#gojo satoru x gn!reader

[pupkashi]

a/n: inspired by this tweet because all i could think about is gojo since he’s a Real Lover it’s so silly maybe ooc idk idc i hope u guys enjoy :3

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the sound of jingling keys jolts you awake, eyesight blurry as you check your phone. the bright lock screen of satoru holding a bouquet of flowers blinds you slightly.

2:38 am

your senses slowly come to you as you wake up more and more, the sound of what could be an intruder shuffling around in your living room has your heart pounding against your ribs. satoru wasn’t supposed to be home for a couple more days, and no one else has keys to your home. your palms are getting sweatier by the second, satoru voice instructing you on what to do rang in your ears (he was very aware that you were his weakness).

as quietly as you could you scrambled out from under your blanket, grabbing the knife satoru had hidden for you in the closet. you could see the hallway light flicker on as the warm light seeped through the cracks of the door. your grip tightens on the knife, positioning yourself behind the door as you hear them start twisting the handle.

there’s not a second of hesitation as the door opens slowly and you plunge the knife into the intruder’s abdomen, letting out a small squeak when you’re met with familiar blue eyes.

“toru?” you yell, hand still on the handle of the knife, plunged into his side.

“hello sweetheart” he coughs out, a charmed smile on his face as his eyes meet your petrified ones, “could’ve just said you didn’t want me home” he pouts softly, unphased by the knife still in his body.

your mouth opens and closes, frozen in position and satoru can’t help but feel a little bad for scaring you. he doesn’t mind the stinging in his side, thrusting the blade a bit deeper just to place a kiss to your forehead.

“satoru the knife!” you gasp, pulling it out and causing satoru to wheeze a little, stumbling as he puts his hand over his wound, healing it over in a matter of moments.

“that’s one way to be welcomed home early by your lover” he smiles, finally setting his bag down and engulfing you in his much larger frame.

“I’m so sorry i can’t believe i fucking stabbed you” you cry out, face hot as you hold your lover closer, “you couldn’t have sent a text or something?” you mumble against his chest, squeezing him tightly and placing a gentle kiss against his jaw. satoru pouts down at you, huffing softly.

“wouldn’t have been a surprise then,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, holding him closer, “i missed you so much, dunno who i thought i was saying id be gone for so long” he shakes his head, finally unwrapping his arms from you.

there’s a beat of silence as he’s staring down at you, a cheeky smile on his face before he turns to turn the restroom light on.

“what?” you ask, already under your blanket as you watch him shake his head, his lips fighting back a smile.

“nothing, nothing” he grins, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before clearing his throat.

“you can’t give me that look and then say nothing! you have to tell me now” you demand, satoru just about melts at the small huff you let out, enamored by the way you practically teleported to his side to pry information from him.

“it’s just you had a really weak stab” he giggles, “like, pathetically weak” satoru can’t help but burst into laughter at your look of offense when the words land on your ears.

“well excuse me i don’t go around practicing my stabbing skills!” you scoff, shoving him softly and crossing your arms across your chest, “in my defense i had just woken up” you grumble, turning your back to him and heading back to bed.

satoru takes a moment, admiring you before pushing off the counter and pulling you into him by your waist, “maybe it wasn’t weak, I’m just too strong hm?” there’s a cocky smirk on his face that you hate to love, making your breath hitch in your throat as you agree with his statement.

“now go shower you stink” satoru grins, placing a messy kiss to your lips before speaking up.

“you gonna stab me again if i don’t?”

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[xhyjin]

`⎚⩊⎚´ nerdjo !

- nerdy history student gojo who is actually very helpful and polite but not when it comes to the last book of karl d. kryter that you just happen to need for an assignment.

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you had been staring at your laptop screen for hours, trying to find something, anything, that could help with your psychology project that your professor assigned last minute. the more you scrolled on endless websites and youtube videos the less you found and the more stuff didn’t make sense. after a deep breath and a frustrated sigh, you grabbed you closed your laptop and made your way on campy from your dormitory to the university’s library, hoping that the books there could offer something more useful.

the scent of books filed the air as you wandered through the aisles, scanning titles, but it wasn’t until you reached the very back that you saw it — the book you’d been desperately trying to find pngs of: The Effects of Noise on Man. just as your hand was reaching for it another hand grabbed it first. you turned to see who grabbed it, an annoyed expression creeping onto your face as you looked at the man who snatched your book.

he was tall, with snowy white hair and a lean build, his glasses crooked on his nose. he was already flipping through the pages, completely absorbed as though he’d discovered the secret to endless wealth. “hey,” you said, your voice tight with frustration. he didn’t seem to hear you—or he chose to ignore you—because he kept turning the pages, not even sparing a glance in your direction.

“excuse me, i’m talking to you,” you said, a little louder this time, still trying to keep your voice down in the quiet library. finally, the man turned his head toward you, his mouth slightly agape. he looked you up and down, making you cross your arms over your chest. what was his problem?

“sorry… did you say something?” he asked, his tone a bit distant. “yeah, i was going to say that i wanted that book,” you replied, your eyes flicking to the one he was holding so casually in his hands. “this?” he said, following your gaze and holding the book out in front of him.

“yes, that book! i was about to grab it when you snatched it from me,” you said, still irritated. you were running on five hours of sleep and a can of coke—you couldn’t help but be a little pissy.

“i didn’t snatch it,” he responded calmly. “it was on that shelf. i snatched it from the shelf, not from you.” he pointed to the spot where the book had been. “besides, i got it first,” he added, tucking the book back under his arm and turning to walk away. “wait,” you called out, stepping forward. he turned around with an eyebrow raised, and for the first time, you really noticed how striking his blue eyes were. but that wasn’t the point.

“i really need that book,” you said, your tone more polite now, almost desperate. “please?” you added, your voice softer, hoping he’d reconsider. he stared at you for a moment, as if weighing your words. the silence between you stretched for a bit, and you couldn’t tell if he was considering your request or just enjoying the fact that he had the upper hand. finally, he sighed, looking down at the book in his hands.

“look, i’ve been trying to get my hands on this for weeks,” he said, almost like he was talking to himself. “and now that i have it, i’m not exactly in a hurry to let it go.” you fought to keep your patience. “i get it, but i really need it for this project. i’m stuck and this is the last piece i need.” he glanced at you again, his expression softening just a little. “what’s the project about?” “psychology,” you replied quickly. “something about how noise affects humans, but all the online sources are garbage. i need a real quote from this book.”

he hummed thoughtfully, still holding it close to his chest. then, without warning, he raised an eyebrow. “how about this? we make a deal.” you frowned. “a deal?” “yeah.” he shifted the book to one hand, offering you a teasing smile. “you can have it for a week, but then it’s mine for a week. sound fair?” you thought for a moment, feeling both relieved and a little irritated at his smug attitude. but honestly, it was your best option. “fine, but you’re not gonna keep it forever, right?” he chuckled, his blue eyes glinting. “promise. but i’m not letting go of it just yet.”

you nodded, still a bit wary, but relieved that you at least had a plan. “deal,” you said, holding out your hand. he looked at it for a moment, then shook it firmly, his grip warm but somehow still carrying that casual confidence. “great,” he said, tucking the book under his arm. “i’ll bring it to the library in a week. just don’t lose it, alright?”

