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IM CRYING I LOVW THIS MS MUCH PLEASE MAKE MOREEE😭😭😭

synopsis. you’d always wait for satoru.

tags. JJK CHAP 236 SPOILERS, it’s like fluff and angst but neither at the same time yk

"took you long enough."

satoru blinked twice, those icy lashes fluttering as his blurry gaze focused on the figure next to him. he hadn't heard that voice in so long that it barely felt real, a fragment in his memories.

"i thought you'd be at least a little bit happy to see me," your lips were tilted up in a grin that easily met your eyes. you're eighteen: white blouse tucked into a long skirt and your hair twisted up away from your face. there's a sliver of silver peeking up from below your collar and he didn't need to see the necklace fully to know that the characters on the bottom spelt his name.

you were gorgeous.

"i'm always happy to see you," it was unnatural for satoru's voice to be so quiet and gentle and your laugh created a symphony he'd long forgotten. it had been six excruciating years since he'd last been blessed with your joy.

the last time he had seen you you were twenty-two, a white cloth covering your body. a mission gone wrong. that was what shoko had told him and he just had to accept it, because what else could he do?

he was the strongest until it mattered.

"smile a little for me toru, i've missed you," you were bubbly but there was a tenderness in your tone. you were dead, and now so was he, it wasn't something someone could acknowledge lightly.

but he was here, with you, and so despite it all he did as you wished, the smile he reserved only for you. there was a brief moment, the two of you staring lovingly into the other's eyes as you adjusted to this new reality: one where curses didn't exist and gojo satoru was just gojo satoru.

"you waited for me?" satoru asked, his glasses dropping further down his nose as his blue eyes flicked to your lips - the lips that had once been so familiar to him.

"we all did," you nudged his shoulder lightly and pointed in the direction of a vending machine where haibara and geto were arguing whilst nanami watched in eternal disappointment.

satoru swallowed thickly, blinking quickly like that could stop the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks.

the gentle touch of your hands against his face redirected his attention back to your pretty face. `'you're safe now, pretty boy. you've done all that you could for them, you can have peace now."

them. megumi, yuji, nobara, yuta, all of his students past and present. it hurt him to know that they were now facing kenjaku and sukuna without him, but death offered him a freedom he'd never had before. the peace you spoke of; not having to constantly be on alert for the next assignment or worry that he would be seeing his students in the morgue, it was a bliss he wanted more than he'd care to admit.

so he wouldn't admit it.

instead, he kissed you, his dead heart beating loudly in his ears as he remembered what it felt like to truly be alive.

a/n. no one talk to me ever again unless you’re saying sike this was all a big practical joke your hubby is alive

this is the another side of gojo you have yet to learn.

his vulnerability.

his shirt off and you can see the scars from the aftermath of the the war. his once flawless pale skin is riddled with huge lines of bumps and the ridges of his healed wounds. even with the reversed cursed technique he possessed, there's not so much it can do. only healed the wounds and left with scars. he is still beautiful though.

gojo prided himself in his looks and he never did felt insecure about it. his skin like snow and it's always gets red in the smallest of scratch of your nails in his skin but gojo likes it with your nail marks on his skin but the scars it tells a different story. a reminder of the people he lost. so many and worst he shared feelings with them.

gojo jokes how his scars matches with yours now. his scars are pinkish, some have the same color of his flesh. visible lines of his wounds on the pitted surface of his skin while yours are indented. streaks of lines visible in your body.

how yours was natural and his from a hard fought battle he won. this was the aftermath of a war.

then the pads of your fingers would trace his skin. the occasional bump when you run your fingers over them just like what he did with yours. a man could love what his woman have and a woman could love his man for what he is.

the wounds had healed but never what's inside. gojo is still human. some forgot about that part of him or gojo is that good at hiding his true feelings and here he is.

bare. bare in flesh and soul to the woman he had truly ever loved. it's easy to he naked with someone but it was never easy to be naked with your soul vulnerable in front of someone and gojo finds that peace with you. to be vulnerable with you.

the swirls of galaxy blues on the color of his eyes gazes at the woman in front of him who is touching him with such tenderness that it leaves him yearning for you more than he ever longed for someone.

holding your wrist with his hand. he made you stop from touching him. he loves it when you touch him but you need more appreciation than he can receive from you.

his lips ghosting in your palm, before pressing a tender kiss in your knuckles and gojo would press your soft body against his muscular one. your head in his chest where you can hear the steady rhythm beats of his heart. it's almost enough to lull you in sleep.

gojo kissing your hairline with small murmurs of "thank you for waiting for me." and "i almost lost you." the relief in his voice matching with gratefulness etched in his face. glad that you're still alive for him.

the warmth of your skin and his melding with each other and it's enough for the strongest to be vulnerable, just for once.

