#jujutsu kaisen satoru gojo

[yuitoru]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 - 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

🌀 — bf! satoru gojo x fem! reader | 🌀 ft — mostly fluff & some crack | 🌀 cw — swearing, satoru calls reader "bitch", implied suicide joke, periods |

[midnightwriter21]

Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”

[appleblueberry-pie]

YOU ARE EVERYTHING.

Where: You were Satoru's young caretaker when he was a child being raised by the clan. You became everything he ever wanted, and when he needed you most, you were taken away by the people that made him who he is. He takes it to heart and sought out for you when he becomes an independent adult. (7 year age gap)

With you, he was nothing. With you, he wasn't a weapon. A gun with it's only purpose being to fire when it's trigger when it was pulled. With you, he wasn't a clan member, riches covering every inch of his floors and face. He wasn't the fear forced into those he faced, whether he liked it or not. He wasn't the balance of the planet he lived on. With you, he wasn't secretly scared. He wasn't silent. He wasn't silenced. He wasn't numb. He wasn't a thing. He wasn't an it. He was simply nothing. And being nothing with you made him become everything he could've ever hoped for.

He was a child, but he wasn't treated like one. And being his caretaker in such an....intimidating "home" made you sad for him. He was a blank canvas. He could've been rude to you. He could've spoken your ear off, threw things at you, berated you, cried, hid, smiled, anything. But he seemed so empty, alone, even though he was everything nature could've made him.

He was tired. You knew he was. A child shouldn't look at you the way he did when he first met you. So, in return, you gave him everything he deserved in hopes he'd realize that the way things are for him isn't how it is for everyone. And that he deserves a chance as well. At life, at living, loving, knowing and learning. So you cared.

I mean, it was your job to do it. It's in the name damnit. But that's not what they wanted you to do. You were just his baby sitter. Watch him for 5 hours a day, and they'll train him for 11 and then he sleeps for the rest. But with those 5 hours, you knew it could be more than just sitting around in his room or garden all day. So you attempted to incorporate some fun in every once and a while to try and get him to warm up to you.

You believe he was too used to people being there just to check on his well being; if he was living and breathing. So you gave some conversation crumbs. "Are you alright?", "Do you feel okay?" and the most difficult one, "How do you feel?" He would be a little taken aback by this last question(his face was still, but he would hesitate to answer). But he would answer, nonetheless. It felt like great progress knowing that he wouldn't flat-out ignore you. This was a great first step, in your opinion. And from there, you would continue talking to him.

Asking him how his day was during his lunch time. Offering to walk him around his place of living if he was bored of staying in his room. Asking if he wanted to wear something more comfortable if his traditional clothes bothered him too much. Making(one-sided) conversation while you cleaned his room. You would talk, but eventually, you would see him watching you talk as you cleaned.

About a few weeks later, he would finally warm up to talk back to you. Asking you questions about your little stories you'd tell him about your personal life. What would be provided during lunch that day, what he'd do once his break was over, asking how the weather would be. He'd also make requests that weren't the usual. Which includes the business his family would deal with that he's not usually provided with, if he could go with you while you did laundry across the hall, if he could stay with you during your break time, and....if you could help him with his assigned homework. He began to ask you to stick around while he did mundane tasks, and you realized how much of an impact you've made on his life just by being around and asking him to be present while you were there.

It took a month for him to become attached to you. You warned him multiple times that he shouldn't be so close to the women that are supposed to help around the house, and only help around the house. He didn't care and just wanted to stay by your side 24/7 when he realized how sweet affection could be, especially from someone as pretty and kind as you. You often snuck him little sweets from the kitchen, helped him read his favorite books, and you let him clean his room with you so that you two could spend more time together. You could tell he would always look forward to spending time with you and would nearly complain to his family when he had to go. Those 5 hours became less of a mindless bore and more of a mental exploration of what love and care truly is.

You were promoted to one of the head-maids in the house when his family realized how much easier it was to manage him when you were there to do it instead of the other women. He would comply so much more easier and obviously had a brighter look on his face when you came around to solve things that he was making hard for everyone else to deal with. Now, you were there when he woke up and went to sleep. You helped with his clothes and helped serve his lunch and his dinner. You made things easier for him to bare in the house. Which was your goal. You wanted him to be happy. And happy is what he finally was.

Days flew by with you there. Nights were softer and more beautiful when you were there towards the end of his day. Food tasted better, his training was easier to do and he felt something.

Something in his chest when you were around. It felt weird, but good at the same time. You often caught him rubbing his chest when you laughed at his sassy attitude and would see his ears turn pink. You'd tease him about him being shy and would pinch his cheek, which made his ears and neck turn red, which would make you laugh harder. It was nice having a friend for once, he would think.

But maybe he shouldn't have gave in to his desires. Maybe he should've pushed you away like he did when you first started interacting with him. Maybe he should've ignored his chest when it increased its beat when you came around. Because maybe then, his family wouldn't notice how much of an impact you've had on his life. Maybe they wouldn't separate you two since you guys loved being around each other so much. Maybe he should've ignored you when you told him with a sad face that you would only be around until tomorrow to pack your things.

If only he saw the way his own face dropped when those words slipped out of your mouth. The way his face when to horror, to sadness, to that stone cold look he's had for the longest time. You wanted to caress his face to soften the hard tension that resided in his forehead and cheeks. You wanted to hug him like he let you do when he wanted to cry so badly, but wanted to be a man. Well, a man is what they made him the moment they took away the one person that mattered to him.

When you left the clan house, you took his heart with him. But his devotion always stuck deep, deep in his stomach. And it wouldn't leave. He had never felt as angry as he did when you finally were escorted by car away from the home and his father had the nerve to tell him it was "for the best". He never clenched his fists so hard. Never wanted to wipe the tears off of his face so bad. But he didn't, in case you came back and wiped them off for him. Like you always did. But they dried on his face and remained until he washed his face in his bathroom alone. Too big for an 8 year old like him, but another person's presence would've been enough for him to ignore the empty, unneeded space.

And he remained that way. Alone. For years and years to come. And his yearning for you and your special care and love has been on the back of his mind as he continue to learn and grow, and he eventually became the weapon he was meant to be. He promised himself that he would never forget you. And he never forgot. He always remembered the warmth of your hands. The aura of your cursed energy, and how it felt when it lightly tickled his skin when he sat close to your side. How calm it made him feel. He never let himself forget, in hopes that he'd find you again one day. Little did he know that his efforts to remain in touch with the memories he had left wouldn't be done for nothing.

He couldn't believe his eyes. It was too dark. Too dark to see, but it was clear as day. That hair. That skin. That nostalgic scent and that energy. He ripped his blindfold off and felt his heart ache as it beats faster. "Whatthefuck." He muttered under his breath. It was cold and it certainly couldn't be comfortable like this. How long have you been here? Why were you here? Who did this to you? Was it really you? Was he dreaming?

He was informed of a missing sorcerer that hasn't been found in the past few weeks. Someone had hid you well with high security surrounding the area. No one could get in, so they obviously brought in their best weapon, him. He got through the "security" in a matter of seconds and reached you without so much as a blink of his eye. But you?? Why you? Is this what's been going on when he's been gone? You haven't gotten the strength to protect yourself so you go missing and let some nothings kidnap you and ruin your life?

He feels anger bubble in his stomach. Surprise and happiness surge his heart. The horror and confusion makes the rest of his emotions unbearable to handle. He doesn't know what to do or say. You're blindfolded, gagged, tied up and in thin clothing. From what he can see, they haven't done much but roughed you up and neglected you of things like food and water. Everything else seemed taken care of. Were they waiting for someone to bargain you back? The thought makes him grit his teeth and he'd rather not think about it. When he begins to undo your restrictions on your wrists and ankles, you let out noises of resistance and he tries to soothe you to tell you he's there to help you.

He removes your binds, your gag, and blindfold. You couldn't even hold yourself up, so he impatiently just teleports you back to his hotel room that was provided to him by the higher-ups for this mission. You immediately grow weak in the knees from the random moment of time-splitting transportation and drop to the floor, but he catches you. "I got you, I've got you. Let's get you on the bed, okay?" You're shaking in his arms and it takes everything in him to just not bombard you with questions and throwing past information on you to get you to remember him.