you rolled your eyes but smiled. “i’ll keep it safe.” he turned to walk away, but then paused, glancing over his shoulder. “by the way,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i’m satoru.” you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden introduction. “uh, y/n,” you replied, feeling slightly awkward. he gave you a nod, then walked off, leaving you standing there with your thoughts swirling. was this how things usually went when you needed a book for a project? probably not.

the week dragged on, and you found yourself counting down the days until you could finally get your hands on the book again. in the meantime, you worked on your project, doing your best with what you had. but every time you hit a dead end, you couldn’t help but think of that book, sitting just out of reach.

when the day finally came, you made your way back to the library, hoping to catch gojo and get your hands on the effects of noise on man. you didn’t know why you were feeling so nervous about it, but there was something about him that made you second-guess yourself. maybe it was the way he casually handled the book like it was some sort of prized possession. or maybe it was the fact that you were about to face him again after that first strange interaction.

as you walked through the aisles, you spotted him near the back, flipping through a different book. his snowy hair was even messier today, and his glasses were sitting crookedly on his nose again.

“hey,” you called out, walking up to him.

he looked up, and that familiar, teasing smile crept across his face. “hey, y/n. didn’t think you’d actually show up.” you crossed your arms, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “you really think i was just going to leave the book with you?”

“well, i mean… i wouldn’t blame you if you did,” he said with a playful shrug, holding out the book toward you. “but here you go. i kept it safe.” you took it from him, feeling a little bit lighter now that it was finally back in your hands. “thanks,” you muttered, feeling a little awkward.

“no problem.” he looked at you for a moment, then his eyes darted to the book in your hands. “so, what’s the project about again?”

you sighed, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “it’s about how noise affects people. you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find anything useful. this book is like the only thing that’s going to help me.” “sounds boring,” he said bluntly, his expression unbothered. “but hey, at least you’ll be able to say you did something good for society.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “i guess.”

“alright, well,” he said, stepping back and stretching. “it was nice doing business with you, y/n. just remember, you’ve got to bring it back in a week, or i’m coming after you.” “deal,” you said, offering him a smile. “i’ll be back, don’t worry.” as you walked away with the book, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just some random encounter.

the next week came by faster than you expected, and before you knew it, you were heading back to the library to return the book. you’d managed to get a good amount of work done, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity you had about gojo. he’d been on your mind more than you cared to admit, even though you hadn’t exactly planned for that.

when you walked into the library, you spotted him in the same spot, buried in a stack of books. he looked up as you approached, and that same mischievous grin flashed across his face. “back so soon?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. you held out the book to him. “it’s yours,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your heart was beating a little faster than usual.

he took the book with a smile. “thanks. so, did you actually use it for your project, or was it just an excuse to come see me again?” he teased. you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the small smile creeping up your face. “i did use it, actually. and if you keep saying things like that, you’re going to make me regret it.”

“oh, i’m sure you’ll survive.” he chuckled, looking at the book in his hands before turning back to you. “so, how’s the project coming along?” “good,” you said, crossing your arms. “i think i’ll actually finish it on time. what about you? you still planning on hoarding all the best books around here?”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “well, someone has to make sure they don’t go missing.” you smirked. “right. so, what exactly are you majoring in, anyway? history, i’m guessing?”

his eyes twinkled. “yeah, history. i know, kind of a nerdy choice, right?” “kind of,” you agreed with a teasing grin. “what’s so interesting about history anyway?” he leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “history’s all about learning from the past, y’know? understanding how we got to where we are now. it’s like a puzzle. plus, there are so many cool stories no one ever tells you about.”

“sounds pretty fascinating,” you said, genuinely intrigued. “so, what’s your favorite period in history?”

he smirked. “now that’s a tough one. but if i had to pick, i’d say ancient civilizations. the Egyptians were onto something.”

you both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like a real conversation. like you were actually getting to know each other. then, just as you were about to say something else, he looked at you with a strange glint in his eye. “you know,” he said casually, “i actually finished the book the first week i had it.”

“what?” you blinked, surprised. “but then why did you keep it?” he shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i just wanted an excuse to keep coming back here. thought i might see you again.” you blinked, taken aback by his honesty. and maybe, just a little bit, by the way his words made your heart skip. “you’re not as bad as i thought,” you said, shaking your head in mock disbelief.

“glad to hear it,” he said, holding your gaze for a moment before his smile softened. “you know,” he said, tapping the book lightly in his hands, “since i finished the book, it’s all yours to have now.” “really?” you raised an eyebrow, surprised. “you’re just giving it to me?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “why not? i already read it. and besides, you’re gonna need it more than i do.” you hesitated, still a little taken aback by how casual he was being about it. “well, thanks. i didn’t expect that.”

“no problem,” he said, then paused, as if considering something. “hey, when you’re done with your project… maybe we could grab lunch or something. i mean, we’ve been talking about this book for a while, and it’d be nice to actually talk in person—no pressure or anything.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. “lunch?”

“yeah,” he said, his smile widening a bit. “i figure we can discuss the book… or, you know, talk about whatever. no rush.” you bit your lip, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. this felt… unexpected, but also a little exciting. “uh, sure. that sounds good,” you said, trying to sound casual, but not quite pulling it off.

he grinned, clearly pleased with your response. “cool. just let me know when you’re done, and we’ll set it up. you nodded, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the conversation. but there was no denying that you were curious to see where this would go.

[emmyrosee]

helloooe i don’t know if u write for gojo (i’m new in your blog and haven’t seen gojo posts lately or maybe i haven’t scrolled far) and saw that your looking for angsty requests, can i request angst as in the different levels of gojo and reader, that gojo is so powerful and that the world constantly needs him so he can’t give reader enough attention, in a way actually hit them both in their relationship?

if not, it’s okay, i hope you’re doing fine!!

GOJO ANGST MY BELOVED-

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"If you leave, you will come home to an empty house."

The warning falls confidently from your lips, as if premeditated and ready to be released into the air at any given trigger. Satoru stops getting his shoes on and turns to face you. Your eyes hold nothing but exhaustion, eyes under your bags dark and the lifelessness in your face sends a shiver through him. Had you looked so worn out all day?

"What... did you just say?" He whispers, brows pinching in the center in betrayal.

"You heard me. If you leave me right now, without a second thought of my regard, you will come back to nothing from me but my scent and this memory of us."

Thirty seconds ago, he smearing frosting on your nose and when you pushed him away, he’d peppered kisses over your face and fingers dug in your sides. Thirty seconds ago, you'd been interrupted in your baking by the man who would move mountains and swim oceans for you, only for his phone to ring just seconds later, calling him away like it always does.

Thirty seconds ago, he was kissing the laughter from your lips. Now, you’re threatening him.

You're cruel for this predicament, this choice and this bomb to be dropped on him mere seconds from him leaving for who even knows how long. But it doesn’t matter to him. You knew what you were getting into, and it’s not his fault he’s needed more often than not.

You should love him no matter what. As he does you.

He swallows thickly, "don't do this. Not right now."

