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in class. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader

The sun shines through the windows of the physics lab, casting beams of light onto the wooden tables. The atmosphere is studious, but a lingering distraction sits right in front of you.

Gojo, still a little too relaxed for a physics class, seems completely absorbed in something other than the equations covering his textbook.

His glasses are a little too low on his nose, a position he clearly doesn't mind. He watches you out of the corner of his eye; you can almost feel his lingering gaze. Every time you look up from your notes to look at him, you catch sight of him, his lips slightly curved in an amused smile.

"Seriously, Gojo, you're not really planning on studying, are you?" you ask, trying to mask the curiosity in your voice.

He straightens slightly and looks at you. His fingers make slow circles on the edge of his textbook, his smile widening. "Oh, I'm studying." "And you're going to explain how?" You raise an eyebrow, amused by his insolence.

He pauses dramatically, as if weighing his words before replying, "Because the only thing I need to understand is why you're so irresistible."

A nervous laugh escapes your lips despite yourself. You shake your head, not wanting to be swept away by his attempts at flirting. "This isn't a time to be romantic, Gojo. You need to be focused, and this is physics we're talking about. You know the complicated stuff we're learning today."

Gojo tilts his head, an exaggeratedly serious expression on his face. "Physics, you say?" He picks up his textbook and turns it over, placing it on the table in front of you, showing a page full of equations and diagrams. "I'm an expert on this subject, baby."

"Of course."

Gojo leans forward, his face almost against yours. "Of course. But my real question is: How do you expect a guy as brilliant as me to focus on that when his girlfriend's beauty shines brighter than any constant?"

Your heart skips a beat, even though you try to remain impassive. He has a way of melting you with his mathematical words. You sigh, trying to stay focused, but he doesn't seem to be letting you.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cuts through the atmosphere. "Gojo, Y/N, please come back down to Earth and focus."

The professor stands in front of you, a piercing gaze directed at Gojo, who seems surprised. "I see your study of the theorem of relativity is taking a rather... personal direction." He raises an eyebrow, a small, wry smile playing on his lips.

Gojo immediately straightens up, brightening up. "Oh, professor, I assure you, we're working. Personally, I'm trying to understand the laws of the universe, and now the universe is telling me that my girlfriend is a fascinating phenomenon."

You blush and cover your face with your hand, but the Professor doesn't seem at all impressed by Gojo's attempt. "You have a test coming up, Gojo. And your constant right now should be studying, not flirting."

Gojo gives him a wide smile. "Of course, of course! You're right, Professor. Don't worry." He then turns his gaze to you, his expression innocent. "But I have priorities, and you, Y/N, are at the top of my list."

The Professor sighs before continuing on his way, his gaze fixed on the rest of the class. "You're incorrigible, Gojo. But I'm sure you'll pass this test without a problem, even if I'm not convinced by your study method."

Gojo waits for the teacher to disappear to the back of the room before turning back to you, a mischievous smile on his face. "See, Y/N? Even the teacher admits I'm a genius."

You shake your head, trying to regain control of the situation. "You're not a genius, Gojo. You're just a nerd who can't concentrate."

He smiles wider, a little softer this time. "A nerd in love with you, and that's an equation I have no intention of solving."

He takes your hand and places a light kiss on your palm, whispering. "And I plan to keep you forever."

"Idiot."

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enterprising tutor. nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Gojo Satoru’s mocking voice pulls you out of your already fragile concentration. Sitting across from you, glasses on his nose, he stares at you with that smug look that makes you want to throw your notebook at his face.

You squeeze your pencil. “If you stopped talking in riddles, maybe I’d understand better.”

He laughs softly, his smile widening his lips as if he found the situation amusing. With a lazy gesture, he flips through your notebook, his index finger casually tracing the margin of an equation you’re supposed to solve.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s not that complicated… You take this function, you derive it, and hop, you have your result.”

“ ‘hop’? Do you think it’s magic or what?” you growl, glaring at him.

Gojo rests his chin in his palm and stares at you, the shadow of his glasses half-hiding his piercing blue eyes. “To me, math is a bit like magic. It’s all about logic and elegance.”

“You’re an insufferable tutor.”

He smiles wider. “And yet, you keep coming to me for tutoring. Interesting reasoning.”

You cross your arms. “I have no choice, I have a test tomorrow. And for some reason, my teacher thought it was a good idea to stick me with you.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. “Ouch, that hurts. Are you implying that I’m a bad tutor?”

You sigh, your cheeks a little hot. The problem isn’t that he’s a bad teacher. It’s that he’s… distracting. His messy white hair, his cheeky smile, the way he always leans a little too close to you when he talks… Everything about him is an invitation to lose track.

As if to prove your point, he suddenly leans in, his face inches from yours. “Hm? You’re not listening.”

You pull away abruptly, your heart pounding. “Yes, yes, I am listening, you stupid nerd!”

His smile stretches even wider. “Oh? So tell me, what did I just explain?”

You open your mouth… and close it again immediately. Total silence. The void in your brain.

Gojo bursts out laughing. “Ah-ha! I knew it! You’re too busy staring at me to follow my explanations!”

You instantly turn red. “You’re so self-centered!”

He presses his fist to his cheek, looking falsely thoughtful, and smiles even wider. “It’s not my fault if I’m fascinating~.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to fail my test because of you… Thank you.”

Gojo picks up your notebook and writes something in it. When you look down, you see that he’s written down an equation with a sentence scribbled in blue ink just below it:

“If you pass, I’ll buy you a bubble tea. If you fail… we’ll do another tutoring session. Just you and me.”