"sa—."

"satoru."

his name came in completely from your mouth. the hesitation dying out when you've seen him alive and well. the tears wells up in the corner of your eyes but you kept them at bay. not wanting to show the others your vulnerability and how much you've missed him.

there's a flash of relief then that annoying smirk of him before grabbing you away from the crowd who was anticipating him. they were not that ecstatic to see gojo back. more like watching someone pop out then only to find out what they expect which is true. gojo satoru is alive and coming back stronger more than ever.

he holds you in his arms. hugs you like you were the first breath in spring. his palm behind your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck then the tears came falling down.

he cups your cheeks, seeing your misty eyes and your lips quivering and looking back at those ocean eyes of his. the tears came pouring heavier than ever, blurring your vision.

"i thought i had lost you." his gaze softening at your words. "i'm here." he whispers, part of him glad that you're alive and well and the other is the anger and frustration from being tricked.

you're alive. he chants in his mind. breathing in your scent. hands wandering all over to the expanse of your soft body. he just needed proof he wasn't dreaming. the blues in his eyes dancing while looking at you.

he missed you so much, so much that he can't breath. what would happen to him if you weren't around. you're his pillar. his strength through the bad and the good times. that he can get through anything despite being the strongest. he needs you so much. loves you so much that even words nor his feelings could express his love for you.

pressing his lips into yours and warmth spreads all over to his body. a sweet kiss with longing for you. desperation behind those lips of his and when he looks at you.

you're the calm in his storm.

his everything and the world be damned if you weren't by his side.

ع｡˖⁺"𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘"

ಌ including: s. gojo x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

a/n: fluff prompt from @nightprompts

location: khalid

theres nothing toru loves more than being able to wake up next to your adorable sleeping face, messy bed hair, a tiny circle of drool stained on your pillow. You've said many times before you don't look exactly 'breathtaking' with bed hair and slight bags under your eyes, but to gojo you look just as beautiful as a sunset.

Part of him wonders if he should wake you up or let you sleep in a bit more, but everytime without fail during his thought process your eyes end up fluttering open to see toru smiling looking down at you. "Good morning sleeping beauty.", dream about me last night?" Rolling your eyes, you shuffled closer burying your face in his chest, mumbling a "You wish." Faking a pout he complained in a whiny voice, "Isn't normal to be wanting your s/o to dream of you? I dream about you every night you know.."

You giggled, looking up to kiss his nose. "I'm kidding toru, I did dream about you. You wanna explain to me why you hid all my favorite pillows around the house?" He smiled softly admiring your features as he looked down at you, "Probably because I wanted you to use me as a pillow."

"Even in my dreams your petty gosh.."

"You know you love it."

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance

contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !

author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎

satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.

that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.

gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!

gojoslittleslut: notice me pls

"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl— oh, fuck, what is that?"

you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.

gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~

satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.

suguru-geto: he has a gf ...

gojoslittleslut: yeah

gojoslittleslut: me

you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend. 

satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.

eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.

toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day

inumaki: we know gtfo

gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?

toji-fushiguro: bet

"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments. 

satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).

your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"

satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.

he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.

satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"

"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.

"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."

✩ — characters : satoru gojo.

✩ — synopsis : satoru gojo having a significant other who is scared of rollercoasters.

✩ — genre : fluff, (mention of smut?)

