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chuluoyi · 3 months

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Hey you!! I am still a bit quite new to the jjk fandom and everything going around but i am reading tons of things and your page became my fave in like a blink of an eye, no joke!!! Like i swear everything you write with Gojo goes through my soul and beyond🔥💕 i was thinking if you would maybe sometime take on the idea of how would Gojo react if his wife/gf is pregnant and him the protective dude he is, looses his shit when she gets hurt (either random or an a mission)?and taking care of her after.

Also i hope you are well and send you all the hugs and love i can give from where I am💜💜💜

࿐ ࿔ before the dawn

tw: pregnancy, mentions of blood, satosugu angst, hurt/comfort. goes through your soul and beyond? omg that’s the highest praise🤧 oh and hurt/comfort is actually my roman empire! to fit in love entries, i have to put it in the jjk0 timeline... and also sending love for you too nonnie!! this is so sweet aww thank you🫶🏻✨

a part of gojo's love entries

“…geto suguru is going to unleash curses in tokyo and kyoto.”

you stood still, suddenly feeling like your world had crashed. you blinked at what ichiji had just said after stuttering many times. “huh? geto… suguru?”

you just had your prenatal checkup with shoko, and you had suspected something serious had been going on by the grim way she looked and how she tried to evade your questions. satoru too had been kind of busy these past few days, and he was sorry to leave you more often because of “a business he had to take care of.”

so this was the business.

“how? why?” you asked ichiji with widened eyes, the horror dawning on you surely and fast. “how is he—doesn’t that mean… he’s— he’s going to be hunted down?”

that was a stupid question. suguru had been a criminal for ten years, of course they were going to catch him. it shouldn’t be new, you knew it. but this was an act of terrorism. this was the gravest and he could—suguru could…

three years of your and satoru’s youth flashed in your mind. the laughs. the memories. how? why must everything escalate this way?

“they’re g-going to… eliminate him.” ichiji looked down with regret, swallowing hard as he told you this. “gojo-san… he’s going to participate in the battle too.”

hearing that, suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. another reality crashed: satoru could end up murdering his best friend.

almost immediately, your womb clenched and throbbed with such intensity that your breath hitched, and you lurched forward, gripping onto ichiji’s arm tightly—

“ahh!” a scream tore its way out of your throat as you crumbled to the ground. the vice-like gripping pressure that assailed you sent waves of pain coursing through your belly and there was something wet and scarlet trickling down your legs.

blood. you wheezed, whimpered and your voice came out in panicked gasps. “b-baby… my baby—!”

“i will get you to ieiri-san!” ichiji immediately carried you back to shoko’s infirmary, trying not to turn into a blubbering mess. your anguished cries resonated through the quiet hall as you held onto your spasming abdomen, and ichiji could only pray with all his heart that you would be okay… or else gojo would definitely have his head.

he was informed through a phone call, that you passed out due to shock.

satoru felt his ears ring. everything blanked out afterwards. you were bleeding. you and your baby were bleeding. you weren’t supposed to and he wasn’t even there.

you were already so far along in your pregnancy and there was only a little over two months left before your due date. despite the impulse to scream at ichiji for subjecting you to such shocking news, he realized it would be futile, because in the end, you deserved to know.

he dashed towards the infirmary, the bandages on his eyes unraveling to reveal the bright glint of his six eyes as he met shoko’s stern gaze.

“where is she?” his voice came out ragged, almost in a growl, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

his remaining friend solemnly guided him towards your room and he wasted no time to rush inside, heart in his throat to make sure that no harm had come to either you or his baby.

“...satoru?” you were sitting on the bed, still pale, the swell of your belly was prominent even under the blankets. he looked at you with a mix of fright and concern and pulled you into his arms, breathing in your scent.

“you alright?” he inquired, voice softened exponentially as he pressed kisses on your head. “does it still hurt anywhere?”

“no, shoko has—”

“your belly no longer hurts? baby okay?” his palm brushed against your abdomen, lips tugged into a very concerned frown, and when the baby kicked him was when satoru could finally heave a sigh of relief.

“you scared me so much,” he whispered into your ear in a rasp and a sigh, before squeezing his eyes shut and reveling in your familiar warmth. one of his hands rested on where your baby was, to feel his twists and turns inside you, while the other continued to hold you in his embrace.

“satoru…” you mumbled, leaning against his sturdy chest and sensing the rapid beats of his heart. you felt exhausted and guilty for having mortified him, but you must clarify one thing. “they said… geto will curse everyone… is that true?”

his heart sank at your innocent question. “for now… can we just stay like this? i will answer you later, but for now…”

and you indulged him. over the years, you learned that satoru needed assurance in physical form more than you did. your heart fluttered as he patted your back and rubbed your belly many times, his worry crystal clear.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t here… and i’m sorry that i tried to hide it from you,” he began. “in my defense, i don’t want you to put you through more stress. you have our baby to worry about already.”

as he explained things to you afterwards—about how your once kind, respected senior was now radically persistent in his pursuit of eradicating non-sorcerers and targeted yuta, your eyes watered with tears once again.

“can you stop him?” your lower lip trembled, beginnings of sobs welling up within you. “satoru… he’s… was—your best friend…”

geto suguru was an undeniable part of your vibrant youth. a part of you never got over how he decided to abandon everything during your last year of high school.

and you knew that your husband too must feel the same, with how crestfallen he looked now. it was the greatest betrayal for him to see the only person who understood him branched away to the worst path possible.

“shh... sweets, look,” satoru made you face him, the blue of his eyes darkening as he joined both of your hands together in his, dropping down on one knee before you. “for now, please— please, just focus on yourself. i don’t want you to get hurt.”

“but—”

“i won’t be able to forgive myself if you or our baby are not the slightest bit fine.”

you went silent at that. gojo satoru never showed his weakness to anyone, and with you, rarely. yet, in this moment, he appeared vulnerable, confessing that losing the only thing that kept him sane—this little family you made—would be unbearable.

“i’m fine, i promise,” you reassured, pulling your hand away before wrapping your arms around his neck, seeking his comfort and letting your tears to finally fall freely. “i’m sorry for earlier…”

“don’t. i should’ve told you sooner, that way you wouldn’t bleed,” satoru firmly rebuked in a grave tone, his voice tinged with self-deprecation as he hugged you again in return, stroking your hair. “did it hurt much? you must’ve been so terrified…”

“i was spooked, but we’re fine…”

“i’m going to take leave for the next few days, yeah? we’re going to be together. i can't—in this state of mind—leave you alone.”

the thought of potentially losing your baby filled him with terror. everything else be damned—including suguru’s atrocities, he had to take care of you first.

because you were the one who stood by his side when his world was at its darkest—you had came to him with the light of the dawn. he was forever grateful to you for becoming the apple of his eye, mending his broken heart, and ultimately becoming his everything.

he wouldn't let anything happen to you. that was his vow to himself. and he was a man of his word.

. . .

it didn't occur to you until much, much later, after all was said and done—after you were notified of suguru's death on december 24, that his mind had been set since then, because satoru had never promised you that he would be able to stop him.

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asdfghjklmals · 28 days

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GRADUATION✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. mentions mental health. WORD COUNT: 3.4k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. lover girl!oc. high school lovers.

SYNOPSIS: satoru and oc gojo girlfriend finally graduate from tokyo jujutsu high school! AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy easter and graduation season for those who are graduating this year! 💚 i realized that when i was writing this, oc gojo girlfriend loves satoru so much. i used to write that satoru loved her more, but after this fic, i'm not so sure lol. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions, please do!

tokyo jujutsu high library

“who’s most likely to be on the bachelor?” you asked your bestfriend, shoko ieiri.

even though he wasn’t graduating this year, you and shoko both said in unison, “kento nanami.”

you giggled at the thought of how uncomfortable nanami would be as a bachelor contestant, “you know nanami would absolutely hate being on the bachelor though.”

shoko nodded her head in agreement while reading the other high school superlatives. “what about life of the party?”

again in unison, “satoru gojo.”

“how about this one?” shoko asked, “most likely to sleep through an earthquake.”

“if that’s not me, it has to be tsumiki.” you laughed out loud, knowing that your sleep was sacred to you and nothing could wake you up, “—and worst case of senioritis goes to you, shoko.”

shoko couldn’t disagree with that superlative. she grinned and read the next prompt.

“cutest couple obviously goes to you and gojo.” shoko chuckled before sighing. she pursed her lips, “ah—best bromance…”

“you already know who that should’ve went to,” you said with a soft frown, “satoru has been having a hard time this week—he thinks he’s good at hiding his emotions from me, but i know him too well.”

this week was your graduation ceremony for your whopping class of 3 tokyo jujutsu high sorcerers. jujutsu high school graduations weren’t that big of a celebration like most traditional high school graduations, but it was still important for the school to commemorate their young sorcerers on graduating—and also even making it to graduation given the dangers of being a sorcerer.

suguru geto, who was also known as satoru’s other half, his one and only, wasn’t able to be here to graduate with you, shoko, and satoru due to his decision to go his own way. suguru had a different vision in life, and he decided to leave everything behind to achieve it—including leaving behind his bestfriend, satoru. (read ‘to be present’ here)

shoko sighed as you looked back at her. it must’ve also been hard on shoko, who was a part of their trio. sashisu was shoko’s, satoru’s, and suguru’s group name. they were practically inseparable before you came along.

“suguru should’ve been here too.” shoko said quietly.

you patted her back softly, a measly attempt to comfort her, “i know.”

you heard the library door slide open, satoru waltzed through the door with a blue lollipop in his hand.

“you done perfecting your valedictorian speech yet?” satoru asked as he sat down beside you, kicking his feet on top of the library table as you and shoko closed out of the yearbook superlative tab.

you smiled warmly at him, “yeah, it’s been done.”

of course you were the valedictorian of your class. you took your studies very seriously compared to shoko and satoru. not only were you the valedictorian, but you also planned the graduation dinner that followed the very short ceremony. as the student body president, you had a lot to take care of this past month.

“can’t wait to hear it,” satoru said with a grin, “i better be getting a shoutout in your speech.”

“a shoutout for what?” shoko teased, “being (y/n)’s biggest pain in the ass the past three years she’s been here?”

satoru gasped, “more like being the biggest love of her life! if it wasn’t for jujutsu high, she would have never met me, shoko!”

you laughed at the two bantering back and forth before staring out into the distance. it was beautiful sunny day. tomorrow, you'd be graduates.

later that night

you shot a glare at your boyfriend, “satoru, did you iron your uniform for tomorrow like i asked you to?”

he smiled innocently at you, tilting his frosty head to the side in his attempt to look cute—which meant 'whoops, no'.

you sighed and held out your hands while satoru passed you his uniform with a grin, attempting to sneak a kiss on your cheek. you tried your best not to burst out laughing. hell, you were so in love with this man.

you popped off his jujutsu high pins and set them on his nightstand before stepping out of his room to head to the campus laundry room.

you heard satoru call out to you as you walked down the hallway.

“thanks sweetheart! i love you!”

a smile danced across your face. that satoru gojo whom you loved so silly, what were you going to do with him?

as you waited for the iron to heat up, you recited your graduation speech in your head. you were nervous. what if you tripped down the stairs while you grabbed your diploma from principal yaga? what if you messed up your valedictorian speech? or worse, what if you embarrassed yourself in front of the entire jujutsu high faculty and alumni?

"your forehead is going to have lines for days if you don't stop scowling."

you turned around at the familiar voice. satoru had come to find you.

"you can pay for my botox then." you retorted, sighing as you turned around to face him.

"what could your pretty little head be thinking about?" satoru asked. he hated to see anything but a smile on your face. “i know it’s not about how much you love me.”

you scoffed and chewed on your bottom lip before you grabbed the iron, gliding it down satoru's uniform.

"i'm worried i'm going to trip down the stairs, mess up my speech, or just completely embarrass myself in front of the jujutsu high faculty and alumni."

satoru gave you the ‘are you kidding me’ look and took the hot iron from your hands. he set it down on the ironing board and grabbed your shoulders.

"look at me." he commanded before resting his finger under your chin to guide your face to his, "sweetheart, the (y/n) (l/n) i know is perfect in every way. you walk confidently like this world is yours even in the highest heels, so i know for a fact that you won't trip down the stairs. you are a natural born leader and people gravitate towards you, so i know that your speech will grab everyone’s attention. you won't mess up because you've been working on this for the last month, i know that because i've been right by your side while you recited your speech a million times. and lastly, you won't embarrass yourself in front of everyone because you're perfect in almost every way. you're the pride and joy of the jujutsu community."

you pouted your lips and tilted your head to the side, "perfect in almost every way?"

