#GojoXReader

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

She? I m out of her league

Credits all to @reignpage i took a hugeee inspiration from her thank u!

Synopsis - For someone who's committed to us, they sure talk way too sweetly about another woman.

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Characters - gojo Satoru, geto suguru

Gojo Satoru

Toji fushiguro

[kmiuu1]

Just thinkin' bout Gojo Satoru.

Gojo x Reader, basically! :3

( Sorry about the small text thing!! I don't really use the small txt but it suits this style better, lol...! )

Satoru, the man who would gleefully get down on his knees and hands to worship you — his beloved, precious, endearing, gorgeous, and talented woman. The thing he finds best about that part is that you're his.

Satoru, who would prefer to be the little spoon as he loves your touch — the way you hold him so lovingly, how could he not be intoxicated by you and your warmth?

Satoru, thought he'd never have the time or chance to ever find the “love of his life” till he met you. Completely altering that thought, twisting and bending it a 180�� degrees when you just randomly slipped into his life at one point.

Gojo Satoru.

Is the man that loves you. The man whose fallen heads over heels for you. Not the “strongest”, but Satoru — Your “baby”, your “man”.

If you were to ever say you liked “poetry”, he'd all of a sudden also be into it and conjure up the most corny yet breathtaking poems.

If you felt like homemade desserts, he'd scurry to get an apron and get to work. Hes good at everything he does, anyway... so of course anything he bakes will probably be the best thing you've ever had.

You ever accidentally blurt out a “Ugh, I kinda feel sick...”, and he'd be gone the second you finish that sentence — only to return with a plastic bag filled with prescribed medicine in SECONDS.

Of course, you'd do the same things for him even if it'd mostly end up as failures — but that's exactly why he loves you. Because you treat him as an equal, because you don't see him any less or more than the average human being. Hes just him, in your eyes.

Though, he knew the world of Jujutsu would eventually cause your seperation together. He'll be selfish, for a bit more — as long as you're the reason, as long it's you.

He loves you. You love him.

And that'll never change. Even if the world were to be thrown against the sun, even if the largest meteor ever recorded were to suddenly crash through the earth, even if a million natural disasters were to occur at once.

This may or may not be the first and last time he'll ever be so greedy for another person's love, touch, warmth, and joy. As long it's you until the end of time, his soul and heart belongs to you — and will never stop being greedy.

(*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ ( Did I cook guys?? Satoru gives me cuteness aggression sometimes, tbh. I wanna hug him so bad ugh. )

[ponderingmoonlight]

And yet, you're here

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Years after Suguru left, you're still not able to get him off your mind. When he reappears years after his betrayal, the past collides with the present. Unexpected, in a way you didn't even dare to dream about.

Warnings: this isn't proofread 100%, the emotional rollercoaster you deserve, hurt to comfort big time, this is for all my geto girlies who deserve their happy ending

please please please make this go viral thank you

„He’s a threat for the whole population!”

��We need to kill that brat before he kills all non-sorcerers.”

“I can’t believe someone like him was able to do something like…that.”

“So much wasted potential. Why does a special grade sorcerer act this way?”

“I thought he’s a nice boy.”

“So, you’re not one of those nice guys I guess.”

The sun already hung so low in the sky that you were barely able to see his soft features, let alone the surprised look that crept over his face while hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“Are you talking about me or Satoru?”

You let out one of those cute chuckles he adored so much, the kind he heard in his head on repeat even when you were long gone. Gosh, he couldn’t get enough of this. Those lonely nights with only you and a cigarette by his side, the countless hours he spent trying to understand you while it was his mind that slowly but surely fell apart.

“Nope, I’m always talking about you, Suguru.”

“What am I if not a nice guy, then?”

Sure, Satoru Gojo was his one and only best friend, but you were something else entirely: An unspoken bond that lived in the spaces between words, in glances that lingered just a moment too long. You weren’t a lover, not in the conventional sense, but you weren’t just a friend either. You were a mirror to his soul, the keeper of truths he couldn't bear to speak aloud, and the only person who could hold the weight of his silence without it breaking you both.

“You’re... complicated,” you finally replied, the word laced with warmth rather than judgment.

“You’re the kind of person who feels too much but hides it too well. The kind who would burn the world down if it meant saving the people you love. Not everyone understands that, but I do. Or at least I’m convinced I do.”

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, more melancholic than amused.

“Complicated, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“And dangerous,” you added lightly, the hint of a smile in your voice.

“But not in the way they think. Not to me.”

His expression softened, the darkness in his eyes easing for just a moment as he stared at you.

“Not to you,” he echoed, as though testing the words on his tongue, letting them sink into the cracks of his fraying soul.

Till this day, that one last conversation both of you had on that lonely bench still haunts him. The way you looked at him back then, as if you’d already knew that you might never see him again, as if you just counted the hours until he goes berserk.

What are you thinking about him now?

Is he still on your mind?

Are you hating him the way Satoru does?

“You’re thinking about her again, don’t you?”

Fuck. He thought about you.

Again.

Suguru lets out a sharp exhale, the sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, bitter enough to sting his own ears. How pathetic he has to look to the people surrounding him. When he walked down this path, he knew that he’ll have to do it without you, that he won’t be able to see you again. And yet…

Losing you seems to hurt more than anything else.

 “Of course I am,” he admits to his assistant, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot.

“Not like I can help it. She’s everywhere, even when she’s not. It’s ridiculous.”

There it is again, your face ghosting through his mind. Other than Satoru and Shoko, you never really tried to find him. If you wanted to, you would, right? Maybe you’re too mad at him for all the things he’s done. Or maybe you already forgot about him.

 “But it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s gone. Just like everything else.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the memories, the sound of your laugh, the way your voice softened when you said his name, the weight of your eyes on him as if you could see through all the lies he told himself. He’d burn every memory if he could, let them smolder in the same fire that consumed the rest of his life.

“Besides. She’d hate me now, just like everyone else. Maybe she was just waiting for me to turn into the monster she saw coming.”

“Stop stewing in these thoughts, that doesn’t matter anymore. We’re expecting another bunch of monkeys in half an hour.”

But even as she said it, the words tasted wrong. It shouldn’t matter that he can still feel the warmth of your gaze, your unwavering belief in him, and yet it cuts deeper than any accusation ever could. Suguru shakes his head while straightening his shoulders, eyes locked onto Manami in front of him in order to force you off his mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as though trying to convince himself.

“It’s too late for that now. So, where’s the monkeys?”

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

His voice startles you, making you jump slightly. You turn to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing there, hands in his pockets, his white hair catching the fading sunlight. The sunglasses perched on his nose don’t quite hide the sharp edge in his expression he usually wears around you.

“Because I’m always here, I guess,” you reply softly, your tone as tired as the circles under your eyes appear.

“And I told you to stop a long time ago,” Satoru bites back, his voice bitter, cutting.

“The Suguru you knew… he’s gone.”

The weight of his words lands hard, though they’re not new. He’s said them before, with the same venom in his voice, every time you bring up Suguru or the past.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

“Then why do you keep punishing yourself? Dropping out of Jujutsu High when everyone needed you didn’t bring him back. Hiding out here doesn’t change anything, y’know?”

“It wasn’t about bringing him back, Satoru,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intend.

“It was about… letting him go. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenges, stepping closer.

“I’ve spent years watching people destroy themselves over things they can’t fix. I know the look in your eyes - you miss him. You always have. But you didn’t even try to stop him when he turned his back on us.”

