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Baby's Mealtime

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: How does one make a picky baby eat? Masterlist

The sun lazily cast its golden glow through the curtains of the cozy dining room, where you and your husband Gojo Satoru found yourselves in a culinary predicament: your adorable bundle of joy, your little miracle, the product of your love was adamantly refusing to eat. The table was set with an array of colorful purees and tiny utensils, but your baby, nestled snugly in their high chair, seemed more interested in playing with the food than actually eating it.

"Come on, sweetheart," you cooed, gently nudging a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes toward the baby's lips. "Just one little bite for Mama?"

But the baby simply giggled, sending a smear of orange across their tiny cheeks, clearly enjoying the messy playtime more than the prospect of eating. Gojo chuckled, leaning in to wipe away the stray food with a soft cloth.

"Looks like we've got a little food artist on our hands," he remarked with a grin, his eyes brimming with affection.

You sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Gojo. You definitely were determined parents, and both of you were not about to give up so easily. It was time to get creative.

"Alright, little one," you said, your voice filled with determination. "If you won't eat the sweet potatoes, how about some mashed bananas?"

With a swift flick of the spoon, you swapped the orange puree for a bowl of creamy yellow goodness. The baby eyed the new offering with curiosity, tiny fingers reaching out to explore.

"Go ahead, darling," Gojo encouraged, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of the little one's curiosity. "Give it a try."

With a tentative nibble, the baby tasted the banana puree, their face lighting up with delight at the sweet flavor. Success! You exchanged triumphant glances with your husband, feeling like you had just won a major battle.

But the victory was short-lived as the baby's enthusiasm quickly waned, pushing away the spoon with a pout. It seemed the little gourmet had already grown tired of bananas.

Undeterred, you and Gojo embarked on a culinary adventure, experimenting with different flavors and textures in a quest to find the perfect meal for your precious little picky eater. From mashed avocados to pureed peas, from tiny pasta stars to bite-sized fruit slices, you tried it all, each attempt met with varying degrees of success and failure.

Through it all, Gojo and you remained patient and loving, your hearts overflowing with affection for your little one. You sang silly songs and made funny faces, turning mealtime into a joyous celebration of love and family.

And slowly but surely, your efforts began to pay off. With each passing day, the baby became more adventurous, eagerly tasting new foods and delighting in the flavors on their tiny taste buds. The kitchen echoed with laughter and giggles, a symphony of happiness that filled the air with warmth and love.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of culinary exploration, You and Gojo discovered the secret to your baby's heart: a simple combination of mashed bananas and sweet potatoes, mixed together to create a questionable concoction that had your little one eagerly opening wide for more.

As you watched your baby happily gobble up spoonful after spoonful of the homemade mash, you and Gojo exchanged a proud smile.

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11:06

Gojo Satoru sat across from you in the cozy little café. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city outside. You could see the conflict in his eyes, even through the tinted lenses.

"I care about you," he started, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "More than I probably should."

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "I know, Satoru. And I care about you too."

He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "But I can't give you what you deserve. My life, my responsibilities... they make it impossible for me to commit fully to anyone."

You felt a pang in your chest, but you understood. "You're trying to protect everyone, aren't you?"

He nodded, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. And that includes you. If anything were to happen because of me..."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his hand. "I know the risks. And I'm still here, aren't I?"

He looked at you, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow in his eyes. "You are. And that means more to me than you'll ever know."

The silence between you was filled with unspoken emotions. Finally, he spoke again. "I can't promise forever. But I can promise to cherish every moment we have together."

You smiled, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "That's enough for me."

He chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."

"That's because I know you, Satoru," you replied, squeezing his hand. "Better than anyone else."

He leaned across the table, his face inches from yours. "Then you know how much you mean to me."

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his breath on your skin. "I do. And I hope you know how much you mean to me too."

Gojo's expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his lips. "I do. And I'm grateful every day for it."

You shared a quiet moment, the world outside the café fading away. It was just the two of you, lost in each other's presence.

"So, what do you say we make the most of our time together?" Gojo suggested.

You laughed, the sound filling the café. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

He grinned, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Good. Because I have a few surprises planned for us."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? Like what?"

Gojo leaned back, his smile widening. "You'll see. Just trust me."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I always do."

As the sun continued to set, casting a golden glow over the city, you and Gojo sat together, hand in hand. Being with him, even if just for fleeting moments, was worth it.

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Gossip Girl

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo judges people at a party Masterlist

"Do you think he actually believes that comb-over is fooling anyone?" Gojo whispered, leaning down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

You giggled, trying to stifle the sound with your hand. "I know, right? It's like the hair is trying to escape his head."

Gojo snorted, straightening up and taking a sip of his drink. "And look at her over there," he continued, nodding towards a woman in a neon pink dress that hugged her in all the wrong places. "I swear, Barbie called and she wants her dress back."

You nearly choked on your drink, doubling over in laughter. "Stop it! You're going to get us caught," you managed between breaths, wiping away tears of mirth.

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, we're just here to observe the high society in its natural habitat. Think of it as research."

"Research, huh?" you replied, raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly are we researching?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then flashed you a brilliant smile. "The limits of human taste and the fascinating ways people choose to ignore them."

You nudged him playfully. "You're terrible, you know that?"

"I try," he said with a wink. "But seriously, look at that guy over there. Is he wearing socks with sandals?"

You turned to see a middle-aged man obliviously chatting away, indeed sporting the offensive footwear combination. "Oh my god," you whispered. "I thought that was just a myth."

"Nope, living proof right there," Gojo said, shaking his head in mock despair. "It's like witnessing a rare bird."

"A rare, fashion-challenged bird," you agreed, trying to keep a straight face.

As the evening wore on, the two of you continued your undercover mission, providing commentary on everything from questionable dance moves to over-the-top makeup choices. Gojo was in his element, his quick wit and sharp observations making you laugh harder than you had in weeks.

"Okay, new game," he announced suddenly. "Who do you think has the most scandalous secret here?"

You scanned the room thoughtfully. "Hmm, I'd say Mrs. Hikaru over there," you said, pointing discreetly to an older woman with a suspiciously young man hanging on her arm. "She looks like she's hiding something."

