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would be a lie - gojo satoru genre: angst | notes: manga spoilers!, angsty gojo supremacy | 0.9k words - those three words that he saw as curse. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Upon meeting Gojo Satoru at his prime, you knew that this man would be your greatest enemy and greatest home, meeting Gojo Satoru isn’t like a tea in winter, it’s not like an iced tea on summer, meeting Gojo Satoru is like tasting a mint chocolate ice cream for the first time: that is meeting Gojo Satoru, you don’t know if you like the hint of sweet or like the hint of mint, because he is nowhere in between that two flavor.

But meeting him was one of your greatest cheers in life, you knew Gojo’s past because you lived in it, you were a part of it. You knew Geto Suguru became his first and only best friend as well as Shoko being his friend and human diary. But something made you feel closer to Gojo, because of all the pain he went through, he still chooses to be back to you, whether you may play a big or small part in his past he still chooses to go back to you.

You smiled at this thought because indeed, you knew Gojo more than you planned too: on how would you explain to him that you’re thankful that he let his guard down as you bring him an embrace, on how much you adore his body warmth to yours, on how you would catch him staring at you despite his blindfold, on how his mood suddenly shifts whenever you’re there, oh, and how could you thank him on how he would allow himself to fall asleep next to you when the night is chilly.

Such a cliche love story, if some would say but that’s just the thing, Gojo never really made it clear who you were, who are you in his life: because not even you could not explain if he’s toying with your emotion or just being him. You never knew what’s written on his mind, despite the fact he’s letting his guard or infinity around you it doesn’t mean the wall that he built is gone too.

Gojo was a man, having ten steps in his mind, ten steps onwards to the future, ten steps before you could even move. Despite the mixed signals he gave. You never seem to notice on how his blue eyes tend to show such sadness, that behind that strong persona he puts on, him: Gojo Satoru, is more than a jujutsu sorcerer, that person behind his blindfold and upholded persona is the one you wish to love, and you helping him to replace that sadness that he holds for too long, that you wish that hole in his heart will be replaced by you.

“Then, tell me..what are we Gojo? Cause--”

That was the question you asked him, to which he didn’t know what to say and you bet he thanked his students for calling him that time. You wished that he forgot that question but deep down you bid the gods that he will answer you with the answer you wish to hear, because how would you explain the deep embrace he give to you, how would you explain the long intertwining hands whenever you two are alone, how would you explain those lost and deep nights where he only showered you with taste of love? What is it, then?

When Gojo heard you asked the question, he felt his heart skip a beat, because you’re the only person he never wished to lie to. He thanked his students for saving him from your question. He trembled for a moment, for the thought that maybe you don’t want him anymore, you don’t wish to be at his side anymore. He feared that maybe you would find someone, but no, you wouldn’t do that.

Throughout the whole day he spent his time thinking of how he would answer you, because in the end of the day, in the middle of the night, he knew he would want to spend it with you. Because he knew, he was in love with you.

When he was about to go home, he felt your eyes staring at him when he first years arrived at the school, he saw your eyes lit up the moment you saw him, he saw you lit up all of the sudden when you saw him that made him calm and made his stomach feel those butterflies.

But that hole of sadness is much scarier, he thought that every moment he can lose you, just like how lost himself back then with his best friend. He engaged a deep sigh, shaking his head and believing that he is the strongest that he can protect you but he couldn’t shake the fact that maybe, some day, you will leave him and there’s nothing he can do. He loves you so much that he would do anything to protect you.

Love is indeed the most bitter curse, this is the taste of curse, because he already felt it, he tasted it already. He just wished to be happier, but this is too much, and when the night left the both of you, he finally answered your question.

“Cause, I love you, Satoru.”

Ah, this is where he wished to be himself, that he wished he lived like a normal man living with you. But just this once, he would like to lie, because you were the important piece in his life and he couldn’t bear to lose you. He sighed and when you heard him clear his throat, you knew you lost in this gamble, you lost in this taste of love or more like curse.

“[Name.], If I told you those eight letters...three words..it would be a lie.”

And maybe he did lose you after this night.

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❝Domain Expansion: Love❞

Synopsis: You are Gojo Satoru's only weakness. When the bearer of the Six Eyes discerns that your life is in jeopardy, he will do everything to keep you safe.

෴ Genre: fiction, fanfiction, mystery, dark fantasy, short story, one shot, romance, imagine.

෴ Content: husband!gojo satoru × wife!reader, jujutsu society, sorcerer!reader, angst, fluff, sensitive content, bloodshed, suggestive (mature content), satoru gojo!yandere, satoru gojo!tsundere, this takes place shortly before the shibuya incident arc, reader has a maternal relationship with megumi, pregnancy.