"you're mean to me—" satoru teased before pressing a kiss against your lips, "—you don't kiss me in the mornings. which is a deduction to your perfect score."

you giggled as he peppered kisses on your cheek. one of your love languages was words of affirmation, and satoru gojo sure knew how to make you feel affirmed. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close.

"i guess this meanie will sleep with the kids tonight." you whispered as you bantered back with satoru, knowing he'd rather sleep next to you than sleep alone.

he paused and squeezed you tightly before replying to your retort, "wait, i like you even though you're mean. you can bully me all you want, i don't mind."

yours and satoru's laughter filled the laundry room. he didn't think he could get enough of your precious laugh. he'd say any ridiculous thing to help take your mind off of your worries.

the next day: graduation day

"thank you for coming to the 2010 jujutsu high school gradation ceremony." principal yaga began, "after we hear from both myself and principal gakuganji, we will listen to the speeches from the valedictorians of both high schools."

you sat between satoru and shoko, your legs would not stop bouncing in nervousness. after each speech, your heart started to race even faster as your turn came.

"and lastly, we saved the best for last. the valedictorian of tokyo jujutsu high school, (y/n) (l/n), will be giving her speech."

the crowed filled with jujutsu high faculty, alumni, a large amount of jujutsu clans including the gojo clan and your clan started to clap as their eyes followed you to the stage. satoru gave you an encouraging smile and squeezed your hand. he whispered ‘you'll be amazing.’ to you before he let your hand go. you gave him a soft smile before getting out of your seat.

you walked down the side of the auditorium and up the steps to the microphone.

"thank you for gathering here today to celebrate the 4 long years of training, learning, and dealing with satoru gojo." the crowed erupted in laughter as you winked at satoru. he shot a grin back at you.

“i'd like to start off with a moment of silence to remember our fallen comrades and past alumni who have sacrificed their lives to become sorcerers and to protect our community. they have our gratitude and highest appreciation.”

as you gave yourself and the crowd a moment of silence, your heart raced. you were so nervous, your hands started trembling as you fiddled with your printed speech in front of you.

'you won't mess up because you've been working on this for the last month, i know that because i've been right by your side while you recited your speech a million times.'

memories of satoru's encouraging words from last night filled your head as you took a deep breath to continue on with your speech.

"3 years ago, i joined tokyo jujutsu high because i wanted to get away from being home schooled and i wanted to experience this thing called life." you looked out into the crowd to see your clan, quietly watching you. "i didn't know what i was getting myself into at the time, but i have to say, the past three years have been some of the hardest, but most rewarding." (read 'love at first fight' here)

you thought back on the gruesome hand-to-hand combat trainings with mei mei, the tiring, long, and dangerous missions exorcising curses with satoru, suguru, yu, and nanami, the late night study sessions for exams with shoko. as difficult as it was, you'd do it all over... especially if you could meet satoru again.

"i'd like to give a huge shoutout to yaga-sensei, congratulations on your promotion to principal—and thank you for taking on not only two, but three special grade sorcerers during my time here."

a cheer for your sensei, masamichi yaga, erupted through the auditorium as you, satoru, and shoko clapped alongside the crowd.

"this evening is not only about celebrating our academic achievements as students, but also to celebrate becoming official jujutsu sorcerers. now i know that being a jujutsu sorcerer isn't for the faint of heart, nor is it an easy job. it's gruesome, painful not only physically, but mentally. which is why i'm happy to announce that our very own shoko ieiri is going to be hired on as our official in-house doctor for jujutsu high. she will oversee both tokyo and kyoto locations. congrats, shoko!"

applause began for shoko as she stood up from her seat and waved to the crowd. you smiled brightly at your bestfriend—even though you knew she cheated on a majority of her tests. however, shoko's talent in reversed cursed technique was second to none. she would be an amazing doctor, legit or not.

"one thing that happened during my 3 years here at tokyo jujutsu high school that changed my life for the better was—"

satoru muttered, attempting to finish your sentence, "—meeting satoru gojo."

"—becoming a guardian to megumi and tsumiki fushiguro. courtesy of satoru gojo." you laughed, "which i'm also happy to announce that satoru and i will be returning next year to join the tokyo jujutsu high faculty and staff. satoru will be in charge of training first year students while i will be the administrative secretary for both tokyo and kyoto jujutsu high locations." (read 'learn to love' here)

you cleared your throat, "now that we've shared the fun and exciting plans for your three graduates from tokyo jujutsu high school, i'd like to talk about something on a heavier note. those of you who know, know that there was supposed to be 4 students graduating today..."

you felt a lump in your throat, the thought of suguru geto not being here with you, satoru, and shoko shattered a piece of your heart. you were sure satoru and shoko were thinking of him in this moment as well.

"—because of this loss, as the future administrative secretary, i will be implementing reviews and mental health checks on all of our students every quarter. i believe that we need to check in on our students. my office doors will always be open to those who need a shoulder to lean on."

you understood that the idea of mental health was taboo, especially here in japan—but you knew that if you and satoru were going to be raising the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers, that you both were going to make a difference in the lives of your future students. megumi and tsumiki also encouraged that decision, as you and satoru did not want to see them suffer the same fate as suguru.

a loud applause struck the auditorium. satoru smiled proudly as he knew that you were going to make a positive change in the jujutsu society—and with you by his side, he could take on the impossible. even if that meant butting heads with the higher ups and starting out training first year sorcerers. he was going to make this experience fun and exciting for not only you and him, but for his future students as well.

you heard cheering from the gojo clan and your own clan. you saw touya and his new girlfriend, kana, hooting and hollering from their seats. you continued to shine brightly under the auditorium lights.

"before i end my little speech, there are some personal thank you's that i'd like to give. to megumi and tsumiki—you two are my perfect little angels and i will continue to strive to be a good role model for you both. to my fellow classmates—thank you for all the late night study sessions, the delicious meals in the dining hall, fun-filled sleepovers, and wild class trips. to my loving grandparents, genkei and kanao, and my brother, touya—thank you for believing in me and always pushing me to be the best i can be. to the gojo clan—thank you for always supporting me and for giving me someone like satoru." you smiled at the gojo clan's presence in the crowd and then turned back to face satoru. (read 'meet the gojos' here)

satoru gojo was beaming brightly, just like he always did. his blue eyes shined back at yours, awaiting your next line of thanks. your eyes watered as the love you felt for the white-haired sorcerer overflowed from your heart.

"lastly, thank you satoru—for believing in me and loving me unconditionally every single day since the first day we met on the sparring field."

you took one last deep breath and shouted, "congratulations jujutsu high school class of 2010! we made it!"

a final applaud erupted throughout the auditorium. you laughed in relief as you finished your speech and wiped the almost formed tears from your eyes. you watched as the crowd stood up in a standing ovation.

in a crowd full of people, your eyes could spot satoru gojo in a heartbeat.

later that night

after the graduation dinner, you and satoru sat outside in the courtyard of tokyo jujutsu high. the twinkle lights you ordered for the staff to use as decor danced against the night sky, illuminating the courtyard with a soft warm glow. and behind that warm glow, satoru's cerulean blue eyes glimmered. you could have sworn satoru had a blush on his face, almost as if he was embarrassed about something.

“can you believe we’re finally graduated?” you asked satoru in disbelief.

the last 3 years had flown by. you were officially graduated from tokyo jujutsu high. the next step this summer was to move out of the dorms and find a home to fit you, satoru, megumi, and tsumiki.

“not quite yet,” satoru said as he starting to unpin his buttons from his uniform. you gave him the 'what are you doing' look. he chuckled at your reaction.

satoru took off the second button from his uniform, taking your hand to place his button in your palm.

“now we’re officially graduated.”

in japan, there's a high school tradition for boys to give the second button of their uniform to the girl that they loved. this act has a special meaning that is equal to a heartfelt confession.

“isn’t it a no brainer that i should be receiving this button?” you giggled. you admired the button of his uniform in your palm, a sign of affection that basically said that you were his.

satoru leaned in towards your face, sneaking a kiss on your cheek. he wrapped his arms around you as you melted in his embrace.

“actually, you don't even have to answer, satoru. you’ve loved me for almost 3 years. it's a no brainer.”

“you mean i put up with a mean girlfriend for 3 years?” satoru laughed boisterously. he let go of you and booped your nose playfully. his signature cheshire grin spread across his face.

you grabbed his hand to hold his palm against your cheek, teasing him, "since i'm so mean, will you put up with another 3 years of no good morning kisses?"

the white haired sorcerer continued to grin, "i'll think about it."

you rolled your eyes at how dramatic satoru could be and mumbled under your breath, "you know how i feel about morning breath."

"yeah, yeah." satoru mumbled back at you, "gimme a congratulatory graduation kiss then."

you wrapped your arm around satoru's shoulders and planted a firm kiss on his lips. satoru pulled away from you and smiled, amused with how the night was going.

"sweetheart, i'd put up with another lifetime of no good morning kisses if you asked me to. as long as i get to wake up next to you every morning." (read 'sleeping with the enemy' here)

you scoffed at satoru's cheesy comment before kissing him again to shut him up. you were ready to venture into the next step of your life with satoru by your side—no good morning kisses and all.

EXTRA:

“we’re gonna have to find a place to live in after graduation.” you said with apprehensive tone. not only did you and satoru have to find an apartment for the two of you, the apartment had to fit megumi, tsumiki, your spirit birds and the demon dogs too.

“it will be fine,” satoru reassured you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you bit your lip, lost in thought. you wanted to make sure that the apartment you chose would be a safe haven for megumi and tsumiki. it had to be a home filled with love. ever since you and satoru took them in, you made sure that they grew up with everything they needed. whatever they wanted, you and satoru provided with no hesitation.

“you already know that the two pipsqueaks will be happy wherever we end up.” satoru said softly, “they just want to be with us.”

"you mean tsumiki just wants to be with us." you laughed, "megumi does not want to be next to you."

"i'll win him over, just you wait." satoru said confidently.

you knew deep down that megumi actually really admired satoru, but he would never admit that to his sensei's face.

"since we're on the topic of a place to live, we just need to make sure that our room is on the opposite side of the apartment from the kids' room."

you glared at satoru, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. he held his hands up in the air, feigning innocence.

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derpy-dogs-n-cats · 4 months

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Ignorance

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Man whore! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sexual themes, sexual thoughts, irresponsible parenting.

Summary: Gojo never cares about any of his hookups, it was only a matter of time until he made a mistake.

W/C: 1.4k+

A loud ringing pierces through a pair of ears that triggers a grunt to elicit from parted lips that’s quickly followed by more groans of annoyance, a hand reaching for the nightstand next to the bed to search for the ringing phone only to knock it over. Gojo throws his bed sheets off of him with a louder grunt and swipes his phone off of the floor to set his eyes on the brightness of the screen that cuts through the darkness of the room with an even louder groan falling from his mouth with an eye roll.

It was the fourth time you were calling him, in just one day, and in the dead of night. A string of curses leaves him as he’s quick to decline your call again, this time having had enough and immediately going to the settings of your number to block it. He lets out a raspy sigh and drops his phone back down before tossing over on his bed to lay on his back, desperately trying to catch whatever sliver of sleepiness was left in him.

It’d been two weeks of your incessant calls, two weeks of nonstop work, back and forth, work, calls, work, more calls, he’d been so busy he’d been forgetting to block your number, and now that he was finally going to be able to sleep in, wake up when he wanted to, you called. He could’ve silenced his phone, but what if there was an emergency? He could only do so much when it came to disconnecting from his work, in his type of work line, one could never fully disconnect.

He admits you were a good fuck, though he thinks that’d be putting it mildly, and he hadn’t had a virgin in a while, and you took longer than he initially thought in calling him at all, but ever since the first call, it’s just been nonstop. First, two weeks of nothing, and then two weeks of calls, one after the other, the first of which he was going to answer, maybe… but he was just so busy with work, and when you kept calling him, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to go back with you.

If you were losing it after just one time with him, he didn’t even want to think of twice. “Damn.” He curses under his breath. “I forgot virgins could be so clingy.” He mutters, managing to blink some drowsiness back into his head, taking in a few slow breaths as he feels his body grow heavier, making him feel as though he sinks deeper into the mattress until he manages to fall back asleep again.

One Year Later.

A beep is heard at the doors of the grocery store opening with Gojo walking in and moving past the produce section onto the aisles at the back. He doesn’t usually come in this store, but this was the only store still open this late at night given that it’s a 24-hour store and that he had only barely finished with his latest task given to him by the higher-ups, one that he would’ve finished sooner if he hadn’t been pushing it off for so long.

He walks by the aisles and checks each one in search for the snacks aisles, just wanting to eat something quick before he gets back to his place and passes out on his bed. Walking by the aisles, he sees a few people lingering by, some seeming to be grabbing their entire weeks-worth of grocery shopping at almost midnight but other than that, none of them really seeming to catch his attention, none but one in particular.