You flinch, his words hitting a nerve.

“Because it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t like you, Gojo. I wasn’t his best friend. I wasn’t strong enough to drag him back kicking and screaming or to stand in his way. All I could do was… let him live the way he decided to. I thought… maybe if I stayed behind, if I didn’t follow him, he’d understand that I believed in him, that I trust him and his actions, the path he chooses. That I’d be here if he ever wanted to come back.”

Satoru’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. He never understood. Until this day, he never wrapped his head around the fact that you didn’t try to stop his best friend back then. You, who had more power over Suguru than himself.

God, how much he hates that disgusting truth until now.

“And look where that got you,” he mutters.

You look away, your hands gripping the edge of the bench for support.

“I never expected to see him again, Satoru. I didn’t think I’d matter enough to him for that.”

The silence between you stretches thin, brittle as glass.

“Do you think he hates me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“For staying behind? For not going after him?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. You know he blames you, at least a little, for what happened. For not doing more. For leaving everything to him. For allowing Suguru to turn his back on Jujutsu High.

“Suguru hating you? Never. I bet he still thinks about you every damn day”, Satoru mutters under his breath before turning on his heels and leaving you standing in the rain.

Suguru, still thinking about you? You shake your head vehemently, not allowing that absurd thought into your brain. If he would miss you, he’d visit you, right? In all those years, he never lifted a finger in order to find you.

You were right there. In your small apartment, at jujutsu high.

Maybe he forgot about you after all.

“Me? Forgetting you? I’d never be able to do that, (y/n).”

Maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

-a few evenings later-

You’ve drank too much.

You always do when Shoko isn’t with you, when no one’s around to watch you. But even though you emptied a whole bottle of liqueur on your own, you still aren’t able to forget him. Fuck, his face is glued onto your mind like a second skin, never leaves you even though you drink enough to forget your own name.

Will it always feel like this? Will that ache ever go away?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

“Something I’ve lost some while ago”, you mumble, absently swirling your glittery cocktail around.

“That’s a bummer.”

You don’t even gift the random stranger next to you a look, the guy who smells like cheap cigarettes so vehemently that you feel like throwing up.

Maybe it’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You spring back onto your feet, the alcohol vibrating through your veins. You were never much of a drinker back then, only shared a cigarette with Suguru from time to time. But this became your only way to numb the pain. At least for a few hours, at least for some time.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall. Even though it’s far past midnight, the city buzzes in street light, laughter and cries. And yet, all you’re able to think about is him again. His laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when he thought no one else was watching. Is it wrong to long for him? Is it disgusting that you couldn’t care less about the things he’s done those past years, about what he’d become?

You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to you, stubborn and relentless. Why can’t you just stop? Stop longing for something that will never happen, stop running after a person who is long gone? Suguru won’t come back, you won’t just meet him on a random street-

The click of footsteps catches your attention. Heavy, yet elegant footsteps across the still busy street.

At first, you think it’s just another stranger wandering through the city’s darkened streets. But something about the rhythm - steady, purposeful - sets your nerves on edge. Something about this feels familiar.

You glance up, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.

Suguru Geto.

The world around you blurs, the sounds of the city fading into silence. It’s him, unmistakably him. His hair is longer than you remember, strands sticking to his face from what looks like rain, or maybe it’s sweat. Blood splatters ruin his clothes and the sharp line of his jaw, painting a stark, gruesome picture paired with those cold orbs. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes… they’re searching, watching your every move.

You should run, or scream, or yell at him – at least something that shows him what he put you through.

Anything.

He’s the same man who left you, who walked away from everything, from you. He, who didn’t even tell you about his true feelings, who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, who didn’t even ask you to join. All those miserable nights you imagined him sitting next to you on that bench, the bottles of alcohol you’ve drank just to forget his name. He needs to pay for it, needs to know what he did to you by leaving you behind.

But instead, your feet move of their own accord, closing the distance between you in an instant.

Before he can react, you throw your arms around him so, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Suguru freezes, his body stiff against yours. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if the sheer force of your presence has left him powerless. You bury your face against his chest, not caring about the blood, the grime, or the hurricane of questions swirling in your mind. All you care about is the fact that he’s here, alive, and solid beneath your touch. You can feel him – not only in your dreams, but for real.

Suguru is here.

He’s alive.

He’s right between your arms.

The scent of him - familiar, though tinged with something darker - fills your senses, dragging you back into a world you thought you’d never touch again. Tears sting your eyes, but you bite them back, unwilling to let them fall.

“Suguru,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Finally, he moves. His arms lift hesitantly, then wrap around you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear any given minute, his grip firm and desperate. His head dips slightly, and for a moment, you think you feel him trembling too.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is rough, low, almost broken.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I just… I missed you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of regret and warning.

“Neither should you,” you counter, your gaze unwavering.

Suguru’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as though testing if you’re real.

“You should hate me.”

“Maybe I should,” you reply, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

God, you’re so furious at him. Mad because he ran away, mad because he left you standing in the rain.

Mad because this is actually the first time Suguru Geto hugged you.

“But I don’t. I guess I could never hate you.”

His expression falters, the mask he’s worn for so long cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. The one you knew, the one you loved in a way you never fully understood. And for the first time since leaving everything behind, he feels that small ray of sunshine taking in his heart again.

“You don’t know what I’ve done, what I’ve become. I was so sure you’ll hate me like everyone else.”

“I know enough. And I don’t care. You’re still Suguru Geto, aren’t you?”

He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. You, not caring about the fact that he ended countless lives out of his own fulfilment? You, a jujutsu sorcerer who always protected those monkeys?

“You’re too good for this,” he bites back, shaking his head.

“Too good for me.”

“Don’t decide that for me,” you snap, surprising even yourself with your suddenly so sharp tone.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You already did when you left without saying goodbye”

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You’re right and he knows it. But… Was it really a possibility to take you with him back then? Was there a tiny chance that you…would have joined him?

Slowly, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as though seeking comfort in your presence. No, he doesn’t want to think this through. Not right now. Not when he feels your heart pound against his body, not when you’re this close to him for the very first time.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

“I told myself it was better that way.”

“And yet you’re here,” you point out softly.

“And yet I’m here,” he echoes, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. No blood, no curses, no jujutsu, no past or future. Just the weight of the present, fragile and fleeting. And for now, that’s enough.

For now, simply holding the man you thought you’ve lost forever on a random street is more than enough to make you feel whole again.

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[sukii77]

going to the amusement park with teen gojo

not a bad idea...right?

teen!gojo x reader (may be a lil ooc)

You were standing in line for tickets, Gojo beside you, sunglasses perched on his nose and an excited grin plastered across his face.

“Y/n, do you know what today is?” he asked.

You sighed. “Tuesday?”

“No, no. It’s the day I absolutely dominate every game stall and win you every plushy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you mean you’re going to cheat.”

"How dare you! I am an honest man of integrity.”

“You literally used your Infinity to win a stuffed bear last time.”

“That’s called creative problem-solving, Y/n.”

-

The haunted house.

“Are you seriously hiding behind me?” you asked as Gojo ducked behind your shoulder.

“Listen, jump scares are an outdated scare tactic,” he said.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” you teased.

“…Maybe.”

You laughed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him through the dark corridors.

-

Gojo stood in front of a basketball hoop stall, spinning the ball on his finger like a show-off.

“Watch and learn, Y/n.”

You crossed your arms and smirked. “Alright, Mr. Pro Athlete.”