Gojo followed your gaze and nodded sagely. "Good choice. I'm going with Mr. Moustache over there," he said, indicating a man with a magnificent handlebar moustache. "No one grows a moustache like that without hiding some deep, dark secrets."

"Or a penchant for 19th-century fashion," you added, smirking.

Gojo laughed, then turned serious for a moment, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You know, I'm really glad we're here together. Makes this whole thing bearable."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Me too," you admitted, smiling up at him. "It's way more fun with you."

He grinned, slipping an arm around your shoulders. "Of course it is. Who else could provide such witty banter?"

You leaned into him, feeling content and happy. "Well, you do have a gift," you teased.

"I know, right?" he said, pretending to be smug. "But don't sell yourself short. You're a pretty amazing partner in crime."

"Partner in crime, huh?" you repeated, liking the sound of it. "I think I can live with that."

"Good," Gojo said, giving you a quick squeeze. "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the noisy party faded away. It was just the two of you, in your own little world.

Then the moment was broken by a loud crash from across the room, where someone had knocked over a table full of drinks.

Gojo sighed dramatically. "And the award for the most graceful exit goes to..."

"That guy," you finished, both of you dissolving into laughter again.

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Little Rival

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo's biggest rival in getting your attention is his son Masterlist Requests open!

Gojo Satoru found himself locked in an unexpected battle. This time, his opponent was not a curse or a rival sorcerer, but his own infant son, Haru.

It started one sunny morning. Gojo, ever the loving husband, leaned in to kiss you, when Haru, nestled in your arms, suddenly grabbed your shirt and pulled you closer, glaring at his father with a look of pure defiance.

“Someone’s getting possessive,” Gojo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Haru stuck his tongue out at his father, eliciting a laugh from you. “Oh, you’re just too cute!” you cooed, showering Haru with kisses.

Satoru's smile faltered. “Hey, what about me?” he pouted, trying to reclaim his wife’s attention.

But Haru was relentless. Every time Gojo made a move to hug or kiss you, Haru would wiggle his way between both of you, giggling victoriously. Gojo’s frustration grew as he watched his wife’s affection being monopolized by their little bundle of joy.

One evening, as you cuddled on the couch, Gojo attempted to steal a kiss. Just as your lips were about to touch, Haru let out a dramatic wail, clinging to you as if his world was ending.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, your attention instantly shifting to Haru.

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Seriously, kid? Do you have some sort of radar for these moments?”

Haru’s response was to bury his face into your neck, casting a smug look at his father over your shoulder.

The weeks went by, and Gojo couldn’t help but notice Haru’s strategic interruptions. During your planned date nights, Haru would suddenly develop a mysterious cough or start crying uncontrollably.

“We can’t leave him like this,” you said, canceling your plans for the fourth time in a row.

Gojo’s jaw tightened. “Haru, buddy, you’re really killing my vibe here.”

Haru blinked innocently, but the glint of mischief in his eyes told a different story.

At this point, Gojo was determined to outsmart his pint-sized rival, and devised a new strategy. Spontaneous displays of affection. One afternoon, he swooped you into his arms, planting a firm kiss on your lips.

Haru, sensing the shift in attention, immediately started crying, looking pitifully at his mother.

“Oh no, not again,” you exclaimed, rushing to Haru’s side.

Gojo threw his hands up in exasperation. “Seriously, is this kid for real?”

Despite his frustration, Gojo couldn’t help but admire Haru’s determination. The baby had clearly taken it upon himself to be the sole recipient of your attention.

Whenever Gojo tried to steal a moment alone with his wife, Haru would do absolutely everything in his power—faking sickness, crying dramatically, and even physically pushing his father away.

One evening, you finally managed to get Haru to sleep. Quietly tiptoe-ing out of the nursery, you hoped to enjoy a quiet dinner together. But somehow as soon as you sat down, Haru’s piercing cry echoed through the house.

“I’ll get him,” you sighed, standing up.

Gojo grabbed your hand, and pulled you back gently. “Wait. Let’s give him a minute. He needs to learn that we need time together too.”

Nodding, you sat back down. Haru’s cries grew louder, and after a few moments, you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Okay, fine,” Gojo muttered, following you to the nursery, defeated.

Haru lay in his crib, red-faced and wailing. As soon as you picked him up, he stopped crying, flashing a triumphant smile at Gojo.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

As the days turned into weeks, Gojo’s determination to reclaim his wife’s attention only grew stronger. He tried everything—gifts, romantic gestures, even enlisting the help of his friends to babysit Haru. But the baby always seemed to find a way to intervene.

One night, Gojo tried to distract Haru with a new toy while you snuggled on the couch. Just as he thought he might have a moment of peace, the child tossed the toy aside and crawled over.

“Mommy!” he demanded, clambering onto your lap.

Satoru groaned, flopping back against the couch. “I give up. The kid’s unbeatable.”

You laughed, ruffling your husband's hair. “You’re both so silly. There’s enough of me to go around, you know.”

Gojo grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad. Watching you with Haru, he felt his heart swell with love. Despite the constant interruptions, he knew the both of you were everything he's ever wanted.

Later that night, as you and Gojo lay in bed, Haru snuggled between both of you. Gojo reached over and squeezed your hand.

“I guess I can share,” he said with a smile.

Haru gurgled happily, and you leaned over to kiss Gojo softly. “Thank you, Satoru. You’re a great dad.”

Gojo sighed, resigned but content. “Yeah, yeah. But just wait until he enters elementary school. Then it’s my turn to have you all to myself.”

Haru, as if understanding his father’s words, stuck his tongue out one last time before drifting off to sleep, nestled safely between his parents.

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Gojo and Love Languages

Words of Affirmation

You sat on the couch, eyes glued to your phone screen, scrolling through endless emails. Gojo walked in, his grin widening as he saw you. Without hesitation, he plopped down beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.

"Hey, love," he said, leaning in to kiss your temple. "Have I told you today how amazing you are?"