Just as he’s passing by the cereal aisle, he nearly passes onto the next one before stopping and backtracking to said aisle. He raises one of his hands to dip a finger behind his blindfold and pull it down slightly to peek at the only person standing in the cereal aisle with his own eyes. He sets his eyes on a woman from a side angle and rakes his eyes from the pair of legs leading up to the swell of the ass, and slowly trailing higher up to you.

His eyes widen at the sight of your familiar face and briefly widen even more, taking in how much you’ve changed. Your breasts… are visibly bigger, they even seem somewhat swollen, he knows you were young when he bedded you, but could they have really grown that much in a year? He didn’t think it was possible but how he ached to bury his face in the pair of tits, hold them in his hands to press them tight as he fucks them…

The ¾ profile from behind you provided him with perfect view of the swell of your tits and hips, which seemed fuller as well. Your hips must’ve grown in the past year, and were just begging him to grip at them hard enough to bruise while he held you still to fuck into your sopping cunt. And your ass… the added fat on your ass would bounce on his hips when he decides he wants to pull at your waist for you to meet his thrusts from behind.

Your legs had gotten thicker as well, it made him wonder how it’d feel now to have them wrapped around his head, waist, pulling him in deeper with your soft legs wrapped around his him, would you press them against his behind to keep him from pulling out? The same way everything seemed to have grown to a pleasant size, your stomach looked like it had a few more pounds than last time too, it made the challenge of reaching deep enough into you until the print of his cock was prominent sound all the more entertaining.

He wonders if you’ll let him pound you until he’s ever so slightly stretching the skin of your stomach to slightly poke his dick through after having ignored you for a whole year. It shouldn’t be too hard to get you to spread your pretty legs for him again, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time he managed to get back in the pants of someone he had already ghosted, and he’s sure you’ll be begging him to rearrange the insides of your plush tummy.

A small cry interrupts his fantasies much to his annoyance to which he rolls his eyes only to stop mid eye roll, seeing you instantly set the cereal in your hand back down and bring out from your other side a newborn baby. The baby lets out a louder cry as you quickly embrace him with both arms to hold him against your chest and press a kiss on top of his head. As soon as the kiss is placed on his head, the crying starts to fade into small grunts and moans while Gojo’s head is overwhelmed with questions.

A baby? Why did you have a baby? What were you doing out so late at night? And with a baby? Did you not know how dangerous it could be at night? And the baby, is it… his? He doesn’t really have much to go by, the baby barely even has any hair yet except for a light peach fuzz that hardly shows any color. “Mm.” The baby wiggles in your arms before sniffling against your shoulder and finally opens his eyes.

Gojo’s body stiffens and he freezes in place, his eyes widening and staring into the pair identical to his. The baby stares back at him with his own bright blue eyes, slightly glossy from the crying and after staring for a few seconds, he lets out another cry and turns away. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smile at the newborn and gently rock him in your arms, your words drawing his attention back up to you and finally noticing your actual appearance.

There’s deep dark rings under your eyes that make him wonder when was the last time you’ve slept, if maybe that’s why you’re at the store at midnight, because time’s so short. The thought of how back when he first met you, you were just barely starting your first year of college makes his heart clench, were you even able to get through it? Did he really just… ruin your life? Did he keep you from furthering your studies? Do you even have a job? … Anybody to help you?

If you did, you wouldn’t be out all alone.

He watches as you bring the baby up in your arms and press a kiss on his cheek to which he lets out a small giggle, and despite how sleep deprived you look, you still smile at the little being in your hands, and Gojo decides he won’t leave you alone again.

#smut #satoru gojo imagines #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk imagines #gojo imagines #gojo smut #gojo x reader #satoru imagines #satoru smut #satoru x reader

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ the spotlight's on you. (part 1)

💭 summary: after the media finds out you're dating the beloved idol satoru gojo, all the world's attention is on the two of you. now, many are asking... what's it like dating the most perfect man in the world?

💭 what would it be like dating hit male idol satoru gojo?

...crushing. no, like, literally crushing; in the sense that he hugs you like he hasn't seen you in a million years.

sure, he's usually gone for a long time because of his schedule as an idol, and you can't always be there for every practice session, every tour, every live; but the way he clings to you every time he comes home, it's like you've always been on his mind, been the only person gojo's been yearning to touch and see, to be with and share his warmth with.

you're aware of how handsome and charming gojo is, you sometimes feel surprised that he chose you of all people, and yeah, you do worry that he might cheat on you; his shit-head attitude is one that you knew very well in real life to be true, so you always have this nagging feeling that he might want more, someone else other than you... but the way he swings the door to your place open, the shine in his eyes, the way his face beams, and the way he calls out your name—

—it makes it hard to think he wants anyone else other than you, especially with how tightly he hugs and clings onto you. he refuses to leave your side for hours on end sometimes, not wanting to do anything than just keep you in his arms and smother you with his kisses, gushing about how much he missed you, how nothing beat coming home to see you and have you in his arms.

"yeah, sure, going on world tours and having every single person in the world scream your name and wanna follow you to the ends of earth is okay, i guess... but nothing's better than being with you, ya cutie," he exclaims, smiling against your cheek and smothering your face with kisses, holding you closer to his chest, his heart beating a little faster than it usually does; and that's how he tells you without words that, he's glad to be home, that he misses you, so, so much.

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peachsayshi · 5 months

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🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

I GO FERAL OVER YOUR DOMESTIC SCENARIOS 😭❤️ they are perfect

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)

satoru’s eyes shimmer with joy, an easy smile resting on his face as he watches her, his little bundle of love, wriggle right beside him. he can't believe it's been five months already, it felt like only yesterday when he first laid eyes on her, where he countlessly broke down holding her in his arms with happy tears painting his cheeks. he was grateful that you were there to simply wipe them away and leave a kiss in their place.

she turns away from you to roll on her her side and look towards him. cooing at her father, she vocalizes rhythmic sounds. satoru can't help but wonder what's going on in her beautiful head, trying to translate her soft, melodic vowels.

she reaches for him, her body slithering closer and closer. satoru breaks into a full grin, but keeps still as she grips onto the collar of his tee tightly and buries herself into his neck.

she mumbles against his skin, and he chuckle as he picks her up and places her tummy first right on his chest. "easy, princess, I got you..." he whispers, doing his best to ensure that he doesn't wake you up.

his daughter lifts herself up on her arms and flashes him a gummy smile, and he can see the buzzing excitement on her face that she is far too wired for the late hour. "oh no," he playfully lectures, "we are going to sleep, missy"

she face plants into his chest, her digits holding onto the fabric in a death grip. satoru pulls the blanket over them both, one hand lightly tapping against her back while the other smooths out the fine hairs on her head.

you wake up at the crack of dawn to the sweetest sight. satoru is fast asleep, the morning light bathing his handsome, relaxed features. one hand is resting firmly on your daughter's back, her fat cheek smushed against his chest with her mouth slightly open and a pool of drool dribbling onto his tee.

(requests are closed)

#I CONSTANTLY GO FERAL OVER DOMESTIC GOJO #also I feel like he does cry a lot when his first baby is born :c but let me not go too deep #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #gojo imagines #satoru gojo imagines

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hollowtakami · 3 months

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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.

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moon-catto · 2 years

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Hey could I request a story of Y/n and Gojo being divorced but they have a kid together whos 6, y/n used to have a childhood friend who’s actually pretty attractive, he’s a really famous soccer and he comes to Japan for awhile but they get close again and gojo can’t seem to stand that, the boy is really flirty but also really respectful and nice

Satoru's Little Helper

I wanna make this a pure angst but my weak heart can't stand it hehe.

Summary: The reunion with your childhood friend doesn't sit well with your ex-husband.

Warning: Hurt with comfort.

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Satoru couldn’t be more happier when he’s finally able to meet his precious daughter again. His lips curved into a gentle smile as he found her running towards him ninja style— a habit she begins to develop after he and her binge watching season one of Naruto months ago.

Satoru kneeled with both arms open to welcome the toddler who is giggling happily in her father’s hug.

“Whoops—slow down, baby. You’re going to knock me down with that speed.” Satoru lets go of her to have a closer look to his little angel who now is giving him a wide grin as bright as the sun. His heart melted at the sight of her because it’s overflowing with unlimited affection and love to his sole star.

“I miss you daddy!” she snuggled closer to him and he couldn’t resist the temptation to not hold her up as he began walking from the school.

“I miss you too, sweetheart.” He kissed her chubby cheek and earned a precious giggle from the young girl. “To be honest, I think I might die if I spend another day without you.”

“You’re overreacting!”

“Where did you learn that word, huh?”

“From mommy!”

“Figures.” Satoru hummed. The bittersweet feeling inside his heart made the smile on his face faltered a bit. He thought after months not seeing you, the pain will be numbed a bit but it’s just the opposite. The yearnings he had for you just grow stronger in each passing day— leaving him wondering and imagining the happy days he had with you before.

If he weren’t so selfish back then, is he still able to come home to you and his daughter?

He knows it’s useless to think about the impossible, but the thought stayed in the depth of his mind like a plague. Regret rotting inside his heart, knowing he lost the most important things of his life, one he couldn’t retrieve back however hard he tried.

“You’re sad again.” He doesn’t know since when he’s zoning out after his daughter talked to him again. “You’re thinking about mommy again, aren’t you?” His daughter, Shion puts her temple on his shoulder so she can see the expression on her dad’s face.

Solemn, he have so many expressions on his face that she couldn’t comprehend fully due to her young age but she knows that he’s genuinely feel sad.

“How do you know, honey?” he said with a gentle smile on his face.

“You always have that look on your eyes when You see mommy.”

A sharp pang appeared at his daughter words. She haven’t had any training yet but she’s just as observant like her dad. Should he be happy to see his daughter having his trait like this?

He lets out a soft chuckle, then he sat on the nearby bench with the young child on his lap.

“I am thinking of your mother.” He admitted. Despite her young age, she’s good at keeping secrets unlike Satoru. Maybe she got that from you instead of him.

“Do you think about her a lot?”

“... I do.” He said, softer this time.

“Then doesn’t that mean you still love her?” she tilted her head curiously, how can she be this cute when she’s asking a serious question like this?

“I am still in love with her.” He kissed her forehead. “But don’t tell your mother this.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t stop her from being happy.”

The trip to your house is short as he spent the time answering the questions of his curious daughter. She’s wondering why he doesn’t chase after you when he’s clearly in love.

“You’re still young so you don’t know about it.” He parked near your house and turn off the car.

“About what?”

“Love story doesn’t always end in a happy way, my daughter.”

“That’s really depressing...”

“Huh, I guess i spent too much time with Nanami.” Satoru shrugged casually and hold Shion's hand to walk to your house.

He used to feel happy when he’s in front of your doorstep because you would be waiting for him there, but now after he knocked on this door he needs to leave his daughter and you, then goes on with his life.

He will need to wait for next week to be here again.

He feels the small hand of his daughter grabbed onto him tighter.

“Cheer up, daddy.”

Sometimes he wondered how can someone so stupid like him could have a mature daughter like her. His heart swelled with so much joy at her encouragement.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

The girl replied him with a sweet smile before go and pushing the door open.

“Mom, I’m home!”

“Hello, love!”

His heart throbbed at your voice. The pet name, you used to call him just like that.

You appeared from the corner, running slightly to greet your princess with a warm hug. Your smile is just as bright as hers, the crinkle on your eyes as they fluttered shut made his heart clenched in both pain and endearment.

“You’re hungry?” you asked Shion.

She nodded.

“Go and have lunch in the kitchen.”

“Aye, aye!” the toddler then ran to the kitchen still with the ninja style.

“You’re teaching her that?”

Noticing that you’re talking to him, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “No, not really.”

“Just don’t teach her something dangerous.” You reminded him and he just nodded in silent.

“So, uh, are you well?” you asked, the awkwardness in your voice is strange and it just harshly reminded him that he’s just a stranger to you now. The bond you shared with him already severed, you don’t have any obligations to ask about his well being but here you are now.

If I told you that I’m not okay, would you comfort me?

He wanted to ask that, yet he knows better than to give you another pain.

“I’m good, you?”

“Ah, I see... well i'm—”

“Y/N?”

“Oh, Shinji-san!”

You turned to see your friend coming to you and missed how Satoru froze in his place. Shock painted all over his face and his skin goes colder at the thought that maybe... You found a replacement for him.

That soon?

“Ah, yeah, I forgot to tell you that uh—” you paused to find a perfect word to describe your relationship with Satoru without making the atmosphere weird.

“I’m her ex-husband.” He smiled and shook Shinji’s hand with a tight grip. “Gojo Satoru.”

