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[taurus-magicka]

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 pt.1

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[faexoxoxoxo]

ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ...

SUMMARY: when people ask how you met satoru, your response would be “at a club,” and while he'd smile and nod along in agreement, there was much more to the story…

PAIRING: bartender! gojo satoru x actress! reader

TW: 18+, masturbation, obsessive satoru...

A/N: part of my bartender gojo series but can be read as a stand alone, mostly satoru being a lil creepy shit... I mean fanboy!

It all started with a magazine...

During his proud bachelor days, Satoru had been a faithful subscriber to various porn sites and magazines. It wasn't that he had any problems with finding women to satisfy his needs; on the contrary, women at the club were obsessed with him.

One charming grin paired with a wink was enough to get anyone flushed and ready to drop their panties for Gojo Satoru. It was all just way too easy, and with the lack of challenge, eventually he lost interest in hooking ups.

Now, this particular magazine was one of his all-time favorites, so imagine the dismay when instead of receiving the usual erotic magazine, he found the latest issue of Vogue delivered to his doorsteps. A simple error on the mailman's part, and further proof to Satoru, that one simply couldn't find good service anymore.

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Sighing with disdain, Satoru flipped through the pages. “Boring, boring, boring…” He muttered, preparing to dump the magazine in the trash. With his flawless skin and exceptional looks, what did he need this for!?

Just as he was about to toss it away, a particular image caught his eye - it was a picture of you.

Nothing much about the ad was special, except for you. Who'd been featured prominently, wearing a two-piece swimsuit and, holding up a bottle of sunscreen, with a charming smile that screamed, “Buy this.” clever sales tactic, using a pretty girl like you to promote products, and god, you were pretty. 

Satoru could feel his heartbeat pick up as he studied your face; the cheery red lipstick enhanced your features, he was hooked, and the growing tent in his pants further served as evidence of just how much.

Turns out Vogue wasn't so boring after all…

“Hmmm...” he moaned softly, sliding his hands down his sweatpants to massage his growing hard on, his eyes fixated on the outline of your curves, the way the blue bikini clung onto your tits, and how the pantie strings were tied in a cute little ribbon. It'd be so easy for him to rip the flimsy fabric off you...

“Fuck.” Satoru groans, squeezing the tip of his pre-dripping cockhole. He wasn't going to last long tonight...

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Getting you out of his brain proved to be impossible. Your face was always there in the back of his mind during whatever mundane tasks he'd been doing. In the shower, eating breakfast, at work, heck, even his dreams weren't safe, you'd wormed your way in them with the same kissable lips and sweet smile; it was like he was back to being a teenager boy with a puppy crush.

Two weeks after failing to distract himself, his resistance cracked, and he looked up your name online.

You were an actress...

That was the first thing Satoru learned. Not yet a household name, but a rising star nonetheless, with a decent amount of people seeming to enjoyed your works.

The second thing he found after obsessively scrolling through your social media accounts was that you had a boyfriend, Naoya Zenin. Now that was a name Satoru was familiar with—the regular VIP asshole at one of his clubs.

Lips twisting into a disgruntled frown, he stares at a recently posted picture of you with Naoya. What did you even see in this punk? He was an egoistical little shit...

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The following evening, Satoru sat down to watch the very first movie you had a leading role in, a typical light hearted rom-com. in it you'd played the role of a clumsy assistant, oblivious to the fact that your boss had a crush on you.

Dispute the predictable plot, Satoru couldn't bring himself to turn it off; his eyes locked onto your every expression as it shifted from serious to flustered during the romantic scenes. You were good Satoru admired despite not having much experience then, you obviously had versatility.

As the movie's plot advanced, so did the romance; simple handholding turned into kissing and making out...

Every time the camera zoomed in on you and your costar, Satoru gritted his teeth, a bitter taste raised to the back of his mouth, watching as you moaned into another man's lips. It was absurd, irrational, and he didn't even know you, so where was this anger coming from!? Why did he wish it was him on screan kissing you instead!? Why did his want to punch the fucker for touching you!?

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Safe to say, Satoru never watched any more of your works in the romantic genre again; his heart couldn't handle seeing you with another man...

What he did watch were interviews; he'd spent hours getting through every single one from the time of your debut, memorizing all of your preferences, from your favorite color to how many kids you wanted to the most used brand of perfume, shampoo and lotion.

He even bought a batch of perfume for himself, spraying it on his pillows and sheets, and using the lotion as lube whenever he'd fucked his fists to your pictures.

Eventually He'd lost count of the nights he spent lazily stroking his aching cock and imagining it was your little hands, or pretty lips on him ... those fantasies always ended with his cum splattered on his abs and the sheets. Not that Satoru minded the mess; he just wished he could have you there with him instead, longing to know how it'd feel to stuff your tight holes full of his cum...

Soon enough, his phone's wallpaper changed from the blank blue to a picture of you from your photoshoot for Vogue; he even hung a few posters of you in his closet, a little shrine dedicated to his one and only.

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It took some time for Satoru's best friends to notice his twisted obsession with you.

Shoko was the first one to point out how unhealthy it was, “At this rate you'll end up becoming a stalker, and getting charged for harassment.” she'd stated after finding out about his little collection.

“Just fuck a couple of chicks and get over this one, buddy.” Suguru advised, not knowing of his blue-eyed friend's various failed attempts at doing just that.

Satoru had tried to fuck someone.

The girl was one of his regular clients, tall, slim, hot, and pretty confident. She'd flirted with him a couple of times, and he'd indulged in it, thinking, why not?

He took her to dinner and had a fancy hotel room picked out just for the occasion. But when he finally had her in bed, he couldn't go through with it. She felt wrong; her eyes weren't the same shade as yours, her laugh wasn't like yours, and the way she talked annoyed him, so he left.

He'd tried this a few more times with different women, but it always ended the same.

The closest he'd come to getting his dick wet was in his private room in the back of the club. She had the same hair color as yours, and Satoru thought if he'd pretend hard enough, she could be you.

But then he made the mistake of moaning out your name instead of Sasha, or was it Simona ? ... well, he didn't remember, but whoever she was had left him with a harsh reality check, and a red slap mark on his face.

So He stopped trying after that.

The next woman Satoru fucked would be you or no one else. Sure, you had a boyfriend; sure, you didn't know he existed, and sure, there was a chance you never would, but he was convinced, with enough money and time, you would find your way to him.

Until then, Satoru would spend his nights imagining what it'd be like if he could get a chance to show you just how perfect he was for you, and pretending like you were his all the damn time . . .

✎⁠ I'm trying to get out of my writing slump so hopefully this was a good start (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) asks are open for feedback and ideas so feel free to send me thoughts <333

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[romantichomicide95]

satoru gojo

summary: you show gojo just how much you missed him while he was away. very much a let us love gojo. not as long as i thought.

cw: 18+. oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink if you squint, softdom!gojo, sub!reader, creampie, fem!reader. finally used the “you cryin” line. nsfw under the cut

word count -> 1.8k

The familiar creak of the door catches your attention. You look over to see your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, entering your apartment. You swiftly spring off the couch, running to meet his outstretched arms. His smile widens as he scoops you up effortlessly, and you begin to shower his face with kisses.

He chuckles softly as his lips gently graze against yours. “Hmm…Did somebody miss me?” He playfully asks as he captures your lips in a kiss. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as he carry’s you to the couch.

“Obviously!” you say with a playful eye roll, removing his blindfold and tossing it aside “Is that even a question!?”

He smiles, his big goofy smile, before sitting down, keep you on his lap. He kisses your forehead, his gorgeously bright blue eyes fixated on you. “No. I just like to hear you say it.”

