#gojo one shot

[rissouu]

I KNOW IM YOUR FAVORITE, gojo satoru ཐི♡ཋྀ

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ in which: he may be your ex, but that doesn’t mean you can just move on.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ wc: 2.9k words.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: lots of angst, dark content (not really), sexual content, pussy!drunk gojo, stalker!gojo, heavy possessiveness, mentions of violence, pet names, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, baby trapping (but y/n wants it), gojo sucks ur feet for literally 1 second, yandere gojo (ehh), cunnilingus, overstimulation, toxic!gojo (barely), ex!gojo, and etc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ notes: okay look this shit is very freaky, and it’s loosely based on the song hold me down by daniel caesar! and gojo is a stalker y’all, this is your only warning babes.. please leave now if you’re uncomfy! he is kinda crazy in this but in a lovingly way.. y’know? not proofread either so not too much on me!

when you walked into your apartment you couldn’t help the exaggerated giggles you let out. it was embarrassing actually, acting like a school girl in junior high all over again. the reason for your happiness was pretty simple— you just had your first date.

your first date since you broke up with your ex, gojo.

that was about a year ago now.. a year since you and the love of your life parted ways. up until recently you’ve never had the guts to put yourself out there again, always scared that one day you’ll just end up hurt again.

but your whole view on dating changed when you met this guy at a grocery store. he offered to pay for your entire cart, and it was well over $300 worth. you found the gesture sweet, and from there you two exchanged numbers.

he was no gojo of course, but you had to move on at some point. it’s already been a year, if gojo didn’t reach out yet, then maybe that meant he’d moved on too.

well.. so you thought.

you were so caught up in the excitement from how well your date went, you barely even realized you were still in pitch black.

“fuck i got so distracted i forgot to turn the lights on.” you chuckled to yourself, flipping the light switch on and hanging your purse on the door.

you didn’t know why but you had a feeling you weren’t alone, like someone was watching you— or better yet breathing right down your neck.

the house was eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear the drop of a pen. but something felt off about your apartment, and you were never one to ignore your instincts.

just as you were about to retreat and run out the door, a familiar voice had you stopping in your tracks.

no. fucking. way.

“where were you?” the achingly familiar man smiled, trying his best to hide the dangerous aura oozing from his body. he knew exactly where you were, and always have. you didn’t know it yet— but he’d been watching you for a while now. ever since you dumped him which was more than a year ago now.

technically it was stalking.. but he didn’t like to call it that. in his mind, he was more of a guardian angel— just making sure you’re okay and still breathing.

how else would he check on you since you blocked him on everything else?

the white haired man was sitting on your couch with his head tilted— clearly waiting for an answer although he already knew where you were to begin with. it was pretty easy to keep tabs on you.

you stared at him, a small frown forming across your face. you were feeling weak in the knees. the first thing you wanted to do was jump on him and tell him how much you missed him.

but you knew you couldn’t do that, not anymore. the two of you just didn’t go together, or at least that’s how you felt a year ago. you couldn’t get back with him, you wouldn’t. no matter how much it hurt.. it was better than dealing with his unstability.

“what are you doing in my house, gojo?” you folded your arms— staring back at him with the same expression he was giving you. that’s what he loved about you, you weren’t easy.

with the blink of an eye, he was up from the couch and coming closer towards you. the man easily towered over you so to say he was intimidating was an understatement.

instead of answering your question he just stared at you with a blank expression— and you did the same exact thing. this was common with you two, just staring at each other in silence until one of you dared to speak up.

about five minutes later, gojo finally cracked. you silently praised yourself for being able to last longer than him.

with a low chuckle, he shook his head— slightly licking over his lips. “i think im the one asking the questions here, hm? so answer me.”

you scoffed at his arrogance, seems like some things just never change. “i was on a date if you must know, now get the hell out of my house.”

as soon as you got your words out he couldn’t help but to laugh. honestly, gojo didn’t even know what was so funny, maybe it was the way you said it.. you really thought you held some type of authority?

“and now you’re laughing at me? what’s so funny?”

that only made him laugh more, truth be told gojo wasn’t even trying to laugh, but you trying to be somewhat “mean” was taking him out because you were nothing like that.

you were one of the kindest people he’d ever met, so this little act you had on was amusing to him.

“shit, im sorry!” he clutched his stomach, letting one last chuckle out before continuing. “it’s just.. you really think im falling for this little act of yours?”

your face was quick to scrunch up— finding every bit of his words disrespectful. but it was gojo, so what could you really expect? his bluntness would probably be the death of him.

“excuse me? need i remind you, we are not together anymore gojo!” your voice came out a lot shakier than you’d hoped for it to. what the hell was going on with you?

“well clearly i know that, or else i’d go and kill that fucker you were out with tonight.”

throwing your hands in the air you muttered a strand of curse words, it’s impossible to get through to someone as hard-headed as him. “please just see yourself out.”

before he could respond, you walked off toward your room. you didn’t have the energy to deal with him or his childish antics, he’d already managed to ruin your entire mood. all this did was remind you why you keep your heart locked away— because of arrogant assholes like him.

“there’s no need to be rude, y’know? i just wanna talk to my favorite girl.” gojo followed you to your room— just like you knew he would. god, he’s so annoying.

it looked the exact same as the last time he was here except for the empty wall where the pictures of him used to hang. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his chest heavy, and heart pang in sorrow. could you really have been done with him for good this time?

“whatever, just don’t get on my bed.. i don’t know where you’ve been.”

‘stalking you’ he chuckled to himself before completely disregarding your request, and plopping down on your bed anyways.

you decided not to scold him for doing exactly what you said not to do. that’s just who gojo was, no one could boss a man like him around.

you weren’t even being serious either. in hindsight, you really did enjoy having him around. as much as you hated to admit it.. it reminded you of the old times, when it was just you and him against the whole world.

“i missed you, y’know? you just up and left without a word.. and next thing i know im blocked.” even though he tried to hide it you could hear the pain in his voice. losing you was like losing a piece of him too, he couldn’t stand it. he couldn’t stand the way you made him feel.

the only reason the man was able to keep it together was because he was watching you, ensuring you weren’t completely out of his life.

it sounded crazy. hell— it was crazy, but when it came to you he’d do anything.

“i know.. & im sorry for the way i handled that. i just felt like we needed to move on, try new things…”

“i don’t want to try new things!” he scowled, quickly sitting up from the bed to face you. “i want you.. just you. that’s all i’ve ever wanted.”

the air was thick, and the room felt like it was caving in. your body was practically on fire listening to him say the words you’d been craving to hear.

“and about that date of yours..” he cooed, running his hands up your thighs and slowly spreading them. “we won’t be worrying about him anymore, will we?”

that little date was never a threat to gojo to begin with. both you and him knew that, but he took manners into his own hands just to mark his territory.

gojo made sure to corner the poor guy as soon as your date was over, and needless to say.. a few threats were all it took. you should be happy he didn’t do worse, it ran across his mind to kill the poor guy at first.

“i..if we do this then no more bullshit okay?” your soft hands gripped his chin as you forced his beautiful blue eyes to meet yours. “none of that childish stuff this time. we’re both grown so we need to act like it, we’ve had a whole year to fix ourselves.”

every time the two of you got back together it turned into complete chaos. gojo wasn’t the best man out there, and you weren’t the best woman. both of you had your own flaws regardless, but you two needed each other.

that was well established the first 10 times you guys broke up, and unsurprisingly you always ended up back in each other’s skin.

gojo’s gaze on you was heavy, almost as if he was trying to study your every breath and blink. all of the dumb, childish expressions on his face from before were far gone.

“yes princess, whatever you want.” he softly spoke as he sunk his head into the skin of your stomach, littering you with soft kisses. “i’ll do whatever you want..”

gojo spoke so gently— his voice softer than ever as he pushed you on your back, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

you stared at him intently, waiting to see what he would do next. one thing about gojo was he always had something up his sleeve, and part of you knew where this was headed.

when his rough hands gripped the waistband of your flimsy skirt, you didn’t complain. actually you found yourself wanting more, longing for more.

“y’gonna let me get a taste baby? missed her s’much,” soft lips trailed up your thigh— leaving small bite imprints on the flesh. this was his way of staking his claim on you, marking you as his and only his.

you couldn’t stop the shaky sigh that fell from your lips, or the silent nod you gave to your ex-boyfriend for him to continue.

the grin that spread across his face was taunting almost, and intimidating. when that skirt of yours was out of the way, gojo moved on to the black-lace panties. his personal favorite.

