#Gojo hc

[gojoshooter]

HER HO!NY HUSBAND : GOJO SATORU

tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies

Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.

Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.

Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.

Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.

“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”

At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.

“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”

Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”

Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”

Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”

Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.

As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”

Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.

Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.

“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”

Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.

Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.

“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.

an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33

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[peachsayshi]

satoru is protective of you, yes.

but people don't know that you're far more protective of him, and fiercely so. you know how his past lovers have hurt him, how they've used him. you see how people can be cruel to him just because he's a little eccentric. and when people try to put him down, you can't help but want to fight back.

and satoru, he's just...so flattered. it actually makes him a little flustered.

he's so used to be being the protector, he doesn't know how to respond when somebody stands up for him.

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 呪術廻戦 ; gojo satoru x fem reader (1k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ valentine's day is approaching; and with a valentine comes love...or for worse...heartbreak.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, angst, mentions of fluff idk, there’s some swearing i think author's note; happy (almost) valentine's,, i’m projecting

1 day, 9 hours, and 47 minutes.

your last conversation wasn't anything out of the ordinary. there was no dry spell. no plateau. no failure to communicate. just you and satoru, plus the typical banter, talking about something as simple as what you were planning on making for dinner; to be more precise, what you were trying to make for dinner. you're a pretty awful cook according to him.

everything seemed to be going so well...really well...almost perfectly well— and with valentine's day right around the corner, you'd instinctively assumed that he'd ask you to be his. instinct is a difficult emotion, though. is it even an emotion? you're not quite sure, but your heart believes it is. your heart— which is practically pounding out of your chest at the current moment, stretching your skin, eager to feel the limitless fresh air and freedom that comes with floating on cloud 9— instinctively wants to believe satoru is your soulmate. you love him don't you? is the answer yes? it should be no.

you've known him for...what? four months? four months of your twenty years of life is seemingly small. that's only one point six-seven percent of your entire lifetime...one point six-seven percent of your life that you wish you could relive forevermore.

...he isn't going to text you back is he?

2 days, 2 hours, and 15 minutes.

each second passing is another flicker of hope that misses the candle wick. instead of lighting the path that leads to your eventual relationship, it lights a fire beneath your feet. your socks feel warm. there's coal beneath them. hot, burning coal withering away the sense of feel in your toes; breathing in the aroma of heartbreak until it becomes a roaring fire that consumes all of you.

why is he doing this? what did you do wrong? you haven't done anything wrong. he's just a man. a man who can't seem to stop playing with your heart.

you can hear his voice in the back of your mind. the part of your mind that connects to your heart. "can you facetime, right now? i'm having a bad day and i just want to see your face." he had to have meant that. "you don't need to apologize for talking over me, i love hearing what you have to say." a guy wouldn't just say that to say that. "don't be too hard on yourself, i know you'll figure everything out becuase you're you. you always know what to do." it couldn't have all been bullshit.

it can't have been bullshit.

because if that's all it was, then you're just a fool in love.

and fools in love are no better than clowns.

3 days, 14 hours, and 22 minutes.

you did what you hate doing. the thing that makes you want to scream into your pillow at the mere thought. the very thing that screams desperation and neediness and clinginess and insecurity all in one. you sent another message.

in the past, you've never had feelings strong enough to elicit such a response. your heart hasn't tied itself to another person's with a red satin bow. the fated string of fate hadn't found you yet. it allowed you to maintain a stable head and remain grounded with no hopes of love on your radar. you hadn't yet learned how to fly; until that day you met satoru and suddenly you had a hundred pilot lessons lined up day-after-day.

it was so easy being with him. everything was so easy.

for the first time ever you had no doubts. you weren't afraid of waking up one morning to find him gone. disappeared. nonexistent. you full-heartedly believed he'd never leave; and you believed he reciprocated those thoughts. now, though...now you may never know what bits and pieces he reciprocated— because your plane crashed. turbulence flew beneath the wings and drove the flight off course. the oxygen masks bellowed down upon the passengers, every seat being filled with your pounding heartbeats, and each and every one of them blew out of the window with no parachute. he didn't even try to cushion the fall.