All you knew was that this random man that is intimidating the shit out of you with his cursed energy transported you to a hotel room after being tied up in a dark room all fucking week. A group of religious sorcerers out of nowhere asked you to join them one day when you were minding your own business at a flower shop. You declined and the leader stepped forward and dealt with you accordingly. You put up a great fight and his little family was going to step in, but you just couldn't get to him. So, he finished you first and kept you in a random dark room for 'safe keeping'.

But who was this? What was next after being kidnapped? Was he going to hurt you? Hurt you in ways the others hadn't? You hoped that for once in all of the time you had been held captive, that you'd finally catch a break and be given the necessities you needed to survive and be happy.

You blinked your eyes open, which was hard because the light from the ceiling-to-floor windows were nearly blinding you. The man had a tight grip on your arms and he continued to ask you questions about your well being that you couldn't understand at the moment. You scramble onto the bed and finally gain the sight and courage to look up at him. When your vision finally cleared, you were immediately flooded with memories of the past when you look into those familiar, tongue-numbing eyes.

You stared up at Satoru Gojo quietly for the first time in about 19 years.

.......That's right. It had been about 19 years since you last spoke. Years since you last gave up that life of following those dumb rules and took it upon yourself to teach yourself about the things they wouldn't tell you. To be better than they claimed you were. The byproduct of the people who nearly ruined your life was standing in front of you. No wonder you didn't like his energy. He had so much cursed energy oozing out of him that it made your muscles tense in a way it hadn't before. But that look in his eyes said something else entirely.

".....?" He wanted to say something to you badly, but you looked so scared. You averted your gaze before clenching your teeth. "Where...where am I?" You pathetically croaked out the words. You hadn't had a drink of water in so long. Satoru immediately rushed to the one on his night stand and opened it for you, giving it to you. You eyed the bottle, hand hesitantly reaching out. But you took it anyways, your drive for a drink overtaking your paranoia.

Most stress in your body faded when you drank the delicious mineral water and drained it in one go. Once you finished, you heaved a sigh in relief, the empty bottle hitting the ground. "You're in my hotel room. It wasn't safe where you once were. So, I just took you here."

You don't know if the man in front of you is still the boy you grew to love. But what you did know is that for the time being, you'd have to put your trust in him. You aren't healed, and you don't want any sorcerer government of any kind to know about your possible return. You'd have to ask him for help.

Satoru was more than happy to help you in any way he could. For so long, he was searching for you. His heart nearly broke into pieces when he kept searching, kept searching, and you just wouldn't be there. Not outside his door when he woke up. Not there when he would cry himself to sleep some nights with pounding headaches. And not there when he plainly lifted his head to the sky for forgiveness. He needed you. And here you are, needing him. And that look on your face was all he needed to know that this was his chance at redemption. To rebuild what once was broken. And to eventually gather warmth from being in your arms once again.

[seeingivy]

birthmark 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

satoru’s suddenly more appreciative of scars 

content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, canon divergence bc im not gege and they all deserve to be happy, reader described as pregnant, giving birth/c-section, hospitals, pain (kinda), big brother megumi + tsumiki, lil corny family, 

an: happy fathers day to our fav dad :DDD reader is described as having dark hair in comparison to satoru but tbh every hair color is dark compared to white unless you have white hair them im sorry

- 

“Hi baby.” 

“What do you want, Satoru?” 

“I wasn’t talking to you.” 

You take your eyes off from the screen to find Satoru lying across the couch, his head very close to your stomach. His blindfold is hanging around his neck, his shiny, blue eyes staring right at the bump. 

“He doesn’t have ears yet.” 

“You don’t know that. We have father-daughter telepathy. She can hear me.” 

“If anyone was going to have telepathy with him, because he is most definitely a boy, it’s going to be me.” 

He rolls his eyes, lying his head against your stomach as he continues staring down - his eyes focused. You reach down, pressing your hand in his hair as you start carding through his white locks. 

“What were you like as a baby, Toru?” 

“Horrible. Came out super late, cried all the time, total sweet tooth.” 

“I asked about you as a baby. Not now.” 

He rolls his eyes, sitting up to ruffle your hair. You shrug him off before leaning your head against his shoulder, his hand placed directly on your stomach, which he does almost every time he’s near you. You can hear his stupid voice in your head. She has to know I’m here too, not just you mama. 

“Shut up. Stop bad mouthing me in front of our child. That’s not a healthy parenting model.” 

“You screamed my head off for throwing out your precious kikufuku in front of Megumi last week. Healthy parenting model, my ass.” 

“Well some things are just unforgivable, sweetheart. And he’s a big boy now.” 

He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pressing his cheek against your hair. “What was my baby like as a baby?” 

“I came out super early. I think they had to stay in the hospital for a few days because I was too weak. But after that, I think it was okay.” 

He leans over, pressing himself harder into your frame as he squeezes. You place your hands in his hair again, running through as you wait for him to talk. He’s thinking - too hard. 

You understood that a baby, a real one - not grown up and super self sufficient like Tsumiki and Megumi were - was anxiety inducing. But ever since you had told him, Satoru was stressed out, more than usual. Shoulders always tensed up, freaking out over painting the room or assembling a crib, or picking a godfather. 

“Love?” 

“Yes, Satoru?” 

“Do you think…the baby will be scared of me?” 

“Because you’re the strongest? Of course, not. Megumi and Tsumiki always thought it was so cool when they were little, smacking their tiny little hands against it while laughing.” 

“No, no. Not because of that.” 

You push your palms against his cheeks, pulling his face out of the crook of your neck. He looks into your eyes, the look shy. His eyes waver down to his arms, littered in scars, before looking back up. And now you get it. He’s talking about his scars. 

They’ve faded over the years, from back when Megumi was still possessed by Sukuna. You remember when they were angry, red and fresh, when he came home, and nearly made your heart drop out of your chest. 

And when it was well and over, you had kissed them hundreds and hundreds of times over until Satoru knew, with full confidence, that you love him. And Megumi had apologized, millions of times before he understood that none of it was his fault. You love Satoru. Scars and all. And you love Megumi. Possession and all. 

“Satoru. You know that we all-” 

He shrugs you off, the look exasperated. 

“I know you guys love me. But I’m talking about the baby. There’s just so many of them and they’ve faded a good amount but-” 

You lean over and press your lips to his, kissing him softly before you let go. You can feel him deflate at the sensation, giving you the smallest of smiles when you pull apart. 

“You guys have father-daughter telepathy. She could never be scared of you.” 

You see the smile spread across his face as he rolls his eyes at you, shaking you at the shoulders. 

“So you agree? She’s a girl.” 

“No. He is most definitely a boy. But I’ll let you have it for tonight.” 

“You’re so generous.” 

“I know Satoru, it’s one of the best things about me.” 

You feel him cup his hands around your face as he presses a light kiss to your nose. 

“Yes. It is.” 

“I was being sarcastic.” 

“I know that, love. But I wasn’t.” 

- 

Unlike Satoru and much more like you, your baby is born early. What you thought was a routine ultrasound turned into an emergency c-section and your little baby coming a little earlier than you had planned. 

That was hours ago. Satoru has been watching you, your chest heaving up and down as you sleep, since they moved to this room. Your daughter, because Satoru was right, was down the hall in the NICU, in a tiny little plastic incubator. With Megumi and Tsumiki. 

This day had already been too hard for Satoru. And it wasn’t even over yet. Watching you get pushed onto a table, your baby coming out and not crying, finding out it was a girl but you weren’t even conscious enough for him to stick it to you, having to pick who to spend his time with. 

He picked you. Because Megumi promised that he’d watch her there, make sure she wasn’t alone. He knows how much it meant to the two of you to get to meet her together so he’ll wait. I mean, that is his little sister and all, he doesn’t mind watching her. After Satoru agreed, he couldn’t help but smile at Megumi, literally sprinting down the hall to meet her where Tsumiki was waiting. 

