#i love you gojo

[lysatoru]

when men offer you drinks in a night club

female pronouns, mention of being drunk, night club au

sukuna, geto, nanami, toji, gojo

DON’T MIND THE HOUR TOP RIGHT, PRETEND ITS LIKE 4AM

I’M ON THE PART2 OF ‘THINK OF ME ONCE IN A WHILE TAKE CARE’, IT MIGHT DROP TONIGHT OR TOMORROW

[wannabepoeticischiya]

Weak

[ 01 ] — there's someone at the door

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"Is Gojō-sensei your ex or something?"

[Name] chucked at his accusation before letting out a loud rueful laugh.

"Boyfriend?! HAH! I'd rather be cursed a million times over than be with that conceited, narcissistic, eyeglasses freak!"

ao3: weak pairing: gojo satoru x f! reader genre: romance wc: 18.7k ++ status: ongoing

A knock echoed shattered the eerie silence blanketing a messy apartment. Mountains of dirty clothes and towers of empty ramen cups stood like landmarks, boxes accompanied by plastic bags from online shopping littered her floors like leaves on a wide lake.

"Yes... wait just a second." 

A woman hurriedly flattened out her bed hair and rushed to get the door, occasionally tripping, and stumbling as her feet made contact with stacks of untouched letters and paperwork.

The knocking continued, getting frantic and erratic by the second. "HOLD YOUR HORSES!!! I'M ALREADY ON MY WAY!"

She peeled away the stray toilet paper that stuck to the base of her foot and swung the door open, half expecting it to be the pizza delivery guy or the postman but instead, she was met by three young students from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical School.

She slammed the door shut and grumbled to herself, leaning against the only thing separating her from a thousand memories. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as all the air she breathed felt stuck behind her throat, and before she knew it, she was back in that cold, lonely place. She wanted to walk away, perhaps flee to the nearest fire escape—to run as far as she could and ignore the vigorous banging on her entryway—but the faint scent of cursed energy wafted to her nose.

Are you kidding me? My landlord is totally gonna sue me!

The woman found herself caught between two equally unpleasant alternatives. On one hand, indulging a few brats didn’t look like it was too much of a hassle—she could kill them if it ever came down to it; burn the evidence, and be done with it—but these were sorcerer brats, there was no telling what the results would be, no matter which direction her interaction with them took place. Or she could escape to the nearest exit, pay for renovation with the money she doesn’t have, risk getting kicked out, and therefore have to sleep on the streets. 

That sounds absolutely terrible…

As much as the woman did not want to face confrontation, the idea of sleeping on the streets felt like too much. I can handle a few kids, no biggie. Bracing herself, she swung open the door once more and caught the fist that was aimed to break her doorway.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" She snarled, tightening her grip on the poor boy's clenched hand.

"(L/n) (Y/n)-san?" His brown-haired companion questioned, holding a hammer and a nail, cautiously pointing it at the mysterious older woman.

The short girl painfully reminded her of someone she once knew. They both had the same short hair, equally hopeful sparkle in their eyes, and that annoying persistent demeanor. She hated it.

"Who else?" She surmised, eventually freeing the boy's throbbing hand and menacingly glaring at the rest of his sorcerer friends.

"Can we come in?"

(L/n)'s eyes landed on the boy with black hair, his appearance looking somewhat familiar to her, the older woman just couldn’t put her thoughts when exactly had she seen someone look like that.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and left the door wide open, her figure soon disappearing behind the landscape of her mess. The sooner she got these little trolls out of her hair, the sooner she could get back to her life.

The three students awkwardly walked through her apartment, trying their best not to judge the young adult or let out any mean or inappropriate comments.

Their eyes scanned their surroundings, in simple terms... everything was a mess. Everything. The television was carelessly placed on the table, lights were continuously flickering on and off, there was a leak on the far-left ceiling, water pooling on the red basin that was left there to do all the work, letters and papers were scattered everywhere, some were opened, some were crumpled and some were ripped to shreds. Her walls held all sorts of cursed spirits' heads, all assumed to be preserved or stuffed.