You chuckled, putting your phone aside to give him your full attention. "Not yet, but I'm all ears."

"You're the smartest, kindest, and most beautiful person I know," he said, his voice soft yet sincere. "Every time I see you, I feel like the luckiest person in the world. You make every day better just by being you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. "Thanks, Satoru. I needed that today."

He lifted your chin with his finger, his bright blue eyes locking with yours. "It's true. You're incredible, and I hope you never forget that."

You leaned into his touch, a smile playing on your lips. "With you reminding me, I don't think I ever will."

Acts of Service

You were struggling to carry a stack of books and papers to your study, the weight making it difficult to see where you were going. Gojo noticed immediately from across the room and rushed over, his steps quick and purposeful.

"Let me help with that," he said, taking the books from your hands effortlessly, his strength making the task look easy.

You sighed in relief, the strain lifting from your arms. "Thanks, Satoru. You always know when to help."

He winked, his smile playful. "Anything for you. Besides, I can't let my favorite person get hurt."

As he placed the books on your desk, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude. "You're always there when I need you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He turned to face you, with a smirk on his face. "I know I'm quite amazing, but I'm glad I can make things a bit easier for you."

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. "You're the best."

He hugged you tightly, his embrace warm and reassuring. "Mhm, so are you." he whispered into your hair.

Receiving Gifts

Gojo walked in with a mischievous grin, hiding something behind his back. His eyes sparkled with excitement, making you instantly curious.

"What are you up to?" you asked, eyeing him suspiciously as you put down your book.

"I got you a little something," he said, revealing a beautifully wrapped box, the paper glistening under the light.

You took the box, your curiosity piqued. "What's this for?"

"Just because I love you," he said, watching with anticipation as you carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant shaped like a small star, intricately designed and sparkling.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, touched by the gesture. You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with emotion.

"Not as beautiful as you," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection. He stepped behind you, gently placing the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin.

You turned to face him, feeling the cool metal rest against your collarbone. "Thank you, Satoru. It's perfect."

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb caressing your cheek. "You deserve the world, and I'll do my best to give it to you."

Quality Time

You and Gojo lay on a blanket under the stars, the cool night air filled with the sound of crickets. He held your hand, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your skin as you both gazed up at the night sky.

"I love nights like this," you said, turning your head to look at him, your eyes reflecting the starlight.

"Me too," he agreed, his gaze soft and adoring. "It's just you and me, no distractions, no curses. Just the way I like it."

You nestled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Thanks for always making time even in your hectic schedule. It means a lot."

He squeezed your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. "There's nothing more important to me than our time together. No matter how busy things get, I'll always make time for you."

You sighed contentedly, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're really something, you know that?"

He chuckled, his breath tickling your hair. "I know, but only because you make me want to be the best version of myself."

You smiled, feeling completely at peace. "I love you, Satoru."

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

Physical Touch

Gojo wrapped his arms around you from behind as you stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. His chin rested on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.

"Missed me?," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You leaned back into his embrace, a smile spreading across your face. "I saw you an hour ago."

"An hour too long," he replied, his arms tightening around you, his presence a comforting weight.

You laughed softly, feeling his love in every touch. "Yes, I missed you, Satoru. It's nice having you close."

"Right?" He nuzzled into your neck, his lips brushing your skin. "Being near you makes everything better."

You turned your head slightly, catching his lips in a quick kiss. "You're such a sap."

He grinned against your skin, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "Only for you. And I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

You placed your hand over his, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Good, because I wouldn't want you any other way."

He kissed your cheek again, his presence a comforting warmth that you knew you could always count on. "I'm never letting you go," he whispered, his voice full of love and promise.

"And I wouldn't want you to," you replied, your heart swelling with affection.

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A Silent Drive

Gojo x reader Genre: Argument? Words: 496 Synopsis: You're upset with Gojo, which leads to a silent car drive Masterlist

The car ride back home was usually filled with laughter and easy conversation, but today, there was an uncomfortable silence and tension that hung heavily in the air. Gojo Satoru, usually the carefree one, couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something to upset you. Glancing at you from the driver's seat, he noticed your tense posture and the way you avoided eye contact.

"Hey," Gojo began, attempting to break the ice. "Are you mad at me?"

You kept your gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window, not offering a response. The tension in the car was strong, and Gojo's concern grew with each passing mile.

He sighed and decided to address the elephant in the room. "I know I messed up back there. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. Can we talk about it?"

Still, you remained silent, and Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of regret gnawing at him. He glanced at you again, this time with a softer expression. "I didn't mean to upset you. You know I care about you, right?"

Finally, you turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and hurt. "You just don't get it, do you? Sometimes, your words can be so thoughtless, Satoru."

His eyes widened slightly, realizing the gravity of his mistake. He pulled over to a quiet spot on the side of the road, turning off the engine to give the conversation the attention it deserved.

"Look, I know I can be a bit… tactless sometimes," Gojo admitted, running a hand through his silver hair. "But I never intended to hurt you. I care about you more than you can imagine, and I hate the thought of being the reason you're upset."

You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's just that sometimes, you don't think before you speak. I need you to understand that your words have an impact on me."

Gojo nodded solemnly, his expression sincere. "I get it. I'll work on being more mindful of what I say, especially when it comes to you. I don't want to jeopardize what we have."

As he spoke, you could see the genuine remorse in his eyes. Your heart softened, and you realized that he truly meant to make amends. "Okay, Satoru. Just… be more considerate, okay?"

He nodded, a grateful smile appearing on his face. "I promise. And hey, I'll make it up to you, alright? How about we grab dinner together, my treat?"

You couldn't help but smile back, the tension easing between you. "Deal. But you're still on thin ice, Gojo."

He chuckled, starting the car again. "I'll make sure to watch my step. Thanks for giving me a chance to make things right."

The rest of the drive home was filled with a lighter atmosphere. It was a lesson learned for Gojo, a reminder that one always has to be careful with their words when it came to matters of the heart.

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10:07

Satoru Gojo has a habit of popping up at the most unexpected times, but that was part of his charm. You were lounging on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, reading a book when you felt his presence before you saw him.