෴ Word Count: 3.4K

— Oi, I ain't revised it yet, so sorry if there's any mistakes! Hope u enjoy it 🤞✨

Satoru Gojo is the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in existence. However, the moment he sees you, his beautiful wife, unconscious on the battlefield with nearly incurable wounds, this man's world crumbles completely. Suddenly, all of his physical and mental energy is being drained, even his enthusiasm to exorcise curses vanishes. He is motionless in place, trembling enough with wide eyes under the black blindfold, and even though they are hidden, they scrutinize all the blood leaving different parts of your body. Minutes ago, there was a stupid and arrogant smile shaping the face of the confident man all the time as he killed horrendous creatures. A countenance of terror overtakes his face now. He feels his legs weakening, his feet seem to be too far from the ground, and he remembers that he is not manipulating the space to make it levitate. He is feeling weak for not having been able to arrive in time to protect you, this emotion has intertwined with him. Especially since Satoru Gojo never even had a weakness until you came into his life.

His heart is beating rapidly and his breath is so intense that all the curses around him are impacted by the reaction of the mighty man among them. Time frenetically ceases as the strong cursed technique is creating an invisible barrier in the air and continues to repel the malevolent creatures that persist in their futile attempt to touch the bearer of Mukagen and Rokugan, while he himself is left vulnerable like a puppy that has just lost its owner.

Didn't she use the reverse cursed technique to stay healed?

Why...

"Satoru." The presence and hesitant voice of Nanami become noticeable at a certain distance. The tie-wearing sorcerer clenches his jaw, too tense as he sees you in a deplorable state. Nanami fails to try not to show all his agony. Witnessing one of his closest friends on the brink of death equals the feeling of having his heart cut with the cursed blade he carries.

Amid the scene, Satoru is lowering the blindfold covering his eyes, the white locks of hair cascading as the black cloth falls. The fabric hangs on his neck before revealing the orbs, the bright blue darkening as a storm brews within them. A lost and distressed gaze is exposed on his face, as if you somehow took his emotions along with you.

"My wife shouldn't be on that suicide mission." The tone of voice of the Jujutsu High teacher is harsh, firm in the way he usually imposes on a very serious subject. A power which makes the walls vibrate when he is arguing with Gakuganji. He is so angry.

As he melancholically walks towards you, the semi-grade 1 curses around him are exploded in a matter of seconds. There are parts of physical structures scattered and fluids like blood painting the ground at this moment, justified by the power of his ability to manipulate space.

"I should've just isolated her from the world, maybe locked her on the 15th floor of a building and then acted as if I didn't do that." A small sad smile forms on the edge of his mouth, he is imagining how you would laugh at this idea if you were conscious now. You would probably find it absurd and put him to sleep on the couch.

Damn, he misses you and wonders why it hurts so much. His intention is to act quickly to take you to the jujutsu sorcerer doctors and stay by your side the whole time while they are taking care of you. He will not leave you for even a minute, and those are the words of Gojo Satoru against anyone. If someone dares to touch you right in front of him, he will definitely be willing to kill.

The strongest sorcerer abandons these thoughts, he does not hesitate to carefully wrap his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest. The man notices the wounds on parts of your face, your jujutsu uniform is dirty with blood and so destroyed, revealing your naked skin. The sweet taste on his tongue is bitter now, his mind can only focus on the fact that you suffered from fighting until you could not take it anymore. You resisted too much because of your undeniable strength, and on one hand he feels so proud of it. He loves showing everyone that his wife is one of the best professional jujutsu sorcerers, strong like him. But you should not be dealing with this cruel world. You are the most precious thing to him.

Satoru could feel your energy miles away, making it easy to identify your presence. But now he's not sensing any cursed energy flowing according to your emotions. It's all so quiet and calm. The powerful energy emanation should be surrounding your body as it always has, but it's as if something inside you is blocking it right now, since he can't feel your aura. It's different. He will question Shoko about this as soon as he takes your body to her for analysis.

"Do not mention it to the students, especially Megumi." The request leaves Satoru's mouth like a command. He imagines how the teenage Fushiguro would react upon finding out your condition, as you had become a maternal figure by making sure to take care of him since he was so young. The spiky-haired student is on a mission with others, and the best choice is not to disclose the information as the bad news would have a big negative impact on the boy. Gojo knows you would want that too.

On the other side of the area, the grade 1 sorcerer nods in deep silence. Nanami feels the muscles strengthen beneath his formal clothes. He is aware of the gravity of the situation, the actions and the consequences. He is not one to conceal lies, but that will be an exception he makes.

"She's losing a lot of blood." The blond man pushes his glasses closer to his eyes with his hands as he gazes at the white-haired sorcerer. He sighs deeply, containing the desperation within him. "Take her out of here before it's too late."

"Thank you, Nanami."

And that was the last thing Satoru Gojo said before teleporting with you unconscious in his arms.

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The night takes over the city, darkness has crept upon Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, and 2 hours have passed since the sorcerer of the Six Eyes emerged in the place, insane, with you clinging to his chest and enraged enough as he searched for an available doctor. Gojo laid your body down onto the nearest stretcher, his hands dirty and consumed by your blood, staining the sheets red and making a mess. 2 hours ago he was screaming at anyone who crossed his path. At this moment, silence hangs in the air like a fog, it is peaceful again behind the school doors.