He watches you shuffle in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open. He nearly knocks the table as he stands up, placing his hands on your arms as you wake up. 

“Satoru.”

“Love, oh my god, I was waiting for you. To wake up, I mean. Are-are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you want me to get anything?” 

He watches your eyes pinch shut as you raise your hand, clamping it right across his mouth. Your little raspy voice breaks out and he can feel the tears streaming down his eyes at the sound of it. 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” 

He can’t help but laugh, the tears still streaming down. God, he loves you. Bedridden and still giving him fucking attitude. You’re okay and sassing him around and he loves you. 

He watches the smile spread across your face as you keep your hand there, now wiping his tears off. You look around the room, the crib still neatly made. 

“Wait, where’s-” 

“Down the hall. Megumi’s there with her.” 

“Her? It’s a girl?” 

You can feel the pride bustling in your chest, the tears now filling in your eyes. She’s a girl. Your tiny little baby that you were carrying for the past months was a girl. You can buy her little dresses and teach Satoru how to braid her hair and-

“Told you so.” 

“Shut the fuck up. I know you’re not sticking it to me while I’m literally in a hospital bed. Need I remind you, that you did this to me.” 

“How did I do this to you?” 

“You knocked me up!” 

You both laugh as Satoru helps you up into the wheelchair, pushing you both down the hallway to where she was. 

“You see her yet? Is she cute?”

“No, it’s only been a few hours. I wanted to see her together.” 

He swings the door open, pushing you to the front into the room. You can see Megumi seated right next to the little box, his hand inside with Tsumiki watching from the other side, her eyes focused on the crib. 

But you don’t take notice of your baby first. What you notice first is the shirts Megumi and Tsumiki are wearing, matching pink that say “big brother” and “big sister.” 

“Satoru. Don’t tell me you guilt tripped them into wearing the shirts.” 

They both run over at the sound of your voice, pressing you into a hug. You reach forward, resting both of your hands in their hair as they help you up, holding you steady in the air and running their eyes over you to make sure you’re okay. 

Satoru had bought the five of you matching shirts to wear when the baby was going to be discharged. And they were corny as fuck. With dad, mom, big sister, big brother, and baby written on them. Megumi said he was going to burn his in a fire. You and Tsumiki hid yours somewhere in the basement, pretending you lost them. Satoru found them in five minutes. But here they are, wearing them. 

“You don’t have to wear those. I’m sure he pulled the whole, my wife is dying, my baby is sick but-” 

“I didn’t ask them to wear those. At least not today.” 

You look over to find Satoru smirking, worst than he ever as before, at Megumi especially, as he starts ruffling his hair, cooing over how cute he was. 

“Just, shut up about it. I thought it would make your depressed ass laugh.” 

“Toru, quit bugging him.” 

You press a kiss to Megumi’s cheek before Satoru crushes him in a hug. He’s always been your sweet boy. 

You and Satoru slowly shuffle over to the little box, sticking your hands in to hold hers. Her eyes are pinched shut, a tuft of dark hair at the top of her head. You can feel the tears rising in your eyes, quickly glancing over to see Satoru crying too. Megumi and Tsumiki are on the other side, directly across, sweet smiles pressed on their faces.   

“Dark hair, Toru.” 

“Just like her mom.” 

You both can’t help but stare at her, rustling around in the little crib. But what catches your eye is the dark patch of red on her left eye, instinctively reaching over to touch it. 

“Megumi. What happened?” 

“We think it might be a scar or something. The doctors said she’s okay though, it doesn’t hurt her or anything.” 

You immediately crane her head over to Satoru, whose switched spots with you and is now softly pressing his fingers over the skin. You lean over, whispering in his ear as you both watch her. 

“Think she looks scary with her scar, Satoru?” 

“What the hell are you talking about? She’s perfect.” 

“You guys match. A scar for her and a scar for you.” 

He looks over and you watch the realization spread across his face as he understands what you’re getting at. He gives you a sweet look before pressing one the softest kisses to the top of your hair. He’s crying even harder now, his entire frame shaking. Fucking sap. 

She curls her hands into Satoru’s, squeezing his pinkie finger. 

“What the hell, Toru? She didn’t do that for me.” 

“It’s father-daughter telepathy, love. You wouldn’t get it.” 

[planeteroticaaa]

can you write a gojo smut based off the song luv bug by kevin gates?? HES DEF AN EATTERRR

GOJO JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR PUSSY

satoru HAS to have at least some portion of his day with you on your back, knees to your chest with your legs spread for him to spend hours in between your thighs, slurping at the sweet juices dripping out your soaking wet hole. he’s so damn indecisive, constantly switching between his tongue flicking at your sensitive clit to hear your high pitched moans echoing throughout the room to missing the sweet nectar taste of your arousal oozing out of you and going back to pushing his tongue in and out of your pussy with his large hands gripping the bottom of your marked thighs.

it didn’t matter what he did; whether his tongue was wiggling around the tight gummy walls of your insides with his nose pressed, bumping against your clit, fingers occasionally rubbing firm circles on your bud, making sure she gets the attention she needs or whether he’s finger fucking your cunt with 3 digits, listening to that delicious squelching noise she made each time he pushed deeper, tongue licking, sucking and pulling at your clit. you’d still be left with your legs shaking, trying to close around his head, back arching, his hair tangled between your fingers, tugging at the strands while pushing his face deeper into your core, and face scrunched up from the toe-curling pleasure he continued to give you even multiple orgasms later.

he could never just stop at one. no, he was greedy—mouth attached to your cunt until you were so overstimulated you’d cry and try to push his head away to no avail. he was just so drunk off you—your scent when the tip of his nose was prodding at your hole, your taste when that familiar ring of white painted his fingers and dripped down his palm, your cries and moans that didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or keep going, your plush thighs that always attempted to trap his head when you came, you, you, you.

he didn’t know what he loved more, you laid back with your legs spread just for him or when he’d express to you how hard his day was and would come home to find you face down, ass up with no panties on, your essence making a mess all over your silk sheets. you’d use your index and middle finger to spread your lips, showing him just how much you missed him, clit all swollen and puffy. that’s it’d take for his bags to be dropped and his shirt to come off.

you never had to ask twice—his hands would quickly find your hips to pull your body closer to him then he’d spit down your ass, watching it fall from your asshole to your pretty, throbbing pussy. his face would be in it immediately, mouth on your clit, nose between your slick folds while he’d tease your cute, tight little asshole before pushing his thumb inside. “f-fuck satoru, a-ahhh!” you’d loudly gasp. oh, how he loved hearing you cry his name while trying to run from him, your body sinking into the mattress after your legs gave out shaking with your eyes in the back of your head and him following you down, finger out your ass to keep your cheeks spread for him because he “knew you had another one in you.”

though, if you think that’s him being feral, just wait until the day you finally gave in to sitting on his face. he’d been asking about this for so long and was so damn eager when you let him—wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his mouth when your slick dripped onto his pink lips from your hovering, gripping and slapping your ass, guiding your body to ride his tongue. he had completely forgotten about fucking you, his big, girthy cock out and hard, feet planted into the matteess, hips helplessly runting up as his tongue pushed in and out you, the tip of his nose again rubbing against your clit like it always did to take in that scent of yours that always drove him insane.

this quickly became his favorite—being able to look up at you, head thrown back, hips rocking, one hand pulling at his hair, the other playing with your hard nipple, breast bouncing, mouth gaped open. and it was when you glanced down at him, raking your fingers through his hair, did his hips runt up one last time and he came all over his hard abs, the vibration of his groans on your clit causing you to squirt all over his face. you screamed, body raising from his mouth, face and sheets drenched in the clear stream of liquid shooting out of you and all he could think about was getting you to do it again. yep, he was pussy drunk.

i was working on a new oneshot when i got my first request and dropped EVERYTHING i was doing might’ve gotten a bit TOO excited with this bc i DEFINITELY felt some type of way writing this, but then again kevin gates be talking so damn crazy in his songs i had a lot to work with🤷🏾‍♀️ — ♱. erotica

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[nuppu-nuppu]

Gojooooooo 💙✨

[thecuriousquest]

Hii can I request platonic yan gojo with prompt i 1 please and thank you! ❤️

Why, Gojo, Why?

