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guys this is urgent! i was in the middle of reading that fic where reader had just had gojo’s child so he’s obsessed with drinking her breast milk and she finally let him (because she is getting too sore from pumping)

then i had to visit my fam and tumblr refreshed after 😭 PLEASE ANYONE help me, tag me, say the name !

firm believer this is real

soft dom gojo 💔

Sypnosis - Gojo being a soft dom, that's it, that's the tweet.

Warning(s) - suggestive themes, foul language, THIS PIECE IS LITERALLY ABOUT GOJO BEING A SOFT DOM EXPECT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

A/N - Thank you Anon...as if I don't already think about this man an unhealthy amount.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!Soft Dom Gojo, who treats you with so much respect. He treats you as if you’re the woman who hung the moon and the stars, as if you’re the woman responsible for all of creation. To him, you are absolutely everything, and he is definitely not afraid to voice any of that. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who worships your body like a sacred temple. He’ll lay you down and place little kisses against any bit of skin that he can reach. Typically, he starts at your head, then he peppers your face in those featherlight kisses that bring butterflies to your stomach. Slowly, they get lower and lower, his lips brushing against your chest, then your stomach, and of course, between your legs — where he will stay until you’re whining and begging him to get off. 

!Soft Dom Gojo, who won’t hold back his praise when he fucks you. His hands will be grasping your hips firmly, eyes fixated on the ripple of your hips when his snap to make contact. Your eyes are screwed shut, moans falling from your parted lips at just how deep he goes with every thrust. His lips are right beside your ear, whispering “good girl”’s and “you’re doing so well”’s like they’re his own personal mantras.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who always puts your pleasure over his own. To him, getting you off also gets him off. Hearing your little whimpers and moans when he’s nestled between your legs has his cock straining in his pants — that which leads to him grinding against the bed while his tongue flicks at your clit.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who can and will overstimulate you while uttering the sweetest and softest praises. His fingers are pumping in and out of you at a borderline unbearable pace while his tongue flicks at your swollen clit. You had orgasmed — what — three or four times? You honestly didn’t know, you had lost count after orgasm number two. Your hands are tangled in his hair, little gasps and broken moans falling from your lips. A thin line of drool trickles down your chin — the sight of you so fucked out almost has Gojo cumming on the spot.  

!Soft Dom Gojo, who never skips aftercare. The minute that your body relaxes against the sheets, Gojo stands from the bed and moves towards the bathroom. There he runs a hot bath and grabs one of the small hand towels folded on the side of the sink. He returns to your side, running the towel over you, smiling slightly to himself as you shiver from the sensitivity. He shushes you, hooking his arms around you and lifting you. You both share a bath, your back to his chest as he softly washes your hair and body, being careful to not accidentally brush over any part of you that may be too sensitive.  

We <3 !Soft Dom Gojo in this house.  

“BUT IM IN SO DEEP, YOU KNOW IM SUCH A FULL FOR YOU.”

choso kamo x reader.

warnings: very fluffy, implied height difference between reader and choso (he’s taller), KIND OF A DIFFERENT REALITY where everyone’s alive and well.

summary: in which, choso doesn’t like listening to those who aren’t close to him but he’d do a lot for you!

——————

choso was new to the whole “being a human” thing. he didn’t quite understand how humans interacted fully, especially around those they were interested in.

yuji has helped him get a better understanding of human interactions, telling him modern day, how to start a conversation and how to keep it going, and lastly, in yujis words the most important part, how to treat a woman you are attracted to. choso is very thankful for his brother and he knows his other brothers would’ve helped him the same way if they could.

so, small interactions between himself and those around him are very important to him. he’s also starting to realize how important you are to him aswell.

“hey, choso, can you give me that chocolate bar?” nobara yelled from her spot on the couch. yuji had invited a few of his close friends over, not realizing choso was going to be home (which meant he had to invite his teachers, he knows choso would be happy you were here though).

“i’m doing laundry for my brother, maybe megumi can grab it for you.” choso avoided her question, not really enjoying the fact she was so comfortable with ordering him around. megumi immediately held his hand up to shut up nobara as she went to ask him.

choso was not doing laundry, he was sitting on a couch with you sitting beside him, part of the reason why he didn’t want to get up and do anything for anyone. he’d rather be close to you than not.

“kamo! my favourite little man, can you lend me your time and grab those chocolate bars.”

choso’s eyes twitched at gojo’s words and his use of his last name as he let out a annoyed sigh, scrolling on the phone yuji had given him. he ignored the older man’s words and continued scrolling through instagram.

“hi.” you whispered to the man beside you, ignoring those around you as they talked loudly.

“hello.” choso’s voice was soft as he scanned your face, taking in how perfect you looked today.

“i don’t want to be a bother but can you maybe, please, help me grab some snacks for everyone in the kitchen?” you smiled softly at the man beside you, his attention directed to you immediately.

“of course.” choso spoke as he stood up surprisingly quick to help you, despite the fact he had brushed off many of those around him when they had asked him to do something.

you both began to walk to the kitchen, ignoring everyone’s banter.

“sorry, i just couldn’t figure out how to get to this thing.” you pointed towards a cabinet that had chips in it. it was too high for you to reach.

“no need to apologize. i’d do anything for you.” choso’s words came out on instinct. it took him a minute to realize how crazy he sounded after saying something like that to you.

his back was turned to you as he reached for the cabinet with shaky hands, obviously thinking about what he had just let slip out.

he failed to see how flushed you had become, a nervous laugh escaping your throat at his words.

you’d do the same for him, if you were able to reach the cabinet.

“oh! haha.” you said, stammering for words as choso turned to look at you with embarrassment evident on his face.

“i’m sorry, yuji told me i can’t just say words out loud like that.”

he began rambling, apologizing and trying to justify what he meant. you felt the same way, guess this is the right time to tell him.

“choso, i would do the same for you.”

“you would?” choso blinked at you with wide eyes as his head was tilted slightly in confusion, you almost cooed at the sight. he was so cute.

you moved closer towards him, looking around to make sure nobody was near the kitchen, thankfully you could hear everyone chattering in the living room still.

“yeah. of course.” you whispered, being so close to him you felt you didn’t need to talk loudly. he would listen to you no matter how loud or quiet you talked.

“your lips are pretty.”

your eyes widened at his words, now becoming flustered as his eyes flicked between your lips and your eyes.

choso was so nervous, he was just saying anything that came to mind!

you stared at him for a moment, debating on what to do.

you only had one thought on your mind, yet you didn’t want to let your nervousness stop you from doing it. the two of you being so close to each other made you sweat.

you have found choso endearing for a while but you were too afraid to voice your feelings as he seemed very closed off. one thing you learned about him, was he hated others giving him options or orders.

“can i kiss you?”

choso hated being given options or orders (see what i did there), he enjoyed the sound of this one though.

he stumbled over his words, choosing to just nod his head instead.

you leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him.

choso was in awe as he kept his eyes open for a second, closing them after feeling the touch of your lips against his.

his had made its way to your waist, while the other held your face.

the kiss felt so perfect to choso that he almost failed to remember you both had to breathe.

you pulled away with a pant as you looked at the flustered man infront of you.

his eyes were lidded as he panted, a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

you grinned, feeling like a school girl with a crush.

“yuji told me that normally kissing means you take interest in the person… is that true?” choso shyly asked and you couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed the chips beside him.

“yes, it’s true, i’m very interested in you cho’. let’s get these snacks back out there, yeah?” you smiled happily at him and choso almost felt his heart stop.

“yeah.”

this interaction had certainly taught choso a few things.

he would do anything you asked him to do, he’s interested in you, and you’re interested in him too!

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a/n: ahhh this is so bad. anyways, i’ve never written anything for choso so this was a first! it was kind of cringey but let’s also keep in mind choso doesn’t get a lot of action like this before becoming “human” 😭

leave requests please or recommendations!

hands on study and vanilla kiss are on my list

𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 . . . ℐ𝐉𝐊 𝓢𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⤷ a nsfw series by from resident sweetheart, @yunymphs !!

❤︎ contents: love is in the air . . . or is it? it's hard to maintain relationships with hookup culture, and finding true love is rare these days, but you don't have to choose with them. our sweethearts and sneaky links will have always have a place for you.

❤︎ featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, & sukuna ryomen, fem! reader, ambiguous relationships, smut.

❤︎ note: MDNI, smutty content ahead! all works are for an intended 18+ audience, please monitor your content consumption for your own safety. updates on series will be prioritized over production of current works!

❤︎ from yuyu: thank you for all the support ive made on here for the past few months . i've made many new friends and a lovely community, and i hope this series is something you all enjoy !!

𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✘ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 your fiancé knows you're worried that you're not good enough for him. good thing he's comfortable with spending an hour eating you out to prove to you he's committed for life. how else will you believe him?

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ✘ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 baking cakes aren't easy, and your boyfriend doesn't make it any easier. you're two steps from being done, but the last thing you expected him to do was bend you over the counter before you were able to put the candles on.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✘ 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 your lover has always been a fan of keeping you busy, inside and outside of the bedroom, but this time, he’s got a little surprised planned for you that includes a set of white lingerie and a sex pill.

𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ✘ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 after a rough exam, your college academic rival figures he can teach you a thing or two. by teaching, you didn’t think he meant physically... especially in the bathroom during his own house party.

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 trying to forget the tattooed man you fucked at a dingy bar a random night is getting more and more difficult as time goes on. nobody ever loved you like he did, and you might just have to go back for seconds— after pretending to be his girlfriend first.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✘ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 he never thought that he’d find his solutions in sloppy one night stands and quickies. he’s glad that after a stressful day at work, you’ll always come to his beckon, no matter how late in the night— his own secretary.

© YUNYMPHS 2024 modifications, reposts, and translations of any kind are strictly prohibited. do not copy, steal themes, or recommend account on other platforms.

yuji is so real

Yuji: Is my human suffering sexy enough for you, Gege? Is it getting you off, king?

| Bully!Satoru Gojo x F!reader | Part 2 |

-> Part 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna. Chapter Summary: After humiliating Gojo in the cafeteria, he has better ways to force pay-back. Hey! That shirt you ruined, was expensive.

Warnings: Oh he is a real piece of shit here with a barely there moral compass. Mentions of humiliation, bul!ying, belittling, teasing. The reader is slowly getting into an auto-pilot mode.

New chapter every week, comment down below if you want to be tagged! ^^

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It feels like pure humiliation, the way you walked off from the cafeteria. Satoru stood there, the warm, sticky gravy sticking to him. It feels like a sensory nightmare. White hot rage simmering through the very marrow of his bones. He exhales, glancing up just to see if there was anyone dumb enough to enjoy his misery he could stomp on. Nobody had the balls to, nobody has the balls to until you come across.

What was your fucking problem?

He walked away from the cafeteria, long strides eager to seek you out and punish you ruthlessly for your deranged and depraved, bratty behaviour. Satoru Gojo is worshipped like the literal god, who the hell are you? Meanwhile, you, amidst all your molten courage flowing in your veins, were the epitome of anxiety. You can't mistake his blazing steamy rage filled blue eyes greying… to be anything but merciful. You're not delusional.

A veiny, pale hand gripped your hair, the other wrapped around your mouth as you were dragged through the lonesome corridor. You whimpered at the burn in your scalp and before you could register what was happening, Satoru was standing in front of you. Baring his hostile teeth as he grits. "You've done it." He's almost amused, contemplating what more he can do to you, what more can you really handle… then again, does it matter if you can or can’t handle?

"Here's what's going to happen…" He pushed himself against your chest, unrelenting at how disgusting you might feel, transferring the filth on his shirt to yours. You struggled like a fish out of water. Satoru is taller, bulkier, stronger and you realize that soon enough.

