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sapphireandange · 7 days

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♡ The first blossoms

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Pairing: gojo x artist!reader

Synopsis: even though you try to deny the butterflies in your stomach and the overall increasing heat in your cheeks, somehow or the other way, gojo enters your heart and steals it, making you realise the very essence of falling in love

Author's note: here is part 2, of summer rain but it can be as alone as itself. I hope you enjoy this shojo-esque fluff of gojo 🫶🥹

Tags: @zurakoofgintama

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The tiny pink petals of cherry blossoms were scattered all around the road. The birds were chirping, the chatter of people and the lush breeze swayed the trees. A classic spring, and your hands just wanted to capture all the essence of this spring, this particular spring only.

"Yo!" A small tap on your shoulder made you snap your head behind to see at the tall figure. Satoru Gojo, your classmate, or that's what you convinced yourself. Roses bloomed behind his back, or that's your imagination going wild.

"Oh hey" you shyly said, trying to stop your thumping heart. He walked off with a polite smile and trailed off to his friends. Ever since that day in the art room, you can't shake him out your head, he is that one guy that kept running circles over circles in your Brain.

You believe yourself To be a person to not be involved much in romance or love in itself. You are satisfied in your daily dosage of romance through shojo manga and that was able to give you a clear image of love, or so you thought

This stupid tall guy, with silky platinum hair, cobalt blue eyes, sharp jawline, toned body and a silky voice had to ruin it all. You blamed him for making you feel such warm feelings. Why. Did. He. Had. To. Be. So. Damn. Gorgeous?

Snap! The graphite of the pencil snapped as you pressed it too firmly on the blank canvas. Damn this gorgeous guy! Always making matters so bad for you and appearing in your daydreams!

"Yohoooo!" Oh lord, it's that guy! That guy running in your dreams. You quickly peered through the door and stared at him. He smirked and looked at the palette in your hand.

"What you drawing?" He asked with a kind smile. "Hmm I haven't started yet, need some motivation" you stared at the rough graphite sketch. "Mannn, rough for you I see. Don't you have friends?" The graphite again snapped and you said in mild annoyance "Well, i do have, but they are doing their own work as well"

Gojo peered through the canvas by sliding his glasses up and resting it on his hair. He chuckled and said causally "Geez ahah, wanna grab a bite at the cafeteria? You know what they say, you can't function with food" HIS lagoon blue eyes glistened in the faint light of the room, and lord did his eyes looked ever so gorgeous, telling stories of its own

You stared at him and asked, "Hmm, why so? I mean, do you have any favours you wanna get out of me?" You had to be cautious. People often bribed or pleaded you to draw for them, may it be projects or love letters, and you wanted to stop your stupid damn heart from doing somersault, or from breaking it

"Well, I have seen you from time to time, and you seem really talented! But you are often stuck in this godforsaken art room, so I never really got the chance to properly know you" Your eyes widened in hysteria. He wanted to know you? Your cheeks blazed in red and you just wanted to scream

"You already know me, no need to be cautious" He cheekily grinned and extended his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand nervously. His hand looked untainted against your graphite filled hands.

He urged for you to get up by gently tugging your hand. Confused, you just stared at him. He pulled your hand with force and you got up ever so suddenly, struggling to keep balance. He held your hips with his other hand, stablising you while the other hand held your palm firmly. Your face landed on his firm chest.

One. Breath in. Two. Breath out. Your heart was pounding crazily. Madly even. You face was dusted in pink, and you just wanted this moment to never end. His firm but gentle hold, his scent, his voice, everything about him, you just wanted to store in permanently in your head.

"You okay?" He asked with a playful smirk. You shyly nodded, withdrawing your hand ever so slowly from his. You weren't even able to look at him in the eyes. You hoped he didn't notice your pounding heart.

Does this guy ever heard of a thing called personal space? "They are selling the limited edition chocolate cake, wanna grab some?" He cheekily asked.

"Oh yeah ahah" You awkwardly stared at the surroundings, trying to calm down your heart. "I really wanna get the limited chocolate cake today! They always are sold out before I even arrive there" He sulked and adjusted his glasses from his hair and put it back on his face. You giggled softly.

"Hey! It's not a matter of laughing, I am in pain" He dramatically placed his hand Over his chest and sighed. You giggled, what a drama queen. He glanced at you and saw your giggling face. He looked at you as if you were sunshine itself embodied. He snickered and looked ahead, avoiding the strange feeling in his stomach.

You both reached the cafeteria, and went towards the counter. There was a crowd of people and gojo instinctively held your hand tightly. "We are gonna get the cake no matter what!" He said with determination.

You were too dazed by the firm grasp of his hand. You wanted to feel his touch forever and ever. He really wanted to get the chocolate cake, so why not help him with it?

Dragging his arm firmly, putting your badge of honour of fighting with old women in the time of sales, you pushed through the crowd. You gripped his hand tightly so that he won't get lost. He simply let himself be dragged by you, after all, you knew the best.

With a couple "excuse mes, sorry, coming through", you both reached the counter with great difficulty. The lunch lady stared at both of you and chuckled, "limited chocolate cake?" You both aggressively nodded, so much so your heads would bounce off.

She chuckled and handed you both a small box of chocolate cake. "You are both lucky, cause this was the last box available" you both looked at each other and smiled gleefully. Finally, the efforts had paid off!

You reached out from your pocket to pay up, but gojo immediately grabbed your wrist and stopped you from paying. He slided some notes to the lunch lady and chuckled "you have done a lot already, let me pay" you blushed from the contact and quickly pulled your hand off from his grasp.

After grabbing the box, gojo leads you to his two friends, namely suguru and shoko. "Guys, this is the artist that I wanted to introduce to y'all" They both greeted you and introduced themselves.

You sat besides gojo and opened the chocolate box. "Ooh you finally got the limited Cake?" Shoko asked. Gojo replied with a grin. "Yes ahah you bet I did. It's all thanks to my artist" He said as he ruffled your hair. You pouted and withdrew his hand in mock annoyance. Gojo spread out a cheeky grin. Suguru and shoko looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

Shoko cut the cake into four bits and distributed it. Gojo got his plate and took a spoonful of it. He brought the spoon to your mouth. You stared at him in confusion.

Gojo pouted and brought the spoon near to your lips "EAT IT! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME THE CAKE!" He said as he put brought his thumb near to your lips and parted them. He was so close. You parted your lips and opened your mouth slightly, while gojo fed you the cake. You chewed on it, but it wasn't the cake taste that was bothering you, but it was gojo's actions that was making your heart stir in a tsunami.

And on top of that, he ate the cake with the same spoon that he fed you. Your gaze lowered down to your slice of cake and your mind short circuited with the amount of blood rushing through your Brain, heating your whole body up.

"Yo, why you so red? Do you have fever?" Gojo asked, if only he knew how much he was the reason for your love fever. You ate your cake silently, listening to the conversations geto and gojo were having.

After finishing the cake, you were about to leave, that when suddenly, gojo said, "yo, you can always join us whenever you want. I had fun with you today" and he smiled, a genuine smile, not some cheeky or playful smile but a smile that was ever so radiant and kind. You nodded shyly and walked off, without saying a word.

You entered the art room and stared at your blank canvas, the rough sketch that you made earlier. You erased it and started sketching.

But all you had in mind was gojo, gojo and gojo. You couldn't help how much this man was enveloping your mind. You smiled. Today was a good day.

His smile, his laughter, his casual gestures, his caring nature, his voice, the love for sweets, the ever so firm hands and most of all, his cerulean blue eyes, the very beautiful eyes that stole your heart.

You laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling, clutching your palette and pencils. Oh god, you were in love, madly in love with gojo satoru.

A ladybug landed upon your canvas and you stared at its tiny form. It fluttered off and you stared at your canvas. You watched out the window and stared at the cherry blossoms. They fluttered down to the window sill. You knew what you wanted to paint today

And after that, life started to fill up with cherry blossoms in your heart and roses in your soul. Maybe life isn't so boring after all.

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4dtk · 2 years

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author’s notes: basically, you ask gojo for... an out-of-this-world experience. not sure if anyone’s done this on tumblr but i read like one on ao3 i think, and i wanted to try writing this plot too 😋

warnings: smut, dom!gojo, sub!reader, afab!reader, size kink, gojo fucks you in his domain, foreplay, fingering, reader doesn’t have control over their body, bit of degradation, praise, pet names, pussy slaps, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, breeding/creampie, multiple orgasms, brief handjob, finger sucking, n*sfw under the cut

word count: 2k

“you want him… to do what?” shoko usually loves your hangouts after hours, especially after being cooped up in the operating room healing sorcerers and telling yuji not to bust his knuckles again. but sometimes, she might need to stock up on alone time.

