"...you're My Wife?"

"...you're my wife?"

satoru gojo wrinkled his nose—out of disgust or confusion, you don't want to know—a little pout forming on his face. you raised an eyebrow at him, reaching forward to tangle his soft white hair between your fingers, feeling yourself getting lost in his beautiful sky eyes.

"yes, I'm your wife," you whisper, melting into his warm embrace. you smile as a muscular arm wraps around you, and a beautiful smile graces his even more beautiful features as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"i can't believe it," he murmurs, marveling at how your body fits perfectly against his, grabbing your hand with a gentle grip. you giggled, feeling his grip tighten around you as you ask, "you can't believe what?"

he exhales, slowly, awe entering his voice.

"that you're my wife."

TiredHusabnd!Gojo x housewife!reader?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme cook....

Y'all I'm thinking of.... Royal army leader Toji whose life long goal was... You. Your kingdom.

He wanted it all. Ever since he met you when you first turned 18, he was infatuated. You were graceful, kind, beautiful, soft, generous....fuck.

But life wasn't fair. He was the head of the royal army, not some ditzy prince who'd meet you at a ball and fill your little head with compliments and promises of affection...only to take control over your kingdom as a husband should do.

And was the kingdoms only heir, that was what would happen. He even heard you crying to your lady's maid about it one night while he was heading to your father's study.

Poor little thing.

Toji wanted you. No...that was an understatement. He needed you. He needed you so bad It was painful. He'd treat you better than any of those annoying Princes. He would worship any breath you took....

But like he knew....life wasn't fair.

Little did Toji know....you had somewhat of a crush on him too.

On the day you turned 18 and had the most boring birthday party, most of it was spent sitting down on the third throne your parents had created for you. Or...paid for it to be created. They hated getting their hands dirty.

Comfortable but not too much. Pure gold they said. It was becoming boring. But you couldn't complain. You were blessed to be born as the princess. The only princess of your kingdom.

So, you sat straight, chin up with a soft smile as thousands of villagers and merchants came through, giving you different gifts, gold, jewellery... etcetera.

You wanted to use the excuse of needing the bathroom but just then, the trumpets sounded and in came the royal guards. Your eyes lightly widened when you saw him.

First lieutenant, Fushiguro Toji.

He was tall as shit and handsome as hell. 6ft and 2 inches of pure perfection....those forest green eyes, that scar that slashed against his lips...his muscular physique. He was more of a man then those princes your parents have been trying so hard to introduce you to.

He dropped to his knee to bow deeply to you, his men doing the same.

"it is my pleasure to finally meet you, your Highness." Toji greeted. "May I?"

You nodded slightly, stretching your hand out. Toji smirked in a way that had your heart skipping unhealthy beats as he moved closer, taking your gloved hand in his before pressing a gentle, almost tender kiss against your hand.

Your father noticed whatever was going on between you and cleared his throat, prompting Toji to gently let your hand down as if you were made of glass.

He gave one last bow before leaving .

Now that was a man you'd be fine with marrying....

.

That night, Toji was pulled aside by none other than the king himself.

"Lieutenant Fushiguro....I'd be grateful if you didn't openly ogle my daughter." Your father told him in a firm but calm way.

"ogle?" Toji raised a brow.

"Yes. Ogle. Besides I'll need your assistance. The Duke from the northern regions will be here this Sunday morning to meet my daughter. You'll guard them." Her father ordered.

Toji kept quiet. He knew what your dad was doing.

It was the royal and rich way of telling him to "mind his place."

But Toji stayed steely gazed and nodded.

"of course, your Highness." He spoke flatly.

Your father gave him one last lingering glance before walking off.

He sighed deeply and glanced at the way your father disappeared.

Sure, your father said he shouldn't ogle you...but he never said he couldn't talk to you. Plus, he'd be in the palace for a while...

What better than to acquaint himself?

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I wanna make this a series so y'all, lemme know 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

A/n - Y'all I'm so sorry about the taglist and all but I'm so disorganised. I'll get the people from the last taglist together and then try to get shit together<3

STILL TRYING TO WORK ON THE MASTER LIST.