“so what, you wearin’ these for other people now?” the fucking nerve of you, he couldn’t believe this. to stoop that low.. well that just won’t do. it seems like he had a few things to correct now that he was back. “fuckin’ answer me. be a good girl for me, yeah?”

your eyes locked with his and all you saw was silent fury, you could tell he was pissed. “not wearing them for anybody toru. just didn’t have any clean ones,”

a lazy grin covered his face at the remembrance of his old nickname, the way it fell from your lips so softly always managed to send heat straight to his dick.

he finally got his girl back.

faint kisses to your cunt had your legs shaking in anticipation— and the soft gasp that left your lips did nothing but egg gojo on as his tongue met your aching clit.

“pussy’s still fuckin’ pretty as ever,” with a low voice his eyes were closed shut, in hopes to savor every last bit of you. when his hands came up to your thighs he couldn’t resist the urge to spread them even further.

the man wanted to explore every inch of you since it’s been so long. so so long since he’s spent some personal time with that pretty pussy of yours.

“w..wait- fuck toru!” you whined when his lips found their way to your pulsing clit, folding his tongue up and down the gooey slit.

his assault to your pussy didn’t stop there. next his thumb was sliding down your sticky folds, not stopping until it was past your tight walls.

your mouth fell open at the intrusion. his thumb wasn’t long but it was thick, causing a bigger stretch than you’d expected.

“so good. taste’s s’good princess,” gojo mindlessly babbled, every word sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

gojo felt like he was out of his body. out of his mind, and he hadn’t even been inside you yet. just what the fuck were you doing to him?

finally fed up with the throbbing ache in his pants he latched onto your clit for a third time, giving it one last kiss before pulling away.

the man couldn’t wait any longer— he needed to be inside you, and he needed it now. before you knew it he was sliding off his sweats and everything underneath it, leaving him completely exposed.

your pussy throbbed just from the sight of him.. you didn’t know how much longer you could wait either.

“don’t worry mama, im ready for ya’.” a low chuckle left his throat when he saw you were just as desperate as him. “you ready for me?”

his blue eyes met your low ones when he slapped his tip against your folds. next he was sliding inside of your pulsing hole with ease, forcing your mouth open.

“o..oh my gosh!“ you winced at the familiar stretch, your walls involuntarily clenched around his dick— trying to push him out.

“n..no- fuck. none of that, y’hear me?” gojo whimpered at the feel of being squeezed, he couldn’t even move you were squeezing him so tight.

the man hovered over you, lips grazing your ear as he coaxed you. “let me in baby, you can do it. i know you can,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around your neck and resting it there.

his words of encouragement had you opening up quicker than he expected, and with every second he was inching deeper into your pussy. gojo felt like he was in a dream— or better yet, on cloud 9. after all that time you still feel the exact same, heavenly.

his strokes were gentle at first, but they sped up when he realized how long he was away from you. a whole year.. never again.

“n..never ever gonna let you keep this shit from me again.” gojo groaned with an edge in his voice that you couldn’t recognize.

your shaky hands wasted no time sliding under his shirt, feeling on the happy trail that covered his v-line. “not gonna take it away toru, ‘s all yours!”

gojo grinned at your words as he pressed onto your lower stomach. with his free hand he gripped onto the back of your thighs and brung your freshly done feet up to his mouth.

his lips wrapped around your toe— eyes locking with yours as he sucked on it. his strokes only got deeper, and you whimpered at all the different sensations at once.

“‘m not gonna pull out,” he admitted as he switched from sucking to leaving small kisses on your foot. “gonna cum so deep in this pretty pussy. never gonna leave me again.”

you were so out of it. drool everywhere, hair messy, tear stained cheeks.. anything gojo said went in one ear and out the other. the man could do whatever, you didn’t care.

“mm yes, don’t pull out. want it s’bad, fill me up please!” small whines filled your throat when you felt a familiar pressure in your abdomen, your pussy wrapping around him even tighter than before. how was this even possible?

gojo’s pace got faster, strokes sloppier.. he was slowly but surely losing all the sense of control he once had before. “f..fuckk ‘m gonna cum toru, so close!”

you gasped when his thumb flicked your clit, looking up at the blue eyes that never left your frame. your legs shook in overstimulation and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold it in.

“let it out mama, you’re okay. gimme all of it- shit.” he hissed as his dick twitched at how tight you were squeezing. “fuck fuck fuck, you’re gonna be such a pretty mama. s..such a pretty wifey, all f’me.”

you threw your head back as chills covered your entire body. the both of you were completely out of touch with reality, not caring about anything but the feeling of one another.

“‘m cumming toru! mhmm ‘m cumming,” you exclaimed, bringing your hand to his stomach. it wasn’t long before the built-up pit in your stomach finally snapped, coating his dick in a ring of your juices.

gojo was close behind you, a whimpering mess as his stomach tightened. before he knew it he was filling you up— spilling his load inside of you, not a drop to be wasted.

“f..fuck yeah. take it mama, it’s all yours. all for you.. gotta give you everything.” he chanted praises as he gave you one last stroke, pushing his cum even deeper into you where it belonged.

your voice was shaky when he called you, so shaky that at first you thought you wouldn’t be able to respond. but even so, you did.

“you’re never leaving me again, understand?” the edge in his voice was back, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach do flips.

“yes toru, i understand.”

if there’s anything you learned from this at all.. it’s that you could never leave a man like gojo satoru.

©rissouu 2025 (this one’s for dulce y’all so thank her, it took me forever *sigh*)

[pupkashi]

a/n: i read a tiktok comment and was inspired ,, no further questions ; gojo fluff as usual & two mentions of alcohol consumption

“who would you look for in a room full of everyone you’ve known?” you ask, your face is a bit hot, either from the alcohol or the heat you aren’t sure, but you’re grateful to the cool summer breeze that blows over the two of you.

the grass feels cool to the touch, running your fingers over it, petting it softly as it tickles your thighs. satoru sitting close to you, close enough for you to feel his body heat radiating onto you, his hands still oddly cold as they brush against yours on the grass.

he hums softly, plucking a wildflower from its place and inspecting it. satoru hesitates, glancing over at you before deciding to speak up.

you look gorgeous in this lighting, he thinks, relaxed and without a care in the world for once. you’re staring up at the stars, surely trying to find any constellations you can to try and point them out to him.

“I’d look for you” he replied finally, handing the flower to you, smiling softly when you turn to face him. “why do you look so shocked?”

“why me?” you ask, laughing softly, thinking surely he was joking and would retract his statement and say someone more meaningful to him. someone important.

“who else if not you?” satoru replies without missing a beat, no silly lilt to his voice or underlying teasing tone. his blue eyes stare into yours, breath caught in your throat as you keep his gaze for a second before faltering and focusing on the flower in your hand.

“i- maybe someone important” you chuckle nervously, “i don’t know” satoru furrows his brows at your words.

“you are someone important, though” he breathes out, “you’re important to me” his tone is a bit more stern, frustrated almost. “can’t you see? you’re everything i want- you’re the only thing i want.”

the confession is enough to tear your eyes from the flower in your hands back to his eyes. you don’t know what you’re looking for on his face, a hint of a joke? maybe the realization that this was a silly fantasy you’d soon be awoken from.

it’s real. everything is real.

you’re here sitting in the middle of a park in the dead of night with the one man you’ve had a crush on since you laid eyes on him. and he wants you too.

you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no matter how many times you’d imagined this happening you never really thought it would.

“of all the times I’d told you to stop talking and now when i want you to say something you have nothing?” satoru smiles, leaning in a bit closer to you.

you don’t say anything witty, crashing your lips onto his and screwing your eyes shut. his lips are soft, he tastes like peppermint and your lip balm he stole from you.

you drop the flower, one hand holding you up, the grass tickling the palm of your hand while the other found its way to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in the white hair over grown hair. you’re grateful he missed his haircut appointment, especially as your played with the soft hair between your fingers.

satoru grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. he seems to forget his own strength in the moment, causing you to lose your balance and topple onto him, laughing against his chest.

“that’s one way to end a kiss” you giggle, moving to get off of him, his arms wrap around you, holding you firmly in place atop him.

“you started it” he teases, making you roll your eyes and slap his chest softly.

“we should probably get back soon,” you whisper, eyes lingering on his lips for a second before looking back at his eyes, “I’m sure suguru already realized his bottle of tequila is filled with water.” you push yourself off him, sitting back on the ground with your legs crossed.

“I’ll get ‘em a better brand anyway” satoru scoffs, standing up and extending a hand towards you, “that one tasted like shit,” he laughs.

“i thought it was good!” you gasp, taking his hand and practically standing chest to chest with him, you take a step back and satoru is quick to snake his arm around your waist, keeping you close.