He tossed the ball… and missed.

The booth attendant stifled a laugh, and you clapped slowly. “Incredible.”

Gojo turned back to you. “These hoops are rigged!”

“Sure, Satoru.”

-

The Ferris wheel creaked, Gojo had his face smooshed against the glass window.

“Y/n, look! We’re so high up! I can see everything from here—the popcorn stand, the game stalls… oh! There’s that churro I dropped earlier!”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you have to narrate everything you see?”

“Yes, actually. It’s in the Satoru Gojo Friendship Agreement. Paragraph 7, section B.”

You snorted, leaning back into your seat. “Right. Forgot I signed that.”

The Ferris wheel suddenly jerked to a stop, leaving your cart swaying slightly.

Gojo immediately gasped. “Y/n… this is it. This is how we die.”

“We’re literally fine.”

“No, listen. If this cart falls, promise me one thing.” He grabbed your shoulders dramatically.

You sighed. “What, Gojo?”

“Promise me… you’ll tell Nanami that I still have his favorite pen. And I chewed on it.”

You blinked. “You what?”

The Ferris wheel suddenly jerked to a stop, leaving your cart swaying slightly.

Gojo immediately gasped. “Y/n… this is it. This is how we die.”

“We’re literally fine.”

“No, listen. If this cart falls, promise me one thing.” He grabbed your shoulders.

You sighed. “What, Satoru?”

“Promise me… you’ll tell Nanami that I still have his favorite pen. And I chewed on it.”

You blinked. “You what?”

“And—and tell Shoko that I did steal her sandwich last week. It looked too good. I couldn’t resist.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples. “Gojo, we’re not going to die.”

He gasped again. “Wait, do you think I should just jump out?”

“Do not even think about it.”

“Too late. I’m already thinking about it.”

[seikonetwork]

Humbled

gn!reader x Satoru Gojo

WARNINGS: 18+, implied smut, hooking up, first fic

Satoru Gojo is that guy. Cocky, arrogant, and absolutely shameless. A certified playboy who thinks he’s the best thing to ever happen to anyone lucky enough to hook up with him. And for the most part, he’s right—he’s got the looks, the charm, the skills. No one’s ever walked away unsatisfied. Until you.

You’re a total baddie. Hot, confident, and unbothered. Satoru sees you at a party, and of course, he’s thinking, easy. He lays it on thick—those cocky smirks, smooth lines, everything he knows works. And you? You let him think he’s winning. It’s cute, really. Fast forward, you hook up, and for the first time in his life, Satoru fumbles.

Man finishes first. Quick. Embarrassingly quick. You’re lying there, completely unphased, while he’s staring at the ceiling, realizing his entire ego just took a nosedive. He tries to recover, offers to “make it up to you” with his mouth (because his reputation is on the line, obviously), but you? Nah. You’re not interested in “sloppy head” from someone who clearly doesn’t have the stamina to back up all his talk.

And then you just... leave.

Satoru is wrecked. Not outwardly, of course—he’s too proud to let anyone know. But internally? He’s spiraling. This has never happened to him before. Weeks go by, and every time he sees you at a party, all he can think about is that night. He starts obsessing over it. Over you.

Eventually, he cracks and tells Suguru and Shoko, thinking they’ll be supportive or something. But no. They laugh their asses off. Every time he brings you up (and it happens more and more often), they tease him. “Awwe~! Look at you having a little crush!” they say, and Satoru hates it because maybe they’re right.

It’s not just about redeeming himself anymore. He likes you. He has been watching the way you hold yourself, the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you interact with other people. Wants to know you. Wants another chance—not just in bed, but, like, to actually talk to you. Maybe even take you out. The playboy’s got it bad, and for once in his life, he doesn’t have a clue what to do about it.

PLEASEUHH USE THIS IDEA I NEED MOREEE

[daisiescomelate]

GojoxReader when they are both kids back when Gojo wouldn't smile for the life of him. You start going to the Gojo household with your grandmother who works there since there is no one else to take care of you at home. You really like the garden of the Gojo family and your favorite spot comes to be close to where the Young Master of the house has his lessons. When you first meet Gojo you are amazed at how rude he is. At first the fact that he's always staring at you from a distance –like you are a pest to his eyesight– is very annoying, but with time you come to realize that he actually looks like a very lonely child. So one day you come up to him with a pretty flower you found in the garden and ask him to come play with you. He says no, of course, and he slaps your hand away dropping the flower to the floor. But little does he know that you are stubborn and that you had come to pity those lonely blue eyes. You have already made a mission to get this kid to smile one day...

[sadtoru]

gojo satoru was 17 when he realized he loved you.

lets start from the beginning. you and gojo had been best friends since you were 7, being assigned the two (potentially?) strongest sorcerers at birth and all, it would take a lot not to meet each other before going to the same school in the future. you met at one of those stupid clan meetings where everyone brags about how rich they are blah blah. as the strongest, you two were basically allowed to do anything you want, no one could stop you anyways. but, you were still at a stage when you wanted your parents to be proud of you, so you followed them around for the meetings. somehow, your two clans forced got you to meet eachother. it didn't go so well as planned. you both glared at eachother, not believing one would be stronger than the other. hell you two almost got in a fight. after that, you did become friends after a few more meetings together. youd invite eachother to one anothers houses, play together, ect. just trying to be kids, yknow? sure you two were quite competitive, but you grew to become extremely close friends in about a year. little did you both know you'd grow up to rely on eachother so greatly.

but, what made him realize he might like you, was his best friend geto suguru.

suguru and satoru were sitting in class after it had ended, talking about who knows what, when you'd grabbed satorus attention for a second. "I'll see you at the cafe at 6, right?" you asked, to what couldve been anyone else in the room (suguru, shoko, satoru), but satoru immediately knew you were talking to him, because of your plans to check out that new cafe that everyone had been going crazy about. you two had a lot in common, and one of those similarities was your obsession with sweets. so you'd go on little trips dates together to get your daily dosage of sugar. he looked over in your direction to give you a salute, paired with a "yes ma'am!" you laughed and shook your head before leaving the classroom with shoko, heading to your dorm room. satoru subconsciously watched as you walked away with a smile on his face and a look in his eye, that didn't go unnoticed by suguru.

"you like her?" suguru asked him. satoru seemed to be lost in thought, since he didn't respond in any way. just kept staring st your unoccupied seat. suguru smirked and kicked him while his guard was down and he and his desk fell over together. "ouchhh. what was that for?!" he asked rubbing his head that hit the ground with a scowl, clearly annoyed. "you didn't answer me, whats got you so distracted huh?" satoru thought for a second. "that cafe, duh!" satoru rolled his eyes and left his seat on the floor, not caring to pick it up. suguru suddenly started laughing. satoru narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "what are you laughing about?" satoru asked. "oh nothing. just about how clueless you are to your own feelings" suguru wiped away a fake tear and started walking out of the classroom, followed by a confused satoru. "haa?! whats that supposed to mean you dick head?" gojo sweared, still oblivious to the hints suguru laid out. "for someone so "strong" you really are dumb when it comes to common sense" suguru casually insulted him. an irk mark appeared on satorus face and he went to punch suguru, but he dodged it in time. "just tell me what you're laughing about, what, y'too scared?" satoru tried to tease him to get the truth out of suguru. to which suguru merely chuckled. "I think I'll keep it to myself for now" suguru grinned and ran ahead of satoru. normally satoru would chase him and force suguru to answer him but he simply rolled his eyes and went the other way this time. ooc, I know, but he was busy with his thoughts.

a few days later, you and satoru had already went on your cafe date trip. everything was somewhat normal until this day. satoru had forgotten about what happened with suguru a few days ago. but a bit late at night past curfew, he was so confused with himself, he decided to ask suguru for help.