"Hey there, beautiful," he said, leaning over the back of the couch and peeking at your book. "Reading anything interesting?"

You looked up, rolling your eyes playfully. "Just a mystery novel. Thought I'd enjoy some quiet time."

He pouted, slipping over the back of the couch to sit beside you. "Quiet time? Without me? That’s so cruel."

You laughed, gently nudging him with your elbow. "Not everything revolves around you, Satoru."

He gasped, clutching his chest. "My heart! How will it ever recover from this betrayal?"

"Drama queen," you teased, shaking your head. "Do you always have to be the center of attention?"

"Only when it comes to you," he said, his voice dropping to a low, yet still playful tone. "I can't help it. You’re my favorite person."

You blushed, trying to hide it by burying your face in your book. "You're impossible."

"And you're adorable," he countered, snatching the book from your hands and replacing it with himself. He laid his head on your lap, looking up at you with those striking blue eyes. "Much better than any book, right?"

"You’re ridiculous," you said, but you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You started to run your fingers through his soft, white hair, earning a content sigh from him.

"See? This is perfect," he murmured, closing his eyes.

"What's perfect?" you asked, amused by his sudden contentment.

"Being here with you, like this," he said simply. "No missions, no chaos. Just us."

Your heart melted a little at his words. Despite his goofy exterior, Satoru had his moments of sincerity that always caught you off guard.

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "Just us."

You continued to stroke his hair, and soon his breathing evened out as he dozed off in your lap. You chuckled quietly, thinking about how someone so powerful could look so peaceful and vulnerable.

Leaning down, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Sweet dreams, babe."

He stirred slightly, a small smile forming on his lips. "Only if you're in them," he mumbled sleepily.

You rolled your eyes again but felt your heart swell with affection. Ridiculous or not, Satoru Gojo was the best thing that ever happened to you.

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Cuddles and Jealousy

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo is jealous of your baby Masterlist Requests open!

You were cuddled up on the couch with your baby boy, Akio, cooing softly to him. His little fingers grasped your thumb tightly, and you couldn’t help but smile at his adorable face. Gojo stood nearby, arms crossed and a pout forming on his lips.

“Hey, what about me?” he whined, nudging you with his foot. “I used to get all the attention around here.”

You looked up at him, amused. “Oh, poor baby. Feeling neglected?”

“Yes, actually. Glad you noticed” he huffed, flopping dramatically onto the couch beside you. “Akio gets all your hugs and kisses now. What about my needs?”

Akio giggled at his father's antics, his little laugh making your heart melt even more. You kissed your small baby on the forehead, then leaned over to give your big baby a peck on the cheek. “There, happy now?”

Gojo shook his head, still pouting. “Nope, that’s not enough. I need more love and attention. You used to shower me with affection.”

You laughed and handed Akio to his father. “Why don’t you hold him for a bit? Maybe you’ll feel better.”

Gojo took Akio carefully, looking into his son’s eyes. Akio gurgled and reached out to touch Gojo’s face, making him smile. “Ofcourse, he’s adorable. But I still want my cuddles.”

You moved closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You cutie. How about a family cuddle?”

Gojo’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Now you’re talking!” He shifted so that Akio was snuggled between the two of you.

“See?” you said, resting your head on Gojo’s shoulder. “Now we’re all getting attention.”

He sighed contentedly. “I guess I can share you with Yuki. But only because he’s so cute.”

“Just remember,” you teased, “I’ve got plenty of love for both my boys.”

Gojo leaned in for a quick kiss, then turned to Akio. “You hear that, buddy? We’ve got the best mommy ever.”

Akio babbled happily in response, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I think he agrees.”

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Late, But Why?

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo is late to a date. Why? Masterlist Requests open!

Gojo Satoru was notoriously late. It was almost a tradition now, his “fashionably late” entrances to your dates. Today was no exception. You sat in a quaint café, sipping on a latte, eyes glancing at the door every few minutes.

Finally, the door swung open and in walked Gojo, his expensive sunglasses perched on his nose. “Hey there, beautiful,” he grinned, sliding into the seat across from you.

“You’re late,” you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing as a smile tugged at your lips.

“Am I?” he said, feigning innocence. “I could’ve sworn I was just on time to see you smile.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Smooth, Satoru. Real smooth.”

He leaned in, eyes full of love and mischief. “I have to be, to keep up with you.”

You shook your head, but your heart swelled. Gojo always knew how to make you laugh, even when you were irritated with him. “So, what’s the excuse today?”

He held up a finger, signaling you to wait. “Funny story, actually. I was saving a cat.”

“A cat?”

“Yeah, a cat. It was stuck in a tree.”

“You used that excuse last week,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, unabashed. “What can I say? There are a lot of cats that need saving. I’m a hero like that.”

You chuckled, shaking your head again. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“But you love me for it,” he said confidently, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “Besides, I brought you something.”

He pulled out a small, brightly wrapped package from his jacket pocket and handed it to you. You opened it to find a cute keychain of a tiny, fluffy cat.

“A reminder of my heroic deeds,” he said with a wink.

You laughed, genuinely touched. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re perfect,” he replied, lifting your hand to kiss it.

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When their child wants a sibling

Dad!Gojo x reader, Dad!Nanami x reader Genre: Fluff Masterlist Requests open!

GOJO SATORU

"Mommy, can I have a sibling?" your five-year-old daughter, Hikari, asked as she plopped down next to you on the couch, her eyes wide and hopeful. You were in the middle of reading a book, and the sudden question caught you off guard.

Gojo, who was lounging on the other end of the couch, immediately perked up. "A sibling, huh?" he mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That sounds like a great idea."

You shot him a look. "Satoru, we need to talk about this first."

"But Mommy," Hikari interrupted, "all my friends at kindergarten have siblings. I'm the only one who doesn't."

You sighed, closing your book and putting it aside. "It's not that simple, sweetheart. Having a sibling is a big responsibility."

Satoru scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "She's right, Hikari. It means sharing your toys, your room, and your parents' attention. Are you ready for that?"

She nodded vigorously. "Yes! I promise I'll be the best big sister ever. I can even help take care of the baby!"