✩ — word count : 0.7k+

gojo decided he and his students needed a break from their training and their missions that they had been constantly assigned without breaks. so, like the man he is, he thought it would be fun to go to an amusement park. of course, yuji and nobara's eyes lit up from the astonishing things about amusement parks: all the food you get there, the awfully high and dangerous rides that you can ride, the minigames that you can play.

gojo was proud of himself for being such a good teacher and letting his students have a break. while he praised himself about his great accomplishment, you tugged at his sleeve and looked up at him.

his glasses were at the bridge of his nose and his blue eyes bored into you. "what's up?" he asked you. "gojo . . . are you sure this is a good idea?" he put his hands on his hips and looked up confidently, "the great gojo satoru always has good ideas!"

you giggled at his little speech, but at the same time, something formed at the pit of your stomach. you eyed the extremely tall rides, the formation in your stomach got worse every time you looked at it. it's like the tall structure had power over you.

after gojo finished praising himself, again, he looked at you. your eyes seemed lifeless, like you were being overpowered by something.

"hey, baby, you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. that movement shook you out of your daydream. "y-yeah, i'm okay." you said, putting on a smiling face so you could hide your discomfort.

suddenly, pitter-patters of feet came closer to the both of you.

"gojo-sensei! we found this big ride that we want you to see!" yuji said with excitement, with a corndog in his hand and all of the crumbs scattered around his mouth. "we don't think that you could handle it." nobara said with sarcasm as she was holding the same food item that yuji was eating; just less messier.

"lead the way my good sirs!" gojo said with enthusiasm. yuji, nobara, and megumi walked in the direction of the ride, gojo and you following behind.

once you two arrived at the destination, screaming children and adults could be heard from on the tall structure. that feeling in the pit of your stomach started to rise again, you felt uncomfortable near this ride.

"wow, y/n, look at that!" gojo said, pointing at the rollercoaster ride. "do you think we could get a seat together?" no way. there is no way he thinks that you're capable of getting on that ride.

"gojo . . ." you began, "doesn't that ride look a little bit too big?" you questioned, trembling in fear. "i don't think i would meet the height requirement anyway." he looked at you with confused eyes.

"big?" he questioned. he crossed his arms and looked you straight in the eyes, "if you can ride this dick you can ride this rollercoaster." you blushed at the comparison.

"gojo . . ." you said, covering your face, "those are two different things." he uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips. "doesn't look like a big difference to me!" he said enthusiastically.

"sensei! c'mon! unless you're scared." yuji said, getting in line for the rollercoaster. gojo started to walk off with his hand in yours. you wanted him to stay put, you wanted him to stay with you. you covered your eyes as he got into the line.

he glared at you with your confused expression. suddenly, he got out of the line with you in his hand. "we can stay here if you would like," gojo said, adjusting his glasses as he looked at the tall ride. "i don't care about being called a wuss by my students, i just want to make you feel comfortable."

you smiled and hugged him, as you buried your face deep into his chest. "thank you, gojo." you said. "ah, ah, ah, where's my 'i love you satoru, thank you for not letting me go on that treacherous ride.'"

you playfully punched his chest, he laughed at the action.

he held you close as you watched yuji, megumi, and nobara go up, down, left, right, upside-down, right-side-up on the ride—megumi keeping a straight face the whole entire time (he was annoyed at the fact that he was forced to come).

you and gojo were eating a corndog and some fries you got from a nearby stand. "i love you, gojo." you said, finishing your corndog. he looked down, you gazed into his crystalized eyes, "i love you more." he finished his corndog, throwing the stick in a nearby trash can.

"you forgot to say the other words too."

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (rollercoasters make my feet disappear).

gojo satoru who ships you a blue flower for every day that he's away from home. of course, he has a dangerous job so he needs to keep in touch with you somehow. it's like a little way of him saying 'hey i'm alive, no need to worry about me' type of present.

every single day you get a blue flower with a little note and a gift attached to it. it would usually be letters saying how much he loves you and misses you (and your touch) and different gift cards you can use on things he knows you love.

he specifically gets a blue flower because he thinks it resembles him. he knows it's the only thing that can help you remind you of him while he's gone for countless days (and months) so he just needs to keep your mind running and freshen up your memory.

he would also send little pictures of him standing beside his defeated enemy sending silly little messages. you would keep all of his blue flowers in a special place and write dates on them just so you know when you received him.

of course, during these days where you're lonely and the side that he sleeps on in your shared bed gets cold, you would always put a little blue flower by your dresser just so that side can get a little warmer so you could fall asleep at night. 

