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gojo satoru x gn!reader ; gege give me that mf pen, ANGST ANGST, spoilers for the manga, mention of death, no y/n used, and reader is a little bit rude to shoko at first, 2.6k words

summary ; i wanted to write a more fulfilling ending for gojo because i feel he deserved it and gege i will never forgive you

melon’s recommended melody ; my love mine all mine - mitski

Waking up, hearing the chirps of life outside your window telling you it was a new day. Brushing the spot in bed next to you, only for it to feel empty and cold. Feeling the spot next to you became a habit that was hard to break. Getting up to brush your teeth, seeing the other toothbrush occupying the slot beside yours. Washing your face and feeling the chilly water hit your face. Heading to your living room, ironically it didn’t feel like it was lived in much. Opening the fridge not expecting much because you haven’t been to the groceries in, who knows how long? Sighing, not feeling hungry but knowing it wasn’t smart to leave yourself unsatiated. You go to the pantry seeing all kinds of sweets left untouched, you reach out to touch them but not grabbing one.

Feeling yourself tear up, you never had a sweet tooth and now thinking of something sweet made you sick to your stomach. How can you want something sweet when everything around you feels bitter? You felt nothing, saw no potential, you can’t even recall the last time you left the house. No drop of color, the world that was once made up of red and blue became black and white. You close the pantry wanting nothing more than retreat back to your bed for the rest of the day. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, pouring yourself some water. Drinking it, feeling the burn from the coldness hitting your dry scratchy throat.

Placing it down in the sink filled with glassware, not worrying too much about the piling dishes. Heading to the door, cracking it open just a bit to feel the sun heat up your freezing house. Stepping out to sit down on the porch stairs, hugging your knees. Looking around at your yard, glaring at reminders of what used to be. Your vegetable garden withered, planting those to joke around with Satoru. Reprimanding him, saying just because he was the strongest doesn’t mean he could eat nothing but sweets. You look at your flowers, specifically forget me nots, lining the house now lifeless and devoid of any color.

You march to the flowers angrily picking them up and stomping on the remaining garden. How dare they die, didn’t they know you were going through enough already? It’s not your fault that you couldn’t stop them from growing, it’s not your fault you had to wake up everyday to make sure they lived. It was selfish, it’s not like you wake up and someone makes sure that you’re alive. In fact no one reached out to you anymore, not Shoko, not Iljichi, and certainly not Utahime. You didn’t expect them to but for them to not even acknowledge Satoru’s body or death? To not even let you have a funeral for him.

You wonder if anyone even cared for him beyond his title, you knew Geto did. No one else cared for Gojo the way you and Suguru did. You don’t blame them for not checking up on you, Shoko hated confrontation, Iljichi was always scared of Gojo, and Utahime hated Gojo with her whole being. Part of you wanted to think he was finally at peace with his best friend. Knowing they were together brought you some sort of peace in this meaningless world. Another part of you wanted to scream, were you not enough for him to stay here. Were you not enough for him to win the fight and come back home to you.

Going back inside looking back at the mess you created in your front yard. The mess representing the muck that was going on in your head, ever since that day. That stupid day he went to battle the “King of Curses”, only for him to lose. Satoru was not the humblest person, you always told him that would be his downfall. Of course you thought Gojo was the strongest but your Satoru was still a vulnerable human. Slamming the door, attempting to run to your room. Only to trip on shoes at the front door, looking behind you to see Satoru’s loafers. The ones he would wear to teach, he loved teaching so much.

He wanted to be everything he hadn’t received as a student. Knowing that his teachers never really considered him to be a kid more like a mere prize. A prize saying I taught the strongest sorcerer and nothing more. His students and him were close but at the end of the day he was just their teacher, nothing more. Yuji and Yuta tried reaching out to you, coming to your house to knock only to be met with nothing. Yuji and Yuta admired Gojo, they knew what it meant to be the strongest. How being the strongest came with all kinds of burdens to bear or how being the strongest meant having people admire and hate you.

You feel your breathing getting heavy, you were never the strongest. You were known to always break down, being the crybaby of your family but you couldn’t help it. Yet, you haven’t cried since Satoru’s death was officially announced. You suddenly had no ounce of tears left in you, opting to just shut everyone out instead. Crying was stupid anyway, why would you cry? Crying wouldn’t bring him back, crying and screaming at the top of your lungs wouldn’t stop him.

Part of you wondered if he knew he was going to die, if he knew that he was going to lose against Mahoraga. Or better yet lose to Megumi, you knew Satoru didn’t have it in him to kill one of his students. If he couldn’t separate the two souls then that only left one option. However, the past can’t be dwelled on too much because it can never change, you slam your fists on the ground in agony. Feeling your ankle hurting but also feeling everything you had in you hurting too. Wanting nothing more than someone to pick you up off the ground, that someone being Satoru. Damn you Satoru, even in death he had an eerie way of sneaking back into your life.

It’s not like you wanted to forget about him, he was your entire life. You stayed awake some nights reminiscing on the future you both had planned, looking forward to getting married.

“You think when were married you’ll still have that dingy blindfold on?”, you laugh, messing with his hair. Satoru places a hand on his chest, gasping dramatically. “One, it’s not dingy. Second, obviously not. I’d probably choose something more stylish like sunglasses or maybe a tinted monocle.”, you groan in disgust. “You will absolutely not wear a monocle at our wedding. You’ll look like the monopoly man.”