In one of the infirmary rooms, you are peacefully sleeping on the stretcher. Your chest rises and falls in a steady motion, your body completely healed through the spell cursed technique reversal performed by professionals. The minor wounds and even the most serious ones - like the rupture of your rib - had vanished, and your skin is renewed under the hospital gown you are now dressed in. Sitting in a chair quite close to you, the strongest sorcerer is comfortable with legs apart, assuming a relaxed posture as he rests the upper part of his body on your legs enclosed by the sheets. Satoru Gojo is resting, his eyelids is closed and his head supported by his own arms. He spent so much time watching you sleep that his eyes were influenced by exhaustion. Satoru has no idea of the time he spent caressing your face, running his fingers through your hair, and kissing your forehead several times before settling into his current position. His neck is turned towards the ceiling, his white hair falling naturally loose. There is only a black t-shirt hugging his torso as he had taken off the jacket of his jujutsu attire since your blood had stained most of his clothes. The exposed skin of his arms is almost glistening in the light of the room.

He has kept you safe all this time, only leaving you when he realized that everything was under control. The man always ensures to protect you at all costs, even though most of the time you don't need it. After inspecting the entire perimeter and realizing that you were safe at Jujutsu High, he went to finish the mission that was according to the superiors, just as it had been ordered to you. Since he completed the task of exorcising a special grade curse, his precious time now remains only for you. By the time indicated on the wall clock, Satoru wishes so much to take you home and he only thinks about holding you close until morning comes again. Nevertheless, Shoko was quite insistent when she said that you still require monitoring by a doctor, and that for now you should stay here. What did she mean by that?

This question echoes in Satoru's mind, suddenly he awakens fully and opens his eyes as quickly as if he felt some creature attacking him without warning. A movement of your legs under the sheets does not go unnoticed by him, his blue orbs almost popping out as they contemplate you lazily waking up from eternal rest. For him, it was truly eternal.

"I knew you were here." You whisper. Your voice is weak from just waking up, but a strong smile spreads across your face when your eyes slowly open and meet the white mane. You try to push yourself up out of bed using your arms, but your efforts are blocked by Satoru.

"Babyyy! Easy, easy." Your husband gestures with his hands, a gaze of relief on his face. You're really strong, huh? He is smiling like a little boy who just tasted his favorite mochi flavor, and you are certain you see stars twinkling in his eyes. "Gee, you're already eager to fly."

"Satoru, if you don't let me get out of this bed right now, I swear I don't know what I'll do."

"When in doubt, do nothing." He is clapping consistently to highlight the idea. "Settle that cute and pretty booty down right there, I've locked all the doors and you ain't leaving here. Now tell me how you're feeling, my lovely wife. That's all that matters to me."

"Argh." A small huff of air escapes your lips while you roll your eyes towards the ceiling, defeated enough. The man right next to you is playfully disapproving of your behavior. "I'm fine, 'Toru. You know that better than I do. My skin's just tingling from someone else's reverse technique." You report during the time you notice the scars that have formed on your arm after the outcome of the cursed method. A technique that you have the experience to perform on yourself. After all, you don't carry the title of special grade sorcerer for nothing.

"Nah, don't sweat it. I'm gonna take good care of you." There's an intense gaze that matches his words. The man emits a little chuckle as he realizes he managed to tease you with that.

"And where's 'Gumi?" You inquire, more to yourself than to Satoru. Your eyes are scanning the entire room in search of finding the black-haired teenage boy. You still ponder the king of curse's intentions towards Megumi, it consumes you and leaves you with a nagging feeling.

"You're more worried 'bout him than 'bout yourself, heh." The man raises his eyebrows, indignation stamped on them. A comical expression, almost too much. "You know that tough boy is independent, he's able to handle anything. Can you chill out for a minute, lady?" Satoru's smile broadens before he proceeds: "I took care of everything already, I told him to swing by here before heading to the dorm. Didn't go into the details, of course."

"He's probably gonna be surprised to find out we're here at Jujutsu High at this time of night... Guess I must have slept for a while, right?" You touch the skin of your husband as you place your hand on his face, and give a radiant smile as you realize that there is no invisible barrier holding you apart, even though he always deactivates it when he is with you. "Hey. Thank you for keeping things on the down low. And for everything you do for me."

"Awww! You're welcome, bae." Satoru copies the way you smile, but it is quickly replaced by a grimace. He puts his hand right on top of yours, the wedding rings on your fingers colliding with each other. "Ain't nobody care 'bout me like that. What did I do to not deserve it?"

"It's like I wouldn't be worried about you even if you could move mountains with just your own thoughts." You are rolling your eyes for the second time. Once you blink, he is staring at you with a stern and intimidating look.