You look up at him, but he pretends nothing, an enigmatic smile on his lips then winks at you.

Aren’t nerds supposed to be outgoing and not so enterprising?

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Yan!Satoru and Yan!Suguru Pt2!! (｡’▽’｡)♡

A/N: I plan on making a recent gojo and geto hc or fic, and then maybe a fic of the yan teen sillies!

CW: barista!nonsorcerer!gn!reader, murder, creepiness

word count: 491

Yan!satoru who became a regular (and by regular i mean coming back everytime you had your shift) at the cafe you work at, nagging to take an early break so he gets to ask you all about your day. Yaga is on his ass everytime he makes a detour from his mission if it's near the cafe, but to him, it's just a cursed spirit, why can't he just take a peek on how you're doing? He'll keep up the line to blabber how jujutsu high is just too mean on him and that he doesn't deserve the mistreatment, which often leads you into pushing him out of the way. (Which is fine by him, anything is fine if you're doing it.)

Yan!suguru who isn't fond of coffee, but sucking it up because it's you we're talking about. If you're making his coffee, it's the sweetest thing ever, even if it's pure black coffee. If he's having a bad day, a simple latte you made yourself makes it the brightest day ever. He'll ask about your day and subtly persuade you to go on a date (to him, atleast) after your shift is over. What a smooth talker. Geto is also a great listener, if you're ranting to him on your break about how nagging these customers are or how you got a burn from a customer spilling coffee, he won't try to shut you up.

Yan!SatoSugu who goes shopping with you after your shift, making you try on all kinds of luxuries, all kinds of jewelry, everything. They stop by some stores with house decor too, if you like it, they'll buy it, one for you, two for them. You ask if they liked it too, they just shrug and say it feels special to them.

Yan!SatoSugu who have practically a makeshift shrine of momentos and anything you like or has your dna (Suguru got his hands on the pencil you chewed on before Gojo, Satoru is still mad at him.), with pictures of you all together, or photos of you sleeping, everything you do is cherished with love and admiration.

Yan!SatoSugu who refuse to let you near an area that they're in a mission on. Oh, this is your apartment? Too bad, cursed spirit, you can't get killed. Satoru will whine and try to get you to live in the dorms, not like Yaga would let him anyways. But it's much safer than your apartment, think of all the cursed spirits crawling there!

Yan!SatoSugu who don't let anyone get close to you, either they go missing or cutting contact with you, your friendships never last long. They're the only friends you need, why be friends with everyone else? Not to mention those people could be trying to get their way close to them, to make them let their guard down just to stab them in the back. Don't you care about their protection??

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of cosplayer! satoru while taking a break from vessel satoru (a w.i.p).

g/n! reader and sfw.

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy! ᱬ ࣪𖤐

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cosplayer! satoru who is quite a popular person in the community, may or may not have over 4m followers on each platform and gains more by the second.

cosplayer! satoru who is known mainly for cosplaying characters with blue eyes, because let’s face it, he hates the thought of wearing contacts to change his eye colour.

cosplayer! satoru who, despite hating the thought of wearing contacts, will still cosplay other characters and wear them if needed - he’d rather show off his stunning blues.

cosplayer! satoru who spends time and money, which isn’t an issue, on making his own costumes and accessories as well as styling his own wigs. sure he has the money to buy them already made but where’s the fun in that? he needs everyone to admire his hard work and obvious skill. How else will they know him as the best?

cosplayer! satoru who makes sure to book himself into every single convention he can find at a time. that one’s that’s a few months away? check, he’s making plans of who he’s going to go as as he clicks confirm. the one that’s next year easily? he’s already booked into the hotel room and drafting up new cosplay ideas to bring to the table.

cosplayer! satoru who loves to post sneak peeks and previews of his upcoming lineups just so his fans can hype him up even more - this guy loves all the attention.

cosplayer! satoru who receives a ton of fan mail as well as fan art of him as various characters. he has a wall in his office dedicated to the stuff his fans send, they’re one of the main reasons why he loves doing what he does.

cosplayer! satoru who spends the days at cons letting fans take photos, taking part in group photos, showing off his cosplay as well as walking around artist alleys being sure to buy from small businesses because they make the most adorable pieces and he has to add them to his collections.

cosplayer! satoru who is aimlessly scrolling trough his tiktok one day after filming some drafts when he comes across a video from an account he’s sure he hasn’t seen before. he would know everyone he has on his fyp so this video came as a bit of a shock.

cosplayer! satoru who clicks in the comments to see that his friends photographer! suguru and vlogger! shoko have hyped up the person in the video, with comments of thanks and love being replied to them both. just who is this random person?

cosplayer! satoru who taps on the profile to be met with a page full of videos showcasing the various characters they’ve cosplayed over the years. finding that he has quite a few mutuals with the person and may or may not have met you a few times without realising.

cosplayer! satoru who ended up spending a good few hours scrolling through your page, smiling at some of the videos you posted, even your out-of-cosplay ones before scrolling back up to the top and tapping that follow button - receiving a notification a few hours later that you followed him back.

cosplayer! satoru books another con with his friends and posts in the group chat about it, finding out from photographer! suguru and vlogger! shoko that you’ll also be attending with some of your own friends. who ends up suggesting that you should all meet up and spend the weekend together.

cosplayer! satoru who’s smiling brightly when vlogger! shoko pops a message in the chat saying that you’d be more than happy to do that, finding himself added to a new group chat with you and your friends. watching the messages pop up as you all exchange greetings and begin to discuss your lineup for the weekend and what you’d be doing.

