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A little blurb for my sweet blue-eyed king!

Warnings: Fluff? Unedited?

a/n: trying to get back into writing, just living in my delulu state in the mean time.

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Gojo Satoru never imagined he’d meet the love of his life on a random park bench, especially not after watching his best friend die. 

But hey, the universe works in mysterious ways, right? 

To be honest, he wasn’t looking for company. Not that company would ever come. He just wanted to sit, breathe, and escape for a second from the crushing weight of being…well, him. The strongest sorcerer, “The Honored One” - what a bunch of bullshit. Destined to walk the path of loneliness, maybe forever. That’s what happens when you lose the only person who ever truly understood you. His best friend was now dead, after seeing him for the first time in ten years since he was left in front of a world-famous fast food joint. Alone.

Maybe this was it, Satoru mused to himself with a slight chuckle. The fate of the strongest- an eternal sacrifice. A life spent keeping everyone safe while slowly, quietly, losing himself. 

He was just about to sink deeper into his depressive pit, bracing himself for the inevitable call from the higher-ups, when he heard it. 

Panting, a whine perhaps? 

“I should just get a boyfriend…or maybe a slice of cake instead of all this running. What a stupid hobby,” a voice groaned, sweet but thoroughly winded, cutting through the icy haze of his thoughts. A sort of warmth to his rather depressive state. 

He glanced over, taking in the chaotic mess in front of him. You were a sweaty disaster, collapsing onto the park bench next to him like you’d never ran a day in your damn life. Your hair stuck to your forehead, your face flushed a vibrant shade of pink. With an exaggerated sigh, you plopped down beside him-no formalities besides the half-hearted “sorry” you threw his way as you unapologetically sprawled out, legs wide, taking up more space than you possibly could. Your running shorts had ridden up slightly, clinging to your skin as you gasped for air, clearly having overestimated yourself. 

Satoru let out an involuntary snort. Here he was, the Gojo Satoru, brooding over a life of tragedies and next to him sat a stranger who looked like they’d barely survived a casual jog, debating between romance and dessert. 

He stared at you for a mere moment, watching your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. 

Wasn’t the area evacuated earlier? Oh well. 

“If you’re trying to get my number, there’s better ways than this, you know that right?” Satoru asked, voice already dripping with amusement. His usual cocky tone was tinged with genuine curiosity, a rarity for him these days. If it weren’t for you being so sweaty, you might actually be above average in looks. 

You blinked at him, finally really looking at the man next to you as you caught your breath. His white hair glowed under the moonlight, his eyes looked like they mirrored a clear blue sky, his unnaturally perfect features, and the way he carried himself like the world revolved around him. He’s probably some up-and-coming J-pop idol, and certainly has the looks for it. 

“Please?” you huffed with a labored laugh, your tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Your number? You think I just decided to collapse in a sweaty heap next to you for your number? Listen, pretty boy, I was fighting for my life out there in this humidity, okay? I don’t need a pretty princess in my life like you.” 

“Pretty princess?” he mused, leaning closer and clearly invading your personal space just as you had his earlier. The words made him think of Suguru for a moment, causing his grin to falter slightly before he fixed it into a practiced smile. “Honey, you’re the one whining after a mere jog. I think the princess here is you,” Satoru teased, his eyes glinting with playful challenge.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and for a moment, you could almost feel the blush creeping in. He was cute—handsome, actually. Totally out of your league. You were about to respond when he abruptly stood up.

“You mentioned wanting a boyfriend or cake, right?” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and towering over you with effortless charm. “There’s a café open late around here that has amazing tiramisu. Let’s go, yeah?”

Later that night, Satoru saved your number—especially after you paid for his dessert. A first, really, he was used to everyone asking him to pay.  “I owe you,” he said with a wink, adding your name to his phone. With a little cake emoji next to it. 

Imagine being Gojo's next door neighbor, like I think we can all agree the guy is a freak. Probably a bit insane at times.

Imagine just being the first person that actually showed him an ounce of kindness, could be a nonsorcerer (imo he would live far away from campus preferably as a way to get away from clan bullshit) living in the same complex as him. Nothing too fancy. And he's just staring at the community laundry room (firm believer this man is awful at chores) unsure what to do as he holds his dirty laundry basket.

You gently walked him through the steps and even let him use your detergent! How sweet of you!

But don't you know? If you feed a stray, they'll always follow.

So that's how you end up with this blue-eyed (beautiful) freak always asking you for help.

Instead of making one bento for work in the morning? Now you're making two, don't forget he likes his veggies cut up into shapes. Oh? He accidentally bought too much mochi :(? Oh no, looks like he's at your apartment tonight sharing with you.

How'd he get fresh mochi from Kyoto? He'd just laugh and says he travels a lot for work. Must be some sort of business man was your first thought. Though he didn't look the part, and idol? Yakuza? You'll ask later!