Tags - @flamey-comet, @smolbeanzzz, @pandoraium, @hana-patata,

Thanks for support ↑ - if you wanna be added just ask <3

gojo x camgirl!reader

MDNI

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fuck he’s late. fuck fuck fuck.

in the past few months since gojo discovered your online cam shows, he’s never missed one. he’s always been there at least ten minutes before you went live to make sure he caught every second, a bottle of lube and a box of tissues sitting next to him on his bed as he waits for you to begin.

but here he was, scrambling through his flat, dropping his belongings randomly on the floor as he rushes towards his bedroom, pulling his laptop out and logging onto the website.

by the time he clicks on your live you're already completely naked, fingers playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting and tugging on the hard nubs as he feels his cock harden almost instantly, the sight of your beautiful body never failing to turn him on.

he drops his laptop on the bed, eyes never straying away from your form as he feels around his nightstand drawer searching for the bottle of lubricant he knows is in there.

he lets out a triumphant hum when he locates it, tossing it onto the bed as he begins stripping himself of his clothes. quickly pulling his shirt over his head, not wanting to miss even a second more than he already did, pushing his pants and boxers down in one go.

satoru crawls into bed just as you zoom the camera out a little, and moving to lean against the headboard as you giggle at something said in the chat.

"so.." you begin and satoru's attention is automatically pulled to your lips, plump and pink and shining with gloss, opening and closing as you talk. "which toy should i use tonight?" you question, taking the camera in your hand and showing off the couple of toys you had prepared for the night.

satoru takes in the items as he decides which one he should cast his vote for.

there's two differnt dildos, one pink and thick and he knows it would look so good stretching you out. the other one, this one clear, is on the longer side and fuck he wonders if you can take the whole thing?

next to them lies a small black butt plug with a pink gem on the end and he wonders what it would look like close up, shining up at him as he fucks into you from behind.

satoru wraps his hand around his cock, stroking languidly as he makes his decision, not even bothering to look at the other options.

he hits on the donation option and types in an amount, adding an extra zero at the end to make up for being late, pairing the money with his choice, the clear one since its the one that resembled his own cock the most and pressing send. It’s longer than it is thick but with a slight upwards curve that'll hit all the right places inside of your walls.

he hits send and watches as the corner of your lips tug up into a smile at the influx of donations as everyone watching comments which one they want to see the most.

"so you finally made it huh thechosenone127?" hearing his username fall from your lips has his cock twitching in his hand. "got sad when i didnt see you earlier, thought you forgot about me" you pout, bottom lip jutting out as you pick up the dildo he chose, and bringing it up to your lips.

he's quick to type out a response, hitting send without even reading it over for any mistakes.

thechosenone127: i coud never forgot about yuo

theres a couple of typos but that doesnt stop the point from getting across because your smiling again, wider this time as you take the tip of the dildo between your lips, tongue swiping over the silicone head.

"yeah?" you question teasingly, closing your lips around the tip and sucking on it. “you better not”

satoru imagines its him that your mouth is on, tongue swirling around his tip as he brings his hand up to rub his tip, smearing the pre that's beaded at his own tip and using it to make the glide easier. he groans loudly when you take the dildo further into your mouth, sucking on it messily as if you were sucking a real dick, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth as you gag at the intrusion at the back of your throat before pulling it out and letting the string of saliva drip down your chest.

your drag the dildo down your body, moving from your mouth down to your chest, circling it around on of your nipples before doing the same to the other. you continue to drag it down the length of your body until your settling it between your legs.

gojo swallows, adams apple bobbing up and down as he watches you slap the dildo against your cunt, moaning prettily when it hits your clit.

you do it a couple more times before your dragging it through your slit, instantly coating it in your arousal with how wet you are. he has to tightly grip the base of his cock to keep from cumming the second you begin feeding the dildo into your tight pussy, watching as your hole stretches around the dildo, knowing it probably stings seeing as you didn't open yourself up on screen like you usual would.