You lay on the ground, soaking in the feeling of the pain from your ankle. Hearing a knock at your door, choosing to stay quiet not wanting anyone to see you in this state. “I know you’re in there you know, your garden wasn’t this ugly when I stopped by yesterday.”, you wince trying to pick yourself up. Funny how she chooses right now to finally show up, “Leave Shoko. I don’t need anything.”. She sighs knowing grief probably made you bitter, “Then why are you wincing? Open the door so I can fix whatever mess you got yourself in.”

“It’s open, let yourself in Leir.”, you lay against a wall preparing to let someone see you at your worst. “What happened?”, her clothes and breath smells like cigarettes, you wondered what got her back into the habit. “What didn’t happen, is what you should be asking.”, you roll your eyes. Shoko looks at your ankle, checking if it’s anything serious, chalking it up to only being a sprain. “I came because I have something to give you.”, you look over to her shaking your head. You didn’t think you could handle anything more than what you have on your mind right now. She hesitates, not wanting to upset you but also wanting to get everything off her mind. “I cleaned up his body. If you want to do a proper burial for him. Or if you just want to see him one last time, give you some closure you need.”, she hears your breath falter.

Knowing she’s pushing her limits, “Why would I host a burial when no one cared for him like I did.”, you angrily glare at her. You feel your breath quicken, it starts picking up as your thoughts become more rampant. She stays silent, feeling that if you have to spew your anger at anyone, she’ll let it be her. You look at your now swollen ankle, your messy house that no longer felt like a home, and messy kitchen. Wondering when this all happened, why did you let it get this bad?

Shoko hands you a letter, “I know you’re frustrated and even bitter with what Gojo’s decision was but he never stopped thinking about you even in his last moments. I know I've been an absentee friend but I cleaned him up because that was the only thing I could do. Send him to the afterlife being the Gojo you and I both knew.”, you feel all the pressure and pain that festered in you slowly crack. Knowing that even though you were painting everyone as the villain, the only true villain was fate and time.

Your lip quivers, apologizing to everyone in your head knowing they’re all suffering in their own way. You lift up the note, opening it up to see a messily drawn Satoru in the corner. Everything that’s been withheld these past couple of months finally breaks, looking to the top seeing the words “my love” printed. Taking a deep breath before proceeding. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. There’s nothing you could’ve done to stop me from trying to defeat that cocky old bastard.”, you roll your eyes knowing how he hated Sukuna but still decided to fight him. “I sent my best students and Shoko to come check on you, can’t have you losing yourself over me, right?”, you choke on your own tears.

You stop reading halfway, scared to continue. Scared that if you continue, you’ll lose the last thing that has Satoru’s last traces on it. Shoko sits by you letting you rest your head on her shoulder. “He wanted you to read it. He gave one to Megumi and Nobara too, keep going for him.” Nodding, pacing your breaths scared you’ll start hyperventilating, “I know it’ll be lonely without my overbearing personality but I’m not gone. I’ll be watching over you or looking up at you, whichever you prefer.”, you laugh through the tears as you feel your bittersweet smile slowly appears on your face. “I know I left before I could fulfill my promise about our future but the ring I wanted to use is in my drawer hidden under my blindfolds. I knew you wouldn’t look there since they’re so dingy, right?”, your tears fall as you get up slowly.

Shoko gets up, reaching out to help you, as you start limping towards your room. Opening the dresser, scavenging for a box, looking in the corner to see a velvet box. Sobbing violently as you open it, seeing G.S. engraved into the inside of the band. Slipping it on before reading the rest of the note. “Living will feel harder with me gone because I know I would feel empty if I had to live without you. I want you to live, live and never forget me. You’ll surpass me in time and age but I'll be waiting for you no matter what, It’s not your time yet. When we meet again I will just be Satoru, not the strongest but only your Satoru. Make me proud, my love, till we meet again. P.S. Nows a good time to tell you, I finished all your chips, whoopsies!”. “I knew it.”, you laugh while crying. Shoko watches you feel the writing on the paper as if it was him.

Gently caressing the last thing he touched, the last words he engraved just for you to feel at ease. You lay against the bed, feeling everything within you give out, he’s actually gone. Shoko pats your back, letting you know she’s here. Even though she knows you only want Gojo right now, no one else even existed within this moment. People thought Satoru was selfish only caring about himself, when in reality he spent even his last moments scraping up letters to put others at ease with his decision, that was your Satoru.

“Will you show me him, one last time, please.” You look over at Shoko pleading. She nods, “I have to take you there to heal your ankle anyways”. You get up to get in her car to make it back to Jujutsu High. Fiddling with your ring the whole way there. Asking to see him on impulse, not even thinking about your appearance. Not really caring anyways, who do you have to impress? Shoko helps you out of the car, being cautious of your ankle.

She first treats your ankle, you slowly catch your breath. Anticipating seeing Satoru for the last time. Shoko guides you, “I cleaned him to the best of my ability. The stitches are kind of gruesome but it was a last minute call to action.”, you trace his face. Seeing the scar from his forehead, disgusted that the last resort was using Satoru as a weapon. You see your tears fall onto him, wiping them away. Shoko excuses herself, letting you have your last moments with him. “Satoru, you’re not in pain anymore, right?”, naively waiting for his answer. “You look so handsome my love, even in your last moments.”, crouching down to grab his hand. “I’ll never forget you as long as I live, Satoru Gojo.”, you kiss his cheek, feeling his cold skin on your lips.