“Oh, y-yeah. I’ve heard a lot about you, Gojo-san.” He’s stuttering over his words at the strong handshake. “The strongest sorcerer in Japan, right?”

“Oh, you’re a sorcerer?” Satoru asked with a fake surprise. He already figured it out, This useless conversation bored the hell out of him however he had to play nice because you’re here. “I don’t reckon seeing your face.”

“Ah, that’s because I worked overseas. I came back to Japan once in a while.”

“I see...” he looked at Shinji and then you. “So you’re her...?”

“Childhood friend.” You cut in and explained. Shinji may not noticed it, but you know well that Satoru is silently expressing his dislike towards your friend.

“So why is he here.” He doesn’t bother to ask him and turned to see you. For a moment you think you saw his blue eyes flickered, is he scared?

“Why do you need to know.” You bit back and watched him frowning at your cold reply.

“I’m just dropping by to say hi since I heard Y/N-san is divorced recently.” Shinji said after a few minutes of intense silence. “Just wanna make sure she’s okay.” He smiled to you.

Ah, would you look at that?

That smile on his face made his blood boil. He wants to punch his face and exterminate him for good, but he can’t .

Since he lost the privilege of doing so.

“I told you I’m doing okay.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a worrywart.”

He feels like he shouldn’t be here. He’s not a part of this conversation, however his heart is on fire right now. He doesn’t know what to do, he’s sure you don’t want to see him here when you’re trying to have fun... Without him.

He’s about to excuse himself when the proud daughter of you both came and pulled Satoru by his sleeve.

“Don’t go yet, Dad!”

“Why? Your dad is a busy person —”

“I can give you some time, honey.” Satoru cuts you off gently, and kneeled to see his daughter with a rice sticking on her left cheek. “What is it?”

“I-uh, uhmm...” she hummed, totally panicking under the gazes of the adults. “Oh, yeah! History homework!”

“Do you even learn history at your age?” you questioned her and she goes pale in the next moment.

“Y-y-yeah, we do!” she stomped her feet to solidify her words but you don’t buy it.

“Honey...”

“How about I take a quick look on your history homework first?” Shion gazed at her dad with wide eyes. Satoru winked at her, signalling that he’s going to help her with whatever she’s planning.

“But we’re going out now.” You told her and Shion sulked. “With uncle Shinji, remember?”

“No! I need to submit it tomorrow morning!”

“Shion, your school starts at 10 am.”

“That’s not the point!” she insisted and you soon gave up, because Shinji needs to take a flight this afternoon.

Then you leave Satoru with Shion. Looking at your attire, it seems like you’re going for a date with your supposed to be friend.

“You’re even sadder now.” Shion clipped another colourful hairpin on Satoru’s hair. He’s currently laying flat on his stomach, his head buried deep in the baby blue blanket of his daughter.

“... I don’t know anymore.” Satoru groaned, his voice muffled by the soft blanket.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Shion brushed his hair gently. The little palm of hers did wonders to soothe the pain a bit in his heart.

“About what?”

“That you still love her and want to be with her.”

“... I don’t think she’ll like that idea, honey.”

“Why not?”

“You see, she’s seeing someone now. I shouldn’t mess that up.” Satoru turned his body and smiled to see the confused face of his daughter. “I want her to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“How do you know?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you know that she’s going to be happy with someone else?” Shion asked, she followed her father and lay beside him. His arms wrapped around her tiny body and pulled her to his chest.

“I... I’ve hurted her before.” He says, hesitantly. He’s not going to tell his problems with you to his young child, but the attentive stare that she gave him prickled his heart and spilled everything he has stored inside. She may have his six eyes, but she have your warm gaze. One that would melt his ice cold heart with just a simple glance. “I don’t deserve her, angel.” He admitted, and she pulled his head to her chest in an attempt to comfort him.

He’s not planning to cry, not in front of his own child. But the quick pats from Shion just made his tears fell. The image of you leaving the house with another man, he never feel this helpless before. He wants the earth to crack open and swallow him whole so he would never see that kind of sight anymore.

“You wouldn’t know if you haven’t tried, daddy.“ Shion kissed his forehead. “You’ll have to try, I’ll root for you daddy!”

Satoru chuckled. He patted her back gently and now hugging his little baby. “You don’t want another daddy?”

“No!”

“What about Shinji? He’s a nice guy.”

“Just you. You’re the one that I love, daddy.” She snuggled closer to him and he feels his heart bloomed at the cute gesture.

“I love you too, my child.”

Shion woke up mid sleep, she noticed that his father is in deep slumber. The skin under his eyes are slightly red because he cried earlier.

"Poor dad..." She muttered to herself. Her dad may appeared normal on the outside, but Shion often found him unable to sleep whenever she's having sleepover at his house. He would look at the old album when he's still with you and smiled fondly at the images.

On the other side, she noticed that you often look at your wedding ring at night. You've been in countless date before, but not even one man interest you because you would come home sighing, while glancing at the Teddy bear he bought for you— hidden in your wardrobe.

You treasured it, even after you separated ways with him.

You both clearly still in love.

Love story doesn’t always end in a happy way, my daughter.

"Bullshit." She muttered and took the phone you bought for her to contact you if anything happened. "I'll prove you're wrong, dad." Shion smiled mischievously and tapped on your contact's name.

The clock dings when it’s finally midnight. Satoru waited in the darkness of Shion’s room, wondering what took you so long to come home. Or are you planning not to come home after all and spend the night at that man’s house?

He shook his head.

No, you’re not the type to abandon Shion for something like that. He believes that you’ll come home and decided to wait.

Besides, he can’t let Shion alone here the entire night.

Not long after, A car stopped in front of the house and Satoru immediately get up from the bed.

He walked to the window to find you’re getting out from a cab with some paper bags in hand. You hurriedly went inside the house and Satoru prepared to greet you once again. His heart beating faster.

He’s walking down the stairs when you run towards him, surprising him by holding both of his cheeks with worried expression on your pale face.

“Satoru!”

“Uh, yeah?” He doesn’t know how to act when you’re this close to him, your cold hands cupping his hot skin and made his heart jumped.

“Are you okay?” You examined his face, not caring about his flabbergasted look. His eyes are slightly red, he must've been crying earlier.

“Huh? What? I’m okay.” He studied your face to see the reason why you’re acting this way. “Wait, hold on. Why are you like this? Did somebody threaten you?” he noticed your anxious expression and hold your wrist with his big hands. “Why are you shaking so much?”

“N-no, i-it’s just that i—” you finally realized just how close you are with him and it flustered you. You attempt to move to make some space between you two but he doesn’t let you.

“Y/N.” He calls you, he sounds stern but there’s a gentle undertone behind it.

“It’s Shion.” You groaned and he frowned. “She texted me an hour ago and told me that you have been crying ever since we left. I thought something happened to you.”

Satoru blinked. An hour ago? He recalled falling asleep at some moments... That little devil.

“Nothing happened to me.” He said and your shoulders slumped down due to intense anxiety earlier.

“Thank God.”

“You’re that relieved?” He guides you to the couch before walking to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of fresh water, you looked like you’re going to pass out any second.

“You never cried. That’s why I...” you gulped down your words, not daring to continue further. You would spilled the reason why you cut your date short with Shinji and came home hurriedly.

Because you still have lingering feelings towards the man who was your husband for five years.

Satoru smiled unknowingly. You haven't changed much, you're still a faint hearted woman because you're just too kind to others, even if they hurted you.

“Is that so?” He told you when he offered you the glass. “I do cry... But never in front of someone.”

“Because you hate being weak?”

“Yeah.” He admitted.

Silence once again filled the air before he opened his mouth to ask.

“... So do you like him?” he asked, he took a seat beside you still leaving some space between you both.

“Huh?”

“Your childhood friend.”

“... Why do you keep asking about him.” You sighed. “Aren’t you busy with your woman?”

“I don’t have a lover let alone a wife.” He says, the solemnity in his voice is raw, you doubt he’s lying now.

“Why?” you ask. You thought he Already moved on from you, he’s doing so well unlike you. You struggle to fight the wants to go back to his embrace, his shadows haunting you in your own house.

“The same reason why I ask if you like that guy.” He admitted quietly. “It’s pathetic, I know.” He rubbed his face, you can see his cheeks slightly red due to embarrassment. “But I can’t do anything about it, I feel like a sore loser seeing you going out with him.”

“I’m not a competition prize, Satoru.”

“I know. You are worth more than that.”

“Then?”

“I’m a loser for losing someone so precious like you.” He finally looks at you. His eyes glows softly like a jewel in the dimness of your living room.

“What are you up to?” you asked, the suspicion in your tone effectively broke his heart. You’re being wary of him, that’s expected however the pain that comes after feel twice as painful.

“Nothing.” He answered honestly. “I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Just... Forget it.” He rubbed his face again, clearly frustrated with the building emotions inside him just with a sight of you, sitting so near but still unreachable nonetheless.

“Are you going to leave?”

“If you ask me to.” He says in a small voice as if he’s wishing that you’d never heard his answer so he can be with you a bit more longer.

Even if all he feel is pain, he found comfort being near you. The one who keeps him sane while standing in the brink of insanity. He never told you how much power you hold over him, he’ll give you the world if you want.

“Then leave.”

Your words pierced straight to his core. For a moment, he thought his heart stopped beating.

He feels like he’s a step closer to death.

His legs feel too heavy to move when he’s walking towards the door. Wearing his shoes with so many thoughts roaming in his head, do you hate him? Do you not want to see him again? Should he never visit your house again?

As he stood and grabbed the door handle, he can feel your presence behind him.

“Tell Shion to meet me next week.”

“Okay.”

There’s no hesitance in your voice. This is it. This is the real end.

He opened the door and took a step out.

You were going to close the door, but the. He spun his body and grabbed the door just before it finally closed.

“Wait!”

Surprise washed over your face at the urgency in his voice.

“Wait! Just... Hold on...” he breathe heavily, his eyes are frantic when they met yours.

“What do you want, Satoru?” You scowled.

“I—” he gulped.

You wouldn’t know if you haven’t tried, daddy.

“Do you hate me?”

“W-what?”

He pushed the door open and took a step closer to you. His tall figure overshadowed you and made you took small steps behind while he’s inching closer and closer.

“Do you hate me, Y/N?”

“Why do you ask—”

“Please,” he sobbed softly. “I want to be with you again.”

“What?”

“I know. I’m months late.” He paused before continuing. “Truth to be told, I was afraid to see you. I’m scared that you would reject me again, so I’m running away from you. But I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired of hiding from you, Y/N.”

“Is it because of Shinji? You really don’t like it if I’m with another guy?”

“No!” he quickly shook his head. “If you think you can be happy with him, then I will never disturb you again.”

You don’t reply him and instead pulled his chin so you can see his face better. Tears are starting to fill his waterline while he tried his best to hold them back.

“...You’re lying.”

“Of course I’m lying!” he sobbed and everything broke loose. He decided to fuck everything now and just spilled everything to you. “How can I be fine when the only woman I love is in another man’s arms?!” he hits the wall beside you and you flinched.

“I can’t live without you.” He put his forehead on yours. “You’re my everything. My world and my greatest weakness. You can stab me with a knife and I will be grateful for it.” He cupped your cheeks with trembling hands. “Just stay with me.”

“Then why did you leave me?” you asked. The hidden feelings you’ve hurried slowly emerged with his gentle touch on you. “You’re the one who left.”

“I’m sorry.” He quickly hugged you. “I’m sorry, my love.”

“Do you know how much pain I felt when you slammed your door in front of my face?!” you hit his arms in a futile attempt to release your anger. “Do you know how long it took for me to be fine again, Gojo Satoru?!” a batch of tears streamed down from your eyes and wet his shirt, his skin seethes underneath as the guilt starts to burn his heart. Your painful cry amplified the fire inside him.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry honey.” He choked on his tears. “I’m sorry for being so selfish.”

“And you have the nerve to ask for my heart after you broke it.” You tried to pushed him, he’s trying to grab onto your arms desperately. “Let me go!”

“It was my mistake, Y/N. I swear I won’t do it again, even if the higher-ups threatened me again.” He fell on his knees and became a sobbing mess, his pieces shattered on the floor.

“You... What?”

“They’re planning to kill you and Shion.” He sobbed. “Just because you are my family.” You watched him slowly breaking while telling you the truth he kept all this time. It’s not the usual Gojo Satoru or your ex-husband who is kneeling right now. But a broken man who lost so many things just because he simply exists.

“I know I’m supposed to ask you first whether you want to stay or not.” He looked at you, all in his vulnerability and affection towards you. “But the fear of putting you and Shion in danger is so much bigger so I—"

You don’t wait for him to finish his sentence. You hurled towards him and hugged his frame with everything you got.