“Hmm, maybe I should show you how much I missed you then.” You say flirtatiously giving him a small peck on the lips. It’d been two long weeks without him. He was on some mission overseas, and contact had been pretty minimal. Every part of you ached for him, ready to please him however he needed.

“Oh yeah?” he says with a smirk, a sparkle dancing behind those beautiful eyes, “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“Welll.” you say, dragging out the word. You stand up then slink down to your knees before him. You look up at him, never faltering your gaze as you lick your lips and tie up your hair.

He raises an eyebrow, amused by your boldness. As you tie your hair up, he can't help but feel a twinge of anticipation. His cock twitches against his pants, growing hard at the mere sight of you before him. He leans back on the couch, his eyes locked on you.

You open his legs, sliding yourself perfectly in between them. You look up at him through thick lashes and innocent doe eyes. “Want me to make you feel good Toru?”

His breath hitches at your words, he can feel himself grow hot. Always so eager to please him, to make him happy. Such an obedient little girlfriend. “You always know how to make me feel good pretty girl.” He says reaching down and running a thumb across your cheek. And fuck did that make you shiver, just a tiny touch of his could have you on your knees ready to do whatever he asked…literally.

You smile as you slowly undo his belt, your eyes locked together. He groans softly, his muscles tensing under your touch. He lets out a slow breath as you pull his belt off and slowly work your fingers on his zipper. “Come on angel, don’t tease me.” He says, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swoop. “Show me how much you love me like a good girl.”

As you slowly lower your face down to his cock he can feel your breathe against his skin and he feels a wave of heat wash over him. He looks down at you, his fingers flexing unconsciously on the armrest of the couch.

He lets out a soft gasp as you take a hold of his cock with one hand, slowly running your tongue up his shaft starting from the base of his cock up to the tip. You stop there, wrapping your lips around the head slowly before softly sucking the tip.

A moan escapes his lips, his head tilting back against the couch. His eyes slam shut, his fingers digging into the armrest as he tries to resist the urge to thrust up into your mouth. “Fuck...I said don’t be a tease. Want you to take more baby come on.”

Bobbing your head down, you attempt to take as much of him as you can without choking, reaching for the rest of him with your hand, stroking the part of his cock that won't fit. You make sure to pay close attention to the head with your tongue every time you bob up.

He lets out a deep guttural grown with every inch you take in, his hips bucking into you slightly with each bob of your head. His free hand slides into your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to control himself. “Fuck, just like that baby. Doing so good.”

You run your tongue all around his cock as you bob your head up and down, taking more and more of him down your throat, slightly gagging at the sensation but never stopping. Gojo’s hand tightens in your hair and he guides you down further, pushing more of his cock in.

His body tenses as you take more and more of him down your throat. His other hand comes to rest on your shoulder, holding you in place as he loses control. “Fuck... I'm close, angel. Don't stop.”

Tears prickle at your eyes as you take all of him in. Sucking softly at the tip every time you bob up, then taking all of him in your mouth so his tip hits the back of your throat. Your tongue never stops licking around the base of his cock as you bob up and down. “Mouth made j-just for me shit.”

His voice is rough and strained, his hips bucking wildly against your face. He groans deeply, as his body tenses as he feels his balls tighten. “G-gunna cum. swallow it all yeah?”

You continue sucking the tip of his cock as he shoots his cum down your throat, swallowing every last drop.

He releases his hand from your hair, moving it down to cup your cheek. He runs his thumb across your skin softly, “Good girl.” he says breathlessly, before pulling you into his lap.

He positions you to straddle him as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your face. “You know you’re mine right?” he says as he takes off your shirt, smiling at the sight of your perky nipples. He throws it to the floor before one hand slides up your thigh, slowly inching its way under your skirt.

“Mhm. I’m all yours Toru. Always.” You lean in to kiss him, and his lips curve into a slight smirk as he deepens the kiss, his hand inching closer to your heat. He groans softly against your lips as he pushes your underwear aside, his fingers tracing small circles around your entrance.

You feel his cock spring up again as he trails his kiss down your neck. “Gunna show you how much I missed this pussy.” he whispers against your skin in between kisses. His fingers slide inside you, gently stretching your tight walls. “That’s right, always so fucking wet for me.” He begins to fuck you with his fingers, moving in and out of you covering them with your slick.

His eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe under his touch. He groans softly, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles. “You like that, don't you? Tell me how good I make you feel.” He takes a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.

“Mhmmm.” you say breathlessly., “Make me feel so good Toru. Wanna cum on your cock.” He slides his fingers out of you and pulls your panties all the way to the side, before positioning himself at your entrance.

He grunts softly, as his cockhead presses against your entrance, teasing you as he watches you closely. “Want to fuck me angel? Missed my cock so bad huh?”

He grabs your hips and slowly guides you down onto the top of his cock. He groans softly, as you start off by slowly riding the tip of his cock. Letting it run against your clit in soft motions. “Mhm? Missed the way you fuck me Toru. S-so good.”

His breath hitches and he lets out a low groan as he watches you take him, his fingers tightening on your bare skin. He groans softly, his hips bucking up to meet your movements as you slowly take more of his cock, adjusting to his size. “Ahhh…Tss fuck baby, always so tight.” He starts to push up into you, slowly filling you up.

His eyes flutter closed as he feels you tighten around him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He doesn’t shy away from the soft grunts that escape his lips, as his hips move in sync with yours.

“You feel so fucking good baby, taking me so well.” He leaves sloppy wet kisses, teeth grazing the skin of your neck leaving marks in their wake as he pushes deeper up into you.

“F-fuck Toru” you whimper as you bounce up and down on his cock. The tip of his dick hits your cervix every time your hips meet. He reaches one hand down to rub your clit in circles as he thrusts up into your sweet spot over and over.

He suddenly flips you over with ease, his cock never leaving you, until you’re underneath him. His movements become frenzied as your tight little pussy clenches around him. You’re unsure if the tears forming in your eyes are from his hand that’s suddenly gripping your throat or the way his cock pounds into your gummy walls.

Fingers dig into the skin of his back. You’re leaking all over the couch, all over his cock. “Making such a mess baby.” He laughs, pushing one leg up against your chest with his free hand and pushing his cock in even deeper. His hand tightens around your throat and his gaze falls to where you connect, watching as his cock disappears in your pretty little cunt.

“Wait baby, you cryin?” His eyes meet yours as the tears that were brimming at the corners of your eyes start to fall down your cheeks. He actually smiles, the sight of you beneath him, cheeks all wet and pussy all raw from his fat cock is the prettiest sight. “So beautiful baby, you’re doing so good.” He slows his pace down, letting himself feel your pussy throb around him.

“I-I’m so close Toru.” You look up at him to see the cocky look on his face, before the hand around your throat releases and he comes down to pepper kisses down your body. “Missed you so much baby, two weeks is two long.” He whispers against your skin as you feel the sensation tightening in your stomach. “That’s it baby. Cum for me, cum all over my cock.” And you do, whimpering his name as you feel your legs shake, toes curling and orgasm wash over every inch of your body.

With one last thrust deep into your cervix he follows suit, emptying himself inside you. Collapsing onto your chest he wraps you in his arms, before whispering one final thing against your skin….“Knew you missed me too much.”

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[ay0nha]

When shall we meet again in thunder, lightning, or rain? | S.G. (I)

SUMMARY: You avoided addressing him directly, not quite due to fear but rather apathy. It took coaxing for you to even allow him to stay and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer.

PAIRING: Satoru Gojo x Fushiguro!reader (Megumi's aunt/Toji's sister)

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

WARNINGS: Found family vibes atm, slight enemies to lovers, reader and gojo figuring out their dynamic through emotion constipation, angsty convos and feelings, canon-typical things, kid megumi, rushed ending, etc.