"You will be my silly little pet, because guess how much this shirt costs?" He chuckled, whispering gravely against the shell of your ear. "1800 dollars, missy."

You feel shocked upon hearing the price, eyes widening as he slowly leaned his hand away so you could speak.

"Either you fucking pay me back, with interest for each day. Or you shut the fuck up and be my silly little pet for a month I will stomp on, my little useless errand girl. Sounds fitting to someone who looks like you, no?" He smirks, watching the colour fade in your eyes. He is sort of impressed by himself, the way he instantaneously thought of such a brilliant idea. That money means nothing to him, but not everyone is that blessed.

Once you finally gathered what was happening, you raised a brow. "Why should I be an errand girl to someone who collided against me and is now begging to be paid for his filthy shirt? Learn to walk properly asshole!" You spit back, eyes siren and jaw gritted.

"Kay then, I will ask your mommy and daddy to pay for their daughter's bullshit." He left your hair, the pain subsiding into a dull ache.

He wasn't fucking serious was he? You and your parents weren't essentially on the best terms, they have just shifted to Tokyo and while they would be willing to pay, your self-respect wouldn't allow you. Your mother would keep taunting you about this for the rest of your life… you really don't want that.

Satoru noticed the shift in your behaviour when he mentioned your parents - "Heh, guess they don't like you either huh?" He smirked, not caring how hard it would jab you. It kinda did.. but you couldn't care less. Not coming from him especially.

"10 days, of me being your errand girl." You wanted to be ploughed down into death once you uttered these words. There was nothing you could do anyways. Parents involving, not so much…

"A month." Satoru shrugged, smirking. He has you exactly where he wants. His sole goal is to make you cry every single day and make sure you apologize for being a little shit to him.

"And, you do whatever the fuck I say you to. If I tell you to clean my shoe with your tongue, you 'fucking' clean my shoe with your tongue."

Oh it felt like dying, like you were stabbed endlessly by a thousand swords when he said that.

"How do I know after a month you wouldn't bother me or my parents with the money?" Satoru raised a brow, smirking. "I'm a man of my word, little bitch." He squeezed your face in a single hand, watching your puckered lips. "I say you're free after a month, then you're free after a month, though you'll wish every single day that you paid me back." He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he let go of your face with a jerk, letting the back of your head collide a little with the wall.

You were so cute, small, stompable…

"See me when the school ends."

Satoru walked away with that, and your shoulders slumped. This is what it has truly come to? You needed some time to yourself after this, why are you always so pushy and so cocky? What if you didn't humiliate him… a month of sheer torture is what you've signed up for, just to not be tortured by your mother. Besides, it's a lot of money and you don't think your parents owe you because a shitty ass senior got pissed.

You dragged your feet to him, after the school ended. His whole group was present, they were busy chitchatting. Satoru perked up like a spoiled brat the moment his eyes glazed through you beneath the glasses. "My little lap bitch is hereeee~" He perked, walking towards you and smirking at how you grimace when you see the way he was treating you.

"Go, fetch us popsickles." He grinned, giving you the money. You didn't say anything, trying oh so hard not to slap him across the face and breathing out. "Mkay."

You looked up, counting the number of people, "Excluding yourself, no popsickles for you." He simply shrugged.

Oh he was getting beneath your nerves so bad. "I wouldn't buy them for myself." You explained anyway, "Don't wan' em." With that, you walked away, getting to the vending machine and getting those fucking popsickles which you rather wish were poisoned so he dies for good.

When you're back, he made sure you give them to everyone, made sure you give it to him- after opening the packet- and then dropped it.

"Whoops, gotta run again lil girl." He chuckled, his friends were… stunned too. Satoru is a cunt, they all know that. He pushes people through their limits but he's never been this much of an asshole towards any girl. Maybe because none of them did anything except slither around him and worship him.

You tear up, you have never… felt this humiliated in your life ever. Nanami gives his popsickle to Satoru, "Here, Gojo san. I don't want it. Please take it." He is so polite, kind… but his Senpai had other plans.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He raises his voice a little, and you are left with nothing but a reminder of him demanding this money from your parents. Your feet are stoned to the ground though, unmoving. "Okay." You managed to say again, taking a deep breath as you force yourself to the vending machine yet again, bringing back his popsickle.

You thought highschool would be fun, you would make new friends, go to karaoke parties, excel in subjects, in extra curriculars, whatnot.. you never expected yourself landing into the clutches of rich asshole Gojo Satoru.

Once you're back, you unwrap it again and give it to him. For fuck's sake he finally accepted.

"Kay, gimme your number." He extends his hand with his phone on it, letting you reluctantly add your number and saving it as 'Servant'. Showing it to you to rub salt on your wounds. "Off you go, see you tomorrow." He smiled. You were relieved you don't need to see his face for the rest of the day.

Once you reached home, you cried. All the emotions overwhelming you all at once. Guess he was right, he will make you cry everyday..

The rest of the day passes by in a haze before you find yourself back in school again.

"OH good morning little errand girl!" Satoru's presence looms, he was waiting for you at the entrance, you looked up at him. Not responding for now. You needed to get to class. OH so you're being indifferent now? Satoru is pissed…

"So eager to go to class, I have a job for you though!" He snickers, watching your stompy feet come to a pause. Good, you were still listening. He will push you a little more. "During the lunch time, go and bring my lunch for me, kay? You won't eat unless I finish." He smirked, walking away.

The problem is… it's not fun anymore. At least… not how it was when you retaliated. Maybe he shouldn't have used the money thing and just teased you when you had the means to push it back. You just nodded and left.

During the lunch time, you did as directed. Bringing his plate to him in front of everyone… oh it satiated his silly little ego so much.

Though he wonders if you will snap… finally. If not, he can just push it. No? He extends his hand to Haibara who reluctantly gave his water bottle to Satoru.

Before you could process what happened, you were drenched. The white shirt now translucent, showing your bra. Everyone laughed, some of them were gawking at how the shirt does no justice to you, now that it sticks to your skin, you look much more delectable. "Oops, my hand slipped." He says again, though he knows he's pushed this one too hard. Today was only the second day. Besides, a vile feeling erupted beneath him when he felt others gawk at you. Look away. Look. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Rolling his eyes, he puts his blazer on you, "Here, go get changed.." He mumbled, your silence was not helping. Not fucking helping when you shivered at the coldness of your body, how you just… took it. You didn't even cry, this was to be expected from him anyways.

You nodded, walking towards the infirmary alone. "For fuck's sake…" Satoru snarled, whatever left of his inner conscience slapping him hard as he followed you to it. Making sure you change your clothes and gave you a juice.

You were silent again, taking it from him. "Got nothing to say?" He raises a brow, "I thought you were all big and mean…" He emphasized again.

"Nothing to say. I expected worse." You shrugged, walking away. You expected 'worse'? What kind of worse…

"What the fuck do you mean?" He holds your wrist, "You know, like beating me the fuck up or something." You looked at his eyes. Wow… you truly think of him as vile and disgusting don't you? Why does it pinch him so hard? He's done nothing but bother you and made you believe he is trash.

"Kay." He mumbles, walking away. He's the one bullying you and he's the one being bullied at the same time.

Satoru Gojo doesn't bother you for the rest of the week and the weekend after.

Monday… he asks you to hold his bag for him all the way to his home. Watches you cutely manage both yours and his bag when he could easily hold your bag and you…

You're panting softly when you reach the Gojo estate, cutting the call from your mother and texting her you'll be late. "Here's your bag." You gave it to him and he took it from you easy peasy. "Alright, well.." He can see the sweat beads on your forehead, the way you are twisting your shoulder for relief. Suguru has already stopped talking to him because of this behaviour. You look cute, even when you piss him off so bad.

"Go run home." Satoru scoffs and leaves. Maybe he should just shorten the duration from a month to 15 days… but then, would you become the rebel he liked you to be or would you just ignore him…. contemplation, contemplation… and lots of contemplation.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening sex

Immature sorceres

a/n: sorry for being m.i.a from writing, I just didn't have the energy to finish any of my ideas and things have been chaotic at home lately. But it's been solved! And I'm going on holiday soon so that's exciting.

cw: none

synopsis: a day with Gojo who has a crush on you, and the lengths he goes to in keeping it a secret. (Worst synopsis you've read, I'm open to ideas to rename it)

credits: none

Check my masterlist for further updates to this series: delulu chidish

"So, how much do you actually like y/n?" Geto asks Gojo. Gojo replies, "Oh, you know... Like a normal amount. If they ask me out right now, I would say yes with absolutely no hesitation."

Geto smirks at Gojo and states knowingly, "I don't see how checking y/n's social media profile every half an hour is normal, so I'm concerned with what you deem as normal... but considering it's you, nothing is normal." Gojo gets defensive and starts shouting at Geto, while Geto, being the instigator he is, adds more fuel to the fire.

Soon after, they're chasing each other around the basketball court while shouting profanities at each other. Shoko huffs a tired sigh and takes another puff from her cigarette, muttering about the immaturity of the two powerful sorcerers. As the chase intensifies, she calmly exhales smoke rings, seemingly unbothered.

Shoko texts you to come over to the basketball court, and you reply, saying that you'll be there in a few minutes.

When you arrive at the entrance of the basketball court, the first thing you notice are your black and white-haired friends wrestling each other on the ground. Shoko, on the other hand, is no better and is egging them both on while recording their wrestling match on her phone.

You sigh tiredly at the chaos unfolding before you. "Can't the two of you act your age for once?" You sigh exasperatedly, but they don't hear you. Shoko exhales a plume of smoke and calmly remarks, "They're just blowing off steam, Y/N. It's their way of bonding." You shake your head and mutter, "More like their way of causing trouble." Shoko laughs at your remark.

You can hear both of them grunting and saying something to each other when you hear your name roll out of Geto's mouth as he smirks at Gojo. You see that Gojo has gone wide-eyed and gasped dramatically before starting to screech at Geto once more. Geto, on the other hand, is laughing his ass off and has a smug expression, as if he's holding something over Gojo.

As the two of them continue their raucous chase, you and Shoko walk over to the entrance and take a seat on one of the benches. Shoko says to you, "You know, despite their immaturity, they care about each other more than they'd admit."

A voice from the entrance says, "Maybe, but they have a strange way of showing it." You and Shoko turn around to see your sensei, Yaga, standing menacingly and staring straight at the black and white-haired duo with his arms crossed.

The black and white-haired duo in question have now moved on to pulling at each other's faces, which made their speech slurred. Yaga shouts at them, "Here I am giving you a break, and this is what you do?".

Gojo scrambles to get off Geto and defend himself, but before he can, Geto interrupts him and says, "Actually, Gojo started getting physical first. All I did was say, Stalking Y/(your name)-," but before he could finish, Gojo had tackled Geto onto the floor and slapped a hand on Geto's mouth.

"HAHAHA SUGURU YOU'RE SO FUNNY BRO SO FUNNY, I'll do your laundry for a week if you shut up right now." Gojo mutters the last quietly to Geto, who smiles triumphantly and takes up Gojo's offer immediately.

Yaga sighs and mumbles quietly, "And you still have the cheek to tackle Geto right in front of me."

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Gojo is getting reprimanded by Yaga at the side while the three of you sit together near the benches. When Geto takes a seat between you and Shoko, you ask him, "I heard you say my name while tustling with Satoru just now; what was that about?"

"Oh, it's nothing; I was just teasing him. Did you see his face? It was absolutely hilarious."

When Gojo is done being reprimanded by Yaga, he sulkily walks over and sits next to you on the empty side. He leans his head on your shoulder, and Poutily says, "It's not fair... I didn't even start it, but I'm the one being scolded, and on top of that, I have to do Suguru's laundry. Life just isn't fair."