4 days, 1 hour, and 39 minutes.

if there's one message you never expected to receive, it's surely 'seen 14 hours ago'.

you'd given him space and assumed he'd been busy with a million other things and hadn't had any time to send you a quick message. your last text wasn't even anything out of the ordinary, just a quick "are you okay?", you think that's pretty reasonable. it's reasonable, isn't it?

something could be seriously wrong with him. why else would he leave you on read? he's never done this before. usually, you're the one who's more distant between the two of you. that's how your relationship began, after all. he'd send five texts in comparison to your two; which later evolved into five rivaling five, and now to zero rivaling two. the scales have tipped. how do you rebalance them?

you trust satoru. there must be a perfectly good explanation for this odd irregularity that's occurring in your otherwise perfect relationship. after all, all of your friends love him— they think he's the greatest catch of the 21st century. he's never done anything in the past to warrant such strange behavior. this is simply a difficult week for him...and you'll be there whenever he's ready to vent.

5 days, 22 hours, and 7 minutes.

a broken heart isn't for the weak...but unfortunately, you're not one of the stronger warriors.

he's at another girl's birthday party. he hasn't messaged you back in almost six days...and he's with another girl? celebrating her? he could be holding her close and you wouldn't even know, because god knows he wouldn't tell you. he won't even say good morning anymore. he won't even answer your fucking three word message that you sent out of desperation and concern for his well being. instead, he's at the club with his friends, getting drunk and taking shots, having the time of his life; and you're sitting in your room watching his social media stories...believing that everything that went wrong is all your fault.

but it's not your fault.

it's not your fault you fell for someone like that.

someone like satoru gojo.

[pouringoutmythoyghtsbefore1drown]

Gojo Satoru training/growing up in the Gojo Clan.

None of this is cannon. It’s just an idea that won’t leave my mind.

Talisman:

Talismans that restricted him from accessing his technique were attached to his body via staples or sewed on etc.

At first it was to ‘prevent Gojo from harming others accidentally’ since a child with that much power would be insanely dangerous. Or at least that’s how they phrased it to him. Potentially, the Clan set up a situation so that Gojo (as a young kid) accidentally harmed someone he cared about as a mechanism to make him more willing to oblige and security for the future when he would be able to use infinity. This way, despite physically being able to prevent the attachment of the talisman, they could use the implanted fear for cooperation. (?)

Ultimately, it was just another way to exorcise control over Gojo.

He wouldn’t be able to fight back against the Gojo Clan with his techniques, rendering him a mere child which is easier to handle and control.

The talisman would be attached somewhere on his back so he wouldn’t be able to rip them off.

As time progressed and Gojo got older / more powerful (probably between ages 10 - 14) they would experiment with what they could restrict or enhance using the talisman. E.G. Increasing pain or damage received etc.

Even though Gojo didn’t know how to use RCT, they would always have one blocking RCT just in case. Maybe they wanted him to suffer or maybe they were training his pain tolerance.

By restricting his access to his Six Eyes, he had technically lost a sense. Meaning he was less aware of his surroundings and more on edge.

However, it did reduce the migraines his technique would give him.

The only thing preventing the Gojo Clan from engraving the seals/talisman scriptures onto his skin was the risk that it’d scar and Gojo would lose access to his techniques forever. They couldn’t do that because then he wouldn’t be the perfect weapon anymore. 🙄

Since he grew up being rigorously trained without his techniques, it meant that if he ever found himself in a situation where he couldn’t access them then he’d be fine (theoretically). It also made Gojo enjoy using his techniques so much and experimenting and learning how to use them in ways never seen before. It was something that went from being associated with punishment and pain to freedom. (yippee)

I had more to say but i forgot. Also my words were so inadequately expressed here i’m so sorry. brain moving too fast and there are only buzz words so typing it out in full sentences is quite hard lmao.

[seymustudios]

funny Headcannon I thought Gojo would definitely do,

anyway anyone got any good Gojo Fanfics that y'all can swing my way <3

[sticky-badger]

I just know this is on Gojos playlist somewhere 😭🩵 He is an 89' baby after all!