(“i want him to… y’know,” you swallow the lump in your throat, voice quiet, “fuck me in his domain.”)

“i just– it’s embarrassing to admit, why’d you ask me to say it again?” you bit your lip, glancing up at her from the rim of the wine glass. truth be told, you were a little tipsy, eager to let go of the stress from the week’s work. that tipsiness came at a cost, which meant your secrets would be all out for your friend to hear.

“it’s a surprise he hadn’t already done it, if you’re asking me,” you tip your glass towards her, agreeing.

“but i just feel weird bringing it up to him.”

shoko has just a little bit of surprise shown on her face, “and you’re telling me this like you’re not the same whore that’s fucked in his office and before meetings?”

your jaw drops in feigned shock, slapping her on the arm, “shoko! just–”

shoko just grins, “he’ll be thrilled if you bring it up, i’m sure. i’m positive he’s thought of it before.”

“you think so?” frowning, you chug the last contents out of your glass, setting it down with a new resolution. with the alcohol in your system, it gives you a bit of confidence to bring up the topic, bidding goodbye to shoko as she gets back to the boring reports while you’re pumped up to make your way to your boyfriend’s office.

before you can even script out your question, someone’s leaning coolly against the walls with a smirk — a smirk that you’d recognise anywhere, on your hair, against your skin. it’s somehow even more attractive today because he knows what he’s heard, yanked to his side and pushed against the wall.

“hi, princess,” you roll your eyes at gojo, unable to hide the way his words affect you as you rub your thighs together. naturally, your hands press against his chest. “care to tell me about that little request of yours?”

you pout as the sorcerer plays with your hair, a teasing look covered by the blindfold, “didn’t you already hear it from my mouth earlier?”

“i didn’t quite catch it, baby,” gojo hovers just above your lips, the hand that was on your hair and hips travelling right down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. he knows about your weaknesses — how the pet names flow effortlessly from his mouth to the way his large hands cover your body easily.

you’re staring up at him in a daze, the dull ache in your core making it more and more difficult to focus. “maybe you need a better environment?” gojo captures your gasp with his lips, distracting you from the journey from school to condominium in a blink of an eye that you have to adjust to the darkness of his home for a few.

“i want you to–” you swallow, used to asking for it yet still shying away from using the lewd words, “i want you to fuck me.”

“s’that all you want?” gojo’s shit-eating grin is sickening, and you know he enjoys teasing you. even with gojo’s confidence, he’s also had to compose himself outside shoko’s office after hearing you mutter the words. he know how overstimulating it would be for you, and the fact that you’d give up all senses just for some dick (his dick, in fact) drives him crazy.

gojo’s breath fans against your lips when he slips a hand under your shirt, already feeling the warmness of your body and your pebbled nipples, all from his words and the tension between you. you look so small looking up at him that it takes everything in him not to lose control. he’s never really been good at that since day one.

“n-no, that’s not all,” you whimper in relief, feeling pressure against your clit from the other’s exploring hand. it slips past your pants and into your underwear, pressing so suddenly that it sends a shiver down your spine. “i want you to fuck me, satoru. in– uhm, in your infinite void. in your domain.”

once the words leave your mouth, his hands stop and you hope you hadn’t shocked him past the point of mobility, but that moment of surprise finally registers and translates into lust that he backs you into the spacious couch. gojo practically rips your shirt from your body and removes your pants, tugging down your bra to latch his mouth onto your nipples while his hand resumes his ministrations on your cunt.

“satoru! fuck–” your moans spur him on, finger moving in time with the tongue that sucks on your tits, prepping you for the ride of your life. the pleasure makes you squeeze his hand that’s deep in your panties, and he can’t wait for it to be his cock.

“you had no business looking like a needy little slut asking to be fucked in my domain,” gojo mumbles against your chest, blindfold gone and need in his eyes, “but that’s all you are, aren’t you?”

you catch a hint of a smile on your boyfriend’s face, giving one of your own as your knee bends to nudge him in the crotch. he hisses, already half hard, and your little game of teasing continues when he shoves a finger in your wet hole, prompting a sudden mewl from you. “so wet, only from kissing.” he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second one that’s already increased in pace.

gojo sucks on your neck, hard, cock straining in his pants from how beautiful you sounded at his mercy. the way you sucked his fingers in could leave him hypnotised for days, but he has bigger matters on his hands that soon enough, his fingers came to an abrupt stop.

gojo grins when you whine, grabby hands barely grasping at him to continue, “why’d you stop?”

“i’ll need to make sure you’re okay with this, princess.” he shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing another whine when he removes his fingers from your pussy. gojo presses his fingers against your lips, his own separated by the soaked digits. “your dripping cunt says otherwise, but consent still matters.”

your heart swells at his chivalry even knowing how desperate you are to get railed, proceeding to wrap his arms around you and your legs around his while he crosses his fingers once you give him the green light.

“domain expansion: infinite void,” even that one sentence gives you chills, still able to function within gojo’s infinity around you, but everything is quiet, your skin is prickling and you feel like you want to faint. you’re on a high from the information overload that all you can do is look around his domain and fail to realise his hard cock, gasping when you feel him pull your undies to the side and drag his tip along your cunt.

“just, shit–” you cry out at the delicious stretch you’ve missed, moans echoing in the domain when he bottoms out. “fuck me already!”

“with pleasure, baby.” gojo grunts out, unsheathing his fat cock and thrusting right back in that has your body shivering. you’re limp with the way he manhandles you, hands on your ass, hips moving on their own accord, simply a fuckdoll for gojo to ram into. “you’re so tight, fuck!”

you want to do something, anything, pull at his hair and grind down onto his shaft but gojo’s and the domain’s grip on you renders you inmobile, settling for whining at the immense pleasure while begging for more, more, more. your hand barely reaches his, bringing it to your clit while he continues to abuse your poor cunt.

“oh my g-god, please, please, please! i’m gonna–” you’re sobbing when satoru rubs at your clit that matches his thrusts, the added stimulation making your stomach tighten unexpectedly. you don’t have time to warn him, clenching down hard onto gojo’s dick with his name muttered until he’s groaning out your name, too.

“princess, you’re sucking me in– f-fuck…” your walls feel so good around his cock that he can’t stop even as your orgasm rushes through, soaking his cock with your juices while you stain his ears with your moans. it provides as lube, the slickness of your cum resonating throughout the domain. there’s nothing but skin slapping and profanities and a squeal when you’re turned around. against his will, he slips out of your cunt, earning incessant whines from you, eager to see your hole clenching around nothing.

he laughs at the sight and brings a leg up to land a few slaps against your pussy. you jerk from the motion, mewling at the empty feeling that his cock left. you say one thing yet your cunt begs for another. “satoru! mmf– i c-can’t–! s’too much!”

“you can, sweetheart. w-weren’t you, shit, the one begging to be fucked earlier?” satoru wishes he had his fucking phone with him, but settles for one more look before he prods your folds with his leaking tip. “you can do it, baby. give me one more.” he pushes down on your lower back, filthy words continuing to leave his mouth as he eases you onto his cock. obsessed with how his cock moves in and out of you, not sure that he can last any longer.

“your pussy’s taking me like a champ! atta girl,” he’s drunk on the way you wrap tightly around him, the squelching noises of your wet pussy and the white ring of cum you’ve left at the base of his cock. his body starts to ache, but it only drives him to chase his high more if it means hearing you whine and babble.

“it’s t-too big! sato–” your jaw goes slack when he starts rubbing at your clit, body hanging forward like a puppet as he pounds into you.

“cum for me, slut.” and you obey like that, body convulsing as a second orgasm crashes down on you. it feels like fucking heaven, the sensation travelling throughout your whole body that your thighs start trembling and eyes start rolling back. gojo is close behind, groaning and rutting into you with no care in the world.

“fuck, i’m going to fill you up. are you gonna take my cum like a good girl?” you’re overstimulated to the brim but you’re still able to nod and moan like a whore once he shoots his load deep inside you. nothing can compare to the feeling of gojo staying sheathed in your pretty little cunt to make sure you take every drop, to make sure you feel him paint your walls white.

“s-shit– that’s it, yeah, take my cum,” satoru pulls you up from the chest, wrapping an arm around your neck in a full nelson stuffing his cum into your hole while you yelp at the familiar feeling. you stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company as you calm down before he starts to deactivate his domain.

control comes over your limbs, slumping into gojo’s arms with a whimper.