A/N: This took longer than I thought, but I want to take my time and really put effort into this one, so I hope you all enjoy. BIG shout out to @benzywenzymeowmeow this wouldn't have happened without your help. Much love. Again, based on/inspired by @stsgooo's post (here!). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts.

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prologue part ii

The bliss was idyllic.

Your wrist balanced on the windowsill as you lazily tapped the ash of your cigarette. The cool air caressed your arm and gave you goosebumps that reminded you that you were still alive—human. 

Your senses were perked. 

The city outside kept you attentive as your head rested back. The day was long, but hearing the taxis carrying bubbling people made it worth it. You imagined how some were on their way to find warmth in their home while others were dressed for an endless night of laughter.  

You loved how you contrasted the city; your living room was empty and quiet. You could no longer hear Megumi’s shuffling feet above you. The tranquility was still a fresh oddity. The new life created was a semblance of happiness. You traded hyper-vigilant nights for bedtime stories, cooking meals only for the kids for family dinners, and Gojo’s scarcity of communication for peaceful nights like tonight.

The privilege that came with Gojo’s name made your stomach churn. It was simple at first, pushing Gojo into a subconscious level. However, the task became daunting; an ache emerged from so deep within that it took months for you to realize he was responsible. 

You were overdue for an interruption. You answered the door after the third knock. 

“Gojo.” The cigarette dangled from your lip and bobbed with every syllable. “Megumi’s asleep.”

“Already?” Gojo feigned surprise; his intentions were obvious that he wasn’t here for your nephew. “It’s only—

“Midnight.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. On your breath out, the smoke clouded his face, “What do you want?”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He used your question as an invitation, pushing past the threshold. He was always amused learning more about you, able to store away the details for later torment. 

With a chastised drag, you smothered the tobacco on the closest thing. “I don’t.”

There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. You turned to smoking when you were young, disappearing seamlessly into a crowd that did the same. It grew into something that was seen as an extension of yourself—something nervously born only to be counterintuitive. 

You had gone to the store tonight for something so trivial that you struggled to remember what it was. The itch on your palm was a distraction from it all as you pointed for the pack behind the counter. It seemed like the right thing to do to combat stress, especially as you purchased a cheap lighter to follow through. 

It hadn’t been a comfort you thought it would be, but it was the only way you knew best to preoccupy yourself. You weren’t used to such repose surrounding you. You felt—safe. 

Now, each push forward felt unreliable and fuzzy. You didn’t like the way you felt so exposed. 

“Megumi’s getting stronger.” You couldn’t stand the idle silence, mainly when its weight rested on your shoulders. “The other day, this place was flooded with rabbits.” 

Gojo’s laugh flittered against the walls, challenging the warm breeze that swept through the place. It was apparent you hadn’t settled into the home completely; it was still devoid of personality and belonging. 

You hadn’t realized how each of Gojo’s visits revealed more. Something about seeing dishes in the sink and mail littering the counters lightened him. It was a simple indication that he was finally doing something right. 

“He’s a clever kid,” Gojo said lowly as if the neighbors would hear. His voice followed you even when you resumed your sedentary position, “He’s holding back, though…” 

“Isn’t that a good thing for you?” You were critical. You barely lifted your wrist, making a vague gesture of importance. “...and your so-called destiny…”

The constant friction between clans failed to excite you. It served as a reminder that those below them would most feel the repercussions. The day would come when the six eyes would meet the tenth shadow, and you would be left to clean up the mess. 

“It could be...” He answered so casually. You knew it’d be a lie if he promised you anything different. “...but that doesn’t mean Megumi shouldn’t reach his full potential.”

“How noble,” You cooed. 

Silence settled after the soft scoff to your chide. Often, you sat in silence, something Gojo was still learning to adapt to. If he had it his way, you would sit in rapture in his company. Yet, it was far more welcome than before. 

But the obvious question was still floating between you. 

Gojo could have entertained you with lies of being nearby. However, what drove him to your doorstep was a new sensation. It started in his chest, an unassuming feeling that he ascribed to staving off sleep. There became lesser justifications when it infiltrated every extremity. 

It had only become unbearable when missing posters began to overlap, the various faces becoming warped from exposure. The curses responsible were low-grade, but Gojo couldn’t ignore the threat even then. As they drew closer, he employed crows to line the telephone wires. Yet, he could only keep his distance for so long. 

“You’re stalling, Satoru…” 

You avoided addressing him directly, not entirely due to fear, but instead apathy. It took coaxing for you even to allow him to stay, and now, without thought, you unknowingly beckoned him closer. 

“Tired of me already?” His smirk could be felt. 

“Something like that…” You sighed. “If you’ve come here to hide more of those things—” You sat up, reaching for the dingy box that stored a gifted cursed object. “—don’t.”

The object mocked you daily, occupying space it wasn’t meant to atop the living room’s end table. Although it was sealed deftly with layers of protection, you were convinced whatever was within was alive—living and breathing to torment you. The house felt heavy with something that breathed down your neck, and praying, you turned to face it. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing coy wasn’t a strong suit for Gojo, not when he’d already hidden another cursed object just above the door frame. 

You hadn’t thought your paranoia was shared despite its contrast. For you, the odds were that harm would find you, and you’d be vulnerable to it all. However, Gojo could handle anything but never fared well with things threatening his control. His thoughts would begin to loop, slowly morphing into images that haunted his nights. 

It drove him to unassigned missions based on rumors of the whereabouts of cursed objects. The more he found, the deeper he placed them into the bones of the building you slept within. It took time for you to catch on, only finding these items when you cleaned, behind old books, in forgotten drawers, or in places just out of your reach. 

“Look—” Gojo started again, denying you the chance to argue. “Megumi’s getting stronger; you said it yourself.” He paused, treading carefully. “There will be a time when you wish these were enough.” 

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Time passed fiercely. 

Megumi grew at a pace you could hardly keep up with. His sleeping figure was becoming too heavy for your hip, your dexterity failing as you felt for your keys. Then, you felt the weight shift on the opposite side of the door. 

Your struggle ended when it opened. 

“What are you—

“Shh—” Gojo held a finger to his lip, a smile imminent under it. “You’ll wake him.”

With your arms tucked under Megumi’s legs, you held him tightly to your chest as if the person before you was an intruder. Gojo watched as you slowly regained your composure, shoulders reflecting relief and the indent between your eyebrows evaporating.  

Even over the rim of his opaque glasses, Gojo knew better than to think his presence was welcomed. You readjusted your sleeping nephew lightly, frowning as you pushed past Gojo. You felt his footsteps copy your own, closely as if teasing the thought of bumping into you. 

The home was warm as if Gojo had been there for hours. Perhaps he was; you’d lost count of how long you’d been out. Especially as your arms grew tired and the river’s humidity still clung to your skin. 

“It’s late, Satoru…” You murmured over your shoulder. Your body melted from the exhaustion it carried, leaving droplets of yourself as a trail. “Whatever it is can wait…”

Gojo had always been blunt, frequently tactless in his childish rapport. However, he stood before you uncompromisingly as if your absence was a grave mistake.

“The door was unlocked—” His opaque glasses could shield his annoyance, but his words dripped with accusation. “—you weren’t here.” 

Your hold on Megumi remained secure. “He’s been having trouble sleeping.”

Megumi exchanged sleep for taming shikigami. He was diligent in understanding the world of jujutsu. You expected that alone to intimidate him, but he was already above it all, jaded about the idea of becoming a sorcerer. 

Although young, behind Megumi’s neutral expression was immense introspection. Despite his disposition, his morals weren’t laid bare yet, but he knew he wasn’t that person. That alone was enough to weigh him down.  

As his mentor, Gojo failed to notice. His focus was on your oversight. “Someone—something could have—”

“It was just a walk,” You sighed. 