You looked at Gojo, who was trying to not laugh. "Well, I suppose we can think about it."

"Yay!" Hikari cheered, jumping off the couch and running around the living room in excitement.

Gojo leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Looks like we're in for some fun times ahead."

Later that evening, after Hikari had been put to bed, you and Gojo sat in the kitchen, sipping tea. "Do you really think we can handle another kid?" you asked, looking over at him.

"Of course we can," he replied confidently. "We're a great team, and besides, Hikari will make an awesome big sister."

You smiled, feeling reassured by his words. "I guess we could start trying."

Gojo's grin widened. "That's the spirit! And, you know, the trying part is the most fun."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help laughing. "You're impossible, Satoru."

A few weeks later, you found yourself in the same spot on the couch, Hikari sitting on your lap this time, telling you all about her day at kindergarten. Your husband was, as usual, lounging next to you, pretending to be deeply interested in a magazine.

"Mommy, did you and Daddy think about what we talked about?" Hikari asked suddenly, looking up at you with her big, innocent eyes.

You exchanged a glance with Gojo, who gave you a slight nod. "Yes, we did," you said. "And we decided that we're going to try to give you a sibling."

Her face lit up with joy. "Really? When?"

"Well," Gojo began, putting down his magazine, "it might take some time. Making a baby is a little complicated."

Hikari frowned, clearly not understanding. "But you can do it, right?"

Gojo chuckled. "Yes, we can do it. You just have to be patient, okay?"

"Okay!" she agreed, and then ran off to play with her toys.

You turned to Gojo, who was trying to suppress his laughter. "You're enjoying this way too much," you said.

"I can't help it," he replied. "It's just so cute seeing her so excited."

Days passed, and Hikari kept asking every now and then about her future sibling. Every time, her dad would give her some humorous yet evasive answer, like "We're working on it," or "These things take time."

One day, you and Gojo sat Hikari down for a serious talk. "Baby, we have some news for you," you began, holding her small hands in yours.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Mommy is going to have a baby," you announced, watching her reaction closely.

She gasped, her face lighting up with excitement. "Really? I'm going to be a big sister?"

"Yes, you are," Gojo confirmed, ruffling her hair. "But remember, it means you'll have to be very patient and very helpful."

"I will! I promise!" Hikari declared, hugging both of you tightly.

As the months went by, she was true to her word. She helped pick out baby clothes, decorated the nursery, and even tried to learn how to change diapers on her dolls. Gojo, ever the doting husband and father, made sure you were comfortable and happy, always ready with a joke or a warm hug.

One evening, as you all sat together in the nursery, she looked up at you and Gojo and said, "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy, for giving me a sibling. I can't wait to meet them."

You smiled, tears of joy in your eyes, and pulled her close. "You're going to be the best big sister ever, Hikari."

Gojo wrapped his arms around both of you, his voice soft and full of love. "And we're going to be the best family ever."

NANAMI KENTO

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room where Nanami and you lay snuggled in bed on a lazy Sunday morning. The peace was interrupted by a small figure bouncing into the room with unmatched enthusiasm.

"Mama! Papa! Wake up!" Your energetic four-year-old, Haruto, exclaimed, jumping onto the bed.

Nanami groaned playfully, his arm draped over his eyes. "Haruto, it's too early for this much energy."

You chuckled, sitting up and ruffling Haruto's messy bedhead. "Good morning, champ! What's got you so excited?"

Haruto grinned widely, his eyes sparkling. "I want a little brother or sister!"

Nanami lifted his arm and squinted at Haruto. "What?"

Haruto nodded enthusiastically, his hands gesturing wildly. "Yeah! I want someone to play with!"

You exchanged a surprised glance with Nanami before bursting into laughter. "Oh, sweetheart, where did that come from?"

Nanami sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Haruto, having a sibling is a big responsibility. Are you sure about this?"

Haruto nodded again, his determination unwavering. "Yes! Like in the storybooks!"

Nanami looked at you, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. "Well, I suppose we should consider it."

You smiled at Nanami, silently agreeing that it was a discussion worth having later. "How about we start with breakfast, and then we can talk more about it, okay?"

Haruto nodded eagerly, already bouncing off the bed and heading towards the kitchen, his request seemingly forgotten in the excitement of pancakes.

As you all gathered around the table, Haruto dug into his pancakes with fervor, occasionally pausing to chatter about his favorite cartoon or his adventures with his friends at preschool. Nanami sipped his coffee, occasionally interjecting with a question or a gentle reminder to eat properly and slowly.

After breakfast, while Nanami tidied up the kitchen, you took Haruto to the living room where his toys were scattered about. Sitting down among the stuffed animals and building blocks, you leaned in closer to Haruto.

"Hey, buddy, about what you said earlier..."

Haruto looked up from his toys, eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Mama?"

You smiled warmly, trying to find the right words. "Having a brother or sister is a big decision for us grown-ups too. It's something we need to think about carefully."

Haruto nodded seriously, his brows furrowed in thought. "But Mama, Papa, I promise I'll be a good big brother! I'll share my toys and teach them everything!"

Your heart melted at his earnestness. "I'm sure you would be, sweetheart. We'll talk more about it, okay? Papa and I will figure out what's best for our family."

Haruto nodded again, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and resumed playing with his toys. You watched him for a moment, marveling at how quickly he was growing up. Glancing over at Nanami, who had finished cleaning and was now watching the two of you with a soft smile, you knew you were on the same page.

Later when Haruto was napping after lunch, you and Nanami spoke about what your son had started.

"I never thought we'd be having this conversation so soon," Nanami mused, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your knee.

You chuckled softly, leaning into his touch. "Kids have a way of surprising you, don't they?"

Nanami nodded, his gaze warm and fond as he looked at you. "I think Haruto would make a wonderful big brother."

You smiled, feeling a swell of love for both your husband and your son. "He really would."

One day, after putting your child to bed, you found yourselves lingering at the kitchen table, a stack of pamphlets and notes scattered between cups of cooling tea. Nanami glanced up from a particularly detailed chart of baby essentials, his expression thoughtful.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked quietly, his eyes meeting yours over the rim of his glasses.