“you okay?” gojo asks, concern laced within his tone. his hands brushes away the sweat-filled strands that stick to your head.

you grin giddily, pulling his hand from your clit, soaked in your juices. you look him in the eyes and put his fingers in your mouth, since you’re not quite done yet. you suck like it’s his cock and the other can’t take his eyes off of your mouth, groaning when your hand starts to stroke his half-hard erection.

“peachy.”

ure a whore for reading this. but then so am i for writing it. love and reblogs appreciated <3

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greycaelum · 2 years

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hello grey! congrats on your new 1000 followers! 🥳 i’m so happy and I really want to join your event! I will be picking no. 80 “waking them up” and no. 85 “late 3 am conversation” ^__^

I hope your event would be successful grey! me, kouki, saika and satoru are so proud of you for reaching 1000 followers! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა let’s reach more in the future!

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

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Request 80 & 85: [ List is here ]

waking them up & late 3 am conversations

Notes & Warning hurt/comfort, fluff , Word Count: 1.9k

"Hi! Thank you so much for joining! And I love your choice combination, it has been so fun to write about it. Yeyy!" —Grey,

Shattered Perfection

Satoru has nights when his body is begging to sleep but his mind refuses to cooperate. One of the backlashes having a 24/7 voluntary ocular jujutsu governing the process of his brain.

Tonight is one of those, it's already dawn to be exact and he lays awake, eyes opened to the darkness of his sleeping mask. Satoru is torn between leaving the comforts of his soft pillow and go for a run or waking you up to tell him anything interesting until he doze off.

A toss to his left... Pulling the blanket off, he tosses to his right.

He tried counting the adorable ugly stuff toy Principal Yaga has made and counted the times he beat Megumi's ass in the training. Nothing seems to work.

So with great hesitance that doesn't fit the whimsical Gojo Satoru, he reaches for the hem of your pajama sleeve and tugs on it.

"Mochi..."

Tug, tug

You didn't move an inch from your side of the bed. Satoru retracted his fingers, feeling foolish for disturbing your sleep just because he can't sleep. He's not a fucking six-year-old who needs tucking to bed. But if only you would cuddle and scratch his head...

Scratching the back of his head, he blew out a frustrated breath. Maybe he should go for a run.

"Mochi..." Satoru turned to his side to face your sleeping face. He pulls off his sleeping mask, squinting from the darkness of the room but his perfect vision unveils your sleeping face clear as day to his eyes.

He winces upon seeing the forming dark bags under your eyes. Those are from staying up late for weeks straight to wait on him. These days, Satoru's work piled up, he comes home around late at night or midnight. He feels really happy whenever you come to the genkan, rubbing your eyes and hugging him as a welcome home from the exhausting day, yet at the same time, his heart twinge in guilt for having you stay awake just because of him.

"I can't sleep," he murmured quietly while staring into your face, his hand searches for yours and wrap his callous palm over your dainty ones. "Nobara told me she doesn't understand why someone like you would fall in love with me."

His feisty student has always questioned that for some time now and he never really minded it until now.

The sense of cold and foreboding sentimentality that 3 am brings opens the vault of thoughts that Satoru pushes beside. The urge to talk with you is unbearable, even if he needs to settle talking to your sleeping self, that's okay... He just really needs to tell someone the thoughts that keeps making him mushy and restless.

"You know, I also don't know the answer. Sure I'm handsome," he chuckled sadly. Felt hopeless to talk to a sleeping lady but he'd rather stay right here than go out. "But there are men more handsome than me. Smart... I'm very smart too but that is my knowledge of the Jujutsu. But hey, at least I know all kinds of poison, I'm smart in Science and Physics. You know I suck at Algebra. Then maybe my personality? You always say that my humor always makes you confused about whether to smother me or punch me. But Mochi... I know I have a bad personality that drives everyone crazy. I guess that's part of my charms huh?"

The pad of his thumb brushes your knuckles, and your soft, cold hands contrast with his rough, warm ones. It's when he's all by himself with no work to distract him that these ideas catch up and weigh him down.

"But, I don't really know what made you choose me." Satoru is aware that loving him has larger cons than the pros. He'd never be that superman who can come rushing when you're about to be hit by a truck, he's not the kind of man who can ditch his work because your cramps are unbearable and you need him to stay with you. He's the walking red flag that will bait a sniper to hold the crossfire in your head just for being with him.

There's an infinity between you and him, and he's desperate every time he realizes that one day it will dawn on you that being with him is not worth it... Being with Gojo Satoru is not worth it.

"Mochi, what if I'm not Gojo Satoru... What if I was just a normal man, working in a world where I don't know a single thing about all of these curses and jujutsu..." Do you think it could still be us? Do you think you will fall in love with the other man who has the Six Eyes?

Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest? Suguru once asked him, the question that keeps haunting him until now.

What defines Gojo Satoru? What defines the strongest? What defines him, apart from those two things?

"Don't say that," you whispered in a hoarse voice, staring at him with pained eyes, lips quivering as you hold his hand.

You've been listening since the beginning, the moment he tugged your sleeve you were awake. But cannot bring yourself to interrupt Satoru pouring his honesty in midst of the dark and silence. Every softly spoken word broke your heart, and every suck of his heavy breath tore you to pieces as you listen to the thoughts he would never speak of under the bright sun.

You stared into his tired eyes. Brushing his eyelid and cupping his face.

"I love you for being the outspoken man who never backs down from your words. I love you for your confidence that makes me feel, 'I could trust this man with my life.' I love you for being that guy who would sneak a bite from my snack because you simply want to annoy me because you need attention, you overgrown cat. For being the teacher who listens to his students." You move close to him and brought your lips to his forehead.

Satoru's forehead creased, feeling your warmth. Listening to your voice as you speak between the sadness lacing your words. He found himself curling to a fetal position, desperately trying to make himself fit in your petite built.

Tell me... His heart raced against its cage.

"I love you for being strong Satoru. Your confidence, your whims, your childishness, your pretty, and your mess. Every scratches, perfection, and flaws you have, even if it hurts us. Can you understand? That I love you because you are you. So please don't ask or even say such things, Baby. I didn't just love you for being Gojo Satoru or being the strongest sorcerer, the man with Six Eyes. Those are all pieces of being 'you'. And I have loved every piece of your shattered perfection because those are shards that make who you are."

His shattered perfection. Satoru's eyes closed tightly, inhaling your scent, and gripped your hand tightly into his bringing it over his drumming chest where his heart pounds loudly. Can you hear it? He's admitting defeated, no one has ever seen what's beyond him or bothered to tell him. He doesn't need pity or exterior validation or endless praises, but he just needs to know that someone sees him.

That beyond the strongest, lies a shattered perfection. A man who has lost, grieved and been brought down to his knees. Beyond his infinity, lies a part of Satoru, human, full of scars and broken pieces.

"If... What if I wasn't a sorcerer. Do you think you'll love the 'normal' me?" He whispered.

You pulled him in your hold.

"I don't know. Our decisions land us where we are now. If I didn't think of buying that strawberry shortcake we wouldn't have met, or maybe we would've met at another time. Who knows. Life is a mystery." You inhaled a deep breath and stared at the black-out curtain.

"I can never give you a normal life." Painfully he admitted. "When you get tired of everything going around us, I can't withdraw back in split second. I may not be able to."

"And I don't need you to. I know who you are." You stared into his beautiful eyes. "I would never ask for what you cannot give me."

You push your fingers into the back of his head into the thickness of his white locks, gently scraping your nail against his stiff nape feeling him groan and loosen up. Your other thumb draws circles on his shoulders traveling to the spine of his back. You lightly chuckled hearing small purrs of satisfaction from Satoru.

"There's no such thing as 'normal life' Satoru. You could have the Six Eyes and be a good-for-nothing asshole who only eats, sleep, and again. Or be just like you are now, the Gojo-sensei your students bash around but still trust for being a man they can rely on. All your decisions lead to where you are right now. I cannot see a 'normal Satoru' that you keep talking about."

3 am must be the trigger, for the unspoken words to unfold so gently and soft in the confines of this four corner bedroom. Gently you stroke his head, watching his eyelids starting to get heavier. You pulled the blanket up to his waist and rested your cheek against his head.

"I do not know those 'Satoru' you're talking about, I only know you. There's a big difference to that. So don't... Stop comparing yourself to a man who doesn't exist. You're more than enough." Kissing the bridge of his nose, you nuzzle his cheek and smiled into his half-lidded eyes.

Satoru's heart basks in the tenderness you provide his weary being. His arms found the spaces of your hips, resting there while his ears press against your chest, listening to your heart.

It's crazy how he thinks love is the most twisted curse, yet here he is in wonder as he listens how your heart beats so loudly for him and how his heart is yours. To think how a single word from you could break him apart and yet he's willing to entrust every piece of him to you without hesitance.