"I'm the one here who got the most worried 'cause you got me feelin' this way. A guy like me shouldn't have these kinds of feelings." His voice is husky and his cold blue eyes unravel your soul, the temperature is freezing you. "Don't do that again, or I'll lose my mind and kill anyone around me." The way he adresses this, it is not a bluff. It seems like an objective he would fulfill, a mission that would not require anyone's authorization, not even the higher-ups of the Jujutsu society.

"Satoru..."

"You're trying to make me a widower, hah?" His voice becomes light again, genuine good humor returns. Now he has a broad smile on his face, the eyes are nearly closing due to that action. As if he hadn't announced something so violent just 10 seconds ago. "If I tally up how many folks got worried 'bout you, there won't be enough fingers on Sukuna's hand to count it."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You are making amends, and he cannot resist gazing at your lips without stealing a quick kiss. A man clingy to his wife. "I had just exorcised a special grade cursed spirit when I started feeling dizzy. My head began to spin."

Satoru reveals a pensive expression on the face, one hand resting on his chin. The most powerful sorcerer is contemplating all the possibilities to uncover the reason behind that eventuality concerning your cursed technique.

"So, I suppose that might have been the reason you didn't recover yourself at that moment, considering you experienced signs of fainting. Your brain became destabilized." He pronounces, cautiously, witnessing you confirm the information. "Were you feeling like that before you got the fight started?"

"When we split up to head towards the mission I was feeling fine." The corner of your mouth moves, you display your teeth to the man in an attempt to reassure him. Gosh, he is being so serious about that. "Maybe I used up too much of my energy, I guess I hit my limit. That's it."

"Hmm, there's something more. It's interesting and surprising how your energy flow is strongest now." The white-haired man is examining you with a curious look.

"Are you saying I'm accumulating this more than usual? Is that possible?"

"It's a fact. And I'm the one confirming it, little sweetheart." There is a smug smile playing on his lips. "But at least you're feeling better right now, yeah?"

"Hell yeah, I feel brand spanking new thanks to Shoko's skills!" You are shooting fire arrows with your eyes towards the bold man. "Can you stop staring at my tits now?"

"I'm just checking to make sure everything's really okay." He speaks with such honesty, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. Satoru cannot shake off the thought of how beautiful you look to him, a very sugary sweet and his favorite. You make him feel so mushy and nearly diabetic.

However, Gojo Satoru is a natural provocateur.

"You're getting on my nerves, 'Toru."

He opens his mouth to laugh out loud, giving you a wink. You also join in his laughter as he starts poking your body several times, this real jokerster tickling you. The antics are suddenly interrupted the moment someone knocks on the door. Shoko Ieiri appears seconds later behind it, revealing only the upper part of her body.

"Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds." She smiles faintly, continuing: "I need a quick minute to talk to Satoru." The experienced doctor has a lit cigarette between her fingers, she is pointing it in your direction. You see its tip sparkling at you. "And you, go rest. Don't even think about escaping from that stretcher until we come back."

"You heard that, huh? This time it didn't come out of my mouth." Gojo has one finger pointed at the tongue he sticks out.

You gaze at them and fold your arms, simply accepting your fate.

"Alright. Goodbye." You are turning your back on them and burrowing into the blanket. "If possible, turn off the light before you guys leave."

"Going to sleep without giving me a kiss? That's not fair." Satoru is shocked enough, a pout forming on his lips and a puppy dog look in his eyes. He truly displays his emotions, reminding you of how every night Satoru Gojo questions that same thing after going to bed with you. Every night, the same thing.

"Okay, you two. I'll wait outside." The woman manages to capture the attention of both of you before the noise of her high heels against the floor fades away.

As soon as she departs, warm lips land on the side of your neck and journey up to your mouth. You need to raise your head to reach Satoru's lips, his skin burning against yours like a flame. The instant his hand wraps around the flesh of your waist and grips it tightly, you understand that he would never let you escape his grasp, or his domain expansion. He is kissing you as if he were thirsty and you were the water fountain, this man is showing you how much he requires you in his life. Preferably alive, of course. Otherwise, he will make sure of it for you.

"Hmmm, get outta here. I promise I'll make it up to you with a full kiss later." You moan at the touch, trying not to show that you're shivering just to not further inflate his already oversized ego. As if it were possible to be any bigger than usual.

"Oh, is that so? You know I'll hold you to that, babe." He growls near your ear.

At the moment the sorcerer is leaving the room, he halts on his path and gives you a long look with his blue eyes. Inside them, Satoru harbors concern.

"What's going on?"

"I'm feeling sorry for my friend." Ieiri ignores Satoru, making one's way to her desk. Instantly, a breeze from outside the window extinguishes the cigarette ember in her hand, smoke spreading throughout the room. "She is truly doomed to sacrifice her life, including putting up with your strong-willed nature for the rest of her life."

"Oi, what's that supposed to mean?" Satoru wears a playful smile on his lips. He places his hands in his trouser pockets in a relaxed and unconcerned posture, anticipating a highly amusing joke.