You nodded, reaching across to take his hand. "I think so. Our little one is growing up so fast. It feels like we have so much love to give."

He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. "I agree. And he's already so excited about the idea of a sibling."

You smiled, thinking back to the countless times your child had brought up the topic, from drawing pictures of a baby with their older sibling to asking if you could name the new addition after their favorite cartoon character.

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Tricks

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: What Gojo does to make you talk to him again Masterlist Requests open!

Gojo Satoru stood in the kitchen, glancing over at you with a mix of concern and frustration. You had been giving him the silent treatment for what felt like hours now, ever since he had unintentionally dismissed your feelings earlier that day.

He had already apologized countless times, tried to make it up to you with small gestures, but nothing seemed to thaw the icy atmosphere you had built around yourself.

Sighing inwardly, Gojo decided to try a different approach. He put the cereal box you loved on the highest shelf in the pantry. With a mischievous grin, he tightened all the lids on the jars neatly lined up on the counter before placing the cereal back where it belonged—just out of your easy reach.

You noticed his antics immediately but refused to let him see you react. Folding your arms, you stood in the doorway, watching as he continued to nonchalantly go about his business. When Gojo finally left the kitchen, you eyed the cereal box and the unopened jars with growing irritation. You were determined to prove a point and not give in to his attempts to win you over so easily.

After a few minutes of silent deliberation, you fetched a chair from the dining room and positioned it under the pantry shelves. Climbing up carefully, you reached for the cereal box. Just as you grasped it triumphantly, you heard a quiet chuckle from behind you.

"Having trouble?" Gojo's voice teased gently, though you could detect a hint of genuine concern underneath.

"I've got it," you replied tersely, not bothering to look at him.

But as you turned to climb down, you realized the jars he had tightened were now proving to be a challenge. With a frustrated huff, you tried to open one, only to find it stubbornly sealed shut.

"Need some help?" Gojo's voice was closer now, his tone more sincere than before, as if he wasn't the one tightening the jars not too long ago.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your resolve to stay mad and the practicality of needing assistance. Swallowing your pride, you sighed heavily. "Fine, but just this once."

Gojo's smile widened as he stepped closer, effortlessly loosening the jar lid with a quick twist. "There you go," he said, handing it back to you.

"Thanks," you muttered begrudgingly, feeling a small crack forming in your resolve.

He didn't push further, simply leaning against the counter as you continued to work through the jars. Eventually, the tension began to ease as you both fell into a rhythm of silent cooperation.

The lingering annoyance faded as you appreciated the familiar comfort of being together, even in the midst of a disagreement.

Once the jars were all opened and neatly arranged, Gojo turned to you, his expression softening. "I'm sorry again," he said sincerely, meeting your eyes.

You sighed, finally relenting. "I know you are," you replied softly, unable to stay upset any longer. "Just... try to listen more next time, okay?"

He nodded solemnly, stepping closer to wrap his arms around you in a gentle embrace. "I promise," he murmured against your hair, his voice sincere.

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Hoodie Thief

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo's hoodies have been disappearing mysteriously Masterlist Requests open!

"Hey babe, have you seen my black hoodie?" Gojo asked as he entered the living room.

You looked up from the couch, cuddled in said hoodie. "Which one?"

"The one with the white stripes on the sleeves," he said, narrowing his eyes. "The one you're wearing right now."

You glanced down at the hoodie, then back at him, smiling innocently. "Oh, this one? I thought it was mine."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Well, you thought wrong. And guess what? that's not the only one that's gone 'missing'." he said while quote motions with his fingers.

You shrugged, pulling the hoodie tighter around you. "They're comfy, and they smell like you."

"How many of my hoodies have you 'borrowed'?" he asked, moving closer.

"Just a few," you replied, trying to sound casual.

"A few, huh?" Gojo said, his tone turning playful. "Let's investigate, shall we?"

Before you could stop him, he darted into your shared bedroom, heading straight for your closet. He opened the doors, and there, on the top shelf, were his missing hoodies neatly folded.

"Well, well, well," he said, turning back to you with a smirk. "What do we have here?"

You shrugged, trying to maintain your composure. "As I said, they're comfy. And they smell like you."

His expression softened, though the teasing look remained in his eyes. "You know, you could just ask if you want to wear them."

"But it's more fun this way," you teased back, sticking out your tongue.

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," you shot back, reaching out to wrap your arms around his waist.

He hugged you back, sighing dramatically. "I guess I'll have to start hiding my hoodies from now on."

"Good luck with that," you replied, grinning. "I always find them."

Gojo chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Challenge accepted."

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Silent Treatment Prank

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo tries the silent treatment prank on you Masterlist Requests open!

Gojo swaggered into the living room, all determined. He had been planning this silent treatment prank all morning, confident that he could keep a straight face and outlast you. As he entered, you were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book, not even glancing up as he walked in.

He cleared his throat dramatically, expecting you to look up, but you remained absorbed in your reading. Gojo raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for your reaction.

Minutes passed. Gojo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing increasingly impatient. He coughed loudly, hoping to catch your attention. Nothing. You flipped a page casually, completely oblivious to his presence.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only five minutes in reality), Gojo's confidence began to falter. He couldn’t believe you were so deeply engrossed in that book. With a huff, he flopped onto the couch next to you, causing you to finally glance up from your book.

You peered at him with raised eyebrows, feigning innocence. "Oh, hello there. Didn’t see you come in."

Gojo pouted, his pride completely slightly wounded. “Hey, aren’t you even curious why I’ve been so quiet?”

You shrugged, closing your book and setting it aside. “I figured you were just in a contemplative mood.”

“But… but I was trying to prank you with the silent treatment!” Gojo protested, trying to sound indignant but failing as his voice took on a whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his failed attempt. “Oh, really? And how’s that going for you?”

He sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. “Terribly. I can’t believe you didn’t even notice.”

You scooted closer, resting your head on his chest. “I noticed, silly. I was just enjoying your company, silent or not.”