cosplayer! satoru who, when the con weekend comes, has a blast with everyone especially you. he had to admit he’d had more fun than any other con with you there, much to the amusement of photographer! suguru and vlogger! shoko who’ve got so much content from the days that they’ll be busy for a week at least sorting everything out.

cosplayer! satoru who messages you one day asking if you ever wanted to collab the next time you both end up meeting up, of course he’s ecstatic when you agree that he ends up spending a good few hours just texting you about the most random things he can think of, smiling like a little kid when you match his energy.

cosplayer! satoru who sees you’ve posted a video you took at the con weekend that has him in, double tapping to love and leaving a comment that he sees you love almost instantly with a reply of “totally didn’t mean to catch a candid background moment of you ha!”.

cosplayer! satoru who finds himself starting to be fanboy! satoru the more he looks over your content, even finding both your public and private instas thanks to a few of your friends, which you accept his follow request on your private before requesting to follow back and following back on your public one.

cosplayer! satoru who sends you a message asking if you would like to meet up one day outside of cosplaying, he wants to get to know you as you and not as a person in a costume who’s quite popular yourself.

cosplayer! satoru who ends up having the time of his life with you at an arcade, winning prizes and being competitive before finishing the night at a burger joint for some food - making sure you’re back home safely before saying goodbye to you.

cosplayer! satoru who posts videos and pictures of your day together on his private insta, making sure to tag you in every post and story he pops up. not that you mind, you’re glad he had fun.

cosplayer! satoru who finds himself duetting/stitching your videos with characters from the same fandoms as you cosplay, making his dream of doing a proper video with you one step closer to coming true.

cosplayer! satoru who one day finds himself at another con with you, being dragged toward your phone as you laugh, selecting a sound before you both start recording a video together, having the time of your lives.

cosplayer! satoru who spends more time with you as the days go on, especially on video calls, as you talk about things happening in your lives. could it be he’s starting to catch feelings?

cosplayer! satoru who confides in photographer! suguru and vlogger! shoko that he’s got all these feelings stirring in him when he’s spending any amount of time with/talking to you, not noticing the way the two of them smirk at the other. they clearly know something he doesn’t.

cosplayer! satoru who ends up finding out that you feel the same about him after he overhears you on the phone to cosplay repairer! nanami one day on the way to a local meet-up for cosplayers in your area. he swears his heart skipped a beat as he knows he has to make this one perfect.

cosplayer! satoru who ends up asking you to be his better half at a con a few months later. you’d both finished recording another video and having some photos taken. of course you said yes, how could you not when he showed up matching the fandom you chose to cosplay from?

cosplayer boyfriend! satoru who posts an almost identical video and photo on his socials with the caption “when you have an excuse to do couple shoots that ooze genuine love now @/itsthemisms” which kind of matches your caption of “can’t wait to let the love flow through the screen with my boo @/blueeyesfordays”.

cosplayer boyfriend! satoru who loves posting you both in and out of cosplay as much as he can. why not when he’s proud to call you his other half, he just has to show the world how much he loves you and how much you love him. couple cosplay photos, videos, and vlogs of daily life? check, you’re both so in love with the other it shows to anyone and everyone around/watching.

cosplayer boyfriend! satoru who will do anything to make sure you’re happy, who'll make sure you’re looked after at cons when he’s not there and travel the world growing your combined fan bases. you’ve both become quite popular as individual cosplayers and as a couple. did somebody say couple goals?

cosplayer boyfriend! satoru who’s just so helplessly in love with you, and the fact you can both support each other in what you do is more than enough for him. you’re so perfect in every way to him.

cosplayer boyfriend! satoru who is so glad that he found you when he did; he can’t wait to make memories to last him in this life and the next, who knows that no matter what, home is where you (and the cosplays) are.

permanent tags;

@ani-net

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of tattoo artist! satoru who ended up tattooing his childhood crush one day. because after seeing a video on tiktok a few weeks ago, this wouldn’t go away.

g/n! reader and sfw

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

word count: 1,262

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tattoo artist! satoru who is the most sought after artists of his generation, who’s booked for months in advance because everyone wants at least one piece from him, but who always has spaces for his regulars who supported him since he started out.

tattoo artist! satoru who specialises in neo traditional, new school and minimalist tattoos but will exceed at any type of tattoo his client wants. he didn’t become the best tattoo artist of his age for no reason.

tattoo artist! satoru who has his very own studio alongside some other artists who he trusts and a couple of body piercers because why not? he’s a very social person when he wants to be. Also, did anybody say discounts/free body modifications?

tattoo artist! satoru who loves nothing more than chatting away and popping in on his co-workers when he has nothing to do in between clients or scheduling appointments in his dairy.

tattoo artist! satoru who has a whole other phone purely for his work otherwise he’d hate being on his own personal phone for so long - that way he can take breaks as and when needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who ended up with a cancellation one day and posts to his insta story asking if anyone wants to take the space for a discount - ends up with what felt like a million inboxes asking if they could take it, finally choosing someone with the help of his best friend suguru.

tattoo artist! satoru who starts to get the design ready while he waits for the person to come along, having had what they wanted sent across within minutes of receiving the message they’d been chosen, the sound of choso’s voice alerting him to his client being in the reception area ten minutes later.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks out and tilts his head when he sees said person with their back to him, offering a quick hello before the person turns to face him, only to suck in a breath when he sees that the person is you, someone who he hasn’t seen in quite a long time - you kept yourself hidden in your profile, not caring to show your face.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s suddenly nervous for the first time in a while, trying his best to keep his composure while he leads you back to his private room, away from the gaze of curious eyes who want to know who you are.