"You have no idea what's happening, do you? And what's going to happen from now on." She sets aside the cigarette, burying it in the ashtray on the table. Gojo watches everything attentively before rolling his eyes, he's starting to get bored with all the fuss. "But I believe you may have already noticed that the train is off the rails."

The doctor is moving around the small armchair in the room. When Shoko sits down, she leans her back against the backrest and then crosses her legs, silently facing Satoru. The expression on the white-haired man's face is impassive. He wishes he had the ability to read minds.

"Y/N is pregnant, Satoru." The sound of Ieiri's sigh is loud. "She is carrying your child in her womb. It's extraordinary that the baby has survived."

Satoru Gojo's world crumbles once more, for the second time that day. Not only is his own world shaken, but also the entire Jujutsu society.

pinky promises.

✿ genre + t/w: sfw, fluff, if you squint there might be angst + one period comment

✿ wc: 2.3k words

✿ tags: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!oc, child megumi fushiguro x guardian fem!reader, adopted kiddos!megumi&tsumiki

✿ synopsis: it's been two weeks since learn to love, and megumi still hasn't opened up to oc gojo girlfriend or satoru yet. so oc gojo girlfriend decides to teach him something about promises.

✿ a/n: i have a soft spot for gojo being megumi's guardian. oc gojo girlfriend is trying so hard, little does she know, megumi actually really loves her already, he's just too shy to show it. also, oc gojo girlfriend comes from a big shot sorcerer family, and she has an older brother named touya (specifically because i love touya kinomoto from cardcaptor sakura) who is also a powerful jujutsu sorcerer. geto and the others make a tiny appearance!!! not proofread.

✿ reminder: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions, please do! don't feel like you have to follow the oc gojo girlfriend's green eyes and long black hair.

it was dinner time at the dining hall for all the tokyo jujutsu high school students. while the men were cooking dinner (and by men, that meant all the men were watching nanami cook dinner), you and shoko spoke about the recent gossip that spread like wildfire across campus: you and satoru gojo becoming parents.

“so, gojo brought these kids to your room and basically said that he’s taking them in?” shoko repeated. 

“yeah, crazy right? as of two weeks ago, i'm a mother.” you said as you watched megumi and tsumiki in the corner of the kitchen, they were coloring with crayons.

“do you really think that you and gojo can be parental figures in their lives?” she questioned as you were still gazing over at them.

“satoru seems to think so. i didn’t think he’d make me a teen mom.” you joked.

as you watched the two young fushiguros, you wondered if you would be good enough to give them parental advice as they grow up in yours and satoru’s care. could satoru really raise megumi to be a jujutsu sorcerer? everyone knew that satoru gojo was the strongest, but could he raise a jujutsu sorcerer even if he wasn’t fully trained himself? satoru was still working on perfecting his own techniques like his long distance teleportation and his domain expansion. only you were second to him in laying out your domains.

who would give the birds and the bees talk to megumi? and who would be there for tsumiki when she starts to mature? when she gets her first period? that would be up to you to teach her about puberty and becoming a woman. god, satoru gojo couldn’t even talk about the reproductive system without giggling.

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“how does (y/n) feel about you taking the kids in?” suguru asked as he and satoru watched nanami flip over gyozas in the pan. 

“she didn’t take me seriously at first.” satoru replied to him. his mouth watering at the sight of the crispy gyozas. the oil in the pan danced along with the sitting gyozas.

“i mean... have you seen yourself? we can’t even take you seriously.”  nanami retorted.

satoru frowned, “thanks nanami...”

“(y/n) is kind. she would do anything to help.” haibara put in his two cents. he was a big fan of yours, it was because you were so nice to him and nanami when they joined jujutsu high. you were the one to show them around campus on their first day.

“haibara is right, (y/n) is the best. satoru is lucky to have her. i don’t know how she deals with him.” suguru laughed as he put his arm around satoru's shoulder, teasing him.

“she said she’d help, but that’s after i begged.” satoru grumbled. he hated to admit that he had to beg.

“you? beg?” nanami snorted. he flipped the last of the gyozas and put them on the shared plate. he turned back to the stove and stirred the soup that was boiling away.

“i told her the circumstances, it was up to her ultimately. i could've raised them myself.” satoru folded his arms in defense. he looked over at you and shoko and saw that you were watching the kids too.

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you and shoko got up to walk over to where megumi and tsumiki were coloring. “megumi? tsumiki?” you called their names. megumi continued to color and tsumiki looked over at you obediently. her smile could blind a country. she was such a happy child despite her situation.

“kids, this is shoko ieiri. she’s a second year like me and satoru. she’s studying to be a doctor, so if you guys get hurt, you’ll see shoko, okay?”

“hi kids.” shoko waved to the children. she was able to hold a steady conversation with tsumiki, but megumi continued to color and color and color. he didn’t pay anyone any mind.

