#gojo hc

[gojoshooter]

Homesick Husband: Gojo Satoru

Pairing : unsealed!gojo x wife!y/n

A/N : here's my contribution to the return of our beefy gojo satoru's headcanons! enjoy ^^

WARNINGS : crying, established relationship

Unsealed!Gojo whose first thought after being released is to look for his wife

Unsealed!Gojo who forgets he has powers to teleport, running & stumbling his way home

Wife!y/n who just like the past eighteen days, sits on the dining table resting her head on it as gojo's plate of food get's colder

Unsealed!Gojo who runs his frantic hands all along your body for any sign of hurt or injury

Wife!y/n who mirrors his expression and action with reciprocated feelings

Unsealed!Gojo who pulls you a little too hard towards himself and feels your head bump into his chest

Wife!y/n throwing weak punches anywhere she can on gojo and biting on his biceps

Unsealed!Gojo whispering gentle sorries and promises to never leave again in your ears

Wife!y/n who after a good hour of sobbing into his husband's chest realizes just how buffier his body feels against her

Unsealed!Gojo who realizes his wife has only got skinnier and weaker

Wife!y/n who asks if he'd like his food reheated clearly unable to think how to act in the moment

Unsealed!Gojo who would shake his head with a chuckle as he sits on your seat placing you on his lap instead

Wife!y/n who's still crying so hard she can't chew on her food

Unsealed!Gojo who rubs your back gently and slowly reminding you to take it easy as he offers another spoonful

Wife!y/n refusing to eat anymore of it and burying her face in the crook of the man's neck, taking in the comforting scent she so longed for

Unsealed!Gojo who finishes both their plates with silent tears and a fast asleep wife in his lap

Wife!y/n who unconsciously clutchs the front of his black tshirt as he takes her to their room bridal style

Unsealed!Gojo who puts you and himself in your favourite couple pajamas ready for the bed

Wife!y/n who wakes up crying and shaking profusely in the middle of the night whisper shouting, "please s-satoru, don't be a dream" along her many incoherent words

Unsealed!Gojo who snuggles impossibly close to your fragile figure pressing long assuring kisses on your face and lips knowing they calm you down

Wife!y/n 's futile attempts at scooting away from her husband because this wouldn't have been how he expected her to react

Unsealed!Gojo who only brings your kicking legs together with his thighs, telling you to breathe from your nose before diving in for a particularly long kiss that doesn't end until you're sleep and sound...

A/N : n that's it! hope u liked it ^-^ likes & reblogs are appreciated ♡

Tags : @nanamikentoseyebags @maybekoya @luckimoon

[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.

[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.

[1-800-cybersaint]

gojo the kind of motherfucker to link his fingers behind his head and laugh out a "fuuuuck yeah, baby, just like that" as you choke and slobber all over his dick, looking down at you with hearts in his eyes

[asherheed]

words, how little they mean, when you're too late (pt. 2)

⚘ ‹ chapter index › pt. 1 pt. 2

⚘ ‹ featuring › gojo x reader

⚘ ‹ tags › cheating, angst with a happy ending, break ups, healing & moving on, gn!reader, slight nsfw (mdni)

⚘ ‹ word count › 1.4k

⚘ ‹ note › most of you wanted a part two and i am here to deliver. there will be no continuation after this. tysm for the love for my first fic on this hellsite <3

Gojo never meant for it to happen.

One moment he was there with you, planning your future together and thinking about proposing; but the second he saw her, his life spiraled out of control. Suddenly, touching you was no longer something he saw as sacred, but rather a means to convince you he still cared.

Guilt was an emotion he grew used to feeling. Each time he came home to your silent apartment after a night out with her, he tried to ignore it and put on the façade of being a loyal and loving boyfriend. He would try to hold you, cradling you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings to lure you in his scheme. You’d always looked small in his arms, and smaller in his expanding life with her.

He couldn’t bear the thought of coming home to you anymore. Not when perfection was simply one train ride away.

It became a routine for him. Until, it wasn’t.

The night you deserted him had left him haunted.

She’d been with him after another night out with the promise of a good fuck, already biting his neck, marking him as hers. His head was spinning as he took out his keys. Opening the door, he couldn’t have cared less if he’d slammed it shut. Not when she was grinding on his leg like that.