tattoo artist! satoru who closes the door behind you both once you enter, watching you as you take off your coat and walk over to where he is, watching as he adds the final details to the piece you wanted.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s takes in a shaky breath before he turns around to face you, signature smile pulling at his lips as he places the stencil on the area you want, checking everything is okay before waiting for the ink to dry as he sets everything else up, asking you to get onto the tattoo bed.

tattoo artist! satoru who begins to get to work on permanently branding the design on your skin, who can feel your gaze follow his hands as best you can as he continues to work, checking in on your now and then to see how you were feeling, noticing the subtle ways the area you were getting tattoo moving to the needle.

tattoo artist! satoru who gives a hum when he’s added the final few bits to your design, giving it a clean and taking some photos/videos before placing a second skin over it to make sure it’s protected. going through his aftercare with you, not taking his eyes off you as you listen closely, nodding along and asking questions where needed.

tattoo artist! satoru who walks you out of the studio all the while shooting daggers at sukuna, who came out of his room after finishing a piercing for his own client asking you for your phone number because he may or may not want to spite the man stood beside you.

tattoo artist! satoru who uploads your piece to his insta, watching the number of likes and comments at the top corner increase before he turned his attention to his personal phone and starts to doom scroll for a while, needing to give his brain a break for a bit.

tattoo artist! satoru who see’s a repost, a mention, a like and a comment from the account you messaged him on - tapping to scroll through your feed, getting lost for a while before noticing a new unread message in his inbox, much to his delight and surprise it’s you.

tattoo artist! satoru who reads your message, goofy smile on his face as you thank him for the session, wanting to book in for your next one with him as soon as you’re healed and he has free space - nearly missing the last few words of your message before doing a double take.

tattoo artist! satoru who finds himself feeling like a child again at the words you wrote - “you really haven’t changed at all, toru, it was nice to see you again”. he can’t help but feel all giddy inside when you call him that nickname you used for him before feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest.

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always happy to make time for you when you want a new piece of art - especially a custom piece you’ve begged him for for weeks now, proud to show off how he’s marking your skin in a way other tattoo artists wish they could - you’re not allowed to go anywhere else for a tattoo, that’s the rule now. the same also applies to piercings - he makes sure to keep his eyes trained carefully on his pink-haired piercer just in case he tries anything.

tattoo artist! satoru comes to realise he hadn’t gotten over the childhood crush, he just never thought he’d see you again after you moved away - much to his delight, you moved back to tokyo a year before you first messaged him. who’s delighted that you’re spending more time around the shop when you’ve got free time, helping him with new ideas for flashes and giveaways, because getting to spend a moment with you feels so damn right.

tattoo artist! satoru who, one day, tattoos a special design on you, only to get a matching one as well - he had to be the one to do them both as he didn’t want the moment to be ruined, everything had to be perfect. so what if it didn’t match the rest of his tattoos or yours?

tattoo artist! satoru who’s always been secret with his personal life, especially to the public, until he makes an insta post about his biggest muse and how he’s never letting them go ever - you. who finally posts your face for the world to see, happy smiles appearing on both your faces in the photo as he looks at you with pure love, you on the other hand offering a wink to whoever looks at the picture.

tattoo artist! satoru who may mark your skin with pieces of art but is also extremely good at leaving other marks littering over pieces of bare and inked flesh. he’s such an insatiable lover, he can’t get enough and he’ll be damned if he lets you go again for as long as you both live.

did anybody ever mention to you how hot he is covered in tattoos and piercings?

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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 just some needy husband thoughts with a certain white haired, blue eyed sorcerer.

a/n: this has been rotting away in my drafts for a few days now - may as well bite the bullet and post. breaking my blog dry spell with a new fandom alert. cross-posted on ao3. lower case intended. might make a one shot version of this.

fic version found on this post

18+ content - sexual content, ageless blogs & minors dni! as always likes, comments and re blogs are deeply appreciated. enjoy!

word count: 780

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needy husband! satoru who lets out a sigh of mixed emotions the second he’s slammed the front door shut, head leaning back as he rubbed his temple for a moment to relieve the tension he could feel.

needy husband! satoru who take a moment to enjoy the welcoming humming of home life after being away for days or weeks, he doesn’t even know at this point anymore, everything felt like it blended when he reached a certain point.

needy husband! satoru who rushes forward the moment he sees your head peaking out from the living room door, pinning you to the wall in seconds as he attacks your lips with fevered kisses, each one sloppier than the last (you still can’t figure out how he’s so fast).

needy husband! satoru who drops to his knees and begins placing sweet kisses on your thighs after ripping away your shorts and underwear, ignoring the whines that you’d just bought them - let’s face it, he’d buy you more anyway.

needy husband! satoru who wastes no time pushing your thighs apart, tongue flicking against your clit as his slender fingers slipped into your already wet pussy, scissoring as you moaned out, hands slipping into his hair to pull.

needy husband! satoru who gets easily bored a few moments later, wanting to be as close as physically possible to you as he quickly rids himself of all the material barriers, pressing his weeping mushroom tip through the slight ring of resistance before bottoming out inside you.

needy husband! satoru who begins rutting his hips upwards into you, dragging the most sinful noises from your throat as the sound of your wet cunt is drowned out, two of his most favourite sounds in the world.

needy husband! satoru who doesn’t hold back as he snaps his hips into you harshly, fat cock splitting your cunt open more as you moan out in want, eyes screwing shut as you try to regain yourself.

needy husband! satoru who loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, sucking him deeper into your core with each wild thrust.

needy husband! satoru who groans out at the feeling of your nails pressing into him, leaving red marks and small crescent moons that would no doubt be there for a few days, fingers gripping your hips in a bruising way.

