Gojo Is A Pathetic Driver. He Can't Drive

Gojo is a pathetic driver. he can't drive

No he would be like "I swear I'm good at driving just trust me!" then get overly excited and accidentally swerve over the divider into oncoming traffic.

You know how people sometimes wear sweatpants with their last name written across the butt?

Imagine Gojo's reaction to seeing you wear them.

Like, the man loves them, because now he has an excuse to stare at your ass.

You: Eyes up perv.

Him: But I'm just reading what your pants say!

You: For five minutes?

Him: What can I say, I'm a slow reader

You: *face palms*

And if you get a pair with his last name on them as a prank because you know how much he loves it when you wear the pair you already have, well damn.

If you thought he was a horny mf before, you should see him now. The sight of his last name, written across your ass, proclaiming to all that you're his scratches some feral protective itch in him that he didn't even know he had.

And so what if it makes him unbelievably hard? It's your fault. You were trying to prank him.

All you got out of this was a new kink discovered, leading to him gifting you with a variety of pieces of clothing with "GOJO" written on it in bold letters.

Well, that, and a boyfriend that was determined to marry you, so the two you could talk about tattooing Gojo onto your body somewhere.

should've changed the user to lee's dumbass brain girl do u ever think critically 😭

I THINK THIS WAS AFFECTIONATE BUT PLZ STOP WITH THE HATE I'M SMART I SWEAR

Thinking about Gojo, who gets turned on watching you eat a cherry lollipop.

Gojo, who shamelessly stares when you insert the sugary treat into your mouth, rolling it from cheek to cheek.

Who can't help but to be a little jealous of that sucker.

Who can't stop fantasizing about your lips, tinted a delicate shade of red from the dyed sugar.

Who pins you against a wall and devours you, spurred on by the residual sweetness lingering on your tongue.

Who starts leaving cherry lollipops on your desk daily because he "likes the way they taste"

Who, when you tell him to just eat it himself if he loves the taste so much, pouts, and tells you that it's better when you're the one to eat it.

Who, even when you're sick and tired of cherry lollipops, begs you to eat it because the way the sugar mingles in your mouths when you kiss is such a turn on for him.

Gojo Satoru, who no longer can look at a cherry lollipop without his mind going to perverse places.

First and Last Love (Gojo x Reader)

Second part of the you die in Shibuya mini-series

CW: Mentions of blood, gore, death, disassociation due to trauma, angst, season two spoilers, pretty much stated past satosugu

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It was only logical to send you in first. Shibuya was obviously a trap, and one of your cursed techniques allowed you to alter your appearance to look like others. So naturally as the second strongest sorcerer who could impersonate the strongest, you were sent in to evaluate the situation.

That didn’t mean that Gojo liked it. He knew you were strong, but something about this situation made him uneasy. You had laughed, reassuring him that he was always uneasy when the two of you were separated. And while he supposed that was true, that didn’t make his separation anxiety unfounded.

Especially because much more than the agreed upon thirty minutes had already passed. And still, there was no sign of you. Turning to Yaga he opened his mouth.

“Go.”

Yaga sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know there’s no stopping you. Just…be careful. Please. Just use your brain for once in your life.”

But Gojo was already gone, teleported off to Shibuya. It was child’s play for him to deal with the transfigured humans that Mahito had left scattered in his path so it was mere minutes before he entered the underground station.

He frantically searched for you, yet he couldn’t sense your cursed energy. Desperation took over, and logic and caution fell to the wayside. He was careless, destroying every curse in his path until he came across a strange cube. 

A prison realm. Realizing what it was, he turned and was about to leave the area when something was tossed from behind him, landing with a grotesque splat before him. 

It was a finger, but why…

His world stopped. He couldn’t breathe. Because that finger, that ring finger, had two very familiar rings on it.

The one with the gorgeous alexandrite stone set in rose gold was the engagement ring that he so painstakingly selected for you.

The other was a simple gold band. Its twin currently rested on his own ring finger.

It couldn’t be. His chest felt tight and his vision blurred. What was that finger doing detached from your body? You were fine though. It was just a finger. Shoko could reattach it.

Gently removing the rings from the finger, he pocketed them and turned to confront whoever it was that had tossed it.

He blinked. Once. Twice.

This couldn’t be happening. This was all a dream. He was going to wake up in your shared bed with you in his arms. Safe. Alive. Well.

Uncontrollable hysteria bubbled in him, denial already setting in.

Because really, there was no possible way that his first love was proudly holding up the mangled corpse of the last person he would ever love.

Your limp hand dangled towards the ground, your elbow twisted at an unnatural angle, but all he could focus on was the bloody stub where your left ring finger used to be.

Slowly his eyes trailed upwards, running over your broken and bruised form.

When he finally met your eyes, your dull and lifeless eyes, he began to disassociate from reality.

He had held it together for so long, but seeing the spark absent from your beautiful eyes, replaced instead by a cloudy film was too much for him.

He stood there dumbly, unable to think, feel, or do anything.

He just felt…empty.

The prison realm swallowed him whole, but he found himself unable to care.

The only thing occupying his head was the cruel irony of it all.

His first love had killed his last.

Itadori's quiet "Kugisaki" just broke me in so many ways.