“that’s cause you’ve never had good tequila, sweetheart” he chuckles, letting a comfortable silence wash over the two of you.

“it’ll always be you, by the way” you speak up, breaking the silence, “in any crowded room- I’ll always look for you.”

satoru doesn’t stop the giggle that slips past his lips, pulling you closer into him and bumping your hips together making the two of you stumble a bit.

“glad we’re on the same page then” he hums, removing his arm from your waist and i stead grabbing your hand with his, swinging your arm with his as the two of you walked hand in hand.

(suguru was less than pleased when he found the water filled bottle sitting on the opposite side of the room it usually was on, but was more than willing to let bygones be bygone when he realized satoru had finally confessed to you.)

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[niki-phoria]

YOU GOT ME FALLIN' IN LOVE, I'M IN LOVE

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591

notes: teen gojo, based off of that one scene in the credits, title from wayv - let me love you, i started watching jjk s2 PREPRARE TO BE SICK OF ME

“y/n!” gojo smiles brightly, peering at you over the rim of his black sunglasses. a clear umbrella is perched against his shoulder, protecting him from the downpour. he splashes through little puddles lining the streets, kicking up water in his path until he reaches your side. 

his umbrella is only meant for one, as evidenced by how close he has to lean in to cover the both of you. his side brushes against your own with each step you take. if gojo notices your embarrassment, he’s courteous enough not to make a comment about it. 

“fancy seeing you here,” he teases, leaning in towards you. deep cerulean eyes meet your own; gojo’s lips curl upwards into a soft smirk. 

you roll your eyes, chuckling beneath your breath. “we’re both headed back to jujutsu high. we were bound to run into each other.”

“always so cynical,” gojo whines. 

his complaints are cut off when you perk up, glancing at something in the distance. “hey, look!” heat spreads across gojo’s cheeks when you grab onto his wrist, tugging him along with you as you rush off towards a nearby alley. 

you stop near the edge of a building, only a few meters away from a nearby plant pot. hidden among the terracotta ceramic and the overflowing greenery is a small, unmoving, white form. gojo squints. “what is it?” 

instead of answering, you carefully step forwards. water soaks your hair and drenches your uniform as you kneel down, hesitantly reaching your hand out. 

gojo’s eyes widen slightly when a small kitten emerges from behind the vines, rubbing its face against your hand. you turn to look back at him with a bright smile, coaxing him over with a soft. “‘toru, come here.”

you take the kitten into your arms, cradling it against your chest. gojo smiles when it purrs as it nuzzles itself against you, leaving stray, white hairs against your uniform in its wake. you miss the way he tilts the umbrella forwards to protect you from the rain. “look how cute she is.”

gojo smiles, kneeling down beside you. the kitten shifts slightly in your arms, blinking up at him with beautiful, golden eyes. her ears flick when stray droplets of rain land on the top of her head. her fur is damp to the touch when he tentatively extends his hand out to pet her back. “she is pretty,” he murmurs.

“can we keep her?”

gojo bites his tongue, swallowing the “yes” that wants to crawl out of his throat. taking in a stray cat isn’t exactly the most responsible decision, but then again, saying no to you has never been one of satoru gojo’s many talents.

what’s left of gojo’s resolve crumbles when you hug the kitten a little tighter. she responds by stretching out in your arms before blinking at him as if expecting an answer. “please?” 

maybe you should leave the kitten behind. set her back down on the ground and hope that she’ll be able to comfortably fend for herself. or perhaps you should take her to a shelter; you could drop her off into the capable hands of a vet and wash yourselves clean of the responsibility.

but maybe you should take her home. maybe having a friendly face greeting you at the end of a hard day wouldn’t be so bad. maybe - if gojo gets to see you smile like this - the risks are worth it. 

“fine,” gojo smiles softly, welcoming you - and your new kitten - back underneath the umbrella. “we can keep her.”

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[moonsatosugu]

random texts with gojo!

warnings: suggestive , death joke , umm that’s it i think..

genre: fluff, comedy, bf!gojo (imisshimsobadimgoinginsane)

side note: i’m taking requests :D

a/n: this is WEIRD FOR ME OMG .. i’ve never done like socmed texts for anime characters b4 since i actually have another account for kpop (;﹏;) and like gojo, i’m sorry if i didn’t do him justice LOL , i have to get used to putting myself in his shoes. i’ve been into jjk since 2020 but it took for him to get slashed in half for me to open an acc 🏃‍♀️ he’s alive, ik my husband is alive ! this is how i’m coping though so … thank you for reading :D

p.s. DO NOT MIND THE SONGS that will show up when i’m doing texts 😭 i like to listen to music 24/7 i’m not even kidding

[notsunnyowo]

Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

ᑭᗩᖇT 2

Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

[anaiahd-only-1]

FRAGMENTS OF TOMORROW

[GOJO X SHOKO ONE SHOT. ANGST. SMUT? MY FIRST EXPERIMENTAL ONE SHOT]

The room was reeked of cigarette smoke and antiseptic. It was already late, and the med bay was dead quiet — no distant voices, no rustling papers, nothing but silence.

Shoko sat on the exam table, one leg crossed over the other. In her hand, a cigarette dangled between her fingers — her solace now that tonight's duties were finally over.

Gojo, the only other presence in the room, leaned against the wall just across from her. His white hair was a disheveled mess, his blindfold hung loosely around his neck, revealing his tired, lifeless eyes.

"You shouldn't smoke in here," he muttered.

It wasn’t a warning, just something to say. A reminder of old habits neither of them cared to break.

Shoko exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling.

"You always say that."

"And you never listen."

She huffed a quiet laugh. "You don’t actually want me to stop."

Gojo let out a soft huff. "Guess I like the smell."

The air between them was thick— not just with smoke, but with the kind of grief that never faded. It wasn’t the kind that time could soften, nor a weight it could lift.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t just grief at all. But rather someone — someone neither of them dared to name.

There was no point in saying his name, though. No need to bring up what still hung between them like a phantom— too fresh to be forgotten and too painful to be spoken.

For they both knew.

Geto wasn’t here.

He never would be again.

But why it still felt surreal?

It was a cruel truth, merciless in its finality. Yet, somehow, it felt like a loop. And it always came back to this.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how many cigarettes Shoko burned through or how many times Gojo pretended he was fine, Geto’s absence remained — an open wound that festered beneath forced smiles and half-hearted jokes.

Shoko didn’t have to ask how Gojo was holding up.

She didn’t need to.

For she already knew.

"Does it ever stop?" Gojo suddenly asked.

Shoko glanced at him. He looked… worn down. Not in a way he usually did, with exaggerated complaints about paperwork or grumbles how "kids these days" didn’t appreciate his genius.

No, this was different.

This was exhaustion that ran deeper than muscle or bone. It was something hollow, something no amount of confidence could mask.

For a moment, his usual effortless charm was gone, stripped away, leaving only the raw edges of a man worn thin by loss and time.

"No," she said. There was no point in lying. "But you get used to it."

Gojo scoffed. "That’s a shitty answer."

"Yeah, well, welcome to life."

His gaze lingered on the smoke before drifting up to her face. No teasing glint in his eye. No playfulness. Just exhaustion. Just a quiet, desperate plea for something, anything, to dull the ache in his chest.

He stepped closer, standing between her knees. She didn’t move away, didn’t push him back. His hands hovered at her waist, hesitant in a way they never were. For once, he wasn’t careless with his strength.

Shoko put out her cigarette, then reached up to him, her fingers threading into his hair — grounding him in the only way she knew how.

The space between them felt fragile, stretched thin by things left unsaid. Yet, as their eyes met, silence conveyed more than words ever could.

"Are we making a mistake?" she murmured, though her hands stayed where they were.

"Probably," he admitted. "But I don’t care."

Neither of them did, not tonight.

Not when the weight of their grief was so much heavier than their judgment.

When Gojo kissed her, it wasn’t desperate or passionate. It was silent, searching, a question neither of them could answer. His lips were warm but cautious, testing the feel of her for the first time, the faint taste of cigarette smoke still lingering between them.

Shoko responded just as softly, her fingers tightening in his hair, as if holding him in place, keeping him from slipping away like everything else in their lives had.

His hands trailed down her back, memorizing the warmth of her skin. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together until the heat between them became undeniable — something real, something they never thought would exist.

There was no urgency between them, no need to fill the silence with words. Only the slow exploration of skin against skin — the way his lips brushed over hers before trailing down to the crook of her neck, tasting… and learning.

The way his long fingers mapped out unfamiliar territory, tracing the rise and fall of her breaths, listening to the quiet shivers beneath his gentle touch.