You shrug, "this is your choice. Not mine. You know my terms.”

Bile rises up his throat and his hands tremble before fisting themselves into a little ball, "this is your choice, you doing this right now when I need to leave-"

“You always need to leave. I’m just sick of it.”

Now, Satoru just feels himself getting angry, "is this ultimatum really necessary right now? You couldn't have waited three damn days-"

"I think you're optimistic in guessing you'll only be gone for three days," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest. He sees the hurt in your features, but he merely shrugs it off as he continues to put on his shoes. “I’m not kidding, Satoru,” you warn. “You leave. I leave.”

“Then leave!” He shouts, hating the way tears sting at his eyes, “do it! I dont need you! You think I do? I’m Gojo Satoru.”

He does. Good fucking god he does, Satoru needs you like he needs water, craves food and forces breath into his lungs, he needs you like he’s paid to and loves you more than himself.

But you can’t know that. Even if not knowing it will drive you away.

You just your lower lip out and shrug, “then leave. Gojo Satoru.”

In desperation, he searches your eyes for something, anything to call your bluff, anything to tell him you’re lying, you won’t leave him. But your eyes tell him nothing, your eyes are closed off and protecting yourself from his venom.

He balls his fists and takes a sharp sniff through his nose in an attempt to ground himself.

“Maybe I will.”

He opens the door before slamming it shut behind him, the vibrations rattling his bones and making him feel even weaker than he was before. He knows that you might slam the door in a not too dissimilar way in but a few hours, cupcakes abandoned and bags packed into your car, leaving your keys in the mailbox and leaving his life for good.

All he can do is hope otherwise.

But in all the lies he can tell himself, that’s one he’s having a hard time believing.

[levenlike11]

a little lovesick satoru drabble after that horrible suna one, i really hope this is better.

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"oh god, here he comes." shoko sighs as gojo is nearing you, geto following close behind. you look over your shoulder and quickly turn back when you see the white haired, extremely annoying male.

"y/n-channn!!" gojo sings and throws himself on you, giving you not an inch of space to breathe with how he pushes his head and hair on your nose.

"hello satoru," you push him but fail to make him move so you pull his hair.

"OUCH! why would you do that to meee!?" gojo whines and stands up, turning around to look at geto who's grinning, amused by the situation.

"don't laugh at me! i'm suffering here." he pouts and shoko lets out the laugh she had been holding in.

"it couldn't have possibly hurt that much. stop overreacting." you say which only seems to make him sadder.

"now you announce me a drama queen, how will my heart ever recover?" he raises his hand to cover his face dramatically, contradicting himself. he never misses to give you an oscar worthy acting, so talented they would hire him to play in a shakespeare theater if he applied.

"you'll be fine." you mutter and open your book again, mumbling a curse under your breath when you realise you lost the page you were on.

"see, now i have to go through all the book to find my page." you sigh but gojo doesn't seem to care, still busy whining about how rude you are towards him.

"you never act this way with shoko, or geto. he's much less handsome than me- no offense bro." he turns at geto, who doesn't seem to mind the comment enough to argue back. it's just gojo and his usual dramatic-ness after all.

"because shoko is my best friend and geto is a really nice guy, who is definitely more handsome than you by the way." satoru quite literally throws himself on the ground after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"i'd rather die than hear those words again coming from the love of my life." he closes his eyes. he looks like the people playing dead to fool a bear.

"i told you to stop calling me that, and it's the truth, he's much much more handsome, and cool, and strong.." you start counting but gojo cuts you off.

"i'm gojo satoru, mind you! the one with six eyes and stuff you know. i'm literally the coolest and the strongest."

"this is why they don't like you back." shoko chuckles and you sigh, putting your book down again. he doesn't look like he'll let you read at all.

"gojo-" "satoru, please. i want my love to call me by my name." "i am not your love, satoru, please leave me alone. i already told you i don't like you." he has called you a sadist multiple times. even 'the cruelest person on earth'.

"you do, actually." he smirks, "you looooove me. how could you not?"

"i currently do not feel anything positive towards you. i might start hating you if you don't get up soon." you'd be surprised how quickly he gets up after that.

"no, please don't! we still have to marry and buy a house with pets and raise kids together-" he gets on his knees and hugs your legs in front of him.

"slow down satoru, we don't even date yet." you laugh at this antics. he's the most stubborn person you've ever met, dedicated to get you to like him romantically. it's not like you really hate him, you sometimes even think you might like him back. just a little bit. but it's fun seeing him like this, so desperate for you. (it makes you feel nice.)

"yet?!" he springs up, grinning from ear to ear. "so we might date in the future?"

"not if you keep doing this."

"what if i take you out to dinner?" you act like you're thinking about it.

"maybe if you also take me to the bookstore later and buy me ice cream."

"GETO, DID YOU HEAR Y/N? we might go on a date!" he jumps on geto, hugging him tight. shoko and you are practically dying of laughter at this point.

"get off of me." geto pushes him away but also smiling, seeing how excited satoru is and happy since two of his close friends are finally about to get together. he's also glad he doesn't have to suffer while watching these moments on first row with shoko. (they don't know it'll be much worse and annoying after you start dating though.)

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☆ hope you enjoyed reading! please feel more than free to leave feedback and have a great day/night!🫶🏻

[ayyy-pee]

Table for Two

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Story Tags: Fluff, angst, mainly angst and no comfort - sorry

AN: Haven't been active, but felt like writing SOMETHING for Gojo's birthday (and late as always! at least i'm consistenly inconsistent!) Nothing special tbh lol. ok gonna crawl back into the void now byeeeee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!

You can’t hide the wide grin on your face as your finger taps the send button on your phone, and just before you set it down on the kitchen counter, you pick it back up and follow up with a plethora of hearts and kiss emojis.

It’s your husband’s birthday. You’d eagerly hopped out of your bed the moment your alarm went off with the reminder. And because, like most days, Satoru is busy with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was long gone; his side of the bed already neatly made, the scent of him still barely lingering on his pillow.

But that didn’t deter you. It’s a special day, after all, and you have something special in mind. After a quick shower, you’d rushed out of the house to the local market and bought all the things needed for what you had planned for tonight. 

And now, you’ve sent your yearly birthday text that mirrors one of his own - full of love and excitement. You know it’ll make him smile to see your early morning barrage of messages to him. It’s not often that you overuse emojis and send back to back texts the way Satoru does, but sometimes you like to surprise him. He loves it when you do.

Gently, you place your phone face down in the kitchen and with your hands on your hips you take in the spread of ingredients staring back at you. Today, you’re going to do what you do every year and treat your husband to a nice homemade meal for his birthday. It’s tradition at this point, something you've done since you two began dating all those years ago, and your body moves on autopilot while you throw everything together.

You’re certain that Satoru will eat anything you put on a plate for him, but you can’t wait to see those pretty white teeth when he comes in and sees the table all set just for him.

Hours pass, and although Satoru hasn’t read or responded to your texts, you are still in high spirits. He’s busy, after all. Besides, you’re finally ready to begin cooking. It’s easy to follow this recipe - add salt here, sprinkle this spice in, stir these very specific things together and before long you find the house smells heavenly. It smells of warmth, and love, and home. Something about that feels so special to you, makes you feel good.