"I love you too, more than you could imagine Mochi," Satoru snuggled into you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you more than my snacks and glasses," his slurred, low voice and hot breathing kiss your neck as he slowly starts to fall into sleep in the comfort of your arms.

"I feel touched," you resist the urge of pinching his nose. Slipping into the cold 3 am spooning each other you can't help but look forward to future like this.

Yeah, there's so much more to talk about, words that stay hidden in the sunny days spill silently in the comfort of cold darkness and gentle whispers.

—GreyCaelum

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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Watch and Learn

Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Summary: Gojo is beyond annoying, but there's something about him that keeps you coming back every night...

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, slight dom!gojo/sub!reader, light choking, Gojo gets smothered by a pillow at one point lol, pet names (used mockingly), slight (?) angst/fluff throughout

Notes: This is just a tiny, little thing about reader and Gojo being friends with benefits – I hope you guys enjoy it! ♡

“Who’s a good girl?”

The way that he’s talking to you can only be described as that of an owner talking to their pet, his voice sweet and condescending as he coos in your ear, the smile on his face all too evident in the tone of his voice. He could really be infuriating sometimes… If Gojo wasn’t so good at this, you’re sure that you would pay him no mind. Yes, you’re positive that you would absolutely ignore every taunt of his; every teasing, insufferable remark that comes out of this annoying man’s mouth. Or, at least… that’s what you tell yourself.

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His warmth blankets you as you lay underneath him; his tall, lanky figure encompassing your smaller one as his arms rest on either side of your head, caging you against him and his plush bed. This isn’t the first time that you’ve found yourself in such a compromising position with him– and you know for certain that it most definitely will not be your last. No, because it just feels too good. But as much as you don’t want to give him praise and as much as you don’t want him to believe that his skills are that impressive, you have to admit… he knows what he’s doing. Yes, he knows exactly how to make your body feel things you’ve never felt before and he knows exactly how to make you crawl back every time you swore that you were done with him.

“Who’s a good little listener?” His voice comes out higher than usual as he mocks you playfully, his long, veiny cock pumping in and out of you at a feverish pace. “Putting her legs up on my shoulders just like I asked her to, such a good girl,” Gojo smiles teasingly down at you, pinching your cheek and loving the way that your eyes narrow just a bit more out of frustration.

God, he loves seeing you all riled up like this…

You see, he had been taunting you this whole time, teasing you relentlessly because he swears that out of everybody he enjoys pissing off, you look the absolute prettiest while angry. With your brows furrowed and those pretty eyes of yours glaring back at him, he’s positively swooning. But then again, he could never quite get enough of your oh-so-apparent irritation toward him. Because hey, at least it was something. He knows that you don’t harbor the same feelings that he has for you, that you don’t share in his affection, only seeing him as a casual lover and nothing more– At least, not seeing him in the way that he desperately wishes for every night. But, he can’t be picky when it comes to your attention– He’ll simply take what he can get. And if he can’t get smiles and adoration out of you, he’ll at least take your scowls and annoyed expressions. Because even when you sigh out of irritation, he swears it's the prettiest noise he’s ever heard. Even when you glare at him with anger in your eyes, he swears he’s never seen anything so beautiful. So yes, he’ll keep teasing you and he’ll keep pushing your buttons, only because it’s better to receive a death stare from you than to receive nothing at all.

Oh. And he’ll also keep doing this thing he does with his hips because he knows that you like it so much. Even if you refuse to tell him how good it feels, even if you never tell him how amazing it feels to have him inside of you– he knows. Because your body gives you away everytime. It absolutely betrays every glare, every sigh, every single action of yours that suggests you’re annoyed with him. Because even though you sigh with exasperation, looking just about ready to hit him, your body reacts differently, and instead pulls him even closer to you. And he loves it. Getting under your skin. Getting all of these reactions out of you. Getting to be the man who is responsible for the explicit string of curse words leaving your mouth– either from anger or pleasure, it doesn’t matter, he loves it all the same.

“Can you shut up for once?” You bite back, digging your nails into his back and leaving little crescent-shaped marks along his skin. You’d love to say that it was payback for his annoying taunts, but honestly… you know it’s from the relentless pace that he’s set; your nails absentmindedly scratching into his skin from the feeling of his hushed panting against your neck and simply put, how good it all feels. But, he doesn’t need to know that… No, he definitely doesn’t need to know that. “I don’t come to your room at night to hear your annoying voice, you know.”

“Darling, I do believe it’s morning,” he slows his thrusts, feigning an innocent expression as he brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “I do believe that you stayed the night… Now I know you usually leave after we’re done in the evening– or should I say, you usually stumble away. Too fucked out to walk properly, right?” He smirks down at you, relishing in the sight of you looking away from him, too annoyed–or was it… too embarrassed?–to look him in the eyes. “But you stayed the whole night, didn’t you? And now we’re going for round two after a peaceful night of slumber next to one another… How cute is that? What, you just couldn’t get enough of me, is that it?” He says once again in a faux sweet tone. “Listen, I know you’re obsessed with me, but if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could, you know… just ask me out on a date–”

“Oh my god, shut up–” you groan.

“I mean, really, this is just getting out of hand, my darling girl,” he teases with a smile, “What’s next? You want me to make you breakfast after this?”

“UGH,” you let out an even louder groan, the man above you making you feel like you needed to scream into a pillow. If he wouldn’t shut up on his own accord, you would just have to make him. Quickly, you throw him off his balance and flip him over, trapping his body underneath yours as you sit atop his body. His sudden expression belongs to that of somebody who is utterly surprised, and yet, his hands seem to immediately find their way onto your hips, absentmindedly grabbing onto you as he stares up at you with a twinkle in his eye and his mouth slightly parted.

“Well… go on then,” he nods his head to you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a slight smirk.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” your voice comes out harsh as you dig your nails into his chest. One of his hands immediately leaves the soft skin around your hip and instead grabs onto both of your wrists, instantly stopping your movements as a more serious–more dangerous–look flickers across his face.

“Maybe you should,” he says in a low tone, his ‘suggestion’ coming out more as a warning.

You glance down at his lips that aren’t raised into their normal smile, feeling a small shiver go down your spine as his sudden dominant side makes an appearance. Oh yeah… this is why you put up with him. This right here– with him roughly grabbing onto your wrists and pinning them to his body, hearing the very lips you love to kiss utter these dangerous demands. With him reminding you of just how much stronger he is than you, with him immediately putting you in your place with only the slightest change of his tone. Yes, this is why you keep crawling back to him every night. As if you had no other choice, as if the helpless and addictive feeling that courses through your veins everytime you’re with him guides you directly back to the man himself.

You feel yourself soften against his intense gaze, feeling a bit more submissive now as his threatening words echo in your mind.

Maybe you should…

Yes, maybe you should… Slowly, you lean down and place a gentle, almost timid kiss against his lips, silently wishing for his smile to return, almost desperate for him to praise you for your sweet obedience. But he doesn’t kiss you back– Well, not at first, anyways. No, he wants to feel you desperate against his lips, he wants to feel you ache for him, just as he does for you. He needs to know how badly you want him– regardless of the eye rolls and the incessant sighs, he needs for you to show him that you need him. Just as he needs you.

And when he feels your tongue graze against his bottom lip, a silent plea for him to kiss you back, he decides to give you exactly what you want. He chases your lips, locking them with his instantly as he swallows the moan you let out into his mouth. It’s adorable, he thinks, how badly you try to fight your feelings, how much effort you put into acting as though you hate him, only for your mouth to then give you away like this. Afterall… he can hear you. He can hear the desperation in your moans, he can feel the desire coursing through your body. He knows you’ll keep coming back every night– or at least, he hopes.

He lines himself up with your entrance once again and places his hands on your hips as he pushes up into you, quickly resuming his steady pace of swift, powerful thrusts. But you suddenly detach his hands from your body and raise them above his own; your hands holding his wrists down just slightly above his head as an amused smirk reappears on his face and a small “oh?” leaves his lips.

You leave his hands there, slowly dragging your own down his arms and then back down his chest, only for them to land against his tense abs. He looks a bit handsome like this, you think, enjoying the look of amused surprise on his face as you begin to rock your hips. You raise yourself slowly on his length only to then sink back down, feeling his cock eagerly fill you up with every movement of your hips.

You’re much slower than he is, but it’s only so that you can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock against your fluttering walls. And God, does it feel good… Your eyes absentmindedly close as your head slightly falls back, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure overtaking your senses now as your nails lightly dig into his skin. It feels good, you think. It feels too good… it’s almost as though your body was made for him, almost as though nobody could ever make you feel this good again, even if you searched and searched and searched…

“Is that all you got?”