The lady emerged from her kitchen hallway, balancing three glasses of juice in one hand without breaking a sweat. The three broke their gazes off the odd choice of decoration and instead focused on the owner.

"What'd ya come here for, hmm?" She gestured to the—surprisingly clean—couch, the students awkwardly obliging to her offer.

"Gojō-sensei is sick."

(L/n) raised an eyebrow at the boy, she wasn't one for small talk but his straightforward approach had caught her off-guard, nonetheless. "And this is my concern, how?" She questioned.

"Well, we heard—"(L/n) raised her hand and Fix-it Felix immediately shut her mouth.

"Let me rephrase the question," she began, her eyes taking on a colder glint, and her voice modulating to a less friendly tone. "What makes you think that I have ties to this Gojō guy?"

"We heard him mumbling your name in his sleep." Kirby hurriedly replied, placing the now empty glass on the table before him.

"He kept calling for someone called (L/n) (Y/n)."

"He's sick." JoJo McDodd added.

(Y/n) wanted to deny their accusations, say that she wasn’t who they thought she was, that the person they were looking for was dead, or that she was a hundred million miles away. But Thor over here had confirmed her identity the moment she opened her door, and the obvious signs that she was indeed a sorcerer (her less-than-aesthetic choice of trophies) were arranged all over her tiny living hole. They caught her between a rock and a hard place, or in this case, a sorry excuse that they wouldn’t buy, or the truth.

(Y/n) scoffed at it all: the revelation, her foolishness, and above all the ability of Gojo Satoru to be less than a sorry excuse of a human being. Of course, he would—that stupid bloke. "Yeah, he’s sick,” she agreed not a moment later, “sick in the head." (Y/n) sneered.

The woman sighed, the sooner you get this over with, the sooner they can leave, her fingers irritatingly pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look," she began, "Gojō Satoru doesn't get 'sick'." Her fingers quoted the word sick, hoping to emphasize her point so that these demon spawns could get it.

"If he claims that he is, he's probably referring to it metaphorically." She lectured, wanting to add more but suppressing the urge to do so.

The first years could only tilt their heads and stare at her, eyes brimming with confusion.

(Y/n) sighed, "Maybe, he's implying that he's sick of everyone and everything being weaker than him," she suggested, adding a few more words under her breath, something that did not quite reach the ears of the three first years.

It's always been like that anyway.

"But he really is though! He's bedridden, (L/n)-san." (Y/n)’s patience wasn’t long enough to begin with, but with all these incessant pleas and unwelcome beseeching, it was burning far too quickly for her liking.

"Why don't you ask Ieri to check on him?"

"She did.” Marshall Lee confirmed, “But after a while, she told us to go and look for you."

Why Shoko? I thought we got along...

"Is Gojō-sensei your ex or something?" Pink Panther brought to light the idea he and his two companions theorized ever since they heard the older woman’s name escape their teacher’s lips (though unconsciously). Curiosity and wonder glinted in his eyes as Amy Rose the Second and Nergal Jr. glared and prayed for him to shut his rat hole and take a hint. At the very least, they wanted to leave this place in one piece. 

(Y/n) chucked at his accusation before letting out a loud, rueful laugh.

"Boyfriend?! HAH! I'd rather be cursed a million times over than be with that conceited, narcissistic, eyeglasses freak!" She cruelly denied, eyes burning and overflowing with hatred and something that can only be described as regret and sorrow.

Tch... you just have to ruin my life again, huh? No matter, that's all you'll ever be good at, anyway.

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[tomiokagojo]

2 gojo doodles from 2day i really liked🫣

[odeggy]

me and bro saw a gojo cosplayer after Ricky Montgomery...