The timer dings, and you pull the food out of the oven and let it cool just before you plate it. You set the silverware down, dishware next, and when you get to Satoru’s side of the table, you find his blindfold folded neatly on the back of his chair. Your fingers grasp it delicately, tracing the hem smoothly. And you’re surprised to find yourself feeling overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of it.

You just love Satoru so much. You hope he knows that.

You take Satoru’s blindfold with you as you finish up with getting dinner ready, adding a bottle of wine and two glasses to the arrangement. And when it’s all done, you set the small black piece of cloth down on his side. You shake your head, fighting back the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Peering down at the fabric like this, sitting just below the rim of the fancy china that you only pull out and dust off for special occasions, it simply looks like a napkin. Anyone could take a seat at your table and use it to wipe their mouths with it.

It’s a silly thought. One you will share with him. He’ll find it funny, you think.

You take a seat, waving your hand over the plate, wafting the scent towards you and inhaling deeply. It looks delicious, smells even better. Eagerly, you pick up your fork, not willing to wait for your companion to return to have a taste. He won’t mind. You worked hard, after all. You deserve to enjoy your efforts.

So you take a bite, humming happily when the flavors hit your taste buds. It’s as amazing as it looks, just as you thought it would be. Packed with an assortment of flavors. You can taste every herb and spice you used. Oh, yes. Satoru's really going to love this.

You twist the cap off of the bottle of wine sitting at the edge of the table and pour yourself a glass before filling the second one on the other side, though you know Satoru’s not much of a drinker. But this meal? This meal is best paired with a nice, full bodied red.

Another forkful of your dinner enters your mouth and you find your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you get another taste. You take a sip of your wine right after, groaning at the way the flavors explode, and you swear you hear your husband's chair creak with his weight over the sound of your moans.

“God, this is heavenly. Satoru, you have to try this,” you point to your plate with your fork. “Take a sip of wine after you swallow. It’s life changing.”

You hear a deep chuckle, one coming from the depths of Satoru’s chest. Followed by, “One sip…then you’ll finish the rest for me?”

And you nod, laughing to yourself because Satoru always does this. He makes you finish any alcoholic beverage you pour for him after he tries just a single drop. He hates alcohol that much.

“Okay,” you concede without much fight. “But I swear you’ll like it this time.” You know he won’t, but you try to convince him anyway, as you've always done. “It completely changes the flavor profile and- “ You take another bite of your meal, then glance up, the wide grin on your lips slowly fading when your eyes fall on nothing but empty space right in front of you.

He’s not here. Not yet, at least.

‘Not ever,’ your mind tells you, and the food in your mouth takes on a bitter taste, thick and nasty. Hard to chew, even harder to swallow. The same way you’re having trouble swallowing the fact that you’re sitting at this table alone.

Alone, the same way you woke up this morning and all the mornings before.

In silence, like you have been sitting in for the last year.

Tired, exhaustion seeping into your bones and reminding you of the weight you now carry.

Suffering, as you have been since that day.

You’re choking suddenly, and you can’t tell if it’s the food that’s lodged in your esophagus or a knot forming in your throat that has you sputtering, wheezing, coughing and gasping for air. It’s not until the first fat tear slams onto the tabletop, until your hand finds your chest and grips it so hard in an attempt to physically stop your heart from beating so fast you feel dizzy, that you realize it’s definitely not the food.

You’re crying. Worse actually. You’re having a full on meltdown at this table, sobbing uncontrollably into your dinner while your mind plays sick tricks on you. Your vision blurs, swimming behind the tears and you swear you see that familiar head of snow white hair that you spent years combing your fingers through. You see those pretty pink lips smiling softly at you the way they did any time Satoru looked at you, those unforgettably blue eyes gazing at you with all the love in the world.

These features that you love, that you dream of every night…

They're the same ones that haunt you now.

You want to reach out and touch him. You’d love nothing more than to hear him whisper “C’mere, beautiful,” and you listen, moving around the table to take a seat in his lap while he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face against your back while you laugh and finish dinner together.

You’d love nothing more than to bury your nose in his hair and inhale the scent of his ridiculously expensive shampoo that you love while he groans and pretends he doesn’t like it when you do that. 

And really, you could still smell it any time. The shampoo bottle is sitting in the shower, untouched for the last twelve months. But it’s not the same. It won’t smell like him.

You want to reach out and touch him. So you do, his form hiding just behind the blur of tears sitting along your waterline. Your hand moves forward, closer and closer to your greatest desire. And then your tears fall, and they snatch the vision of Satoru with them, leaving you reaching for nothing.

Your hand falls to the table, hitting your plate and scattering your dinner along the surface. You can’t bring yourself to care. Not when you feel like your world is crumbling around you. Not when the pain is so heavy, it feels like it’s crushing you to the point that you’re struggling to catch your breath.

One year.

It’s only been one year since Satoru left the house, and never returned. Not even a full year, actually. And you haven’t moved any closer to accepting the fact that he’s never coming back home to you.

How could you when he was taken so suddenly, so violently from you? It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that you’re stuck here, suffering, barely making it day to day while Satoru gets off easy. He longer feels anything. No more pain, no more pressures of society, no more anything. You wish you had the same luxury. You want to shut it off. Turn your mind - your emotions - off and just live again.

And yet, you’re unfortunate enough to still be here. Existing without the one you love most in the world.

You think it’s a punishment, really. Because you knew what being with a Sorcerer entailed. You knew the risks of dating a normal Sorcerer, let alone The Strongest of them all. And yet, you had the audacity to fall for him, you dared to love him deeply and fully, and you exchanged vows and promised a life - promised forever - to each other.

And now you’ve lost him, lost yourself. You’ve got half of your soul with you here, sobbing over a mess of a meal and an untouched plate two feet away…and the other half buried six feet under at the Gojo estate. You will never be whole again. And every year will be a reminder of what you’ve lost.

You reach across the table, grabbing hold of Satoru's blindfold, and you clutch it to your chest. Your tears fall freely, voice trembling when you mutter, "I can’t do this anymore,” to no one. Because there’s never anyone but you here anymore. “Satoru, I can’t do this without you.”

This time, your mind takes no mercy on you the way it did all day up until this moment. It doesn’t do you the favor of playing tricks on you, giving you hope that Satoru is still here. It doesn't ignoring all the little signs that you are alone. Because you are truly and utterly alone in this world now.

Your mind wants you to remember that.

But you still selfishly beg for that to change. “Come back to me…” you whisper, choking down the sobs that have been having their way with you for the past few minutes. “Please, Satoru…I need you…”

And again. No one answers your pleas. It’s just you in this small dining room at a table set for two. 

And only one of you will ever be seated here again.

[jiarkives]

you’ll be safe here

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — with you, he can just be himself. not the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, not the honored one, not anyone the world expected him to be.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — hurt/comfort

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — ending was kinda wack but it is what it is 🫣 also, the title is from an opm song

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From the moment he walked through the front door of your shared home, you knew something was wrong. The heavy sigh he let out as soon as he was inside was enough to tell you that, but there was more. So much more.

