dripped with flippant dissatisfaction.

However, that didn't provoke your conscience one bit. Not when his gloved slender fingers are starting to reach out for tiny flowers in the grass and add them to your pile.

All you could see is a pouting man who wants to sulk but cannot pursue his ambition in front of his lady.

Clad in his white tunic and training pants, the Grand Duke fits alluringly novel in this spring flower-filled garden. Not a shadow of the ferocious and merciless man he is depicted by tales and stories from the war.

His Grace often looks brooding, and ruthless in the eyes of outsiders. But for his mate, a layer of languid tenderness is solely reserved for your delight, like a cushion from the malevolence flowing within the veins of the Duke.

"That is because you're being petty, Your Grace."

Satoru's frown turned further dark. No one dared to call him such an impetuous thing and lived to tell about it. Then here you are, happily piecing those flimsy stems of grass.

"I don't remember such a thing," he drawled.

"Oh really? But a certain someone won't let me in his office. I wasn't planning to do anything but this certain someone has kept the doors barred, accusing me of being a distraction and making his working pace ridiculously slow. Hmmm? Tell me, Your Grace, if that isn't being mean what is it? Petty perhaps?" You crossed your arms and raise your chin defiantly.

"I beg to differ, you're always my walking distraction Kitten," he sighed at your radiant smile, the endearment slipped his mouth easily even if he tries to act stern.

He trained his eyes on the crown you're adding a few more flowers. Clumsily made and loose. He wonders who taught you to make those. The chamber keepers perhaps. Satoru's finger found a longer stem and picked it up, eyes narrowing on your exposed shoulder. This ought to teach you... The stalk's tip found your skin, tickling through your soft arm.

"S-Satoru!" You squeaked jumping up in tingles almost falling back to your bottom. The man lazily smirk like a fox with twinkling eyes, not bothering to offer you any words, and kept waving the dahlia in his hand. The nerve! You huffed, turned your head away, and finished the crown in your hand.

"Well?" He eyed your handmade craft and tilted his head to the side.

"Your Grace is undeserving of my gift." You rolled your eyes at him, and yet you didn't make a move to get away when he trapped your legs with his large hand and lay his head on your lap.

The sun shone high on the skies, the rays kissed his porcelain flawless face. Too bad His Grace's eyes are closed or else you will see the skies staring down in his eyes instead.

"Your Grace?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would you like to sleep, Your Grace?" Subconsciously, your hand sinks in through the thick snow-white locks, running along Satoru's scalp making him groan in pleasure, turning to his side and curling up to you, his face buried in your warm belly. He wakes up earlier than anybody else and comes to bed almost at midnight, to say that he's exhausted is an underestimation.

"No," came his muffled denial. "Keep talking, Mate..." he drawled.

Your thumb brushes the underside of his eyes, heavy bags forming from the lack of sleep. Lately, the Emperor kept sending him letters and even without knowing what's inside you know, it's another burdensome task.

"Then, do you like flowers, Your Grace?"

"My eyes belong to you, whatever you see beautiful then it is also beautiful for me," Satoru says in a hush manner and revels at the softness of your touch. But your silence pokes his curiosity, one of his eyes opens and finds your eyes, looking at him with a scowl. "Why is My Lady wearing such a fierce face?" He meant to tease, but clearly, it only made your dissatisfied expression grow darker.

"It's not the same, just as I like my Darjeeling tea while you prefer hot cocoa, not all that I see mesmerizing, you must see it mesmerizing just to please me."

Satoru nodded and found the flower crown you made on top of your stomach. It was such a craft o novice, a crown of such weak flowers that will wilt throughout half-day. His fingers fiddled with the dainty handicraft, wondering how such a thing that could break with one flick of his finger could be clutched so preciously and even treasured when he could forge you the most luxurious crown made of gold and all the seven treasures gems, more grandiose than any Empress has ever donned.

And yet... seeing you spend your 15 minutes into this crown, he can understand its pricelessness. He would rather wear this crown if ever he must choose.

"I find them dissatisfying. They're too fragile that one crunch is enough to destroy what took weeks to bloom." Satoru spoke honestly. "And yet I can understand why you like them." His hand reaches for your dangling hair and tucks it behind your ear. His heart preened in delight seeing rose blush paint your cheeks.

He has long accepted that he is mad. The word happiness was akin to drought in his life since his mother plummeted to insanity, but then you came along. The mere sound of your light laughter or the way your eyes crinkle, every little thing about you is like a drug that supplemented Satoru of euphoria. The mere idea that you are happy is enough to also make Satoru ecstatic.

Evading Satoru's soulful gaze you snatch back the flower crown from his hand and carefully place it on his head.

"There, you may hate them but you can't deny the flower crown I made suits you very well." The words carried every inch of confidence as you smiled down.

Satoru, despite finding the crown frivolous and utterly out of his character, he cannot bear to take it off. "Do as you please," he resigned his fate in your hands and close his eyes whilst your giggles filled his ears.

In the next following days, the time Satoru spent beside the small window at the corner of his office overlooking your garden started to worry Yuta.