After Gojo finishes his dramatics, he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You're about to push him off and tell him that his hair is tickling you, but before you could do so, you heard him mumble something along the lines of asking someone out, and then a long line of groans followed suit.

After that, you stopped listening because now he's just started saying gibberish and talking about anything that crosses his mind.

"Well, if you're free next Thursday afternoon, we could go to this new café that opened. It sells a variety of sweet and savory foods, and I've been wanting to go." You ask Gojo as you pat his hair gently as a way to comfort him.

Gojo looks up at you through his sunglasses and asks, "Just you and me?". 

You stare at him for a bit before answering, "I mean, sure, why not? I initially wanted all of us to go, including Nanami and Haibara, but... we could go ourselves too."

"Really?! Good! But you gotta promise not to bail on me," Gojo exclaims happily.

You nod your head in agreement, and Gojo's back to being his exuberant self.

Gojo in this entire fic is literally the embodiment of: 😔

Crazy? I was crazy once.

i have no time now but i must read it when i‘m home

'AND STILL, WE STAND' NANAMI KENTO: PART ONE

summary. as a girl, you spent a lot of time dreaming about southron princes. the only problem is…none of those dreams consisted of marrying king aegon’s bastard son. | wc. 2k+

cw/ tw. arranged marriage, political marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, bastard prince nanami, mentioned past relationships, princess reader, original characters, game of thrones au, intended for 18+ readers

an. enjoy what i've stalled posting. also daemon is not to be confused with hotd daemon. this is daemon blackfyre:3 reblogs are appreciated!

On the morning of his arrival, your mother helps you into your best dress, Tully blue with lace trim, and sits you down at your vanity to put pins in your hair—a hairstyle to match those of King’s Landing. Lady Alys of Riverrun is a soft, gentle woman whose love runs long and deep for her children, but there’s fire in her eyes that’d sway the fiercest dragon when she whispers, “Family, duty, honor. Remember that, my sweet.” 

Those words play a steady drum in your chest when you stand in the courtyard with the rest of your family, your younger brothers restless from the heat and excitement about meeting a Southron prince, that it’s almost contagious.

Only, when he steps off his horse to stand before you—a train of black and red banners flying high behind him and Prince Daemon at his side—is he nothing like the princes from the songs.

(Not that there are any songs about Kento Targaryen that the people sing.)

“Your Grace,” Lord Tully greets, bowing with a hand at his chest. “This is my daughter.”

Your thumb presses into your palm when the Prince’s eyes sweep over you, stomach knotting uncontrollably.

There should be more joy in this moment, more of the girlish thoughts about golden-haired princes that often consume you, more hope that your union isn’t a tragic one. But doubt silences it when the Prince doesn’t kiss your hand or shower you with praises about your beauty aside from pleasantries and a solemn expression made of stone—never have you seen a man look more like he’s about to meet the Stranger than his future lady-wife. 

“My lady.” His body is stiff, and his lips are thin. The words sound stilted and almost burdensome on his tongue, heavy with unspoken disdain.

No, he’s nothing close to what the stories say about charming men with beguiling smiles. He’s rude, and you find he’d send your heart hammering in your chest with his soft eyes and broad shoulders if he didn’t scowl so much and often.

(Because there are no smiles for you.)

Love will come in time; that’s what your mother told you.

But he hardly seems to like you.

The disappointment lodges in your throat, and you do your best to swallow around it. This, you know, has always been your fate: the oldest do not marry for love, so the youngest might get the chance to.

Family. Duty. Honor.

You will do as duty commands. You will marry in front of the people, cloaked in black and red, and give the Prince heirs, even if it is not how you dreamt it.

At dinner in the Great Hall, you hear all kinds of whispers.

He's hardly a dragon, the bolder ones say. Bastard, others whisper under their breath. And in less than a sennight, you’re meant to call him husband; a broody husband who’s spent the remainder of the evening quietly staring into his mug full of ale and refusing to acknowledge your existence beside him.

It’s unbecoming of a prince, and you try not to let your displeasure show by drawing in an uneasy breath and raising your own glass to your lips.

After a few refills of Arbor Gold, you attempt to find common ground, to be civil, to test the waters of what it means to be a dutiful wife.

“I hope you are enjoying Riverrun, my lord.”

Kento’s fingers thrum along the table. “It’s not the capital.”

You purse your lips, hands bunching in your lap. “No, I imagine not. It smells better here, I should think.”

His mouth twitches, but there’s little humor behind it.

“You can call me by my name,” he tells you. “We’re to be married, after all.”

“Of course…Kento.” 

His name feels odd on your tongue, too intimate for what’s or what’s not between you; a gap wider than the Narrow Sea, and you’re unsure how to cross it.

(For your family, you’ll try.)

“I’m aware this isn’t a love match,” you say in hopes of breaking the tension, careful not to let your voice carry to your brother Brynden sitting two seats down the table. “But I hope we can learn to be.”

A scowl returns to his face, deeper when he turns to you, mouth twisting like he’d eaten something sour.

“What do you know about love?”

(Whatever you expected him to say—it’s not that.)

You don’t think they’re words meant to hurt, but they smart just the same.

“More than a bastard,” you hiss, regretting it immediately. It’s no outstanding feat to figure out King Aegon isn’t the best father, although nobody is brave enough to breathe that truth into existence. And you managed to remind Kento of this in so few words.

“No, I’m sure bastards know nothing of it.” And then he’s gone, disappearing from the hall without waiting for you to find the right thing to say.

Since you spoke your vows before the Septon, he hasn't smiled once—not that your husband is known to smile—or said a word to you. It leaves you with little else to do other than to think about the kiss he gave you what feels like hours ago, his lips softer than the barbs they speak.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love.”

“And take you for my lady and wife.”

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

It’s a wife’s right to think about her husband’s mouth if she wants and the look on his face after—dazed and somewhat rattled. He felt it, too; you know he did.

You’re careful not to touch your mouth afterward, but there’s a secret smile on your mother’s face during the feast as if she already knows.

(A kiss—you’re first outside of those on the hand from playing princess and knights as a girl—is much easier than talking because you’ve both become pretty good with sharp words.)

Besides the gruff declaration that there’ll be no bedding ceremony—the silent relief you’d felt about not having men rip at your skirts and carry you to your chambers—you watch your new husband brood in the corner from where you sit at the high table. His head nodding every so often to the Northern Lord at his ear.

You dance with your brothers to distract yourself, laughing when Brynden moves you around the dance floor with little grace and ruffling little Edmyn’s wild red hair when he tells you how beautiful you look in your silk dress.

“Can you believe I get to call a prince my brother?” he says, looking up from his feet to beam at you. “He said he’d teach me how to use a sword before you leave.”

“I’m sure Mother was pleased.”

He gives you a sheepish smile and stares at his feet again to count the steps. “I haven’t told her yet.”

“And your maester?”

He shakes his head.

You give a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Edmyn, what will we do with you?”

Another smile, this one wider. “Love me, I hope.”

“Always.”

There’s an ache in your chest for how much you’ll miss them, and you’re not even gone yet.

The next time you see your little brother, you wonder how much will have changed. He’ll probably be six, ready to practice the sword, almost tall enough to reach your chin, or eight and ten, and you’ll be dancing with him at his own wedding, both your brothers men grown. King’s Landing isn’t far from Riverrun, but that’s your home now; Targaryen first, Tully second.

You keep the quiver from your smile for Edmyn’s sake and let him twirl you around the dance floor one more time before you reclaim your seat at the high table. 

Alone, again. A new lord at your husband’s ear.

“I’d ask you to dance, but your feet must be tired by now,” a voice says beside you. Your head whips toward the sound, a tangled mix of curiosity and trepidation at finding Prince Daemon looking amused with his hip leaning against Prince Kento’s empty chair and watching the crowd twirl along the dance floor. Everyone seems to be enjoying the wedding festivities more than their newlywed prince and princess. 

A porcelain smile slips onto your face. “Apologies, Your Grace. Perhaps before the night ends.”

He waves a hand and takes a seat. “I doubt my brother would be too happy about me dancing with his pretty bride before he’s had a chance to do so himself.”

“He’d have to ask me first.” The words are out of your mouth before you give them much thought. Eyes round, heat instantly flushes to your face. “I’m sorry—”

Daemon shakes his head with laughter, though it does little to ease you.

“Don’t worry about my brother. He’s just upset.”

You purse your lips, knowing he’s secretly eyeing your every move, eager for weakness where you hope he finds none. “I’m sorry, your Grace?”

“Didn’t he tell you about the beautiful Highgarden rose who stole his heart?”

(What do you know about love?)

Something like jealousy swirls in your gut. “No. He hadn’t.”

He looks every bit like a dragon when he flashes an all too-sharp grin your way. “You should have seen him when he learned he was arranged to marry a little fish from the Riverlands.”

“Well, he agreed to this union, hadn’t he?”

“He did,” Daemon says. “Give him time, and maybe he’ll think of you instead when you fu—”

“Daemon.”

Your husband appears behind his brother, face unreadable. 

“Oh, little brother. I was just getting acquainted with my new sweet sister.”

“I’m sure you’ve achieved boring her instead,” he says gruffly, asking you for a dance in the same breath.

Daemon tips his wine glass toward you before you walk away. “Perhaps I’ll get that dance later, after all.”

Kento’s hand tightens around your waist, mouth pressed into a thin line.

No, he won’t. It’s unspoken, but it’s there in the way he leads you through two songs with a watchful eye on his brother. He only loosens his grip when Daemon takes an interest in a serving girl with long blonde hair and disappears from the Great Hall with her moments later.

“What did my brother say?”

You narrow your eyes, feeling your jaw clench.

“Nothing a lady should repeat.”

(What do you know about love? You want to ask the same question, but you’re fearful of his answer.)

A soft breath leaves him. “You shouldn’t listen to the things he says. He only means to get a rise out of people. He’s done it since we were boys using sticks for swords.”

It’s an olive branch you don’t take, your head still spinning with bits and pieces about a beautiful woman from somewhere in the Reach, though not enough to fill the blanks.

“So there isn’t a High Garden rose you’d rather be dancing with than me?”

His steps falter, and he looks away. “He shouldn’t have told you that.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“That isn’t his story to tell.”

“But it’s the truth,” you insist because you’re a glutton for punishment.

“What does it matter now?” he gets out roughly, meeting your eyes finally. “I’m married to you, aren’t I?”

You needn’t have asked the question, for the answer is written all over his face.

(More than a bastard. No, he might know a few things.)

For his heart will never be yours.

Choso vs internet

your boyfriend sleeps on the couch after an argument you both had earlier that day. after calming your nerves and taking time for yourself, you realise that you might have been a bit too harsh on him.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff / angst / hurt + comfort. age gap (reader early 20’s & satoru early 30’s). nicknames used; ‘(little) baby’. he’s honestly just the perfect combination of gentle and teasing. subtle mentions of size difference.

satoru shifts on the couch whilst letting out an inaudible yawn. he was tired after an entire day at work and finally had the chance to settle down in the comfort of his apartment.

though, he couldn’t really relax just yet. the reason why being the undeniable tension hanging in the air. he was in fact home, but it didn’t feel like it. not when you were missing.

you had holed yourself up in the master bedroom after an earlier argument the two of you had. it wasn’t a big fight — just a little squabble between lovers. satoru didn’t rush after you when you had decided to walk away midst argument. you clearly weren’t in the right headspace to properly articulate nor communicate your feelings.

he figured that you just needed some time alone and thus decided to leave you be. he didn’t want to risk losing you by annoying you any further.

satoru scrolls on his phone out of boredom. the light radiating off the screen starts to bother his already sensitive eyes. with a sigh, he shuts off the device and puts it down on the coffee table.

it was dead silent in the apartment that was usually filled with your lively chatter. the sorcerer wants nothing more than to cuddle up with you under the covers and fall asleep. but, you needed space and he wasn’t going to disturb you.

he drapes an arm over his eyes and pulls the thin blanket over his chest. his breaths were steady and his thoughts were surprisingly calm. satoru almost drifts off to sleep, however his body lightly jolts awake once he hears the creaking of a door.

careful footsteps echo throughout the hallway and stop right at the doorstep of the living room.

satoru moves his arm to the side so his vision wouldn’t be obstructed. his eyes land on the figure standing at the doorframe — one he could recognise instantly.

it was you, standing there with your head held low and your fingers curled around the hem of your nightgown. you didn’t take another step forwards and just lingered in your spot for a few seconds without saying anything.