Your eyes snap open and they immediately fall upon the very smug-looking man beneath you. You instantly let out an annoyed sigh– Of course he had to ruin your small moment of bliss. Of course.

You notice him part his lips, most likely getting ready to say something aggravating that will ruin the moment even more– only you don’t let him. No, you quickly take the pillow beside your body and cover his face with it, pushing down lightly as you pick up your pace. You’re almost as relentless as he was a couple of minutes ago, quickly moving your hips against his as you feel anger bubbling up inside of you, wanting nothing more than to take it out on the one person who had caused it. Except, he seems to be enjoying it. No– he seems to be loving it.

He holds his arms out, spreading them far apart and lifting his hands to the air as though he’s worshiping you, as though you’re his God and he’s reveling in your divine beauty.

“Atta girl!” you hear his muffled praises from below the pillow, him seeming to not care in the slightest that his air supply was quickly running out. You lift the pillow from his face and throw it to the ground, instantly noticing the lovesick look in his blue eyes. Not only that, but a lazy smile seems to have found its way onto his blissed-out face, as well; his hands held out in worship now reaching behind his head as his arms rest there in relaxation, him looking just a bit too comfortable for your liking.

“Well… aren’t you gonna do something?” You ask, annoyed with his lack of movement.

“Nah, I think you got it, babe. You’re doin’ such a good job,” he smirks, sending a wink your way as your eyes narrow out of frustration. Insufferable.

You let out a loud, irritated groan–probably your twentieth of the morning–and reach for this throat, squeezing hard in the hopes of wiping that smug smile right off of his face. But it doesn’t disappear. No, it actually gets even wider, for some reason.

“Oh my! Somebody’s got some anger issues…” he grins up at you, only amusement lacing his features now. You want to squeeze harder, you want to reach for the pillow again, you want to do something–anything–just to shut him up. But he doesn’t let you.

He quickly flips you over–much faster and much more elegant than when you had done it–and traps you underneath his body, holding both of your wrists above your head with one hand while his other reaches for your throat, giving it the lightest of squeezes. “Let me show you how it’s done, darling,” he whispers in a low and sultry voice, his breath hot against your skin as you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance once again.

“Watch and learn.”

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nuppu-nuppu · 4 months

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Gojooooooo 💙✨

#gojo satoru #satorugojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanart #gojo satoru fanart #satoru gojo fanart #fanart #art #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru gojo #gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen #i kinda hate this #i just can’t figure out how to draw him in a way i like

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who-can-touch-my-boob · 3 months

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✨My 3 am Gojo Satoru headcanons:

Gojo Satoru when comfortable with his s/o uses farts as his love language

Gojo Satoru once ate only samyang noodles for dinner for a whole month

Gojo Satoru brushes his teeth twice before going to sleep, first when he goes to bed, then at 2:34am after midnight snacks

Gojo Satoru has this weird fascinating with poking peoples belly button’s and finds it extremely fun if they hates it. (He also just pokes around inside his own whenever he just chilling and his friends and s/o has given up on stopping him)

Gojo Satoru actually got a drivers license as soon as he reached legal age, but lost it only a week after (don’t know why, use your imagination)

Gojo Satoru once came home with a random cat and then he just became a pet-owner. The cat just comes and goes (he most likely cat-napped someone’s cat)

Gojo Satoru loves leg day and can hip thrust 550lbs/250kg easily. (His ass actually thick af, but he hides it well. Saving it as his biggest weapons)

Gojo Satoru once got a full Brazilian wax after losing a bet with Geto Suguru. That was the first time he didn’t leave his home for a whole week.

— Manga spoilers below —

Gojo Satoru was hard the whole fight with Sukuna and died with a raging boner.

4pm hcs -> 10am hcs -> 9pm hcs -> 7am hcs -> 5pm hcs ->

guys i swear i love him so much, don’t let this post fool you

#I am so dead inside and tired #should be sleeping because 12h shift tomorrow fkkk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo satoru anime #gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru imagine #gojo hcs #gojo satoru hcs #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk manga

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shamelesswriteress · 2 years

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#jujustu kaisen #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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yuutasdream · 2 months

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BIRTHDAY CAKE

Satoru Gojo, the guy who is never shy, was very nervous to ask you out on this date. He knew that it might have sounded a bit too romantic for regular dates, but this one was for your birthday. He wanted it to be a surprise, so he just texted you to dress fancy and meet him at 8:00 pm. He arrived with his newest car and held a big bouquet that expressed his love for you.

“Let's go, princess,” he said, kissing your hand for a romantic gesture. “Thank you, my love.” Your heart skipped a beat as Satoru was being a little bit too romantic. Usually, there's some sort of prank or something when he acts like this. But no, not this time. He actually took you out with him.

When you arrived at the restaurant, he ordered one large strawberry cake. That's where the fun begins. “Let's eat it together,” he suggested, holding a spoon ready to feed you and eat too. He started actually cutting the cake and feeding you. “Babe... I know it's your favourite, let me feed you,” you said, getting up and sitting on his lap. This was a bit inappropriate to do in public, but who cares! He's your boyfriend.

You started feeding Satoru from the cake, which slowly ended up with him wanting to taste you, stealing kisses each time you fed him something. It caught the attention of most of the people around you. But again, why would you care?

Many people even wondered why he chose you out of all people. He was handsome, and everyone wished that he would even look in their direction in hopes that he might notice them.

All of his six eyes, yet he only had eyes for you.

—@yuutasdream

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rosze-v · 2 years

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crawling back to you

pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

synopsis: Gojo makes it clear that he’s too busy to fall for someone new.

tw: singer!Gojo, curse words, a bit of angst, fluff, Gojo’s personal delulu, lowkey toxic Gojo, kissing, Gojo is so hot urgh

w.c : 3.5k

a/n: Halu! I was listening to Do I Wanna Know last night and I can’t stop thinking of Gojo sweaty and singing urghhh. I didn’t expect it to get so long but I got too into detail. Anyway! I hope you guys like it!

Being the partner of Gojo Satoru is not an easy feat for anyone. Especially now that he’s a very popular singer with millions of fans, it definitely become an achievement. Though Gojo Satoru’s popularity is not without reasons, the man has everything in his hands; be it looks, talents, and even charisma. Artists around the world praises his band first debut music video, where it started off with a blindfolded Gojo, giving a very mysterious feel towards his character. Yet by the end of the music video, Gojo seductively slips off his blindfold showing his striking sky-blue eyes. The debut was also a success because Gojo’s voice was the perfect raspy and whiny combination which is rare in the industry. So, being his partner is never easy, though if you were honest, even before he debuted, Gojo have always been popular. He knows how to talk with people, so easygoing and cheerful, everyone truly adores Gojo.

But it’s so hard when it’s one of those days where your insecurities got the best of you. You didn’t really care how busy Gojo is, that at some point, you guys won’t even be able to meet each other for weeks. You are as busy as he is too sometimes, being a popular, and upcoming author yourself, people have demand sequels from your books so you are always busy with your own writing. Though what really sets off your insecurities are when you noticed how physical Gojo can be with his fans. It’s no problem if its handshakes and slight hugs, but you have noticed Gojo interacting a bit longer on this one fan of his.

This fan of his, Asano, has been one of his most supportive fans, even during Gojo’s pre-debut marketing, she had always been the one to truly support him. Every concert, every fan meeting, she has always been there. At first you didn’t really care, in fact, you’re happy that Gojo has a very supportive fan but you’re not the only who’s happy. You have heard Gojo talking about her on and on, that at this point, you truly wonder if Gojo Is probably into her.

Gojo spoke about how she’s so loyal to him and how kind she is to him and you agreed. Then he told you how happy he felt the first time the both of them met and again, you were happy for him too. Though you realized recently, how Gojo hugged Asano a bit longer, even rubbing her back and smiling widely. You saw the picture the both of you took, Gojo, cheek to cheek with her, and looking as happy as ever. You dismissed it but the fire of jealousy was burning fast in your chest. The last straw was when Asano posted a picture of her bra and then the next picture was Gojo holding it while laughing on the stage.

“Satoru what the fuck is this?”. Gojo who have just arrived in the hotel room the both of you shared, looked at you with an annoyed expression. He was so tired, the lights that night was too blinding and hot, he wants nothing more but a good shower and a sleep.

“What do you mean?”. He asked, walking closer to you and looking at the picture you’re showing him from your phone. Your scowl only got deeper when Gojo smirked and chuckles, turning around to take off his shirt as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Oh that. Some girl threw her bra at the stage and I thought that was funny. Why?”.