“dinner’s ready!” haibara called out. 

“come on, let’s eat.” shoko grabbed tsumiki’s hand and guided her to the dining table. you were about to leave with them, but saw that megumi didn’t get up from the little table to join everyone.

“megumi, are you hungry?” you crouched down to ask him. he ignored you, like he had been doing for the past two weeks. you folded your arms in discontentment. how were you going to get through to this kid? his walls were up and you didn’t know how to bring them down. how could you let megumi know that you were there for him?

“megumi! let’s eat dinner!” tsumiki called out to him, but he just brushed her off. 

“i'm not hungry.” he said quietly.

“it’s okay, shoko, tsumiki, go ahead.” you shoo’d them away. you stood back up and let megumi color in peace. you made eye contact with satoru and frowned in defeat. you were worried about megumi. these past two weeks have been hard on you because you tried everything you could to get through to him, to build a relationship with him. as you sat at the dining table with everyone, you couldn’t work up an appetite. you poked at your gyoza and sipped at your soup.

“you not hungry, babe?” satoru asked, putting his arm around your shoulder as you softly sighed, he free hand rubbing your thigh. 

“not really. i'm worried about megumi. something seems to be bothering him.” satoru squeezed your hand and both of you looked over at megumi. he was still coloring. you saw him look over at the table a couple of times when tsumiki started to laugh while talking to shoko and haibara. 

you got up from the dining table as satoru’s arm fell from your shoulder to the back of your now empty chair. he watched you while you grabbed a small bowl of soup and a couple pieces of gyoza. you made your way back to the table where megumi was coloring.

“hi megumi, i brought you some food.” you greeted him. 

“i said i wasn't hungry.” megumi repeated himself again, avoiding all eye contact with you. 

“well, you haven’t eaten since breakfast, you must be hungry.” you frowned at him. 

“no, i'm not.” did you just hear some sass in his tone? you squinted at him.

“well, i'm not leaving until you eat your food.” you quipped back at him. if megumi fushiguro wanted to have a stubborn competition, he was going to have a stubborn competition. and you were the reigning queen of this (satoru would know).

you watched him color. he was drawing two dogs, a white one and a black one. you remembered your older brother, touya, teaching you about the zen’nin clan and the ten shadows technique. the first shikigami a ten shadows technique user could summon were the demon dogs. was megumi already seeing his shikigami?

“are those your dogs?” you asked him as you pointed at his drawing. of course, he just ignored you. “are they the demon dogs?” you digged deeper.

megumi stopped coloring and looked up at you, “what do you know about the demon dogs?”

“well, i know that it’s the first shikigami a ten shadows technique user can summon. they are used for many different things like tracking, fighting, or just being there by your side to keep you company.” you told him. megumi put down his crayons. it seems like you piqued his interest.

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“hmmm, it looks like she got the kid to stop coloring.” satoru announced, looking over at the table as he watched you and megumi. he felt a weird feeling inside. it was warm and fuzzy. his heart swelled watching you with megumi.

all the second years and first years looked over at the table to watch you and megumi as well.

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“can you tell me about the ten shadows?” megumi asked you quietly. 

“only if you eat your dinner.” you made him a deal, it was up to him to take it or not. megumi furrowed his brows as he slowly reached for the pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of gyoza. you felt that you could continue telling him what you knew now that he started to eat. 

“there’s a specific hand sign that you have to do in order to summon any of the shikigami.” you explained. 

“do you know the hand signs for the dogs?” megumi asked, chewing his food. 

you smiled softly. “i don’t, but i know who does.” 

“who?” 

“satoru gojo does.” 

“oh, the creepy guy with the white hair and sunglasses?” megumi’s comment made you laugh out loud. that was the first time someone called satoru gojo creepy.

“he does give you the creeps, huh? me too.” you joked with him. megumi cracked a smile. 

“oh, did i just get a smile from the megumi fushiguro?” you feigned with shock. megumi started to grin, but he contained himself and ate some more gyoza and sipped at his soup.

“megumi... i know your father and mother left you and tsumiki...” you started to say, but megumi interrupted you. 

“and? everyone always leaves in the end anyways.”

you blinked in shock at how straightforward this 5 year old boy could be. you actually weren’t even sure if he was 5 anymore with that last comment of his. 

“well, satoru and i won’t. we’ll always be there for you and tsumiki. i promise. and (y/n) (l/n) never breaks her promises.” you held out your pinky to megumi in hopes that he’ll pinky promise you back. 

“what are you doing?” megumi looked at you confused. 

“have you ever done a pinky promise before?” you asked him. megumi shook his head. he hadn’t. you explained the story of a pinky promise to him, “people make pinky promises so that they don’t break their promise. if you break your promise, you have to chop off your pinky.”

“you’re going to chop off your pinky if you break your promise to me and tsumiki?” megumi asked you with skepticism. he seems like he’s had one too many promises broken in his lifetime.