His mouth had found hers with purpose, biting and sucking her lips, searching for the same need he’d always acquired in her that was missing from you.

“Satoru, Satoru, ‘Toru.” She’d cried when his hand found their way under her dress. She grabbed his wrist, coyly pushing his hand away.

“Satoru, the door’s open.”

He was pretty sure it wasn’t. He followed her gaze to your bedroom, and couldn’t believe it.

He had dropped her from his grasp, storming into the room. Immediately, he noted how vacant it was, while dread filled his veins.

He immediately started searching for evidence of your presence, going through cabinets and drawers. He frantically looked for your favorite mug, the sweater you often left in the kitchen whenever you were immersed in your book, the small notes you left on the fridge, but found nothing.

“‘Toru?” His lover whispered amidst the silence. Her voice was an electric shock, while Gojo’s head clouded with the heaviness of his guilt. She’d touched his arm, pulling him in like she’d always done.

Her fingers trailed up his arms and he shivered, holding his breath. She repeated his name over and over, like a mantra to get him out of his head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He swallowed.

“I don’t want you to kiss me,” he’d said, thinking of where you’d gone. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

She pulled away and laughed.

“Don’t be silly, Satoru,” her smile was predatory, her eyes clouded with want and triumph. “If you didn’t want to, then why are you leaning in like you do?”

That night, she had fucked him like he was a prize she deserved. He remembered how her hands were barbed wire as she left marks on his body. He realized, when she molded her body against his, how filthy he felt underneath his skin. He felt like an avenue to fill her self-esteem, an opportunity to destroy yours, and it worked. It had already worked – this was just the beginning for him.

When morning came, she was there with him, wearing your favorite sweater, the one he’d given you, so you won’t miss him when he wasn’t around.

He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest as she climbed onto his lap and kissed him until the thought of you was a fleeting memory in his head.

It had been like that for months until she grew tired of Gojo’s remorse. It was a messy breakup or whatever he could call a relationship without a label or a solid foundation of trust. He’d drunk his sorrows away with Suguru, who only pursed his lips at the sight of Gojo laughing hysterically for ruining three years with you for five months of loveless fucking.

There were a lot of things Gojo could have changed if he could over the next couple of years, but the number one thing he wished he could was to work it out with you.

He’d attempted contacting you, tried visiting your parents' house (even when Suguru bluntly told him to “Fuck off.”), but you weren’t around each time.

No one told him where you were, how he could find you. He learned to accept his fate and the misery that came with his sorrow. He moved away from your apartment, quit his job, and built himself a new life by living away from Tokyo.

During his first week, he decided to explore the area to acquaint himself with his new surroundings. He bought himself multiple packs of strawberry daifuku. As he was walking, he caught sight of a café selling premium coffee jelly and made a beeline for it.

The smell of crêpes and coffee filled his senses as he stood in line, the sound of the crowded café calming his busy mind. As he scanned the menu from afar, familiar laughter made him stop and look away.

His breath hitched as he caught sight of you. You sat at the back of the café, your back turned away from him, but he’d know how you’d look anywhere. The memory of loving you was embedded in the back of his mind, and the yearning that came when you left him only solidified the recollection of your habits.

A book in hand, you smiled into your cup as you read. He wanted to come over and catch up. So many unanswered questions over the past few years resurfaced in his mind, but he stopped himself as your phone rang.

If your radiant smile earlier left him breathless, it was nothing compared to the one you’re showing now. He watched as you talked to the person on the phone with an ease he wasn’t used to seeing the last time he saw you, feeling his heart swell with jealousy as you laughed at whatever this person was telling you.

“Suguru!” You chastised playfully, and Gojo was stunned to silence. “I hope you’re kidding because there’s no way he’s around.”

Gojo waited with bated breath as Suguru responded, observing how you tensed all of a sudden. He almost wanted to show himself to you, wanting to know how you’d react, wanting desperately to see how much you’ve changed without him.

He wondered how you were able to cope with the loss of him, when he’d given you his all, some, and then none at all when you disappeared. He wondered how long Suguru had kept your whereabouts from him, how long you guys were together when he was coping with his misery, how could this happen—

“Suguru,” you spoke, suddenly coy, your ears turning pink, “is Shoko with you?”