“hey, baby.” satoru breaks the silence. his voice was as soft as it could be, not an ounce of annoyance or frustration in it. even if he had all the reason to be upset according to you.

you remember just how childish you acted earlier; you had lost all rationality, shouted at your boyfriend out of frustration and ran off mid sentence instead of properly addressing the issue at hand. the way you handled that situation was wrong and immature.

in contrast to your immature behaviour, satoru had stayed calm and collected throughout the entirety of your argument. he hadn’t raised his voice at you even once nor did he blame you for anything. you felt bad for acting like a bratty kid who didn’t get her way.

you eventually move towards the couch, still not making eye contact with your boyfriend. he sits up and simply watches you with a raised eyebrow—curious as to what you were about to do.

you knew you had to apologise for your behaviour, but what you needed first was his validation. you wordlessly climb onto the couch and under the blanket satoru was using.

your arms wrap around his torso and you hug him tightly to your body, face buried in his shirt to cover your embarrassed and remorseful expression.

satoru’s eyes widen a bit at the sudden show of affection, though he wasn’t complaining. he reciprocates the gesture and nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head.

“my little baby.” he chuckles, hands rubbing your back in attempt to reassure you that everything was and will be fine, “i’m happy you decided to come back to me — thank you.”

again. that tender tone satoru uses only with you and for you. the guilt from earlier hits you like a truck and your eyes well up with tears before you could stop the process.

“sorry,” your voice cracks once you finally muster out an apology. the warmth engulfing your cold body was enough to make you sob in his comforting embrace. satoru sighs and closes his eyes. he rests his chin on top of your head whilst holding you like his life depended on it.

no words were exchanged between you two for a good minute. satoru silently encourages you to cry it out and so you do. after calming down, you sniffle and pull your head away from his chest. your eyes were watery and a bit red.

the pad of his thumb sweeps the stray tears away from your cheeks, his touch precise and careful. he smiles softly at the sight of his teary-eyed girlfriend. you were so adorable and precious to him. even when you looked like a mess — a pretty mess.

“i just..” you start off, small hiccups interrupting your sentence, “i wanted to apologise for acting so childish. i shouldn’t have said nor did any of those hurtful things. i apologise for that as well.”

your lover nods along to your words. he hums in delight and kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there for longer than intended, “don’t worry, baby. i understand. thank you for apologising, though.”

you mutter a small ‘of course’ in-between sniffles. that was all the reassurance you had needed to hear from your boyfriend. though, you still felt bad and the guilt of your immature actions seemed to linger in the back of your mind.

you lay your head back on satoru’s chest and listen to his heartbeat — hoping that the constant sound would drown out any other thoughts. your lover lays on his back and pulls you down on top of him. his hands rub your sides, slender fingers toying with the silky material of your nightgown.

“i’m sorry for being immature sometimes. i’m sure it must be troubling to deal with.” you whisper as you enjoy the feeling of being back in satoru’s arms.

he grins and shakes his head in response. he loves every side of yours — even your immature one. if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be here right now. he truly loves all of you.

the older man places another soft kiss on top of your head and closes his eyes afterwards, “heh, i’d be lying if i said that you trying to act all tough earlier wasn’t cute.”

satoru snickers at the memory. he remembers how you pointed that little finger of yours in front of his face and how you tried to subtly stand on the tips of your toes so you could look him in the eyes properly. your attempts at looking intimidating were quite endearing.

it’s not like he was invalidating your feelings with that comment — he was genuinely trying to lighten your mood. and it wasn’t like it didn’t work.

“whatever.” you huff, playfully swatting his biceps and gaining an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ in response. you’re glad that things have gone back to normal between you two. if the situation had continued for any longer, you’d have lost your mind.

you aren’t the only one who is extremely relieved. satoru is beaming with joy because he gets to hold and talk to you again. that small period of silence between the both of you felt like an eternity to him.

no matter how many times you have those little arguments, satoru will still love you all the same.

‘YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL’ SATORU GOJO

ACT ONE.

summary. gojo visits your grave once a year, reflecting on the limited time he had with you while going through the stages of grief. ☆

warnings. angst, sad!gojo, fem!reader! gojo x you, grief, established relationship, some smut if you squint, bittersweet ending

a/n. this is a short story i wrote over the summer, i wanted to dabble into the idea of gojo not being able to fully process his grief without the help of his students. it is a bit sad though.

ACT TWO : ̗̀➛ ACT THREE : ̗̀➛ FINALE

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"Does Gojo-sensei seem…different today?" Itadori asked absentmindedly, leaning back in his chair while balancing a pencil on his nose. He was doing everything else but the work he was supposed to finish before class ended. His two close friends, Megumi and Nobara, spared him a quick glance, as if debating whether to answer his ridiculous question.

"When is that nutjob ever okay?" Nobara bounced back another question, making Itadori stop balancing himself on his chair to think for once. The pencil he had on his face clattered onto the ground. "If anything, he's more extra than he was yesterday."

"Exactly," Itadori frowned, the invisible lightbulb above his head continuing to flicker as he thought long and hard about what Gojo could be upset about. He knew it was a stretch, and he himself wasn't too good at reading emotions, but he was sure something was off—from the way Gojo's smile seemed wider to the way his laughs went on for a second too long. "What do you think, Megumi?"

The black-haired boy stopped moving his pencil across the paper. His face remained stoic as the two beside him turned to look in his direction, anticipating an answer from him.

In short, Megumi did know why Gojo seemed off today, and it was all because of his vague memory of you.

He was a clueless child back then, but he felt it. He felt the love you and Gojo shared, something he had seen before between his own mother and father. It was strong, beautiful, like a song that only you and Gojo knew the lyrics to. It was a dance—a slow burn into the spotlight of a world you two created.

He admired it. He admired you and the person you helped Gojo become.

And though your memory was beautiful, it was also tragic. Megumi did mourn you since he remembered bits and pieces of you, but he was sure Gojo mourned you the most. Especially since today was the anniversary of your death. For as long as he's known Gojo, he knew that this one day out of the year was the time when he'd crack more jokes, tease him more, and laugh the loudest—all to mask his pain.

And he couldn't help but think it's because Gojo never properly grieved for you.

"He's the same as usual," Megumi lied. It wasn't their place to know, nor was it his. Everyone had their secrets and the stuff they keep to themselves. Who were they to pry into his business? "You guys should just drop it."

And with that, he went back to his assignment, ignoring the gawking stares from both of his friends.

"Well, now I'm even more curious," Itadori pouted, resting his chin on his hand as he looked out the window just in time to see Gojo's back as he skipped off campus. "He's literally leaving in the middle of the day!"

"Itadori—" Megumi started but got interrupted by his friends' loud voices.

"What?!" Nobara pushed Itadori away from the window so she could look. A sudden spark of curiosity consumed her as she cracked a mischievous grin. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We should follow him!" they both said at the same time as they rushed out of the classroom with such speed they left papers flying behind them.

Megumi could only sigh. His peers were likely to get in trouble and drag him into their mess somehow. It never fails. He thought for a moment about how he would benefit from following them to make sure they didn't get caught leaving school grounds without a teacher, but he came up with nothing. He figured he should take his own advice and mind his own business, let those two knuckleheads do whatever they want and suffer the consequences for it.

They could potentially run into dangerous curses, dangerous people, or dangerous people controlling dangerous curses… and then suffer grave injuries. You know what? Maybe he should follow them from a distance.

Meanwhile, the door to the flower shop gave a soft ding as Gojo opened it. His tall frame took up the space in the small shop. Gojo ducked his head as he came in, careful not to knock over the potted plants that rested on the floor and shelves in no particular order. The air was stale with an earthy smell that was oddly comforting. It was good to know that the place remained the same after a year—the only thing that stayed the same in his chaotic life.

"Satoru!" an elderly woman looked up from her newspaper at the sound of the doorbell, thick circle glasses making her eyes appear large and almost fish-like. "Good to see you! How have you been?"

"Mrs. Yamada," Gojo bowed respectfully to the elder, to which the lady playfully pinched and pulled his cheeks. "Missed you too!"

"You silly boy, you know you can visit anytime and not just once a year, you know (Y/N) would've loved that, hm?" Mrs. Yamada made her way behind the counter, already grabbing and wrapping up a single flower. A flower that was your favorite, the same kind you'd always get whenever you would come into this small flower shop.

Gojo never understood why you didn't let him buy a whole bouquet of the flowers you loved. "Then I'd have to take care of all of them," you'd say, your laugh like a sweet melody in his ears that he constantly wanted to replay. "When it's just one, I feel like it lasts longer, you know? I seem to appreciate it more."

The memory made him frown slightly. If you allowed it, he would've bought the whole damn store for you, and you wouldn't just be stuck with a single flower. He didn't get it. He didn't get you. Even after all these years, he was still trying to figure you out.

"Ah, she used to come in every Sunday morning to say hello," Mrs. Yamada smiled warmly. "Always ready to hound me for something sweet to eat. (Y/N) had a nose like a hound and a stomach like a sumo wrestler." The brown wrapping paper crinkled against the elder's fingertips as she folded it around the flower. "Oh, how I miss her."

"Come now, Mrs. Yamada," Gojo leaned against the counter, tapping the wood with excitement. "She'd want us to smile, to celebrate her life, right?! Then that's exactly what we'll do."

"Satoru…"

Gojo waved his hands dismissively. "The usual price for the flowers, right?"

"Yes," Mrs. Yamada rang him up at the cash register before sliding the flower across the counter toward him. But before Gojo could grab it, she pulled it away. "I wanted to tell you before I closed up shop for the day, but… I will be retiring next month."

Gojo's smile fell then.

"I am getting too old, and ever since my husband's passing, I find it quite hard to manage this all on my own, no matter how much I love to do so," she patted the counter lightly, eyes glazed over in a daze as if recalling a memory. "I will be closing the shop and moving to America to stay with my daughter."

"Then are you going to sell the building?"

Gojo found himself asking before he could even think about what to say.

"I'll buy it."

Even in death, you were expensive. How was that possible? Gojo found himself using his savings to buy a whole flower shop that you weren't even here to see. But did that matter to him? Of course not. You were worth every penny—and the shop, to him, was nothing more than a shiny penny that he could buy for your sake. All because you loved it and would visit it often. Gojo couldn't let it close down; it was too valuable for the sake of the memories it held.

So now he owned a flower shop. What the hell was he going to do with a flower shop? He didn't know a damn thing about flowers.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo whispered your name as he pushed open the metal graveyard gate, the bolt making a loud creaking noise that echoed into the summer breeze.

It didn't take Gojo long to find your headstone. After all these years, he knew this cemetery like the back of his hand; at this point, it was like a second home to him. The only place where he could truly let the mask fall as he mourned for you.