"suguruu!!" satoru slammed sugurus door open. lucky him, he was still awake so the annoying actions of a certain gojo that has never knocked in his life didn't phase him too much. satoru closed the door behind him, somewhat quietly, and that's when suguru knew something was up. 'satoru never shuts doors, so that means he has something important to say. a favor probably' suguru perceived satorus actions. "what's up" suguru asked simply, hiding his curiosity in satorus out of character behavior.

"suguru. i kinda need a favor. I just need to ask you something.." satoru rubbed the back of his head nervously. to this suguru lifted one brow. "I can't promise I'll answer it" suguru replied, deeming suspicious activity. "it's not anything you wouldn't wanna answer okay? just.. it's really weird.. I don't know.. It's just that, whenever I'm around y/n my heart randomly starts beating really fast, I get a little sweaty and I feel all nervous, and then I end up saying stupid stuff and-" he sighed as he put a hand through his hair in frustration. "it's been happening for awhile time but it doesn't happen around anyone else.. d'you know-" Suguru started laughing at him before he could finish his sentence. it started with a small chuckle until he burst out in full on laughter as satoru furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at suguru. "what's so funny? I'm asking for real advice here!" he huffed and went to open the door again to leave, but suguru stopped him.

"satoru, I think you're in love with her"

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Lost feelings 💙~ Gojo x Fembodied Y/N (collage AU)

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Scenario:

~ Lost feelings💙~

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NSFW 18+ only

•A LOT OF ORAL (male giving and some male receiving 👀) • sixty-nine • face sitting• Friends with benefits?/ unrequited love (On both sides• fingering•squirting•overstimulation•

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Y/n POV:

“So y/n can you answer a question for me?”. “Weird way to ask a question Toru-”. You sit in Gojo’s apartment it was the end of a lazy weekend for the two of you. hanging out with your best friend like you usually do.

It is getting late you look at your watch 11:00 a.m., the next train home will be departing soon, and you have some classes in the morning. You sigh as you stretch out on Gojo’s massive couch. “-Go ahead ask away but Make it quick”.

“Do you like getting eaten out from the front or from the back?”. You blink your eyes in disbelief those words just slid out of this mouth so casually, that your heart starts to pound so hard you can hear it in your ears.

“You mean having my pussy eaten out right?”. “Yeah”. Shit.. “well… umm..”. “Y/n, have you never been eaten out before?”. I itch my head out of nervousness, looking away from Gojo. “N-no not really”.

“You mean none of your boyfriends have done it for you?”. “Nope, that’s something guys do normally? For their girlfriends?”. Gojo faces Palms. “If they’re decent then yes y/n, damn I knew you were dating assholes but what the fuck”. “I don’t know what to tell you toru, it’s not like having sex was something enjoyable in general I just kinda wanted it to be over with— but - anyways”. Shit, I’m saying too much. I think to myself as I sit back on the arm of the couch. picking up my phone and looking at it out of nervousness. I still feel Gojo’s eyes on me, I know he’s just going to ask me another question.

“Did you suck them off?”. I sigh “Yes, does that matter?”. “Yeah, so they want pleasure from you, but yet they can’t give any back pretty lacking”. “Oh, well it’s not like I’m missing anything worthwhile anyways”.

Gojo POV:

My eyes trail up y/n’s legs those leggings dangerously transparent, why the hell would she wear those things in public? Just then she crosses her leg over her knee as she pretends to stare at her phone. My eyes trail between her legs. I bite my lip slightly, should I? I mean I’ve been dreaming about teasing, tasting, and fucking her for years. -

- Right now would be the perfect opportunity to open the door. Before I decide to talk myself out of it like I had plenty of times before, I get up walking over to y/n.

I lay my hands on her outer thighs, she looks up at me with a questioning look. “Toru what is it? I have to leave-“. “Do you want to know what it’s like?”. “What it’s like to what?”. “to Have your pussy eaten?”. My heart starts to slightly pound as thoughts race through my mind. Great job dumbass what if she says no? Do I just play it off as a joke? - “Y-you want to eat me out? B-but why?”. So no immediate no, this is a good sign. I sign in relief. “What kind of person would I be if I let my best friend go without feeling real pleasure?”. She looks off, I can tell she’s thinking my anxiety slightly kicks in I’ve never felt so nervous -

-when it comes to sex, usually I don’t have to say much to get someone to do anything with me. but doing things with her feels different, it feels more real probably because I’m so in love with her.

“F-fine… I mean,- but don’t think I’m going to have some magical reaction or something”.

I laugh a bit, “No need to be nervous y/n”. y/n puts her phone down as I kneel on the couch in front of her legs. I reach behind me grabbing a couch pillow. “Put this behind your back and Lift your hips”. her face goes a little red as she grabs the pillow from me putting it behind her back.

After she gets comfortable, she lifts her hips. I quickly slip off her leggings and underwear discarding them onto the floor.

I feel my cock get hard while staring at her pretty pussy fuck.., I didn’t imagine it would be this cute.

I open her legs leaning down, “W-wait umm please hurry I need to leave soon”. She’s not going anywhere after this I smirk to myself.

I open up her slit with my forefingers while also gently reveal her little clit, I smirk again as my eyes wander over to her already-wet pussy. “You’re wet, y/n getting excited thinking about my tongue?”. “N-no..”. “You can be honest y/n, don’t be shy”. I lean down attaching my lips to her clit softly sucking on it, while also gliding my tongue against it. I look up her hand covers her mouth and her eyes are shut tightly.

Her expression shoots straight to my cock. I’m glad I’m wearing sweatpants right now, if I was wearing jeans I’d have to take them off from how hard I’ve gotten-. “Y/n uncover your mouth, I want to hear you. It’s okay if you’re loud I don’t mind I just want to hear your voice”. I sounded a bit more desperate there than I meant to, but she didn’t seem to notice. “O-oh fuck gojo”. She grabs the back of my head, with her right hand. Shoving my face into her farther. I am assuming unintentionally, but still, I moan a bit. As I start to suck and lick her clit more.

As much as I want to tease her until she cries, it’s too cruel to do that on her first orgasm. So I’ll let her have this first one without teasing.

I continue to suck lapping at her clit aggressively as her hips start to wiggle trying to get away. I quickly grab her hip and her grip gets slightly tighter on my hair as I suck her hard. “I’m cumming! Gojo I’m cumming fuck!!”. She slightly shoves herself into my mouth as I take her first orgasm of the night. She Groans in satisfaction, her grip on my hair relaxing. I immediately lick up her slick tasting her for the first time. Fuck, she tastes so good. I look up at her, her eyes covered with her arm. I can tell she’s fucked out already. I wipe off my chin with my hand.

“How was it y/n? Too good?”. “S-shut up Toru”. I smile victorious. “Do you want more y/n? Your little hole down here, won’t stop leaking even after having an orgasm”. I lick it as it comes out of her. “S-sure if you want to”. “Perfect, here get up”. “Okay”. Y/n stands up as I lay down on the couch. “Sit on my face”.

Y/n POV:

“W-what?!”. “I mean It sit on my face, here I’ll position you”. Gojo positions me so my pussy is right over his face.