“I’m so mad at you. I wish you could come back to life for just five minutes so I could reprimand you one final time.”, silence hanging in the air as you take in his appearance. Combing your fingers through his hair, “Damn it Satoru, why couldn’t you be selfish just this one time.” Even though he was in front of you lifeless like your flowers, a part of him still felt so alive. His love for you never died, not even beyond death, that was all you needed to live on. You let go of his hand, walking towards the door. Leaving the room, looking back at him one last time, “I love you Satoru, that’ll never change.”.

Even though living without Satoru was difficult, you felt him all around you. Going outside to water your beautiful garden varying with blue and white flowers. Going shopping and getting something sweet to commemorate his unbeatable sweet tooth. Teaching at Jujutsu High, to continue his legacy. Visiting his gravestone to tell him about your day, buying a meal for you and him. The pain never went away but you found comfort in it. His belongings were still placed in your home, never having the heart to put them away. You leave a spot open in your bed for him, touching his pillows softly before sleeping. Putting his shoes away neatly and even polishing them. Getting his mug to place it right next to yours in the morning, feeling comforted by the traces of himself he left behind. He was gone but he’s still existed within you, within his students, and within his legacy. He was loved and he would never be forgotten.

divider credit to @/vase-of-lilies, @/bunnysrph, and @/thecutestgrotto

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ melon's marginalia : honestly i needed to write this because i have to write fluff and i felt very devastated in leaks today. gege i will never forgive you for taking such a beloved character and dragging his name

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COME GET YOUR BABY

Let me tell you there's only one thing better than pining, and that's balls to the wall upfront confessions, baby!

The jjk characters finding out you're going on a date!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: fluff, not-so-subtle manipulation tactics, jealousy, profanity.

A/N: can be read alongside 'where, oh, where is my four-leaf clover?' but also can be read as a stand alone. eat up! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

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when your moral compass friend is dead

Super disappointed that Usher didn't sing Daddy's home at the Superbowl. But I did love his performance omg. He had me screaming and the outfits were amazing. The whole thing was fucking cool and I knew he probably wouldn't have dressed up as Gojo and sung Daddy's Home but a girl can wish lol

Gojo and Choso, referenced from Ye Hao's "Heat Stroke" photoshoot!

Gojo and Choso, referenced from Ye Hao's "Heat Stroke" photoshoot!

Hi again!! Thanks for the American and Gojo squad! Now I’m just gonna wing it cause this idea makes me all giddy but can you do the Gojo squad reacting to their new American friend offering to make bentos for them cause they interested in cooking. (Cause I would do this for them) thank you!!

A/N: Let's all thank @broad-strokes87 for keeping the JJK part of my blog active 🙇‍♀️😌

When their American friend offers to make them bentos!

Incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara

GOJO - HESITANT AF - But would graciously accept your offer (he's shaking in his boots) - Discreetly shows you different cookbooks, homemade recipes he likes, etc. under the guise of educating but he just really doesn't want you to mess up or be embarrassed by your attempts - Will definitely poke at it like it's alien food once he gets his hands on his bento - Expecting it to taste bad - Is visibly shocked when it tastes good - "Cut the cameras... You're actually really good at this..." - It's honestly disheartening to see how relieved and surprised he is, he really thought you were gonna basically poison him - Inhales the rest of his food and has the nerve to pick off of the others bentos and ask if you have more - Doesn't have any decorum when asking you to bring him bentos from now on (will put on a cute act to get you to say yes... eventually will offer money for your services)

GETO - Accepts graciously and sweetly - Offers to help you out and figure out what goes into a bento if you want him to - Teases you a bit in the days leading to you bringing in the bentos - "Thought you said you'd try and make us something good? Not lying are you?" - Always makes sure you know he's joking though - If any of the others are actually pressuring you to make them he tells them to back off and always gives a reassuring smile - Slightly cocky when you give him his bento because it's so nicely prepared (he thinks it's due to his guidance) - Is pleasantly surprised when everything tastes really nice - With every bite, he's acting like it's the best thing he's ever tasted in order to boost your confidence - "Tell me when you're feeling like doing this again, I really enjoyed everything."

SHOKO - Confused as to why you would want to try something like that in the first place but concedes and is happy that you'd make something for her - Another one who is keen on helping you but actually gives you good advice instead of pressuring you to make good food or looking over you like master to an apprentice - Would even offer to show you how to make simple bento dishes in the kitchen you want her to - Helps you dissect bentos and lowkey gives you lessons on how things should be and what pairs well with what - Is impressed when you bring the bentos in but not entirely surprised (she knows you worked hard) - Gives small critiques but praises you soooo much as well - "You did really well for your first time doing bento's and you made so many for all of us too!" - Gives you a pat on the back for your work and offers you some of her candy as a "dessert"

NANAMI - "I'm good but thank you for offering." - Refuses vehemently at first and doesn't realize that it hurt your feelings when he does so -Haibara has to convince him to say yes eventually (Haibara is much more likely to notice you sulking than Nanami tbh) - Doesn't push you to make good on your words in the following days, low-key hopes that you forgot - It's really not so much that he wouldn't want a bento from you but he doesn't want you to go through all the hassle for him - Completely surprised when you actually give him a bento - Gives a full-scale review of every dish at your request - Laughs when you're dutifully taking in every word he's saying - "You don't have to take it seriously, it's good. You're food's good."