Clothes slipped from their shoulders and pooled onto the cold floor, forgotten in the haze of grief and comfort they sought in one another.

Gojo lifted her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips met in a heated kiss. He pressed her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers gripped firmly on her hips, grounding himself in her warmth. The coolness of the tiles against her back contrasted with the heat building between them.

His lips then trailed from her jaw down to her collarbone, reverent yet unsteady, as though afraid she might disappear. In return, Shoko arched into him, her nails grazing over his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him on.

Heat consumed them, as if the world had vanished, leaving behind every worry, every thought, every remnant of grief and loss.

Gojo entered her slowly, carefully, as though she might break beneath him. But any hesitation had long since faded, leaving only a quiet need — unspoken yet deeply felt.

His forehead rested against hers, their breaths heavy, bodies fitting together like a forgotten memory. Meanwhile, Shoko’s hands roamed over his back, fingers pressing into his skin as if grounding herself in him, in this moment, in the fleeting warmth they shared.

They moved together in a slow, aching rhythm, neither rushing nor hesitating, just lost in the depth of sensation.

Skin against skin, breath against breath.

The weight of grief and longing tangled in every touch, every whispered sigh, until all that existed was nothing but them. No past, no future—only the present, where their connection exists, fleeting yet undeniable, raw and unguarded.

They didn’t rush. They didn’t have to. Each touch, each shared breath, was a silent plea for something neither of them could put into words. They held onto each other, onto this moment, because tomorrow, reality would set back in. But for now, they could pretend.

Just for tonight.

In the end, they found themselves in Gojo’s bedroom. There was no way they would let the act remain confined within the four boring corners of the med bay.

The sheets were warm against their skin, tangled between them in the dim light of the room. Shoko lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, a cigarette resting loosely between her fingers — her second one of the day. Beside her, Gojo lay with one arm draped over his forehead, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.

"You’re gonna stink up the sheets," he muttered.

Shoko snorted. "Like that’s the worst thing we did tonight."

Gojo let out a quiet chuckle, turning his head to look at her. "Fair point."

Silence stretched between them, more comfortable this time. The weight of what they’d done, what it meant — or didn’t mean — hung somewhere between their breaths.

Shoko took a slow drag, the glow of the cigarette casting faint shadows over her face. "Are you gonna pretend this never happened?" she asked, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling.

Gojo sighed, rubbing his face. "I don’t know. Do you want me to?"

She thought about it, about the grief still lodged deep in their bones, about the way his touch had felt more like seeking refuge than passion.

"No," she admitted. "But I don’t expect it to change anything."

"It won’t," Gojo rolled onto his side to face her. "But it was nice, wasn’t it? Just for a little while."

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah. Just for a little while."

Gojo reached over, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a slow drag. She let him, watching as the ember flared between his lips.

Tomorrow, everything would go back to normal, back to the way it had always been.

But for now, they could pretend.

Just for tonight.

. . .

Or so they thought.

As it happened again.

This time, on the eve before his greatest battle — one that would pit him against the strongest sorcerer in history.

A battle where he would lay down his life until the very end.

A fight where he would not just wield his strength, but offer up his very existence — where even his body would be more than a mere vessel of power, but a tool, a sacrifice, a means to an end.

In death, as in life, he was a weapon wielded for a cause greater than himself.

Yet neither of them knew that Gojo would leave a legacy far beyond the weight of his name, the boundless strength he wielded, and the battles that etched his existence into history.

Unbeknownst to him, a part of him would live on — not in the whispered tales of his unmatched power, nor in the dreams he had entrusted to his students, but in the quiet existence of a child he would never meet.

A child carrying his blood, his untamed spirit, and perhaps even the same piercing eyes that saw the world in ways no one else could.

In the end, his greatest imprint on the world wasn’t in the destruction he prevented or the enemies he defeated — it was in the life he unknowingly left behind.

Shoko had done everything in her power to keep their son hidden, shielding him from the eyes of those who would see him as nothing more than a tool, a threat, or a prize to be claimed.

She was grateful that Gojo’s students—no, his family—stood by her, unwavering in their support. Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi… they had lost their teacher, their guiding light, but in his child, they saw a piece of him still burning, still alive.

And the child — he was just like Gojo.

A perfect replica, as if the universe had refused to let his existence fade so easily. The same striking features, the same untamed energy, and, most unsettling of all, the same bearer of Six Eyes, gleaming with unnatural brilliance.

Perhaps, even Limitless lay dormant within him, waiting to be awaken.

Shoko knew what that meant.

He would be a beacon. A force beyond comprehension. And just like his father, he would be seen as a threat.

To the elders.

To the higher-ups.

To the cursed spirits lurking in the shadows, watching, and waiting.

She would do anything to protect him. Because he was the only thing Gojo had left behind. The only piece of him that remained.

His memory in flesh.

.

.

.

But secrets never stayed hidden forever.

When the truth finally came to light, the reaction was immediate. The elders and higher-ups were outraged, their carefully maintained order shattered by the revelation of Gojo’s son.

The Gojo clan, on the other hand, was in chaos. Furious that their strongest heir had fathered a child outside their carefully dictated lineage — an act they deemed both reckless and unacceptable.

Yet, beneath their outrage simmered something else.

Greed.

The boy was a prodigy by birthright, a miracle of genetics and power. A bearer of the Six Eyes and a potential wielder of Limitless.

His very existence was an anomaly, something that defied their rigid control. They wanted to claim him, to mold him into their perfect successor, to ensure that his infinite potential remained under their command.

To them, he was NOT a child.

He was a weapon, an asset, a legacy they refused to let slip from their grasp.

Gojo Satoru. The one they could never truly control. The one who defied them at every turn, shattered their traditions and laughed in their faces.

And now, in his absence, they saw an opportunity — one last chance to seize what they had lost.

The remaining traditional members of the Zen’in clan were no different.

Ever opportunistic, they saw an opening — a chance to manipulate, to stake a claim in the future of sorcery. The elders whispered in hushed voices, calling it a disgrace, a mistake that should have never happened.

But it was too late.

Gojo’s legacy was already here. Already growing. And no amount of scheming or control could undo what had been set in motion.

Shoko stood firm, unyielding, shielding her child from their reach. She would NOT let them take him. Would not let them mold him into another tool for their ambitions.

Because they had made one crucial mistake.

They underestimated the people Gojo had left behind.

Gojo’s students stood by her without hesitation, along with the sorcerers of Jujutsu High in Kyoto. Others joined them—newly awakened sorcerers who had once fought against Sukuna. Even the faculty stood firm, their support unwavering, bound by a shared purpose that transcended bloodlines and tradition.

They became more than just allies. They became family. They made sure the child would never have to grow up alone, never have to bear the burdens his father did.

In the end, the clans could do nothing but seethe, their power meaningless against the will of those who truly carried Gojo’s legacy — not just in blood, but in spirit.

And for that, Shoko knew—Gojo would have been proud.

Yet it was only now, with him gone, that she truly understood what he had meant to her.

Too late to tell him, too late to hold on.

But in the son he left behind, he had given her the greatest gift of all — one final piece of him to love, even as she mourned the man she could never have back.

“Loss binds some together and drives others apart. We grieve in different ways, but in the end, love is what remains.”

[satorustyles]

you can't fall asleep (a gojo one shot)

a/n: hi! yay to my first post! i'm still exploring the jjk fandom and spoiling myself with fics and drabbles while waiting for the next episode, and this definitely won't be the last one i'm writing! i'll be making more parts of this with the other jjk men but for now, pls enjoy this gojo one shot! -bear

nanami kento version here!

sukuna version here!

warnings: none, just pure fluff and sleepy!reader <3

word count: 851

Whenever you felt restless and needed to get enough sleep for a mission the next day, Gojo was always one step ahead of making sure you slept early. He's the one who assigned you on that mission, anyway. So, of course, as your teacher (and lover), he always ensured that his student got enough rest, not knowing the outcome of every mission. It would range from a few hours to a few days. The longest one you've been on was three days, and Gojo felt terrible for keeping you up the evening prior.

You tossed and turned in your shared bed, crying that the chamomile tea your boyfriend prepared for you did not make you sleepy at all. You stared at the small digital clock on your bedside table, the green numbers glowing 11:21 PM. You were going to meet the rest of the team at five in the morning.

You wanted to cry.

Gojo was still outside in the living room, talking to Utahime on the phone, finalizing the plans for the mission the next day. From the open door of your bedroom, you could hear the seriousness in his tone and you didn't want to interrupt him. Knowing Gojo, he would just drop whatever he was doing and tend to you, whatever you needed. Not that you complained about that.