I blush hard. “W-won’t I smother you? Is this safe?”. “That's kinda the point y/n, I want to be smothered by your pussy, so please lay it on me and use me to get off, I’ll tap you when I need air don’t worry”. “O-okay if you’re sure”. I hover myself above Gojo’s mouth as he sticks out his tongue he lightly licks some circles into my clit. “Y/n you can do it sit on me, I’ll be fine”. I lower myself.

his tongue going inside of me as his nose rubs against my clit. “G-Gojo -”. I moan as his tongue wiggles inside of me expertly. His hands hold my hips motioning me to move my hips slightly. It’s like he’s fucking me with his tongue. I tilt my head to the side as I register this new pleasurable sensation within my head. I’m slightly surprised and thrown off when his hand taps me.

I immediately lift my hips off of him, I cover my mouth in embarrassment. When I see his entire chin covered with my arousal as he breathes heavily. He looks up at me with an authoritative gaze. “Look at me while I eat you out y/n”. I nod kinda shocked by his tone, as his hands lower me to his mouth once again. I moan locking eyes with him as I hear lewd slurps, as he uses his tongue to tease me like before. As his nose still ever so often hitting my clit. “Gojo… I’m cumming early this time shit - it’s too good”. He playfully smacks my ass, as he unashamedly slurps up my arousal. His lips smack as he goes faster making me cum for the second within 20 minutes. Fuck, I have been missing out, haven’t I? I get off of him.

When I notice how strained his sweatpants have become. Did I turn Gojo on? N-no- don’t be stupid y/n your best friend would never get hard over you, it’s probably just a natural reaction he’d have after eating out any other girl.

You feel a slight ping in your heart as you think that, but why?

You turn around rubbing his hips “Can I touch you as well Satoru? This looks painful”. “This is meant to be about you y/n”. “I understand, but what best friend would I be if I let you sit here and suffer?”. “Alright, go ahead”. I pull down his sweatpants when his massive pale-colored cock springs out. I’m kinda shocked by the size I mean damn, he’s bigger than most of my boyfriends combined no wonder why girls like him so much.

I touch his cock, taking some of his Newley-produced precum from the tip as I start to stroke him. But I’m surprised by the sudden movement below me. “Y/n move your leg to the other side of me”. “O-okay..”. I move my leg so I’m now laying on top of him my butt in his face. I feel him lean up, slightly his long fat finger tracing my now abused slit.

I freeze, as his finger goes to my still-enlarged clit, circling it lightly with his finger. My body twitches. He’s going to lick me again, I’m going to go insane.

I play around with the tip of his cock lightly running my tongue against it and tasting his precum for the first time. “Fuck y/n, don’t tease, I let you cum once without teasing”. His voice sounded kinda whiny. I laugh a bit “You’re right sorry”. I take his cock putting it in my mouth properly sucking on it.

As one of his fingers enters me,

I close my eyes nervously. Remembering back to when my last ex tried fingering me, I had to pretend to orgasm to make him stop.

I stop myself. This is Gojo, not your ex get it together y/n! gojo wouldn’t make you feel bad. I go back to concreting on Gojo’s dick when a second finger enters me. I moan slightly his fingers are so big... I feel his fingers move inside of me fucking me. this isn’t bad it feels really good.

I Pay little attention as I take Gojo’s cock out of my mouth, stoking it again. But this time more aggressively. When I feel Gojo’s fingers curl into something inside of me.

“I found it”. He mutters, almost sounding proud of himself. His fingers slam into that spot multiple times. I lose my consideration for a second, My toes curling at the completely new sensation.

My pussy, making all new sounds I’ve never heard before. I moan without restraint probably sounding like a girl in a porno flick. As I continue to lazily stoke Gojo’s cock as I grope my left breast using my other hand. “they must’ve never done this either it’s so easy to make you cum, those men were idiots, and so undeserving of such a goddess of a woman”. I would usually side-eye him for such a strange comment, but my mind was being utterly wrecked.

My back arches a bit more as his thrusts get stronger and I bite my lip. I decide to go back to sucking Gojo’s cock his moans get louder as well. “Y/n I’m cumming -“. I hum, continuing to suck him off. Until he suddenly cums into my mouth, his fingers stopping within me. I moan, swallowing his cum as his fingers move more aggressively, as his thumb rubs my clit. G-gojo.. something’s coming.. it’s fine y/n let go-”. I gasp. My hands and my feet curl as my eyes see stars as I cum squirting for the first time.

He fingers me through my orgasm. “So sexy..”. He leans up licking my pussy directly slurping up my cum as my whole body tingles. When his tongue runs across my clit. “A-ahhh! S-so sensitive”. My eyes start to tear, and my hips wiggle as he overstimulates me by sucking on my clit again. “G-gojo d-don’t”.

He ignores me, grabbing my hips again and sucking on my clit harshly until tears come out of my eyes. My whole body shakes, as I squeal with no regard for the neighbors. Gojo is most definitely going to get a noise complaint. He steals another orgasm from me making it my fourth one for the night. This continues for hours gojo bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, I lost count at nine.

I and Gojo, are now completely naked. Gojo cleans me up using his tongue, from yet another orgasm. I’m leaning against the wall while one of my legs is up in the air when my knees buckle from under me.

Gojo catches me with ease, his naked body squishing against mine. I want to react but.. I just have no energy. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Gojo POV:

I sit there perplexed, by how fast she fell asleep, I sigh to myself bringing her to my bed.

I lay her down, as I also get in covering us both when I hold her stoking her hair. I hope one day you’ll find a guy, who treats you like he should y/n. You deserve nothing but the best. I admire her face for a few moments before I fall asleep.

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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), gojo is a bit violent, the reader is 16 years old in current events.-

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-In the heart of Kyoto, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern sorcery, the Hirano clan's estate stood as a silent sentinel to its illustrious lineage. Within its quiet corridors and manicured gardens, the air was thick with the weight of duty, a burden that the young heiress, the reader "y/n".

-Her chambers, adorned with silks of deep crimson and gold, reflected the opulence and austerity expected of one destined for greatness. y/n, with her bright green eyes and sun-kissed hair, adorned with light orange freckles, a picture of quiet obedience, She sat on her bed, which was draped in luxurious silk sheets and pillows embroidered with intricate patterns. In her hands, she held a well-worn book about a princess, its pages soft from being read many times. This story was her favorite, as the princess's life mirrored her own in many ways, filled with duty, tradition, and a yearning for something more.

-As she lost herself in the familiar tale, the door to her chamber opened with a soft creak. Her mother, Lady Hirano, entered the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Tall and imposing, she wore a kimono that exuded elegance, paired with very dark lipstick that contrasted sharply with her golden-yellow hair, a shade identical to her daughter's. With a graceful but firm gesture, Lady Hirano took the book from Y/N's hands and set it aside.

-She said in a firm tone :                                 

-"You must understand, daughter, that your marriage to Gojo Satoru is more than a personal union, It is a pact that binds our clans, securing our future."-

-y/n inclined her head respectfully, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her kimono. The fabric whispered tales of craftsmanship passed down through generations, each stitch a testament to the artistry that adorned the Hirano lineage. From childhood, she had been immersed in the teachings of duty — to marry, to bear children, to uphold the honor of her ancestors. Her desires and dreams had long been surrendered to the sanctity of tradition, woven into the fabric of her existence like the threads of her ceremonial attire.