His blindfold was hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was unkempt and messy like he had run his fingers through them more times than he can count on both hands. His usually bright, blue eyes are dull, lacking the sparkle in them. And if you looked closely, you could see how his hands trembled.

“I’m home,” he greeted, his voice quiet and almost bland as he practically collapsed on the couch.

You did not speak, opting to sit beside him on the couch wordlessly, close enough for him to reach for you, but not close enough to touch him. You did not want to overwhelm him more than he already was. You wanted to go at his own pace.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke, your voice still quiet, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He did not respond, the silence stretching out even longer, but you let him. You let him lay on the couch, almost unmoving when he finally spoke, “Can you hold me?”

It wasn’t the answer to your question, but it was an answer you were hoping for, so just as silently as you were since he got home, you moved closer to him slowly. You reached out tentatively, your fingers ghosting over his shoulder clad in his usual long sleeves before you finally, finally touched him. You rubbed his shoulders shortly before your arms snakes around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

His head immediately found its way to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before exhaling shakily, causing you to shiver slightly. Only when his face was burrowed deeply into your neck and he was hidden away from the world did he break.

His tears started falling silently at first, wetting your skin and your shirt. Then, his sobs followed almost immediately and soon enough, he was crying into your neck like the child he failed to be, while your arms wrapped around him tighter as you whispered assurances into his ear, like how a mother would to her child.

You let him cry everything out, biting your own tears back.

You did nothing but soothe him as he cried his heart out and you can only hope that his burdens were somehow eased with every tear that fell from his eyes.

And even when his tears had stopped and his cries were reduced to mere hiccups, you still held him tightly. You held him as you led him to your shared bedroom, into your bed. You held him as you laid on the bed, wide awake as he slept his worries away. You held him when the nightmares plagued his dreams, waking him up and sending him into tears yet again. You held him throughout the night until the sun rose above the horizon.

And when the new day arrived, only then did you let go. When the new day arrived, he never apologized for being vulnerable in front of you. He never did anymore. He never felt guilty for not being able to keep up with his usual façade around you anymore and you have never felt happier to know that he can truly feel safe around you.

[hollowtakami]

HOW THEY HUG YOU

CONTENT: self indulgent hcs on how my fav characters give hugs! just pure fluff, nothing more. giyuu and rengoku may be ooc because this is my first time writing for them and im still learning!

WORD COUNT: 771

AUTHOR NOTE: guess who can’t sleep again lol! i’ve been battling a pretty severe episode for a while now, and i’m trying to pick myself up again so i thought i’d write some fluffy hcs for my comfort ppl! remember that you’re loved, friend!

SATORU GOJO - NECK HUGS

Satoru hugs as though he’s never known personal space. It’s probably because of his infinity, and how he never lets anyone get close to him; so, he’s gonna be as close to you, any chance he gets.

He’s clingy, but not overbearing. He’d ring his arms around you and pull you into him. Holding you close and feeling you bury your face in the crook of his neck is his kryptonite, he loves it.

While he hugs you, Satoru would gently rub your back or run a hand through your hair. Or, if you just need to be held, he’ll understand. Satoru isn’t the best at communicating, but he’ll comfort you with gentle words as much as he can.

Depending on why he’s hugging you, Satoru’s hugs can be a little tight. If he’s happy, you’re gonna be seeing stars because of the lack of oxygen. If he’s a little low, it’s a lot more gentle, so much so that it startled you the first time he softly melted into you, arms snaking around your neck and pulling you in.

KYOJURO RENGOKU - BEAR HUG

Kyojuro’s hugs melt your heart faster than his flames ever could. He’s so gentle, wrapping his arms around you, one looped under your arm and the other around your shoulder as he pulled you in. His look of sympathy disappears as you fall into his chest, close to his heart as he sets yours ablaze.

Contrary to his extroverted nature, Kyojuro’s hugs are very gentle. He’s a hashira, he knows how to protect people and keep them safe. You half-expected to be squeezed to death by him, but was pleasantly surprised when you found yourself safely cooped up in his embrace.

When he hugs you, his hands instinctively move to your hair, the arm snaking around your shoulder gently moving as fingers run through your hair to soothe your woes. He’ll whisper affirmations and words of comfort to you, telling you that it’s more than okay to find yourself in a moment of vulnerability such as the ones you both share when you hug.

He’s the best hugger known to man and you cannot change my mind. He’s used to giving Senjuro lots of hugs, so he’s basically a trained professional.

KEIGO TAKAMI - WAIST HUG

Keigo loves hugging you and having you close, he’s rather protective of you and hates having you away from him. Sure, he could always send a feather to you, but that’s not close enough, even if his feathers are a part of him. If he could, he’d become one with you. After an isolating childhood, Keigo craved attention and closeness.

His arms snake around your waist, gently holding your sides as he pulls you close and wraps his wings around you, cocooning you in his warmth, the safety of his plumage. His feathers only add to the softness of the hug, their feel is great for grounding people should they need it.

When he hugs you, Keigo loves peppering you with kisses, seeing you smile and giggle in response, He loves seeing your soft, flushing face as he pecks at your cheeks and dotes on you. His favourite thing to do is give your forehead gentle kisses or caress your back with a feather or too, anything to make you feel more comfortable and safe.

He’ll whisper to you and remind you that you’re loved, that things will be okay. He’s good with words, since he interacts with his fans and other heroes a lot. Though, this doesn’t mean his words are empty, Keigo would move boulders for you. After all, with Japan’s no. 2 around, nothing would ever be able to hurt you, not when you were in his arms.

GIYUU TOMIOKA - LOCK HUG

Bless his heart, Giyuu isn’t the best at comforting people sometimes. But he tries for you, nonetheless. He’ll offer you his haori, heart melting when he sees you slide it over your shoulders before he locks your arms to your sides with a hug, His arms around yours as he pulls you into his chest with a worried expression; he’s either overthinking a little on how to help you more, or concerned for you. But, it’s definitely both.

His hugs are light as a feather, not much pressure at all. He doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, he’ll protect you no matter what. He’s proud of you, grateful that you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down in front of him, and he wants to repay you by giving you the best comfort he can muster.

When he hugs you, he’ll gently whisper to you, tell you that everything is alright, you’re safe with him. He’ll hear your soft replies, smiling to himself as he feels you nestle deep into the crook of his neck.

Giyuu’s hugs can be somewhat timid, but he’s trying his best! You’re healing together, and his hugs heal him more than recovery breathing ever could.

[nightstarbutterfly]

Two unknown streamers

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Overslept again

2. Joining the stream

3. School fair ahead!

4. You're overthinking it

5. Take a break for once

6. Mysterious person

7. Can't come to the phone leave a message

8. Pool party

9. Late night streaming

10. Why don't you show yourself

11. Hold on they sound familiar...

12. Not the time for guessing

13. Could it be...

14. Let's meet up

15. Face reveal

16. I knew it from the start

17. School fair

18. What a surprise

19. Graduation party

Valentine's Day special

Halloween special

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Gojo Satoru - "Harajuku Street Food"

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In which a certain special-grade jujutsu sorcerer stops at a street vendor's stall that catches his attention with its heavenly scent and leaves with more than just a few purchased snacks. Or; In which when buying some snacks before meeting his three first-year students, Gojo Satoru successfully acquires the number of the cute vendor that runs the stall.