"GOJOOO"

Gojo started running to us before turning back to his friends

"I LOVE YOU GOJO" -bro

"I LOVE YOU TOO RANDO" -gojo

[kasiers]

i'm thinking so much about deadpool!gojo , i wanna write for him so bad but idkk what 😫😫

he's so fine and so boyfriend omfg. i love the fanarts i'm seeing so MUCHH

[sweetheartmotives]

Me after seeing gojo fans [mostly @yxami ]

[friesbeforeliess]

I don’t usually like character x reader fics but this one might the be ONLY exception because OMG

"Please, I highly doubt there is anyone out there that I could actually date and be happy with."

Gojo doesn't exactly remember how he, Suguru, and Shoko got into such a conversation, but here they were anyway.

Suguru grinned at his friend, "really Satoru? The world is a big place, maybe you just haven't met them yet."

"Yeah," Shoko started, "they could be anywhere. You may even meet them today."

Satoru scoffed and stood up from his desk. His chair being pushed back as he held his arms out.

"Fine! Watch this!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"If there is a god out there, please let the love of my life that i will spend eternity with and love till my last breath and even in death fall into my arms right this very instant!"

After a few seconds, Gojo smirked, "see? Nothing happened!"

Shoko sighed, "thats not what i-"

There was a sudden crack in the ceiling. The floor shaking slightly as if someone was thrown right onto the roof. Which was when the three sensed a cursed spirit and a sorcerer fighting just outside. But before anyone could move, the ceiling gave way and someone fell right into Gojo's outstretched arms.

"Oh wow, nice catch," you said as if you weren't thrown so hard to the point that your body went straight through the roof.

Gojo couldn't keep his mouth from falling open as he continued to stare at your smiling face.

Both Suguru and Shoko snickered at the sight.

"Looks like your prayer was answered after all, Satoru."

"Huh? Prayer?"

You glanced around the room before you felt Gojo's grip tighten around you causing you to look back up at him.

"Marry me."

"...hah?"

Fic Masterlist (yep! It's a ficヽ(*´▽)ノ♪ now)

[mirrorblou]

i had never been cured of a moment of depression so quickly

[lysatoru]

I just read your texting fic where we get free drinks, I was giggling at Tojis part lol.

I’m gonna be honest I was sweating throughout it though because I’m gonna be honest, I’ve never had alcohol in my life, yet the first thing that went through my mind is “what if someone spiked it?” Aside from that I loved the fic!

if you don’t feel pressured, can you do a “what if” someone spiked the drinks or something? If not it’s alright, just a suggestion because that was running through my mind throughout the reading

hello! thank you for your request i loved it! it took me so long to write it because i was really busy!!😭 tell me if you like it!

someone spiked my drink !

mention of drugs

toji, nanami, geto, sukuna, gojo

a little text au! requests are always open! if you have text au ideas, tell me! i’m running out of ideas😭

[wannabepoeticischiya]

ao3: weak pairing: gojo satoru x f! reader genre: romance wc: 18.7k ++ status: ongoing

"Is Gojō-sensei your ex or something?"

[Name] chucked at his accusation before letting out a loud rueful laugh.

"Boyfriend?! HAH! I'd rather be cursed a million times over than be with that conceited, narcissistic, eyeglasses freak!"

─── chapter list: 7/? ─── ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ there's someone at the door ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ it all started at the end ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the obnoxious and the brute ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ an offer she could definitely not refuse ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ pure, unbridled rage ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the line of idiots ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ beacon for destruction ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ UP NEXT: it's like you create trouble for a living

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[nalonzooo]

you ever like someone so much

[makesyouevil]

snow day ☃️

[sweetheartmotives]

Nap time! Daddy's snoozing for a bit :P

[teddybeartoji]

satoru laughing shakily when you're giving him a handjob.. when you're edging him. every time he squeezes his eyes shut, his orgasm so close that he can taste it, you take your hand off of him. ghosting your fingers over the underside of his cock, you giggle at the way it jumps and the next thing you know, he's cumming all over his tummy. you stare at him with big eyes, lips pulled into a teasing grin.

leaning down, you lick some of the liquid off of his happy trail, winking at him when he twitches under you.