“yes, and satoru will too.” you answered back. satoru would understand if you spoke for him. he softly intertwined his pinky with yours and you kissed your thumb to seal the deal. megumi didn't follow you on the kiss back though. it was okay, you'll get him to do it next time.

“do you and that creep pinky promise on stuff too?” megumi wondered. 

you smiled at him, “all the time.”

“on what?”

“well, satoru pinky promised me that he will be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer so that he can protect me.” you told megumi. one day, satoru would have to tell him the story about megumi's own father and how satoru’s near-death fight with toji made him have an epiphany about his own powers.

you looked over at satoru. he was watching you and megumi. he waved when you made eye contact with him. you winked at him and he blew you a kiss. megumi’s eyes wandered to him as well.

“so he’s the strongest?” he asked with uncertainty. he couldn't believe that satoru gojo was the strongest. megumi thought he looked like a derp, especially with the lack of tact he had when he first approached him and tsumiki. why couldn't you have been the one to find them instead?

“yes, he is,” you smiled brightly at your man, “and he’ll be your sensei when you attend jujutsu high school.” you thought about the conversation you had with satoru about him becoming a teacher once he finishes his third year. would megumi be okay with him being the one to teach him how to handle cursed energy and how to fight?

“are you strong too, (y/n)?” megumi questioned you.

“i'm the second strongest,” you looked at him intently with a promise, “and i will protect you and tsumiki, just like satoru will.”

“why did he pinky promise that to you?” megumi changed the subject as he started to blush. he wondered why satoru promised to protect you if you could protect yourself. 

“well, megumi, satoru is something you call a boyfriend to me. he loves me. and, well, you protect the people you love.”

“he was talking about you when he picked us up. he said you were his girlfriend. is that the same thing as a boyfriend?” 

“yes it is,” you said laughing. kids were so damn cute with their comments, “you might be too young to understand, but maybe when you get bigger, you’ll find a someone you love and you can be a boyfriend too.”

megumi ended up finishing his food. (y/n) 1: megumi 0. you had won the stubborn competition. he took the empty soup bowl and put it in front of you.

“can i have more soup... please?”

EXTRA:

the kids were sleeping in your room as you spent the night in satoru’s dorm room. this was how it had been for the past two weeks.

you climbed into bed as your boyfriend watched you. you sat closely next to him. he was expecting you to tell him the juicy gossip of what happened at dinner with megumi. after giving him a brief run down, he sighed.

“so, megumi is already seeing his demon dogs?” you scratched at the back of his undercut and tilted your head at him. 

“yes, baby, and you’re gonna have to teach him how to use them. i told him you know the hand symbols.”

“that’s fine, we can do that. the demon dogs are loyal and loving according to my sources. they would be good to have by his side.” satoru closed his eyes and sighed in bliss, he loved when you scratched his undercut. you stopped scratching as he hugged you close. 

“satoru... are you going to tell megumi about his father?” you softly asked.

“you know, i tried telling him when i found him, but that little shit just cut me off. i told him that if he ever wanted to know about his dad, he can ask me any time.”

“you promise you’ll tell him the whole story?”

satoru intertwined his pinky with yours and kissed you firmly on the lips. 

“i pinky promise.”

High Expectations

Something in my trash I decided to post here:

Gojo Satoru x fem!oc

Minors DNI•Rated R

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Squeezing me like that. But you can’t stop baby. Gotta ride daddy til I come, remember? Don’t disappoint me.” She took a minute to restart a steady rhythm up and down his dick. Gojo’s attention stayed on her glazed eyes. “Daddy doesn’t breed disappointments.”

All These Kisses

getting back into the swing of things, this has been in my drafts for far too long. I missed yall on tumblr.

pairing: Gojo x Baby (OC) | Rating: PG

Dewy lips held his attention hostage. The way the strips of flesh gleamed in the hazy setting summer sun, shined with opportunity. The gloss on her lips stayed put through their entire outing. From her apartment to the movies. Even after eating a luxurious dinner of steak and potatoes, just when he thought his suffering had been over a small trip to the restaurant’s powder room and the gloss had returned with a vengeance.

Her lips almost shined more, brighter after the second application. It infuriated Satoru, more than it should have. How did she expect him to resist kissing her when she dolled herself up in such a way?

She didn’t.

His darling was a lot of things. Coy, stunning, infuriatingly smart. Subtle was not one of her attributes. The constant smacking of her lips every time a reflective material crossed their path wasn’t lost on him. ‘I’m just checking,’ she defended when his eyebrow would hike up in faux exasperation. The smiles she beamed his way, wide and genuine the way she showed her teeth to convey how much fun she was experiencing on this outing. His darling knew him well, but he knew he best.

So on her doorstep is when he made his move. Presented all his evidence in a nice neat package. Clasping her empty hands to fill the space between her fingers, Satoru ducked his head down and put all his being into a single kiss. But a man like him had too much to convey in a single kiss. So he had to give her another one. And another one. Kisses piled up on each other and her lipgloss left the designated space of her lips to spread all over her face.