“Do you even know whose bra that is?”. Your voice was getting higher, the tension thick in the air. Gojo turned around and shake his head no.

“It’s your most beloved fan, Asano. Isn’t she a sweetheart for giving you a fucking bra?” Gojo’s brow scrunched at your remark and he genuinely don’t understand why you’re so angry. He’s tired and sweaty, and very annoyed yet you’re here pouncing on him the moment he came in without even a giving him some time to settle in. Usually when it comes to fights between the both of you, Gojo is the calmer one but he can’t be calm now.

Gojo’s blue eyes stare at you straight as he speaks. “Well damn she have good taste then.” You gasp, not believing your ears, not believing that Gojo implies he likes Asano’s bra.

“What the fuck Satoru? So, you’re saying you like her goddamn bra?”. Your pitch increased along with ugly anger and jealousy you’re feeling.

“What? I didn’t say that! I said she have good taste because her bra was nice, where the fuck did you get that?”. Gojo’s voice was getting louder to as he started to trudge forward to you.

“Do you even hear yourself Satoru? Can’t you hear how your stupid statement sound? It definitely sounds like you like her fucking bra. Maybe the next time she might as well give you a fucking condom, and you’ll go and fuck her!”.

“I might as well when you’re being such a bitch over a goddamn bra!”. You’re silent now. He’s admitting it right? That he wants to fuck her? Or maybe it’s just your brain making you believe that his words are truths and these ugly truths were his wishes all along. You’re not even sure anymore, all you can think of is the fact that he’s admitting it.

“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! I'm so fucking tired and you’re bitching about some fucking bra. Like you could of maybe say hello first? Give me some time first? Speak like a decent human being? But no, you’re screaming your head off the moment you saw me!”. You were trying your best to hold your tears in, biting your lips and clenching your fist as Gojo walk over to the bathroom.

“If I fucking knew you were gonna act like this, I shouldn’t have brought you. You’re just giving me extra headaches.” Gojo muttered under his breath but the room was quiet enough for you to hear him. Gojo slammed the bathroom door and after a few rustling sounds, the shower could be heard.

You stood there, replaying the fight you just had with Gojo, replaying the fact Gojo admitted that he likes her bra, wouldn’t mind fucking her just because you’re bitching, and implying that you’re fucking useless. Your head spins as you went over the bar counter and pour yourself a drink.

You could feel so many emotions and it’s too overwhelming, your brain is creating all these “what ifs” and fake scenarios. It’s not the first time you fought with Gojo because you’re jealous, and he always assures you that everything is alright, and he shows that there’s nothing to be jealous of. You’re now laying down on the sofa outside of the bedroom, eyes wide and chest tightening. You could feel your breath getting shallow, and the aching trembles all over your body. The tears you had kept in as best as you could before had flow non-stop. So you lay there, waiting for Gojo to come over and told you that he didn’t mean any of those words, and that he loves you and cares for you. That you’re the only one and Asano is just a fan.

But he finished his shower, put on some pants and went straight to sleep, leaving you outside, cold and with your own twisted thoughts.

The morning comes, your eyes were puffy and red from your crying last night, you could barely get any sleep with how much you overthink last night. You stood up from the couch and with a heavy heart, you walk into the bedroom. You really just want to take a bath and have some time for yourself. As you were making your way to the bathroom, Gojo came out with a towel hung low on his waist. If the both of you didn’t have that fight last night and if you weren’t feeling disgusted by him right now, the both of you would be taking another shower together.

But of course, Gojo simply stare at you for a few second and walk past you, his anger from last night was still there. Your lips tremble at the thought that maybe Gojo hates you now and you have to book a flight home soon but before your overthinking could get any worse, Gojo speaks.

“Your ticket is by the vanity. Come if you want to come.” You could only nod and slip into the bathroom since you don’t trust your own voice now.

Gojo lips curl down at your action. He understands that what he may have said last night was a bit too much but his ego is clouding his head. Gojo upon seeing you come in while rubbing your arms felt a tinge of guilt at the fact that he let you sleep at the couch. The guilt gnaws on him because he knows you’re prone to cold and he’s an asshole who won’t just apologize. He shakes his head and put on his attire to go to his rehearsal before the concert tonight.

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The evening comes while you stay glued to the bed, not having any energy to do anything. The incident last night kept on playing in your head and you just can’t stop thinking about it. You toss to the left and saw the vanity as you remembered Gojo telling you to come to his concert. You have actually promised to come to this concert because Gojo told you this one is so much bigger than before, and he also sold out the tickets. You contemplate for a bit, whether you should go or not but you promised him.

So, with a sigh and a stretch, you went back to the bathroom to wash your face. You then pick out some attire and freshen up your looks. You at least want to look decent and not half dead at his concert.

Upon arriving at the venue, people were bustling around, all from different ages, gender, races, everyone came. You smiled to yourself because you remember Gojo telling you that one day everyone from everywhere will come and listen to my music, he said. You’re truly proud of him but your smile falters when you saw that girl, Asano. She was lining up at the VIP section; which is the front row of the concert. You also lined up at the same line, since your placing will be front row too.

Turns out your placing was directly in front of Gojo, and that girl Asano is just next to you. You could feel your anger seeping through your skin but you try to calm down. When Gojo came into the stage, he screamed out a hello and hundreds of voices scream back. You watch Gojo who was talking to his band at the back. His band consist of Kugisaki Nobara as the drummer, Itadori Yuuji as the bassist and Fushiguro Megumi as their guitarist. You know those kids, they were Gojo’s juniors and somehow, they decided to form a band together. They’re popular too since each of them have their own charms, but truly on the stage, Gojo shine like the brilliant gem he is.

Before Gojo starts, he gives out some words of gratitude to his fans and everyone who is involve in his concert. The moment the music starts, you feel as if you went back in time. As Gojo sang, you were reminiscing of the time when you both were still young. You remember meeting him at your university, remember flirting with him, and all those dates. You remember the night Gojo sang to you, when you realize that he’s going to be successful. You remember holding onto Gojo who was crying because the doctor found something in his throat. You remember the sigh of relief when it was actually nothing. You remember the nights you spend with him, breathless and truly, gloriously in love. You remember his first concert after debuting, and all the successes and falls the both of you share. You were there, in each step.

Your eyes well up because you remembered everything, and how much you love this man. Your heart squeezed in pain at the thought that maybe, after last night, this will be the last time you’ll watch him so up close. Your eyes never left him throughout the concert, you could catch his glances at times, relishing in the moment.

After a few songs, the band went into rest time, to let them drink some water, and rest their hands. In the meantime, someone from Gojo’s team pull out a chair for Gojo to seat as they began with a surprise Question and Answer from the fans. The fans of course screamed out at this, eager to be chosen, so they can ask questions.

“Okay ticket number 26, can you please ask your question.” Gojo asked. The girl from ticket number 26 were screaming out loud when she heard she was chosen. After calming herself down, she asked a question on what kind of person are Gojo into.

Gojo nodded as he answers. “That’s a nice question! For me, someone who can express their emotions well, someone who will always support me no matter what, it would be a bonus if they’re a writer.” Gojo said, looking straight at you with a smirk on his face. You were panicking inside, because your relationship with Gojo is not yet known, and he might reveal it accidentally by looking at you.

“You see, what I like about writers is that, if they love you, you will never die. They will write you poems over poems, stories over stories.” Gojo said, his voice low, eyes never leaving you went he said those words. Once he was done, he thanks the fan who asked the question. You could feel your face warming at the ‘public’ confession he just made. Gojo really do know how to make you flustered.

After that he answer several other questions, like what skincare are you using, what book do you like to read, and finally, it was time to wrap it up with a last question.

“If you could sing a song that describes your current situation right now, what would it be?”. That was a pretty lengthy question. You wonder, what kind of song Gojo would sing. Your heart quickens at the thought of Gojo singing a break up song. You could hear Gojo hums to himself, you didn’t want to see his face as he sings a song that will probably break your whole being.

Crawlin’ back to you.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide and you were met with a Gojo who’s staring at you, looking down at you, his eyes narrow, fluttering under his lashes. He was sitting with his legs open wide, an arm loosely in front of him. You sucked in your breath as he continues.

Ever thought of callin' when

You've had a few?

'Cause I always do

Fushiguro plucks his guitar string to the song Gojo’s singing, as Gojo smile at him. The crowd was going crazy, but what they don’t realize is the scene unfolding in front of you, rather, unfolding for you. Gojo then turn his attention back to you, but now instead of his eyes wide open, he brought his body front, his elbows holding onto his knees as he continues.

Maybe I'm too,

Busy bein' yours

To fall for somebody new

Now, I've thought it through,

Crawlin' back to you.