"did my smile make you cum, baby?" you purr at him. "is that all it took... "

the sheepish grin that makes its way onto his flushed, fucked out face fills your stomach with butterflies. he raises a hand to your cheek, stroking your soft skin with his thumb as he eyes you with the most lovesick expression in the world.

"yeah... "

[obsesssedblerd]

“Oh, Nanaminnnn!” 

At the familiar, cheery voice, Kento looks up to see no one other than Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of his office with his usual grin. “Saw with my Six Eyes that you came to fill out those reports here instead of doing it from home. Been so long since you showed your face here and—” He cuts himself off with an excited gasp, then walks closer as his smile grows wider. “You brought my little mochi!”

In Kento’s left arm, his daughter—who had woken up from her nap about ten minutes ago—coos excitedly when Satoru enters her vision, reaching her hands towards him. “Well, hello there, sweetheart! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” He slides his hands under her plush arms, then picks her up, skillfully—and safely, Kento notes—holding her in his arms. Tiny hands brush against Satoru’s blindfold, and he lifts it so his niece can see his blue eyes. They immediately soften when the baby girl laughs when he gently tickles her tummy. 

It’s so cute that Kento can’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting. 

“Wait—Did I hear that right?! Nanamin’s here?!” 

“Itadori, wait for us!” 

“Kugisaki, you dropped your bag—Oh, come on, guys, slow down!” 

Rapid footsteps approach, then the three first years appear at the door, gasping in unison. 

“Oh, my gosh!” Yuuji, the pink-haired teenager shouts as he points at the baby in Satoru’s arms. “Nanamin, when did you have a baby?!” 

Nobara’s question comes a split-second after Yuuji’s is finished. “Is that why [Y/L/N]-sensei quit a while ago?!” 

Megumi walks to stand beside Satoru to analyze the little bundle in his teacher’s arms. “She’s… adorable.” He mumbles, gently smiling when she wraps her hand around his finger. “Very adorable. She has [Y/L/N]-sensei’s laugh.”

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Satoru asks, proudly showing her off to the first years. “So sweet and friendly, just like her Uncle Gojo.” 

“Hopefully she won’t be as reckless as you,” Kento says as he holds his hands out, and Satoru returns his daughter to him. “[Y/N] and I already believe that she’ll be the exact opposite of me.” 

Yuuji sits beside Kento to get a closer look at her. “She’s so cute. How old is she, Nanamin?” 

“Four months as of yesterday.” 

Nobara crosses her arms and pouts. “How come only he knew?” She asks, gesturing to Satoru. 

“Well, when I had to go away on a long mission, she was only a month old,” Kento explains. “He kept an eye on her and [Y/N] for me; made sure that they were both safe. I’m very grateful. We had plans to tell you about our daughter soon.” 

“Where is she now?” Megumi asks. 

“At home. I wanted her to have the morning and most of the afternoon to herself. I’ll be heading back shortly.” 

Satoru and the students share similar looks with each other, and Kento knows what they want to ask. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. “Hi, baby,” you greet when the line connects, “how’s our girl?” 

“Hi, love. She’s amazing, as always,” he says as he looks down, playfully poking the little one’s nose. “I’m with Gojo and our students. They want to know if it’s alright to come and see you.” 

“We’ll cook dinner if you’re too tired!” Nobara chimes in hopefully.

“Actually, better yet, I can just order something for everyone,” Satoru suggests. 

“And we’ll clean up,” Yuuji and Megumi say at the same time. 

You laugh, then answer Kento, “That’s more than alright. Bring them here.” 

“Thought you’d say that. See you in a bit.” 

“Yes!” Yuuji cheers. “Alright, I’m gonna ride with Nanamin so I can sit next to the baby!” 

Nobara glares at him. “Not if I get to the car first!!” 

When they sprint out the door, Megumi groans before rushing after them. “Didn’t I just tell you guys to slow down? We’re going to the same place!” 

Satoru laughs, then waits for Kento to finish up so they can walk out together. 

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there was an ask in my inbox requesting a cute drabble for dad! nanami ft. gojo (as a trusted friend of his) and the first years, but it disappeared. hope u like it, anon <3