When Suguru replied, you were beaming, your ears turning a shade darker. “Okay, okay. Thanks for everything, Suguru. I love you,” you snorted as he responded. “Obviously, she’s my girlfriend. I love her more, you idiot.”

You bid your goodbyes to Suguru, picking up your book; and before Gojo could come over, he was in front of the line.

“Anything I could get you, sir?” the cashier asked, almost impatiently.

He glanced at the menu, suddenly not hungry, then back at you. You were a vision, looking peaceful and radiant, that made him doubt his intentions. He never saw you this happy before. Maybe, back when he actually cared, you were this content with him, but he was too ungrateful to see it.

Was it worth rekindling your relationship when the indication that without him in your life, you were clearly happier?

Stifling a sigh, Gojo already had the answer.

He smiled at the cashier. “Yes, I’ll have a coffee jelly please to take out.”

When he got his order, Gojo took one glance at you, remembering you this way. He almost wished he had the audacity to talk to you, but he knew his place in your life now, and he was simply not in it; he was just someone you once loved and lost, the same way you are to him now.

Gojo stepped out of the café and headed to new beginnings.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

what are the guys reactions to being spoiled with a spa day, fave foods, etc?

ooo, interestinggg I like it. ok ok,

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna.

Satoru Gojo

Early in the relationship Gojo is apprehensive. 

He’s not used to being spoiled, he’s used to doing the spoiling. 

But, as he gets more comfortable with the relationship Gojo loves to be spoiled!

He’s babygirl god damn it, and he LOVES to be treated as such! 

Hell yea he wants to go get facials! Yes, lets get manicures, he wants his nails blue 💙

He comes home and you’re making his favorite food? What did he ever do to deserve you?

Now, of course he’s going to repay the favor. You give him a day all about him, he's going to give you a day all about you

But on his day he’s basking in it! 

Honestly it just makes him feel loved and wanted. Like, he can do all of this himself, but the thought of someone else wanting to spoil him is intoxicating for him

Being spoiled makes him feel like you actually listen to him and pay attention, because you have to to know how to spoil him! It means you actually want him for him

Does it make him a little bit emotional? Yes. It’s ok though because he can be vulnerable around you

His love language is gift giving and acts of service, ok? This literally sings to his love language

In conclusion: Yes, Spoil Gojo

Suguru Geto

“No no darling, let me cook for you!” “Let me put a face mask on you, you deserve it” “Let me paint your nails instead, that color looks better on you”

Suguru straight up won't let you spoil him. He’s going to spoil you first.

Genuinely, being showered with unending affection and love makes him feel a little bit uncomfortable. He thinks he doesn’t deserve it

So any of your attempts to spoil him, he’s going to take over to try and spoil you instead

And this DOES. NOT. CHANGE. Even late into the relationship. 

Even once he’s comfortable with you, and knows you love and cherish him. Then there's no need to spoil him because he knows you love him!

He still spoils you though because at this point it’s second nature to him and he thinks it's nice to remind you how much you mean to him.

Yes he knows he’s a hypocrite.

No he doesn’t care.

If you really want to spoil him, just spend time with him. It will honestly have the same effect on him, minus all the other feelings

And maybe make him a spotify playlist

Spoil him with music, that he will let slide.

I feel like so much of my Suguru characterization is rooted in the fact that he loves music but I CAN’T HELP IT!! He reminds me of So Many People I‘ve seen in the scene, I can’t see him as anything other that a music loving metal head LMAO

Kento Nanami

Nanami is not opposed to being spoiled but it has to be on his terms.

What I mean is like, It has to be in small doses so he doesn’t get overwhelmed, not a whole day of spoiling

And if it's something like a really expensive gift, he’d want to talk about it first. He’d rather not have a lot of surprises. 

If you can do that, He’d actually rather like being spoiled

I feel like it makes him feel appreciated

And for almost everything you do for him he does something to match is I promise you lol

Nanami is a caretaker at heart, but that doesn't mean he isn’t willing to be taken care of

The best way to spoil him is with food though

Nanami is a foodie, cook him his favorite meal and it would make him feel really really special

Or sharing a nice bottle of wine with him. That's another way to make him feel special and loved, spoiled if you will

Honestly I don’t think Nanami would necessarily crave or need to be spoiled

But I do think that he very much appreciates it and appreciates you

It just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

Ryomen Sukuna

Don’t. Don’t do it besties DON’T

Ryomen DOES NOT TRUST being spoiled, AT ALL

If he comes home and finds you cooking his favorite food, he’s going to assume you're poisoning him. “No, You can’t give me a facial, but I can give you one.” You ask to do his nails and he just holds up his black talons like “They’re already done.”