“OF COURSE YOU SHOULD’VE ASKED ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” You began to wail, crying so loud and he’s unable to react immediately.

“If I had asked you... Will you stay with me?”

“Of course! Do you think I would leave you just like that?!” you pinched his arm annoyance and he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Do you really?” He pulled you so he can be more certain by looking at your expression.

“If I were afraid because of that, then why the hell would I marry you in the first place?!” You’re beyond angry, you feel like you want to kick his face for being such a fool for keeping it all and hurting alone— but you couldn’t, since his lips shut yours in a gentle kiss that had your heart skipped a beat.

“Satoru...” you whispered his name and he whispered yours back softly.

“I love you.” He kissed your cheek lovingly. “I just love you so much, it’s hurting me being away from you.”

You wiped his tears from his face. He leaned into your warm hand like a stray kitten.

“I’m still afraid...” you said and he looked you with such gentle gaze, urging you to continue. “That you might leave me again.”

He bit his lips. “I know. I won’t be having your heart back this easy, I’ll fight for you so you won’t be afraid of me anymore.”

In his tender gaze, you let yourself bask in his warmth again. Like a puzzle, your body fits perfectly into his as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. He kissed every skin available with silent promises to not let you go this time.

Hiding behind the wall, Shion peeked onto the living room. Watching gleefully at her parents currently hugging each other on the floor. Both looked peaceful and also tired from arguing and crying.

She smiled widely before walking quietly to her room. “My plan worked hehe.”

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SOBER THOUGHTS, satoru gojo

drunk!!satoru gojo x fem!!reader summary: Satoru Gojo stumbles into y/n's house at 2 in the morning shit-faced leading to some untimely late-night confessions. tw!! mild swearing, drunk gojo, steamy scenes? nothing too serious don't worry!! alcohol abuse, FLUFF (like a shit ton of it). Over 3,000 words :))) notes: I'm so fucking obsessed with this man how do I make it stop?!

y/n shakenly stood from her warm bed, pupils the size of peas as she reached into her bedside drawer to pull out a handgun she kept hidden there.

It was 2 in the morning and she had been awakened to the sound of the handle on her front door rattling. At first, she tried to ignore it- her front door is locked so she shouldn't have to worry about anyone getting into her home.

But then she heard the turn of her lock and the sound of her squeaky front door being pushed open.

She had hoped that she would never have to use the handgun she kept in her bedside drawer. She still didn't plan on using it on the intruder- she was simply going to scare them away with it.

Gritting her teeth, she crept down her stairs- gun drawn. Her mind started to wander with the fear that maybe the gun wouldn't scare the intruder off. What would she do then? She definitely doesn't have the guts to shoot anyone.

She hoped that her instinct would kick in if something like that were to ever happen. She hoped that if it came down to it she would protect herself instead of just standing there like a coward.

Stumbling could be heard from her kitchen- only adding to the pooling anxiety in her stomach. The kitchen is the worst place an intruder could go- there are weapons everywhere in kitchens.

Gulping, she edged towards the kitchen, hands shaking. She paused for a moment to try and calm her nerves before turning the corner into the kitchen. If she wanted to be threatening she couldn't look terrified at the mere fact of holding a gun.

A determined look appears in her dark gaze and she steps to the side with the gun pointed at the intruder. However, she wasn't expecting the sight of a familiar figure going through her fridge.

"Wha- Satoru?"

No longer was adrenaline pumping through her veins as she locked onto who it was that was going through her fridge. The tall man flinched in surprise at her small voice, turning his head to look at her with a handful of candyfloss grapes in his hands.

The motion sensor fridge light barely lit up the kitchen but she could still catch the many details of his face. He wasn't wearing his usual black blindfold that concealed his striking blue eyes- instead, he wore his round-shaped shades. Due to this, his white hair hung down his face messily.

Despite that he still looked as beautiful as ever to her.

But even then, with the harsh hue of the fridge light- she could assess quite quickly that he had been drinking. A goofy smile appears on his face as he swallows a grape with a notable gulp.

"y/n!!"He exclaimed, shoving the remainder of the grapes into the fridge.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she dropped her arm that was holding the gun. The adrenaline disappears and she is reminded of just how tired she is. It's 2 in the morning and she had been working all day with little sleep- she should be sleeping right now.

"Why did I ever give you a spare key?"She grumbled to herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. --"I could have shot you, Satoru!!"She exclaimed- setting the gun carefully onto her kitchen work surface.

He only scoffed and swatted a hand in the air as he walked towards her. --"Oh please- we both know the bullet wouldn't even touch me."He spoke through slurred words.

As he approached closer- she crinkled her nose up, getting a large whiff of the alcohol he had so clearly been abusing earlier in the night.

" 'missed you..."He purred as he stopped in front of her, slinging his arms around her shoulders and resting his forehead against her collarbone.

"How drunk are you?"She mumbled softly, lifting a hand to rest tentatively against the back of his head. She was worried. Gojo isn't a massive drinker, he barely drinks alcohol. In fact, he only drank it when he was upset or feeling vulnerable.

He hummed comedically against her shoulder and lifted a hand up in front of her face- his fingers pinching the air. --"Only a little."He responded.

A sigh leaves her lips and she lifts her hands to rest on his shoulders- pushing him back slightly so she can look at his face properly. --"Alright come on you big idiot."She mumbled, grabbing ahold of his wrist and tugging him deeper into the kitchen.

Satoru stood swaying on his feet as he watched her search her cupboards for something in particular. His drunken gaze looked her up and down, a fond smile growing on her face.

y/n was in her pyjama's. She wore a sky-blue baggy shirt that Satoru was certain was his. (He would often come over to watch movies with her if he had no one else to bother so her wardrobe was probably actually filled with quite a few of his shirts). Along with the baggy shirt she wore a pair of banana patterned pyjama shorts. Her long dark hair was messy and poofy with volume.

He thought she looked beautiful.

"You look pretty."He spoke suddenly as she had her head in a cupboard. Her eyes widened in surprise- surprised so much that she banged her head atop the cupboard with a bang.

She cussed at herself and pulled her head out from the cupboard- rubbing a hand against the top of her head as she glanced over to the drunk standing in her kitchen.

Not sure how to respond to that, she decided to ignore it and instead grabbed ahold of a plastic cup to fill it up with water. Clearing her throat, she turned to him and held the cup out for him.

He eyed the cup blankly.

"I mean it..."He mumbled to her, his gaze switching back to look at her. She swallows as his shades slip down the bridge of his nose a little, allowing his striking blue eyes to meet her dark ones.

A beat of silence passes them as her cheeks go red. Swallowing, she clears her throat again and pushes the cup of water into his hand.

"Drink."She demands. He eyes the cup in his hand for a moment- seeming to deliberate something in his mind for a moment.

"no."He finally mumbles, setting the cup of water onto the worksurface. y/n sighs and drags a hand down her face in irritation. --"Satoru-"

He cuts her off by pressing a hand to her mouth- her words coming out muffled. Her eyes widened in outrage as she slapped his hand away from her face.

"You did not just-"She snaps. But she goes completely silent when both of Satoru's hands suddenly pressed to her cheeks- his face moving incredibly close to hers.

Her heart paused- pupils dilating as his face got close to hers. Heat rushed to her cheeks and her eyes went wind at the invasion. Another beat of silence passed them as neither of them spoke.

"W-What are you doing?"She finally murmured, voice shaky with nerves. Gojo didn't answer for a moment, his adams apple bobbing slightly.

"needed you to stop talking..."He mumbled, his alcohol-infested breath fanning her face. His voice made her stomach do flips despite the disgusting breath he was currently harbouring.

His face then suddenly got even closer to hers- their noses basically brushing. She gulped notably, chest heaving slightly with nerves. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips as his striking blue eyes drink her up from behind his round shades.

And then he said something that was almost like glass smashing to y/n. Something that made her heart stutter in her chest. Something that made butterflies sprout in her stomach. Something that immediately woke her up from her previous sleepy deliriousness.

"I love you, y/n."

She shook her head softly but he kept a firm grip on her cheeks. --"And I know you love me too..."He continued as she continued to shake her head, tears sprouting in her eyes. With embarrassment or humiliation? She wasn't sure.

"No- you're drunk, Satoru.."She whispered, voice shaky as she tried to take a step back from him only for her back to meet the edge of her kitchen counter.

Satoru took the opportunity to cage her into the counter with his arms. --"m'yeah."He grumbled in response to her words- moving his face close to hers again. --"Why d'you think I have the guts to confess?"He slurred.

Her hands rested palm first against the cold worksurface, chest heaving as she stared up at him. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop the quivering as he leaned closer- making sure she couldn't escape from his cagey embrace.

Part of her wanted to deny his claims but she didn't. She could never lie to Satoru. --"H-How did you-?"She stuttered out. neck going red with humiliation.

"Nanami told me..."He mumbled.

Nanami. That little shit-

y/n worked with Nanami back when he was still working for an office. She met Satoru not long after meeting Nanami because at that point he was still trying to convince Nanami to continue as a jujutsu sorcerer.

At the time, Gojo took a strange liking to her and exchanged numbers with her. They grew closer and he wound up telling her about the jujutsu world. Even after Nanami left to become a jujutsu sorcerer, she kept in close contact with both him and Gojo.

In fact, she kept in such close contact with Gojo that he would bring her back souvenirs from his missions if he was going far away. She even gave him a spare key to her apartment after he started complaining that he would sometimes have to wait ages before giving her the thing he brought back for her due to her busy work life.

After she gave him the spare key he started to leave the souvenirs either on her bed or kitchen counter, sometimes even leaving little handwritten notes to let her know that they were from him. (Despite her knowing they were from him- Nanami never bought her souvenirs like Satoru did).

"Was out drinking wi'him."He mumbled drunkenly, his voice starting to trail off slightly as he lifted one of his hands to pull his shades off, setting them on the counter beside her.

"you shouldn't drink so much..."She spoke in a concerned tone. --"y-you only drink when you're upset..."She mumbled, blinking up at him with worry.

Satoru was surprised she even noticed that detail about him. He rarely drunk around y/n enough for her to even notice if he was sad or happy. He truly never noticed how observant she was.

Fueled by his drunken state, he shrugged. --"was sulking over you."He mumbled the confession. Her eyebrows pull together in confusion, forcing him to elaborate.

"love you..."He whispered again, his eyes holding a certain exhaustion. --"Didn't think you felt...same."He slurred. suddenly leaning his head down to rest against hers.

"That's why Nanami told me..." he muttered- his crystal blue eyes staring into her soul. A pang of guilt hit her.

"You were drinking because of...me?"She murmured, heart sinking slightly. He hummed, leaning down slightly so that his lips ghosted hers. She flinches slightly in surprise.

"I love you..."He whispered again, his voice sending a shiver down her spine and making her momentarily forget about his alcohol-induced breath. --"Do you love me?"He muttered, despite already knowing the answer.

He just wanted to hear her say it.

A few tense seconds pass as she feels him close in closer to her- her back pressing into the edge of the counter. There was no escaping him.

"yes..."

That singular world was all the confirmation he needed to fully close the gap between them. His lips met hers in a desperate embrace, his hands moving from the edges of the counter to slide up her arms and to her face.

The second their lips touched, she held her breath- heart pausing with fright and anxiety. Satoru had wanted to kiss her for so long and he was making sure that she knew that by how fast his lips moved desperately with hers.

Slowly, her heart started to calm as it seemed to beat in synchronisation with his. And despite wanting to screw her face up at the taste of sake on his lips- she just couldn't bring herself to break from his embrace and instead slid her hands up to his white fluffy hair.

The once sweet kiss slowly started to turn heated as she lightly tugged at his white locks. A groan leaves his mouth, hands suddenly sliding down to her thighs.

A noise of surprise leaves her lips as she feels him suddenly pick her up into his arms, their lips disconnecting momentarily. He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, parting her legs with his hands so he could stand between them.

Her chest started to heave again- this time from a lack of breath. Not that, that stopped her when he smashed his lips back onto hers. Heat rises to her cheeks in surprise when feeling his tongue start to poke around the space between her lips.

And against her better judgment- she parted her lips, allowing the pink muscle to slip into her mouth.

Satoru rested his hands on her hips, fingers bunching up the fabric of her shorts as he grunts. The addition of his tongue plus the grip on her hips has a soft moan coming from her- so quiet that Satoru barely even caught it.

The noise eggs him on. He disconnects their lips to press open-mouthed kisses to the naval of her neck. Short gasps leaves her lips as she feels him start to suck a bruise into her skin.

The pleasure she got from that move is what ultimately made her eyes widen as she suddenly remembered how they got into this whole situation in the first place.

"n-no.."She mumbled softly as Satoru continued to press wet kisses across her neck. She swallows and drops her hands to his shoulders so she can push him back lightly.