The lights streamed in from the street you’d just wandered on. It cast shadows against the mess of the place. Your stress unravelled into the discarded, forgotten jackets sprawled on random chairs. 

Every surface had some mark that Gojo indulged in. They told stories he could piece together; the stains of coffee on the counter attributed to your tardiness. He could picture how you hurried before school, toast in your mouth as you fitted Megumi’s school tie and ruffled a free hand through his unruly hair. 

“He’s fine.” You promised with resignation. Gojo blinked back to the present, ignorant to how you misinterpreted his wistfulness for further criticism. “The walks help, I think.”

“You realize it’s the middle of the night, right?” He scoffed, pedantic with his dry laugh. “All my efforts, just for you to dangle yourself—

“Come on…” Your hum was half-hearted, looking at Megumi. “Lately, your efforts seem to be only convenient for you.” 

Walking away from the conversation, you did your best to keep busy. You were afraid that if you stopped moving, your world would collapse. If you stopped moving, time would consume you. 

The Zenin clan didn’t take Gojo’s loophole lightly. He responded with a few years worth of nurturing Megumi; money was siphoned to you for his care, a place was already carved for him at the school, and any sugar craving was indulged. 

That left you counting the seconds you still had with your nephew. The walks calmed you, holding Megumi so closely. His arms wrapped tightly around your neck to loosen as he was rhythmically rocked to sleep. 

You weren’t afraid to walk alone. With your whole words encased in your arms, there wasn’t anything you weren’t willing to do. Even if that meant letting go at the end of the night. 

Despite uncanny perception, Gojo was blind to how crushing that felt. 

“I can’t see what he sees, what you see.” You continued aloud. Gojo was wise to hold back on an ill-timed wind-up, able to hear your admission clearly. “But I can feel what it does.”

Megumi groaned lightly, eyebrows furrowing from your chest’s vibrations. You paused, waiting for him to settle again. The night was almost over, and you weren’t sure how long your posture could support your position. 

“Let him be a kid.” You whispered. 

Gojo’s heart had dropped to his stomach, the curtains behind you rhythmically moving in a dance that mocked him. The few words made his fingers twitch. The thought of turning into his worst nightmare was comforted by a tight breath. 

If he genuinely desired to foster the next generation—to have Megumi be his equal—any unsympathetic cruelty didn’t have space to exist. Gojo’s breath deepened, filled with promise. 

Pushing the brief turmoil out, a lightness took over him. “Are you inviting me over for a playdate?”

“He may have a funny way of showing it…” You started. Megumi could be aloof and quiet, but you knew him better than anyone else. His eyes lit up even when he complained about Gojo. “...but Megumi—

“My head’s big enough already.” Gojo stalked toward you, saving you both from something neither of you was ready for. “Let’s make a deal, hmm?”

Carefully, Gojo’s hands brushed under your arms. Their coolness made you prickle, almost taking a defensive position as he offered help.

“These strolls of yours.” He mused. “Call me.” Any protest was lost; all you could do was nod. “I’m overdue for fresh air.” 

The transfer was seamless as he took the weight of your responsibility into his own arms. Megumi was deep in sleep, unaware of how the strength of his mentor was enough to hold you up as well. 

Gojo jutted his head toward your room, hold confident on Megumi. “Go get some rest.”

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. comforting eyes .

even the strongest sorcerer can be tired too.

featuring : satoru gojo

cw : fluff, kinda ooc, reader is referred to as 'you'.

a/n : yyeooowwchh it's my first time writing for jjk so i'm kinda nervous, and it's also pretty short too just to see how well this will go;D

satoru gojo is an individual with very interesting eyes. whenever you look at him, your eyes are always drawn to how shiny and pretty his eyes look. but, to him, your eyes are something that are much more prettier than everything(including him) in this world. he'd always come home from a long mission and opened the door feeling pretty tired. but whenever he saw you at the door waiting for him, all of his tiredness is immediately gone.

your presence is comforting enough for him. you'd always greet him with a gentle smile, and ask him, "the mission is really tiring today, yeah? do you want to eat or change your clothes first?", but he always doesn't know what to respond. because he isn't paying attention to you, all of his attention are drawn into your eyes. the way you look at him makes him feel all warm inside, it made him feel like he just wanted to ignore everything in the world and sleep forever in your arms.

but, being a special grade sorcerer, of course he can't do that. that's why, at times like this, he'd always savor the time he have with you by leaning his head into the crook of your neck. "i'm home.." he whispered at you. you lift your hand up to his head and started stroking it. "welcome home, my love."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[salaimoi]

el veneno mas honroso de mi corazón

wc: 444 ~ angst/fluff?

Gojo Satoru was the worst type of love you ever experienced. He was the epitome of a detrimental inamorato—too perfect to even hate. It wasn't because he was a horrible lover—it was because he was the embodiment of love that seethed deep within your being, even when things broke off between the two of you. It was a mutual decision—a clean breakup. You loved each other deeply, but you sought distinct goals in life, causing the inevitable rupture between you.

He was a delectable candy, causing a sharp toothache each and every time you consumed it. Even if your dentist would scold you on multiple occasions, you’d always continue to ingest the godforsaken delicacy. You wanted to detest the treat and convince yourself that it was no good for you, but that never worked, did it?

Oh, how the heavens themselves were fully aware of how he made it impossible to hate him as a past lover. Were you doing something wrong or was he? You couldn’t hate him, you couldn’t bring yourself to loathe him. He was your ex after all, wasn’t that supposed to be the dynamic between the two of you?

Your entire existence continued to ache at the thought of him being an angel even after you’d parted ways. Was he an angel sent to teach you what unconditional love was, even if there was no label on you anymore? Or was he a demon sent to taunt you so you’d never move on from him?

Please just treat me horribly for one second so I can hate you and move on. I can’t forget you. I can’t hate you. Stop treating me with kindness. Stop smiling at me on the street. Stop giving me flowers on my birthday. Why the hell do you even remember my birthday?

Your body mirrored an inferno the day you found a bouquet of flowers that accursed day. A ravishing flower arrangement with a note from that blind-folded idiot welcome you home after a long day at work. He was supposed to make your life insufferable, not light it up by giving you small gifts.

Could he think about you for a second and lend a helping hand by giving you a single reason to hate him? Could he act like every other man on Earth for a fraction of a moment and become an asshole you’d hate so you could move on from him and his stupid, handsome face? Could he contribute to the whole ‘your ex is your worst enemy’ trope?

Honestly, you’d be lying if you said there was an ounce of hate for him in your body.

m.list

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: i really wanted to keep writing for this but when i paused to begin moving it over to tumblr i realized the wc reached 444 🥹 that was completely unintentional, so I left it as is <3

(yes I believe in angel numbers - kill me if it’s a crime)

[abearrt]

I doodled satoru looking at geto bcs they make me sad

[sapphireandange]

I wanna hug gojo and tell him that he is doing great, and that he is worthy and loved, and that I am proud of him and ruffle his white fluffy hair. He deserves every mochi!!!!!

[shoutascoffeepot]

Showering together with Satoru

headcanons

when he notices youre abt to shower hes like where to? like he already knows but wants to join you.

“going to the shower, without me? maa am i not welcome? i thought you loved me!”

*dramatic asf*

he’d be the one to undress you no questions asked fucker loves to be nurturing.

the way he grazes his hand over you makes you feel like youre the most divine creature to ever be.

and you know something? you are.

in the shower, he probably doesn’t let you do anything but sit and relax yourself.

i believe he’s gonna sit us down and do all the work because he loves spoiling us, and touching us.

satoru would repeat how much he loves and adores his little princess as his caressing soapy touches linger on your skin.

then massage your head as he stands behind you, fingers pressuring sweetly on those tense points.

i believe hed do the same for himself, taking the loofah hed hold your hand holding it and use your hand to touch over his chest and abs as he looks at you

with utmost love

blinking his thick white lashes at you before leaning to kiss you.

x

bonus:

his body wash smells like lavender mint and his body oil is raspberry sandalwood with a base of leather. cozy and fresh.