Gojo peeked at you from under his arm, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his failed prank. “You’re too good at this. I can never fool you.”

You chuckled softly, tracing patterns on his chest. “Maybe next time, try something less obvious.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “Got it. No more silent treatments. From now on, I’ll just talk your ear off.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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A What?

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: You ask for a baby out of nowhere Masterlist Requests open!

"Hey, Satoru, I want a baby."

The man choked on his cereal. Milk splattered across the table, and he coughed, looking at you with wide, incredulous eyes. "You what?"

You grinned, loving his reaction. "I want a baby."

Gojo blinked, processing your words. "Like...a human baby? With diapers and all?"

You laughed. "Yes, Satoru, a human baby. Not a cursed spirit baby or a baby goat. A tiny human."

He leaned back in his chair, still stunned. "You can't just drop a bomb like that while I'm eating my Froot Loops, babe. Give a guy some warning."

You shrugged, leaning over to wipe a speck of milk off his cheek. "I thought you could handle anything."

"Yeah, curses and evil sorcerers, sure. But this...this is a whole new level of scary." He ran a hand through his white hair, making it stand up in more directions than usual. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious." You sat down across from him, your expression softening. "I think we'd make great parents."

He looked at you, eyes softening. "Of course we would. I mean, look at us. We're awesome."

You snorted. "Modest, as always."

"Hey, it's not arrogance if it's true." He grinned, then grew serious again. "But...a baby? That's a big deal."

"I know. But I want to start a family with you, Satoru."

He was silent for a moment, then his lips curved into a smile. "Okay. Let's do it."

You blinked. "Really? Just like that?"

He shrugged. "Why not? I've always wanted kids. Didn't think about it too much because, you know, job hazards and all. But if you want a baby, then I want a baby. Simple as that."

You laughed, feeling a wave of relief and excitement. "Simple as that, huh?"

"Yep." He stood up, suddenly energized. "Alright, let's make a baby right now."

Your eyes widened. "Satoru, we can't just...it's the middle of the day!"

"Details, details." He waved a hand dismissively. "I'm the strongest sorcerer in the world. I can make time for baby-making."

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "How romantic."

He waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, I can be romantic. Just you wait."

The next few days were filled with Gojo's attempts at being "romantic." You came home to rose petals scattered all over the living room (which the cat was now batting around), a candlelit dinner (where he nearly set the kitchen on fire), and a bubble bath for two (where he splashed so much water that the bathroom flooded).

"You're really trying, aren't you?" you said, toweling off your hair after the bath fiasco.

He pouted. "I'm trying to set the mood."

You kissed his cheek. "I appreciate it, Satoru. But we don't need all this. Just you and me, together. That's enough."

He smiled, pulling you into his arms. "You're right. As always."

That night, lying in bed, he turned to you with a mischievous look in his eye. "So, about that baby..."

You laughed, swatting his chest. "Okay, okay. Let's do this."

A few weeks later, you found yourself holding a pregnancy test in your hand, heart pounding. Gojo was pacing back and forth in the bathroom, looking more nervous than you'd ever seen him.

"Okay, okay, okay," he muttered. "It's fine. Whatever it says, it's fine."

You glanced at the test, then at him. "Satoru, you need to calm down."

He stopped pacing and looked at you, taking a deep breath. "Right. Calm. I can do calm."

You held up the test, a smile spreading across your face. "We're having a baby."

For a moment, he just stared at you, then he whooped, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "We're having a baby! I'm gonna be a dad!"

You laughed, holding onto him. "Yes, you are. And you're going to be amazing."

He set you down, his eyes shining. "We're going to be amazing."

Months passed in a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, baby shopping, and Gojo's over-the-top preparations. He baby-proofed the house, even the ceiling, "just in case the baby is super strong and starts climbing walls."

"Satoru, that's ridiculous," you said, watching as he padded the corners of the coffee table with foam.

He looked up at you, serious. "Safety first, babe."

When the day finally came, Gojo was more nervous than you. He held your hand in the delivery room, eyes wide as he watched the process.

"You're doing great," he whispered, though it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than to you.

Hours later, when the baby finally arrived, Gojo stared at the tiny bundle in his arms, tears in his eyes. "Hi there, little one. I'm your dad."

You smiled, exhausted but happy. "And I'm your mom."

He looked at you, his expression full of love and awe. "We did it."

You nodded, feeling a surge of emotion. "Yeah, we did."

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Anesthesia Antics

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo feels loopy thanks to the anesthesia Masterlist Requests open!

"Y/N! I can see my hands!" Gojo's muffled voice, thick with gauze and anesthesia, echoed through the car as you helped him into the passenger seat. His normally sparkling blue eyes were half-lidded and glazed over, giving him a dazed and childlike appearance. He wiggled his fingers in front of his face as if they were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

"Yes, babe, you do have hands," you replied, trying not to laugh as you secured his seatbelt. You glanced at the nurse who had accompanied you both to the car, and she gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Just make sure he rests and doesn't do anything too strenuous," she advised. You nodded, thanking her, and shut the car door.

As you started the car, Gojo's head lolled to the side, and he stared at you with wide, wonder-filled eyes. "Y/N, you’re so pretty," he slurred, reaching out to touch your face. His hand fell short and landed on your shoulder instead, patting it clumsily.

"Thanks, Satoru. Just sit back and relax, okay?" You turned onto the road, keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror. He kept gazing at you, a dreamy smile plastered on his face.

"Y/N, do you love me?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if it were a secret only the two of you could share.

"Yes, I love you," you replied, amused by his sudden need for affirmation.

"I love you too," he mumbled, his head nodding forward. Just when you thought he might fall asleep, he jerked up again. "Wait, are we going to fight curses? I'm ready! I can take them on!" He raised his fists, albeit weakly, and you had to stifle a laugh.

"No, no curses today. Just rest," you reassured him.

Gojo seemed to accept this, settling back into his seat. He stared out the window, and you could see the wheels turning in his foggy brain. "Y/N, the sky is purple," he announced solemnly.

"It's blue, sweetheart," you corrected gently.