But you were just getting desperate. Every second you spent awake was a second wasted that was supposed to be for sleeping. You had no choice but to whine about it to your boyfriend.

With your blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you made your way to the dark living room. The only light visible was the one coming from the muted television, illuminating the small space and your boyfriend's lean and slender figure on the couch, phone propped up against his ear.

He immediately noticed your form standing by the doorway, his bright blue eyes staring down at you despite the darkness of the room. Utahime was still talking on the phone, but his attention was already on you, smiling as he gestured for you to come near him.

"Hi," He whispered once you were in front of him. "Sorry, did I make you wait long? C'mere." He held your wrist and gently tugged you down towards him, and you situated yourself on his lap and rested your head on the crook of his neck. His strong arm was quick to wrap you closer to him, keeping his hold on you tight while his other hand held onto his phone.

"Utahime, I gotta go. I'll call you back in the morning." Without waiting for the teacher's response, he hung up and dropped his phone next to him with a soft thud.

"Angel," He whispered, dipping his head and kissing your forehead softly. "I thought you were already asleep."

"I can't sleep, Gojo." You grumbled frustratedly. The white-haired man could only chuckle amusedly as he fixed your position on his lap, granting him access to your neck. He began trailing soft kisses down your jaw, trailing down to your neck and shoulders. His hands gripped the edges of your blanket and wrapped them tighter around your body, trapping your arms inside.

"My poor baby," He cooed softly, nuzzling his head against your neck. "Were you waiting for me to help you sleep?"

You could only muster a grumbled sound, enough to confirm Gojo's inkling. He smiled fondly at your grumpy attitude, keeping himself from laughing lest he wanted his baby to get even angrier. No, sir, he definitely knew better.

He then stood up, carrying you with him bridal style as he made his way to your bedroom. He then gently put you down and you watched as he positioned himself behind you, leaning his back against the headboard and pulling you towards him.

"Will this do?" He whispered to you, and you turned around to meet his face before plopping yourself on top of him, your stomach against his and your head resting on his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist as Gojo's hand reached up to push the strands of hair back from your forehead before he planted another soft kiss, the feel of his lips on your skin making you warm and fuzzy inside. It's like he has some kind of magic against you that always made you weak when he was this close to you.

Which was why you always needed him whenever you couldn't sleep.

"Sleep, doll." He whispered against your skin, rubbing slow circles on your back, eventually making you sleepy. Yes, finally. "I'll be right here with you."

“I love you,” You sighed contentedly, planting a soft kiss on his chest and you could feel the way his breath hitched at the action.

“I love you, sweet one.” He whispered back, his one arm pulling you closer to him whilst his other hand continued to rub your back soothingly, the feel of his long fingers tracing the curve of your back pulling you to sleep with every breath. “Tomorrow, I’ll be watching closely when you leave for your mission. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

[chosos-mascara]

when you're taking gojo to meet your parents, there's a thick tension in the air. but, you don't know that.

from the moment you'd requested his presence at your family home for dinner, gojo's heart was racing, nerves growing within the pit of his stomach. he'd thought that if you'd asked him while he'd been standing, he would've fainted.

but, with your back turned, a nonchalant invitation while at kitchen counter, you hadn't been able to see the expression gojo had pulled. he'd taken a few moments of panic when you'd brought it up, and when you'd repeated yourself while turning to look at him, he'd hidden his uneasiness and chirped back with his usual excitable tone.

"satoru..." there's worry in your voice as you take a step forward, this one a little slower than the last. "are you okay?" the stern ask was voiced while walking down the street, his palm oddly clammy in your own. he laughs, forcing the somewhat downturned posture upright, a joke on tongue. but, you stop in your tracks, a concern riddled face when you turn to him.

"are you nervous?" you understood his emotions even when he'd fought to hide them, even when gojo couldn't understand them. most people took his demeanour head on rather than as a cover up, yet from day one he'd sworn you'd always seen right through him.

"it's okay, it's normal to be worried about this stuff." your reassurance touched him, though there was still a tremble in his smile.

when turning the gate and stepping into the front garden, gojo's nerves were heightened. your hand reached up to knock over wood, waiting a few moments until there was the sound of footsteps growing closer, finally, the door opening to reveal one parent's smile.

they greet you as usual, happy to see you safe and sound, before turning to gojo. his heart beats from chest as they open their mouth, yet only speaking a warm welcome. they had looked so genuine, too.

he was brought into a hug, and offered a drink. gojo was invited in with excitement, and happiness, and when eating, was asked about his life. he was asked to attend subsequent meals, and told he'd always be welcome in their home.

after growing up for years in a hollow home, with nothing but thoughtless gifts to show 'love', gojo had resented those who'd had loved ones. though now, laughing with your family, a hand on your back, he'd realised he would no longer have to yearn for that sense of belonging.

[cuntphoric]

gojo's arm is around your throat, holding you in place as he plows into you hard, each thrust making your body jerk forward and back into him. you can barely breathe, the pressure of his grip on your neck only adds to the pleasure as he fucks into you, deep and rough. again and again. you're so cock drunk it's diabolical. the way his cock fills you, it's so fucking big that you can't think straight.

"biiiiigg stretch, yeah?" he murmurs in your ear, his voice dark and low, and it makes your spine shudder. he makes sure you feel every inch of him. you grip the bed sheets, your whole body shaking as he lets you take it all. the stars in your vision blur together as he pounds into you, hard and relentless, each thrust so, so deep it feels like it might split you in half. and at this rate he might.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Career Day

Tags: teeth rotting fluff, crack, jjk men as dads / fem!reader

An: Your child comes home and says tomorrow is career day at their school. They want to bring you and their daddy to school to show off how cool you two are, but.. their dad doesn’t exactly have the most conventional job.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA

SATORU

“My daddy is the strongest!” Your son explains to a room full of his peers. Satoru is proudly beaming next to him. You note how much they look alike. The white hair, the bright blue eyes. Your son looks like he came straight from Satoru and had nothing to do with you.

But your son, Aoi, definitely had your personality.

“Nuh uh. He can’t be the strongest. Superman’s the strongest!” Another kid protested with an unconvinced frown.

“Well, my daddy is like superman!” Aoi retorts, keeping his headstrong personality like his mama. “Actually, he’s even better than superman!”

“He’s not even wearing a suit!” A different child speaks up. You share a nervous glance with Satoru. He’s enjoying this all too much.

“He doesn’t need a suit to be the strongest, dumbass!” Your sweet boy yells, and you promptly cover his mouth. Satoru is laughing his ass off, making the entire situation worse.

Correction, Aoi trying out his dad’s signature hand signal and saying “domain expansion” made the entire situation so much worse.

“You’re grounded, Aoi. You can’t say those things to other people. It’s rude and hurtful.” You say as you and Satoru walk your young boy home. Aoi lets out a small frustrated groan.

“I’m still getting him ice cream.” Satoru interjects with a proud smile. “My boy tried to cast his first domain at just six-years-old. He deserves a sweet treat.” Two wide smiles look up at you, and you realize you’re outnumbered here. Rolling your eyes, you nudge Satoru.

“I want a girl next.”

SUGURU

Mimiko and Nanako begged Suguru to come to their school’s career day. He was of course hesitant to do so, given that Jujutsu sorcery was still a hidden art in Japan. He didn’t exactly know how to explain his career to a bunch of kids.

He had a plan though. He would just tell the children that he was a preacher at a church. It’s not… completely a lie. He was a leader for.. a type of church.

You and Geto walk into the cozy looking classroom and see a load of other parents there. Your husband grimaced at the thought of having to interact with all these… people.

You give Suguru a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “It’ll be okay. Anything for the girls, right?” You whisper into his ear, making him nod. Anything for the girls.

When it’s finally Mimiko and Nanako’s turn to explain what their daddy does for a living, your small family gathers at the front of the classroom. Plenty of small innocent faces and reassuring smiles fill the room.

“Okay girls, tell us what your parents do for a living.” Their teacher prompts with a warm smile.

“My daddy swallows balls for a living!” Nanako says proudly with a beaming smile.

The kids erupted into laughter while their parents gave you two disgusted looks.

To make matters worse, “He also hates filthy mo-“ Mimiko tries to add on, but Geto quickly covers her mouth with his hand.

After explaining what a vivid imagination your twins have, you go on to explain that Geto is a leader at a church, and well, that doesn’t go over too well either.

“Homeschool?” Geto suggests as the four of you walk home.

“Most definitely.” You agree. Mimiko and Nanako are now educated by you at the home, where they can’t out their dad for swallowing balls.

TOJI

“Mama, make papa come to career day.” Your young son, Megumi, demanded. He had a small little pout on his face, and his arms were firmly crossed over his chest. Behind him, Toji stood, shaking his head at his son’s determination.