[taurus-magicka]

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 pt.2

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[drowsynyuu]

CLOSET SHENANIGANS ミ★ s. gojo HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

NSFW BELOW~ jjk masterlist!!

cw: fem reader, alcohol consumption, closet sex, sorta enemies to lovers, teasing, pet names (princess, pretty girl, baby), sorta dubcon turned full on consent

a/n: it’s a little late but here it is— nyu’s halloween special! :3 end is kinda trash but this is like a week late so cut me some slack please 🙏🏼

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despite the fact that you and everyone else in the room was in college, you still found yourself joining in on a game of truth or dare as if you were in middle school again. mostly everyone was either drunk or just a little tipsy. you didn’t know why you went to this party.. your friend begged to match costumes with you, and even bribed you with your favorite snack.

one of the partygoers grinned as their turn arrived as they met eyes. “truth or dare?” they asked as they took a sip from the bottle of who-knows-what.

you sat back a little, taking a moment to think. “uhm.. dare i guess?” you said, a bad feeling settling in your stomach the moment you saw their grin widen.

“i dare you to take the person you dislike the most to the closet down the hall, and if you want to pass this up, you also have the option to drink a mixture of my choosing.” the person said with a cheesy smile.

you bit your lip as your eyes immediately went to gojo, someone who’s been bugging you since middle school. you sighed as you thought this over. would you rather go in a small closet with the guy who you’ve always found annoying?.. or drink something potentially toxic. as much as you were tempted to choose the second option, part of you also didn’t want to be even more sick than you were already going to be tomorrow. you got up, fixing the skirt of your dress before approaching gojo, holding out your hand for him to take.

he let out a little chuckle as he took your hand, standing up as you helped him up. everyone watched as you dragged him to the closest, shutting the door behind you. you two could briefly hear hushed giggling before the sound of the lock clicking. your eyes widen in anger before you hit the door. “did you just lock us in here?!”

you could hear the person giggling. “i didn’t say for how long!~” they said in a singsong voice before you could hear them running off.

gojo found the string for the light as you let out a sigh, leaning on the wall.

“you know— for someone dressed as an angel, you’re definitely not acting like one.” he teased as he eyed you. “i thought your little friend was supposed to be the one dressed as a devil?” he said with a grin.

“shut up, gojo.” you muttered as you shot a glare at him. he acted like he was hurt, a little smirk on his face after.

“you’re so mean! i don’t know what i possibly did to you!” he said dramatically, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he leaned on the opposite wall.

“you exist.” you said as you crossed your arms.

gojo fake pouted, approaching you as he leaned close, his arm resting on the wall being the only thing keeping him away from you. “come on, princess.. we both know that you don’t actually hate me.” he teased. part of you wanted to immediately shut him down and say that you did, but you found yourself hesitating. gojo smirked and raised an eyebrow as he saw you hesitate. “wanna know something?” he asked as he moved his free hand to rest on your waist.

“w..what.” you spoke, your voice failing you as you felt heat creep onto your cheeks, looking into his eyes.

“around high school.. i had a little crush on you.” he spoke softly, smiling as he saw the slight surprise in your expression. you quickly brushed off the expression, glaring at him.

“yeah? sure didn’t seem like it. from what i remember, you were always taking random girls home with you.” you crossed your arms.

gojo chuckled, moving closer as he lifted your chin, making you meet eyes with him. “i was trying to convince myself to not like a girl who most definitely didn’t like me..” he said as his hand on your waist pulled your body closer.

“and did it work?” you asked, part of you curious if he still had these feelings for you.

gojo grinned. “most definitely not.. you take up my mind completely..” he said softly.

“yeah right..” you muttered breathlessly, your heart basically pounding in your chest. you watched as his hand moved down to your chest, pressing his palm on it.

“i can feel that, princess.. your heart’s pounding like crazy. why’s that?” he raised an eyebrow as his hand moved to join his other hand on your waist.

your breath hitched slightly as you found your hands resting on his chest, trying to figure out mentally if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

“s-shut up.. idiot..” you muttered softly as you noticed him leaning closer. gojo chuckled at your words, noticing the way you unconsciously leaned closer to him.

gojo gently caressed your cheek. “you better stop me now if you don’t want this..” he muttered, looking in your eyes with a serious expression. when he saw the way you only looked at him shyly, he smirked a little before closing the space between you two, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss.

his hands pulled your body against his when he felt you kiss him back, and it wasn’t long before he lightly tapped your thigh, a little chuckle leaving his lips as you let him pick you up, pressing you against the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist.

you clung to him as he broke the kiss, pressing soft kisses to your neck. you lifted your head and closed your eyes, soft sighs leaving your lips as he hungrily kissed your neck. you bit your lip as you felt his bulge pressed against you.

you rolled your eyes as your moment was suddenly interrupted. “do you guys wanna come back out now?” you heard someone ask.

before gojo could speak, you cut him off. “no, fuck off!” you yelled out, making gojo wince slightly from how loud you screamed. he was quick to laugh as he continued kissing your neck.

“that’s something i like about you.. how you always manage to make everything know exactly what you want..” he muttered softly as he slowly tugged up your skirt, holding you against the wall as he sneaked his hand down your underwear. “you’re demanding.. in a sexy way.. makes me know that you won’t be afraid to tell me what you think and feel..” he says as his fingers slide between your folds, smirking a little when he felt how wet you were.

“shut up satoru and just fuck me..” you whined a little.

gojo raised an eyebrow as he chuckled, kissing your jawline. he found it insanely cute how you didn’t even realize you called him by his first name. “alright, princess.. i’ll make you feel good.” he teased as he held you up with one arm, his free hand taking off his belt before tugging his pants and underwear down a little.

when he was finally inside you, you let out a slight gasp. you wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as your breath hitched when he was fully inside.

“that’s my pretty girl..” he muttered softly as he kissed you to distract you from the pain. it had been a couple months since you had last been intimate but it didn’t help that there wasn’t much foreplay, but gojo was wanting to give you what you wanted.. and you wanted him to fuck you.

he gave you a moment to adjust, slowly thrusting his hips that way your cunt could get used to his size. it took a bit, but you buried your face in his chest as it started to feel heavenly. “y-you can go faster..” you said breathlessly, your face heating up as you felt him slightly grip your thighs as he picked up the pace a little.

gojo listened to your sweet moans, even letting out a few of his own. he was determined to make you feel so good you’d come back for more. he wanted you more than anything.

“tell me what you like, baby.. wanna make you feel amazing..” he moaned softly in your ear, breathless as he felt your pussy squeezing and fluttering on his cock. as much as he wanted to just test things out to see and feel your reactions and find out what you liked and didn’t like, part of him knew better and decided to just ask.

“y-you’re doing good..” you say softly, almost chuckling when you saw his eyes light up. he pulled you close and kissed you, your lips eagerly meeting his as he reached down to play with your clit. you whined in the kiss from the stimulation before you pulled away. “faster.. please—” you begged.

“anything for you..” he muttered sweetly before kissing your neck as he thrusted faster, listening to all the sweet moans that fell from your lips.

all everyone outside could hear was aggressive banging and moans from the closet after a while, especially since neither of you cared to really hide what you were doing. yes it was payback for being put in the closet, but it was also just that good.

after about twenty minutes, the two of you came out of the closet, panting and clothes disheveled.

“we’re going for the night. see you!” gojo said with a grin as he placed his hand on your hip, and the two of you left the party early.