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, handcuffs (not sexual), murder, kidnapping, controlling and possessive tendencies

Prompt Request: “Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good.”

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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There’s not a single thing you can do against your father. You didn’t inherit the six eyes; you didn’t even inherit his white hair. Instead, your eyes are a smokey gray, and your hair is a rich mouse brown. He often tells you that you look so much like your mother, but you don’t know if that’s true or not. You’ve never met her, haven’t even seen a damn picture of her.

Satoru Gojo fears for you, for your life. He keeps you in the house for your own safety because you have no cursed energy. He makes jokes here and there, telling you how the world is filled with unstable people you just don’t want to be around.

But then you catch him staring at you during dinner. Your gaze shifts uncomfortably as you swallow your food. “Daddy, why are you staring at me like that?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

You’re left feeling uneasy, but you don’t question him. Your dad has a knack for switching topics seamlessly if you press something he doesn’t want to talk about.

———

The days pass by rather slowly in the Gojo household. Perched on a couch with a book in your lap, you sigh as you look out the window. You wish you could go to school like you see on the television. It would be really nice to have someone to talk to other than Gojo, Megumi, Aunt Shoko, and Uncle Nanami. You don’t even really talk much with Megumi to begin with. He never opens up to you, never says anything more than “hey”, and you don’t press him for a conversation.

You toss the book on the table and storm off to your father’s bedroom where you know he keeps his favorite candy. You can’t help yourself. You know it’s there, and he could never get mad at you. Even when you threw one of his crystal ducks through the window and broke everything all at once, he still didn’t get mad at you.

Opening the drawer to his bedside table where he keeps his stash hidden away from your sticky fingers, you rummage around for the chocolate. A pout tugs your lips downward, unable to find what you’re looking for.

“Damnit, Dad, fucking fat ass eating everything good in this fucking house.”

You refuse to give up. Continuing your search, you go through his entire bedside table, then the matching one on the other side. You rake through the table next to his big comfy chair by the window, painfully look on high and low shelves. Hell, you even crawl under the bed to see if he has a box tucked underneath. His watch drawer is neatly lined with wrist wear yet no fucking candy!

“How could Daddy do this to me? Does he not trust me?” It hurts your heart a little bit to think that he wouldn’t leave his delicious sweets in the kitchen because of your wondering hands looking for a five finger discount.

Setting your hands on your hips, there’s one last place to look: the closet. Not having inherited his height either, you have to jump as your hands roam the top shelf above his clothes. Your hand feels the surface until you find a box hiding in the corner.

“Great, how am I supposed to reach that! This candy better be worth the effort.”

Fingers stretch as you jump and reach for what feels like cardboard. You’re able to knock it closer and closer to you until it tumbles over the shelf and hits you on the head.

“Fuck!”

You press your hand against your forehead, feeling the impact of the sharp corner against your skin. When your eyes open, you’re both amazed, confused, and concerned about what you’re looking at.

There are at least over a hundred pictures scattered around you. Some of them have one person, others have two or three, but as you comb through the photographs, you notice there are never more than three people in the photos.

You also notice that every single picture has the same person in it: a woman with brown hair like a mountain and stormy gray eyes. She’s so beautiful, you can’t help but take in her remarkable features.

Looking closer at the pictures with a group of two, there seems to be someone crossed out in all of them, as if scratching at their face with the sharp end of a pen until their visage is completely distorted. It seems to be a masculine figure, always with an arm wrapped around the woman with brown hair and gray eyes.

What’s even more confusing is how in the pictures of three, the crossed out man is hugging the pretty brunette, but she’s holding a baby.

What are all of these pictures? Who are these people? Why is a man’s face crossed out in every single one that he’s in? And who’s that baby? More importantly, why does every picture in this box contain the same woman?

“Hasn’t Daddy ever told you that snooping is bad?”

You drop the picture as your head instantly snaps up to look at your blindfolded father. When you look back at the stack of photos now sitting beside you on the bedside table, you sputter to come up with something feasible.

Nothing comes to you.

“I wasn’t snooping, Daddy!” You look back at him with wide eyes. “I was just…I was looking for candy, and I found this box. Who are all of these people?”

Your father walks over to you, snatching the picture from your hand and gathering the others to pack away. He does everything neatly with such refined care, placing the box back in the closet where it belongs before shutting the doors.

“They’re nobody, sweetie. Why don’t you go lie down before dinner or something?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room.

Getting up off the bed, you run after him. “No, wait! Hey, I wanna talk to you!”

Your father doesn’t even bother to turn towards you. “Didn’t I tell you to go rest?”

“Dad, who are those people? Why is there a man’s face crossed out in every single one he’s in? Why are you hoarding pictures of the same woman? Who is she?”

Finally, he turns to you and sighs. “I think you’re just tired, baby. Why don’t you go do as Daddy says and take a nap?”

“No! I’m not tired! I want to know what’s going-”

Never before has your own father pressed two fingers to your forehead, knocking you out. You would feel betrayed if you could feel anything at all, but for now, you sleep.

———

Peeling your eyes open seems to be particularly hard after being put in a mini coma. Oh, yeah, that’s right. Your father FUCKING KNOCKED YOU OUT COLD.

You sit up, or try to at least, but you find that your wrists are chained to the bed, restricting your motions. You can’t help but stare at the cold steel.

“Dad! Daddy?!” you cry out for help.

He’s there in an instant, and you feel some relief but not entirely.

“Daddy, what’s going on? Did you do this to me?”

Taking a seat on your bed, he rests a hand on your knee. “I kept hoping I’d never have to face this day, but look at where hope gets you.” He removes his hand, letting his elbows rest on both knees as he fixes his gaze on his shoes. “I loved this woman named Kazumi a long time ago. She was the light in my life after Suguru left, but she loved another man. She was actually engaged, but I knew we could work things out if she gave me a chance. They had their little wedding, they had their kid…and then I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.

He was taking everything away from me. Little by fucking little, and I couldn’t take it. I was there to bring her back to me, and everything just went all wrong!”

Satoru lets his head hang, hair supported by hands doused in luxurious cream.

“Daddy…what happened?” you whisper, horrified by the story but needing to know the end.

“He was getting in the way. He was always in the way. I had to do it. I had to. I used my cursed energy against him, but Kazumi threw herself in the way! I couldn’t…it was his fault! If he had just let us be together, she would still be alive!”

You can hear the mania in his tone, the high to low pitch accompanied by notes of mental instability.

“She threw herself in the way, and then I killed that bastard for causing me so much trouble, so much pain! He fucking deserved to die! I’m glad he’s dead! That fucking pig never should have been born! He never should have had a kid with her! It should’ve been me!”

His breath is ragged, and he takes a moment to calm his rage from the past memories as he relives them all over again.

“After I blasted him into nothing, you woke up, crying, screaming for your mommy. I decided to take you with me, and I took a box of photos that I knew she kept hidden underneath the bed of family photos and ones that she really liked of herself. I couldn’t stand him being in any of them, so I crossed him out.”

Your father turns to you with panic ridden eyes. “You’re all I have left of her. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” He presses his hands against your cheeks, cupping your face with a possessive grip.

“You killed my parents? You’re not my real dad?” It’s all you can manage to ask.

“You’re my baby girl. I raised you. You ARE my daughter. You might not be my blood, but you are my gift. She gave you to me. It was supposed to happen this way.”

“My mother didn’t give me to you! You fucking killed her and took me!”

You’re shaking beneath his fingertips, something you never thought was possible. Your father who only ever spoiled you, only gave you warning taps on your bottom to behave or else…you never imagined you’d be so afraid of him that you would be trembling with fear.

He moves his right hand to your chin, forcing you to look at his blindfold as he lowers it and reveals celestial-like eyes of blue.

“I understand it’s going to take some adjusting, but we’ll figure things out. For now, I want you to get some rest. You’ve had a rough day, kiddo.”

“No, you let me go. You need to let me go!”

You shake and pull on the shackles around your wrists. It’s uncomfortable, metal biting into your skin. Your father only watches, barely interested in your escape attempts.