He often did this: telling you to make Toji do something because you were the only person who could make Toji do anything. After all these years, mans was still wrapped around your finger.

“Baby, Papa’s job is kinda private.” You explain quietly as you pet Megumi’s soft hair.

The small boy’s look of determination shifted to a look of reserve. Even as a young child, he wasn’t great at showing when his feelings were hurt, but you could always tell.

“Gumi.” You say his name softly, bending over to look at the boy’s flat expression.

You were also the only one who could coax Megumi into showing his real emotions.

Tears welled in his eyes, and his bottom lip started quivering. “I don’t wanna be the only one whose parents didn’t come.”

“Oh baby.” You frown as you pull your son into a hug. You glare upwards at Toji, and his eyes widened slightly. He knew what that look meant. “You’re going to career day.” You say to him, leaving no room for argument.

The next day,

“Okay Mr. Fushiguro, what do you do for a living?” The teacher asks Toji as he’s sat next to Megumi. Your son is actually smiling, enjoying the fact that Toji actually came to career day.

“People pay me a large sum of money, and I take care of someone for them.” Toji explains vaguely.

“Oh! Like a doctor?” One of the kids asked with an impressed smile.

“Sure, like a doctor.” Your husband lies, knowing that he does quite the opposite of what a doctor does.

SUKUNA

The look on the kids faces as your tall, muscular, tatted husband walked into the classroom was hilarious. Most of them were completely mortified, giving Sukuna frightened stares.

Your husband was completely unfazed. If anything, he was soaking in the kids’ fear. He sat at the front of the room with a look of arrogance.

Your nephew, Yuji, sat between you two. No, he was technically not your kid, but he didn’t have anyone else to bring to career day. So, Unc Sukuna and Auntie Yn were to the rescue.

“And.. what do you do for work, sir?” The teacher asked in almost a judgmental tone as she eyed Sukuna. You couldn’t tell if she despised him or wanted to fuck him.

“I don’t work. I live off tithe.” Sukuna bluntly answered with a shrug. His lopsided smile never left his face.

“What’s a tithe?” A small child asked quietly.

“It means people pay me out of fear of that I’ll harm them if they don’t.” Your husband gives a child a sharp stare with a challenging smile. He wanted the kids to keep asking questions. The thought of scaring multiple children all at once fueled him.

“Like… beat them up?” Another child asked.

“Like eating their snot-nosed children.” Sukuna answered with a toothy grin. The children all shrieked and cried in terror. Hell, even their parents looked frightened.

“Ryomen.” You chide as you look over towards your husband. He was laughing maniacally, even slapping his knee like the old man he was.

Yuji never invited you two to another career day.

[frid4y]

your sweet boyfriend choso who dotes on you like you're the most precious thing in the world, giving you anything you ask for no matter how insane it is. he's nothing but loving, all day, every day. from the cute date nights to just sitting at home. he's everything you could've asked for in a boyfriend.

but your favorite thing about him is how sweetly he fucks you, even the dirtiest words coming out endearing. the nasty sounds of his cock stretching you out drowned out by the sweet nothings his voice whispers in your ear, the tip of his length hitting so deliriously deep in your weeping cunt.

his fingers gripping the soft skin of your hips to angle himself deeper in you, his thrusts matching with every moan his dick elicits out of you. he's so focused on your expression, every scrunch of your nose, the slightest bite of your lip, the way your eyes roll back as he hits somewhere you didn't even know existed.

that little sound you make when your about to cum, how he loves that sound. the way you gasp out his name in little breaths, the feeling of you grabbing any part of his body as he brings you to your peak. fuck... how badly he wishes this feeling would last forever, but after feeding your greedy pussy his cock for hours, he knows you need a break.

your sweet boyfriend choso, who gives you the best aftercare, attending to your every need. because that's what good boyfriends do after fucking the soul out of their pretty little girlfriends!

[gojos-version]

hii!! :D can you write nsfw oneshot about pervy + nerd!gojo x reader after they had a huge fight?? 😳 pls pls pls ☹☹

Nerdjo pt 2 <3

Pairings- Y/N x Nerd! Satoru Gojo

Word count- 1.7k <3

Proof read- ✅

Warnings- Mating press, Stupid argument, fluff if you squint, doggy style, riding.

A/n- hey guys!! I’ve had some writers block lately but this request helped me come out of it. So thank you so much for your request <3 I've had alot on my plate that delayed me posting this, im so sorry </3 but its been a bit difficult to do anything i want to do lately. Besides being very busy i finally had time to post this. Thank you so much and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 Nerdjo..save me..Nerdjo..

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“No Satoru, I’ve had enough.” You angrily spit out and walk to your bedroom and shutting the door, sitting behind it as a way to lock it. “W-wait- baby-!” He gasps out, “Please open the door, my love I’m so sorry please let’s talk about it more calmly!” He puts his head on the door trying to hold back his tears from forming.

Maybe you did have enough of your panties being stolen because now you have absolutely none! Anybody would be frustrated that they have no panties ! I mean would want to walk around panty- less???!! Sure, your boyfriend would enjoy it but what if you have to go in public! You sigh in frustration and grumble under your breath.

Satoru felt guilt wash over him, making his throat tighten up and shame for giving into his sexual desires. How could he be so selfish? You're going to leave him for sure. Thoughts were streaming into his head causing him to spiral, his glasses fogging up and his heart thumping against his chest in panic.

He didn’t even realize tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them sitting in front of the door hearing your breathing that somewhat calmed him down. “You’re not going to… leave me right..?” He says quietly, sniffling softly. You felt your heart shatter a bit, you’d never want that. Ever.

Silently you open the door and peer down at his glossy cheeks and puffy eyes. You felt awful. But that didn’t excuse him from stealing your panties. He did it every day! And your previous panties weren’t returned so each new one you brought was taken by him. It was insanely frustrating but.. maybe you could’ve come about it a different way.

You sigh as you crouch in front of him, his blue puffy eyes boring into yours. “No, I’d never leave you. I just want you to stop taking my panties because I’m out. Again.” You cup his face in your hands, and he nods his head frantically- you're half surprised he didn't get whiplash, “it won’t happen ever again. I’m so sorry. I’ll return them all right now!”

Before he can get up you throw your arms around him in a somewhat hug since he’s still got his knees to his chest, he returns your hug almost instantly- wrapping his arms around you as he shoves his head on your shoulder. “I love you, ‘toru, okay? I’d never leave you. Especially over something stupid like this.” You reassure softly making his grip on you tighten.

“So…. What do you do with my used panties?” You pull back slightly and his entire face turns red. “U-uh..” he stutters out, “Why don’t you show me, hm?” You put a stray hair behind his ear, and he looks like he’s a second away from exploding.

“O-okay.”

Fuck you really shouldn’t have said that. You find yourself folded in half like a lawn chair and Satoru's swollen cock buried deep inside of you to the hilt. He only pulls out until the tip is left just to slam it back inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

He’s got his biceps flexing as he has one hand pinning you in the position and well… the other has your soaked panties on his face as he inhales your scent pathetically. “F-fuck- hah-!” He cries out, “‘m sorry baby- I’m so sorry-ooohhh!!” He gasps out rambling mindlessly, his glossed lips in a constant o shape.

You hitch and moan underneath him, your body felt like it was tingling all over like popping candy was in your bloodstream, your sweet spot being hit over and over again. Was this your 3rd orgasm? or your 5th? You’ve lost count and you never would have thought your nerdy boyfriend was so damn filthy. “I-I’m gonna-!” He whimpers out and fuck you're on the brink of squirting all over the both of you. Again. The sheets are soaked beneath you both and it’s been a couple of hours by now all because Satoru's inhaling your sweet little panties.

“Gonna take it for me like a good girl, huh? Yeah?” he babbles, and you nod your head teary eyed from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. “A-all y-yours ‘toru-! Angh-!!” Before you know it, you’ve soaked your thighs, tummy, his thighs and abdomen. Your eyes roll back, and you feel like you’re on fire, your toes curling deliriously while your eyes roll back and shut. You swear you see the white pearly gates for a good moment. You sob under him and shake as you pathetically grip onto him for some stability.

He pants above you and flips you over. “Wha-more-?” You whimper out and you get your answer as he sinks his swollen cock into you, and he’s balls deep into you again. You grip the pillow beneath you as your walls clench and spasm around his hard, thick cock. He pulls your head up by your hair and shoves your panties in your mouth, “im-sorry- fuck- you wanted me to show you- what I do and-hah- think about-shit-!” Fuck. You think you’re about to pass out at this point. It felt like his cock was ripping your insides apart, you could just feel him. Nothing else. Nothing mattered except the two of you. All you could do was just sit there and take it. “A-and if I..go a bit deeper..and t-thrust up-! I’ll hit your-hah- g spot- again-!” He gurgles into your ear and squeezes your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock in your sweet cunt.