In the years you've been gone, he had a long time to think—to wonder why you of all people had to be taken away from him. It made him question, curse, and cry to a higher power above if there was one. Would they be listening? Did they hear him? Did they understand the pain he was put through? And if everything was a part of the higher power's plan, then why was (Y/N) written in with such a tragic story? Why did her life become a song of such somber music?

It wasn't fair. And to Gojo, he would never make sense of it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Ah, it's a beautiful day, (Y/N)." Gojo smiled warmly at your headstone before sitting on the smooth tile, rummaging through his bag to pull out a rag so he could wipe the dust that was on top of your engraved name. "Though I bet you're complaining about how hot it is. I know, it is a little toasty, but a beautiful day nonetheless."

Wiping the concrete clean, Gojo made sure it was spotless with all the cleaning supplies he brought. He had to make up for the year he was away; that's why he always deep-cleaned your headstone since he knew he wouldn't be back until next year. He wanted you to watch the seasons go by with a pretty headstone, one that sparkled whenever the sun cast its rays on it.

"Hm?" Gojo tilted his head as if to hear your unspoken question again. "Oh! I'm doing good. Still teaching. You'd love these lot of kids, though. They have such great potential and are such a reckless bunch who enjoy escaping off campus to follow me here."

"Crap! He's onto us." Gojo heard Nobara's voice from the bushes behind him.

"Do you think he knows?" Itadori asked in his typically clueless fashion.

"He knows, dumbass." Megumi sighed before emerging from the bushes with twiddledee and twiddledumb trailing behind him. Their bantering stopped once they saw Gojo sitting by your headstone, the air suddenly becoming still as they made their way closer.

"Gojo-sensei, we can explain—!"

"Don't even," the white-haired man laughed before gesturing toward the headstone. "(Y/N), meet my students. Students, meet (Y/N)!"

"Ah! Nice to meet you!" Itadori bowed in respect, and so did Megumi.

"Why are we bowing to a dead—" Grabbing ahold of Nobara's hand, Itadori forcibly pulled her down so she could bow as well.

"Oh, you kids are in so much trouble," Gojo said with a gleeful smile. "I'm already thinking of all the ways to punish you."

"In my defense," Megumi started, "I tried to stop them."

"Yetttttt you're still here." Tilting his head, Gojo looked at his students playfully. "I hope you all enjoyed this field trip, but let's head back to campus, yeah? And get ice cream along the way!"

"Oh! Ice cream!" Itadori and Nobara spun around in a dance as they made their way toward the entrance of the cemetery, the pair just finding it best not to question who you were or what you were to Gojo. They could finally sense what Itadori was talking about that morning. He was different today, and it was clear he was sad. "La la la la la!"

"Let's go, Megumi. Do you still prefer chocolate?" Gojo turned to walk away but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Megumi staring at your grave with an expression he couldn't read. "Megumi?"

"Gojo-sensei…" His student turned to look at him. "I just want you to know that it's okay to be sad, to grieve for her."

Gojo chuckled, tucking his hand in his pocket as a breeze cut through the air, its chilled warmth wrapping around the pair. "Who's to say I don't? I grieve her every day."

URAVITSY 2024

3 Pink Roses Mean, "I Love You"

- Nanami Kento (Master-list)

synopsis: In exchange for financial security, you and Nanami Kento sign a contract agreeing to live as couples. Sex is not required from you. What Nanami seeks is a partner he can come back home to since his busy work life forbids him from keeping a relationship while you, a college student, needs help with money. Falling in love has never been this hard.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

peach u should absolutely 100% share that nanami thought

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sugar daddy!nanami x babysitter!fem reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni (this blog is 20+ of follows)

➳ tags: single dad nanami; porn with little plot; nipple play; pussy drunk nanamin; oral (female receiving); overstimulation; squirting; mentions of cum; dirty talk ➳ n: don't ask about my mental state when I wrote this.

nanami hasn't been intimate with a woman in two and half years. so, of course, he can’t help but be in a constant state of heat when he’s around you in such close quarters. his last relationship was serious enough for him to invest in an engagement ring, but a surprise pregnancy ultimately turned his life upside down. one minute he was ready to start a family, and the next he found himself abandoned by his partner who left him to raise his son all by himself.

nanami didn't have time to process the devastation of that experience with a toddler to worry about. instead, he buried himself in his work and channeled all his focus on raising yuji. he absolutely adored being a father to his bubbly little boy, but he knew that he couldn't keep relying on his parents to take on the extra pressure as he juggled between his very successful career and fatherhood.

you were a part time babysitter, but a godsend to nanami.

hiring you proved to be the best kind of luxury he could afford, and the man was finally able to acknowledge that he was spreading himself far too thin. with you around, he managed to catch his breath for the first time in two years and the cherry on top was that yuji absolutely adored you.

of course, the arrangement worked out both ways.

you were strapped for cash after paying off your loans, and with the cost of living skyrocketing in the last couple of years, you knew you needed to take on a second job just to make ends meet. not only was nanami the sweetest employer, but he offered you a very generous salary.

the man isn't shy to admit that you brought a little light back into his life, as well as some peace and much needed quiet.

he found himself having more alone time during the weekends, especially on saturdays when yuji would stay by his grandparents and you were off from work.

that's when it dawned on him just how lonely he'd been all these years. he shouldn’t have been surprised that his dormant sexual appetite emerged once you came into the picture, and that he regularly began touching himself with the thought of fucking you in every position imaginable.

after one of his solo sessions, when your name escaped him in a broken grunt as he came all over his palm, a bold proposition crossed his mind…

…you've been doing such an amazing job with yuji, why not help fulfill his needs to?

he knew how much this could backfire if things turned sour, but nanami was also aware of your financial circumstances and decided that the risk was worth taking.

he treated the conversation professionally; along with a monthly salary, he offered to cover any and all of your expenses in exchange for you quitting your job and working exclusively for him.

he had "new terms" in regards to your position. you would continue taking care of yuji as usual, but every saturday would be dedicated to having scheduled "dates" with nanami. he was expecting a companionship, preferably one that was physical, but he wasn’t going to force you with anything you were uncomfortable with. you were to join him on any work or family trips, but he reassured you that you were allowed to take any personal breaks and holidays as you saw fit. he would be flexible with you just as long as you stick to the demands of the contract he drafted.

“can I think about it?” you asked him a little breathlessly, your cheeks scorching hot as you clenched your thighs tightly together in your seat.

“take whatever time you need,” he politely replied. “I want you to think it through”

- ♡ -

this pretty cupless corset top with the matching lace thong is the most expensive present you’ve ever received. the detail on the set itself is stunning, molding around your body like a piece of art. your skin is the canvas beneath the see through material, showing off the printed panels and lacy embroidered detailing.

nanami handed you the present just the night before as he walked you out the door.

“wear this tomorrow,” he whispered in your ear, smirking with amusement and anticipation.

you feel so exposed with your tits exposed out like this, hard nipples poking against the air as you watch your employer wrap his mouth over one of the tender buds.

you hiss as he swipes his tongue along the peak, nipping at the tip with his teeth before sucking gently. your thighs were still trembling from the orgasm he just delivered from this act alone, and you can feel your arousal stick to your inner thighs as it soaked through your underwear.

“ah-ah!” you whine, your lashes fluttering close as you arch your hips lightly against his pelvis. “nanami-san…”

it’s strange hearing yourself call out his name this way, the tone unfamiliar and foreign to your ears.

those strong, beautiful hands leave your waist and travel to your breasts. nanami squeezes your tits and drags his thumbs over the taut peaks as he places a kiss along the boning of your corset.

“I'd rather be inside you, but I haven’t tasted pussy in ages…” he admits shyly against your ribs, his mouth traveling further down to the space between your legs.

your thighs nearly snap close, but he sternly pinches your nipples to keep them spread.

“Such a pretty thing, I bet you taste like heaven ...” he contemplates, nuzzling his nose into your clothed crotch and breathing in the scent of your arousal. he swipes his tongue over the soaked material, his brown eyes turning hazy as he glances up at you from between your legs, "mmm, you really fucking do..."

your spine quivers from the vibration of his deep voice, and his vulgar choice of words. nanami releases his hands from your chest and proceeds to tug your underwear to the side while keeping one thigh nice and open for him.

he licks his lips at the dewy wet mess and groans.

"fuck, I could cum just looking you."

he places featherlight kisses over your clit, one after the other, until you sigh dreamily as your head fall backs against the pillow. he keeps you spread while his tongue massages over the sensitive button and parts your folds. he slurps, nips, and kisses to his heart's content - the tension knitting the front of his brows together from how your pussy intoxicates him.

he draws out another orgasm, his hand kneading your shaking thigh as your essence coats the lower have of his face. he can feel himself leaking through his boxers, so he ruts against the mattress to give himself some relief.

he moves to focus on just your clit, making noises as he lewdly sucks on the bud. his other hand finds your dripping hole, and he manages to slip two fingers inside with ease. he brushes his digits upward, the pads stroking over your gummy walls and turning your sensual moans into desperate little whimpers.

the pressure is unbearable; the tight coil around abandon an ache that you can't even stand. your hand threads between his golden strands, your manicured nails digging into his scalp which eggs him on even further. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your jaw goes slack when he touches just the right spot that has tears of relief falling down your cheeks.

your body spasms when your third orgasm trickles through you in an eruption, a gush squirting from between your legs and painting nanami's hand, forearm and neck.

"good girl," he grunts as he peppers kisses over your pubis and along your hip.

you're trembling as you readjust your position to sit up again. nanami finally shifts his body to sit upright, his knees on either side of your thighs. he pulls his dick out of his boxers and starts stroking his thick, veiny cock. you're panting to catch your breath, mouth slightly dry at the sight of the bulbous head.

"s-shit, I can't h-hold off any longer," he admits with a shaky voice, his heavy eyes locking on yours as he continues jacking off. "gonna have to cum on those beautiful tits, darling..."

you sheepishly reach one hand to tweak at your nipple to provoke him, "do whatever you want with me, I'm yours."

your sensual delivery tips him over the edge and with just a couple more strokes, he finally reaches his climax and shoots white ropes all over your chest.

you crawl up his body as he comes down from his high, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your tainted chest against his own strong torso. you brush your finger over his undercut, leaving a kiss along his jaw before murmuring against his lip: "was that good for you, nanami san?"

he grins as he reaches to grip the flesh of your rear, his lips closing the gap of space where he steals a messy, open mouthed kiss. "better than I expected, " he reassures as he nips at your bottom lip, careful not to confess that he's pined for this moment night after night.

Ok here comes nothing..

Satoru talking to inanimate objects like coffee machine etc about you..both pre-relationship and in relationship.

satoru was a weirdo; that wasn’t surprising, a fun fact; it’s just who he was; new things developed throughout his life.

… one of those would be talking to “things.”

it’s not that weird when you think about it; we all think out loud, but he just went the extra mile talking to “things.”

satoru was always nervous when it came to you; you made him sweaty, always had him stuttering, and he was even nervous to get your number.

but he had to, by any and all means, have you.

so he did the best thing his mind could come up with… talking to his chair in his bedroom. the one he sat in whenever he had time to relax.

he sucked in air and closed his eyes, held them for 10 seconds, then slowly released them, looking at the chair.

his legs spread out, his elbows were on top of his knees, and his fingers were interlocked over his mouth.

“so… there’s this girl... FUCK!” his embarrassment clearly flowing through. he’s done this before, but actually sitting down and doing it was weird.

it took a couple of tries for him to actually sit and talk to the chair, but he did it, breathing in and out, then going straight for the goal.