"Satoru you're drunk..."She mumbled, a little out of breath due to the making out. She wanted this to go further, obviously, but Satoru was still very drunk. He's not sober enough to consent.

"I know.." he mumbled, attempting to go back to kissing her neck. She shook her head and pushed him back again. --"No, honey- you're not sober."She mumbled softly- lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks- holding his head in place.

A short smile appears on his face. --"You called me honey..."He trailed off. Her cheeks heat as she shook her head in amusement. Her eyes go back over to the glass of water she poured him a while ago.

"How about you drink some water and you can crash here, okay?"She offers. He eyes her for a moment before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips- pulling back with a nod.

"Okay."

He took a step back, giving her the space to jump down from the counter. As he grabbed the cup of water she grabbed ahold of the handgun she had put on the counter.

She grabs his wrist and pulls him gently with her upstairs as he sips on the water. The second they are in her bedroom, she walks over to her bedside desk and hides the gun again.

Satoru watched her, a dopey smile on her face. --"Can't believe you own a gun..."He mumbled, taking another sip of his water. She shrugs and heads over to her wardrobe.

"Can't be too careful around here.."She spoke as she searched through the clothes that were hung up. Smiling softly, she spun around with a pile of clothes.

Satoru eyed the clothes and grinned. --"Y'know I sometimes only left clothes here so I'd have an excuse to come back."He confesses. He then furrows his eyebrows the second the confession leaves his lips.

She raises her eyebrows in amusement and walks towards him. --"That was very truthful of you."She spoke, snickering softly. He gets over the shock of his own words quickly and goes straight back to his cocky self.

"Yeah. Got to give you something to wear when you're missing me."He spoke, smirking. An affectionate smile appears on her face as she shakes her head and hands him the pile of clothes, taking the empty cup back from him.

"Y'know where the bathroom is."She stated, patting his shoulder. He hummed and moved past her. He suddenly paused and then spun back around to press an obnoxious kiss to her cheek.

y/n scrunched her nose up, lifting a hand to wipe at the slobbery kiss he had left on her cheek as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Now that she was alone- she took the moment to grin giddily and swat her hands in the air excitedly. Was this really happening? She lifted a hand to rest over her mouth- another hand on her hip as she grinned happily.

After a second, she calms her racing heart and walks over to fix the sheets on her bed. She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to make the bed look presentable despite knowing that the sheets were going to get messed up anyway.

As she's smoothing out the sheets- the bathroom door opens and out walks a yawning Satoru. She straightens up when she sees him, pupils dilating at the very sight of him.

His blue eyes lock onto her and he walks over to her. His rapidly approaching figure has her eyes widening in surprise as he suddenly wraps his arms around her and pulls her down onto the bed with him.

A laugh bubbles from her lips as he hugged her tightly against him- nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. He groaned seconds late though as he feels his stomach do a flip at the sudden falling action.

"ugh, that wasn't a good idea..."He groaned to himself causing her to laugh softly and roll away from him. --"I'm going to get you some more water for in the morning, 'kay?"She told him softly as she stood to her feet.

Satoru rested his hands behind his head as he looked at her. --"You're coming back, right?"He questioned. A soft smile appears on her face as she nodded her head.

"I'll be back in a second."

She disappears from the bedroom leaving Satoru alone with his drunken thoughts. He had been alone in her bedroom before but this time it felt different. Everything was different now.

He took the opportunity to take in every detail of her bedroom like it was the first time he'd ever seen it. Her walls were coloured lilac with many photos of herself with family members littering her desks.

Her bedsheets were avocado patterned and her bed was filled with cushions and stuffed animals. Though his favourite part of her bedroom had always been the massive pin board on her desk.

The pin board was covered in tons of pictures of herself, Gojo and Nanami. Gojo had never been the jealous type but he wouldn't deny that he felt incredible knowing that she had more photos with Gojo than she did with anyone else.

"Right-"He snaps out of his thoughts as y/n walks back into the room, a tall glass of chilled water in one hand. A packet of pain killers and his shades (that he had forgotten to lift when going back upstairs) in her other hand.

"take two of these-"She waves the packet of painkillers at him with a soft smile, --"if you start to get a headache."She informs him, walking over to set the objects onto the bedside desk closest to Satoru.

Satoru smiled in response, feeling himself beginning to sober up as he took a few sips of the water she had brought him. --"I've been hungover before, sweetheart."He mumbled in amusement as she climbed into the bed beside him.

She lifts a hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly with a short laugh. --"sorry..."She mumbled. He only shook his head and leaned back into the pillows, opening an arm for her.

This was the part she was actually least nervous about. She and Satoru had cuddled before- just never in this context. A soft sigh leaves her lips and she leans down to rest on his chest after flicking out the lamp.

They adjust their legs to pull the covers over their bodies, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as her head rested on his chest. A small chuckle leaves her lips.

"You're heart is racing, satoru..."She mumbled through the silence. --"that's because of you, darling."He spoke in a flirty tone leaving her to giggle in response and nuzzle her face against his chest.

Satoru sighs happily and leans his chin against the top of her head, silence falling over them.

"Goodnight, Satoru..."Her quiet tired voice spoke out, her arm wrapping around his torso in a tight grin. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he presses a chaste kiss to her head of hair.

"Goodnight, love."

Surprisingly, y/n fell asleep before Satoru did. His heart was racing too much for him to fall asleep. He didn't blame her for being so tired, though- he had woke her up early this morning with his drunken shenanigans.

His arm tightened around her as he smiled. He finally had her in his arms and he didn't plan to ever let her go.

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artisticcannibal · 1 day

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~Breakup infront of the KFC (Gojo X Reader)

Spoilers Ahead!

Crowds of people walking on the pedestal, hurrying to get to work or do their daily tasks. You turn your back on Gojo and begin walking away. He can't believe what he just heard from Shoko; his mind and heart are at war. At first, he thought this was a joke, a prank maybe because he knows you are not like this but this was all true. A part of him despised you and wanted to kill you, while another part wanted to keep you from leaving.

Gojo shouts, "Explain yourself, Y/N! Don't walk away! Answer me."

"There is nothing left to explain. You heard everything from Shoko, right?" You said in a cold voice. At this point, Gojo was frowning, irritated, angry and his face had grown red.

"You are going to kill every non-sorcerers and create a world of only Jujutsu Sorcerers?! You know this is not possible!" His clenched his fist. He is still striving to believe that this if all this is true. He knows his explanation is just going in vain.

At this point Gojo is hysterical, he is shouting at the top of his lungs. It like any moment he will jump on you and kill you with his fists. He is surprised how calm you are, how cold you are.

"How arrogant. You could do it, couldn’t you, Satoru?" You said in a calm, cold voice that sounded like a true monster.

"Huh?!"

At this, you turn to look at him, he has never seen the cold look in your face ever before and that surprised and shocked him. You stared at his soul. He was trying hard to maintain the eye contact.

"Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?"

"I have decided how I'll live my life. Now its the matter of doing the best to achieve that." Listening to you made him sick, his anger was getting out of control and he frowned more and more. His stomach ached but most importantly his heart broke that day.

You turned your back again and was about to walk away when he said, " And? I didn't mean anything to you? Y/N?"

To this, you looked at him for the last time with those same cold, dead eyes of yours that were once happy, warm, joyous, romantic. The eyes he once admired and now he hated them. He hated every part of you.

He put his hands up, he was ready to kill you but something in him just couldn't.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me. There would be a point to that." He clenched his fists. He saw you walk away and disappear in the crowd.

Tears rolled down his eyes.

"I loved you Y/N! I loved you!" He shouted these words in his mind.

He said these words under his breath while having a complete breakdown, "In the end, We, as in you and me were never meant to be."

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avataramy · 9 months

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when did it end?

— finding comfort after tragedy

paring: gojo satoru x gender neutral reader

contents: established relationship w satoru; reader is a teacher/sorcerer at jujutsu high too; reader is best friends/grew up in the same class with sashisu; this takes place a few days/a week after the night parade/suguru’s death

warnings: angst, i guess? and terrible writing lmfaooo also not proofread 😮‍💨

a/n: i was listening to what was i made for by billie eilish on repeat while writing this so i suggest the same! especially the part where it says “when did it end?//all the enjoyment//i’m sad again//don’t tell my boyfriend” 😭😭😭 also i haven’t written anything in YEARS so please don’t flame me for this! 😭😭😭

it was early one morning, maybe a week or so after the night parade of a hundred demons. you had barely gotten any sleep since then and tonight wasn’t an exception. after tossing and turning all night, you decided to sit out on a grassy courtyard at jujutsu high and watch the sunrise. in a few hours you’d have to get ready for your students, today was supposed to be the first day back. you sat in silence mulling over today’s lesson plans when you heard satoru’s voice from across the courtyard. “oi! what’re you doin’ out here so early?” he sauntered over and plopped down next you. you look over at him. he wasn’t wearing his blindfold so you could see his bright, crystal blue eyes. they were tired and red underneath. you looked back up at the sky. “couldn’t sleep. you?” he nods, looking up at the sky too, “same.”

you two sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. the birds were waking up and flying over head. he breaks the silence, asking “you ok?” you chuckle, “i’m barely keeping it together.” you looked at him, “you?” he tenses up but sighs, relaxing and laying down in the grass. “nah…not all,” he finally says. you nod, looking back up at the sky.

a moment of silence passes again.

“do you remember when would escape our dorms the 4 of us and make midnight trips to the 7-eleven?” satoru asked quietly. you bring your knees to your chest, hugging and resting your chin on them. you smile fondly, remembering those memories, “yeah…sometimes we’d drag kento and yu with us. iori and mei too.” satoru continued, “shoko would make suguru buy her cigarettes since he looked older than all of us.” “the cashier definitely knew we were all underage but he was too scared of suguru to tell him no,” you laughed, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. “and then we would just sit outside the store, laughing and talking until the sun started to rise. we would have to race back to the school, to our dorms before yaga would notice we were gone,” you said as you wiped away your tears. “somehow you and suguru would always get caught by him!” “heh, yeah,” satoru laughed. “man…those were the days.” satoru looked over to you, noticing you were crying. he sat up, concerned. you noticed him staring at you and tried to turn away from him. “oh sorry, i think it’s my allergies,” you said, voice slightly shaky. “(y/n),” he said softly. “it’s nothing, i’m fine i promise,” you say, voice cracking again. satoru sighs, placing his legs on either side of you and bringing you into his arms, turning off his limitless. you sob silently, leaning against him. “it’s not fair. we were all so young. we didn’t deserve to experience what we did so young. why did the higher-ups force us to go do missions filled with so much danger?” you say between sobs. “i know,” satoru says, rubbing your back. “why did riko have to die? why did yu have to die? why did suguru have to do what he did? did he not know he could’ve relied on us if he was feeling lost?” you cry loudly. satoru pressed his lips on the top of your head, closing his eyes. tears fell down his cheeks. you two cried in each others arms as the sky turned shades of orange and pink, mourning the loss of your youth, of your friends, of your happy memories.

“satoru…i’m tired,” you whispered after awhile. all of your pent up emotions had toppled over and tired you out, both physically and mentally. “me too,” he whispered, against your hair. you pull away and placed a tender hand on his wet face. “let’s go to bed, yeah?” you say. he nods, kissing your temple again. you stand up, leaning against him. you wrap your arms around each other, walking to the dorms. he brings you to the room, pulling you into bed with him. he sends yaga a quick message, stating to cancel classes today, that you weren’t feeling good and he was taking care of you for the day. you laid down, facing each other, arms still wrapped around each other. he brings you in close, kissing your forehead and resting his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes. you close your eyes and finally fall asleep, listening to each other’s soft breathing, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

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asdfghjklmals · 3 months

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LILIES & ROSES 2.0✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestiveness and mentions of sex. WORD COUNT: 4.1k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dad!gojo, mom!oc. established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru celebrate baby gojo's first valentine's day! AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy early valentine's day everyone! sorry i've been so mia. i hope this fic will make up for my absence. the first ‘lilies & roses’ fic was for oc gojo girlfriend’s mother’s day so make sure to read that. 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

you and satoru woke up at exactly 5am to your five-month-old human alarm clock babbling in her snoo.

you felt slender, yet strong arms slide under your shirt to pull you closer, even if it was just for a moment. a quick, welcoming kiss by soft tender lips pressed onto your exposed shoulder blade.

“good morning, sweetheart.” satoru whispered into your ear, finally pulling away from you so he could start his morning routine with his daughter.

you turned to face him, half-awake eyes following each step from his side of the bed to your daughter’s bassinet across the room. you let out a tired sigh.