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[baepsays]

Satoru always finds stains all over his bedsheets and pillowcases while doing laundry. Pinks and browns and reds— all lip products. Stains of smudged up shape of lips, left on most of his beddings.

He looks at them and reminisces about; how he shoved your face in the pillow while giving you backshots, or when you had to cover your face with his pillow so his roommate wouldn't be able to hear your moans, or when you'd drool and thrash around and hide your face in the sheets when he'd eat you out.

One second he's looking blank at the marks and the next second he's shoving the sheets in his face and giggling into them like a school girl.

Yeah, he really likes doing laundry.

[suksatoru]

it takes you a handful of minutes before you notice satoru's head resting against your thigh. he's staring off into space. there's a barely noticeable pout on his lips that replaces his trademark grin, and he looks... dejected.

albeit a little clumsily, you slip out of your seat as quietly as you can and lower yourself onto the ground beside him. satoru perks up once he sees you next to him, and everyone else around you two converses noisily, oblivious to you two crouched under the table like little kids.

you give your boyfriend a curious tilt of your head, and he smiles sadly.

"hi there, pretty."

"hi. who are we hiding from?"

there's a flush to your cheeks that is entirely from the drinks you've had tonight. your eyes are a misty haze — and in your intoxicated state, you fail to notice satoru's thumb brush over the small, velvet box in his hand as he tucks it back into his pocket.

tonight had been the night satoru wanted to propose to you. he'd give himself at least a dozen pep talks between waking up and picking you up for your umpteenth date — then, he'd taken you to your favorite restaurant, a modest little place tucked into the outer edges of the city.

he thought it was perfect. despite all the extravagant things that came along with dating the satoru gojo, he wanted your proposal to be personal and special. just the two of you.

what he didn't expect was to run into all of your sorcerer friends and co-workers.

satoru supposes it is kind of his fault for not telling anyone about his plans to propose to you tonight. of course, he planned to tell everyone after you two were formally engaged, but he never considered the possibility that you two could run into others.

before he knew it, tables were being pushed together and chairs were being dragged around to make room for everyone else to join. shoko, suguru, and a few other of your co-workers had all finished up a late night mission and headed to the nearest restaurant — which inconveniently happened to be the one you and satoru were dining at.

"no one in particular," satoru finally says, trying his best to mask his disappointment with a dorky grin as he pokes your cheek.

you catch his hand, eyes squinting as you look closer at him.

"you look sad. is it because i ate your spinach dip?"

your boyfriend gasps, loudly and deeply offended by the accusation as you break out into a silly giggle, telling him to shush before everyone eating notices you two under the table.

"is food the only supposed source of my emotions?" satoru laughs, and you shrug with a slanted grin

"if the shoe fits."

"oh, you are asking for it, little miss—"

his hands find your sides, and you quickly cover your mouth to stifle your laughter as you squirm against him. eventually, shoko's head dips under the table, and her loud burst of laughter manages to distract satoru enough to allow you to pry yourself out of his grip.

"come on, satoru! you didn't even try the chocolate fudge cake yet. nanami accidentally ordered three, let's try and snag one to take home." you suggest with a grin, rising on wobbly legs from under the table and wiggling back into your seat as satoru follows

"ooo — quick! before utahime eats it all!"

his first attempt at proposing was a total fail. but, honestly, satoru can't even be mad. you had a great time tonight with him and all of your friends, so what's there to be disappointed about?

his next try will be better, he's sure of it. and maybeee somewhere on a remote island where the chances of running into anyone else was in the negatives.

in a few years, satoru's hopeful he'll be able to look back at this moment and laugh about it with you. so, he'll forget about the ring in his pocket for now and focus on the present — which was competing in the 'who can eat the most cake without barfing' competition against you.

spoiler alert: he ends up winning :P.... fatass <3

[gojoshooter]

Hiii! okay so I was wondering how you think Gojo would react to a sorcerer reader, who’s always kind of indifferent about what goes on in the jujutsu world (like just does not care, she’s there to do her job and go) genuinely asking him something like “So do you actually have six eyes or is that just like a nickname? Do you wear the blindfold to hide them or…?” maybe he could have a crush on her idk whatever you wanna do I just thought it would be a funny scenario - 🍰

hello 🍰 you still there? 😭 this took so late but enjoy bb!