“Let you go? Why would you want to leave? It’s not safe for someone as weak as you out there. Curses are dangerous, and you need me. You need me to protect you. I’m keeping you here for your own good.”

[tonkatsubowl]

a little toxic.

satoru gojo x fem!reader

he's all egotistical, cocky and high & mighty... until he experiences jealousy with you.

the man is fully aware of what he is.

attractive, the strongest (obviously), cunning, smart... and the fact he has you as his lover, it boosted his ego tremendously. he flaunts you off, he makes sure that the world knows who you belong to:

the baddest, most beautiful, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire universe.

...but why was it that a single man who has no idea what cursed energy is the reason why there's a tug at his heart strings?

it all started when satoru took you out to the café. it was his day off, and he finally had some time to be with you. of course, you were loyal. he trusted you that you wouldn't lay your eyes on any other man. after all, his cockiness and his ego practically told him you were obsessed with him! in truth, you were just loyal and you loved him dearly.

satoru was just a fucking idiot with that brain of his.

as the both of you sat together at this café, satoru notices his precious students—yuuji, nobara and megumi—walking together outside. you wanted to see them too, but you were too comfortable in your seat, but satoru obviously did the greeting as he got up to exit temporarily to talk to his precious students.

you were left alone, and you were enjoying the comfort of your seat and the fact you could see the four of them right outside the glass walls. you smile, admiring the sight of satoru laughing and teasing megumi while the others chimed in.

"excuse me," an unfamiliar voice grabs your attention away from your lover, your gaze fixated to a random stranger who spoke to you, "may i speak with you for a moment?"

you blink, nodding your head slowly before glancing back to satoru again. "what is it?" you ask.

"i just wanted to say i've been admiring your smile and your beautiful appearance since you've gotten here." he said, flashing you a bashful smile. "sorry, i just had to muster up the courage to say something."

that's when your cheeks had dusted itself with a crimson palette, leaving you to clear your throat awkwardly. "a-ah.. well, thank you!" now you weren't sure if you were getting genuinely hit on or complimented. you should bring up satoru.

"i'm here waiting for my boy—"

"sorry i'm late, baby." you hear satoru's voice chirp in the distance as he raise an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to pepper a few kisses on your cranium.

the strongest adjusted his sunglasses, lowering them to gaze upon the male who hit on you with his six eyes.

"ah, s-satoru," you blink, comforted by his appearance.

"who's this?" satoru asked you, resting his chin on top of your head.

the man in question looked at the both of you awkwardly, as he rubbed the back of his head. he did not realize you were dating anyone...

"oh, this is—" you began.

"i'm—" the stranger began.

"i'm gojo satoru," your boyfriend practically interrupted the both of you as he smiled, "i'm y/n's boyfriend. did you need something?"

you blink, staring at the sorcerer next to you with a bit of surprise... was he jealous? he knows you weren't gonna go anywhere but now... why was he so possessive of you at this very moment?

"a-ah, no. not at all. i uh... s-sorry. didn't know she had a boyfriend..." he murmured before walking away.

you look at satoru with a raised brow, "what was that about?" you asked. "don't tell me you're jealous."

"not jealous," he corrected you, obviously lying, "c'mon. let's take you home~."

you blink. "hey—" you feel yourself getting gently pulled away as he took your hand, twirling you close as he whispered something into your ear.

"didn't like how he made you red. so i'll be sure to make you even more red tonight in bed."

[sonarspace]

TEASIN'

a/n: sorry for taking so long anon :3 hope you like it! request wc: 1.5k warnings: italics is past! and just LOTS of NSFW! (teasing, oral - f! receiving, edging, spanking, missionary? penetration? sex and idk what else!) also not proofread so ignore any mistakes, thank you!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

your eyes are watering as you're close to cumming when he intrudes again. you groan in annoyance. to be honest this is your own fault.

it started when you wore that short dress that hardly covered your ass and danced sensually with your girlfriends to get him jealous. to you it was playful teasing, you didn't think it would actually affect him the way it did.

he's made it his mission to ignore you in any way he can. keeping his answers short when you try to talk to him. "satoru, are you going to keep ignoring me?" you say as you grab his face to make him look at you. "it's been two days too long toru. please. i'm sorry." you climb into his lap. "okay," he says quietly.

"okay? you forgive me? you won't ignore me?" you ask quickly. "okay i accept your apology. now get off of me. i wanna finish this episode." he moves his head around to look at the tv. "no." you move your head blocking his view. "kiss me first."

his cerulean-colored eyes narrow looking at you. "going to count to three and if you don't get off of me you're going to regret it." his voice drops an octave. his thumb caresses the side of your thigh mindlessly. "go ahead, toru. i can handle you." you challenge him with a smile.

he tilts his head as he counts down, "one.." your hands move to his shoulders, fingers brush his undercut. "two.." you take it as your cue to grind on him. he smirks but keeps his composure. "three.." you move closer to him in hopes of kissing him. his head falls back to rest on the couch and he lets out a deep exhale.

you feel him harden as you continue to grind on him. he lets you have your moment. he looks at you and moves in close. both your eyes dart between each other's lips and eyes. he halts your movements. "toru," you whisper. "brat," he smiles.

he picks you up and takes you to your shared bedroom. he drops you with a bounce and quickly undresses. both of you stripped. "move up," his tone is gruff. he pulls your legs apart. your need evident between them. he gets on top of you. his arms on either side of your head. he dips his head down going into kiss you but he pulls away. you chase his lips and he comes in close only to pull away once again. you pull back and just stare at him with a plain expression.

he finally kisses you, letting out a groan. his hands roam your body as he sucks in your tongue into his mouth. his hands massage your boobs, his fingers circle your areola and flicks your nipple lightly. his one hand moves down to where you need him the most. his index finger moves up and down collects your slick as he pushes in to you. you jolt and whine into to the kiss. he pulls back as he softly bites your lower lip. his tongue lulls out to smooth over the bite.

he can't help but be gentle with you until he remembers that little stunt you pulled two days ago. he wasn't jealous per se. he didn't mind you dancing with your girls. but the way you danced...to tease him...knowing he doesn't like dancing, especially in crowded places. or otherwise his hands would've been all over you making sure anyone who looked at you, knew you were his. so he decided to take his revenge ignoring you. knowing you would give in and let him have his way.

he moves down to kiss between your boobs. his tongue pokes out to trace your areola. he looks up to see your mouth parted and your eyes moving between his face in between your boobs and looking down to the hand between your thighs that's bringing you closer to your release. your head falls back to the pillow as his thumb presses down on to your clit and he rubs slowly.

"ya close?" he asks as his lips suck in a hickey at your boob. his finger pumps in and out of you. "mhm," you hum. a smile creeps onto your lips and fades away just as quick when he moves his hand away from you.

you sit up on your elbows "toru please don't start," familiar with his teasing. he could be so mean sometimes. "i'm not doing anything baby, just wanna taste you when you cum." he moves between your legs. his favorite place. he takes his sweet time reaching your core. kisses your inner thighs, leaves bites. "holy shit, you're so wet," he whispers more to himsself than you. "please," you elongate the word. "just keep your eyes on me".

he moans as he tastes you on his tongue. he swears he could live off of the taste of you forever. you moan at his confession. he alternates between sucking and flicking your nub. your juices cover his chin but he continues lapping at you like a starved man. you start getting squirmy as he brings you closer to your orgasm. he dips his tongue into your hole and when you clench around him a few times, signaling your orgasm he pulls back completely. "toruuuuuu," you whimper. "oh were you close" he mocked. he' takes in a deep breath and cheeses at you, "sorry sweets, i needed some air".

your eyes narrow at him and your legs on his shoulder pull him back to your pussy. "oooo someone's getting bossy, i like this look on you," he teases. you roll your eyes at him as your leg moves down to his chest and pushes him away, your hand moving between your legs to pleasure yourself.

he grabs your hand before you can touch yourself. "shouldn't have done that princess," he scolds. he flips you so you're on your stomach and ass up in the air. you yelp when you feel a his coming down on your ass. "harder," you grumble. "such a brat today," he comments. another slap on your ass has you rubbing your clit against the sheets. he notices what you're doing and he lets you go on for a few more minutes. then his hand wraps around your throat and pulls you back to his chest.

now here you were. close to another orgasm before he stops you. "sorry, i'm sorry, please toru, please let me cum i'm sorry." you plead, tears lining your eyes. he grabs your chin so he can look at you. "oh baby," he coos, when he sees the tears.

he lays you back down on your back and gets on top of you. tears still falling down your face he comes in close and kisses them away. he pries your legs open once more to settle between them, lines up his cock with your opening. "didn't mean to make you cry baby, i'm sorry," he soothes.