HAIBARA - The only enthusiastic and genuine "YES!" you get lmao - Honestly, he just likes food and even if you gave him something burnt to a crisp he would love it - Doesn't offer any help but tells you what his preference for dishes are - Is super worried if he's pressured you to make his favorite stuff though so he immediately apologizes - "No no no, I meant that I'd like anything you're willing to make! You really don't have to make what I want just because I said so!" - When he gets his bento and sees some of his favorite stuff he tears up thinking that you did it because of him - Thanks you up, down, and sideways for the meal - Buys you snacks for the rest of the week because he's still worried about pressuring you - Also, swears that your bento is even more delicious than the ones he would get from his mom when he was younger

A/N: This one was so cute!! I'll be real, I think Haibara might be ooc but what do y'all think?? We didn't get much of him but he's still my baby boy and I write him as such!!

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @iluvmattyb

Hi again!! Thanks for the American and Gojo squad! Now I’m just gonna wing it cause this idea makes me all giddy but can you do the Gojo squad reacting to their new American friend offering to make bentos for them cause they interested in cooking. (Cause I would do this for them) thank you!!

A/N: Let's all thank @broad-strokes87 for keeping the JJK part of my blog active 🙇‍♀️😌

When their American friend offers to make them bentos!

Incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara

GOJO - HESITANT AF - But would graciously accept your offer (he's shaking in his boots) - Discreetly shows you different cookbooks, homemade recipes he likes, etc. under the guise of educating but he just really doesn't want you to mess up or be embarrassed by your attempts - Will definitely poke at it like it's alien food once he gets his hands on his bento - Expecting it to taste bad - Is visibly shocked when it tastes good - "Cut the cameras... You're actually really good at this..." - It's honestly disheartening to see how relieved and surprised he is, he really thought you were gonna basically poison him - Inhales the rest of his food and has the nerve to pick off of the others bentos and ask if you have more - Doesn't have any decorum when asking you to bring him bentos from now on (will put on a cute act to get you to say yes... eventually will offer money for your services)

GETO - Accepts graciously and sweetly - Offers to help you out and figure out what goes into a bento if you want him to - Teases you a bit in the days leading to you bringing in the bentos - "Thought you said you'd try and make us something good? Not lying are you?" - Always makes sure you know he's joking though - If any of the others are actually pressuring you to make them he tells them to back off and always gives a reassuring smile - Slightly cocky when you give him his bento because it's so nicely prepared (he thinks it's due to his guidance) - Is pleasantly surprised when everything tastes really nice - With every bite, he's acting like it's the best thing he's ever tasted in order to boost your confidence - "Tell me when you're feeling like doing this again, I really enjoyed everything."

SHOKO - Confused as to why you would want to try something like that in the first place but concedes and is happy that you'd make something for her - Another one who is keen on helping you but actually gives you good advice instead of pressuring you to make good food or looking over you like master to an apprentice - Would even offer to show you how to make simple bento dishes in the kitchen you want her to - Helps you dissect bentos and lowkey gives you lessons on how things should be and what pairs well with what - Is impressed when you bring the bentos in but not entirely surprised (she knows you worked hard) - Gives small critiques but praises you soooo much as well - "You did really well for your first time doing bento's and you made so many for all of us too!" - Gives you a pat on the back for your work and offers you some of her candy as a "dessert"

NANAMI - "I'm good but thank you for offering." - Refuses vehemently at first and doesn't realize that it hurt your feelings when he does so -Haibara has to convince him to say yes eventually (Haibara is much more likely to notice you sulking than Nanami tbh) - Doesn't push you to make good on your words in the following days, low-key hopes that you forgot - It's really not so much that he wouldn't want a bento from you but he doesn't want you to go through all the hassle for him - Completely surprised when you actually give him a bento - Gives a full-scale review of every dish at your request - Laughs when you're dutifully taking in every word he's saying - "You don't have to take it seriously, it's good. You're food's good."

HAIBARA - The only enthusiastic and genuine "YES!" you get lmao - Honestly, he just likes food and even if you gave him something burnt to a crisp he would love it - Doesn't offer any help but tells you what his preference for dishes are - Is super worried if he's pressured you to make his favorite stuff though so he immediately apologizes - "No no no, I meant that I'd like anything you're willing to make! You really don't have to make what I want just because I said so!" - When he gets his bento and sees some of his favorite stuff he tears up thinking that you did it because of him - Thanks you up, down, and sideways for the meal - Buys you snacks for the rest of the week because he's still worried about pressuring you - Also, swears that your bento is even more delicious than the ones he would get from his mom when he was younger

A/N: This one was so cute!! I'll be real, I think Haibara might be ooc but what do y'all think?? We didn't get much of him but he's still my baby boy and I write him as such!!

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @iluvmattyb

Confess - Satoru Gojo

WC: 840 || Genre: Fluff || Gojo x GN!reader (established relationship)

"SATORU GOJO!" Your scream reverberates across all walls and furniture like a gong to Toru's ears as you enter your shared bedroom.

"Uh oh..." He's digging himself into the sheets as fast as he can, the sound of your footsteps feeling like a literal horror movie, he nearly suffocates himself by wrapping the blanket over his head.

"Yeah. Uh oh." You loom over the cacoon he's created for himself. You can feel him shiver as you gently tap at his protection. A slight giggle from you and suddenly the blanket inflates like a balloon. "Satoru... you did not." the annoyance in your voice is evident.

"Don't know what you're talking about lovebug." You can practically hear the jittery nervous smile he's faking for himself under all this mess.

"Yeah? So you didn't just put your infinity up so I can't reach you?"

"Would never dream of doing that in your presence..."

You rip the sheets off and sure enough your hand faces an invisible wall. "Wouldn't dream of it, right?" Sarcasm drips from your words as you meet his face, a completely fake expression of happiness and innocence adorning him like a mask.