-From a young age, she had been groomed for this role — to marry, bear children, and uphold the honor of the Hirano name. Her desires had long been sacrificed on the altar of duty, her dreams mere whispers in the wind.

-Since her early years, Y/N's mother had treated her with a cold formality, constantly reminding her that she was special and not like other children. Play was forbidden, replaced by a strict regimen of meals and classes that focused on education and moral discipline. Under her mother's stern guidance, she transformed into an obedient doll, a woman molded to wait for marriage and childbirth without any personal goals. Like the women before her, she was expected to perform her duty, give birth to heirs, and then pass away in peace.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers," -

-Lady Hirano continued, her gaze unwavering as it assessed her daughter. Pride mingled with expectation in her eyes, a reflection of the legacy that y/n was destined to inherit.

-"Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan,"-

-She affirmed with conviction.

-"This is your destiny, y/n."-

-A tumult of emotions stirred within y/n's heart — apprehension, resignation, and beneath it all, a quiet rebellion that dared to question the path laid out before her. She had been raised to honor tradition, to embrace her role without question, yet a flicker of curiosity burned within her. Beyond the rigid confines of duty, she yearned for a glimpse of a world where freely, untethered by the expectations of clan alliances.

-Lady Hirano turned to leave she will not allow her to answer, because Y/N's answer simply does not matter, as it will not change anything. She also expects absolute obedience. Any objection will result in punishment and many lectures. Her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns.

-Y/N, now sixteen years old, prepares to take on the role of gojo Satoru's wife, in the eyes of her clan, this is an appropriate age for marriage.

-Y/N gaze lingered on the moonlit garden beyond her window. Cherry blossoms swayed in the evening breeze, In that quiet moment, amidst the weight of tradition and the legacy of her bloodline, y/n pondered the path that lay ahead.

-Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life, the day she had been preparing for all her years...

-Your wedding day, you had simple encounters with Gojo Satoru, specifically at clan gatherings, you don't know much about him, but what you concluded after your encounters was that he didn't care much about you, for the most part, he hates her, but you don't care, you already heard many rumors throughout their engagement that he's a womanizer.

-A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, as she cleared her mind of conflicting thoughts. She murmured in a low tone,

-"No need to be nervous, I will do what I learned,"-

Before she got up, closed the window, and went to sleep.

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-Gojo's Point of View-

-The year doesn't change (in 2012)

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-In contrast, Gojo Satoru, the man who is twenty two years old, prowled the corridors of the clan headquarters, his best friend and confidant, Suguru Geto, by his side. Gojo was grumbling incessantly, and Suguru, with his soothing voice, tried to calm him.

-"You know, Satoru," -

-Suguru began cautiously, his voice a calming presence amidst the brewing storm.

-"she didn't choose this any more than you did. Remember that."-

-Gojo's response was a derisive scoff, his expressions hidden behind the dark blindfold that marked him as a prodigy among sorcerers.

-"I know what this is, Suguru,"-

-He replied sharply.

-"A marriage to a minor who isn't even eighteen yet, to strengthen alliances. Don't expect me to play the doting husband."

-Suguru sighed, fixing his gaze on his friend's impassive face.

-"She's not just a piece in this game, Gojo,"-

-He insisted gently, knowing how much his friend despised the traditions that dictated their lives.

-"She's a person with dreams and hopes. You could at least try to see that."-

-Gojo turned away, his clenched jaw revealing the turmoil within.

-"Dreams and hopes,"-

-He repeated mockingly.

-"What does she know about such things? She's been groomed since birth to obey, to serve the clan's ambitions, just a stupid doll. Our marriage changes nothing."-

-Suguru's brow furrowed in concern, aware of his friend's stubbornness.

-"Maybe not,"-

-He conceded quietly,

-"but she deserves more than your indifference."-

-With a frustrated grunt, Gojo fell silent, his footsteps echoing through the polished corridors of the headquarters. Geto watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he broke the silence in his gentle tone.

-"Remember, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into a harsh reality of premature adulthood."-

-Gojo looked at him, recalling their few encounters, her hesitant smiles, the nervous glances she cast around the room, her attempts to mimic the grace and poise expected of her. She was a child, really, though their world didn't afford her the luxury to remain one.

-"You know she's only sixteen,"-

-Suguru added, his voice softer, almost pleading.

-"She's not just young, she's practically still a child."-

-Gojo clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. He knew what was expected of him — to marry her, strengthen the alliance, and get her pregnant as soon as possible. The weight of the elders' expectations was suffocating.

-"They want me to marry a minor and have children with her as quickly as possible. It's absurd,"-

-Gojo muttered, his tone filled with bitterness.

-"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't understand the pressure? But I won't be forced into this without a fight."-

-Suguru stepped closer, his gaze imploring.

-"I'm not asking you to accept this without a fight, Satoru."-

-He placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.

-"But at least consider what she must feel. She's trapped just like you, if not more. Show her some kindness. She deserves that."-

-Gojo turned to face his friend fully, the agitation in his eyes clear even through the blindfold.

-"And what if I can't, Suguru? What if I'm too consumed by my own anger and resentment to see beyond my suffering?"-

-Suguru smiled sympathetically, a small, sad smile touching his lips.

-"Then you'll both suffer needlessly. Especially her. You already have some freedom and a bit of authority over the elders, but she doesn't."-

-He sighed, lowering his hand from Gojo's shoulder.

-"But if you can find it in yourself to show her a little compassion, maybe — just maybe — you'll both find a way to bear this together."-

-Gojo's shoulders relaxed slightly, the internal battle momentarily subdued.

-"I'll try"-

-he whispered, almost to himself.

-"But only for myself. I'll try."-

-He said arrogantly,

-"Don't expect me to be the devoted husband. I'll just try not to treat her too harshly. I really don't see her as my wife."-

-Suguru nodded, his temper rising slightly at his friend's arrogance.

-"That's all anyone can expect from you, Satoru."-

-The moonlight bathed the Gojo headquarters in a serene glow as they continued walking, discussing other topics.-

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-Flashback:The First Encounter-

2003 (nine years ago)

-gojo : thirteen years old

-y/n : seven years old

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-Years ago, on a balmy summer evening, the Hirano and Satoru clans convened for a rare gathering at the sprawling Satoru estate. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with ceremony.

-y/n Hirano, then a timid seven-year-old adorned in a kimono of soft pastels, stood amidst the opulence of the estate's grand reception hall. Her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she awaited the introduction to Gojo Satoru, the thirteen boy, heir to the formidable Satoru lineage and already a prodigy among sorcerers at sixteen, she will be engaged today, with him.

-The dinner between the clans had been a tense affair, filled with polite exchanges that barely masked the undercurrents of political maneuvering and ancient rivalries. Gojo, seated at the head of the table, occasionally glanced towards Makoto with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing through the formalities with unsettling intensity.

-After the formalities, y/n found herself alone with Gojo in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the prying eyes and murmured conversations of their elders. Gojo leaned against a stone pillar, his posture relaxed yet his presence commanding.

-"You're the Hirano girl,"-

-Gojo remarked coolly, his voice carrying an edge of disdain as he glanced down at y/n with barely concealed disinterest.

-y/n, trained from birth in the art of etiquette and obedience, lowered her gaze respectfully.

-"Yes, Lord Gojo,"-

-She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

-"It is an honor to meet you."-

-"Honor?"-

-Gojo scoffed, approached her and held her wrist tightly, but not to the point that it would hurt her, he pressed her small figure and looked at her with complete annoyance, his tone biting as he circled her with a predatory grace.