Sukuna has no idea how to love. He thinks love is possession, and as a wicked person he loves wickedly. What that means is everything comes with expectations when it comes to him, nothing is free.

So while you’re just trying to spoil him, he’s trying to find the catch. 

If you give him a gift he’s going to straight up ask “What do you want from me?” 

Back to the love is possession thing, He’s going to think you’re trying to possess him and he is not a fan of that. He owns you! Not the other way around!

He will honestly probably straight up tell you to stop LMAOOO. 

Does he want you to return his affections? Yes absolutely, You would want your pet to behave too. But actively trying to spoil him and bathe him in material affection is not going to do it for him, LMAO

He just reacts so badly. Like, have you ever tried to pet a feral cat? It doesn’t end well. Being spoiled just feels so opposed to his soul.

He’s tried his hand at spoiling you before and found he was actually quite good at it, ngl. Where his words fall short often his small actions and gifts speak louder. But He only really tries to spoil you when he’s trying to apologize for some wrong. If you spoil him, He’s going to think you wronged him somehow my guy 

The best way you can spoil him is by spending time with him. Just being around him and indulging in his, honestly much quieter version of love, that’s as close as you’re getting to spoiling him

Oh, that and just like, indulging him in sexy times, but THAT My dear reader is a set of headcanons for another day!!

[starrybunnyarchive]

sensei's reaction when you're sitting onto his lap

they're distracted, so you have the perfect opportunity.

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Gojo Satoru, Hatake Kakashi, Ukai Keishin.

Warning: kinda suggestive

sometimes he has lots of paperwork even when he's home. so, Aizawa was almost done with it when you decided to slide yourself between his arms, making yourself comfortable on his lap. he got paralyzed. it took him few seconds to realize what was going on. smirking, he kissed your cheek, holding you with one arm, and said “fine, i'll give you cuddles as soon as finish here. but, stay still, make me some company.” allowing you to be on his lap until he's done.

he's obsessed with his books, you constantly see Kakashi reading Icha Icha. once, he was chilling, reading, when you had this idea. without being suspicious, you approached him, climbing on him, until you were finally on his lap. almost immediately, he put the book away, laying you on the bed and getting on top of you. surprised by him, you said “but what about your book? you were so concentrated.” and then, he took off his mask, kissing you, saying “i found something much better that needs my attention.”

he was in the middle of an important phonecall when you saw the perfect opportunity to have your revenge for all the times Gojo teased you in public. “mon bebe what are you doing?!” he whispered, covering the phone with his free hand, while you were trying to get on his lap. you finally managed to do it and started to tease him, grinding. but when you saw him trying so hard not to make any noise, you stopped, just lying you head on his shoulder, running your hand on his chest. the very moment the call ended, he grabbed your cheeks, bringing your face close to his, saying “now, let's continue this thing you started.”

you and Keishin were gossiping in his store. was almost end of business hour and you both were about to go out and have some time together. suddenly, you had this idea and approached him, sitting on his lap. surprised by your actions, he grabbed your waist so you couldn't fall and looked around kinda concerned, saying “princess, what are you doing? we're still open, someone can catch us.” his smile showing he was enjoying it despite the danger. you gave him a slow kiss and left his lap, saying “okay, let's save this for late.”

[seymustudios]

funny Headcannon I thought Gojo would definitely do,

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

[stillalittlelostngl]

Academic Rivals to Lovers(ish) - Gojo/Reader HCs

Inspired by the below tweet - didn't mention reader crying here but ya that probably ended up happening at some point lol. Are these HCs or just the outline of a story? Is there really a difference?