"it's okay, please i just- let me cum with you," you whine sniffling quietly.. "going to make you feel real good" he promises. you gasp when you feel him push in slowly. "just a little more, you can do it angel," he cheers you on as he pushes in further. you know he's fully in when you feel his tip brushing your g-sport.

you both moan at the feeling. he's already leaking precum as he moves in and out of you, a white ring forming around his base. you beg him once more, scared that he's going to pull away leaving you unsatisfied. his thumb moves to rub your clit. both of you chasing your high as he picks up the speed. the sounds of your body meeting loud and reverberating through the bedroom, loud enough for the neighbors next door and tenants living above you to hear clearly. "you getting close?"

he hisses when he feels clenching around him. "hold it in for me baby" he persuades. his forehead meets yours. he looks deeply into your eyes "you're so perfect for me. feel so good around me. you’re my best girl ya know. going to let me fill you up?" he questions you.

you nod "your best girl". he kisses you deeply. you hum into his mouth. "go ahead baby." you cum with a scream of with his name and he follows suit, filling you up. warm inside. you could live in this moment forever. just cumming with him over and over again.

you're both breathing heavily as you come down from your high. he trails kisses all over your body. pulling out of you, he plugs two fingers in to keep you full. "satoru too sensitive," you whisper. "just give me one more, please," he requests and you give in. he moves down and slurps your juices. you twitch from the senstivity. he removes his fingers from your hole and brings it up to your mouth. lets you suck it as he licks you and you cum once more in his mouth. feeling satisfied he lets you go. "brat," he beams at you and you both laugh.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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[sukunasdirtylaugh]

I am so down bad for merman Satoru HELP

“how do humans... select to be with one another?” it’s 6am when he asks you this, and you’re laying on your side upon a large rock with a blanket you’ve brought as Satoru lays on his back. sun dust’s of sunlight peer through the sky. both you and the creature before you have managed to spend all night together, conversing.

“I think...” you pause and sigh, “it’s complicated now, but... normally people date, they go out to eat and spend time together... then they go through a period of courting until they finally marry by exchanging wedding vows, they each have a ring on their left ring finger,” you scooch closer to him before showing him your bare finger, “see?”

he nods, processing what you’ve just said as he lets out a low hum.

“and you... you’re not promised to anyone yet, are you?”

“nope,” you have no idea why you chuckle nervously, “I... I haven’t really met someone back home to marry ,” nobody wants to live their lives by the sea, nearly all men you’ve met had wanted to live in the city, which was a dealbreaker for you. almost as if your soul, your sanity required you to live here, where you could breathe.

now at the ripe age of 23, you finally understand your grandmother.

“I might just end up like my grandmother,” you tell him, glancing at your empty ring finger, “living here, making a living off of my art, but unmarried.” you feel Satoru glance at you.

“do you really find yourself unlovable?” his question catches you off guard, causing you to shrug then shake your head in silence.

“you might be the only human which I might find myself loving.” he answers, simply and fully, making your lungs seek more air until you’ve also answered.

“and you might be the only of your kind to which I take a liking to,” your eyes meet his cerulean ones, and you’re almost caught off guard by his beauty. the ocean waves crash softly at the bottom of the rock and his eyes shine like translucent shells or pearls, whatever it is, it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

“If you promise to stay here...” he finds himself saying, “can we... always do this? just you and I?” there’s an innocence between this interaction, less being said and more being expressed through the eyes and the air between you as you nod.

“always,” you say with certainty.

[x-anime-icons-x]

[yuitoru]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

🌀 — streamerbf! satoru gojo x fem! reader | 🌀 ft — fluff, angst(?) | 🌀 cw — swearing, satoru cant pull to save his life, mentions of death threats |

s.gojo streamer!au - the first time you make an (accidental) appearance on satoru's live stream

"that guy is definitely cheating!!" satoru groaned in frustration as he ran his hands through his fluffy white hair, grimacing down at the now loading screen in front of him. the neon lights from his monitor shone onto his face, the brightness clearly way too high but he always refused to change it - as he squinted to read the influx of comments in the live comments of his stream, a certain few caught his eye.

fushtoji : 'this guy actually sucks.'

kamo_choso : 'dead game tbh'

a small scowl almost instantly formed on his face, his eyes narrowed as he stared dead at the screen. "firstly, i do not suck! that was one bad round!! and second, fortnite is not a dead game. its in its redemption arc and you know it," satoru huffed, his face resembling a pouty toddler. he spun in his chair to look over to where you where sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone. "can you believe this?? my own viewers are bullying me!!"

meg_gumi : 'oh great hes talking to himself.'

yuujiii : 'is someone there?'

"i am not talking to myself! fucking hell, whats with everyone taking the piss out of me today..." satoru said with a sigh, looking over at you with a pout. "babyyyy, make them stop..!!" he whined, dramatically hanging his head in his hands. you laughed softly, sending him a small smile before going back to your phone - however, your laugh had been just audible enough for it to be picked up by satoru’s mic, resulting in a rapid increase in his live chat comments.

user19899 : ‘wait is someone acc there??’

phantom08 : ‘it sounded like a girl..’

fushtoji : ‘dont tell me this guy actually has a gf.’

satoru glared at his camera before groaning and rolling his eyes, a whiny tone in his voice as he huffed. "why is it so hard for you all to believe that i have a girlfriend??! honestly im hurt..."

ryokuna : 'negative rizz.'

"i dont see why youre talking after your girlfriend just broke up with you, sukuna!" satoru mocked, sticking his tongue out before spinning back around on his chair to face you again. he opened his arms for you to come cuddle him, as one of his hands reached towards his keyboard to disable the camera. you slid off of his bed and walked towards him, before sitting down on his lap and cuddling into his chest. satoru pressed an attack of kisses against the top of your head, his hands roaming up and down your back. what the two of you were unaware of was the fact that satoru hadnt turned off his camera, instead only muting the stream, meaning that both your face and the way you were curled up in his arms were visible to the entire stream - over 20k people, at least.

fushtoji : 'oh shit he does actually have a gf.'

gojoswhore : 'WHAT NO WAY'

meg_gumi : 'this guy out of everyone???'

the two of you stayed how you were, completely oblivious to the fact that your relationship had just been exposed to his whole fanbase, and that the news would practically spread like wildfire. after a few minutes, you shuffled a bit in satoru's arms, trying to get comfortable, but his monitor caught the corner of your eye, causing your face to drop in shock. satoru followed your gaze, eventually locking with his own eyes from his screen, as he realised what had just happened. he scrambled forwards to cover your face and turn off his camera, letting out a groan as he looked at you.

"shit, baby, 'm so sorry.. i honestly didnt realise," he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. he knew that you would eventually be shown on camera to meet his fans, but not this soon, and not like this. you two had just been shown in a private moment - something that satoru didnt want his audience to see. he looked up at you with an apologetic expression, before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

the chats had already started rolling in, with thousands of people commenting on your relationship, your appearance... it felt awful, like the entire world was now watching every single one of your movements and all having their own things to say about it. you couldnt have been on camera for more than a minute or two, but the chat was flooded with people's thoughts.

user38384 : 'shes pretty, but nothing special tbh'

kikio001 : 'kinda expected more from gojo'

miko3 : 'i think shes rly pretty, whats w the hate???'

mods had already started stepping in and removing the rude commenters, but the damage had already been done. people had seen your face for the first time, and were assuming all sorts of things about you. satoru noticed your downcast expression, and leaned forward to reach his keyboard, before unmuting himself, not bothering to turn the camera back on.