“Shiiiiittt” He whimpers out, thrusting his cock up in need and he fucking laughs when your back arches deeper and you let out a muffled scream. “Found it.” He presses his chest onto your back and wraps his lets arm around your stomach pressing against the lewd bulge in your stomach and his free hand pinches your clit. “hah-! I’m sorry- I’m sorry- im shoorrrrrryyyyy!!” He cries out, “You- wanted this as much as I do- please- please! Please! Anngffhhhh!!” Fuck you couldn’t even find any strength to let out a hum in acknowledgment.

You felt pleasure in so much different places, and you didn’t have anywhere to run. Your clit, his cock deep into you, his arm squishing the bulge in your stomach- fuck it was all too much- your panties in your mouth and your head shoved in the pillow-your body felt half unconscious, but the pleasure was 0h so good and addictive you didn’t want it to stop.

Never in a million years would you have thought your nerdy boyfriend who rambles to you about Digimon or the one that lets you cock warm him while he helps you study or have soft vanilla sex would ever be this filthy. But who were you to complain when you’ve come about God knows how much. 7? 8? At this point your brain felt fuzzy and your body felt every single bit of pleasure coursing through your veins, head to toe like lightning flashing through the sky, the pleasure you were feeling was flashing through your veins deep and sharp. “Baby- love you- love you so much- don’t wanna ever make you upset at me ever again- please- hah- forgive me- please-“ He whimpers and the last thing you feel is his cock releasing thick spurts of cum deep in your womb, and you can barely process it before you’re joining his high and squeezing his cock like you walls wanted to strangle it.

Once your highs are ridden out, he slips his now soft cock out of you and flips you over softly. He takes your panties out of your mouth and presses kisses all over your face, jaw, neck and shoulders. “Are you still with me?” you hazily blink your eyes and adjust to your white-haired boyfriend pressing kisses all over you making a smile tug at your lips. Without saying anything you bring his lips to yours and kiss him softly making him moan softly into the kiss. You push him down with his back against the mattress and he looks up at you with confusion, “You still have energy?” You smirk and take his fogged-up glasses off his face, grinding your soaked pussy against his half hard cock.

You wipe his glasses clean and put them on his face softly, “Now you can see me ruin you this time.” A red blush decorates his cheeks, and he gasps out a breathy moan as you sink onto his once again hard cock, both of your bodies riddled with sweat and sore from your previous intercourse.

His hands find home on your hips as you start bouncing on his cock, slamming your hips down with a lewd wet noise with each slam of your hips, picking up your pace faster; internally smug at how his eyes roll back and shut. You study his body a bit. The way his toes curl and grip at the sheets bellow the both of you, the way his biceps flex and grip your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, the way his abdomen clenches and the way he moans loudly not afraid to show you how good you make him feel.

In reality, Satoru wasn’t keeping it cool at all. He felt like he was going to explode. Incinerate. Into a million pieces. He got nervous whenever he was close to you and now?? He had no choice but to stare into your eyes and he felt so squeamish. His heart going a million miles per hour, honestly... he could handle it before. But whenever you’re on top and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes he can’t handle it. It’s like the first time you both ever met again. His heart flutters at the thought but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when his eyes blink up to focus on you. Fuck your perfect tits bouncing, your ass jiggling from the sheer force of your hips against his. How did you have any stamina left?

You giggle at his unusual quietness and lean down to kiss him, whimpering into his mouth as the two of you kiss harshly, getting messier and messier. Before the both of you knew it you were cumming all over his cock again, squeezing him so tight and he’s filling you up for the nth time tonight. You pull your lips away from his, rocking your hips against his softly. “So, baby, tell me about that new Digimon card you got.” His eyes light up and you softly bounce your hips onto his while he rambles about the amazing new card he scored.

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[pupkashi]

satoru is the kind of boyfriend that you are constantly falling in with over and over again

he takes out a spider that you found in the hallway, promising he’ll let it into the backyard and won’t kill it. he’ll tease you relentlessly for running to the other side of the house while on the phone with him, begging him to come home to take care of the ‘grave danger’ you were in. satoru never once tells you how his heart flutters knowing your instinct is to cal him for help.

satoru is the kind of lover to pick flowers for you when you walk hand in hand, giggling as a spring breeze hits the two of you. he smiles, bending down and picking the daisy from the ground.

“look! i got you a flower” he grins, handing the small flower to you with a smile on his face.

“oh wow this just for me? you broke the bank with this one” he can’t help but laugh loudly, “I’m in deep credit card debt,” he replies, “think you can cover dinner for tonight?” you laugh, nodding your head- knowing he’d never let you pay for anything as long as he was around.

the kind of boyfriend to run late, but pick up flowers on the way to make it up to you, buying extravagant bouquets on a whim and making sure every vase in your home is filled with flowers at any given moment. there comes a point in the relationship where you have to sit him down and ask him softly to cut down the flower buying to once a week, as you’d run out of vases to put the flowers in.

satoru ends up buying you more vases, but realizes it’s gotten out of hand when you have no free surfaces in your home due to the overflowing amount of flora. he cuts it down to once a week after he found a bee in the house one day.

your lover brings back souvenirs from all the places he goes when on missions, trinkets that he knew you’d love spilling out of his pockets as he walks into your shared home.

“i think you’d love this little bunny figure so i got it!” he’s beaming at you, his face lights up even more when he sees how excited you are, gushing over the small figure and thanking him with a plethora of kisses.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to tell you ‘told you so’ when you get cold because you didn’t bring a jacket, all while simultaneously taking his off and giving it to you. he tries his best to hide how much colder he is to try and make sure you stay warm, but his shivering six foot something body is hard to miss.

“satoru i think you’re colder than i was, please just take it back” you beg, shoving his jacket back into his hands, he just shakes his head, teeth slightly chattering as he lies to your face.

“im not even cold, you need to stay warm” he’s steadfast and stubborn on his stance, only taking his jacket back when you two enter a cafe and make it a point to say how hot you felt when you stepped inside.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to hang mistletoes all over the house, giggling when he pulls you in by your waist and places a giddy kiss on your lips.

“man i love christmas” he sighs, pointing at the fourth mistletoe in the last hour as you two decorated for the holidays.

“seriously how many of these did you buy?” you laugh, pulling him closer to you and placing your lips on his. satoru smiles into the kiss, chasing after your lips even when you pull away and managing to steal one last kiss.

“mmm, alot” he whispers, snowy hair tickling your face as he presses a kiss to your cheek before continuing on with the tree lights.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend to kiss you from 11:59 pm on New Year’s Eve to 12:01 am on New Year’s Day, just to say he made out with you into another year. he also does it just to make sure you can’t say you haven’t kiss him since last year.

“you’ve been kissing me since last year sweetheart just admit you’re crazy about me” he teases you, his cheeks and ears flush from the two cups of champagne he’s had.

“angel boy you have no idea” you giggle, taking in how beautiful he looks as the fireworks pop around the two of you, making his crystalline eyes shine a little brighter.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend that makes you believe in soulmates, because there was no other way to describe what he was to you other than that.

satoru gojo was your soulmate, and you were his.

a/n: hi hi ! just wanted to write something short and sweet to get me back into the flow of writing <3 hopefully this help kill my writers block :3

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[niki-phoria]

you got me moonstruck

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 442

notes: possibly ooc gojo (my apologies), i don't actually understand tengen's ability so sorry if that's wrong lol, inspo from this prompt list by @thepromptswhisperer, title from enhypen - moonstruck (it wasn't an intro we cheered !!)

a blanket of darkness covers the sky, only broken by the occasional glints of the stars above. the occasional chirps of crickets and leaves bustling from the gentle breeze fill the night. a faint glow of moonlight paints the world silver; the light glints off the harsh edges of the ever-changing temples that decorate the jujutsu high campus. 

your eyes flutter closed as you take a deep breath, letting the weight of protecting the world slip momentarily from your shoulders. the tension in your body relaxes for a second, safe within the confines of tengen’s barriers. “the sky is beautiful, isn’t it?”

GOJO SATORU shifts beside you, sighing softly as he leans his head against your shoulder. soft strands of stray hair tickle against the exposed skin of your neck. he hums quietly, staring out at the horizon ahead. “the view isn’t bad.”