“there’s daddy’s big girl!” satoru said with a quiet, yet cheery voice. a gummy smile appeared on the face of your 5 month old baby girl. it was a smile that satoru never got tired of seeing.

he reached down to pick up sayuri, holding her close to his chest so that her head could rest on his shoulder. you saw her peeking at you. you shot a soft smile at her as her lips trembled. she wanted mommy right now. and where the hell was her milk?

before sayuri could even let out a cry for you, satoru quickly left the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. this was the start of his morning routine, bonding time with his daughter that he always looked forward to.

and so, you shut your eyes for a couple more minutes before satoru and sayuri would come back with their special delivery, your morning coffee. (read ‘morning routine 2.0’ here)

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“okay, yurs—here’s the game plan,” satoru said to his baby girl, “today is something called valentine’s day. usually mommy and daddy go out on a date and then participate in love-making-physical-activities at night, but since we have you this year, i think we should change it up a little.”

sayuri drooled on satoru’s shoulder, unsure of what her father was babbling on about. she pursed her lips and continued to drool.

“we need to stop by the flower shop first so we can get her a nice big bouquet of ros—i mean lilies. those are your mommy’s favorite flower you know. did you know you’re named after them?” (read 'hello baby' here)

sayuri. sayuri meant ‘small lily’ in japanese. it was the perfect name for your perfect baby girl.

satoru continued on with explaining his plan to his partner in crime, “then—i was thinking that while you take your afternoon nap, i can cook a late lunch for mommy. i haven’t done that for her in a long time.”

satoru stirred sweet creamer into your cup of coffee and smiled. he felt as if his plan was going to be perfect—another successful valentine’s day for satoru gojo in the books.

as he imagined how the day would progress, he warmed up a packet of your stored breast milk for sayuri before she started to fuss. but sayuri gojo was no fool, she knew she was going to be fed in a few moments so she decided to give grace to her trying father. she decided that she’d throw a tantrum later.

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“what do you mean you’re taking sayuri out by yourself?” you frowned after taking a sip of your morning coffee. you had hoped to spend some time with your little family today—it was valentine’s day after all.

last year, you told satoru that you didn’t want to do anything extravagant because you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy. you were nauseas and tired during your first trimester. knowing him, he would have already had a trip to somewhere tropical planned if you hadn’t told him that you wanted to stay home.

satoru mischievously grinned, rubbing salt into your wound, “we are going to have a daddy-daughter date for valentine’s day.”

“what if i wanted to have a mommy-daughter date?” you pouted back at your baby daddy, “it’s our baby girl’s first valentine’s day, can’t we spend it together?”

an imaginary lightbulb lit up above satoru’s head. he did need time to cook for you without you being in the apartment, so maybe you could take sayuri during that time.

“how about you take sayuri out for a couple hours?” satoru suggested, “we’ll be home by 2pm.”

“—but 2pm is her nap time, satoru.”

‘of course you wouldn’t forget about her nap time.’ satoru thought to himself. he shifted his milk-drunk daughter in his arms so he could face you.

“okay, how about this, sweetheart—i’ll take yurs and be home by noon. she can take an early nap, and then you can have her at 3pm. i have an appointment from 3pm-5pm anyways.”

satoru may have lied about having an appointment, but he needed to have an excuse not to be with you and sayuri so he could prepare for your valentine’s day surprise.

“can we celebrate after your appointment?” you asked eagerly. your daughter’s first valentine’s day was important to you. not only was it sayuri’s first, it was yours and satoru’s first as parents.

“of course, sweetheart.” satoru said as he leaned in for a kiss on your forehead, a sneaky grin plastering his face, “we have a tradition to uphold.”

“if sex is the tradition you’re talking about, i swear to—”

a whimpering cry interrupted your empty threat to satoru. sayuri was still hungry. she started to wail as if she was screaming, ‘more food, please!’

“—and that’s my queue to leave,” satoru said as he handed off sayuri to you. he quickly jumped out of the bed to make sayuri another bottle.

you shook your head and chuckled.

“your daddy is so silly,” you looked down at satoru gojo’s mini-me. everything you loved about satoru reflected back at you in your daughter. her slender nose, soft pink lips, and her thin white eyebrows. you had the most perfect child. of course you did, she was satoru gojo’s copy and paste.

“so baby girl—i was thinking that while we go on our mommy-daughter date, we can go see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku. daddy would be devastated if we didn’t get him anything for valentine’s day.”

sayuri looked up at you as you patted her back gently. she felt content being in your arms. it gave her comfort and soothed away any fears she may have had, just like daddy’s—and it was the exact same feelings that satoru felt whenever he was in your arms.

“then we can come back home and spend the night with daddy!” you said excitedly with a giggle, “you have to protect mommy from daddy tonight, okay?”

sayuri gojo wouldn’t understand your joke, but you knew what satoru gojo’s intentions were on a day like valentine’s day.

later that morning

“your mom must be loving the fact that she can sleep in today,” satoru chuckled to his daughter as he opened the glass door to the flower shop.

satoru, you, megumi, and tsumiki have been going to this flower shop ever since you moved to the apartment. at first, it was just convenient for satoru. satoru always bought you flowers whenever he upset you or whenever he wanted to surprise you with them just to see you smile. and now, after years of giving the flower shop owner business, you were regulars—to the point where the owner, mrs. itose, had a customized bouquet on hand made just for you whenever satoru or the kids needed it.

“good morning, satoru! good morning, miss sayuri!” the flower shop owner greeted the father-daughter duo.

satoru smiled, presenting his baby girl, “say hi to grandma itose!”

grandma itose had been around for the growth of yours and satoru’s relationship. she was like family. when you gave birth to sayuri, she sent the world’s most beautiful bouquet of lilies you had ever seen. mrs. itose placed her bets that baby gojo was going to be a girl and because of that, she was one of the first people to know sayuri’s name.

“i’m guessing you’re here for valentine’s day?” the shop owner smiled as she continued to wrap rose bouquets to sell for the day. it was a busy day for mrs. itose.

satoru scratched the back of his head and grinned, “that obvious?”

“don’t you worry, satoru. i have (y/n)’s bouquet ready for you.” mrs. itose said with a smug, yet confident grin. she wiped off her hands on a towel and walked to the back of the shop, disappearing for a moment.

satoru watched sayuri as her small, curious eyes scanned the store. her eyes were always full of wonder. she gave a gummy smile to the shop owner who smiled back at her while holding your large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller bouquet of lilies alongside it.

“what’s that small bouquet for?” satoru asked, knowing he didn’t order a small bouquet.

mrs. itose smacked satoru’s shoulder, “not only do you have (y/n) to buy flowers for, but you have to buy them for your daughter too!”

satoru’s heart sank. he felt guilty that he didn’t even think about buying his mini-me, his adorable little girl, a bouquet for valentine’s day. he now had two girls in his life to think about.

“i didn’t even think about that before we had sayuri.” he sheepishly admitted, giving sayuri an apologetic kiss to her chubby cheek.

“being a girl dad will make you realize a lot of things.” mrs. itose teased, “a reflection of how you treat (y/n) is a guideline to how sayuri will expect to be treated by her significant other when she grows up.”

the thought of sayuri growing up, dating, and eventually getting married gave satoru the chills. he didn’t even want to think about it. all he knew was that whoever his daughter ended up loving, they better love her the way he loved you.

“grandma itose, thank you for teaching me how to be a good dad. and you’ve always helped me be a good partner to (y/n).” satoru said with appreciation. mrs. itose was always a listening ear when he would pick up flowers after an argument.

the shop owner smiled warmly at satoru and sayuri, “have a happy valentine’s day, you two.”

satoru held the two bouquets up with his cursed technique and paid the shop owner double the amount of what the flowers actually costed. he made sure to leave before mrs. itose could say anything.

“say bye to grandma itose, yurs.” satoru sang as he held sayuri’s arm to wave goodbye.

next year, he would make sure to remember to order flowers for his precious little lily too.

later that afternoon

“i bet your daddy wishes he could be here with us.” you sang smugly as you pushed sayuri’s nuna stroller down the familiar streets of tokyo. “he loves seeing grandpa kiku and grandma fuku.”

sayuri was bundled up warmly in her swaddle, enjoying the stroller ride. her view was a beautiful you. your long black hair flowed behind you in the wind, green eyes sparkling as you looked on ahead. sayuri looked at you just like satoru did. with awe.

“i’m sorry you had to change your nap time today.” you apologized, “mommy couldn’t help it. she wanted to spend time with you too.”

you weren’t mad at the fact that satoru and sayuri always got to spend time together, in fact, you loved that they had a bond. it was more of the thought that one day, your baby girl wouldn’t need her mother anymore.

you made your way to the kikufuku stand that you and satoru had been visiting since you were high schoolers. the stall owners recognized you immediately and rushed towards you.

grandma fuku called out your names excitedly, “(y/n)! sayuri!”

“hi mrs. fuku.” you laughed, knowing exactly what she wanted. you picked up sayuri and placed her in grandma fuku’s arms as she cooed at your baby.

grandpa kiku and grandma fuku were family, just like grandma itose. you remembered the moment when your belly started showing during your pregnancy. you wanted to surprise and visit grandma fuku to see if she would notice. grandma fuku was so excited when she realized you were pregnant, she wanted to close to shop immediately so she could sit down and talk to you about motherhood. that day, even grandpa kiku ended up giving satoru a lecture on how to be a good husband and that being a dad changes your entire life.

you were grateful for the kikufuku stand couple. they had been there for you and satoru when you were both in high school. their kikufuku stand was where you and satoru had your first date, and many more dates after that. they had become important parts of your lives and you hoped that they would be in your daughter’s too. (read 'love at first fight' here)

“grandpa kiku packed up all of satoru’s favorites.” grandma fuku said with a smile as she held sayuri in her arms. your baby enjoyed being held by anyone—she was a friendly baby, just like her friendly father.

grandpa kiku called out with a grin, “we figured one of you two would be here to pick these up.”

he held out a pink box of kikufuku towards you, all in satoru’s favorite flavors. you placed them in sayuri’s stroller and quickly paid the shop owners a generous amount of money, far more than what the sweet treat was actually worth. it was the least you could do for them after all these years of satoru terrorizing their kikufuku stand.

a visit to the kikufuku shop with sayuri always lasted longer than expected. they always wanted to hold her and talk about how she was doing. in a blink of an eye, an hour had already passed. you had to meet satoru back at home.

“on our next day off, satoru and i will bring sayuri.” you promised as you placed sayuri back into her stroller.

“that would be great! happy valentine’s day, (y/n) and sayuri! tell satoru we said hi!” the shop owners called out to you.

you gave them a bright smile and waved back, “we will! happy valentine’s day! don’t work too hard!”

“make sure to have lots of babies for me!” grandma fuku made sure to add.

you laughed at her request. you were pretty sure satoru’s sobo and your grandma wanted the same thing too. but for now, you and satoru wanted to enjoy the time you had with your little accident, sayuri.

at the gojo/(l/n) apartment

on your way home, a burning smell wafted through the apartment hallways, worrying you.

“is your father already home?” you asked your daughter as if she could answer you. you already knew it was satoru, you could sense his cursed energy residuals.

you typed in the code to the pin pad lock and pushed sayuri’s stroller in. the burning smell was coming from your kitchen.

“babe, are you okay…?” you called out.

“goddamn it—oh hi sweetheart!” satoru turned around attempting to mask his apparent frustration, he sucked on his thumb that he burned while attempting to grab something from the oven.

“did you burn yourself?”

“yes…” he mumbled, “can you come kiss it better?”

you laughed at how much of a baby the strongest sorcerer could be.

“let me grab sayuri, run it under cold water first.”

while you picked up sayuri from her stroller, satoru obediently ran his thumb under the kitchen faucet, the icy cold water soothing his burn.

you approached him from behind with sayuri attached to your hip, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

“you okay, babe?” you attempted to stifle a laugh.

satoru pouted and answered dramatically, “no, i might just die right now, it hurts so bad.” as a jujutsu sorcerer, you were pretty sure he’s felt worse than a simple cooking burn.

“hold her,” you demanded while you handed your daughter off to her father, “give me your hand.”

he quickly put his hand in yours. the red spot on his thumb was starting to blister. you focused your reversed cursed technique onto his burn, water appearing from the air to cover the spot on his thumb. when you released your technique, it was as if the burn never happened.

sayuri blinked in awe as she watched you and satoru. sayuri gojo was born with cursed energy, but you and satoru didn’t know what her innate cursed technique was yet. was it limitless from the gojo clan? or was it an elemental technique from your clan?

“you’re such a baby, satoru.” you teased, “you can use reversed cursed energy yourself but for some reason, you always come to me to heal you.”

“guilty as charged.” satoru grinned before pulling you in for a kiss, “i’ll always be your baby.”

you pulled away from him, biting your lip with a seductive grin. curious sayuri leaned towards the kitchen, grabbing your attention. you turned to stare at the oven, “so what happened to my kitchen?”