needy husband! satoru who quickly pulls off his blindfold exposing his eyes to you, drinking in your cock drunk expression as you let a chant of his name roll off your tongue. his blues always drove you crazy and he loved the fact he was the only guy who could ever drag these noises from you.

needy husband! satoru who pistons into you harder and faster, chasing the high that he’s kept himself from having for weeks because of the mission, like a man possessed with the thought of stuffing you full of his cum.

needy husband! satoru who finally reaches his climax thanks to the strong milking of your walls due to your own ecstasy, loud moans being lost in sloppy rough kisses, hips stutter to a stop as he paints your insides white with his seed.

needy husband! satoru who only needs a moment before he changes scenery, opting for the place he knows you’d be most comfortable - your shared bed, keeping himself sheathed inside you the entire time

needy husband! satoru who cuddles closer to you, peppering kisses all over your face as he whispers sweet nothings, murmurs of how much he’s missed you and how he’s not leaving you for so long, purely because he can’t stand being away from you.

needy husband! satoru who ultimately turns into pussy drunk! satoru as he rolls his hips into yours, large hands grasping your fleshy breasts and fingers tugging at your nipples, cock hardening again at the noises you make once more, and nothing to do with the fact you’ve just rolled your hips into his and told him to stuff you full to the point where you’re weeping in pleasure, not able to take anymore as he seeps out of your swollen pussy.

needy husband! satoru who’s just hopelessly in love with you that he hates being away for longer than needed. who hates the missions he undertakes because he knows he might not come back to you.

but ultimately;

needy husband! satoru who loves spending every waking minute he can with you because life’s too short - he knows that better than anyone. who will do whatever it takes to be by your side, spoiling you or making love to you, as long as he has you, he didn’t care what you were both doing.

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Pov: it's gojo's birthday so you surprised him really good <3

tw: suggestive, really suggestive, moodboard

gojo x slightly stripper!reader

divider credit: @anitalenia

- On the Themes of Love, Vulnerability and Blindfolds in Jujutsu Kaisen -

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TAGS/WARNINGS- Implied/Slight spoilers for the Jjk Anime and Manga.

THESE ARE THOUGHTS THAT I WAS HAVING THAT I STRUNG TOGETHER- please don't come at me about the working I already know it's horrible.

((if you want to add one your own takes or pick apart mine, please do so cuz I eat this shit up like food on thanksgiving (and tag me I wanna see what you come up with))

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Love

Vulnerability

Blind love

Love is blind

Justice is blind

Love is not Justice and v.v.

(Justice and Love are two sides of the same coin but this is a conversation for another day)

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Justice is impartial

"Lady Justice wears a blindfold to represent impartial justice and everyday people close their eyes to shield themselves from reality"

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Gojo is not Justice

Gojo is Jusitce

Gojo is not impartial- he uses a blindfold to create a physical barrier between himself and others.

Gojo wears a blindfold to keep his memory of Geto in

Gojo wears a blindfold like a mask; a personally built facade to keep others out

Gojo harbours immense and infinite cursed energy

Gojo harbors immense and infinite love

Gojo's birth caused a boom in cursed energy/spirits to appear

Geto was born to mitigate (swallow) all of it

Geto was born to cancel out the effects of Gojo's birth

Geton was born to accept Gojo's love

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Gojo's immense and infinite love/cursed energy was meant for someone who is no longer with us;

He uses it sparringly

Basically never•

Few and far between•

Taking off the blindfold means to be vulnerable

Gojo has his blindfold off when he runs into Kenjaku (in his pov, it was Geto)

Gojo is vulnerable around Geto.

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Vulnerability is a weakness

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'Curses that work together in groups are weak'

Groups are weak

To Sukuna, Yuji making friends practically wherever he goes is a sign of weakness

But Yuji is strong

He subdues Sukuna for the greater part of the entire story

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Yuji and his friends are strong together

There is strength in numbers

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It's lonely at the top

It's lonely being the strongest

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Love means to be vulnerable and compromise strength in lieu of compassion and connection

Sukuna tries to 'connect' but is pushed away when his methods don't work

Sukuna uses extreme violence to play with and 'connect' to others

Most individuals don't want to connect that way

Sukuna doesn't use Yuji's methids of connection because that goes against everything he stands for

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Love is the worst curse of them all

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Who will teach Sukuna love?

Sukuna does not need to be taught love;

He has no use for it

___ will teach ___ (Sukuna) love

Sukuna is the strongest sorcerer in history

Sukuna is the King if Curses

Sukuna is the King of Love

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Sacrifices

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In order to make one, you need to sacrifice something

How much has Sukuna sacrificed to become the strongest?

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Binding Vows

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Love means to make sacrifieces

Love means to make sacrifices

Love means to be vulnerable

Gojo sacrificed Geto (and his love) for the greater good (and for other obvious reason)

Gojo loved Geto

Gojo cannot stand out when paired with Geto

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Hidden Inventory Arc (anime) - Gojo's eyes seem duller and less illustrious than usual,

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Gojo stands out when Geto is not around

Gojo is The Strongest

The Strongest isn't vulnerable

Gojo is vulnerable with Geto

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Sukuna believes vulnerablility is weak

Yuji wears his heart on his sleeve

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Gojo closed his heart.away after Geto died

Gojo never puts down infinity again (with minor exceptions)

Gojo wears a blindfold to keep others out

Taking off the blindfold means to be vulnerable

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Vulnerability is a weakness

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*The suffix -utl, "Something and nothing at once, polar opposites existing simultaneously."*