                                                                                                   

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"Hey there!"

A smooth but playful voice called, drawing your attention from the portable skillet in front of you.

Looking up, you're met with a very tall man with white hair, a customer surely. However, your attention is drawn to his face, or rather, to the black blindfold that covered his eyes and forehead. Even if you couldn't see half of his face, you could still tell that he was quite handsome.

Suddenly though, a hand appears in front of your eyes and snaps a few times, breaking you from your observation. The man had leaned forward while you were distracted, his face only inches away from your own now, his nose nearly touching your own.

"Ah! S‐sorry sir! Um, what would you like? There's a wide selection of goods to choose from."

You flinch backward, quickly trying to correct your unprofessional behavior by offering the man the usual customer greeting.

The blindfolded man lets out an attractive chuckle as he places a hand on his hip; you swear you could hear him mutter a quiet 'cute'. He then turns his attention to the medium-sized menu card that you had sat to the side; perusing his options. Though it seems like he didn't need to look long as he quickly turned his attention back to you.

"Right, I'll take everything."

He spoke with a curt nod, his voice still playful but with an underlying seriousness.

You stare at him for a while; unable to process quite what he meant. What did he mean by everything? One of everything or literally everything?

"Uh... One of everything?"

You asked him cautiously, becoming nervous at the thought of having your stall picked clean so early on in the day.

The man tilts his head at you, his smile shrinking a bit, and you can only assume that he must think that you're a bit slow on the uptake. But just as quickly as it shrunk, his smile grew wide again and his chipper attitude presented itself even more prominently.

"Nope! Everything you've got! Oh, I'll take your number too while I'm at it!"

He chirped, loosely crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned forward slightly, towering over you.

You feel your face heat up at his words; you've never met someone so bold before. Quickly, you turn around and bag up all of the inventory you have so far today. Ending up with six bags, you pull out a pen and turn back to him, seeing him leaning on the stall counter.

"Here you are sir; your total is ¥59,610.80. Both cash and card are acceptable."

You told him as you handed him his bags; gently grabbing one of his wrists.

The man tilts his head again, seemingly forgetting his earlier flirt, but you only lift the pen that you had grabbed. Pulling his wrist toward you, you write your number down on the heel of his palm; face warming even further at the fact that you're committing to it.

"M‐my number, you asked for it earlier so..."

You stuttered, looking away from him in embarrassment.

He chuckles, standing up to his full height and putting his free hand in his pocket. An attractive smirk spreads across his face as he turns to leave.

"I'll definitely call you some time, you're too cute~"

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[pupkashi]

jjk 260 spoilers !!

my lover is back of course i had to write something even though im tispsy !

gojo can’t help but shoot you a cocky smile as he finds your eyes in the crowd of sorcerers, he walks pasts everyone cheering and hugging yuji, b-lining towards you.

“what, you really think I’d lost?” there’s a shit eating smirk on his face, one that softens into a love struck smile as tears form in your eyes when you hand touches his chest. his chest is firm and warm under your touch, it makes you grip the fabric of his beaten up black shirt and pull him towards you, wrapping your arms against him and squeezing as hard as you can.

“sweetheart?” he gasps, ignoring the shooting pain he feels in his sides from the injuries he’d acquired since rejoining the battle. you listen for his heartbeat, breathing a sigh of relief when you hear the rhythmic thumping against you ear.

the bottom of his shirt is torn to shreds, a jagged scar running across his entire midline is proof of shoko’s skills and satoru’s resilience. his pretty blue eyes shining down on you once more, dimples making you fall in love again.

“i love you” is all you manage to get out, too choked up and frazzled with emotions to say anything than the three words that you mean most. you don’t loosen your grip on your lover.

it’s a comfort to him as much as it was to you, especially as his arms are engulfing you, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, kissing away your tears and reassuring you he was okay.

that night satoru lays wrapped in your arms, the little spoon after so many times having been the big spoon. every one of his scars is covered with kisses from you, soft ‘i love you’s and tender touches are all his mind is full of.

satoru is back in your arms. instead of nudging him to stop snoring you smile, embracing his twitches and the tickling of his soft snowy hair against your face and neck. you hug him a little tighter, letting him stir to get more comfortable, even if it means leaving you a sliver of space on your shared king bed.

for tonight, you won’t complain and make him scoot over, inevitably ending up in the same situation mere hours later. for tonight, you hold him close, you dry your tears and appreciate what is, not what could’ve been. you kiss your lover as he sleeps.

“don’t ever leave me again, angel boy” you whisper, squeezing a bit and finally closing your eyes, lulled to sleep by satoru’s rhythmic breathing.

[bbyseok]

at first sight? — GOJO SATORU [TEASER]

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

word count: TBA (looking to be around 5k-ish??)

RELEASE DATE: NOW POSTED

content: soulmate au, gender neutral reader, minimal use of they/them pronouns for reader, but gender is not specified, sorcerer reader, fluff, angst with a happy ending, brief swearing/explicit language, implied satosugu as past soulmates: can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic, fic takes place after jjk 0 but before the show starts

analysis: this is a world filled not only with curses, but soulmates too—in which you know someone is your soulmate when you first make eye contact with them. but for your case, things can get a bit complicated when someone is wearing a blindfold.

here, in this universe, you can tell that someone is your soulmate by simply looking at them. so with that, the saying of “love at first sight” is actually pretty accurate here. you see them for the very first time and barely know the person and yet, somehow, they’re the one you’re destined to be with.

with that, you’d think it’d be pretty common for two random people to run into each other while crossing the street or something and bam! suddenly you’ve found the supposed love of your life!

and you? well, for you, that hasn’t happened yet.

to be fair, it’s not like you’re actively trying to look for your soulmate. handling curses as a jujutsu sorcerer is difficult enough. (maybe you’ll run into them one day after saving them from a curse or something. how romantic.)

it’s better to leave it up to fate. it’s fate who decided your pairing anyway, right?

your transfer to jujutsu tech had been fairly smooth. after being stationed in kyoto for a while, tokyo was a nice change of pace.

coincidentally, you had been out of the country during the incident known as the night parade of a thousand demons. a scary event that proved the threat of curse users to be formidable.

because of that, your decision to transfer to tokyo seemed like the right thing to do. and so far, it’s been decent.

it’s a nice change of scenery. the students are aspiring; while maki and megumi aren’t the friendliest, they’re warming up to you. toge and panda are gradually improving.

nanami’s pessimistic outlook on jujutsu society and shoko’s overall unenthusiastic demeanor are certainly interesting for the most part, but your coworkers are pleasant to be around.

well. except for one.