🔍︎ — satoru gojo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — you and satoru having matching pajamas.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — i am not really good in the partaking of writing about the gojo satoru, so i gave it a second shot. uhhh alll i wantttttt for christmassssssss issssssss youuuuuuuuuu.

“a week until christmas.” you said to yourself, putting up the holiday decorations around your shared home. the interior of the house was already looking festive—courtesy for you and your boyfriend, gojo, helping you out. 

“well, good morning, beautiful.” your boyfriend said, coming out of your shared bedroom after his afternoon nap. “good afternoon, gojo.” you said, correcting him as you brung him in for a kiss. his crystal eyes stared at you, so intimidatingly, but with love all at once. he cherished you and you knew it. it was like every day he was falling in love with you over and over again. he would look at you with admiration, and here and there, his heart would skip a beat. 

you were snapped out of your trance with a simple kiss on your temple. “these decorations look wonderful, baby.” he said, landing another kiss on your left cheek. “thank you, gojo. well, we did it together after all.” gojo hummed at your sentence as he continued to gaze at the christmas decorations: the little snowman that swung from the door, the christmas tree with christmas lights hung around it, the little elves on the shelves, and tiny little ornaments hanging from different places around the house. 

the scenery was amazing, just right for christmas. the silence was broken by a comment from gojo. “i couldn’t help but notice that you have the exact same pajamas i have on, sweetheart.” he was fiddling with your hair as he let out that sentence. 

you smiled as a certain heat started to creep up into your cheeks, making your upper half feel all fuzzy and hot. “w-well gojo . . .” you managed to stutter out. “since it’s almost christmas, i decided we could get into the christmas spirit. as one, y’know?” gojo hummed again, taking in the dialogue that just exited your mouth. 

“and by one, you mean, as a couple?” gojo asked, intertwining his hand into yours. “of course i do, ‘toru. who else would i want to spend my holidays with?” gojo rubbed your hand in soothing patterns, “i’on know, your parents, probably?” you giggled, “well, of course i would silly! but, i would spend the majority of the holidays with you.” you swore you heard gojo’s eyes light up.

his hand shifted a bit in yours—as a matter of fact, his whole body shifted. “r-really?” he muttered out, rubbing his thumb against the front of your hand. “of course, silly! we are one. are we not?” gojo smiled at your little comment as crystalline eyes stared you up and down. “of course, baby. we were meant for each other.” you both exchanged gazes as his eyes drooped down to your figure. 

“those clothes really fit you. i like it.” you smiled at his comment—he smiled back, eyeing you up and down when you weren’t looking. 

you both took a moment to admire the christmas decorations once again, before you both departed to your shared bed. 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✰ fem!reader (all separately).

♯ — what you get them for christmas.

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — BOOM BOOM GLACK. HAPPY CHRISTMAS (EVE) EVERYONE!

✰ satoru gojo: chocolate. gojo is really big on sweets. you see him gnawing on a lollipop or a chocolate bar here and there—and you see him pout when his candy supply runs low. so, you decided, this christmas you were going to give him a heart shaped like a chocolate. sure, it would be gone in a matter of minutes (probably seconds), but seeing his eyes light up when you handed him the gift was so worth it. 

✰ suguru geto: 64-pack of hair ties. geto loses his hair ties frequently, begging you to let him use yours on days end. that’s why this christmas, you decided to give him at least a month's worth of hair ties. even though he enjoys using your personal ones, he is very thankful that you gave him a limited supply of hair ties. he would give you a small smile as he accepts the offering.

✰ kento nanami: books. you know kento is a big reader. in his free time, you often see him lounging on the couch reading a book that he deeply enjoys. his coffee in his right hand and his book in his left. kento has been looking a little dull lately ever since he finished all his books. so this year, you decided to give him enough books to last him until he goes into his dull state again. he gives you a soft smile and embraces you into a hug.

✰ toji fushiguro: a 12-pack case of beer.

i know it sounds really off for a christmas present, but i feel like he would be really happy with it. he would just scan the package and wonder what's inside of it. once he opens it, it finally reveals the prize. he would kiss you on your forehead and say, “you know me so well.” 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

% — satoru gojo & fem!reader ]

❝ sexual content # unprotected sex # vulgar language # praise # vaginal sex # petnames # creampies # breeding # dom!gojo & sub!reader ❞

satoru gojo, who has tired himself out as well, looks at you with his pretty crystallized eyes as he politely asks for another round. with your sopping wet cunt and your tired hazy eyes, you opened your eyes wide enough to see his body glistening with sweat and his white locks sticking to his forehead. 