The young man watches his uncle carefully carve out the thorns of the exotic blue roses. These blue roses bloom in early spring but they're so expensive that even the Emperor has to think twice about purchasing them. There's a market for the blue rose but they're so rare for living up to a year after being cut from the bush and also used as a medicine that it's a miracle to find more than 5 stems being sold. Then there's the Grand Duke with more than 20 stems at his desk, some thrown to the side with damaged stems, Yuta can only close his eyes and pretend he never saw anything.

Those precious blue roses were from the greenhouse of the ducal palace. The gardener cried a river while cutting the rose stem when Yuta asked for every bloom.

"Your Grace, I'm sure the gardener can do this..." Yuta's tongue froze midway from the sharp glare thrown in his direction. Satoru continued carving out the thorns and Yuta internally cried at the pile of paperwork left untouched for days now. He has stayed awake for three nights hoping to lessen the workload to no avail.

Satoru cannot let others touch the flower crown he especially made for you. He can already see your excited face when he finishes this present and shows it to you. It would fit perfectly with his bond mark adorning your shoulder blade.

Locking both ends of the stiff stems, Satoru nodded in approval at the crown he made. Those roses finally got a purpose rather than just renting a portion of his palace garden without anything in return.

"Yuta, I'm not working for today, close my office."

Satoru stood up with the crown at hand and left like a whirlwind to find you downstairs.

"You haven't worked on a single thing for three days Your Grace," Yuta doesn't know if he should smile or cry at the paperwork that has piled up.

Satoru resist the urge to run and took long quick strides in the direction of the garden. You're leaving for a tea party this afternoon and he needs to be quick if he wants to catch you.

Your silhouette came into view, picking out pink dahlias. Good thing your handmaid is nowhere in sight. Satoru slow down his steps and hid his presence as he approach you from behind.

"Maybe I should plant daisies too." You mused to yourself as you lay the flower in the basket you're holding.

"How about blue roses?"

Your breath hitched from the out-of-nowhere voice. You turned around and Satoru shrugged. "Your Grace!" You hissed, unhappy with his sneaking.

"Are you going to the tea party?"

Satoru shifted his eyes to the basket you were holding.

"Yes, I'm just picking out the flowers I'll bring. The ladies will be making flower crowns today. What brings you here, Your Grace?" Your eyes trailed down to his hands hidden behind his back. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, I just brought you a small trinket."

Trinket? Indeed your mate has the habit of bringing gifts at random times, but what could it be, for him to hide it behind his back? It piqued your curiosity and blinked at him owlishly, waiting and excited.

Satoru brought forward the crown he tediously made for three days and two nights, eyes solely focus on how your calm face morphed to that of astonishment, eyes twinkling and staring at him in awe.

"Are those blue roses?" Your eyes widen at the sight of the crown made of pure blue, you've never seen such an extravagant and delicately made crown that it made your heart leap in joy and look at Satoru with admiration.

"I think it fits with your dress." His forefinger brushes the bridge of your nose and places the crown on your head, clasping the lock. "It seems my judgment is more than adequate."

"Your Grace," your fingers touch the soft petals almost too carefully that you might destroy the precious handicraft. "I will treasure this precious gift Satoru."

Right at that moment, the wind swept through, fluttering your hair, creating a reflection of a faint halo with the blue rose crown. Satoru could've sworn that you're too ethereal to belong in this world. If you only know how much he wants to keep you safe from any scratch and that smile of yours to never fade. But you'll probably start frowning and just go about your way, free and spirited.

He held out his hand as a gentleman would. Satoru escorted you to the doors of the palace where the carriage is waiting. He took the cotton cape from your handmaiden and drape it around to keep you warm in the transitional temperature of winter to spring.

"Will you be going out today too?" a glint of longing passes your eyes as he secures the knot.

Satoru lifted your chin and unceremoniously kissed you in front of the crowd. Everyone nonchalantly bowed and evaded their gazes with the corners of their lips holding off a smile.

The blush staining your cheeks and bashful eyes seared through Satoru's direction in accusation and reprimand. "Your Grace, behave." You hissed, but from the smiles of the present people, you are exposed already.

"I believe that I'm in my outmost modest behavior, the fact you're not in our bedroom is proof enough."

"Your Grace!" Now you resemble the color of blood at how red you are because someone cannot keep his mouth shut!

The staff around you further bowed down to give you some face but the damage has been done at the sight of their smiles. It is terribly rare to see a noble couple profess such affection in public, more so the cruel Grand Duke that everyone fears. Then there's His Grace outwardly speaking his mind and doting nature towards his mate.

Satoru chuckled and settled to let it go. Flushing away your embarrassment.

"You should go now before I change my word and decide to lock you in our chambers." He leaned forward and whispered to your ear. "Don't make me wait for long. I look forward to the reward of my endeavor." Satoru fiddled with the dahlias in your basket and move up to kiss your forehead. "Be careful." He spoke with all sincerity and adoration.

You squirmed and nod, returning a gesture of affection by standing on your tiptoes and kissing his neck.

"Please look forward to it, I'll make you the best crown in the tea party and bring it home." You beamed to your mate and climb into the carriage. "See you later Your Grace." Waving to him, one last time soon the carriage wheels roll and head for the gates outside the ducal palace.