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gojo satoru knows that you are his soulmate. he has indeed known this fact right from the very start, ever since your first meeting.

even with his blindfold on, he could see your own eyes before him. his six eyes can see everything. the thing is.. he didn’t know he could have another soulmate.

his situation with geto suguru is something he doesn’t talk about with anyone. maybe shoko at times, but even then, it’s rare. it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but it’s pretty hard to talk about.

after suguru defected, gojo could still obviously feel their bond. even though they were no longer together as the strongest duo, did it really matter when their souls were still connected to one another? it was a factor that played in avoiding (and perhaps meeting up with) each other as the years went by.

satoru felt their bond die that day after the events with okkotsu and rika. and it had frightened him. that lingering presence of the bond was no longer there.

so imagine his surprise when he sees you.

a new sorcerer in kyoto, now transferred to tokyo. normally, gojo doesn’t seek out the new recruits, but yaga had dragged him over regardless. besides, he might as well get to know his possible assistant teacher that would be helping him out with the new first years.

“i guess i can check out some new faces,” he relented with a sigh, adjusting his blindfold and looking to the side as yaga’s steps slowed as they approached you.

gojo rolled his eyes–not that you’d see it anyway–as yaga introduced you with your name and your sorcerer grade. he stopped to stand next to the principal.

you extended your hand to offer a handshake, and gojo finally turned his head.

that feeling as his gaze fell upon yours beneath the blindfold was familiar—frighteningly so—and unfamiliar at the same time. as if he could breathe for the first time in ages. your eyes are unaware, but they’re so revealing to him.

satoru stuttered in his movements, reluctantly taking your hand. the skin that touched yours felt like it was on fire. he briefly held on to see if you felt it too.

but you simply smiled up at him.

“it’s nice to meet you, gojo,” you said, blissfully unaware of the revelation currently dawning on the man before you and the turmoil it brought as he abruptly retracted his arm back.

gojo stiffened. he merely offered a curt nod before turning on heel and walking away briskly. he could faintly hear yaga protest about his sudden departure before apologizing to you hastily. satoru shook his head.

how was this be possible? how could the universe give him two soulmates? he didn’t even know that was a thing that could happen. he wondered if there had been a similar occurrence before.

gojo couldn’t help but feel nauseous. was this the world playing some sort of sick, cruel joke on him? or was it perhaps giving him a second chance?

and truthfully, it wasn’t like gojo even wanted another soulmate. not after what he had been through with suguru. he hadn’t given it much thought.

was it really worth it?

what if he couldn’t protect you too?

so satoru had decided on one thing that day. the blindfold stays on. concealing his eyes from the world not only for him, but for your sake too. he was certain in his choice; he would never tell you the truth.

as far as you were concerned, you haven’t met your soulmate yet.

and never will.

[END OF TEASER]

a/n: hi ! thanks for reading the teaser !! this is my first jjk/gojo fic so im excited to post it soon. im thinking about adding a tag list since a few people were suggesting it, so feel free comment if you want to be included <33

[mymessyfandomlibrary]

Salt & Sugar

Featuring; Gojo Satoru x GN!Barista! Reader

Rating; SFW

Other Notes; this was prompted after I thought of some dialogue and went, 'Yeah, that fits for Satoru.' I may build on this in the future.

Word Count; 540 (it's short)

Link to Masterlist

You were supposed to have the day off, but a coworker called in sick, and you were short on funds anyway so you jumped at the chance even though you could be spending today doing fun and very important things (aka doing absolutely nothing). And the day so far had gone well, you even got to catch up with a few regulars — nothing more than idle small talk, still pleasant conversation though.

Your break was coming up, only five more minutes before you could sit down in the back, scarf back some pastries and chug a scorching cup of coffee. Just five more minutes.

The telltale ring of the door opening alerted you that someone had walked in, and you paused your changing of the coffee pots to side eye the newcomer.

Literally a newcomer, at least you had never seen the guy before, because it was really hard to miss him.

You walked back behind the cash, and waited as the stranger looked over the menu. Or, well, you assumed he looked at the menu since his eyes were covered by large sunglasses.

“One coffee and a dozen mochi,” the stranger — customer — stated.

No please. You internally noted, already getting a read on the guy. Annoying.

“Name? Sugar–” you started asking, but you weren’t able to finish before the guy gave you a large grin.

“We’ve only just met, but yes?”

You stood in silence for a brief moment, your customer service smile still on your face but you could sense an eye twitch wanting to ruin your facade. “Sugar, milk, cream,” you calmly listed, “do you want any in your coffee?”

The man didn’t look any different after you clarified your statement, still looking smug. “Sugar and cream,” he responded, thinking a bit. “Make it out to ‘Sugar’ though.”

“ … alright then,” you said in your ‘clearly done but I value my job’ customer service voice and smile.

Looking at the clock, you cursed the slow moving thing, since you still had four minutes of dealing with this guy. Instead of dwelling on it though, you picked and boxed the mochi and made his coffee, adding some extra satchels of sugar and cups of cream since he never stated how many he wanted, before writing in your smallest writing where it was nearly illegible Sugar.

“Coffee with sugar and cream. Dozen mochi,” you dryly stated, not reading out the name since he was the only customer in line.

He ignored you.

You cleared your throat, letting your annoyance be known. “Coffee with sugar and cream. Dozen mochi for Sugar,” you laced the Sugar with distaste.

He took his sweet time walking over, even though he could have gotten there faster with his long legs — why did he have to be tall on top of choosing to be a little shit?

Instead of saying anything to further irritate you though, he took his drink and sweets, paid for his order, and left without another word. If you were paying attention to him and not eyeballing the clock to see that your break was now — thank goodness — you would have seen the small smile he wore and the generous tip he left.

'For Salt.'

That could wait for later though.

[emmyrosee]

tw // hangovers! gn, but make it with ✨lipstick✨

Waking up in the morning, your head spins at the sensation of trying to lift it up, eyes crossing and a wave of fatigue washing over you. You screw your eyes shut and pull the covers higher on your shoulder, wanting the day to go away, and it hasn’t even started yet.

With your movements, the arms snugly around your waist tighten, clearly not ready to let you go about your day, and you curl your back against Satoru, the smell of his stale cologne filling your senses, and it’s the only thing that seems to ground you back to a state without the feeling of exhaustion in your muscles.

“Stop squirming,” Satoru whines, burying his face between your neck and shoulder. You giggle at the feeling of his nose nudging at you, and you opt to flip on your side to face him.

By this point, his face relaxed back out, lips smooshed against the pillow and eyes closed easily. His breath is evened out enough where he’s teetering the line of sleep again, and you try to focus your eyes on him, screwing them shut from the headache that plagues you.

“I don’t ever want to get up,” you grumble.

“Then let’s not,” he agrees.

You manage to force your eyes back open to focus on him again, hoping to catch him back in your dreams.

But your brows furrow as you’re finally able to fixate on his face, little rashes littering his pretty pale skin sporadically.

You blink in confusion, the spinning of the room coming to a halt at your concern.

But the spots on his face are too irregular, too bright and too… colorful? to be a rash.

You get a brief glimpse back into last night, being picked up by Satoru at some point and sponging kisses everywhere your lips could reach.

It’s lipstick.

He never washed off your affections. Either being too tired, or as a reminder he loves receiving them.

Your hands gently trace over the small kiss marks on his face, smiling softly when your nail fingers the divots of the lip marks. His face twitches, and you plant a loving kiss to his nose for being brought home safely.