[the-actual-gojo-satoru]

I got a tarot reading done (past, present, future for anyone who cares) and essentially it boiled down to them saying that everything has come easily to me and I’ve never really struggled and that I have unlimited possibilities but I should make sure to watch my ego and not wait to long to make a decision. (Which like fair ig)

BUT….

It got me thinking about the fact that there is no winning when you’re just…. Good at things? I sound cocky when I just explain what I’ve done or just do what I’m able to do with little effort. If I downplay my skills I’m humble bragging or seeking attention and asking for compliments.

And when I do find the very few areas I struggle in I’m completely inept at handling failure and moving on because these are life skills that I never learned.

I know a lot of people talk about the gifted kid burning out and I sympathize and agree with so much of that rhetoric BUT what do you do when it’s not that you CAN’T do what you used to it’s that the appeal to doing well has worn off? Like completely losing motivation to put forth anything beyond minimal effort because there’s no “reward” so to speak.

I can’t help but imagine that’s why Gojo is the way he is. I know people have said it before and will say it again. It’s not that Gojo doesn’t care it’s that doing work, exorcising curses ect ect literally does nothing for him. It’s just an expectation that he’s able to do it, there’s no internal or external reward for doing such things. And there’s no one he can turn to for help when he is struggling because who can understand him? Who cares that he struggles when he’s perceived as having everything so easily. (Yall know the spiel).

Which got me thinking Gojo probably enjoys hanging out with non-sorcerers, or just being around them in general. There’s a whole group of people that don’t give a shit about who he is, doesn’t know what he can do -there’s absolutely no expectation in his interactions with them.

I felt this kind of freedom myself when I studied abroad in a Spanish speaking country. Even though I could understand and respond well it wasn’t anything close to how I am in English, and suddenly around complete strangers I was on the same level of everyone else. It was such a liberating feeling I can’t even describe it.

So I truly believe Gojo doesn’t just go out to get sweets and candy and dessert just because of an insatiable sweet tooth, but because it’s the only way he can interact with the world on the same ‘level’ as everyone else.

If he’s having a bad day, he’s accepted as having a bad day. No one would question if a stranger has the right to be in a bad mood. But back in the world of sorcerery there will always be that level of ‘what does he have to be upset about?’ because whether they want to or not they cannot separate Gojo the person and Gojo the strongest.

[asurix]

dads best friend gojo x reader (in her 20s) whos home on break for the winter and gojo cant help but want her sooo bad. (Imagine her asking her dad something and calling him “Daddy” but then Gojo replies!!!)

Umm!! stop pookie! trynna make me wet my pants??? LMAO jk jk, but i personally think this was NGH sooo i had another request in my inbox anddd i think this one caught my eye the MOST because you helped me create a scenerio! tysm anon MWAA. my teacher almost caught me writing this! im writing this in school... i wanted to write it in a new way so sorry if its not like how i use to write.

GENRE: NSFW/SMUT, dom!gojo, sub!reader, fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNING: Oral sex,praising,vaginal sex,virgin!reader,daddy kink, pet names, degrading, sex talk,dirty talk,sadist and swearing.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 GOJO

your fathers bestfriend, the man that you felt close to, he was quite older than you but you saw him kind of your second dad.

''I think that skirt looks cute on you, princess'' the white haired man responded, ''you think?, it shows my clevage a lot, honestly i think ill just pick ano-'' you got cut off, ''n-no!'' he cleared his dry throat, ''i think its really...cute..dont- change it.'' he looked serious. ''a-alright ill buy it...''

Gojo was kind of protective over you...he adored you as his own. So much that sometimes you doubt your fathers love for you, but you knew deep down he loved you the most, as he fought for custody over you.

Gojo chose to live for a while with you guys, just for the winter break, you saw it as a little long sleep over, all tho it was 1 month so it was as if he lived with you guys for the month, a month has passed and you 3 were living togheter, it wasn't akward at all since you've known him since you were born. ''UNO!! i win!'' you cheered, ''i was so close!''

Gojo groaned, ''Im gonna drink a cup of water'' Gojo said getting up from the floor and dropping the cards on the table, he walked to the kitchen and disapeared after he stepped inside the door, Oh dammit, i forgot to ask dad to buy me chocolate from the store, he should be here, you thought to yourself,

''Daddy!'' you yelled out from the livingroom, ''yes?'' you heard a man voice. but it was...lighter, was it really you're father who answered or was it... you couldn't even finish saying what you were saying in you're head, you ran to the kitchen to see who had actually answered, you were hoping you'd see your father,

black hair, earrings, long hair but no you saw instead a lanky man with slim fingers wrapped around a cup from the cabinet, white hair, taller, it was not your father...it was your fathers Bestfriend, Gojo

''Gojo? w-why did you respond?'' you stuttered, you lost in mind why did he respond? is he playing a prank on me? you thought to yourself until you snapped out of your mind just to hear the lanky man say something you hadn't thought would come from your fathers bestfriends mouth,

''Mhm...well im you're daddy aren't i? only thing your daddy and i can't relate is that, he can't make you feel good...but i can'' he curled up a smile, putting the cup in the sink just to walk up to you and grab you're chin, ''and im planning on making my princess feel really good~''

he chuckled, grabbing you're ass and groping it, you were so confused, you didn't even know what was happening? ''w-wait what are you-'' you got cut off by the mans, glossy,soft,saliva slicked lips on yours, connecting like bluetooth(i had to..) you couldn't help but moan between the kiss,

''dont worry princess... i will make you feel good'' he grinned, he picked you up and went to his room, he threw you on the bed and got on top of you, ''spread you're legs for me princess'' he demanded, you spread you're legs,

exposing the wet panties you were wearing under you're skirt, ''what a sight, i bet i can make it even wetter.'' he groaned in you're ear, he ripped off you're panties of you and started brushing his finger on you're cunt, you moaned softly jolting at his cold touch,

''toru~'' you moaned, ''dont worry baby, ill make you feel really good i promise you'' he lowered his lips to you're wet cunt, giving it a kitty lick, before pushing his tounge inside you're gushy walls, “satoru~!!” You moaned out, “ does it feel good mhm?” he groaned in you're ear. ''y-yes gojo ah~''

you cried out, he lined his hard cock and rammed inside you, causing you to yelp, he continued assaulting you're tight cunt for more than minutes wich felt like hours, you felt so dizzy like you were about to pass out at anytime, ''satoru! uh~~ngh~ slow down!'' you stuttered, the white haired man laughing it off and continued fucking the soul out of you're virgin body, you're innocence relying on satoru.

''toru~ FUCK!'' you whinged, he continued fucking you without mercy, hitting your g-spot everytime, he used his thumb to overstimulate your clit, you're legs keep shaking, pleasure building in your abdonment, ''toru- i-i im so close ah!'' you cried out,

''almost finished princess'' his cock started twitching barley fitting you're tight virgin cunt, threatning to release, after a few thrust he finally released his hot seed inside you filling you in one single round, you both groaned, everything was going fine until you heard keys opening the front door, you pushed satoru out of you're wet cunt, you're combined juices gushing out in one swift move, you got your clothes and scrambled to put them on, before you could put on you're pants you're father came in catching you both

he's mouth wide open in shock and anger, ''so this is what you've been doing with my daughter satoru?!'' you're father yelled at the unbothered blue eyed man, ''not really she is kind of clueless her virgin cunt was sucking me in good'' he chuckled to himself before looking at you giving you a slight wink you couldnt help but scoff, dragging ur fathers attention from satoru to you,

''oh young lady you are in so much shit i cant even explain it'' he shook his head in disapointment, ''dad im 22...'' you laughed, ''but you live under my roof get a job'' you're father shut satoru's door and stormed off you could hear his footsteps fading out, ''i hate you satoru'' you groaned ''love you to princess'' satoru smiled, ''round 2?''

