GOJO SATORU X FEM READER

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO SATORU x FEM READER

Gojo “my girl is mad at me I hope I die” Satoru

wc — 600

tags — fluff, companion piece to modern intimacy so you’re also married in this one, love as annoyance 

Gojo looks like he tried to drown himself in the shower. 

If you hadn’t just mopped the floor, you might be tempted to give in and beckon him over to cuddle. As it is, your annoyance is only mildly tempered by how adorable he is. You suspect this was his plan all along. 

“Go dry your hair,” you tell him coldly, hardly even giving him a glance after his first step into the room. 

He pouts, which you were expecting. He should really learn some new tricks at this point. You make a shooing gesture at him to drive home the point. 

Instead, he clambers down next to your feet, all six feet and two inches of him compressed down to fit his head into your lap. Gojo’s so lanky it gives you the impression of a Jenga tower collapsing in on itself to watch him get on his knees. 

“But you’re mad at me,” he whines. Chilly droplets are seeping into your thighs. 

“I’ll be madder if you keep getting my pants wet. Go on, you’ll catch a cold.” 

“I deserve it.” 

“Gojo.” 

You say it as if you’re short of patience, when really, you’re far from it. You’re enjoying this way too much. 

He turns his head so he can look up at you. His hair falls into his eyes, making him look like a sad, wet puppy, shivering at your feet for mercy. It’s an act, of course. 

He’s the strongest man in the world. Still, you feel your heart melting as you would for any poor abandoned creature. You brush his bangs out of his face, trying to hold onto your weakening resolve. 

He knows he’s got you. It’s just a matter of time. 

“I can’t live with myself,” he says. “If you’re going to be mad at me, you should just kill me. It would be easier-“ 

“Don’t be dramatic,” you say, but that’s when he strikes the killing blow. 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just looks at you with eyes that are suspiciously shiny, his pretty pink lips in a soft frown. You sigh and put the book you were trying to read down. 

“Go get the hairdryer.” 

Gojo perks up immediately. You stay on the sofa. He sits on the ground between your legs as you run your hands through his hair, moving section by section. It fluffs up as hot air moves over it. 

“Are you still mad?” 

“Want to take a guess?” 

He turns around so fast he almost hits himself in the face with the hairdryer in your hand. 

“I’ll never do it again, I swear.” 

“You swear?” You’re teasing. 

Gojo places one hand over his heart and raises the other like he’s making a pledge. You’re the only nation he’d ever devote himself to, anyway. “You know my motto is happy wife, happy life.” 

“I don’t know, actually.” You laugh. “Did you just come up with that?” 

“Now you’re just being mean,” he says. 

“I’m glad you picked up on it,” you say dryly. 

You like him pathetic. It appeals to your worst nature, the one that kind of wants to pinch him just to see him cry. You don’t know when you developed such feelings, and you’re certainly not sadistic towards anyone else, but Gojo just provokes you. It’s what he does. He’s good at being annoying. 

But you love that part of him, just as much as you love the part of him that can’t live without your attention. 

“You really learned your lesson?” You ask. “You won’t do it again?” 

“And go through this again? You kidding?” 

You pinch his cheek in annoyance, but he just laughs and wraps his arms around you, ignoring the way you try to wriggle away. 

“Your hair isn’t dry yet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, rubbing his cheek against yours. His shampoo smells good. “Happy husband, happy wife.” 

He knows you too well for you to disagree. 

sizzzzzzzzle szz tshhhhchhh *sound of yakiniku*

Satoru Gojo x Reader Masterlist:

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Main series:

You’re blessed with immense amounts of cursed energy, a pretty cool lightning based innate technique, and yet all he does is call you dumb nicknames and make fun of your height. Set during 2006-2009.

Rest. (Gojo does this, sometimes. Just hang out and exist in your space.)

Morning. (You wake up after Gojo spends the night.)

School Trip. (Jujutsu High’s Monster Trio are out on a mission.)

Crush. (Gojo has come to a realization. He makes this Geto’s problem.)

Not A Crush. (Shoko confronts you, you’re not sure what about.)

Late Night. (Konbini run leads to small reveals.)

Preliminary Events.(Tokyo Jujutsu High gets an unexpected visitor.)

Exchange Event. (It’s time for the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.)

Jealousy. (Exchange Event. Day two.)

Right time. Right one. (Gojo has to cope with his decisions.)

Calm. (Gojo and Sparky’s fun day out.)

After Hours. (It all started to go wrong about a week ago.)

Long Drive. (In progress. Coming soon)

One Offs:

Home. (Gojo’s back from a long mission and all he wants is some alone time with you. 2018)

Feral. (Something has happened to Satoru Gojo, and the longer it goes for the more concerned you’re becoming. ~2006-2007)

Firsts. (Explicit. Minors DNI. The tension that had been simmering between the both of you for the past couple years finally boils over. ~2008-2009)

Scars. (Explicit. Minors DNI. You lean up on your elbow, unable to hold yourself back, pressing your lips to the small scar by his hairline. Silently thanking him for coming back from the dead.~2017)

Three-part Prey series:(~2016)

Prey. (Reader encounters her natural enemy. Gojo saves the day.)

Recovery. (Shoko’s very long, very tiring, very bad week.)

Reunion. (Gojo is back from his mission. Him and reader catch up.)

Drabbles and Headcanons

in this rooms lies a gojo satoru. he's laying on his bed — on his stomach to be exact — kicking his feet back and forth in a perfect rhythm. his phone is pressed firm on his ear. he's relishing in the way you're rambling about your day. although satoru doesn't understand who the "stupid bitch that took the lipbalm i saw first" is, he'll give his support to you.

all it takes to make satoru's day better is one thing and that is you. he doesn't have much to say other than "mhm" or "yes baby" until he did. one miraculous question from your side awakened him from auto-response mode.

"oh, by the way, can you open up 'toru?"

satoru sits up, crossing his legs together as he sighs, "you know, it all happened when i was born — everything just tumbled down."

"satoru, honey," you interrupt him.

"yeah?"

"i meant the door. the door, satoru. i'm outside your house."

it takes not a second before he hangs up. a cartoon-like red colour rises to the tips of his ears. he's... embarrassed to say the least! hopefully you'll forget it happened.

“she’s my girlfriend,” “ah, my girlfriend got it for me, “my girlfriend recommended me this,” “oh actually, my girlfriend did this before,”

gojo satoru includes you in every possible conversation that he holds. the topics could be about the most boring stuff, but trust, that man will find a way to drop your name.

it happens subconsciously most of the time; that’s how deeply engraved your existence is in his brain. every single thing he does somehow reminds him of his girlfriend. satoru could be washing the dishes and he’ll still be able to think about you—probably about how your glossy lips looked when they were wrapped around the silver spoon he was now holding onto.

was it a bad habit? not that he thinks so. it just showed how strong his love for you was. although to others it may seem extremely bothersome or annoying. it’s partially understandable: all they want is to hold a normal chat, yet satoru always manages to ramble about how his girlfriend had done this or that. sometimes it’d actually be relevant to the topics being discussed, at other times he just drops your name because.. well, he simply can.

could it be considered pathetic to love someone that much? never to him. many of the people around satoru have noticed the changes he has gone through since meeting you; how he’ll turn into the quitest person alive just to be able to hear you speak more freely, how he’ll let you order him around which he usually dislikes, how he’ll ignore any important appointments simply for the sake of spending more time with you. the changes are there and they are definitely more than visible. both through his actions and words.

‘to be loved is to be changed,’ and apparently even the strongest cannot withstand the changes that the emotion called love brings along.

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