Also - I only had one lab in college that I always skipped so idk how those things go down and i only have the stories my friends would tell me to go off of. so there's that disclaimer. Also gojo is kinda classist

Being a first gen college student meant that you probably took your just a tad more seriously than your peers. You had your family counting on you to do well after all - for as long as you could remember your family had stressed the importance of academic success. They had been obsessed with the idea of you being the first in the family of blue collar working class folk to get into university and become a doctor or a lawyer or some paper pusher in an office. Hell they didn’t even complain when you said you might be interested in majoring in studio art or theater. They didn’t particularly care what you decided to study when you got there - they were just concerned with you getting in and doing well in whatever you studied. You didn’t entirely understand their insistence but it meant a lot to them and so it meant a lot to you by extension and you’d do your best to make them proud. 

You first noticed Gojo at orientation. You hadn’t learned much about him outside of him being some spoiled legacy student who had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth and a family who had sent him to the best boarding schools money could buy. The jealousy had stung ngl - how was it fair that everything in life was handed to him while you and your parents were working double shifts to pay your tuition because the scholarships would never cover as much as the university was asking for

You didn’t think much of him. He came off as a loud and haughty air head and you just didn’t have time to entertain that sorta thing. 

Truthfully Gojo probably doesn’t even remember this first meeting - your face blended in with the rest of the incoming freshman class so easily and he’d never seen or heard your name before in his circle so you must not have been all that important 

Ultimately you decided to major in a pretty competitive field. The upperclassmen had told you horror stories about students fighting over internships and jobs in the labs, trying to sabotage each other's grades, cheating, etc. etc. It was a dog eat dog world you were entering but you had faith you could survive 4 years. They’d be over and done before you noticed.

Boy had you been wrong. The upperclassmen had been very tame with their description of what the next few years of your life would look like tbh. Countless sleepless nights filled with study sessions, researching and writing essays along with the cattiness of the student body that was constantly at each other’s throats and kissing professors’ asses to try and get ahead. You had put a target on your back after the first test was handed back - your peers had been pissed because by getting a perfect score on the test the teacher decided to not curve it. The one who seemed the most annoyed by this had been Gojo and he never let you forget it.

Honestly Gojo was pissed that someone was better than him at something - even if it was just one test during his first semester of uni. He was used to being on top and to be bested by someone like you left a sour taste in his mouth.

He couldn’t understand how you did it. Half the stuff on that test hadn’t even been discussed in class - this teacher was notorious for being difficult and not that good of a teacher so the class always relied on there being a curve. When he got his piss poor grade back he had been furious. It wasn’t as bad as some of his other classmates but it wasn’t the best. When he learned it was your fault he had that grade he became a man obsessed.

He had begun asking others about you that day and learned everything he could. Your background, your schedule, your study habits, what dorm you stayed in - he wanted to know all of it in hopes of cracking the code of how you bested him.

When he still couldn’t figure it out he tried approaching you - maybe you had an older student give you answers to all the tests for that class and perhaps you’d be generous enough to share.

“Oh well something the professor said during the lecture got me thinking so I kinda fell down a google rabbit hole to see what I could find. Just got lucky that it was on the test i guess”

And Gojo was pissed. Of course it had just been luck that allowed you to get the better of him. He wanted to laugh at himself for ever thinking differently. When you grades continued to go head to head with his each time assignments and tests came back he had to accept that maybe it wasn’t just luck 

The two of you became a source of entertainment to your classmates. They would make bets on which one of you would score higher. Gojo would do nothing but encourage it. Anytime he managed to get the top score he’d make sure to shoot you an irritating smirk and offer some faux condolences with a “maybe next time”. It never failed to get under your skin.

It was like everything he did was to try and annoy you. Hell even his appearance was enough to piss you off. Of course he's the type to wear sunglasses indoors - what a pretentious asshole. You usually didn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he bothered you but your friends would sure hear an earful of whatever it did that got you wound up on any given day. 

When the both of you had been paired as lab partners you were convinced you must've pissed off some deity in a past life or something. You couldn't imagine a worse fate than having to sit next to him for at least an hour every week. The lab required cooperation and while initially you had tried to spearhead the whole operation Gojo wasn’t about to take that sitting down.

It all came to a head one day when he was trying to tell you what you were doing wrong for an experiment (you weren’t doing anything wrong tbh he just wanted to see you get worked up)

“Look, if you have such an issue with me I can just ask the professor to assign us different partners. I’m not going to keep going back and forth with you like this.”