''Fuck off satoru''

[mypimpademia]

OOH okay okay can u write a drabble or headcanon set (whichever u like!!) of gojo being just. DISGUSTINGLY affectionate, like so fluffy and dramatic and sweet i could get cavities? thank you!! <3

— Infinity & Beyond

Gojo x gn!reader

TW: a singular swear word

Notes: kinda hcs? Technically just a bunch of little soft blurbs on things the gojo does. Admittedly, I haven't watched jjk or written for it in a FAT min and I kinda tried something new w this? but I hope you enjoy boo😭🤞🏾💖

Gojos really just a lovesick dork in this whole thing

⇶ Gojo Satoru was an absolute anomaly.

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, who constantly found himself brought to his knees by you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly stopped when he met you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the flirt, who never even thought to look in another person's direction after meeting you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who was always blabbering about something, but was rendered speechless in your presence

⇶ Gojo Satoru who stammered and blushed, when he finally brought himself to ask you on a date

⇶ Gojo Satoru who brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asked around), and presented them to you in a stupid French accent

⇶ Gojo Satoru who took you to a fancy restaurant, and managed keep a poker face the entire night, despite his racing heart

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who had the waiter bring out a random heart shaped dessert as a surprise, and gave himself a silent pat on the back when you asked how he knew it was your favorite

⇶ Gojo Satoru who practically melted when you took that first bite and smiled and hummed in satisfaction

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who's poker face absolutely shattered, when you offered a piece of the dessert on your fork/spoon to him, already holding it out to him

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who happily took the bite, only to think:

"Ya know... We basically just kissed."

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who turned beet red when you laughed and playfully called him a dork, because he didn't just say it in his head

⇶ Gojo Satoru who finally got that kiss he felt like he'd been dreaming of forever, and was floating all the way into the next day

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly leapt from his chest after he eventually worked up the courage to ask you to be his s/o. And you said yes.

⇶ Gojo Satoru who would literally not let go of you once he had you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who comes up to you at any given moment, wrapping around you, and hands settling just under your bellybutton before locking together

⇶ Gojo Satoru who, despite being over 6 ft tall, is often the little spoon. Often being found wrapped in your arms in a sweethearts cradle, snoring softly

⇶ Gojo Satoru who will not let go of you in the mornings, and swears he'll die if you leave him

"Satoru..." You groaned.

"Hmm?" The man who had his arms firmly locked around you hummed.

"Can you please let me go? I have to pee so badly." You fake pleaded.

Satoru has had you in his grip for nearly an hour now, and scrawny as the man may seem, damn was he strong.

"Noooo." He whined, burying his face into your neck.

"Toru, baby, 'm gonna be late for work." You told him, once again trying to break free of his grasp. To no avail, of course, especially not when his pale arms wrapped around you even tighter.

"Nooo, please don't leave me, Y/n. I'm not even working today, so why should you? Who's gonna cuddle with me? Who am I gonna bother?" Satoru wailed, in an almost childlike manner before peppering kisses all over your face.

At this point? You both knew he wasn't going to give up, especially not now. And as irritating as he could be at (most) times, you just couldn't say no to him.

"Okay, fine. I'll call in sick." You relented.

Satoru whispered a victorious 'yes' to himself, then pressed his lips to yours, making a dramatic smooching affect.

You both chuckled as he pulled back, and you swiped a thumb over his now reddening lips.

"But really, can I go pee? I actually kinda have to go." You told him.

Watching his face morph into the expression of that of a sad puppy, you knew exactly what was coming next.

"... Can I come?"

⇶ Gojo Satoru who absolutely insists on kissing every inch of you, everyday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who kisses you till both your lips are sensitive and near bruised

⇶ Gojo Satoru who suggested doing movies nights with you every Friday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who spends his Friday nights, laying between your thighs, his head on your chest and both of you wrapped in a soft blanket

⇶ Gojo Satoru who let's the first 'I love you' of your relationship slip over a dumb joke he laughed at harder than he should have

Your boyfriend was currently doubled over laughing on the ground, back hunched and holding his stomach as he wheezed.

Just moments before, the two of you were cuddled up watching Toy Story. You were about half way through the movie, making jokes as always. Until you made a stupid joke about Buzz that Satoru found all too funny.

Admittedly, you were laughing right with him. But not because it was that funny, but because his laugh was so ugly.

It was somewhere between a wheeze and and the sound a zipper makes when you run a pencil across it, mixed with gasps of air in between.

You both had tears in your eyes as you began to finally calm down, catching your breath in gulps.

"Ahh, God that was too funny. This is exactly why I love you." Satoru sighed.

You both sat in silence, taking in what he had just said before you both glanced at each other, eyes blown wide.

Satoru's face was flushed pink. He didn't regret saying it, because it was true. But confident as he normally was, he wasn't sure if that was something you were ready for yet.

"Wait- I'm sorry– I didn't mean to say th—"

Before he could get another word out, you bent over and sealed his lips with yours.

"I love you too." You told him.

Satoru's face relaxed, before shaping itself into a dorky smile.

"To infinity and beyond?" He asked you, conveniently uttering it at the same time Buzz did in the movie.

You both laughed at, before giving each other one more kiss.

"To infinity and beyond, Gojo Satoru."

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edit: cheating fic ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ smut only fic

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If you’re up for another alphabet, how about the white haired menace Gojo? 😆 His partner will be craving peace forever ♾

Oh boy, another alphabet lol. But no, I really do love making these, but they do take a super long time. Thank you so much for requesting, anon! <33

Fluff Alphabet with Satoru Gojo

Pairing - Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 2,835

Notes - inspired by this post. I LOVE GOJO omg. This was so much fun to write, thank you so much for the request, anon and I hope I didn't mess it up! <3

have a great day/night everyone and don't forget to stay hydrated!! <3333

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think Gojo would love to just chill around the house. That or go on spontaneous little trips. It really depends with this little rat.

One day, he would just like to chill with you at home, eating food and watching cheesy movies, while the next, he'll be pulling the sheets off of you at two in the morning saying how he wants to go on a road trip.

And if you're a sorcerer, he would absolutly love training with you, even if it is just to brag about how strong he is.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Gojo would love your voice. He's a super talkative guy, so when you get to talking, especially a lot, he would absolutely melt.

He would also love the way you present yourself. Just how you walk around with him or even alone, he's just obsessed.

And because it's Gojo, he would obviously love how much you love him. He can't get over the way you pet his hair or tell him how beautiful his eyes are. He turns into a little puppy.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Cuddles.

Cuddles.

Cuddles.

You cannot tell me that this man's love language isn't physical touch. He knows that if you're having a bad day, the best way he can think to cheer you up is pulling you into his long arms, running his fingers through your hair and waiting for you to tell him what's up.

He's not the best at cheering someone up through words, so he'll usually just listen to you and then take you to get some food or something. Because let's be real, food helps with everything.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Gojo could never see himself growing apart from you. He definitely wants a pet of some sort and knows that he wants to live with you forever, even if marriage isn't in the equation. He always does see you being a major part of his life though.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Gojo acts like the dominant one, but it's most definitely you. I mean, you would have to order for him at McDonalds, let's be real.

But other than that, the relationship is pretty equal. Gojo doesn't see himself better than you in any certain aspect except for strength and because of that, he becomes dominant whenever he feels like he needs to protect you. So if there is a situation where you need help or are in a lot of danger, his goody act disappears and he will go into complete serious mode to save your life.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

This man is such a baby. If the two of you get into a fight, he will get super pouty (if you've seen Haikyuu when Bokuto goes into emo mode, it's a lot like that). He will cross his arms and pout at you, saying that he's waiting for an apology. He also always thinks he's right for some flipping reason, so he is like an impossible toddler.