"if you are already commenting shit about my girlfriend, who you dont even know, and wont get to know the way i do, then youre honestly just a pathetic excuse for a human. show some more damn respect, its not hard to be a good person," and he ended the stream right there. wiping away any stray tears that had collected in your eyes, satoru smiled down at you before lifting you into his arms and standing from his chair, before carrying you back towards his bed and setting you down. he quickly slipped under the duvet with you, bringing your body into his chest as he sighed softly. "dont worry, baby.. ill sort this all out, okay? you dont have to ever come back onto the stream if you dont want to. i love you, pretty."

his gentle words, as well as his soft embrace, slowly lured you into your exhaustion - you were on the brink of sleep when you felt satoru press a feather-light kiss to your head, and that was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep, completely safe and protected from all the harsh comments in satoru's arms, and that was the way that it would always be.

© yuitoru™ — dont copy, plagiarise, repost, modify and/or translate my works

[midnightwriter21]

*sigh* he’s just a girl…

[appleblueberry-pie]

Ayo who pays the bills househusbands( Yuuta and Gojo) or us?

For Gojo, I think he wouldn't let you touch the bills, if you were making the money or not. If he has the money for it, he will take care of it. You don't deserve to actually be worked to death just to match the bill that your place of living is worth. You can "pay the bills" by letting him eat you out every day and night, that's more than enough for him.

In Yuuta's case, he would let you pay it only a few times if you really, really insisted on doing it occasionally, but he wouldn't let you do it all of the time. You deserved your hard-earned money, he has enough to last a lifetime, so he'll take care of it. He just likes being really deep into the roleplay of the life of a househusband.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Gojo getting jealous when he sees his s/o giving everyone head pats so he demands her to give him a lap pillow and head pats?

Gojo grumbled again as he watched [Y/N] give Yuji a head pat and told him he did a good job with his training. He felt like he had swallowed a nest of bees his chest had been rumbling so loud this morning.

“Why don’t you ever do that for me?” He finally asked, coming up behind them.

“Do what?” Gojo pointed at his head. “Oh come on Satoru. You can’t be serious?”

“Yuji and Megumi got head pats when they did a good job. You even gave one to Toge.” Yes, he’d been keeping track. “Aren’t I doing a good job??”

“They’re kids Satoru.”

“I’m a kid at heart!”

The conversation dropped as [Y/N] walked off. Not taking him seriously. Why did no one take him seriously unless he had to get really, really serious? They get busy for the rest of the afternoon, Gojo training his students alone for the rest of the afternoon while [Y/N] had other tasks to do, and eventually meet up in their apartment later that evening.

“Training went well after you left.” He told them as he came into the living room where they were reading.

“That’s nice.” [Y/N] replied, just continuing to read.

“Everyone worked really hard.”

“That’s good.” They turn the page.

“I mean everyone worked really hard.”

“I said that was good Satoru.”

The sorcerer huff through grit teeth, finally had it, and went over to the couch to drape over it and [Y/N]. “What are you doing?!”

“I want my head pats!” He shouted from their lap. Effectively pinning his s/o down with his head on their thighs. Never mind his long legs were dangling over the couch to make it happen. “I worked hard, and did a good job, and want a reward like everyone else! You can’t just give out head pats to everyone but me! It’s undemocratic!”

[Y/N] chuckled at Gojo’s outburst, but put down their book and started to pet his head. “Gosh, I didn’t know it was that serious to you.” Gojo let out a sigh as their fingers ran through his hair. Nearly purring like a cat as they pet him. “I’m sorry if you fselt neglected. From now on, I’ll make sure you get head pats like everyone else.”

“Good.”

“We wouldn’t want to be undemocratic, now would we?”

[seeingivy]

soccer players 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which your sneaky link/situationship satoru gojo realizes he likes you more than he thought during your soccer championships 

- 

“I think we should keep it a secret. Just a little longer. I like keeping what we for us.” he whispers. 

You deflate, hiding your face deeper into his chest so he can’t see your dejection. Satoru Gojo is hilarious, brilliant, and beautiful - the best guy you’ve talked to by far. You use the word “talked” loosely. You and Satoru didn’t do much talking while you were together. After accidentally swiping yes on Hinge while you were drunk, you and Satoru had established what many would term friends with benefits? A situationship? Dating? 

He was good in bed. And at making breakfast the morning after. And watering your plants, picking up your medicine from the pharmacy, buying you flowers while running errands. And at giving you a massage after soccer practice, taking showers with you, buying you hot chocolate after your exams. Sometimes you’d see him around campus, his hand slung around a girl you didn’t know and you tried your hardest to ignore the burning in your chest whenever he didn’t give you a second look. But lately, you thought lines were blurring. He just met your family last week, hugged you outside your class, and promised to come to your soccer game. He was confusing, to say the least. 

Either way, you were falling, hard. You hum in agreement, promising to keep it a secret - both your relationship and your true feelings for him. You ignore the fluttering in your chest when he presses a kiss to the top of your head before drifting asleep. 

- 

You leave Satoru asleep in your bed, swinging your cleats over your shoulder to head to your soccer field. You scribble him a note, mentioning that the big game was today and that’s why you had to leave early. He gets whiny when you didn’t leave him cuddle time in the morning. 

Kyoto played dirty. It made you nervous. You had to get there early, practice drilling hours before to make sure you were warmed up for the game. Last year, you were benched due to a hip injury from one of the regular season games. This time, you were ready to play. 

You watch the sun rise against the bleachers, marking around two hours till the game starts. You see a few of the players trickling onto the field, joining you to warm-up for the game. Maki smacks you across the back of the head, before starting drills with you. 

Maki’s girlfriend Nobara takes her seat in the front of the stands, two streaks of blue swiped against her cheek. You think of Satoru, fast asleep in your bed and feel your heart twinge. You wish he was here, cheering you on, cheesy face paint smeared across his face. 

You brush away the thought, willing away your nerves for the game.  

- 

You and Maki stalk off to the locker rooms, trying to clean out before the game starts. 

“Nobara won’t stop complaining. She’s seated by some idiots apparently.” 

“Nobara thinks everyone is an idiot - you included. But I bet it’s that dude from Kyoto, from last year. You know, the big bulky guy who keeps saying his type in women was women with big asses.” 

“Bloody idiot, I forgot about him. But no, she said it was some guy with white hair and black sunglasses. He’s here with that girl Hana, the one from Nobara’s business class.” 

You pause, your hand clenched hard into your locker. White hair and black sunglasses. You sincerely hope that the idiot Maki is talking about isn’t your idiot with white hair and black sunglasses. Well, he isn’t really yours to claim but that’s just semantics. 

You walk out onto the field, beelining towards the stands with Maki. Maki moves to greet Nobara, pressing a kiss to her cheek. You give her a knowing look, ready to start teasing her. Before you can even get a word out, she pushes you straight off the bleachers and you fall back, against someone. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. My friend just pushed me off. I didn't mean to hit you.” 

You look up and holy shit, this guy is hot. He has long black hair, secured in a small man bun at the back of his hair. He’s holding you by the edges of your elbows, having caught you before you fell off the stands all together. 

“No problem. I’m glad she did.” 

You feel your eyes widen and Maki and Kugisaki, their nosy asses, leaning over your shoulder to hear your conversation. 

“Suguru. Suguru Geto. Are you playing today?” 

“Yeah. She’s the captain of the Jujutsu team. And she’s only a junior.” 

“And she’s single.” 

You elbow the two of them, warding them off. You turn back to Suguru, giving him a sheepish smile. 

“Only a junior? That’s impressive. Play good and I’ll give you something.” 

“Like what?” 

He takes out a sticky note, with scribbling five numbers on it. You take it in between your fingers, giving him a confused look. 

“The rest of my phone number.” 

You look up at him, giving him a gleaming smile. He’s hitting on you. And he’s not half bad to look at either. You feel someone come up behind you, snatching the little sheet between the tips of your fingers. 

“The game’s starting. Get on the field, L/N.” 