“… she’s so great. the sparkle in her eyes makes me smile; i just… can’t get enough.”

his face and ears flushing, quickly covering his ears, and flopping back onto the bed,

screaming from embarrassment but a little bit of excitement.

after that talk with his chair, he finally asked you out, and bam, you’re on your second year of being together.

of course, all the anxiety and awkwardness didn’t go away, but he had his trusted chair to talk to.

his head swinging to the side behind the door to see if you left yet, quickly closing the door, and sitting down on his bed looking at the chair.

“bro sometimes i just get so... UGHHHH!!” he screams out, putting both his hands on the sides of his head and then pushing his hair back.

he sucks in a breath and releases it, shaking his leg and staring down at the chair.

“i just get awkward; i love her.” he laughs and gets up, tapping the arm chair looking at the ceiling.

“nice talk.”

the talking in his chair got less and less unless he had problems where he had no outlet to express himself.

What satoru says while talking you through orgasm !!! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

cw: fem reader, praise, encouragement, mentions of squirting

“all this for me?”

"that's it pretty, let it all out."

"have another left in you? no? i think you do”

"such a good girl moaning like that"

“j-jesus fuck y’r tight—suckin—sucking’ me in too good honey.”

“what a sloppy little cunt.”

"keep feeling good for me sweetheart."

“n-need to feel you let go, baby. g’na squirt for me?”

“fuuuc-ck, yea jus’ like that.”

“ ‘s beautiful when you make a mess, ya know tha’ sweetheart?”

“wan’ more? use your words baby..”

“ atta girl, what a sloppy lil cunt.”

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ WHAT YOU NEED, GOJO SATORU

as much as your boyfriend gojo adores you, he never likes to give into you too easily especially when it means he can tease you a little longer.. atleast until he hears you beg for it.

summary. fem reader. creampie. a lot of teasing. a longer version of this post. edging. pet names; princess, baby. he calls you greedy affectionately. it’s still a little soft. wc, 2.1k.

note. this has been in my drafts since his birthday so i’m just clearing some stuff out. also, i miss him. i’m sorry this is barely proofread ᰔᩚ

your boyfriend gojo had always been some what of a tease, it was his own little way of loving you, always finding it somewhat rewarding when his efforts earn him one of your adorable pouts. whether it was little things like putting your belongings ridiculously high up so you couldn’t reach without him, or using his infinity to deny you of his kisses until you ask nicely.

but unfortunately, you weren’t immune to him, that’s why he was always so aware of the way a smile always threatened to pull at the corners of your lips and because of that, he always found himself smiling too.

sometimes gojo found himself thinking over his little schemes at work while his students were out training, mulling over ideas at his desk as he scrolled through your instagram feed. his free hand flicks at the edge of his blindfold before he lets it slap back along his pretty features— admiring you was one of his favourite little past times while he waits on you to reply to his text.

what will he do next to earn him one of those pretty little smiles that are reserved for only him? maybe even a few of those adorable little crystallised tears that clung to your lashes when his teasing was accompanied by the thick spread of his cock.

gojo groans at that, feeling the weight in his slacks rouse at the imagery of you beneath him— all pliant and pretty and begging for him, every tight, milking compression of your walls trying to lure out his load. you were always so greedy for it—

“oh?” the snowy haired sorcerer hums to himself as the realisation lingers, he offers himself a little relief with the press of his palm against his half-hard cock almost like a reward for his own genius thinking. he feels the weight twitch underneath his uniform slacks as his head drops back against his chair, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth to huff when his palm squeezes along the clothed shaft.

lucky for him and his impressive brain, gojo’s just got the perfect idea to pull the exact reaction he needs out of you. even if it means he has to suffer through the remainder of the school day teaching half-hard with only you on his mind, he thinks it’ll all be worth it when he gets to return home to you to execute his little plan.

maybe not so lucky for you though, not at first atleast.

but you’re oh so tempting beneath gojo right now he almost forgets about his little mission entirely.

you’re spread out on your shared bed, soft thighs hugging around his hips and the way your lips part to pant, to moan and whine for him has his cock throbbing from where he’s letting it press into all the saccharine, sweet spots inside of you. your eyes are lidded and blown, almost rolling back with every languid rock of his hips and above all else you’re so wet and tight and close. 

but you’ve been close for the better part of about thirty minutes now and gojo knows that. that’s why whenever he feels you getting a little too close, when the flames of your orgasm begin to lick at the base of your spine and your thighs twitch— he makes sure to deliberately slow down, to pull back like he’ll leave you entirely and let you see one of his more pink-cheeked, handsome grins when you’re trying to pull him back in, thighs and pussy squeezing so hard like you’re scared he’ll pull out too soon.

he won’t, he never would… but he likes seeing you want, need him to stay.

so now you’re so needy for release you’re sweating hard, trembling beneath the huge hug of his greedy palms as they press and squeeze into your body. he’s pulling you closer until you’re flush against him, chest to chest as he smears kisses along your jawline and cheeks— like he’s trying to crawl into your skin and keep you there and he’s so big, in every sense, you can barely breathe with every rock of his hips with yours.

“s-satoru, please—“ you stutter begrudgingly, your voice breaks under the weight of your own arousal but the trembling undercurrent is only emphasised by the deliberately deep kiss of gojo’s cock with his next thrust. he likes hearing the way every wet squelch has your breath catching, lungs trembling along with your body beneath him.

“oh, you want somethin’ princess?” his reply is smug, he almost sings it along your cheek as he smears another kiss across the skin before he’s pulling back to smile again. but you can’t even be mad because the blue of his eyes glows softly when he looks at you and the next press of his hips into yours is loud and clapping as your toes curl almost painfully at his sides.

“please..” you try again and for a second gojo decides to humour you, to let his palm squeeze at your hips to pull you higher — angling you in a way that lets his cock graze sinfully along all of the right spots. for a second, you think he might let you cum but by the time you feel it, eyes rolling back as the cotton fills your mind— you feel cold as his hands leave you and you’re leaning up to grab at his shoulders, leaving crimson mark along his pale skin to pull him back over you before he can pull out and leave and he lets you so easily. so deliberately.

“gotta tell me what you need, baby.” his voice is soft as he looms over you again, tender despite the way he’s teasing you because the way he moves you, fucks you and loves you was still limitless. you feel his lips graze along your cheeks again before they press a sweet kiss to the corner of your own.

you can hear your heart in your ears, but you still manage to turn to meet his crystalline gaze as he gives you a real kiss, humming before you feel him smile against your lips. but he coaxes the answer out of you with his next languid thrust as his cock presses deep. “‘toru, ‘m so close. l-let me cum.”

“hm, what’s that? don’t know if you’re ready yet.” gojo grins as he looks over you but you recognise the way he pulls back as a good sign when his hands fall to your hips to squeeze.

“i.. i am—ah!” another slow rock into you and the lewd squelch your pussy makes has him smiling wider, letting his eyes leave yours in favour of admiring the way your slick folds spread around him. he presses his hips flush against yours with his next thrust, making you twitch— gasp at how deep it feels like he reaches before he’s watching his wet withdrawal. your slick clings to the snowy hair across his pelvis and the image makes him groan before he’s swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made to chuckle, slender digits teasing close to your clit.

“oh, all ‘f me? such a greedy girl, aren’t ya?” you feel yourself burn when his eyes lift to touch yours again and the look alone has you reeling. your pussy squeezes tight around him and despite your foggy mind you still notice the way it makes his muscled abdomen tense, his hand on your hips squeezes almost too tight as he hisses through his teeth. he can’t keep this up forever.

“my greedy girl, hm?” gojo hums again but there’s a carnal drop in his tone this time as his lidded gaze holds yours. his snowy hair is framing his handsome, flushed features and the look of him alone makes you feel so close despite the way it’s accompanied by the trace of his hand along your stomach. you barely notice until the next press of his hands is between your thighs as he swipes at your clit. “and this pussy’s so greedy f’ me too, ‘s that it, princess?”

“s-satoru, yes! p-pleasepleaseplease!” you’re louder now, begging and panting and he fucking loves you like this as he takes up a pace that’s a little faster, heavier. it’s an improvement from the slow rock he’s kept you at majority of the night but it feels just as intimate as his fingers bare down eagerly between your folds.

“nice and loud, baby. i can’t hear you.” gojo teases despite the want that weighs heavy in his tone, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers roll your puffy clit in sticky circles. his movements pair with the back and forth stutter of his hips as he digs your orgasm out of you — breathing hard when he feels your pussy throb around him for the nth time tonight. he’ll never get tired of this feeling, of the way you’re looking at him so adoring and beautiful. “you want more of me, ‘s t-that it?”

he’s done holding back now because he’s gotten exactly what he wants, he’s got you where he needs you. the crystalline tears gathering at your lashes are killing him, you’re pretty and fucked out and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in you, to feel you squeeze and tremble beneath him as you cum.

“need you, ‘toru. i love y-you, all of you—please!” gojo repositions his knees as he begins a pace that’s a little faster, needier until each smack of his hips is loud and clapping and every quick thrust leaves you breathless, beginning to lose his pace as he presses deep into your body.

“oh yeah? who am i to say no when you’re being s-so sweet f’ me.” he smirks but he makes sure to follow it up with an i love you as he gazes down at your fucked out features, leaning close to pepper you in more smeared, messy kisses.

“‘toru, gonna cum! fuck—“ you cry for him and gojo groans low as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first, sudden, milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s breathing hard as he coaxes and eases you through your eventual mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good after all of his teasing and edging that it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“wanted all of me, princess? yeah? s-so fuckin’ good f’ me.” he’s babbling but he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you, feeling his cock finally throb inside of your soaked pussy as he gives into the needy coax of your body — rewarding you with the orgasm you’ve earned from him, the one you own.

gojo pulls away to kiss you as he cums, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, every heavy rock of his hips pushing out his load as he fills you. he shudders when he feels your tongue push against his, he’s pressing more i love yous and affirmations between your lips and he almost pins you completely underneath his huge body as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

he only stops when you’re both gasping, but instead of pulling away he lets himself drop on top of you as he continues your kiss— it’s lazier now, soft kisses and pecks as he twists into you, leaving you drowsy and pliant when he pulls away to look at you again. still, he’s smirking and suddenly you’re reminded of the torture he just put you through as you consider thwacking the pretty grin off of him.

“you’re so annoying, ‘toru,”

“is that right? you were saying somethin’ different a second ago, princess. you a liar now?” gojo still manages to gasp dramatically as he sends you a pointed look and his dramatics make you roll your eyes, considering it’s all you can do with the way his huge body blankets you.

you couldn’t roll away from him even if you tried, you’re not trying to either when you feel his fingers trace wobbly hearts into your waist.

“you’re evil,” another kiss and you know he’s won when his eyes seem to glimmer smugly as you give into him so easily. but still because you love him, you let your arms circle around his shoulders as he leaves your lips to send you a dramatic pout with his next crystalline, puppy dog blink. although he can still barely hide his smirk as his eyes narrow.

“mmm, so mean. i preferred the pretty sounds you were makin’ a second ago. you gonna let me hear them again, hm?”

“satoru!”

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Imagine...

That your cursed technique allows you to create an invisible and indestructible shield around your whole entire body and can even create the same shield for your allies.

And teen!Gojo always (always) has a comment to say about said technique.

"Please, my infinity is far stronger than your flimsy shield."

For years he's been saying this even as you have proven that your cursed technique could protect anyone. Even Riko and Geto. Even Nanami and Haibara.

Even when Gojo is fighting Sukuna, the two in a heated battle where only one could win while the other dies.

Adult!Gojo was strong there was no doubt about that, but still. You couldn't stop yourself from lifting up your hand. Your entire focus on Gojo as you activated your cursed technique.

"What the-"

Sukuna snapped his gaze towards you. His final attack towards the strongest having been neutralized and the King of Curses could only find himself smirking at you, "I knew I should of figured out a way to kill you before I took out Gojo."