You were grinning wide, tongue on your cheeks as you feel your body heat up at Gojo’s definite ‘public’ confession. You bit your lip, winking at him as he smirked at you. Your head clouding with excitement and lust because your boyfriend is so fucking hot. Gojo then stood up and continue with his concert. You were of course, still in cloud 9, the fact that only you understand what his words meant, and the fact that he had assured you in front of hundreds of people albeit, secretly was enough to make all the negative feelings pass.

What you fail to realize is the girl beside you, the very girl that was the cause of your fight with Gojo have seen it all. She had seen the way Gojo’s eyes settles on you the whole song, as if confessing his undying love to you. She had seen the way smile and winked at him, as if the both of you are secret lovers. Asano pushed it to the back of her mind, there was no way. Gojo is hers, Gojo have shown her time and time again but sadly, Asano is nothing but a delusional fan who thought she had a chance.

Once the concert ended, you arrived at the hotel earlier than he does since Gojo would be taking some time to talk with his team. You decided to take a shower since your body is sticky from the concert, after that, you rummaged around the closet, and saw Gojo’s shirt, you put it on and freshen up your looks, making sure to look neat. After an hour or so, you heard the door opens and you pad away to greet Gojo.

Instead, you were surprised with a bouquet of flower, a box of pizza and a box of your favorite cake. Gojo smiled, though you can see a tired look on his face. You give him a smile too, and went up to him as he offers you the flowers.

“This is for my baby.” He said, and then he gave you the food and continue. “This is for my baby and I, because I am starving, let’s go eat.” You nodded as you took the food from him and place it on the coffee table.

“You’re not going to take a shower Toru?”. You asked while taking out two cans of Coke and bringing it to a sitting Gojo on the couch.

“Nah, I showered before I come, I want to spend some time with you now.” Gojo said as he pulls you into his lap. The both of you hugs each other, relishing on the feeling of each other’s skin, listening into each other quickening heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for saying all those awful things to you last night…”. Gojo speaks as you unlatch yourself from him and shakes your head.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have communicated with you better. I’m sorry Toru for getting jealous.”

“No baby… it’s okay to be jealous and now that I have a clearer mind, I do realize how weird Asano is. But truly my love, I saw her as nothing but a supportive fan and that’s all.” You smirked as you pinch his cheek.

“Well, am I not your supportive fan too?”. He grinned, squeezing your cheeks in his hands as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“No, you’re my everything. My number 1 fan, my only lover, my baby. I’m grateful for them but I don’t think I would be here without your love and support, (y/n).” You nodded, giving him a smile as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. Your eyes darting back and forth from his eyes to his lips, and your breath hitching once in a while. You could feel Gojo’s hand slipping inside your shirt, rubbing your waist. Gojo presses his forehead to yours, breathing getting thin as the both of you tries to fight the urge to kiss each other. Before you know it, the both of your lips clashed again each other, lips moulding into each other, tasting and feeling it as if you have to memorize every inch of each other all over again.

Gojo swipes his tongue on your lips in which you open, letting his tongue entangles with yours. Your hand reaches up to his hair while Gojo held onto your hips. The both of you were losing air quick but none wants to let go, Gojo so desperate for your touch and you so desperate for his taste. The both of you let go, breathing harsh into each other, eyes fluttering in a daze as Gojo places a thumb on your lower lip, brushing it gently.

“You know…”. Gojo whispers, his voice hoarse. “I sang that song because I will always crawl back to you.” He said, pecking your lip. “No matter what, I'm yours as much as you’re mine, mine, mine.” You chuckle and give him an open-mouthed kiss on the cheek.

“I know Toru, I know.”

That night, the hearts of Gojo’s fans were broken into pieces when he posted a picture of the both of you. In the picture, you laid your head on his shoulder; sleeping while Gojo’s smile spread wide through his face with a caption, my love. He’ll listen to his PR team tomorrow but now, he wants to show you to the whole world, and make sure everyone knows who he belongs to.

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sapphireandange · 23 days

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Summer waves ♡

Satoru would be the type of guy to tease you about your feelings. Like you would be red, flustered and avoiding his gaze. He asks "What's gotten you all red sweetheart?" You would just scoff and retaliate him. "Nothing! It's just the sun's heat" You fan yourself with the palm of your hand, while stretching the collar of your shirt with the other.

As if he gonna believe that. Satoru has the six eyes, he can stare down your soul and analyse you through and through. He isn't getting fooled that easily. But just for entertainment, he giggles and sighs. He shakes his head and says "Ah yes the heat, definitely the heat".

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4dtk · 2 years

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one bed trope w/ gojo. ofc i’m coming back writing about gojo 😇. 2.6k

“it’s only the first flight and i’m already dying.” gojo is anywhere but dying, obviously being his dramatic self in the connecting flights for the mission you both were sent on. “the flight schedule is messing with my beauty sleep too, eugh.” and with each passing moment, you realise how wrong your words of ‘oh, it can’t be that bad‘ were. nanami and shoko simply scoffed at your statement.

“you should take ‘beauty’ out of it.” you groaned. having stepped down from endlessly exorcising curses a year ago, you were in search of something to fill your time. you liked exorcising and banishing curses, sure, but you weren’t getting any younger.

getting news of your (somewhat) retirement, gakuganji had called you into a meeting to suggest that you start teaching opting right for tokyo since you had a familiarity of the capital. surely you made the right choice when an attractive man picked you up from the train station with a teenager beside him. jesus christ, how wrong you were.

that was the first time meeting gojo satoru (as well as his grumpy mentee, megumi). it was easy to get taken aback, surprised, flustered by his obvious sharp features that it made your heart skip a beat to see him greet you.

it’s been a year since then — meeting his students, helping out in missions, bringing the kids along on excursions — time passing by rapidly to the point where you’re surprised when the first-years surprise you with a birthday cake. as much as you’re trying to think of your students, none of that compares to the growing headache that was forming at the moment in contrast to your heart.

“oh, sweet (y/n), you wound me,” gojo’s face is so fucking close to yours as his annoying grin is on his face. his voice suddenly lowers, and you swallow, “c’mon, the gate’s going to open soon, we better get to queuing.”

the nervousness fades away as your lips quirk up in a little smile, seeing him roll both your luggages. he isn’t on time most of the time, but he’s trying. gojo tries.

but sometimes he doesn’t try enough — tired, fatigued, sweaty even from the trip, you’re staring in disbelief in the single bed of the hotel room. you hate that your heart pounds in your chest.

“what do you mean we’re sleeping in the same damn bed?”

“well– i tried! i called reception and asked for two beds and when they said they were fully booked for the weekend i–”

“you just accepted it.” you raise an eyebrow, your tote bag feeling much heavier from the unfortunate situation. “why couldn’t you just find another hotel, gojo?”

“in my defense, this one was like, the cheapest,” gojo said with a grin, not flinching one bit when you toss a pillow at his barrier with a disgruntled exclamation.

“hey, c’mon, i mean, this could be a good bonding session! we can stay up and talk about the kids or even the crippling state of the world, get to know each other better– wait, what are you doing?”

you barely looked at him, “setting up camp on the floor, the hell do you think i’m doing?” fearful that he was going to see how much you were shivering. even if the AC wasn’t on, the late hours of japan can be pretty brutal in the winter season — gojo would shamelessly suggest you cuddle, and even as a joke, you aren’t sure whether your heart could handle it.

because how much time would gojo have for you? time is barely in gojo satoru’s schedule whose endless job is to extinguish curses like clockwork. how much more people would he be willing to let in only to be betrayed? even you weren’t up for it.

gojo was someone untouchable, both literally and figuratively, and you aren’t sure if you can pick up his broken pieces without bleeding.

“you take the bed, i’ll take the floor.” he suggests after you’ve set up the blankets on the floor, voice uncharacteristically quiet. not wanting to argue more since you’re both worn out from the long flights (why he didn’t just teleport was beyond you), and desperately want some shuteye, you agree as quietly before having a quick shower.

settling into bed, you cringe just a little watching gojo and his long body get comfortable on the floor that you almost feel sorry for him.

“you know,” you gulp (fuck, one time couldn’t hurt, right?), “you don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

“no, nevermind, it’s fine, just–” a yawn cuts off his sentence, eyes finding yours in the dark room that are already staring at him.

“you’re going to freeze to death on the floor.”

“nothing like a hypothermic death!” paired with a thumbs-up, the special grade sorcerer quips and you resist the urge to giggle.