You definitely don't know how rich he is, he's tried explaining to you (multiple times) that he doesn't need to use coupons for take out meals or when you go grocery shopping together. When he pays for things? He doesn't expect you to venmo him half, he thought you'd take advantage of it like everyone else.

So, of course he falls first! You're just so kind to him!

As a thank you, the company you work for got bought out by some rich family, The Gojo Family, you honestly just thought it was a strange coincidence. So, that manager that always gave you a hard time? Yeah, he lost his job and you finally got that promotion that you've been working towards for years!

That's not all though.

You've noticed that he always seems to know when you're home? Strange? Also strange that a new app appeared on your phone, must be a software update.

Or perhaps noticing that some of your items shifted? He does like to touch your stuff, he's definitely not putting cameras around :)

Because you're a nonsorcerer! Satoru feels the need to have to look out for such a thing like you. After all, Suguru always told him to protect the weak right?

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Little blurb because I'm bored at work! This man continues to live in my noggin rent free.

Okay okay! Minors shoo! ITS BLURB TIME!

Now, just IMAGINE your first time with SatoSugu, I mean, like we're talking first-time virgin. You just forgot to tell them :(.

You barely just met them! Shoko introducing you to them right after you two clicked during her premed biochemistry course that you were just taking as an elective (you nerd!)

And of course, you instantly click with them, the blush on your cheeks as Suguru is leaning in close, tucking a strand behind your ear. Whispering in your ear "You're just so pretty" while Satoru the whole time is just making you laugh just to hear you snort one more time. :) what a goober.

You just thought what a beautiful gay couple!

So, of course, you come over to their apartment! :))) (that's definitely not at the tippy top of one of Tokyo's most expensive apartment complexes) you're out here shocked at the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the bright, colorful city and Suguru is standing beside you. Directing your attention to him, cupping your cheek, and leaning in close, his gaze on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" His words spilled out like honey, and you just went brain dead :( Poor thing, the only thing you could do was nod. Not even realizing Satoru has pressed up behind you, his hands traveling your body pressing open hot kisses on your neck.

You, of course, contented as you were lead to their bedroom, massive 6 bed. Satoru has a condom in between his teeth as he's helping you take your panties off. Suguru has your back to his chest and opens your legs wide.

Leaving you as this panting hot mess. Everything just felt so good! You barely remember it!

Which led to afterwards, catching your breath as you laid against Satoru, Suguru gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. Noticing the hint of blood :(

"Wait were we too rough? Honey you should have something" He cooed softly before you sheepishly admitted you were a virgin.

YOU! 🫵 a virgin⁉️

Honey THEY thought you had GAME! I mean come on! You're so pretty, cute body, and wonderful personality!

So, of course! They ask for a do-over, Satoru is practically begging you to stay the night claiming they'll take you on the best date tomorrow. Because they couldn't just leave this as a one night stand :((

You couldn't just break their hearts could you? After they left you dizzy with kisses? After they made you cream on their cocks? After they made sure that all of Tokyo knew their names from how deep they were fucking your poor cunny?

So of course you say yes, and the rest is history! Literally! You think they'd let you leave, silly goose? :) Don't be dense

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Another blurb: seriously they're brain rotting my noggin so hard right now. Hint part two of Stray MAY have Suguru in it 🙂‍↕️💖 because I'm down bad for that guy with the weird bangs.

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Description: SatoSugu x Reader Fluff, there's not enough out there! I was just kind of observing the sunrise this morning on run and this was brain rotting my noggin since this morning.

WC: 800 (short little blurb)

TW: Angst if you squint?

There's something about slow, cozy Sunday mornings that settled something deep inside Satoru, a quiet warmth that even his boundless energy couldn’t disturb. The soft hum of life happening around him filled the apartment, grounding him in a peace he hadn’t known he needed.

The comforting scent of cinnamon and pumpkin danced in the air, the sweet smell of bear-shaped cookies baking in the oven blending with the slight chill of autumn in Tokyo. Sunlight crept through the windows, bathing the room in a golden hue, the light catching on the glossy hardwood floors and making everything feel softer like time had slowed down to match the rhythm of this domestic, lazy morning.

From his spot on the couch, where both you and Suguru believed he was napping, Satoru peeked over the cushions. His heart warmed at the sight of the two of you going about your routines, so ordinary and yet so precious. The soft rhythm of your knife against the cutting board as you prepped vegetables for the bento boxes filled the room. Was it katsu today, with a crisp side salad? It didn’t matter. Everything you made had a warmth and care that turned it into the best meal of his life. A far cry from the rushed nights when he used to dash down to Family Mart for a quick bite—alone.

Suguru sat at the kitchen bar, his brow furrowed in concentration as he graded the first years' mission logs, occasionally muttering something under his breath about how terrible some of them were. Yet despite his focus, Suguru would look up to chat with you, his voice soft and familiar, laced with the kind of affection that had been reserved for both you and Satoru. And you—your movements were a dance as you moved around the kitchen, your feet bouncing lightly with every step, preparing everything for the day. He couldn't ask for more in this little life.