All the while Gojo was still breathing. His hands coming down to lay at his stomach. His upper and bottom half still attached. Sukuna's attack was so fast. Gojo was sure it would have killed him, his infinity wouldn't have been able to stop it, and yet...

Your shield was able to withstand such a force.

☆HIGHSCHOOL MEMORIES☆ SATORU GOJO X READER

Genre: crack, heartbreak (no comfort), fem! Reader, reader having something near the same personality as Gojo

Notes: Just a few flashbacks from Gojo and Y/n's high school years together! (This isn't proofread y'all, so please, don't mind my mess of commas.🤕✊🏼)

LISTEN WHILE READING!

"Gojooooooooo, Satoruuuuuuu!!!!" You called as you raced toward him and Geto at full speed, grinning like a maniac. Geto looked back, a slightly fearful look on his face as he saw the quick speed your legs were going. You could even see the animated bead of sweat on his head as he tapped Gojo beside him. The white-haired boy perked up in confusion, but before he could fully turn a yelp left his lips when you continued to run.

"Y/NNNNN!!-- WAIT! MY INFINITY!!!!---" He yelled, screaming bloody murder when you made his bigger body collapse like a weary skyscraper, a groan leaving his lips.

"Senpaiiiii~" You cackled, wrapping your arms around his neck. As he got up with ease, your legs quickly locked around his waist with your chin annoyingly digging into his boney shoulder.

"Sooooooo..." Your eyes moved around the dramatically big campus, unconsciously breathing in the scent of Gojo's strong cologne. "Why are you guys skipping? That's bad y'know."

As a first year compared to them, the pair saw you as a kid-- well a brat to say the least, considering how much you insufferably clung to Gojo and threw random flirty remarks at him whenever he asked why you weren't attending your classes. It ticked you off, and Geto's face showed that he could not take another one of Gojo's clones; A much more immature one at that. Though it wasn't surprising since you were two years younger than them and fresh out of middle school.

"Ya can't say that, Y/n~" Your white-haired senior looked back at you through his sunglasses while flashing you the charming smirk that always made you fold in thirds-- or more. "You're skippin' too."

His fingers meet your forehead in a flick, earning a soft whine and a pout from you. Geto then spoke up, scanning your entire figure clinging to Gojo's body.

"What are you here for, Y/n?" You look over at him, deeply thinking about it before perking up and jumping off of Gojo to walk beside him.

"This pen!" You exclaim with an excited grin, and they both look at you with raised brows. You huff in annoyance, shaking the writing tool in your hand.

"I saw you training with like, a pencil earlier, and I saw you spinning it in your hand. Can you teach me how to spin it? Pleaseee?"

"And then I was like--" A yelp left your lips as Gojo took a quick bite from your chopsticks, biting them and accidentally tugging you to his side with the grip of his teeth on the wooden utensils, pulling you off of the bench. "Gojo! What the--" A cackle coming from Mei Mei left you speechless, looking to see Shoko and Geto holding back from bursting into a fit of endless laughter. You furrow your brows in confusion, looking over at Mei Mei.

"He's been staring at your food like a predator for the past ten minutes," She chuckled and you raised a brow, looking over at his side to find him not there.

"You could've just ask-- huh?" Your eyes moved around in confusion until you found him hovering over your lunch box to take a piece of melting mochi, letting out a whine when you slammed your chopsticks against his head, unintentionally breaking them on his forehead.

"Keep away from my food!"

"Not before I!!!--" WHACK!

"Gojo!" Your voice called out as you jogged toward him, waving at him. A smile curled your lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you catch up to him. For some reason he was standing outside of a classroom. That's odd.

Once you caught up you spoke, "What are you doing?" Said senior slid his hands into his pockets, slouching and tapping his foot against the wooden floor. "Jus' waitin' for a friend. What is it, Y/n-san?"

A heat spread across your cheeks and you grinned. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to this--"

"You ready to go, Satoru?" A feminine voice interrupted your sentence and both you and Gojo's heads turned to the sound.

There stood a girl much taller than you and more mature-looking. Knitting your brows you stared at her, you've never seen her around but she definitely was pretty. Wavy and composed strands of brunette hair adorned her head and shoulders touched up with a small navy blue headband while her lips were pink and glossed, long lashes touched up with just a hint of mascara. Goodness, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Round amber eyes stared at the boy next to you before landing on your own figure, her slightly knitted brows showing confusion as to who you were.

The only questions that floated around your head were, who is she and why was she calling your man by his given name?! The fuck, bitch?

Gojo broke the tension with an awkward chuckle, snaking an arm around the brunette's waist. You watched the simple yet heart-breaking action, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"What were you going to say, Y/n?"

Snapping back into reality you straightened your posture and cleared your throat, looking up at him with a faint smile.

"Oh it was nothing, uh-- don't worry about it."

"But I don't understand," Your lip quivered, gripping the pillow that you currently hugged. "I've tried everything and it just doesn't work.." A tear trickled down your cheek and you sniffled the snot that was close to leaving your nose.

Shoko gave your shoulder a gentle pat in attempt to comfort you, a sigh leaving her lips.

"There are much better people out there--"

"And he accepts other girls but doesn't accept me when I ask him to go out! What the fuck?!" A loud sob escaped you, hiding your face from the brown haired girl in embarrassment. She stared at you with a small frown while rubbing your back.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying. I can't exactly do anything about your situation, Y/n."

Awkward tension stood between you and Gojo sitting next to each other on a bench waiting for the rest of his friends to finish trying to break the vending machine a few feet away from you. After the day you had seen the girl he was with, you unintentionally made things weird with the seventeen year-old, not talking to him as much as you usually did and using the excuse of being 'tired' or 'not in the mood to talk' Whenever someone asked why you weren't being as annoying and bubbly as you usually were. With the way he looked at you that day you were contemplating if he knew about your big crush on him. --Then again Gojo was the heir of the six eyes. He never missed a thing, that was for sure.

You were trying to make things go back to normal though, and the best idea you got was: making your sweet senior a bento box full of his favorite foods, aside from yours.

After a few more minutes you decided to speak up.

"Oh, yeah, um..." A cold puff of smoke left your lips when you spoke, and Gojo's head snapped toward your figure, placing the can of soda that was on his lips down next to him on the empty side of the wooden seat.

"I.... you usually don't come to lunch break with anything to eat, so I made you something." You softly cleared your throat as you avoided his gaze, the bottom half of your face hiding under the black scarf you wore.

You didn't understand why you were nervous-- hell, you were more than that; extremely anxious. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your mouth with the way he attentively stared at you even if his eyes were covered. Thank the lords those glowing orbs were covered-- if they weren't, you'd be digging your own grave.

Your hands then pulled a bento out of the mini tote bag you always held at lunch time, placing it on the small empty space between you two.

Gojo stared at the lunch box for a few seconds, before letting out a quiet chuckle, fixing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Look, Y/n..." A harsh wind blew against you both and you immediately raised your brows, heart skipping a beat as his orbs met yours, lifting his glasses off of his nose and resting them on the top of his head.

Your heart dropped.

"I know that you... like me. And, uh, I don't-- I don't feel the same," The boy nodded, a look of pity forming somewhere in the glowing pools of turquoise that his eyes held. You swallowed dryly and parted your slightly chapped lips to say something but nothing came out. The last thing you heard from him was a simple ' 'm sorry' before he stood up from the bench and began to walk off to the group of arguing idiots, his glasses falling back onto his face.

You felt cold: frozen, even. And it wasn't all because of the strong wind that knocked your lunchbox off of the bench. The lunch box you made for him in giddy hopes that he would take it and warm up to you again with the same charming smile he usually gave you.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at his back and once he turned his head to look at you all he saw was your hands scrambling to reach for his bento, shoving it into your lunch bag and shakily getting up with teary eyes that the wind seemed to exaggerate. You didn't know where your legs were taking you but you didn't mind as long as you weren't near him.

While you walked away from the distracted group and his sharp stare, all you could think of was what Shoko told you.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying." Yeah, you weren't going to talk to him or any of his friends ever again you were definitely doing that again.

arranged marriage! gojo heacanons

pairing: gojo x fem!reader synopsis: just some headcanons about arranged marriage gojo! headcanons do follow a linear plot content: MDNI (18+ONLY), nsfw & sfw content, arranged marriage, p->v, oral (fem!receiving), pregnancy, breeding, not proofread because i'm lazy!!! a/n: i had a request to do a sort of expansion/sequel/prequel (?) on my business or pleasure fic, so... this is that. enjoy! and remember AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!! wc: 2k (that's so much headcanon lmao)

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who reluctantly agrees to an arranged marriage when the clan decides it’s time to secure the lineage and make a new heir.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose jaw nearly drops when he sees you for the first time as you’re walking down the aisle. No way you’re that hot… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s practically rocking on his feet waiting for the minister to give him permission to kiss you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who drags said kiss on a little (a lot) longer than he needed to and spends the rest of the night wishing he’d dragged it on even longer.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s actually really pissed that there are so many damned guests at his wedding. All of them want to talk to him when all he really wants to do is talk to you!!! 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who only gets about three words into you the whole night and feels like pouting every time someone pulls him away from your arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally relaxes a bit when the party’s over and he finally gets you alone. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has a hard time keeping his hands to himself on the drive home. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who can’t help but stare at your lips as you answer his silly little questions about your favorite color and your favorite food.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who has to restrain himself from literally pulling you out of the car and up to his penthouse. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who suddenly finds himself a little nervous when he finally has you to himself. It’s his wedding night and he has to please his wife, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who revels in tearing away your dress until he sees the lacy little white set you have on underneath.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who pins your wrists to the bed just so he can admire the way you look beneath him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who nearly comes with no warning the first time he hears you moan his name. He decides it’s his sole purpose in life to make you moan like that as much as possible. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is somehow both gentle and rough, who peppers you with kisses but rocks into you so good he has you seeing stars. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he ascends when you come around his cock and then ascends again when he remembers he married you and gets to see it for the rest of his life. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes sure to cum inside you and give you every last drop. After all, you have to make a new little Gojo heir, right?