“I don’t have an issue with you - who said I had an issue with you?” 

“Please, since day one you judged me and have been acting like I’m too stupid to be here - you think I don’t hear what you and your little friends have been saying?”

Gojo wanted to deny it but knew you were right on the money. After that first test came back he had been so wrapped up in his anger that he said some…less than savory things about you to his friends and a few others who had been hanging around them. He knew folks talked but hadn’t expected it to get back to you. He isn’t sure why it felt like his stomach dropped when he found out you knew though. 

“Despite all your efforts to look down on me from your little pedestal I’m still doing just as good as you are. You being an asshole isn’t going to change that.” 

You left shortly after - uncaring if it meant you’d do poorly on the graded lab but you couldn’t stand to be there around him anymore. He could have this win if it meant you wouldn’t have to be stuck in his presence for a moment longer. 

Gojo’s a pretty out of touch guy so you confronting him kinda sparked some introspection on his end (or about as much introspection as he’s capable of). The following days had him acting differently - a bit quieter than normal and he would discourage classmates from making bets or egging you on with the little competition the two of you had going. You almost felt bad - maybe calling him an asshole was taking it too far? It’s not like you hadn’t spoken shit about him to your friends either after all. 

You were dreading the next lab. In all your other classes you could avoid him and sit on opposite sides of the lecture hall. The lab would have you forced to interact for at least 60 minutes and you could only imagine how awful that was going to go. 

You were surprised when he started the lab off with an apology - in the few years you had somewhat known him you’d never known him to be one to apologize to anyone and you’d never dream he’d be apologizing to you of all people. 

He doesn’t go into heavy detail any you don’t ask him to but you learn that he’s also under a lot of pressure from his family. Everyone in his immediate and extended family have gone on to do great things and his family is constantly pressing him to do even better than they did - he got caught up and ended up taking his frustration out on you. 

You find yourself apologizing too. You had been judgemental of him from the start too and played into the competition more than you’d like to admit. 

The lab had gone on pretty smoothly after that - you two were one of the first groups done since you weren’t bickering between each other. As you were packing up to leave Gojo asked if you’d like to study with him sometime for an upcoming final. You were a bit nervous about it but accepted anyways, excited that the two of you were turning over a new leaf and wondering where exactly this would go 

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in thee nsfw version y'all fucked in the study room like the depraved folks y'all are idk

[rachi-roo]

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

[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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[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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[peachsayshi]

☾ and ♡ headcanon for Gojo ❤️‍🔥

☾ - sleep headcanon

it's fascinating watching gojo sleep; he's the strongest sorcerer alive and yet he looks so vulnerable once he closes his eyes. there is no tension in his expression, no cocky grins or silly looks - and it only highlights every perfect feature on his already handsome face. sometimes you catch him scrunching up his brows or feel him grip onto your waist tightly as if something snuck up on him in his dreams that scared him. during these moments where he tenses up, you don't know that he quickly relaxes because he knows that you're there by his side and it just reminds him that everything is okay. satoru really loves holding you when he sleeps - he's been alone for so long and never realized how calming it would be to have the warmth of another person close to his chest.

♡ - romantic headcanon

it's almost funny how terrible satoru may appear as a boyfriend because of his busy and hectic lifestyle, but that doesn't interfere with just how much he cares about you. the man pays such close attention to everything you do and say. he remembers the smallest details from conversations you've had months ago, and can easily list out all your likes and dislikes without making a single mistake. he'll ask if you've done something different to your hair, even if the only change was a small trim. he'll take a deep inhale along the column of your neck whenever you switch to a new perfume brand and it always surprises you once he points it out. the man does not miss, and it truly just emphasizes how much you mean to him.

put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.

[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

[the-multi-fandom-trash]

your version of gojo satoru is a flirt and a total suave guy (love it, i always eat that up)

BUT my version of Gojo Satoru is that he can’t flirt for shit, he acts cocky and mr-know-it-all when someone is flirting with him but you can absolutely see how his hand shakes when he picks up to drink his juice because he didn’t know what to do and you can see the oncoming blush appearing on his cheeks like a virgin (it’s because he is, i just hc him a virgin because its funny)

[docosahexaenoic-san]

Lmao got this txt and my sister said " Gojo "

I have not stopped cracking up about it since