-"This arrangement is nothing more than a shackle forced upon us by tradition. Don't mistake it for anything else."-

-y/n felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, her youthful innocence colliding with the harsh reality of their predetermined futures, She bit her lip, tried not to tremble, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Gojo's blunt dismissal.-

-"You're right, Lord Gojo,"-

-She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.-

-"I understand."-

-Gojo's gaze softened imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away dismissively.

-"Good,"-

-He muttered, striding off after he left her arm and the sound of his steps filled the corridors.

-Alone once more in the vastness of the Satoru estate, y/n clutched at the folds of her kimono, her young heart heavy with the weight of their brief exchange. She had been taught from a tender age the importance of compliance, of burying one's desires deep within the recesses of the soul in service to the clan's aspirations.

-As she wandered the labyrinthine halls, the echoes of Gojo's words lingered in her mind, In that moment, amidst the opulence and the traditions that bound their clans together, She started thinking about her life — a life intertwined with the enigmatic figure who had already left an indelible mark upon her heart.

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Author's Note: I have made a few changes to the original plot, as you know, don't be the ghost reader, I really love to see your opinions on this chapter, what did you like the most? are there any things you want me to add? your engagement encourages me to publish more (I will read all the comments) thank you for reading, Have a great day!

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[thatonecoffeedemon]

I was wondering if anyone knew of a gojo x reader fic? I lost the one I was reading 😭

The reader was getting a break up where she was treated bad, she was geto’s younger sister, spent time at the house with gojo, spicy scenes ensue and he finds out her ex never treated her right or even really helped her feel good and proceeds to show her how it’s done. I think it included praise like “princess” and all

The end of it was reader walking around the house in gojo’s shirt and that’s how geto, when he gets there, realizes what happened

Does anyone know the fic??? I haven’t been able to find it, any help is appreciated!!! Updated below

UPDATE!!!!!!! Fic was found!!

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Yuji itadori x tall reader head canons

♡ The moment Yuji lays eyes on you, it’s game over for him. You’re exactly his type tall, strong, blessed and he’s already imagining what your wedding photos would look like.

♡ He’s so confident when he confesses, too. Probably flashes you that goofy, boyish grin and says something like:

"Hey, I think you’re really cool. Wanna go out with me?"

And you? You look down at him (literally) and just go:

"Sorry, you’re too short."

Immediate psychological damage. Yuji.exe has stopped working.

He stands there, smiling on the outside but internally combusting.

"Too short? Too SHORT???"

But it gets worse. He asks, trying to salvage his pride:

"Then… what’s your type?"

And you, without hesitation:

"Todo."

MORTAL WOUND. DEATH. PAIN.

♡ Bro just got rejected and his best friend got praised in the same breath.

You walk away, completely unaware that you just shattered his entire ego.

Meanwhile, Yuji is standing there, staring at Todo from across the training field like a betrayed shonen protagonist.

♡ Cue maldative dreaming.

"so when I asked her out , she said I wasn't her type"

"I wish I was a little bit taller…"

"I wish I was a baller…"

"i wish I was 6 foot baller"

"I wish I had a girl , I'll call"

♡ He starts looking up height-enhancing exercises on Google. Hanging from bars, stretching his legs, drinking so much milk this man is on a mission.

♡ Considers asking Gojo if there’s a cursed technique that can make him taller.

At some point, Megumi just sighs and says:

"You’re never gonna be taller than Todo. Accept it."

Yuji refuses. He refuses.

♡ Starts wearing shoes with thick soles, hoping to gain even an inch.

♡ When you and Todo are sparring, and Todo lifts you effortlessly, Yuji is in the background dying inside.

♡ Eventually, he just stares at himself in the mirror like:

"Maybe she’ll fall for my personality instead… right?"

♡ Meanwhile, Todo has no idea any of this is happening. He’s just vibing, calling Yuji his besto friendo, completely oblivious to the emotional crisis happening next to him.

Wish granted

♡ After weeks of maldative dreaming, failed height-increasing attempts, and watching you simp for Todo, Yuji was ready to accept his fate.

But then, fate does him a solid.

♡Gojo sensei, in his infinite wisdom (or trolling tendencies), pairs you and Yuji as training partners for an entire month. (Fox he did that on purpose)

♡Yuji is initially like, “Oh god, this is gonna be painful.” He’s fully expecting you to talk about Todo 24/7 while he suffers in silence.

♡ But after a week of working together, he realizes something.

You’re actually… really cool.

Not just in a “wow, hot person” way but in a “holy shit, I really like talking to them” way.

You hype him up during training and laugh at his dumb jokes.

You don’t baby him you challenge him, push him to be stronger.

And when he actually manages to land a hit on you during sparring, you grin and say, “Damn, shortie’s fast.”

♡ Normally, the height comment would kill him. But… why is he blushing instead???

♡ Meanwhile, you? You were obsessed with Todo.

♡ But now? Yuji’s got you questioning everything.

♡ Like, why does his laugh make your chest feel weird?

♡ Why do you find yourself looking for him in a crowded room?

♡ And why, for the love of all things holy, do his stupid brown eyes make your heart race???

♡ Todo doesn’t even cross your mind anymore. Especially not when Yuji looks at you like that.

♡ It all officially clicks for both of you one night after an intense training session.

♡ You’re both exhausted, lying on the ground, staring at the sky. And out of nowhere, Yuji just mumbles:

“I don’t even care about being taller anymore… I just wanna be good enough for you.”

Your heart? Gone. Exploded.

You turn to face him, and without thinking, you say:

“You were always good enough, idiot.”

And then you kiss him.

Congratulations, Yuji. You may not have gotten taller…

But you got the girl.

This was inspired by this edit

AND THIS WAS REQUESTED IF U HAVE ABY REQUESTS PLESSE TELL.

[frostycakepopp]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 - -🄲🅁🄰🅂🄷 🄾🅄🅃- (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1524641252-%F0%9F%84%B2%F0%9F%85%81%F0%9F%84%B0%F0%9F%85%82%F0%9F%84%B7-%F0%9F%84%BE%F0%9F%85%84%F0%9F%85%83?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CakeFrosTBun In the formative years of Gojo and Geto, Y/N and her older twin sister, Riko, enter the picture. The duo has a mission: to recruit Riko as Tengen's vessel. Y/N, a popular girl in high school, expertly masks her true feelings, pretending to care while remaining emotionally detached. Few are aware of her hidden identity as the Sand Scale, a being of immense power that rivals Gojo himself. To maintain her secretive nature, she suppresses her emotions. Yet, through her interactions with Gojo and Geto, she starts to unravel the layers of her heart, learning the value of love and the beauty of being vulnerable.

[haizxty]

Omg I need help finding this Gojo x reader fic where they share the same birthday and there was this guy that apparently could tell someone’s future. Anyways, they then said that reader was going to die and at the end she did. I dun remember much but at the end there’s this scene in which they were both playing in the snow and apparently it was like an illusion. PLEASE HELP IT’S STUCK IN MY MIND

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction- Chapter 9

Turning over in bed, you yawn softly.

"So warm.."

Whatever it is that you pressed into feels like heaven.

"Kento." you mumble.

"Guess again~"

Your eyes shoot open, and you jump upright, pulling the sheets against your body.

"G-GOJO!!"

"Hai! Ohaiyo (Y/N)-chan!"

How the hell did he get inside?

"I apologize."