You look up to find Satoru staring down at you, an annoyed look plastered on his face. So he was that idiot Nobara was mentioning. You can’t decide if you should be flattered he came to your game or mad that he brought another girl. You reach for the sheet, but Satoru holds it over the top of his head, shaking his head at you. 

“No. Go play your game, pretty girl. You can have it back after.” 

Pretty girl? First he says he doesn’t want to tell people you’re seeing each other but then he goes around getting jealous when you talk to another guy? He stalks off to the stands, sitting back next to Hana, who was too engrossed in her phone to even be paying attention. You see him crumple the sheet of paper into his pocket and curse him for being so possessive in the first place. 

“Good luck with the game. Sorry for pissing your boyfriend off right before you start” 

“Thank you. And he’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Good. Find me after. I’ll give you all ten digits at once.” 

You shoot him a smile, before running off to start on the field. 

-  

One minute before half-time, the ball gets kicked into Maki’s face, her nose spilling red all over the field. At the end of the minute, you can see Nobara run onto the field, the two of you dragging her on to the bench. 

The other team mills around, taking breaks as the people in the stands get up to talk to the players or grab snacks at the concession stand two feet away from you. 

You grab the ice, Nobara tending to Maki as she groans in pain on the bench. You try to ignore the worry rising as Nobara holds her nose - there’s no way she can play now but can you really win without her? 

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to find Satoru looking down at you, his eyes filled with worry. 

“What?” you whisper, slightly annoyed from earlier. 

“Would you keep playing even if I asked you not to?” 

“What? Why can’t I play?” 

“I didn’t realize you play against literal body slammers. They just broke your friend's nose.” 

“All the more reason to play. I have to win so it’s not for nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. You look over his shoulder, Nobara standing to the side so the medic could assess the damage on Maki’s face. You feel him moving closer to you, his hand moving for yours. At that second, Hana comes up, two drinks in her hand and a hot dog. He puts space between the two of you, his eyes still boring into yours. 

“Here’s your drink and the food you asked for, hun.” 

“I got you one, too. A drink, I mean. ” 

You turn your back to find Suguru with a lime green Gatorade in his hand. Before you can talk, the whistle blows, signaling the end of halftime. Surugu and Hana stalk off the field, returning to the bleachers. Satoru stays behind. 

“Your secret admirer doesn’t even know the Gatorade flavor you like.” 

“And your little girlfriend thinks you like ketchup, hun.” 

“Oh, come on. Jealous? You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Says the guy who literally snatched Suguru’s phone number out of my hands.” “Suguru, huh? Gonna give him the big victory kiss?” 

“Probably. Bet he’d actually kiss me in public, you know.”

“Breaking my heart, pretty girl. I’m going to go cry in the stands now. Win the game in one piece, please.” he says, shooting you a grin before returning to the stands in his seat next to Hana. Asshole. 

-   

You’re awoken by the sound of ringing in your ears, muffled shouting nearby. You can feel the prickly turf against the side of your arms, your sense of surroundings totally impaired. 

“She’s my girlfriend! You have to let me through.” 

“There’s no way.” 

Satoru? You flutter your eyes open, to find yourself surrounded by a circle of people. You recognize Maki, a gnarly bandage covering the length of her nose, Nobara, your team members, and the medics from earlier surrounding you. 

“Oh thank god, she’s awake.” 

You turn your head around the circle looking for the voice you heard. You could have sworn it was Satoru. You try to sit up to look for him, the pounding in your head sending you back towards the ground. Before you can hit the turf, you feel someone catch you, holding you steady. 

“I asked you to win in one piece, Y/N.” he complains, his hands holding you up in place. You wince as he props you up, the blood rushing to your head all at once. 

“We won?” 

He smiles brightly, taking your face into his hands. 

“Yes, pretty girl. You won.” 

You clamp your hand against his mouth, shutting him up. 

“Shh. People can hear you.” 

You move to scoot away from him, the circle of people still surrounding the two of you on the ground. He tightens his grip on your hands, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. He breaks apart, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Let them.” 

Satoru nods at the circle around him, getting up to let the medics do their work. You can feel their hands running a bandage across the side of your forehead. Satoru stays close by, his hand tangled in his hair as he asks the medics how often you should take medication, if you need stitches, if it’s a concussion. 

You feel Maki crouch on the ground next to you, her eyes squinting when they meet yours.

“You good?” 

You nod, giving her a weak smile. She kicks you in the shin, glaring daggers at you.

“You had a boyfriend and you didn’t tell me.” 

“I didn’t tell anyone. And he’s not my boyfriend. Well maybe he is? We didn’t really talk about that yet.” 

Nobara crouches down, handing you an ice cold bottle of water. The medics around you walk away after finishing up your bandages, joining the group talking with Satoru and the coach. 

“Knew that son of a bitch was lying. He ran onto the field after you went down, begging them to let him through because you were his girlfriend.” 

“In front of other people? He's kind of embarrassed of me or something. We’ve been seeing each other for a while but he never really wanted to tell anyone.” 

“Don’t know. He seemed really worried, like full on sweating buckets when you wouldn’t wake up. I bet he’s just that confused idiotic guy type.” 

You nod at her, the two of them helping you onto your feet. The second you stand up, you feel Satoru’s hand sliding across your waist and his other hand guiding your free arm around his shoulder.

“Slow down. You can still faint, you know.” 

You wave Nobara and Maki goodbye, Satoru not letting go of you as he guides you out of the stadium. 

“Girlfriend, huh? That’s news to me.” 

“Shut up. Wait here while I bring the car around. We can order Chinese at home.” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek, before running off to his car. 

Home. He’s coming home with you. He called you his girlfriend, kissed you on the field, and he’s coming home with you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and find Suguru sliding on the bench next to you, a little slip with his phone number scribbled on it as promised. 

“Oh. Wait, Suguru I-” 

You’re cut off by the car directly in front of you honking twice, a very annoyed Satoru sitting in the front seat. He rolls the window down, glaring at the two of you on the bench. 

“Stop cheating on me! We just started dating like twenty minutes ago.” 

He leaves the car in park, stalking out of the car to help you in. Suguru awkwardly stalks away, apologizing to the two of you before walking off aimlessly in a different direction. Satoru leans over, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving back off towards your apartment. 

“Unnecessary, Satoru. He was just trying to be nice.” 

“Too bad. You were mine first.” 

 - 

You’re nestled in bed, Satoru lazily tracing circles around the small of your back. He’d brought you home, helped you shower around your bandages, ordered your favorite Chinese food, and gave you two Asprin’s to help with your pounding headache. You knew Satoru was the doting type from the fever you had a few weeks ago, but this was next level. 

“Love?” 

“Hm, ‘Toru?” 

“You know I didn’t keep us a secret because you’re something to be embarrassed about right?” he whispers, his lips resting against your wet hair. 

“Yeah.” you lie, realizing you might have been talking a little bit too loud earlier.  

“Everyone just disappears when things become too real sometimes. Maybe they realize I’m not super carefree and outgoing all the time and go running in the other direction.” 

You run your hand along the length of his chest, stopping to rest it against his heart. You can feel his heart hammering under your hand. 

“I didn’t want you to run away, that’s all.” 

“I won’t do that. I really like you, Satoru.” 

He looks down, sending you a soft smile before pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. 

“I like you too, pretty girl. More than I’d like to admit.” 

You smile, your cheeks burning at his words. 

“Your lesbian friends, you know the green hair and that idiot Kugisaki. When she got hurt, the first person everyone looked to was Kugisaki, rushing her onto the field. You got hurt and no one even looked at me. I had to fight my way there.” 

“You didn’t even talk to me in public, let alone admit we were seeing each other.” you deadpan, frowning at him. 

“No, no. I know. I just mean that it made me realize that I want people to know I’m your person. That they should rush me onto a field when you’re not okay, congratulate me when my girl wins the game.” 

You sit up, taking his hands into your face. 

“You’re my person?” 

“If you’ll let me be.” 

You smile and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. You feel him smile against you, laughing against your lips. 

“Yes, Satoru. You can be my person.”