Love-utl

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Sukuna does not love

Sukuna hates Yuji

Gojo can love, chooses not to

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Love is sacrifice

Sukuna doesn't love anyone but himself

Sukuna rejected and sacrificed his previous (human) identity for his cursed one

Sukuna loves himself

Gojo loves loved Geto

Goji is immensely fond of others (his students/close friends)

Yuji loves (pretty much) everyone

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Gojo/Sukuna/Yuji is the strongest

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1. Love is sacrifice

- Gojo sacrificed Geto; his love

- Sukuna sacrificed everything else; his humanity

- Yuji sacrificed his previous peaceful life so he could save more people in his sorcerer life

2. Love is vulnerability

- Gojo swore to never be vulnerable again; his love came back to bite him again in his adult years and he payed the price for it; love is weakness

- Sukuna is not vulnerable; it is a weakness; the weak should die

- Yuji is vulnerable with his friends and is always ready to use his compassion for the best outcome; Yuji is open with his companions

3. Love is the worst curse of them all

- Love took the only person that could accept him; Gojo rarely uses love anymore

- Sukuna is the King of Curses, therefore the King of Love by proxy; Sukuna hates love; doesn't need to be taught it; Sukuna hates Yuji

- Yuji harbors the King of Curses

- Yuji defeated the King of Love

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Love is the worst curse of them all

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Love is not a curse

Love is strength

There is strength in numbers

Groups- together, connection, vulnerability, sacrifice- are strength

Yuji is/has all of these

Yuji is strong

Yuji defeated the King of Curses

Yuji harbors immense love

Sukuna hates love

Sukuna hates Yuji

Love is the worst curse of them all

Yuji is the worst curse of them all

Yuji is strong

Love is strength

Love is vulnerable

Yuji is both,

Love-utl,

Yuji is love

Yuji is The Strongest

--- Notes ---

*Please see (Tess of the Road, Rachel Hartman)

•"Basically never - few and far between":

I was making a reference to Gojo's infinity, how no one could ever get close to him. Fitting, no?

i hear your 'Suk and Gojo are soulmates' and I raise you 'Sukuna/Gojo/Geto are all souldmates because

Sukuna would've had such a fun time picking apart the inner mind of Geto

SatoSugu/hidden inventory was preamble for the doomed yaoi of all three men

Gojo is literally the center of the universe for both Suk and Sug. You cannot convince me otherwise

Cause if he wasn't the center of their universe's then:

why did Sukuna go through the trouble of like half a year of prep to kill him?

Why did Geto choose to let him go after the death of the Star Plasma Vessel, letting them both florish in their own rights

Also if Geto was alive for Shibuya then he'd probably be able to rally next to Sukuna and make the Culling Games/Sukuna v the World a hell of a lot longer

lmao sorry for the ramble, I have too many doomed! Yaoi x jjk thoughts running in my brain

Gege if Sukuna dies please let him meet Gojo in t the afterlife gege I'm begging you they are soulmates do not separate gege please I'm on my knees gege

headcanon that gojo is actually a massive nerd. if he had to go to university, he would probably major in mathematics just for the fun of it.

he has to run so many mathematical calculations in his head on a moment’s notice just to use his technique. i imagine he geeks out over numbers and whatnot. i bet his passwords are like the answers to some freak equation that only true nerds could know. he’d probably say shit like “yeah my favorite equation is the cauchy-goursat theorem. it’s an important statement about line integrals. it can be used to show that every function that is analytic on a simply connected domain has an antiderivative on that domain. isn’t that insane? that’s insane lol.”

🎧SATORU!GOJO protective

a/n: fluff content, got bored. and for some reason this has been sitting in my drafts for a month.

summary: your co-worker is harassing you, and when gojo finds out, he’s not very pleased.

word count: 1.15k

“Satoru!” You knew he wasn’t really listening after the first couple of words that’d come out of your mouth, pressed firmly in between your lips; slipping out.

you’d mentioned a co-worker. In which, the co-worker had made you a bit, uncomfortable. You’d come home from work, and found yourself heading over to your boyfriends office at his work.

Gojo had a nice black tux, while his shirt was also tucked into his pants a bit, and the button up had just a few of them ripped from the side.

With is beautiful hair to conclude, he was writing a report about some of the exchanges that were misplaced during the last batch of boxes.

Your boyfriend would be fired, if he wasn’t the boss.. and owner of the estate.

His reasoning for buying the expensive million-dollar penthouse-apartment; in which he made his office, was because he simply grew bored and he liked the color.

anyhow, you had waltzed in, saying hello to a couple workers at his marketplace, and passing through towards the receptionist; who immediately recognized you.

Hands deep in the computer, she’d seen your small fragile frame, pumping tears from sides of your eye lids, and doiling them away.

Almost instantly, you’d recieved a tissue, and concealed a good amount of the tears that wanted to escape; and now here you where, in his office, rubbing your precious head in between the crook of his neck.

You sat on his lap, while your legs spread open; allowing his waist to sit in between your thighs.

“Let me see your face princess.”

But you only discouraged his request, because you were embarrassed. Usually, you’d be the one to be so hard on Gojo, telling him that you don’t need support. You were the one known for wearing the pants in this relationship; considering your boyfriend could be a five year old majority of the time.

But when he was serious, then that meant things just were simply serious. It wasn’t rare for him to be that way, but it definitely was not common.

You’d come in, watching his face whisk away from his large laptop, and change his expressions, from: focused, bored to: happy, confused.

somehow in ten seconds, you’d been coo’d into his touch, while telling him about the co-worker, and what’d happened at work.