“gojo.” your voice is firm, reprimanding him for his humour yet not fully committing to it. how would someone even be able to smile after all the shit he’s been through? “just… come here, please.”

yes, gojo hardly feels tired from the reversed cursed technique he runs, but somehow your voice and presence make him feel sleepy, safe to a certain extent. he wants to be half-awake, listening to your voice complain about the laundry or staring sleepily through his lashes at the drool escaping your mouth.

gojo wants—

he swallows. is that why his hands are so clammy after you touch his arm gently and his head spins when you unexpectedly laugh at his joke and his breath halts when you train with the kids and his cheeks hurt when he thinks about you? is that why he has infinity switched off? is that why—

a shaky breath escapes him, snapping out of his daze when you call his name a little louder. there’s already a pillow barrier that you set up in his distracted state, sporting a cute smile at your work.

“okay, so this is my sleeping space, and that’s yours. don’t invade it.” you pat the wall of pillows, giving the other a brief nod before facing away from the man. while you’d like to enjoy the moment, you still had a curse to get rid of, and you’d like to do it without being sleep-deprived. gojo, of course, had other plans.

“was that a dirty dancing reference?” you roll your eyes.

“yes. go to sleep, idiot.”

“when have i ever listened to you?” gojo laughs, a genuine laugh that you hardly hear that it prompts you to turn around. he’s already looking at you.

“good point.” your voice trails off softly, seeing less of a happy-go-lucky man, and a tired boy with bags under his eyes and messy hair. you match gojo’s position, propping your head up with an elbow.

“you should sleep, really. i heard from shoko that you hardly do.”

he simply shrugs, “i’m used to it. being sensitive to noises, i’ve always been a light sleeper. and what more so with always getting unexpected calls in the middle of the night. it’s difficult to get a good night’s sleep.”

“well, we are in a hotel. maybe the bed’s better than yours? or maybe not, since you said this was the cheapest option.”

when tired, you realise how gojo is silent more often, taking in words with a dazed expression and almost drunken stupor. you find it cute.

he laughs at your joke, sinking into the sheets that you have to peek over the wall of pillows. it’s such a soft laugh that you strain to hear it, but it’s there, just like the soft expression gojo has on his face.

the expression — eyes have never looked more dull with a hint of a sparkle, like it was reserved only for you. lips parted ever so slightly, and cracked without his usual chapstick and from the cold weather. unkempt hair, already sticking out of everywhere before dawn.

heart that has never beaten this fast until now. but, you didn’t need to know that.

“i really do hope my students are able to surpass me one day.” gojo says it, blank eyes boring into the ceiling.

reaching over, you make contact with his shoulder, “you’re training them well, of course they will. they’re talented, too.”

“although your methods are a little crazy,” gojo smiles, a rare one, before turning to you, “i fully believe they’ll be able to reset the jujutsu world.”

“government.”

you giggle with a yawn, “right, sorry, government.” you hardly can make out his figure in the dark room, but even then you can’t pull away from the magnetic pull of his eyes.

it falls silent with a hint of tension, the room filled with nothing but the rustling of sheets and breaths from your mouths. before gojo can muster the courage to say anything, though, you give him a meek and forced smile as your body turns away from him, missing the frown that appears on his face.

“goodnight, satoru.” that is the extent of your feelings, the extent that you were going to reveal. anything more and you’d be embarrassing yourself, only managing a deep sigh and a simple wish of being the one to let gojo’s walls down.

he bids you goodnight reluctantly, voice dropping to a mumble before sleep overtakes him, faster than it ever has when he’s alone.

by dawn, gojo already stirs from routine, both used to the chilly wind of 6am and the birds starting their day. frankly, he hated every part of it, already prepared to start washing up when he realised the top half of the pillow barrier had been messed up.

it’s almost comical, how your body laid diagonally as your cross into gojo’s sleeping space, but what warrants the sorcerer’s unrelenting stare was how your hand had rested atop his.

as cheesy as it was, it felt like a perfect fit, closing his fingers around yours with shaky breaths as he took in your freezing skin. the other hand travels lightly over your cheek, the gesture making you scrunch up your features from the coldness.

“so pretty, and you don’t even need the morning light,” gojo mutters to no one, a soft smile gracing his face before he sees your shivering state. and with each pillow that he yanks away, he thinks that he’s finally ready to let someone in.

a someone that pining for isn’t just enough, who makes his brain fuzzy and heart flutter even if you were bantering with him. it’s not going to come instantly, that safeness he so longs for, but he wants to try.

gojo’s trying. he tries.

“will you be my saving grace?” he asks no one, again, hoping that your lips would mumble something but all that comes out are incoherent babbles. nevertheless, gojo smiles.

he smiles at the things that start to make sense, how you’d sit up straighter when he enters a room, the random gifts of candy left on his desk, how your conversations with shoko always cut short whenever he bursts through the door.

he pulls you closer and into his chest, savouring the slowly brightening sky and the birds that aren’t so annoying after all, holding you like you could break at any moment. gojo keeps your hand in his and swallows his pride, lips making contact with the cold skin of your forehead.

“good morning, (y/n).” 6am never felt so far away.

mornings had never been your strong suit — the squinting, the grogginess, the inability to get out of bed — just like gojo, you despised it. you had an excuse now, though, because you only wouldn’t get out of bed, but you couldn’t either.

you were pressed up against something living, a shirt that smells of vanilla and confectionery. stilling your breaths and tilting your head upwards, you chance upon the image of gojo sleeping peacefully, like an angel with a small smile on his face.

the morning complements him perfectly, living up to his name as a god while you felt like a mere commoner. hand tightening around yours, he whispers your name like he’s said it a thousand times before.

yes, your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at the moment, but you’re also savouring each and every second before the magic of the morning is gone. you’re holding your breath, you’re ghosting your fingertips along his face, you cannot believe he is real.

“satoru?”

“hnn– hm?” your breath catches in your throat, you’re ready for him to push away from you. gojo moves his head down to meet your eyes, and his smile is better than any sunrise, any sunset, even twilight, “hey.”

“hi,” you reply quietly as you take another leap and cup his cheek, mouth parting when he closes his eyes and leans into it. “good morning, satoru.”

“morning, pretty.” and you feel like you could die, but there is still a curse waiting to be exorcised. “did you sleep well?”

you like this gojo, quiet and reserved, sleepy, raspy. but then again, you also like the obnoxiously loud and cocky gojo, the gojo who strives to overthrow the jujutsu government (he calls it that and has done it ever since you giggled at the joke).

“feel like i should be asking the question, since your bed is probably more expensive than this one,” the other chuckles at the quip, and again, afraid of the fragility of the moment, moves slowly to press a kiss on your forehead.

there’s no words exchanged for such a tender moment, there’s no need to — except for satoru asking if it’s okay to kiss you, failing to hide the grin when you nod.

they feel like everything you’ve thought about, soft, plush, experienced. you smile into the kiss, hand leaving his to encircle his shoulders. you’re more eager than you expected to be, skin prickling and head spinning from the possibility of requited feelings.

gojo has no qualms about pressing you into the mattress, tightening his embrace and deepening the kiss easily. he holds you to make up for every time that he hasn’t and you kiss him like it’s the end of the world.

“so, i’m guessing you like me?” satoru jokes, breathlessly, supporting his weight with his elbows. he looks so ethereal from his angle, hovering over you and asking a stupid question like hadn’t just made out.

you’re elated, delighted even that you’re trying not to smile too hard. leaning up, you peck his lips gently, “tons. i like you, a lot, gojo satoru.”

gojo laughs (could be the most genuine one you’ve heard in a while) like he just won the lottery before he tackles you into the sheets again, lips enclosing yours in another heated kiss that he never wants to pull away from.

“can’t believe it took a stupid single bed trope for us to admit our feelings,” you mumbled against his lips in the middle of kisses, heart jumping when a hand squeezes your side.

“i mean, there is the inevitable death we’ll experience as jujutsu sorcerers, but i won’t mind counting down the days till we die.”

you push him away with a laugh to admire him just a moment longer, “god! you’re so cheesy. a little grotesque, but…”

like this morning and the next, nothing would ever stop threats from appearing, curses from manifesting. on the flip side, there will always be people to support you — friends, family, gojo, who’s already been added to the list of things to live for. that list is tucked away snugly in your head, getting a dull ache of protectiveness and fondness whenever you look at the sorcerer.

running a hand through his stark white hair, you take in his beauty one last time while he does the same, “and unfortunately for me, i like the cheesiness.”

“yeah? and i like you,” gojo doesn’t waste any time telling you again until you know it in your heart and bones, hoping that every kiss and touch would translate into everything that he couldn’t say about you before.

SLAYYY! also i know i haven’t posted in ages but i would appreciate some love and reblogs on this post since i’ve recently come back to write <3 i’m currently writing a gojo smut so... 🫶🏼 keep an eye out hehe

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