Nanami steps into the room with his blade and a pair of sweats on.

"It seems like he managed to slip through my fingers. "

You yank the covers out from under him, and he slides off, hitting the ground with a grunt. You immediately run to Nanami's side, clutching the cloth to your chest in hopes of blocking it from his view.

"Y-You shameless dog!!"

You were having such a good moment with Nanami too.

"How mean, didn't we agree to share."

"I never agreed to anything! " You fire back. You slammed the door shut with a sulk.

"Sorry Nanami."

"It's alright, would you like to take a shower. I will prepare breakfast. I may have to stop by the convenience store for some items."

"I'll make breakfast!!"

Gojo kicks the door open, darting down the stairs. The front door shuts harshly, a long sigh escaping you.

"At least we got rid of him for now."

Nanami's hand moves to your waist, and you squeak when he leans over, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Ohaiyo (Y/N)."

His sultry tone has all those images running back through your head.

"I-It's not fair to seduce me like this Kento."

He lifts you into his arms, and you hold on.

"Let's take a shower."

Something tells you there won't be a whole lot of showering in there.

~~

Gojo had pretty much set everything up. He sat at the table, kicking his legs aimlessly.

"They've been up there for a while now."

On cue, you're both walking down. You have a towel over your shoulder, and Gojo makes out the droplets on Nanami's hair. His face blanked.

"You cheater!!" Gojo accused.

"I don't recall this being a competition." Nanami responds.

You frown.

"You really think I'd let you anywhere near to me after that little stunt you pulled, you're in time out!"

"B-But you liked it!"

"Still."

Gojo folds his arms.

"At least you aren't a virgin. I'd be pissed if he was the first one to claim your flower. "

"I was her first."

"N-Nanami!!"

"Eh!!! (Y/N)-chan how could you!?!"

"What the hell are you complaining about Gojo, it's my body!"

"Yes, and she was quite vocal. Last night and this morning."

"NANAMI!!!"

How was he saying all of this with a straight face?

"I-I need to get to work!!" You grab your bag from the couch, shooting right out the door.

"She didn't even touch my breakfast." Gojo sobs.

"I'm late."

Nanami slips his suit jacket on.

"Not you too!!"

"I'd prefer if you were gone when I get back." The door closes, and Gojo sits in the corner, body pale.

"They really do hate me." He cries. 

[seikonetwork]

Birthday

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader fluff

I wrote it because today (07.12) is Satoru's birthday!

Suguru and Shoko spent a long time wondering what can they buy Satoru for birthday. They felt like the three of them was too close to simply buy him something from the bakery (especially that it happened everyday since their rich friend didn't carry his walled with him, ever).

They’d pooled their money together for weeks and finally surprised him with a brand-new pair of sunglasses. Not just any sunglasses—custom-made, sleek, and specifically designed to accommodate his Six Eyes.

The moment he saw them, his usual cocky smirk widened into a genuine, almost childlike grin. “These are so sick! You guys are the best!” he said, immediately putting them on and striking a ridiculous pose. Suguru rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Shoko lit a cigarette and muttered something about how expensive it was.

"Yeah, I'm suprised someone like you could afford them-"

This almost earned Satoru a solid smack on the head from Shoko if it wasn't for Suguru, gently reminding her that it was the whitehaired man's birthday.

Satoru continued to strike poses, admiring the way the glasses fit him and not minding his friend's threats even one bit when you walked by. His secret (read: extremaly obvious) crush, the one person who could make his infinite confidence falter for just a second. You stopped when you saw the scene, your eyes flicking between the gift box and Satoru’s goofy grin.

“Oh? New sunglasses, Satoru?” you asked, your tone casual but warm

His cheeks warmed up slightly, he hoped you liked them.

Satoru shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Oh, yeah. Got them for my birthday. No big deal or anything.” He was definitely hoping for a cheerful 'Happy Birthday, Satoru!' from you that he has been secretly imagining for the past week. Maybe even a hug.

Or maybe if he got lucky enough a kiss on a cheek. He giggled mentally before coming back to the reality.

Sigh.

Even he knew it was unlikely to happen.

You nodded thoughtfully, then fished your keys out of your pocket. Without a second thought, you unclipped a small, well-loved keychain—a cute little bear with tiny paws—and handed it to him. “Here you go. Happy birthday.”

Satoru blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Since I didn't know it was your birthday I couldn't buy you a gift, so it's more symbolic. Happy birthday, Satoru!” you said with a small smile before heading off to wherever you’d been going.

The moment you were out of earshot, Satoru clutched the keychain like it was a priceless artifact. Suguru raised an eyebrow. “You okay there, lover boy?”

“Do you see this?” Satoru said, holding it up like it was the Hope Diamond. “She gave me this. Me. She took it off her keys. Do you know what that means?”

“That she had a spare keychain?” Shoko deadpanned.

“No, you heathen,” Satoru snapped, as if it were obvious. “It’s a symbol! She’s saying I have the key to her heart!”

Suguru stared at him, unimpressed. “Or she didn’t have time to get you an actual gift and gave you the first thing she could find.”

“Shut up, Suguru. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, we understand perfectly,” Shoko said with a smirk. “You’re completely whipped.”

“I am not whipped,” Satoru protested, but his voice cracked, betraying him. He stared at the little bear keychain in his hand, his expression softening. “It’s just… special. Okay? You guys don’t get it.”

Suguru groaned. “We literally got you custom sunglasses—expensive, custom sunglasses—and you’re losing your mind over a used keychain.”

“Because it’s from her! This keychain has meaning. It’s practically a confession.”

Shoko let out a long sigh, flicking her cigarette to the ground. “You’re hopeless.”

The rest of the day was spent listening to Satoru brag about the keychain while Suguru and Shoko endured it with varying degrees of patience. No matter how much they teased him, though, nothing could wipe the smug grin off his face. You had given him something, and to Satoru, it meant everything.

After all, you are his candle wish.

[hyuneskkami]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ R U MINE? .ᐟ

⤷ satoru gojo x gender neutral!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . jujutsu kaisen

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . corny pick-up lines | suggestive dialogues

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 161

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . a quick (and short af) dorky!gojo + tease!gojo bc we all know the duality of this man-child <3 here’s a bunch of pick-up lines gojo uses on the reader bc we def need gojo fluff after what gege did to us 🙏 but guys I saw one that went “I have these stitches on my forehead bc you’ve made me lose my mind” and I- 💀

gojo: “y/n.” reader: “mm.” G: “n/n.” R: “mmm.” G: “MY LOVE-“ R: “what is it, toru? and stop smirking.” G: “want me to explain my cursed technique with mathematics?“ R: “didn’t you fail twice, and then ask kento to help you with math?” G: “…” R: “sorry, darling, go ahead-“ G: “LET’S START BY ADDING A BED AND SUBTRACTING OUR CLOTHES-“ geto: “n/n, is he high again?”

ᯓ★

gojo: “something’s wrong with my six eyes, n/n.” reader: “shit, are you o-“ G: “because I can’t take them off you.” *finger guns* R: *bitch slaps him* 💀🙏

ᯓ★

gojo: “oi n/n, you know gumi’s divine dogs, don’tcha?” reader: “mhm. they’re so adorable. and don’t yap my ears off when i’m reading. unlike someone else-“ G: “I think, just like them, we’d make a great pair <3” R: *absolutely mf flustered*

ᯓ★

satoru “throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honoured one to be your husband” gojo on your wedding day <3

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