Now, if this was simply because of just the co-worker, you wouldn’t be as upset as you were. It actually really because of what he’d said, more so the aftermath.

“he said that I was a no good nothing, and power-hungry slut.” You began, “because I’m dating a powerful man, that could do so much better; he’d gladly get rid of me.”

before you could continue, to the part that reallt upset you, your boyfriend’s jaw clenched, teething at you.

“and then he told my boss that I’d been harassing him all year round, but had been paid to stay quiet. So I got fired!”

that was enough to make Gojo’s hands ball up in anger. Of course though, he’d play mellow with you, so he didn’t upset you.

“I’ll take care of it.” Moving you from your seating on top of him, with a smile, he continued. “Stay in my office princess.”

“satoru, I don’t want you to do anything. I mean it.” swallowing your upsetting news, you stalled.

“I’m not going to do anything.” The smile he gave almost temped you to believe those words; caressing your round cheek, that exfoliated to the touch of his cold hands.

“Satoru.” you hushed, both hands now on you, on arm wrapped nicely around the band of your hips; almost challenging you to keep eye-contact with him.

You felt his eyes roll dramatically; chucking his head back for a second; his neck bare and giving a small hitch of his throat gulping.

“alright, tell you what,” he said, “why don’t we go home princess? I’m bored here anyway.”

The next morning, you’d been awoken by a couple missed calls from your ex-boss, and a few messages that had been disviewed as well.

you rushed the phone, double clicking the missed call button, and calling him back. He didn’t even let the phone ring, picking it up almost immediately.

“if it’s about my things, B/N, please give me the opportunity to go get them—“

“you are not fired.” he spoke, “it was a misunderstanding, really. You should have spoken up when your co-worker been bothering you about your personal relationships, instead of taking the fall.”

you retaliated; you where trying to speak for yourself, but your boss just wouldn’t let you. He’d believed everything that your co-worker had said, without even allowing you to compensate.

“Uhm, that being said, I am deeply sorry for not allowing you to explain your portion of the story.”

By the time the phone call awaited it’s ending, you’d already known what was proposed.

Gojo, never listening, must’ve taken care of it.

Part of you secretly praised and accommodated that; considering you’d never admit to the seek of needing help. But, you still felt a little gush in your stomach, turning to the thought of the co-worker, and what he said.

was it true?

“Y/N, baby.” You heard from the door-frame; instantly collecting your attention, and depriving it from previous thought. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Gojo walked over to you, while your smile seemed to drag from lip to lip, in a sort of apologetic form. But he only took you by your chin; his hand gripping tightly, and lifting you to see eye-to-eye with him.

“you do everything on your own, yu’r my independent pretty girl.” his words oozed out like marshmallow, dripping from its chocolate sandwiched s’mores.

“but, I’m going to help you, because I love you.”

You folded. couldn’t help but admire him taking charge of something you new you couldn’t carry alone. glad he knew you so well, you pecked him softly. “Thank you satoru.”

your hands rushed to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck in pleasure; taking him into you. He chuckled, his hands rubbing at your sides, gradually holding you in place.

“anything for my princess.”

♡SATORU!GOJO midnight snack

you never really had trouble sleeping, nor did you when a sudden change in sleeping arrangements occurred (your boyfriend). but at this very moment, for some odd reason, you could not sleep.

Funny because the one thing you’re well known for is sleeping, even though you are a dependable person. Yes, you enjoy helping others and taking care of people; but you also enjoy taking care of yourself. In other words, sleeping. so you not being able too do that, irks you. You watch the man sleeping beside you, looking all peaceful in rest; ugh, you envy gojo right now.

slushly, you arose from the king sized mattress, quietly slouching off gojo’s heavy arms that wrapped around you for support. as much as you hated him at the moment for sleeping easily, you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up. once you left the shades bedroom carefully, you decided on a midnight snack that would subdue perfectly. “mmm but what to eat..”

you mindlessly search through cabinets,drawers, and even the fridge; but come to hault when finding nothing to munch on at two in the morning. you scramble through more boxes of groceries, staring at nothing that could satisfy your desire for a two am breakfast. but what you didn’t expect, was a hand crawling it’s way down to your sides, finding its position.

you woke him up.

“oh satoru, I’m so sorry.” you patted, white strands sticking out in opposite direction of his floppy bed-headed hair. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His head plopped itself onto your shoulder, lips brushing over your neck in comfort. “mmm” he groaned. Gojo was okay with being woken up in the middle of the night, if it was you who were awake. Though he also enjoyed sleep, he knew something had been bugging you.

After all, he did watch you look through every space in the kitchen, for what was wanted to be a “midnight snack.” he only then removed himself from you, looking for something as well. holding back a smile that dared to come out, you surveyed your boyfriend, who continues to shuffle around the kitchen, until it all came to a hault.

“c’mere baby.” Gojo latches on to you the second you retrieve your old positioning beside him; observing you in awe, whilst his eyes still shut occasionally. he had found the last pack of little bites that had your stomatch rolling like barrels. you could only wonder as to where this man found such thing. you swore you looked everywhere. you turned to look at your leach-like boyfriend, shooting a smile towards him. knowing gojo was tired, still, he found the snack you desired at two in the morning.

“thank you, satoru” you hummed; his nodd was recieved, though barely visible. “are you coming back to bed?” gojo mouthed, making your head bobble in yes form before speaking, “let’s go to bed.”