“‘toru.” you said, trying to shuffle away from him. he grabbed you by your thighs and pulled your waist up to his own. “shh shh shh, baby. i’ll take good care of you.” he whispered into your ear whilst aligning his tip with your glistening hole. 

your whine turned into a quick moan as he entered you with one quick thrust. he buried his face into your neck as he started to leave small hickies—on your collarbone and your jawline—that would be visible the next day. 

“there we go, good girl.” he groaned as he started to move his hips in a steady rhythm with both lust and desire guiding him. his balls slapped your ass at a much quicker pace as his hips moved faster and faster with his lust taking over. 

“jesus, baby.” he groaned. “so damn tight.” his thrusts started to get sloppier by the minute, each vein in his cock pulsing with fire as it rode against your walls, creating more pleasure for both you and your loving boyfriend. 

gojo let out a low “fuck” as he buried you to the hilt with his cock. you felt his semen spreading throughout your womb and around your pussy. it was already starting to leak out and it wasn’t even second before he spilled his seed into you. 

tiny huffs could be heard from gojo as he repositioned himself to get a better look at your fucked out face. “aww, my baby looks so beautiful.” he started to slowly stroke your tear-stained cheek as he placed a chaste kiss on it. 

“mm, but you’re still awake baby. how about another round?” a shit-eating grin plastered his face as his grin stretched from ear to ear. you whispered a silent “no” as you attempted to push him away, but that plea went deaf in his ears as he repositioned his cock directly at your entrance.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

this has gotta be the most domestic wholesome thing ive ever written.. nd gojo..

its 7:46 am, and the smell of bacon fills the kitchen.

creeping down the stairs and into the kitchen, your heart warms as you watch your husband in front of the stove, wearing an apron over his bare chest, and a pair of sweatpants.

“mm,” you moan, sauntering over and wrapping your arms around gojo from behind. “looks like daddy is cooking,” you whisper, pulling back a bit to rub at your growing belly.

gojo chuckles, the vibrations of his chest comforting to you. “i can get used to that, you know.”

your brow quirks up as he turns off the stove, removing his apron and slowly turning around to face you. he takes your arms and wraps them around his neck, before moving his hands to hug your waist and pull you flush against his body.

“get used to what?” you tilt your head, as he brings his forehead to rest against yours, the golden sunlight faintly caressing his face through the thin white curtains.

his blue eyes look almost aquamarine in the morning sun.

“you, calling me daddy.” he winks, moving his hands to squeeze greedily at your ass, before lightly slapping one of the cheeks.

scowling, you push him off, but he quickly captures your waist from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

sensitive and ticklish, you fold over, craning your neck to try and deny him access. he folds over you, his body a perfect mold against yours, as he peppers the other side of your neck in an illegal amount of chaste kisses.

“ah! you seein this, baby? your daddy is attackin me!” you scream, as you manage to free yourself from his captivity, running as he chases you around the island countertop.

gojo gasps, clutching his chest as if he were offended. “don’t say such devious things! i would never lay a hand on you, mommy, unless we just so happen to be.. wrestling.”

your eyes widen playfully, placing a hand on either side of your increasing belly. “not in front of the baby!”

“you didn’t seem to think about covering their ears last night.” he winks, catching you off guard as he jumps onto the counter, sliding to your side and grabbing you.

“satoru!” you laugh, as he continues to terrorize your neck with his kisses.

“let’s go back to bed, mommy. daddy needs your love too.” he teases, picking you up and throwing you gently over his shoulder, making his way to the stairs.

“but what about the bacon! you’re gonna let me starve? i doubt you truly love me.”

chuckling, gojo retreats back to the kitchen, slowly placing you in a chair around the island, kissing your temple softly.

“i will never give you a reason to doubt my love for you, and i will be sure that as we raise our little one, together,” he whispers, getting on his knees to place a kiss on your belly, “that they too, will know that their daddy loves their mommy, unconditionally.”