Satoru's gaze moved to Suguru’s hand as he reached out to take the spoon you offered, that familiar smile already tugging at the corner of Suguru’s lips. It was a small, intimate exchange, one that Satoru had seen countless times but never tired of. The way Suguru’s violet eyes softened as he tasted the katsu sauce you’d just made, the satisfied groan escaping his lips, his wedding band glinting in the sunlight—it was a moment so filled with warmth that it was hard for Satoru to look away.

“It keeps getting more and more amazing every time,” Suguru said softly, his voice velvety smooth, dripping with love as he met your gaze. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke to you, as though he were marveling at something sacred. And you—you giggled in response, that lovely blush painting your cheeks, your happiness almost tangible in the way you beamed at him.

Satoru couldn’t resist any longer. He pushed himself off the couch, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he approached. “Hey, hey! Don’t hog all the good stuff,” he teased, opening his mouth wide, his expectant gaze fixed on you. Those bright blue eyes of his glittering with amusement. The laughter that followed as you fed him a spoonful of sauce was light, airy, like the sweetest melody.

As the rich flavor of the sauce hit his tongue, Satoru's eyes widened with exaggerated delight. “This is the best thing in the world!” he chimed with a teasing grin.

Before you could react, Satoru swept you up in his arms, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your toes barely grazed the floor. The room filled with your laughter as he peppered your face with light kisses, his affection overflowing in small bursts of joy. You never pushed him away. You never pushed either of them away. Instead, you embraced their love, their mess, their flaws and hardships—all of it. You embraced them completely, wholeheartedly, just as you always had.

Because that was who you were—a warm, ray of light, a gift that neither of them felt they deserved but both of them cherished more than anything.

Satoru pressed his face into the crook of your neck for a moment, his voice softening as the weight of everything sank in. This—the three of you, together in this, sunlit kitchen—was all he had ever wanted. No amount of power, no grand estates or gardens of the Gojo clan could compare to this. Home wasn’t a place. It wasn’t the apartment, or the food, or even the lazy Sunday morning routines.

Home was the way you and Suguru looked at him, with warmth, with love, with acceptance. It was the way you and Suguru treated him—like he was more than just Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer. You looked at him with something he couldn’t find anywhere else, something that made this place feel less like a temporary refuge and more like… home.

Cooking Headcannons with JJK men!

Small little fluffy blurb that I thought about while cooking dinner today. Just some thoughts I have about how the different JJK men cook.

Nanami:

A LOT of people think he would be a good cook, honestly I think he would be a better baker. Like his baked goods would come out amazing and fantastic. Nanami is a very meticulous and structured man so it makes sense that he's good at baking. You have to have more precise measurements compared to cooking. Personally, I think Nanami would be a decent cook. Follows the recipe perfectly, with exact measurements and cook times. But he wouldn't be an amazing cook, he's not going to be the one to randomly throw in a spice, he won't be able to eyeball measurements or do a "dash of this" and a "dash of that". So I would assume that his partner would do most of the cooking or 50/50 cooking. I believe he would be the type of partner to stress bake your favorite desserts and breads!

Gojo:

Firm believer this man has no cooking skills, HOWEVER will do his best. Probably has a partner that either is an amazing cook or doesn't have any cooking skills either. Which would lead him to bringing home a 'How to Not Catch Your Kitchen on Fire' cookbook! You both would probably pick a recipe out together and have a little grocery shopping moment as well. I think over time you both become pretty decent at cooking!

I think one of the main reasons that he'd want to learn how to cook is because the outside world is so loud for him. I think if he had a partner, he would definitely be more of a homebody on his rare time off. Sure, he will definitely try new foods with you, but I think he would really enjoy cooking with his partner. After all, cooking is a form of love, and that's something he craves. Out of all the JJK men, I think Gojo would be the type to try more foods. Would be open to a lot of different cultures foods.

Geto:

Before he defected, I would say he didn't know how to cook besides basic things. After defecting and adopting his two little girls, I would say he probably picked up on a lot of traditional Japanese cooking. Would definitely be the least likely out of all the men to go out to eat. Would make his girls a lot of sashimi, soba, sashimi.

BIG PICNIC KINDA GUY

I can imagine him taking his partner and the girls on a picnic with either homemade katsu sandos (he even made the bread) or onigiri with cute cut up fruit. Health matters to him a lot, he's got that nurturing vibe so he wants his family to be healthy!

Would be the type to eat Natto for breakfast and red bean mochi for dessert.

Would be the type to cook the majority of the time. I can see him cooking as a form of stress relief and something he can do to show his love for his family, especially after defecting he would struggle with showing his true emotions. Again, food is a love language.

I know nobody asked for this, but it was literally sitting in my noggin the whole time I was cooking.