You flop yourself over the barrier like a sea lion, allowing yourself to drape over the nothingness and everything separating the two of you. To anyone else's eyes, this looks like a magic trick and you would be impressed too if this little charade weren't getting on your nerves. Your face droops into a pout as you wiggle yourself to stay on top. Toru's breath hits your cheek and you can just barely see how he mimics your pout in response.

You let out an exaggerated and heavy sigh knowing which strings to pull, "Don't do this to me, baby!" His pout turns sad and his voice gets whiny.

"I'm not the one doing anything." Each of your words is punctuated with a poke to, what would be his body, but instead is infinite space. You turn so you're at an angle where he can't see the smirk on your face, consider his strings pulled at this point!

Another heavy sigh is all that it takes before you feel yourself drop and your body thud heavily onto the man beneath you with a pained groan. You quickly try and move your body but your efforts are thwarted as Satoru squeezes you with all of his limps. Wiggling does nothing as he just gets tighter with every sudden move. Eventually, you have to concede because the heat of the friction you're causing is making you sweat and you go limp atop him.

"Gojo Satoru." Your voice is muffled as your face is smothered in Toru's chest.

"Oh, not the full name baby!"

You finagle your head so you can look up at him, your expression obviously upset and angry. "Confess your crimes."

"Crimes? What crimes? I don't see any crimes here sweetness." He looks around the room pretending to be oblivious but you're just too cute with your little pout, how can he resist such charms?

Like a man confessing to god he tilts his head back and towards the sky, putting on a fake look of sadness he lets out a sigh, "I, Gojo Satoru, confess to the crime of..." he pauses.

"Of?" You look at him expectantly.

"...Of eating all of y/n's snacks while they were away on a business trip." He bites his bottom lip looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.

"And?"

"And... for not replacing said snacks before they got home."

"And." You grit your teeth as you say the word.

"And... for waiting till they noticed and got all showered and comfortable after such a long and strenuous trip to mention anything..." His entire body suffocates you, squeezing you impossibly tighter as he finishes his confession, "Please don't hit me when I let go, honey..."

"Hmph" you gruff in response, you make no such promises in this situation.

He slowly releases you from his grip and tenses bracing for impact. Not feeling the weight of your palm against his face he opens an eye curiously.

*THWACK*

He's thrusted backward as you slap him hard in the chest, the surprise elicits multiple fake coughs from Satoru - you know he can take much more than a few of your measly punches but violence from you was always gonna do more damage to his heart than any curse could.

"cough cough ...you promised" he squeaks.

"I didn't actually. You're the one who promised not to touch my snacks... so???" Satisfied you leave him in his state of disarray, traipsing out of the room.

He lets his head hit the pillow, eyes following you in amusement as you walk away. He chuckles to himself completely amazed at your conviction and head over heals even for your little tantrums.

He knows you'll forgive him once he finishes placing all the orders for everything that he ate... maybe you'll even forgive him enough to let him have some if he asks nicely...

Nah, probably not.

A/N: A little something something for the jjk side of things... I definitely did not write this while completely exhausted at 4am... hope y'all enjoy though! First Satoru fic! Not proofread if you couldn't tell lol

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed! (They act as power-ups for me)

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Lactation kink with Gojo? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~🕊

18+ mdni, mentions of pregnancy, breastfeeding, & having a kid with gojo satoru.

god, just imagine…

your breasts were so fucking sore from being pregnant– the constant ache of them barely letting you go about your day and gojo was no help to you.

ever since you had his kid, the milk that leaked from you intrigued him– his cock sprouting up every time he caught a glimpse of your shirt wet from breastfeeding.

“–toru, honey not again.” you’d moan out as he gripped onto your nursing bra, hands working quickly to unclasp it for you.

then he had you on your back within seconds, propped up with a million pillows so you would be comfy because well… you’d be here for a while. unless the baby cried of course.

“can’t help it… need ‘t taste you.” he’d groan as soon as your breasts bounced in front of his face, his tongue lapping up towards one of your swollen nipples.

his eyes would flutter shut as he sucked, drenching it with saliva as your milk spilled out in his mouth. it was sweet– succulent and he just couldn’t get enough; every since you accidently squirted him while riding him a few weeks prior. 

it had been a total accident– you just squeezed them subconsciously ‘cause he felt so good inside you, your tummy poking out slightly and you were getting there; you were so closeee and you vaguely felt your nipple leak a fountain as you fondled them in your palms. 

then you saw the expression of your husband, his bright eyes blinking back shock– and mostly the milk that you sprayed him with. one swipe of his fingers against his cheek and into his mouth; he was addicted and had latched onto you ever since. 

sometimes it felt like you had two kids– when gojo would straight up sulking the corner as you fed his kid and not him.

and when you had just enough for him, his teeth would graze your sensitive nipples as he pouted up at you– just to a lil spiteful. he was selfish of course, once he got a taste…

he didn’t wanna share. 

a/n: this made me salivate as soon as you dropped it into my asks 🕊️. how about i write a million more of these yeah? also like my first thought was like 'gojo lactating?' (took me a few minutes, as i was consuming satosugu content moments prior to the ask 😂😂)

gojo x reader somnophilia; noncon, where the reader doesn't agree to do it while she's asleep? but gojo can't keep promises so he does it without his consent?? :3

TOUCH IN THE DARK

Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, non/con, somnophilia, nipple play, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, use of nicknames, raw sex (cumming inside)

wc - 1.5k

ART NOT MINE !

"Stop being so touchy,"  you say, slapping his hands away.