“Go away,” he mumbles, but you both know if you did try to leave, he’d whine and grumble. So, instead, you curl closer to him, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“Who the hell’s been kissing you?” You tease, and an easy smirk splays over his handsome cheeks. “Got color all over this pretty face.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t keep your lips offa me last night.” He lets his big eyes slowly flutter open before leaning forwards to kiss you. “Barely let me take the lipstick off, you were obsessed with me.”

“That’s how I know I was drunk.”

He gives you a fake laugh before stretching softly and engulfing you in his limbs once again, “I’m just glad it was me and no one else.”

“You and I know you’d kill anyone who had a kiss mark on their cheek.”

He chuckles and you plant a small kiss to one of the marks on his cheeks, and he sighs happily, “I sure would, babe.

“Don’t you forget it.”

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[darlingaether]

I do adore

❧ summary: In which Satoru Gojo is hopelessly in love with you.

❧ cw: fluff, gn!reader x gojo satoru, short… not proofread!

❧a/n: my first work on here! I’m hoping to post more in the future. I love Satoru sm <33

Gojo Satoru adores you; this is a known fact to seemingly everyone but you.

When you talk about something you’re passionate about, he can’t help but stare. The twinkle in your eyes as you chat excitedly, moving your hands around in a flurry, has his heart fluttering and a dopey smile rising to his lips.

He laughs it off when you finally notice and gives you a light shove on the shoulder, giving some lame excuse before moving onto the next topic.

His favorite color? He spends so much time staring at your eyes, how could it be anything else? But, the absolute favorite shade would be the color of your eyes when the sun reflects in them. And his second favorite color? Well, the shade of your lips of course.

The first time you called him “‘toru” in that voice of yours he adores? He promptly tripped down the last two steps of the stairs you two were descending. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but he secretly was glad when he heard that sweet laugh escape your lips, even if it was directed at him.

He likes how nicely you seem to compliment each other. Where you’re quiet, he’s more talkative. He can handle the cold pretty well, but he brings a jacket anyway because he knows you can’t. The way you look in his jacket has that fluttering feeling returning, and he wonders what else of his you would look good in.

But he adores messing with you—the way your eyes widen slightly and your face changes into that flustered look before rolling your eyes at him? Oh, he wonders how you’d react if he just kissed you then and there.

But somehow, when he does actually muster up the courage to admit his feelings to you, you admit them first. The way you, who was normally so perfectly composed, stuttered over your words as you gripped his wrist and let all your feelings come rushing out? Oh, that lit up his heart as he cupped your face and finally pressed your lips together.

The feeling of your lips pressed against his? Forever imprinted in his mind, especially when your lips curled into that smile.

And he could deal with the way his friends teased him afterwards, claiming he'd become even more insufferable. But he can’t help it; he adores every little thing about you.

[workingbynyx]

Words I Held Back — Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

× :: summary — satoru is gone and sukuna remains victorious while you had to stay on the sidelines, however, a note managed to find its way into your pocket– what could it be?

× :: pairing — gojo satoru x gn!reader

× :: genre — angst, oneshot

× :: warning (s) — some ooc and oos instances!

× :: a/n — aaaand we're back in the game after months of disappearing 😎 hey folks! i'm gonna have to start yall off with a recent hyperfixation of mine (aka jjk) about our glorious blue eyed king 🙏🏻 this is my first time writing some angst and about anime, so apologies in advance! i'm also sorry if this was pretty short :<

now that satoru was gone, you felt as if a big part of your soul was gone too. it didn't feel real, it didn't feel possible but sukuna managed to do the impossible. you were angry at yourself, you should've been there with him— everyone should've been. you were in complete shock, you wanted to blame yourself but there was no time to even mourn the loss of satoru gojo, you had to help shoko with other injured people that needed your assistance.

tears wouldn't stop falling down your cheeks, they all fell on their own thinking about him alone. you worked on patching up sorcerers although they couldn't help but notice how stained with tears your face was while you cleaned their wounds in a blank expression. you never bothered to wipe them on your own since new patients are coming in every second, you had to put them first before yourself.

eventually, you stood up to get yourself a nice cup of tea to calm your nerves. however, you felt a piece of paper in the depths of your pocket when you placed your hands in them. you carefully fished it out and noticed a something written in them. you gasped under your breath when you realized who it's from...

"y/n, it's satoru.

if you're seeing this then that probably means i'm in shinjuku right now~ i wrote this letter for you to read since i know how anxious you get in serious missions that involved special grades. i also wanted to write this letter because, well, i've been meaning to tell you something for a while now actually. these are the words i held back, y/n. i never had the guts to tell you in person so this is probably the only reasonable way of letting you know. you've always been the source of my motivation to keep going, you kept my world spinning even if it was slowly caving in towards me. you made me realize how much my worth is as a person... as my self, and i'd like to thank you for that.

right now, i'm fighting in that city for everyone. i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if i died on that field and leave you like that without any further explanation, i'm really sorry. but at least i died knowing i've fought and gave my all for the person i love earnestly. i remember when we were still first years and you've only then discovered your true cursed technique with me, you were so happy. i fell in love with you right there and then. i didn't think it would be possible for somebody like me to develop these feelings for you, i didn't want to admit it because i know i wasn't strong enough yet to protect you. i thought i needed to prove myself first to be worth of your love, but i realized that i already was even if i didn't. that was foolish of me, wasn't it? hahaha

i guess i was also scared, most of the people i loved are always harmed or endangered, so all i really wanted was to keep you safe in this cruel world, free from danger like me. love is the most twisted curse of them all, but here i am completely bewitched by you. whatever our fate may be, i only wish for your happiness to be found— even if it's not with me. you probably already know what i'm about to tell you but you always forget (dumbass !) sleep on time, eat on time and remember that you're the strongest.. second after me though of course :P

let's talk when i get back!

— g. s. "

you completely broke down by the end, sinking onto the floor on your knees as tears slowly stained the paper. your heart shattered into pieces like glass when everything finally caught up to you, why must the world be so cruel? nanami, haibara, suguru, and now satoru. one by one, everyone is being taken from you without any reason why other than beastly curses being bloodthirsty for murder and power. satoru deserved to live longer away from constant danger, he deserved the happiness that was ripped from him a long time ago.

the both of you could've lived a wonderful life together, but all of that was gone in a flash.

"satoru... i didn't k-know... i'm really sorry" you muttered under your breath, your nails digging into the skin of your thigh. your hands then came up towards your face in attempt to muffle your sobbing. shaking hands, silent cries and heavy tears falling, the folded letter abandoned in front of you as guilt slowly consumed you inside.

from that day on, gojo satoru was dead.

[queenendless]

Giddy Giant

Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !

Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.

Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.

Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.

*DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY AND/OR EDIT MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT, REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW, THNX.

Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.

But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.

So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.

To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.

Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.

You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.

Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.

But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.

The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.

And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.

For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.

His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.

You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.

Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.

His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.

Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.

“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”

Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.

Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.

He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”

“Careful what you wish for.”

Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.

“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”

Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.

“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.

“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”

You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.

“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”

Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.

“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.

“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”

“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.

“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.

His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.

After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.

Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”

He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.

“Welcome home.”