Yandere Gojo PT.2

the first part

while drying up u heard foot steps thinking that it was your mom you continued drying yourself 1 2 3 …. after dressing up your realization hit u lived alone

u almost lost your shit , building up some courage u walked out of the bathroom and onto the living room . you were inspecting the couch first then while bending over u felt a cloth wrap around your mouth . as you struggled the hand got tighter and tighter the last words u heard were " i am going to keep you safe "

you wake up in a very very comfy bed u really thought basement gojo aint sangwoo u freak out like where am I , what is the date etc .

after a solid ten minutes u hear the door creaking like someone is opening it u grab the lamp that near the bed and smash it a all your force but there is a hand blocking

with a terrified look u see the man

y/n pov

I was totally terrified at the man's face it was that guy who always came to your shop and asked your favorite dishes

author's pov

the man exclaimed " oh darling , don't try to use my spells against me " " i haven't introduced my self tho my name is gojo satoru "

at that point u striked that he is the famous gojo satoru

gojo then said " oh honey after all this hard work I did to get you " "wont you than me for it "

Gojo HEADCANONS

when you make him JEALOUS

Gojo satoru :

- dates with him are very rare and expensive cause he is busy

- now if he finds you not paying your whole attention on him

- he will grip on your waist and be like " oh you know they have a boyfriend"

- the night goes by and you two are finished eating dinner

- he takes you to his house and RAILS you he makes sure to press you so hard that the next week you cant walk ,

- now the whole neighborhood know his name who you belong to

a/n : hi its been a while and we crossed 10 followers . i didn't post anything because i was busy with some exams i have 3 more but i will try to stay relevant on tumblr . i will write a nanami one too. good morning / afternoon / evening / night

gojo x metalhead!reader

satoru had always done is best to support you and your interests. however, he was admittedly a bit scared. he had never done anything like this before. a couple weeks ago, you had approached him and asked if he wanted to go to a concert with you. of course, he agreed without fully knowing what he got himself into.

“so what band are we going to see?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. “bad omens, they are my favorite,” you reply with a smile. your smile calmed him a bit. he knew you were into heavier music as he had listened to some of it with you. but, he had never once thought about going to a metal concert. he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. he pressed his lips against yours softly. the cold metal of your piercings giving him a strange sense of comfort.

“you seem nervous,” you said, looking up at the tall white-haired man. satoru was good at hiding his emotions from one but not you. you were the only person who could read him like a book. “me? nervous? never,” he scoffed playfully. “you’re such a bad liar. you don’t have to go, toru,” you replied.

“of course i want to go,” he said, “i guess i’m a little nervous i’ll stick out a lot…not really sure what to expect.” you gave him a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his neck. “you have nothing to worry about, toru. we can stick to the wall away from the mosh pit. that way we can just enjoy the music,” you reassured him, “as for sticking out, i’ll give you one of my band tees to wear.”

satoru nodded and followed you to your bedroom, so he could change. he put on one of your oversized black band shirts before looking at himself in the mirror. he was used to looking so casual, but he didn’t completely hate the look. “so what do we think?” he asked. you turn to look at your boyfriend, who is now wearing all black. “oh you look so cute!” you squealed.

you and satoru walked into the venue hand in hand. he looked around still unsure of how to feel. you squeezed his hand to reassure him that everything you be fine. he followed you as you pushed your way through the crowd until you found a place that didn’t have quite as many people but still had a good view of the stage.

soon, the lights went dark. everyone in the crowd including yourself let out excited screams as the band took the stage. they opened with one of their heavier songs, leading to a mosh pit opening up almost immediately. satoru looked at the group of people running into each other with smiles on their faces. he was a bit confused by the concept. however, he did make sure to stand between you and the pit just in case the pushing got too aggressive. he looked back at you to see you jumping around and screaming your lungs out. in all the time you had been dating, he can only recall you looking this carefree and happy a handful of times. it’s almost like you were in your natural habitat, which made satoru relax.

after a few songs, satoru became more acclimated to his new environment. it also helped that the band had played the few songs he had listened to with you. “i know this one,” he yelled excitedly, bouncing up and down. you smiled and cheered with him. he sang along with you, excited to finally know one of their songs. you looked at your once tense boyfriend finally relax and live in the moment.

as the band started another one of their heavy songs, satoru couldn’t help but feel drawn to the pit. “i think i want to join the mosh pit,” he said, leaning down so you could hear him. you looked at him in utter shock before the widest smile broke out on your face. “you should!” you encouraged. he smiled widely before heading towards the middle of the crowd. you followed close behind him, pulling out your phone to capture this moment. right as satoru had joined the pit, the lead singer of the band commanded the pit to get moving. you watched from the edge of the pit as satoru pushed up on people shoving them and of course helping those who fell over. needless to say, you felt proud of your boyfriend for trying something he would typically never do.

as the concert came to an end, satoru ran back to you with a big smile on his face. his hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were red. his breath was labored, but you could tell he just had the time of his life. “that was so much fun!” he exclaimed. you giggled at your boyfriend, who was going on about how much he enjoyed the concert. “i’m so glad you enjoyed yourself. thank you for going with me,” you said, leaning your head against his arm as you walked back to the car. he placed a kiss on the top of your head before opening the car door for you. “of course, baby. i want to go to another one soon,” he gleamed. it warmed your heart knowing that satoru had given another one of your interests a shot. it meant more knowing that you would be able to share more of these memories with him.

“you think i should dye my hair black?” he blurted out. you let out a surprised laugh before placing your hand on his. “satoru baby i say this with all the love in my heart but hell no. i love your white hair too much,” you giggled. he pouted just wanting to look more like the metalhead he was slowly becoming.

a/n: not so shameless plug for bad omens because they really are my favs forever, but they can be subbed for your favs! i thought this was a silly but cute idea as a metalhead myself :P not proofread