Gojo chuckles softly. “Sorry, I just can't keep my hands off you, pretty girl.” His arms encircle you as he presses his body up against yours. His lips brush against your skin, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

He releases you, pouting angrily, saying, "You never let me touch you."

You sigh as he lets go of you.

“Please,” His voice is a mixture of pleading and anger, and your mind is telling you to let him touch you. That would be the best thing to do in this moment. Instead, you reply, "No"

His face lights up with anger when you turn down his advances. His eyes pierce through you, demanding that you allow him to touch you. With his head tilt and eyes fixed on yours, he utters the simple words, "I will touch you when you are sleeping if you don't let me touch you."

"Don't even think of it", you give him a death glare.

He laughs ominously. As he speaks, he raises his face directly above yours. "Who's going to stop me, hm?"

"I WILL"

He's still staring down at you, laughing, his intense gaze never leaving you, he says: "Fine, I will not.. If you at least let me kiss you."

"Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybeeeeeeeeeeeeee someday" You say, smirking, pushing his buttons.

His face turns into a playful pout. "Maybe?.." He lifts your chin with his finger, and you feel his hot breath on your neck. "Just maybe?"

Once more, you smacked his hand off. "yes maybe"

He removes his hand and massages the spot you struck. "You're such a tease."

It's like 2:47 a.m. Time has passed since you had the conversation with Satoru, and now you're fast asleep.

Your body shifts in the sheets as you feel somebody's hands on your body. You immediately get up and yell, "Didn't I tell you not to do this?"

"Fine, fine, I got caught," he says, turning his back to you as you both go back to sleep again.

Time travels to late at night, when you are soundly asleep.

Satoru's strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you tightly against a muscular chest. Gojo's deep voice whispers softly in your ear, "I can't resist anymore, my dear Y/N. Please let me fuck you."

He kisses the back of your neck gently before slowly moving his hands inside your tee, exploring your delicate, sensitive skin. His fingers trace the outline of your curves, feeling the warmth of your skin. His erection presses firmly against your backside, demanding release he hasn't allowed himself in so long.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, his hands travel to your breasts. He discovers you are not wearing bra, he squeezes them gently; whispering, "Y/N, I need you tonight. Whether you wake up or not, I'll have you."

Your eyebrows frown in sleep.

His grip tightens on your waist, and his breath hitches. As his fingers brush over your nipples, he whispers, "You look so powerless when you're in deep sleep."

His lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Satoru growls, "You don't even push me away now."

He pinches your nipple gently. He is so sure that you are not going to be awake anytime soon. He releases a frustrated growl, his cock throbbing painfully.

"I've wanted this for too long, Y/N." He murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

He carefully pushes your t-shirt up. He shifts himself, placing your arms around his neck, his soft white hair brushing your chest as he stands beside the bed, gently striding his tongue against your nipple, causing your body to twitch slightly and your nipples to harden.

"Nooo.. Don't wake up.. sh sh sleep, my baby, keep sleeping, mhm."

Your movements die out as he exhales, his breath hitting your half-hard nipples and making them erect again. A dreamy expression clouds his face as he reaches down to play with your clad clit, watching as your breathing shallows and your hips buck subconsciously. Seeing this, he swiftly pulls your underwear off, revealing your wet honeypot.

As he gazes upon your wet, pink flesh, desire courses through him like wildfire. With a fierce determination, he slides two fingers inside you, stretching you impossibly wide. Your slit grips his digits hungrily, demanding more. He cannot resist the urge to thrust deeper, grinning wickedly at your responsiveness. Your innocence is no match for him, consumed by his fiery passion.

You stir in sleep as your stomach feels weird.

Gojo quickly pulls his finger out, hoping you will wake up and swear at him but you did nothing.

"Damn you," he whispers under his breath, struggling to keep calm. The scent of your arousal lingers in the air, driving him insane. Sweat trickles down his temples as he wrestles with indecision. Eventually, he decides to taste you while stroking himself. He is glad you are still sleeping. Gently, Satoru parts your thighs and licks your clit, slowly dragging his tongue along the length of your slit while stroking his hardened cock.

Your body shudders in reaction, and your breathing is becoming increasingly erratic. Despite the situation, it seems that you are beginning to respond positively. Gojo continues to tease your core, reveling in the way your hips rise to meet him. With every flick of his tongue, he pushes you closer to climax.

Your legs grip his tightly, forcing more of his tongue inside your gummy walls.

A satisfied growl escapes him, and he increases the intensity of his assault. Flickering faster, he teases your bundle of nerves, determined to take you over the edge. Your soft moan escapes your lips.

He quickly stops thinking you are awake now, but seeing your peacefully sleeping face makes him sigh in relief.

"It looks like you're in deep sleep, princess. Gotta take advantage of the situation." With that, he positions himself to enter you.

"Just the tip, and I'm going to cum." Taking a deep breath, Satoru slowly sinks his tip into you, his shaft stretching your walls wide open.

You gasp lightly, yet remain asleep. He pauses briefly, relishing the feeling of his tip being buried within you.

"Shit, I want to go further in." Slowly, he begins to force more of himself into your abused hole. "Aah~ So good, so warm, so tight.. mhm," gojo moans in pleasure.

The sensation of something being inserted into you makes your eyes shut open.

Satoru freezes, realisation dawning upon him, but he does not withdraw.

"SATORU WHAT'S THIS?!!", using one leg you push him against his abs.

"It's just a dream, Y/N. Go back to sleep," he pries himself off your leg, holding them firmly as he stops moving further inside you.