He looked genuinely perplexed. "Are you sure? 'Cause it looks purple to me. Maybe... maybe it’s a special sky, just for us."

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. "Sure, Satoru, it's a special sky."

The rest of the drive was filled with similar proclamations. He told you how he could control the weather, that he was a superhero in disguise, and at one point, he even claimed he could talk to animals. "That bird just told me a secret," he whispered conspiratorially, pointing at an ordinary pigeon.

"What did it say?" you humored him, pulling into the driveway.

"It said I'm the best sorcerer ever," he said, his eyes twinkling with pride. "But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret."

"Your secret is safe with me," you promised, helping him out of the car.

Once inside, you guided him to the couch and helped him lie down. He squinted up at you. "Y/N, I think I’m flying," he declared, his voice thick with drowsiness.

"That’s just the anesthesia talking. You're on the couch," you explained, brushing a stray hair from his forehead.

"Oh." He blinked a few times, then smiled lazily. "You’re really pretty, Y/N. Did I tell you that already?"

"Yes, several times," you replied, laughing softly.

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "Stay with me? I don't wanna be alone."

"I’m not going anywhere," you assured him, sitting beside him and gently rubbing his hand. His eyes fluttered closed, but he fought to keep them open.

"Y/N?" he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Satoru?"

"Will you marry me?"

You felt your heart skip a beat. Even in his medicated state, he managed to surprise you. "Ask me again when you're not high on anesthesia," you said, chuckling softly.

He pouted, looking as serious as he could in his condition. "I’m serious. I love you. And I want you to be my forever."

"I love you too, Satoru," you said, kissing his forehead. "Now get some rest."

Finally, his eyelids grew too heavy, and he drifted off to sleep, a content smile on his face. You watched him for a moment, feeling a surge of affection. With a final, gentle squeeze of his hand, you settled in beside him, snuggling close.

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Gummy Date

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo and an impromptu gummy date Masterlist Requests open!

"Hey, babe, come on!" Gojo's voice echoed down the street, filled with excitement.

You glanced up from your phone, eyebrows raised in surprise as he practically danced in front of you, his expression gleeful.

"What's got you so hyped up?" you asked, unable to suppress a grin at his infectious energy.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards a nearby convenience store.

"Gummies! We're going on a gummy adventure!" he declared, his loud voice echoing through the quiet evening air.

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm as he practically dragged you through the store's sliding doors. Once inside, Gojo beelined for the candy aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves with the focus of a seasoned hunter.

"Alright, my darling, my love, it's time to choose the perfect gummies," he proclaimed, his voice filled with mock seriousness.

You giggled at his dramatic flair, joining him in examining the colorful array of candy packages.

"What kind do you want?" you asked, amused by his intensity.

Gojo pretended to ponder the question, tapping his chin theatrically. "Hmm, I'm feeling adventurous tonight. Surprise me!"

With a grin, you shook your head and grabbed a bag of gummy candies, filled with an assortment of flavors and shapes. Gojo nodded in approval, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Excellent choice, my dear cupcake!" he exclaimed, clutching the bag to his chest as if it were a priceless treasure.

As you made your way to the checkout counter, Gojo couldn't resist striking up a conversation with the cashier, his charm in full force.

"You know, these gummies are going to make our night extra sweet," he said with a wink, causing the poor cashier to blush furiously.

You couldn't help but laugh at Gojo's antics as you paid for your purchase, feeling grateful for the of joy he brought into your life.

As you exited the store, Gojo looped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as you walked together through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the bag of gummies swinging from his hand.

"Thanks for indulging my gummy obsession, (Y/N)," he said, his voice soft with affection.

You leaned into him, smiling up at his handsome face. "Anytime, baby. Anytime."

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One Piece

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff, one piece. Synopsis: Gojo is jealous of your favourite fictional characters. Masterlist Requests open!

One afternoon, you were curled up on the couch, surrounded by volumes of One Piece manga and some merchandise. Your eyes were glued to the pages as you passionately followed the adventures of your the straw hat pirates. A happy expression was evident on your face when your favourite characters made an appearance – Shanks, Law, and Rob Lucci. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, watched from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and slight irritation.

Gojo sighed, leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. "Really, (Y/N)? One Piece again? Don't you think you've read those chapters enough times?"

You looked up from the manga, a glint of excitement in your eyes. "But babe, you don't understand! Shanks is just so cool, Law is mysterious, and Rob Lucci's strength is just.. wow. I can't get enough of them!"

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his annoyance becoming more apparent. "You talk about them as if they're real people. Shanks, Law, Lucci – they're just drawings, you know."

You pouted, unfazed by Gojo's lack of enthusiasm. "Well, they're amazing drawings! I wish they were real, though."

Gojo rolled his eyes, walking over to sit beside you on the couch. "I just don't get why you're so obsessed with those characters. I mean, I'm right here, and I can confirm that I'm way more interesting than your fictional crushes."

You chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on Gojo's cheek. "Come on, Gojo, you're the love of my life, but Shanks, Law, and Lucci are just… different. Besides, it's not like I don't appreciate your looks too."

Gojo smirked, teasingly running a hand through his silver hair. "Oh, really? You prefer that one-armed pirate over this beautiful face?"

You giggled, ruffling Gojo's hair. "Well, Shanks has a certain charm, you know? But you're still my number one."

As you continued reading and fangirling over your favorite characters, Gojo couldn't help but make snarky remarks about their appearances. "Shanks is just a guy with a missing arm and a straw hat. Lucci looks like he needs a haircut. And Law, well, he's just too serious. You have all this right here," Gojo gestured to himself, "and you're busy with those guys."

You laughed, playfully poking Gojo's cheek. "Don't be jealous, babe. You're unique in your own way, and I love you for it."

Gojo sighed, resigning himself to your One Piece obsession. "Fine, fine. Just don't forget about the real-life handsome devil sitting next to you."

You grinned, leaning in for a sweet kiss. "I could never forget about you, babe. But a little One Piece every now and then won't hurt, right?"

And so, Gojo figured he'd have to compete with Shanks, Law, and Lucci – both in your manga collection and in your heart.