He would be awful at forgiving. And apologizing. It would always end with "I guess". You would have to step up as the mature one and try to figure stuff out, but Gojo, being the baby he is, would make it pretty impossible.

Arguments wouldn't last long though. They always last like a day of some pouting and then he gets mad that you aren't hugging him, so it always ends with a really long cuddle session on the couch.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Gojo loves you more than anything, but I don't think he notices some things you do for him most of the time.

You'll take care of him after a long day by healing him up if he got injured and giving him a bath, but he doesn't really notice it until it dawns on him and he goes through this whole crush on you phase all over again.

After that, he is so thankful that your his and vise versa.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

This man overshares. He will tell you his whole day inside and out, but he will not bring up the past (I haven't read the manga, so I don't really know about his past, but I know it's pretty spicy I think???). He doesn't even drops hints. He'll just tell you his entire day and that's it. You don't know about his past before he met you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think Gojo taught you how to be more laid back. You were always so serious and working, but he brought you out of it, that smile, that laugh, he was such a goofball that it was contagious, and for that you are thankful.

I don't think he changed all that much when he met you, but I think you may have helped him be a little bit more mature, but let's be real, you just speak for the man baby now. But you love him more than the world, so it doesn't matter.

You did make him happier though. Much happier. He couldn't imagine a life without you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

In his heart, he thinks that he is a very composed guy when it comes to that kind of stuff, but he definitely isn't. The man will lose it when he sees you talking to another dude.

I think, back to the pouty thing, he would get really upset. He would ask what you were doing with that dude, and it doesn't matter what answer you give, he still get's a little misty eyed with his bottom lip poking out and quivering.

And if he saw you talking to another sorcerer who could protect you, for example, Nanami, he would just be pissed at that point. It's one thing if it's just a dude, but someone who has the capacity to protect you when that's his job? He hates it. He wants to be the only one who can protect you, no one else should even think that they could. Which leads him to get jealous when he sees someone help you fight. It really gets under his skin.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

*breathes heavily* *slams hands on the table*

Gojo is the best kisser in the world. Change my mind.

Have you seen his lips in the anime?! So... glossy. Like gurl, lemme have a smooch.

The way that his lips just brush against yours. I am going feral rn.

But he would be hot on purpose. I mean, he is a menace.

He would either bring his lips only inches from yours or inches away from your ear, letting his warm breath brush against you and you finally bring your lips to his as his tongue slowly slides in, making you absolutely melt.

I need to move on before I absolutely lose my mind oml.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He would just say it.

To your face.

Simply.

"Hey," Gojo stopped, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm like... in love with you... I think?" You froze, turning to him. "Wh-What? You can't just drop that on someone, Satoru." "I'm serious though!" Gojo put his arms up in defense and you just giggled, grabbing his hand to continue your walk.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I'm going to be honest, I don't think Gojo would think about marriage. He knows he wants you in his life forever, but he won't consider marriage until you bring it up. Then he's all over the idea. He would want a big cheesy wedding with all of his friends and just make it so over the top and goofy, but he would just be crying the whole time the moment he sees you walk the aisle. Would 100% shove the cake in your face.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

This buttface would have the goofiest nicknames for you. Goober, cupcake, four eyes (if you wear glasses), red or ginger (if you have red hair), goldilocks (if you have blonde hair), doofus, dork, cutie pie, cutie patooty, etc. He's a menace and you definitely have more than one nickname.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Absolutely over the moon for you. He would constantly wrap his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug.

It is way too obvious for others. They see the way he looks at you, even if you're just sitting and doing work.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

This man is not shy to kiss you in front of 200+ people. He will tell everyone and everything about his relationship. He never fails to mention you in conversation. He definitely brags about you saying how cute you are or smart you are or strong you are.

If anything, a crowd makes him want to kiss you more, showing everyone that you two are together and you are not up for grabs.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

The best cuddles and best attitude. He also knows just how to cheer you up.

He will cuddle you after a super long day, immediately making that tension in your neck vanish. Then he'll take you out for food.

His positive attitude can always help whenever you're down and he is always the guy you want to see first thing when you wake up in the morning or get back from work.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

HE IS SO CHEESY.

Gosh, this was a really long time ago I either wrote something or just came up with something that he would have that stupid trail of rose petals leading to the room to find him in his boxers and a pair of thigh highs as he does the eyebrow raise and the "been waitin for you to get home".

He would buy you chocolate and take you out places (nothing fancy though). He would rather go bowling as a date than to a fancy restaurant (which, like, same). So he is super romantic in a cheesy way whilst being creative, which makes going out with him the best time.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

I think you are both very separate when it comes to goals. You are okay with doing your own thing and he's fine with doing his. If anything, it's better that way.

But he'll ask how it's been going and he'll be super supportive. He will never step in though. He doesn't want to ruin your momentum, he'll just leave you alone and watch from a distance with a big smile on his face.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

This relationship is dependent on the craziest things. Skydiving? Yes. Trips to different countries? Yes. Going to theater shows"? Absolutely.

There is never really a routine unless they have work, but even then, he'll find a way to surprise you with something new. He loves spontaneous things and it's even better to try them with the person he loves most.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Sure, Gojo may be good at cheering you up, but emotions? Nah. This man cannot get a hold of what you could be feeling. It's confusing to him. He doesn't want to mess anything up, so if it's super serious, the most he can provide is a pat on the back and a big hug. He is still trying to learn what you could be feeling at certain times, and it's hard for him to deal with you when you are super down because he is happy and optimistic most of the time.

And I think that his emotions can be heavily based on yours, so when you're down, he's down.

And if you are someone who has a period, good luck trying to explain that to him.

He is trying though. He is more than willing to learn and will be very loving about it, my sweet little rat.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Gojo did not realize how much he needed you before you showed how much you needed him. He needs you in order to keep his life happy and rolling. He didn't realize that without you, he literally can't operate.

You went on a trip to visit your family one time and his whole world felt empty. He couldn't get his day ready because he was so used to you being there. It's not like you were doing everything for him, but the little you did provide made a big difference in his life.

He values you more than life itself and will take 20 bullets to protect you and keep you in his life.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. (in my case, a mini fic)

"Oh god," you cringed with a little giggle. "I could not watch that movie. It's so stupid." "Really?!" Gojo nearly knocked his drink over with his goofy, over the top, hand motions. "Yeah," you stirred the food in the pan and turned over to Gojo, who was standing at the counter. "It's so bad." "It's not that bad." "It's pretty bad." "You're so stinky." "Says you."

Gojo walked up to you, pressing a kiss on your nose. You turned back to the food you were cooking as Gojo watched from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist. He could fall asleep on you like that.

"I love you, y/n." "It's rare that I hear you say my name. I'm used to stupid nicknames." "Yeah, well I like saying your name." You turned back to Gojo, your lips only centimeters apart from his. "Then you should say it more often." He pressed his lips to yours, never wanting to pull away.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

YES!

This man cannot keep his hands off of you. There is always a moment when the two of you are together that he has his hand on your hip or around your shoulder. I don't ever see him without his hand at least touching your hand or something.

He loves kisses and cuddles and just having his body pressed to yours. It helps him sleep at night and that's what he loves the most.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will cry. I just see it.

As I said earlier, he can't sleep without you cuddling him, so that would be the hardest thing for him. He needs your weight on the bed. You offered to get him a weighted blanket, but it's just not the same.

The whole world feels empty when you're gone and it's kind of hard for him to handle. Oh what a sweetheart.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Gojo will do ANYTHING for you. When he realizes how much he needs you, he will do anything. He will protect you, he will use his strength. He will even let you go if he needs to. As long as you're still in his life. He needs to know that you'll still be there with him. Even if you have to break up, he will do anything to keep you happy. He needs to see that smile.