You try to get up, but he pushes you onto the bed.

"Please, Y/N, I need this so much." With that, he pushes himself fully inside you.

"F-fuckk!" you scream in pain and pleasure. "Please complete it fast."

Satoru's eyes flare in response to your plea. He thrusts into you with urgency, hitting your spot repeatedly. Pleasure washes over you as you cry out, your nails digging into his broad back.

He claims your mouth in a desperate kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before releasing it.

"You shouldn't have asked me to move faster; now you'll get what you deserve," he groans.

Each thrust becomes harder and faster. You gasp for air, panting heavily beneath him. He pounds into you, your wetness coating his shaft with every stroke. Savouring the way your muscles clench and release around him, Satoru becomes increasingly aggressive..

"Ah, please. Satoruu. I am going to cum", you cry out.

"It feels good, hah?! Mmm~ yes, yes, cum for me!" he roars, spurring you on.

Finally, you shatter into an orgasm, your inner walls milking him as you call out his name. He follows suit moments later, burying himself deep within your core and riding out his own climax.

When your bodies cool down afterwards, Gojo rolls to the side to catch his breath, leaving you panting and satisfied.

"You are so stubborn", you say still panting.

Satoru chuckles, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "It's true, Y/N. But you are stubborn."

He pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your waist, and rests his chin on top of your head. "You are not resisting my touch anymore. Does that mean I can touch you more often now?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," you struggle in his grip.

"Chill, I was just joking," he says, kissing the top of your head. Despite your protests, you eventually drift off, your heart beating steadily against his chest, knowing that playing hard to get is always successful.

IM ASCENDING TO HEAVEN

based on this twitter request:

First try doing a more realistic eye digitally <3

Redraw of this <3

Gojo❤️

Hating Gojo Satoru makes him 10x more obnoxious because you could spit on him and he’d not only catch it in his mouth, but swallow it too.

hey!! just came across ur post about writer's block and ik how that feels I literally just got out of mine :)) if you're still looking for some requests, how about gojo with a crush on reader who works at a sweets shop he frequents?? wish you luck and happy writing!!

Thank you!!!

I'm very very slowly getting back into the hang of it

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warnings: Nothing really? Probably a liike ooc Gojo, but he is just a love-sick mess for the reader, fluff, fem reader, I didn't mention the reader's smell for once!

AND- you know the drill, lmk if I miss anything and Grammarly can only do so much for my bad writing <3

Word Count?!: Roughly 500 words

It’s unfair truly, the amount of money Gojo has dropped in this one sweet shop to just try and taste the sweetest of them all. 

But it is so, so worth it

Every day Gojo comes into the same “Sugar Sweet” shop every Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 12:30, just 2 hours after his crush shift started. To make conversation, to try the desserts and pastries she recommends, to see her smile, to admire her eyes, to stare at her lips wondering just how sweet they will be-fuck. He needs to get a hold of himself, but how can he? Can you blame him when the prettiest girl he has ever seen just so happens to work at the sweet shop a block down from his apartment? Can you really blame him for wanting to wrap his long arms around his crush and cover her in sugar-sweet kisses in order to hear the beautiful melody that is her giggles? To always hear the honey dripping from her voice as she greets him with the same kind smile.

 And today? Oh god, today? She has the most glow to her face that looks like God himself is blessing her, “Hello, Mr.Gojo! Same as usual?” The soft giggles following her sweetened voice make the egotistical man choke up. He smiles back at her, and a soft chuckle flows out of his mouth as he nods his hand. “Of course pretty, but I also would like to try something new today.” Gojo watches with careful eyes to judge her reactions. He felt himself grow flustered at the sight of her big curious eyes land on his, the look was so pure so trusting. It makes him feel unworthy of being looked upon by her.

“Oh yeah? What can I get for you?” The innocent in her voice, oh god. Gojo doesn't know how much he can take before he attacks her with a smothering hug and obsessive yearning. She casts her eyes down to the tablet in front of her, typing in Gojo’s usual order. The lanky man lends down to the counter making himself more closer to her height. Creates less of a tension, he thinks. “Oh pretty, I would love a small, tiny, little phone number from you.” Gojo smoothly asks as he tilts his head to the side, making him appear more attractive. Internally though the snow-man is screaming at himself.

He secretly sweats, waiting for her reaction. The girl before him looks up at Gojo, with widened eyes and a flustered expression. Her eyes dart around the empty store, as she looks back at him. Another emotion is there, uncertainty.

“Oh! Um.. are you?” She takes a deep breath as Gojo feels his heart want to break out of his chest. “Are you sure you want my number” The insecurity in her voice breaks the rapid heart in Gojo’s chest. He reaches his hand across the table. Cupping her soft skin, he caresses her cheek with his thumb. Love and adoration fill his eyes. “Of course, I want your number pretty, how else am I going pick you up for our date?” Gojo’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. The pretty girl in front of him doesn’t verbally tell Gojo, but the nodding of her head and the awe-struck look in her eyes tells the man all he needs to hear. 

Gojo and his "One Night Stand"

This was a request sent to me! WHOO

Yall 16 more days, and in officially done with school!

Warnings: Fem reader, broke college student reader, reader, and Gojo had sex but I didn't write it, self-doubt so some angst but it's okay at the end, Gojo being soft, Gojo breaking and entering, etc

Like usual let me know if I miss any tags, and this isn't proofread to awful grammar and wording. I am making my Grammarly work overtime.

word count?!: 1244- DAMN

Fem reader!