Silly-six-eye Satoru!? hell yes

“or what? you thought they're joking or something, y/n?” he loves to mansplain his junior so fucking much.

oh how he enjoys your innocent doe eyes widening, trusting his words blindly... so adorable of you. “six... six eyes in a row?” you ask softly, round, curious pair of eyes looking up at his blindfolded ones.

“riiiight, six of them in a row, all aligned and waiting to be let free” he chuckles and tucks a couple fingers behind his black strap, acting as if he's about to take his blinds off

“N-NO!” you pull his hands away with a yank, making Gojo chortle like the jerk he is. Gojo watches you all timid, still holding his hands away from him so he doesn't reveal his 'horrifying six eyes'. He knew messing you up would be worth it.

And since then whenever he tries to approach you, you just sprint away 😭 he finds that super adorable

But eventually, one day he decides to sit you down cause he thinks he has troubled you enough for years worth teasing to come and so he removes his blindfolds. It's just so funny to him cause the way you braced yourself to encounter the biblically accurate gojo...

But man-o-man, now your crush is back and it's bigger than ever *wink wink*

A/N: i think i'm slowly starting to understand gojo cus there's no way he wouldn't take the chance to be an absolute skunk (to ppl he has an interest in)

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[peachsayshi]

satoru cries over every little thing his baby does. his eyes water when they clasp their tiny hand around his pinky. he sniffles when he listens to the newborn squeaks and hiccups. sheds a tear when his baby leaves those big open mouth kisses on his cheek, or tries to gnaw at the tip of his nose. such a precious thing trying to make sense of this big world, with the only understanding of the love they have for you and their father. and satoru loves, loves being a dad.

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ FROM THE DINING TABLE . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀呪術廻戦 ; gojo satoru x fem reader

⊹ ⠀⠀ is it possible to fall out of love? ...apparently so. (0.7k)

contains; exes, reader sees gojo w/ his new girlfriend, ur just the sad and lonely ex who can't get over him idk author's note; i am stressed and this is how im coping

it's been three months.

only three months since you and satoru broke things off. since satoru told you he lost feelings and could no longer string you along as you gazed at him with lovesick eyes etched in hearts; which were well deserved considering your relationship lasted a little over three years.

you loved him so much. no. you love him so much. you'll never stop loving him for as long as you can breathe, because who is he if not your soulmate? there's no one else that understands you, listens to you, and notices all of your ticks and little emotions that are blind to the common eye. satoru is the one that you're supposed to end up with; that you're supposed to marry as you walk down the aisle awaiting that bright smile he always flashed in your direction.

if you're supposed to marry satoru...

...why is he smiling at someone else?

"oh, shit." he finally notices your presence and it's somewhat insulting considering the market isn't too crowded. "hey, how've you been?"

his tone is almost condescending. why would he be asking that question? he should know that you're an absolute and complete mess over him. he should be an absolute and complete mess over you, too. you don't care that he claims to have fallen out of love. that's impossible. that's just something that happens in the movies; and if your life is anything like one of those cheesy romcoms— you desperately hope that you're not the character that gets their heart broken for the main lead.

"i'm okay." you lie. you're not okay. your heart is pounding at a rate that's so rapid you think you're about to pass out, thudding inside of your chest in its best attempt to leap from your body and land in satoru's open hands. now that you're noticing them, though, they're not open. they're firmly clasped to whoever this new stranger is. whoever his new girlfriend is. "who's this?"

he waves his hand dismissively. "don't worry about it." to which the girl giggles and leans into his side.

they're mocking you. you can't help but feel that way.

you can't help but feel your heart break into glass fragments that once were a stained glass mural of your love story. the images of him confessing his feelings after the snow melted in spring, whispering his love for you for the first time when summer began, and the promise ring he was so excited about giving you during your last holiday together, all clash to the ground— becoming incoherent memories that only you care to recall. it's clear that satoru is happily cementing new moments with this girl who's likely somewhat similar to you. she seems sweet and kind, and you hope that she escapes being strung along far sooner than you did.