Satoru stood there until the carriage cannot be seen anymore. The combination of anxiousness and thrill flooded his veins when he thinks of your return this evening. You haven't even left for a minute and he's thinking of your return. Turning his heels, Satoru strode inside and back to his office, despite the cold look on his face, he fiddled with the leftover stem of the blue roses.

"Yuta, reward the gardener generously. And tell him to plant blue roses in my mate's garden."

Yuta quickly fulfilled the order and dashed away leaving Satoru alone in his office, looking out the window. Satoru cannot see a trace of the once desolated garden he has buried away his memories with. Looking down at the blooming dahlias and shrubs you've nurtured with care a sense of home dawned on him.

This year's spring has been the warmest and pleasant one he has had over the decades.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[greycaelum]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters)

[What Megumi thinks when his ward had the guts to introduce his lady to him and Tsumiki?]

[Note and Warning: Fluff, purely domestic fluff or so I would like to believe. Word Count: ±900]

I was rummaging through my drafts and saw this one, which I made for Meg's birthday but forgot to finish... Woe on me—

Sweet

I.

Megumi hates bell pepper. He doesn't have to explain it nor does he have the energy to reason why but he hated it. Generally speaking he doesn't like any sweet side dish with burning passion. He also doesn't like any particular sweets...

So when he saw his ward grinning like a fool that he already is turning to a lovesick whiny pup contending with his Divine Dogs he knew something is going to go down...

But he didn't expect it was his Osaka Castle matchstick project he worked on for two weeks to build to go literally down when Satoru painfully slam open the door and introduced a beautiful looking lady holding boxes of doughnuts and sweets.

"Oh Megumi, whatcha doing buddy," Satoru indignantly gasped at him. "Megumi-chan I thought we talked about hazard safety when you're 9, no matter who your parents are you can't commit arson at 12!"

Arson he shall do. Megumi grit his teeth, glaring holes to Satoru's head wishing he could summon a dragon from his Ten Shadows and toast the man instead.

"...Eh..." Tsumiki came running down and tiptoed at the sight of them, his ruined project on the floor and look at him hopefully and pass a curious look to you and Satoru.

"Can I help you build it? I'm pretty good at this when I was in middle school," you kneeled down and picked the matchstick asking Satoru to get a tray.

Megumi frowned. He doesn't need your help!

Sitting on the dinner table he glared at Satoru for suddenly bringing over some stranger. But Tsumiki seems to like you very much and he admits he doesn't exactly find your presence a bother... It's just that, Megumi is wary to let you in.

He's not some kind of kid that can be swayed when offered with sweets.

"Satoru told me you like foods that paired well with ginger. I'm not sure but would you like to try the gingerbread cookies I brought?"

He hates sweets. He hates them after Satoru practically stuffed his lunch box with candies and bunch of stuffs that's the the leading antagonist for having cavities. But looking at your unclouded and hoping eyes he cautiously nod and receive a cookie, taking a small bite on the treat.

"It's so yummy! Do you know how to bake Y/n-san?" Tsumiki fawned at the cute shapes and delicious treats but Megumi silently eat his share and soon reach over for another... and another... one last?

"Woah, didn't knew you like gingerbread this much Me-gu-mi chan~," Satoru snickered.

"At least they're better than your burned senbei cracker," he cut the man back making Satoru stick a tongue to him.

When you said you'd help him, Megumi expected you'd make a simple matchstick project in exchange. He never expected that when he came back he would receive first place in the project for making the Eiffel Tower with you in just three days.

"Thank you for the help and for the snacks," he muttered during another of your visits and went back to his room

After much deliberation, Megumi arrived in a conclusion your presence in his and Tsumiki's life brings sanity and a sense of warmth in the cold and small apartment. As long as you make Tsumiki happy and inject some ounce of maturity to their ward, Megumi doesn't find your presence repulsive. More like... He secretly waits if ever you enter that small door every weekend to spend it with them.

"That's ugly," Megumi stared at the horrible looking... What kind of monstrosity is this even? He stared at Gojo whose smile fell and stared on the drawing.

"It's a garden Megumi-chan, this is the flowers, that the house I'm gonna build with Y/n-chan, this is the dog house for your Divine Dogs..." And so on, Satoru explained the mess up thing with irritating combination of colours but after hearing the plan Megumi can't refute or even call it ugly once more...

A home... Away from this lonely apartment...

Megumi peered into Satoru's drawing and pointed on his 'room' that Satoru told him.

"I want my room painted in blue, and my study table near the window."

Satoru chuckles and even added a balcony in the drawing with hanging plants.

"We can put your cactus here too!"

Just in time the door opened and Tsumiki came trailing behind you holding boxes of doughnuts making Satoru practically clung onto you and thanked you gazillion times.

"Would you like some Megumi? I have a Bavarian Cream for you." You smiled and stuff the confectionery to his hand and waited for him to taste it.

Megumi took a meager bite, and another, until he was asking you for more. It's not that bad...

It won't hurt to ask for something sweet right? Then Megumi wishes that this sweet feeling budding inside him can bloom too.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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