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who holds you tightly to his chest until you drift off to sleep with your head atop his heart. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes the next two hours to be able to fall asleep himself, too hyped up on all the endorphins he’s feeling.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose brow furrows and stomach drops when he wakes the next morning to you not in his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who scours the house for you and finds you in the living room reading, already having been up for hours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart fractures a little bit when you greet him soooooo formally and tell him that there’s some breakfast in the fridge. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends far too long in the shower, letting the water run over him and trying to figure out where he went wrong. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who comes to the conclusion that he just needs to win you over a little more slowly, who smiles and thinks he knows exactly how to do it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds you still reading on the couch and tells you to get ready to go out– you’re going shopping. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who takes you to every designer shop he can think of and buys everything your eyes so much as graze over. Even if you tell him you don’t want it– he doesn’t care. You’re getting it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart flutters in his chest when you smile at a pretty little necklace he buys you. It’s not the most expensive thing he’s bought you by far, but it makes you the happiest nonetheless. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s confused as to why you keep thanking him so profusely on the way home. His money is your money now… do you not know that? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes a stop at the bank on the way home and gets you a flashy black credit card with your name (and new last name hehe) printed at the bottom. He loves the way your eyes widen and your lips part when he tells you there’s no limit. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who asks you what you want to do that night. Fly to Paris for dinner? Pack for a vacation to Bali? Maybe just a fancy meal at Tokyo’s most exclusive restaurant? He’s shocked when you say you’d prefer takeout and a movie on the couch, but all too happy to oblige.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who orders half the menu at your favorite ramen restaurant that he’s never heard of. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes go wide when he takes the first bite and tells you it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who stares at your lips when you laugh and ask him, “really? The best?” 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s suddenly tugging your skirt down your thighs and burying his face between your legs. He takes one long lick and moans, saying that the ramen is now only second-best. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks he could fuck you for hours on his couch, but stops after just a few rounds. He doesn’t want to tire his little baby out. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who savors the way you let him hold you after sex. Why couldn’t he hold you like this all day? So what if you’d just met– you’re his wife??? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buries his face in your neck to memorize the moment, dreading the second you pull away from him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who almost protests when you wrap a blanket around your body and pad off, saying you’re going to take a shower.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who debates cornering you in the bathroom for another round, if only so he can hold you again, but thinks better of it and cleans up your forgotten ramen instead.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is completely exasperated when you never return to finish the movie. He finds you sitting in your shared bed, reading again. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose heart drops when you only look up long enough to give him a small smile instead of tumbling straight into his arms. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds himself once again in the shower contemplating his existence. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who decides he’ll win you over one way or another, even if it takes longer than he originally intended… 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who climbs into bed next to you and slings an arm around your waist casually, like his heart isn’t hammering in his chest when he buries his face in his pillow. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who doesn’t truly fall asleep until you turn off your bedside lamp and lie down beside him. His heart does little skips when you don’t wiggle out from under his arm. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who wakes first in the morning this time to find you curled so tightly into his chest he’s sure his pounding heart is going to wake you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes turn into little hearts when you wake blushing after you realize how closely you’ve curled into him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who tells you it’s okay and pulls you back into him and smirks when you can't see his face.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends the next few weeks buying you every knick and knack, every snack and meal, and bending you every surface in the house. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes light up whenever he sees you wearing that little necklace he bought you on that very first shopping trip. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who buys you another necklace… this one with his initials dangling from the chain. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes you ride him so he can see his letters swaying from your neck as you come on his cock. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who spends every waking moment with you on his mind, who gets in a sticky situation while fighting more than once because he’s waiting for you to text him back or remembering all the nasty things he did to you last night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finally takes a look at the pages of those books you like so much and realizes the pure filth his dirty little wife reads right beside him every night. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s not angry or put off, but rather excited. He uses it as a manual the next he has you under him and when he repeats a line verbatim from your book he laughs so loud at your shocked little blush that he’s sure you’re both getting a noise complaint in the morning. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who makes every effort to find out what you like (beyond reading smut) and buys you front row tickets to a concert for a band that you both happen to love. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who finds out your favorite movie series and takes three (unapproved) days off of work just to have a marathon with you. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who is having his morning coffee (full of cream and sugar and caramel sauce, of course) when you make your way into the kitchen with your lip pulled between your teeth. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo whose eyes blow wide when he sees a stick with two little pink lines and realizes he’s managed to knock you up on the first try.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who simply has to have you right then and there, bending you over the counter and groaning your name when he slides inside your cunt. He’s gentler this time, though. Can’t be too rough when his wife is pregnant, right? 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who goes overboard with his excitement and buys a new car the same day he finds out you’re pregnant. It’s practically a tank with all its safety features. He says you’re only allowed in that specific vehicle for the foreseeable future. Get used to it. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s all over you now. Whatever restraint he had before is gone now that you’re carrying his baby. He touches you… everywhere. All the time. It’s like it pains him to not have at least a smidgen of his skin on yours. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who keeps trying to win you over in the following weeks. He needs you. Not just your body, but your mind and your soul, too!

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who just lets it slip that he loves you when he’s balls deep in your cunt. Doesn’t even get embarrassed or flustered about it, just keeps pounding into you and whining about how much he loves you over and over again while he’s filling you up. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who lets the floodgates open after that. He tells you he loves you at every opportunity. It gets to the point where those three little words don’t even fluster you anymore, but you haven’t said them back. Not yet. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who waits patiently. He knows he’s getting to you, little by little. He’s sure he’ll hear you say it back soon. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who’s blindsided despite having convinced himself he’d be able to play it cool. He’s got you on the couch, wrapped up in his arms with his head on your tummy (he gets to hold you as much as he wants now hehe). You’re braiding his hair when you tell him that you love him. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who flushes the deepest shade of pink you’ve ever seen and pulls down his blindfold like he needs to see you say it again.

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who begs to hear it again and again and again until he’s smiling so wide it's literally blinding. 

Arranged Marriage! Gojo who thinks his arranged marriage was definitely the best thing to ever happen to him <3

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Pay it no mind

Part III

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II

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Ikeda Haruki and you had met while you were in high school, although he did not attend Jujutsu Tech. In fact, he did not know anything about the jujutsu world or curses, the reason being that he was a non-sorcerer.

“Oh, I see… So you think they discontinued it?” Haruki looked at the products you had been holding just a couple minutes ago, touching his chin with his finger.

You shrugged. “I think so. This is the third store I try, and they just don't have it” He had asked you if you lived nearby, to which you had admitted that you did not, but your search for a certain shampoo brand had led you to that particular store.

He had laughed, but still said he totally understood, and that he would also search all of Tokyo for his favorite tea if it ever disappeared.

That made you laugh a little. “It’s not quite the same.”

You had forgotten how easy it was to engage in conversation with Haruki. That is how you quickly learned that he had only returned to Tokyo a couple months ago but was becoming a regular at that store; that he had spent some time abroad, but he had come back for work and now lived alone; and that he was sorry he did not do more to stay in touch with you.

The sun was setting when you exited the store and were about to part ways with Ikeda. The shine in his eyes reflected the colors of a sunset sky and, although nothing like the shades of blue you had grown to love, his gaze made you nostalgic for a time, years ago, when you were younger, and your hearts were probably lighter.

“Would it be okay if I asked for your number?”, Haruki’s face showed just a bit of embarrassment, “I’m not trying to be creepy!”, he blushed and laughed nervously as you smiled. He was still as charming as you remembered him. “It’s just that it is nice finally seeing a familiar face. I’m sorry if that sounds…”

“No, I get it”, you interrupted him. “Things must feel different after being away for so long. I would love to catch up sometime.” You put out your phone to get his number.

***

“Don’t you dare mix your sweets with my popcorn, Satoru!”, you warned him from your small kitchen.

It had been almost two months since Gojo had rejected you, but your friendship had somewhat returned to normal. Of course, there had been weird moments between you two, like when he would mindlessly drop an arm around your shoulders and lean too close to your face, or when he would fix your uniform or try to feed you something sweet. Those things had been just part of your usual dynamic weeks ago, but now, he would back off a bit, sometimes even before seeing your flustered face.

Now, he would do his best to just point out you needed to fix the button of your jacket and put a sweet in your hand instead of taking it straight to your lips. You did not know, but he had resolved in his heart that, if he could not give you a clear answer, at least he did not want to give you any mixed signals.

You carried the drinks to the living room and sat next to Gojo. “Are we really going to eat all of that?”, you observed the variety of food in front of you that Satoru had brought and unpacked.

“You underestimate us.” He smirked and put his arm around you. He was trying, truly, but old habits die hard.

“We are going to have a hell of a stomachache after this.” You sighed and scooted closer to him. Old habits really die hard. “So, what are we watching first today? I think it is your turn to pick.”

It was usual for you and him to meet at one of your places every once in a while, to have a movie marathon and eat as much as you humanly could. Albeit unsaid, both of you were glad you were not giving up that tradition despite the events of the last few weeks.

“That one where the kid dies at the end.” He shoved a bunch of popcorn in his mouth

You glared at him. Satoru was a movie enthusiast but also a walking spoiler alert.

***

2:47 am

Your eyes opened and adjusted to your poorly illuminated living room. You had fallen asleep at some point during your third movie and judging by the position you and Satoru were in, he had been deeply asleep for a while too.

“Satoru”, you whispered. “Hey, wake up. Your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”

His sunglasses had fallen off his face, so he recognized your ceiling immediately. Had he dozed off? His arm tightened slightly around your waist, and he looked at you.

“We fell asleep.” Your face had been pressed to his chest, but you were moving his arm away to sit up, your eyes on the tv screen showing the credits of the movie you had probably not finished watching. He looked at them too; his neck was a bit sore. “What time is it?”, he asked.

You stretched before reaching for your phone. “Almost 3:00 am. We should head to the bedroom”, you yawned.

Now that woke him up. “The bedroom?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You are staying, right? But you cannot take the bed if you don't want the futon this time.” It was not a big deal that he stayed. After all, he would do it most times.

Since you did not have a guest room, he had insisted on getting a futon so he could stay over when he was 'too tired' to go home, although he would sometimes steal your bed and force you to take the futon instead because 'it was more comfortable' and 'best friend privilege'.

Of course, you had argued that he could just teleport home if he wanted, but he would put the futon in your bedroom anyway or in the living if it was a summer night and stay over.

“Right...”, he said.

It took you a second too late to realize that he might have thought it to be weird. Sleeping in the same room as him used to be one thing, but now would he not prefer going home?

"Alright." You nodded and went to the bathroom in a hurry to shake away any awkwardness.

Gojo felt relieved when you left him alone, hoping his expression had not been too revealing. He sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair. His face felt hot, and what on earth had he imagined at the mention of your bedroom?

He thought of how close you had been just a moment ago and how easily he had relaxed and fallen asleep with you in his arms.

We fit perfectly. He smiled at that thought but immediately felt the urge to scold himself. What is wrong with me? We are friends.

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Note: Can you tell I enjoy picturing Gojo in denial?

Thanks for reading!

Next: Part IV

Bro’s the Type to :: Satoru Gojo

synopsis :: silly head canons, you guys already know ^_^ except it’s dovey gojo not the canon hoe 😓

satoru gojo’s playlist. navigation station🚉.

Bro’s the type to..

୨୧ make a bet that if you can catch him in a game of tag he’d [___] but then turn his infinity on so you can’t touch him.

୨୧ instead of sitting on his lap he’d sit on yours

୨୧ to buy you expensive gifts without you even asking him to buy it

୨୧ to tease you if he ever caught you reading smut and literally never let you live it down. “oh so thaaat’s what you’re into?” is what he’d say when he catches you, and if you’re out somewhere public he’d probably say something shameless along the lines of “i decided to read that book you were reading, reminds me of that one scene in chapter 6. should we recreate it?” (#cringe #ilovehim #yesletsrecreateit)

୨୧ to beeeeeg you to play with his hair all the time, like this guy def asks for head scratches

୨୧ to hug you from behind. i know this man’s favourite way to give hugs is from behind. like if you’re washing dishes, cooking food or doing anything and it gives him the chance to do so, he’s doing it. i just knooow it. you’d feel his arms wrap around your waist and his head lean into your shoulder and he’d probably say a soft “hey baby”

୨୧ to be most comfortable with you. he’s for sure always taking off his blindfold around you and staring at you with his freakish blue eyes but he still cute though.. i guess.

୨୧ to stand in the doorway and say “i’m not in your room” as he’s only a centimetre out when you tell him to leave your bedroom. god he’s so annoying.

୨୧ to poke at you constantly when you tell him to stop touching you. I TOLD YOU HE’S ANNOYING.

୨୧ to sit in the most awkward positions

୨୧ to ask for chocolate milk and chicken fingers at nice restaurants mostly just to embarrass you

୨୧ to constantly brag about you to his students. we love a man who brags

୨୧ to make you walk home in the rain all angsty because he thinks it looks cool and builds character

he’s a loser. and we all love him. why?

comments + reblogs are appreciated ♡ yuji, megumi and inumaki versions of this are located in the navigation station!!

emi’s notes— i haven’t made an actual post in so long so i wanted to put something out and ik a few people wanted a gojo version of this so here it is!! ^w^ LUV U POOKIES

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