"you look cute together." the smile on your face is clearly phony. he knows you well enough to be able to tell, and you're sure that she's able to understand, too.

"thank you!" she's so nice? why does he always go for nice girls? if you could take a guess, it's because he enjoys watching them fall for him...watching them give up their entire hearts for his love, only to shred them to pieces like receipt paper that he no longer cares to hold onto. what a monster.

...but you still love him.

"you're welcome." your reply is as genuine as you can fake it to be, and it's possible you've fooled her. you haven't fooled satoru, though. your ex is staring at you with knowing intent, seeing the bitterness in your soul that you hide from everyone else. "satoru, can we talk?"

please.

"what is there to talk about?" his laugh practically drowns you. you feel as if there's a weighted anchor attached to your ankle with a rope that's impossible to break apart with your bare hands. it's pulling you deeper and deeper into the depths of abyss, giggling as you struggle for air and water fills your lungs. the fish say hello. they watch as your lungs close in. they wave goodbye when your eyes finally close.

"forget i said anything."

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[yamsfrecklvs]

mmmm playing seven minutes in heaven with nerdjo and he gets hard just by looking at you as you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, and he could swear that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. his breath hitches when you inch closer and he doesn’t know what to do because he’s never been more turned on in his whole life and god he wants you. when your lips are on his, he wastes to time - his hands are roaming over your body, tongues meeting sloppily, your hands through his silky, snowy locks. every fiber of his being feels electric because of your touch, his glasses fogging up as you two make out. the second your hand grazes his chest, the other one slightly tugging on his hair, you can feel him pant on your lips - it takes so little to work him up, and as your fingers slowly trail down onto his stomach, satoru swears he can’t take it anymore. in fact, he doesn’t - he tries to pull away as he whines into your mouth.

embarrassingly loud and oh so sweetly pathetic.

you soon realize that making out with you alone was enough to make him cum. he looks down at you, his pretty sapphire eyes mortified, cheeks flushed and glasses crooked on his nose, as an amused grin creeps up on your lips. yes, this was satisfying - but it’s not nearly enough.

looks like you and satoru are going to be needing way more than seven minutes.

@yamsfrecklvs - this is not proofread i just needed a break from studying

[osaemu]

i love it when gojo turns off his infinity to let people touch him like ik it's cliche in fics atp but LEAVE ME ALONE IT'S SO CUTE

[arminsumi]

Bff!Satoru, who immediately tells every guy that asks about you "Nah, she's out of your league... but not mine."

Bff!Satoru, who denies having hidden feelings for you, ignoring the panging in his chest, "I was just joking."

Bff!Satoru, who claims to be joking around but also hotly presses his lips against your face and finds his way to your lips when he's high on the night air... but then promptly plays it off the next day.

Bff!Satoru who is the first to comment on your posts, especially on photos of you and him — and he stares smittenly into the pixels. Maybe sometimes kisses his screen, right over your lips.

Bff!Satoru who stands tall, 6'3, at your side, so close that people just assume he's your boyfriend.

[blubbduckies]

TiredHusabnd!Gojo x housewife!reader?

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TiredHusband!Gojo who comes home after many consecutive missions, heavy bags underneath his eyes.

TiredHusband!Gojo who slumps down on the couch, too tired to move yet waves you over to him, pulling you onto his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

TiredHusband!Gojo who seems to recharge just by breathing you in, heart speeding up at how you run your fingers through his soft hair.

TiredHusband!Gojo who snakes his arms around your waist, effectively locking you in place for hours.

TiredHusband!Gojo who somehow falls asleep in that awkward position, yet looks like he’s having the best sleep of his life.

TiredHusband!Gojo who wakes up to you making him a hearty congee for breakfast. One bite and he’s decided one thing for sure: he was NOT going on another mission for a long long time. The high ups could screw themselves.

TiredHusband!Gojo who spends all his time off helping his sweet wife around the house. For the “strongest” he seemed to be lacking at doing housework. Most of the time he’s just slacking off and staring lovingly at you or breaking plates.