Interrupted chortles breathed into his face. He wouldn’t stop until all the oxygen on earth had been used up and traded in for carbon dioxide.

“Satoru, leave me aloneee. You’re ruining my makeup.”

“Good. It’s been driving me crazy all night, sweetness. You expect me to resist you all night when I barely made through dinner?” His sweet-talking took the attention away from his sneaking hands, lightly groping her flesh looking for trouble to get into.

“Hey there, boy. Watch yourself.”

Chapter 7 is finally out !!! ^0^ please check it out here

Love is Kinda Blind Master Link (Gojo x Reader fic, ongoing)

Genre: Romantic comedy, satire, fluff, reality tv, hurt/comfort

Synopsis:

Gojo needs a bride so obviously the most appropriate way to find her is through a public dating show.

Y/N needs to pay her bills and wants some clout so obviously the easiest way is for her to join a public dating show.

Of course they both meet.

DISCLAIMER. I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of its associated characters. Don’t sue me, thx!

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Hate and Love

Pt.1.

I hate GOJO. GOJO who acts like an immature bastard. GOJO who acts like he's the one with no problems.

Hate his long fingers that thrust into you so fucking GOOD. Hate GOJO who whispers dirty names in your ear, calling you his personal slut.

-"You're crying?? Just from my fingers? Ha!If you're so fucked out of your mind, I won't even get to use my cock, you know??"

And of course he will, but he's just a bastard that likes seeing the tears that well up in your eyes.

I love SATORU. SATORU who cares about where you stubbed your toe. SATORU who will try to light up the mood if you got hurt/are upset.

SATORU who will whisper sweet nothings in your ear after he finished a mission, not forgetting to add some small whispers you almost miss.

-"Oh you're so pretty today!....wonder how you'll look when I fuck that pretty hole of yours."

And he DOES, it's almost like falling in love all over again.

White hair disheveled, eyes rolled in the back of his head, moans and WHINES falling out of his kiss-bruised lips so much you think he's the one getting fucked. But by the way his cock is slamming into you, the way his tip is almost touching your cervix, the way he continues to fuck into your abused hole like there's no tomorrow even after cumming for the uptenth time...

I just love SATORU.

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And they were roommates...

Pairing//: Gojo Satoru x Reader

It was one thing to be Gojo Satoru's roommate. Taking care of his cat when he isn't home, relaxing walks hand in hand when he is stressed, movie marathon nights-you were just roommates!

But it was another thing when you helped him jerk off.

It started off as a joke after hearing Suguru ramble about it and how it's a "bonding experience". Then he started thinking about it while teaching. He knew his students weren't dumb and unfortunately, a boner accident had happened one two many times because of it.

As time passed he was finding himself become throbbing hard when he saw you. Wether it was his imagination he didn't know ,but somehow you would always find a way to bend over or brush against his raging boner and it got Gojo leaking pre like a virgin.

To try and hide this he thought about avoiding you. Didn't go too well though, considering you were roomates and all. Plus slapping that pretty ass of yours made his day so...

Things just escalated until Gojo found himself palming his cock from the outside of his pants just outside your room. Did he feel like a creep? Absolutely. Did he plan to stop? No. Not when he gets knee shaking orgasms from it. Not when the moment he cums sends sparks from the base of his dick to his head. Not when you find out and pull him in your room one night.

It didn't go like Gojo thought it would, like the fantasies he stroked his cock to every night until his back arched and he had to bite down on his lip to keep the whimpers in check. Gojo thought he would be in for a quick handjob, some head if he was lucky but not that.

No, no, no. That night he was unprepared for. His back arched with his ass on clear view to a camera. Lube and cum making a mess in between his trembling thighs. You, knuckles deep in him, keeping his legs spread. Gojo's whimpers were like a sickly sweet melody and with how long you have been going, he had made more than a song with them.

Drool dripped down his chin , brows furrowed and eyes hazed. His tip was an angry red-half from how much he had came that night, half from cumming untouched the whole time-and his thighs were covered in bite marks.

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That night found itself being repeated over and over again. Tonight was no different.

Gojo was sat on his knees, your hand on his weeping cock going antagonizely slow. He felt embarrassed, like a virgin teenager, with how desperate he was. With how his hips buckled from the slightest change of pace from your hand, from everything your thumb decided to brush against his tip, making pre spurt out.

Your lips were on his neck, tongue darting out to soothe the bite marks on his neck.

"You're doing so well f'me Satoru...such a doll.~"

With those words falling from your lips, Gojo found himself cumming on the spot. His thighs and abs tense, cum soon covering them, his back arched so far you would think it broke. A pitiful whine graced your ears and a sob afterwards. With drool smeared on his face he felt disgusting and the sticky cum all over his thighs and stomach didn't make it any better.

"...clean me up..."

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"...please?"

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