“i tried to make us dinner but i forgot about the food in the oven while i was cleaning and decorating.” satoru said, face palming his forehead.

you turned to look at the decorations satoru was talking about. a large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller one sat on the glass dining table, rose petals decorated the floor with candles lit all around the kitchen and living room area. it reminded you of your 25th birthday. (read ‘forget me not’ here)

you blinked twice. you didn’t even notice how clean the apartment was or all the valentine’s day decorations that satoru put up when you first came through the door. the burning smell must’ve distracted you.

you walked over to the patio door to open it, airing out the burnt smell and smoke. as you made your way back to satoru, he sunk into the couch, white cushions engulfing him, sayuri sitting on his chest. she gently patted his chest as if she was consoling him.

“what’s wrong?” you asked with concern.

satoru crest-fallen, mumbled, “i had the perfect valentine’s day planned out for us, but i burnt our dinner.”

“the only thing that matters is that our apartment isn’t burnt down.” you giggled.

“but sweetheart, i wanted today to be perfect.”

“it’s already perfect,” you smiled at him and then at your daughter, “i have my perfect man, my perfect baby, and you got me flowers. what more could i ask for?”

“a perfect dinner?” satoru added sarcastically.

you shot a glare at him before grabbing his chin with your hand, positioning his face to look straight at you.

“what were you cooking anyways?”

“a prime rib roast.”

you really would’ve enjoyed that prime rib roast today, but you had to save satoru’s pride. satoru gojo couldn’t be perfect at everything.

“it’s fine, who cares about a roast!” you bluffed while letting go of his chin, “how about we get take out from sushi go?”

“not splendid sushi?” satoru asked, knowing that you liked splendid sushi, while his favorite was sushi go.

“no, we can get sushi go tonight.” you said with a smile in hopes that it would make satoru feel better, “and before i forget, sayuri and i got you something for valentine’s day.”

sayuri babbled while attempting to eat the buttons of satoru’s dress shirt. she reached for satoru face as he playfully nipped at her stubby fingers with his mouth.

you made your way back to the couch with satoru's box of kikufuku. a smile crept back on his face. he couldn’t stay mad if a box of his favorite sweets were being presented to him by an extremely captivating and beautiful woman.

“my girls went to see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku without me?” he teased, squeezing and poking at sayuri’s chubby cheeks.

“mhmm.” you laughed, “we had to make sure we didn’t forget about daddy on our mommy-daughter date.”

“speaking of forgetting… you know what mrs. itose said to me today?”

you tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue on with his story.

“she said whenever i buy flowers for you, i should buy some for yurs too. she mentioned that how i treat you is gonna be a guideline on how sayuri is going to expect to be treated from her significant other when she grows up.”

“well, mr. satoru gojo, it’s a good thing you take very good care of me and treat me very well.” you smiled back at him, eyes full of adoration for the love of your life—and the father of your child.

satoru added, “—and don’t forget i love you very much.”

you snuck a kiss on satoru's cheek, “i love you too, babe.”

you looked back at the flowers sitting on the dining table. mrs. itose’s work was beautiful. you have never received a subpar bouquet from her and satoru. you spotted sayuri’s baby bouquet, noticing hers exclusively had lilies.

“i like how baby girl gets a bouquet of just lilies but mine still have roses in there even though you know lilies are my favorite flower.” (read ‘lilies & roses’ here)

“it’s an inside joke for us now. it’d be weird if you didn’t have roses in your bouquet.” satoru chuckled as sayuri laid on his chest, looking up at you. you admired the sweet sight, your child and your lover both looking back at you with the same eyes you loved so much.

“so how about that take out order?” satoru asked with his fingers on the speed dial for sushi go.

“don’t forget my salmon nigiri!”

EXTRA:

“i’m exhausted,” satoru huffed as he laid down on his side of the bed, his arm covering his eyes and forehead.

he had spent the last two hours cleaning the oven from the failed prime rib dinner while you and sayuri went through her night routine. (read ‘grateful for you’ here)

“too tired for your love-making activities?” you asked curiously, wondering if the baby blue lingerie set you wore under your robe tonight was going to go to waste.

“for once in my life, i think i am.” satoru sighed.

you pouted, “that’s a shame. i bought the cutest lingerie set just for you. it has a garter and everything!”

satoru sat up, interested in what you had to say. “well, when you put it that way… how about you show me? is it see through? is it edible? does it have ease of access?”

you giggled at his silly questions. he pulled you into his lap as he starting to unravel your robe, tracing kisses along your collarbone, the sensation tickling you.

you sensed a familiar cursed energy waver. immediately, you put your hands on satoru’s chest, stopping him from his ministrations.

“what is it?” he asked impatiently as he bit at your hands.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “you don’t sense it? she’s gonna cry, daddy.”

satoru was hoping in all honestly that sayuri would self soothe and fall back asleep on her own.

you heard sayuri whimpering. her whimpering turned into a full on cry, your motherly instincts were spot on.

“oh come on, yurs…” satoru groaned.

“maybe next friday we can get a hotel room.” you laughed, knowing that megumi would be home for the weekend to babysit. (read ‘date night vs. babysitting night’ here)

you wrapped your robe around yourself again and stepped out of bed to comfort your crying baby. you carried your fussing daughter to the king sized bed that you and satoru shared, placing her right in the middle between you and the white haired sorcerer.

“you can sleep with mommy and daddy tonight.” you said softly as you patted sayuri gently, coaxing her to fall asleep again.

“nice one, yurs,” satoru chuckled. he noticed sayuri had stopped crying and fell right back asleep as soon as she laid in the bed with the two of you. “saving your innocent mommy from your monstrous daddy, huh?”

you laughed, remembering how you had asked sayuri to protect you from satoru earlier. satoru turned to face you and sayuri. the both of you watched as she breathed in and out, her tiny body relaxing and sleeping so peacefully in the presence of the two of you. your heart swelled watching her, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and satoru.

“happy valentine’s day, sayuri and mommy.” satoru whispered across his sleeping daughter.

you looked down at your baby girl before smiling back at satoru, “happy valentine’s day, sayuri and daddy.”

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↱ rebuilding the clan ↰

➘ summary : Satoru Gojo always have ulterior motives even his ulterior motives have ulterior motives and one of those ulterior motives are to rebuild his clan

➘ Satoru Gojo x reader, jjk x reader

Satoru Gojo, the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer, found himself amidst an outing with his first-year students. The day was free from missions, providing them a rare opportunity to experience a sense of normalcy. As they strolled through the bustling streets, Gojo's attention was drawn to a shop's window display, where delicate baby clothes were on view.

His students exchanged curious glances, and Yuuji Itadori couldn't resist breaking the silence. "Sensei, what are you looking at?"

Gojo's gaze remained fixed on the baby clothes, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Just reminiscing about the past," he replied, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

Nobara Kugisaki's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Reminiscing? You're not secretly shopping for someone, are you?"

Gojo chuckled softly, his signature confidence still present. "You never know what the future holds. But don't worry, I'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

With those words, Gojo excused himself and stepped into the shop. His students exchanged intrigued glances but decided to continue their outing, wondering what had caught their instructor's attention.

Inside the shop, Gojo browsed the selection of baby clothes with a thoughtful expression. Memories of a life he rarely spoke about filled his mind—memories of a wife and daughter he had to protect from the dangerous world of sorcery. Determination fueled his actions as he carefully selected a few items.

Returning to his students with a discreet bag in hand, Gojo noticed their curious expressions. They wasted no time in questioning him about his sudden departure and his purchase.

He smiled at their curiosity before revealing his phone. "You see, there's a good reason I keep certain aspects of my life hidden."

He unlocked his phone, revealing a gallery filled with pictures and videos that showcased a radiant smile, a tiny hand reaching out, and a baby girl's laughter. The students' eyes widened in surprise, their astonishment evident.

One of the students finally spoke up. "Sensei, you have a child?"

Gojo nodded, his expression a mixture of warmth and caution. "Yes, a daughter. And a wife. But I've kept them hidden to ensure their safety. In the world of jujutsu sorcery, there are always those who would exploit any weakness."

His students nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The dangerous nature of their world meant that even someone as powerful as Gojo had to take precautions to protect his loved ones.

As the students processed the revelation, Gojo's smile remained, though it held a hint of sadness. "Now you know why I keep this part of my life private. The safety of my family is my top priority."

The outing continued, their interactions filled with a newfound respect and understanding for their enigmatic instructor. The hidden layers of Satoru Gojo's life, often overshadowed by his power and confidence, served as a reminder that even the strongest warriors had vulnerabilities they would go to great lengths to protect.

The students' curiosity about Satoru Gojo's family remained piqued. They exchanged glances and whispered among themselves, expressing their desire to meet his wife and daughter. The prospect of getting to know a more personal side of their enigmatic instructor intrigued them.

Finally, one of the students, Yuuji Itadori , gathered the courage to speak up. "Sensei, we're really interested in meeting your wife and daughter. It's not every day we get to know more about your personal life."

Gojo chuckled softly, his gaze shifting to his students. "I appreciate your curiosity, but my wife isn't exactly a fan of social gatherings. She's not what you'd call a people person."

Nobara Kugisaki's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, come on, Sensei! We promise to be on our best behavior."

Gojo arched an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You're a spirited bunch, but even that might not be enough to win her over."

Yuuji Itadori chimed in with a grin. "Well, maybe if we show her how responsible and trustworthy we are, she'll be more open to the idea."

Gojo's lips curved into a smile. "You guys really want to meet them, huh?"

The students nodded eagerly, their enthusiasm evident. Gojo couldn't help but be touched by their genuine interest. His family was a cherished part of his life, and their curiosity made him realize just how much his students had come to respect and care for him.

"Alright," Gojo finally relented, "I'll see what I can do. But I can't promise anything."

The students erupted into cheers and expressions of gratitude, their excitement contagious. Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm, though he secretly hoped his wife would be open to the idea.

As the outing came to an end, the students walked alongside their instructor with newfound excitement. The prospect of meeting the mysterious woman who held Gojo's heart intrigued them. Little did they know that this encounter would bring them closer to understanding the layers of Satoru Gojo's life beyond his powerful sorcerer persona.

With the students' enthusiasm and their instructor's persuasive skills, Satoru Gojo managed to convince his wife to pay a visit. The day arrived when his wife and daughter would come to meet the curious group of students who had shown such genuine interest in their family.

As they gathered in a room within the jujutsu sorcerer headquarters, anticipation hung in the air. The students exchanged excited glances, their curiosity mounting. Gojo's wife entered the room first, her presence commanding attention. She exuded an air of grace and reserved elegance that was impossible to ignore.

Gojo stood beside her, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my wife, (Y/N), and our daughter, Vayna."

(Y/N)'s gaze swept over the group, her expression reserved but not unfriendly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she greeted in a soft voice, her tone carrying a hint of formality.

The students introduced themselves one by one, some feeling slightly nervous under her watchful eye. Vayna, nestled in her mother's arms, blinked her bright eyes at the unfamiliar faces, her curiosity mirroring that of her father's students.

Gojo's prediction proved correct as (Y/N) remained somewhat standoffish, though not unkind. "Give her some time," Gojo assured the students with a knowing smile. "Once she's more comfortable, she'll be talking your ears off."

The icebreaker came in the form of Yuuji Itadori, who couldn't resist approaching Vayna with a friendly grin. "Hi there, little one! I'm Yuuji. Can I say hi?"

Vayna's wide eyes studied Yuuji for a moment before her lips curved into a tiny smile, and she let out a delighted gurgle.

The students chuckled, charmed by the baby's response. (Y/N)'s expression softened as she watched her daughter interact with the students. "It seems she's taken a liking to you," she commented, her tone warmer now.

Nobara Kugisaki approached with a grin. "Hi, Vayna! I'm Nobara. You've got a cute smile!"

Vayna responded with another delighted gurgle, reaching out her small hand toward Nobara.

As each student took turns interacting with Vayna, (Y/N)'s demeanor gradually softened. Her guardedness began to fade, replaced by a warmth that hinted at the bond she shared with her family.

As the meeting progressed, (Y/N) shared anecdotes about Vayna's antics and the challenges of motherhood, and the students listened with rapt attention. They marveled at the way her love for her daughter shone through, and it became clear that her initial standoffishness was simply a protective barrier that time and familiarity could breach.

As the day came to an end, (Y/N) looked around at the group with a genuine smile. "Thank you for making us feel welcomed,” she said sincerely.

The students exchanged smiles, feeling grateful for the chance to glimpse a side of their instructor's life that was rarely seen. As they said their goodbyes, they couldn't help but look forward to the moments when Vayna would indeed be talking their ears off, just as Gojo had predicted.

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