"fuckkkk" he hears you whine out "you're so big daddy, don't— dont know if i-I can take it all"

he speeds up his strokes, matching them up with your own movements as you begin fucking yourself with half of the dildo. gojo's eyes are glued to your cunt as you push it in further and further, babbling incoherently as you force yourself to take the last few inches.

he hears you say something about feeling it in your throat and how you've never been so full but he's so enthralled by the sight of your hole clenching around the dildo that it’s hard to focus on what you're saying.

he close, so close that he's practically leaking, barely even needing to use the lube that he took out, his precum more than enough for the slide to be nice and slick.

"-na fill me up right? get me—fuck! get me n-nice and full with your cum, right daddy?" you ask, blinking wearily at the camera and gojo watches the chat go crazy, donation after donation rolling through as horny men, desperate to get the chance to actually fuck you, beg you to meet up with them in real life so that they can 'show you what its like to be with a real man, instead of some toy'

gojo rolls his eyes but types out his own comment, praising you for taking him like a good girl and how he'll fill you up until your leaking his cum.

"fuck daddy, m' so close" you bring you hand down to rub messy figures on your swollen clit.

gojo cums instantly as he watches you squirt for the first time on camera, the gush of juices flowing from your pussy enough to force the dildo out, your hole clenching and unclenching rapidly as your hand continues rubbing your cunt and spraying your juices everywhere. he continues to stroke himself through his orgasm, making sure to get out every last drop as he paints his stomach and chest with his seed, not having enough time to grab a tissue to cum in before he was cumming.

"fuck" you breathe out as you finish cumming harder than you ever have before.

"everything's wet" you let out a chuckle as you wipe your hand on your sheets since you have to change them now anyway.

gojo watches with half lidded eyes as you finish out the last few minutes of your live, thanking everyone for watching and blowing a kiss to the camera before the live ends.

he already cant wait till next week so he can watch you do it all over again.

i'm not sure how i did with this but at least i had fun writing it! I would really appreciate your feedback, so don’t hesitate to let me know what you think!

"Please, I highly doubt there is anyone out there that I could actually date and be happy with."

Gojo doesn't exactly remember how he, Suguru, and Shoko got into such a conversation, but here they were anyway.

Suguru grinned at his friend, "really Satoru? The world is a big place, maybe you just haven't met them yet."

"Yeah," Shoko started, "they could be anywhere. You may even meet them today."

Satoru scoffed and stood up from his desk. His chair being pushed out as he held his arms out.

"Fine! Watch this!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"If there is a god out there, please let the love of my life that i will spend eternity with and love till my last breath and even in death fall into my arms right this very instant!"

After a few seconds, Gojo smirked, "see? Nothing happened!"

Shoko sighed, "thats not what i-"

There was a sudden crack in the ceiling. The floor shaking slightly as if someone was thrown right onto the roof. Which was when the three sensed a cursed spirit and a sorcerer fighting just outside. But before anyone could move, the ceiling gave way and someone fell right into Gojo's outstretched arms.

"Oh wow, nice catch," you said as if you weren't thrown so hard to the point that your body went straight through the roof.

Gojo couldn't keep his mouth from falling open as he continued to stare at your smiling face.

Both Suguru and Shoko snickered at the sight.

"Looks like your prayer was answered after all, Satoru."

"Huh? Prayer?"

You glanced around the room before you felt Gojo's grip tighten around you causing you to look back up at him.

"Marry me."

"...hah?"

“GOODBYE, MY LOVE.”

tags: villain!gojo x fem-sorcerer!reader, ANGST, takes place during shibuya incident, ex-relationship, heartbreak, sad ending, **mentions of blood and death**, kissing, clone technique, etc.

w.c: 0.9k (so short lol)

a/n: THANK U GUYS FOR 1.4K! IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF UUUU 🧡🧡

you walk cautiously down the dimly lit alley in shibuya, where the echoes of abandoned streets linger like ghosts of the terrified citizens who fled from him. the air is thick with a sense of foreboding, each flicker of the overhead lights casting eerie shadows that dance around you. you nibble on your bottom lip, nerves tightening your chest as the crackle of electricity from exposed cords sparks anxiety in your veins. you know who awaits you at the end of this alley, and it’s your duty to protect the non-sorcerers from him, but deep down, you know it feels utterly impossible.

the flickering lights reveal disturbing trails of blood that lead deeper into the narrow passage, a dark reminder to his violence. the metallic scent fills the air, suffocating you as you sense his presence—gojo. he stands there, tall and imposing, leaning against the wall with a sinister smirk that sends chills down your spine.