My eyes open to the harsh light streaming from the open window, I sit up slightly to get myself grounded as I feel a surge of goosebumps run down my body. I rub my sleep-filled eyes, trying to get a clear image... And oh-

OH.

Gojo’s white hair flies over his soft pillows as his naked upper half gives me enough context clues to remember what happened last night. The man before me is lying on his stomach, his arms hugging the pillow his head is resting on. I will take a look at my current situation. 

Underwear on

T-shirt on, but not mine. 

Pants no.

With as much grace as a shaken leaf, I get out of Gojo’s stupidly comfortable bed, as I scan around for my t-shirt and pants. Spotting both articles of clothing in the corner of the room. I hurried to take off Gojo’s shirt. My heartstrings tug at the consideration, but Gojo probably does that for every girl he sleeps with, just common courtesy. Nothing to it, yep. Totaly. I threw on the sweatpants I was wearing from the previous night. I slipped on my shoes and patted myself down to make sure I had my phone and house keys and I walked out of the very comfortable house, and out into the bright world. 

I make quick work walking down the sidewalk and mentally prepare myself for the 10-minute walk to my college dorm. I take the time to check my phone. It's 10:00 in the morning, so Gojo shouldn't be up for a while. I look through my social media and respond to a few friends. Before shoving my phone back into my pocket as my residential hall comes into sight. I grab my key as my phone starts to sound off.

Gojo:

10:00 -Where did you go?

10:13

-Hello?

10:13

-Why did you leave ;(

I stare at my phone, my grip shaking I stare at my phone long enough for another message to show up

Gojo

10:15

-Did I do something…baby?

I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I unlocked my front door and rushed up the 2 flights of stairs into my dorm room. Luckily my roommate is gone for classes, unluckily I don’t have someone to consult with. I harshly sat on my worn mattress as my fingers danced around the keyboard, trying to think of something to say. 

But as if God was against me, which he probably is, Gojo texts me again. 

Gojo

10:23

-Did you go back to your dorm?

-Please answer me

-You are worrying me

I let out a shaky sigh as I screamed inside my head. I run my head half-hazards, and run my hands through my hair, as I send Gojo a simple ‘Yeah.’ I throw my phone onto my bed, I can’t stomach looking at the metal device. To see what he could respond to, to see the message saying I am worrying him. There is no way he cares this much, we just had a one-night stand. That is, that's all, no feelings, no strings, nothing. Even if Gojo was my first, there isn't any way he feels an ounce of love for me. I am just another virginity he took. I bite back the tears threatening to fall as the self-doubt flows through my core. 

I need a shower, yeah. A hot, very hot shower to help me. I grabbed my shower bag and a clean towel and headed down the hall. As I suspected, the hot steam and burning of the water did help a lot, I slipped on clean shorts and an old hoodie, making sure I grabbed all of my things, and I stepped back into the dingy and old hallway. I brush my hair as I walk closer to my room, but I stop when I see my door wide open. A million thoughts came rushing to my head. Did I leave the door open? No, that isn't possible, it's not. Did someone break it? Or is it just my roommate, the rushing thoughts came to an end when I saw the same snow-white hair man sitting on my bed, my phone in his slender hands. 

My breath came to a stop as I couldn't help but stare at just how drop-dead pretty Gojo truly was. It makes sense why a lot of girls want to sleep with me. I coughed a small bit to announce my presence as I closed the door behind me. The tension between us becomes more unbearable now that the door is trapped me in here with him. I set down my bathroom stuff as Gojo came up behind me, his long arms wrapped around me, as he wordlessly pulled me closer to him. His collage invaded my smell and I couldn't help to become weak at our closeness. Gojo buries his head into my neck, giving me soft, also sweet kisses.

“Did I do something, baby? I was so confused when I woke up by myself.” He whispers close to my ear, the guilt eats me whole as I hear the concern in his voice. Gojo places more kisses along my neck, before ending one at my temple. He holds me, he holds me with so much love and tenderness I couldn't help but break down in his arms. The quiet sobs alert the taller man behind me as he spins me around to hug my front. I bury my head into the comfort of his chest as I don’t want to leave this comfort ever again. Gojo hums to me, cooing and ultimately trying to calm me down. After a few heartbeats, I spoke out to him

“I just… didn't think you would want to see me after last night” A hiccup escapes my throat as my crying creases to a stop. Gojo runs his head through my damp hair as he places a kiss on the crown of my head. “What makes you think that baby hm’?” He softly speaks to me, I shake my head as I finally wrap my arms around his waist. “Just’ you don't like me and” I took in a deep breath to stop myself from crying again. “And you never want to see your one-night stands, and that is what I am.” Gojo stops his hands as he tears me away from his chest, forcing me to look up into his blue eyes.

The seriousness swirling in his eyes, as his hands hold my shoulders. “You are so dumb, baby” I pout at his mean words, one of his hands came up to cup my cheek, running his thumb under my eyes, collecting a few stray tears. “I love you, baby, I would never have slept with you if there weren't any feelings.” He says to me, I make an effort to protest that before Gojo covers my mouth with his hand,

“The other woman I got with, was years ago and it all stopped when I fell in love with you.” Gojo uncovers my mouth, as he leans in to capture them. The kiss was soft and full of love, more tears fell down my face, as Gojo’s thumbs whipped them away. Gojo pulled away from me, as he guided me back into his chest. We stood there for a while, basking in each other's warmth. Unspoken love flowed between the two of us. 

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YAY

no dejo de llorar desde ayer a las 3 am porque asesinaron a gojo :(