“not bad?” you repeat, playfully pushing satoru’s head away from you. “i show you a beautiful nature view and all you can say is that it’s ‘not bad?’” 

he chuckles, moving to cross his legs beneath him. “there are more beautiful views in my opinion,” he shrugs. satoru smirks as he props his arm up, leaning his cheek against his hand. “like this one.”

you scoff in response, playfully rolling your eyes as you shake your head. “shut up.” he chuckles when you lean back against your hands, staring directly upwards at the moon. 

with no retaliation from satoru, you fall into a comfortable silence once again. his lips quirk into a soft, unconscious smile as he admires your features. his brilliant eyes usually used to protect the world, instead find solace in studying the slope of your nose; the edge of your jawline; how your hair falls in waves to frame your face. 

“satoru?” he nearly startles at the quiet call of your voice; a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, staining the skin a cherry pink. you chuckle softly when you reach up to cup his face in your hands. your fingertips dance against his soft skin, sending shivers racing down his spine. “are you alright? your face is kinda red.”

satoru purses his lips as he turns away. your shared laughter fills the night when you cup his cheeks, turning his head until he’s looking forward once again. his breath hitches in his throat when you swipe your thumb against his skin, tracing your fingertips along faded acne scars and still-healing bruises. “are you blushing?” you tease.

his eyes shine like diamonds despite the darkness; they look strikingly beautiful as satoru’s gaze follows your movements. “i can’t help it when you look at me like that.” 

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[moonsatosugu]

right or left?

[21:12 pm]

word count: 444

a/n: my brain is really trying to think of scenarios and i was like … i would totally get into a fight for twix bc i dont like chocolate but twix is an exception. this is not proofread bc i was half asleep writing this.

“let go.” you tell the man beside you while gripping onto the bag of twix.

“no, i don’t think i will,” he frowns. “you let go.” besides this man looking completely stupid in a blindfold, he seems to not be able to comprehend your words either.

“look, my hand grabbed these first,” you say rolling your eyes. “so if you could remove your long, slimy hand…”

“excuse you? i’ll have you know-“

“i’ll have you know that i don’t care.” you state before gripping the bag harder.

“you’re gonna break the bag and i won’t have candy to eat.” he says trying to yank it. those twix will be yours if it’s the last thing you do. normally, you wouldn’t fight over candy like this at all, but it’s the last bag.

“okay, so let it go and find another type of candy you stupid blindfolded idiot!” you huff.

he gasps at you. “you did not just call me that!”

taking this as a chance to catch him off guard, you yank the bag out of his hands, tossing it into your basket.

“thank you!” you grin sticking your tongue out at him before walking away. nice, you get your candy and you get to walk away in victory.

“what makes you think i’d let you walk away with my bag of twix?” a voice says behind you.

“what makes you think it’s yours when it’s not even in your basket?” you retort. he frowns at you, yet again.

“well what makes you think i didn’t grab it just to talk to you?” he grins this time, yet you failed to comprehend his sentence in time.

“yeah well what makes you think-“ you pause taking in what he said. “wait what?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“whoops,” he shrugs. “it got your attention though, didn’t it?”

“if by attention you mean almost tackling me over candy, then sure, i guess.” you say trying not to laugh.

“oh come on, i was not tackling you!” he exclaimed. “i thought it’d be something memorable.”

“and naturally, stealing my twix was your first thought?” you quip.

“i didn’t think it’d turn into tug of war,” he teases. “i just thought you’d laugh and we’d start up a chit chat. but we have story now don’t we?”

you look at him skeptically for a moment, then sigh. “points for creativity mr. blindfold… but seriously, next time you want to talk to someone, maybe just hi?”

he laughs, “right, i’ll note that in my brain somewhere… so… wanna split the twix?” he asks grinning.

it all comes down to the question. “that depends, right side or left side?”

[notsunnyowo]

Loved your Gojo x Reader fic,m over the Hanahaki disease. Could you do Gojo x Reader with a nightmare? The nightmare relating to manga events (unless you’re not a manga reader then just a nightmare in general).

I already made a fic of my own based on the reader having a nightmare and Gojo comforting them over it, (which you should definitely check out *wink wink*) all based on the manga events because I needed comfort from the latest chapter, but it’s not fun reading the same fic over and over, especially if your reading your own. I need more and thankfully it seems other people aside from myself have made nightmare fics based on the manga (well actually pretending the manga isn’t existent to an extent for our comfort), but I still need more!!!!

sorry if I sound impatient I’m just petty a bit over the manga, I’m not mad with the recent chapter I just have been coping lol, but like I said if your not a manga reader just have the nightmare be something else, still angsty but fluff at the end!

Despite not beeing a manga reader myself I've got some basic knowledge on what happens to our beautiful blue-eyed boi Gojo 😭

So I hope this will turn out to be to your liking!

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 - 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔

Summary: After waking up from a gruesome nightmare, you bury yourself into your husband's loving arms.

Content: MANGA SPOILERS! Sensitive content, Mentions of death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Husband! Gojo Satoru x Female! Reader (AFAB)

Word count: 763

The sounds of thunderous crashes and buildings collapsing echoed in the distance, slowly growing louder and louder, the closer you approached towards the source of the chaotic mayhem.

It was a full-on battle to the death between the two strongest beings in existence. A fight to see who'd come on top. Which one was truly the better sorcerer.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you. Dodging falling debris and other enemies that came your way. You had to get to him as fast as you could. Had to find Satoru and help him.

Activating your cursed technique, your entire body was coated in a layer of cursed energy which served as a protective barrier which would keep you from any harm that might befall you the closer you got to the front lines of the battlefield.

It might not have been as strong as Satoru's infinity, however it would surely provide you with some much needed protection if the so-called 'King of Curses' decided on launching a surprise attack your way.

You were out of breath, running past your limits, all in a desperate attempt to reach your beloved and offer him your aid, before he got overwhelmed.

Yet once you arrived at his side, you wished you'd gotten killed by some curse along the way.

With utter horror in your eyes you watched Satoru's upper half fall to the ground. His lower body still standing upright for a moment after, before it too fell down on the ground.

The sight made your stomach drop to the floor.

You felt as if you were about to puke at the sight. Your knees felt weak, and you couldn't tell if it was due to your immense fatigue or as a result of the gruesome sight before you. Tears filled your eyes and you felt your heart breaking into a million pieces.

No. . .

No no no no no. . .

This isn't real. . It isn't. . It can't be. !

You let out a broken cry, the sound instantly alerting Satoru's murderer. As his cold deep eyes met yours you felt frozen in place. Unable to move as the man gave you a malevolent smile, before snapping his fingers.

Before suddenly.. It all went black.

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"(Name). . ."

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"(Name). . . Wake up!"

With a sudden gasp, your eyes shot open and you were met with a pair of ocean blue eyes, staring at you.

"Love, are you okay? . . . What happened?" Hunched over, before you, stood your husband - who you'd just watched get split in half just a second ago.

His brows furrowed at the sight of your disheveled appearance and your glossy eyes. From the looks of it, Satoru deduced that you'd had a nightmare. A rather unpleasant one at that..

The sight of your trembling body, made his heart ache. Despite not knowing what exactly your nightmare was, Satoru couldn't help but curse whatever your mind had conjured during your sleep to make you so distressed.

"Hey.. It's okay.." Your husband cooed, his tone soft and calming, as he gently cupped your cheek, whipping the tears off your face. "It's all going to be okay sweetness.. Shh... shh.. It's okay, don't cry.."

Wrapping his strong arms around you, the milky-haired man enveloped you in a warm and most importantly - secure embrace. His hand gently caressed your head. It was such a calm motion in comparison to your anxiously tremoring body.

"Satoru-" You cried out his name, as you sobbed into his chest. The sound of your broken cries was enough to make your husband tear up. How he wanted to make all of your pain go away. He couldn't bear to watch you fall apart like this.

"I-I had a dream, and you-" The feeling of a big lump forming in your throat forbade you from going on any further. You just couldn't bring yourself to openly voice your troubles to your worried husband.

"Shh.. It's okay. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.." Gojo whispered softly against your ear, his gentle touch never ceasing to calm you down. Or at least try to. "Everything's going to be alright love.. Just breathe f'me, okay?"

Pressing gentle kisses to your head, Satoru continued whispering calming words to you while he stroked your hair. " 'M here for you love.."

His words made you look up at him, with teary eyes. "Promise?" Your voice was low and shaky, almost as if it belonged to a distraught child.

"Always." The man spoke, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'll always stay by your side (Name)."

"I promise."

Author Note:

I hope I didn't disappoint with this ask and that everyone enjoyed reading! PS: For anyone that has already sent an ask, know that I will be getting to it in the following days and posting a reply asap! :D