“so, you got my letter,” he rasps, stepping closer with a predatory grace, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. as he closes the distance, he towers over you, his figure casting an ominous shadow that feels like a weight pressing down on your heart. his once-bright blue eyes are now clouded with darkness, a chilling exhaustion etched on his features that tears your heart apart.

“come back, ‘toru—you don’t have to do this,” you plead, your voice trembling with desperation. he scoffs, a flicker of rage flashing across his face. no one understood the anger he’d bottled up until he exploded, nearly obliterating the jujutsu leaders in his wake.

“isn’t your mission to come finish me, hmm? how do you think the students would ever look up to you?” his voice drips with mockery, a twisted amusement that makes you feel small. he toys with your hair, a bittersweet reminder of the affection he used to show. “jujutsu sorcerer failing to protect society because of a lost lover—c’mon, baby, you’re better than that.” leaning down, he whispers in your ear, his breath hot and suffocating, and you feel the last remnants of your resolve begin to crumble.

“i-i missed you,” you whisper, your lips quivering as tears spill down your cheeks. memories of laughter and warmth flood your mind, reminding you of what you’ve lost. gojo hums softly, pulling you into his chest, cradling your head as you break down into sobs. you cling to his bloodied jacket, your face pressed against the fabric, feeling the warmth of his heartbeat against your cheek.

“haven’t i taught you to be stronger than this?” he softly scolds, yet his voice is laced with tenderness that only makes the ache in your chest worse. you tighten your grip, desperate to cling to this fleeting moment of comfort. “leave that shitty place. you’ll have more freedom.”

your brow furrows, is this an offer to join him? does he care for your well-being? you reluctantly release your hold on his jacket and look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of sincerity.

“careful, ‘toru, you’re showing your soft side,” you warn, your heart breaking at the sight of his smile. he moistens his lips, leaning closer, the air thickening with an unsettling tension. “you know i never have shame when it comes to you.”

then, without warning, he cups your face in his hands, his touch both gentle and terrifying. your heart races as his lips crash onto yours, a desperate collision of longing and pain. this kiss is a storm of emotions, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. his lips are rough yet intoxicating, and as he deepens the kiss, you feel his tongue slip past your lips, exploring with a fervor that makes your head spin.

you’re crying now, tears streaming down your cheeks, mixing with the blood on his jacket as you melt against him. the kiss is both a reunion and a farewell, filled with desperation and longing. your heart feels like it’s being ripped from your chest as you taste the salt of your tears on your lips, each sob threatening to pull you under. gojo pulls you closer, his grip tightening, and you can feel the fear radiating from him, a man both haunted and terrifying, his very presence a reminder of the chaos he’s unleashed.

distant screams and monstrous laughter fade into the background, overshadowed by your guilt—guilt for neglecting your duty, for choosing this moment over the lives of others. as he parts his lips from yours, a glistening string of saliva connects your mouths, a stark reminder of your betrayal and the grim reality of your choice.

your heart nearly stops as you see gojo glitch before your eyes, his body flickering like a broken light, an unsettling reminder of the monster he has become. you step back in fear, only to bump into another hard body—gojo? you spin around to see him standing behind you, blue eyes glowing ominously, a look that used to strike terror into the hearts of curses. panic surges within you as you realize what he’s done.

“‘t-toru… what are you doing?” you stammer, trembling as the weight of two identical figures looms over you. the realization sinks in that he has developed a new technique in his absence.

a cloning technique, that bastard.

“i’m sorry, baby. i truly am.” his voice is eerily calm, almost soothing, as he extends his fingers. a bright red aura swirls into a menacing ball of energy that blinds you with its brilliance, illuminating the alley in a eerie light.

“i hope to meet again soon, my love.”