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sleepovers with your boyfriend satoru !!

the first time you had ever invited your boyfriend satoru gojo over for a sleepover, he felt like that was the best moment of his life. spending quality time with you and he doesn't have to leave you for the night right after?? hell yeah, that was a win for the giddy and clingy, fluffy white-haired man. once he received the "come spend the night with me 'toru, i can't sleep without you." text, he started squealing and bouncing on his toes like a teenage girl in love, throwing all the clothes and necessities he had into a bag and immediately racing over. since then, the sleepovers had turned into a every weekend thing for the both of you, never having one boring sleepover with your loving boy.

he never fails to show up at your door with your favorite snacks and junk food to munch on while the two of you watch trashy reality shows or emotional, cheesy, sappy movies. and in return, you always buy silly face masks (sometimes matching hello kitty or animal print) for the two of you to have on while watching.

of course, with ‘toru having a sweet tooth and you always needing a sweet little treat, you two always decide to bake something delicious around 12am. whether that be cookies, cinnamon rolls, kikufuku, cakes, etc with some jams playing in the background to listen to together (and satoru definitely getting distracted by the music that he starts dancing & ends up getting frosting or sugar or something all over himself with you having to clean him up.)

when you and your lover finally get into bed and settle down after stuffing your faces with sweets to cuddle with the lights off, he always has some random late night thought he always likes to converse about to keep you awake just a little longer.

"sweets, do you think aliens are real and will take over the world someday? or or or maybe, what if they think we're the aliens?" he ponders. " 'toru baby.. what the heck?? are you talking about???" you murmured sleepily but trying to hide your grin.

and when the night’s festivities end, when you fall asleep laying on satoru’s chest as he combs through your hair and admires all the features of your face as you sleep soundly with quiet snores coming from you, he lets out a soft giggle as he thinks about how he'd spend everyday and night for the rest of his life with you like this pulling you in closer and falling into a slumber as well.

likes + reblogs appreciated <3 please don't steal/copy/modify my works!

rezijellyfish

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l1111y

I need to do it QUICKLY. Anyways this made me wonder what other crazy thing will be happening in future episodes. Though I won't start posting alienstage regularly out of nowhere 💔 My heart's still stuck at olnf

gumiholic

(愛) / f!reader x rich!gojo

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - the cute rich-boy who keeps on visiting your little ice cream shop likes you?

This was the 6th time this week that he had visited your humble little shop. And today was only Tuesday.

What does he want? Goodness. This much ice cream can't be good for one human being. You thought as you scooped birthday cake (his favorite) into a cone for him FOR THE 6TH TIME.

There were 3 possibilities. He was either a chud, an ice cream enthusiast, or someone with a ton of money to spend. You refused to acknowledge the 4th option that maybe he wanted your number.

The man in front of you was tall, lean, fair-skinned, had absurd white hair, and wore a derpy grin on his face despite looking like a grown ass adult. (Then again, a little whimsy never hurt anyone.)

You hand him his cone, your fingers brush slightly during the exchange, but you try to ignore that. His eyes linger on you a beat too long before he walks out of the shop.

The same thing happened the following week. You'd clock into work, he'd visit 1 to 3 times in one day while looking at you like a lovesick puppy and he'd give you the cash for the ice cream.

You told yourself it didn't matter whether or not he was litterally stuffing his guts full of dairy and cream—this was your job. You couldn't butt in. You shouldn't butt in. But—

"Sir, this is the..." You checked the small slip of paper full of tallies recording how many times he's visited the store this month, "Fourieth time you've came for ice cream this month. Look, I know this isn't my place but I really don't think this is healthy."

A bead of silence followed and his grin expanded, "You noticed me?"

You raise an eyebrow, "It's kinda hard not to when you're our best customer."

He leaned over the counter—not enough to invade your personal space but enough for you to catch a whisk of his expensive cologne.

"I'm Satoru. Satoru Gojo." He extended a hand. You grimaced but shook it anyway. It was warm, soft. Probably smelt like lavender from whatever fancy hand cream he was using.

"Um. Ok? But for your safety, I really don't think you should be taking in this much ice cream daily."

He doesn't seem phased. "I'll stop, only if I can get your number."

The audacity of some men.

You sigh, torn between telling him 'fuh no' and accepting out of concern.

"Fine. Here it is."

"And that, is how we met." Gojo chirps, giving you a side hug. He holds up his hand to show off his shiny diamond wedding ring to Geto and Shoko.

"So you pestered this poor woman and sacrificed your guts because you thought she was hot?" Shoko deadpans.

Gojo gasps, "No! It was more than that!" A beat of silence. "Ok, maybe that's kinda what happened."

Geto rubs his temples, "At least it worked."

Indeed it did.

a/n: im sorry but you've GOT to be rich to buy that much ice cream

gojos favorite flavor is birthday cake because i say so

prepare yourselves; I got an angsty zombie au saved in my drafts and I’m not afraid to use it!

bygojoo

SPICY (?) TEXTS WITH BF!GOJO THERE'S SO MANY MISTAKES IN THIS I MADE THIS AT LIKE 4AM IM SORRY

aeresha

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Gojo Satoru ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ being touchy and super gentle during your pregnancy .✦ ݁˖

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden slats of light across the bedroom floor. You were propped up against a mountain of pillows, trying to find a comfortable angle for your aching lower back, when the door clicked open.

Satoru slipped into the room, unusually quiet. The moment his blindfold was pulled down around his neck, his bright blue eyes locked onto you, softening instantly. He didn't say a word as he shed his black jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair, and crossed the room with his signature, lazy stride.

Before you could even greet him, the mattress dipped significantly. Satoru crawled up the bed, maneuvering his long limbs with an unexpected fluidity until he was practically draped over you. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his white hair tickling your jaw.

“Welcome home, baby,” you murmured, running a hand through the soft strands of his hair. “Rough day?”

“Immensely,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. “Everyone was loud. Everyone was annoying. And I wasn't here.”

He shifted, lifting his head to look down at you. Without his glasses or blindfold, his gaze was completely unguarded—full of a raw, heavy tenderness that still took your breath away. His large, calloused hand slid down your ribcage, moving with agonizing slowness until it rested flat against the prominent curve of your stomach.

The contrast was always striking. His hand was massive, easily covering a huge portion of your bump, yet the pressure he applied was lighter than a feather. For a man who could level cities with a flick of his fingers, he handled you as if you were made of spun glass.

“How’s my little bean doing today?” Satoru whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss right next to his thumb. Did they let Mom sleep?”

“A little,” you smiled, leaning back into the pillows as his thumb began tracing slow, rhythmic circles over your clothes. “They've been kicking quite a bit this afternoon, though.”

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly, a bright, boyish grin breaking across his face. He immediately shifted lower on the bed, sliding down until he was kneeling on the floor beside the mattress, bringing him eye-level with your stomach. He gathered the hem of your oversized shirt and gently lifted it, exposing the round warmth of your bare skin.

“Is that right?” he murmured, leaning in close.

He didn't hesitate.

He pressed his cheek directly against your bump, his long silver lashes brushing against your skin as he closed his eyes. He stayed perfectly still, holding his breath, just listening.

As if on cue, a sharp, sudden thump rippled against his cheek.

Satoru let out a soft, breathy laugh, his hand instantly cupping the side of your belly to anchor himself.

“Whoa. Yeah, that’s a strong one. It definitely takes after me.” He kissed the spot where the kick had landed, his lips warm and lingering. “Keep growing big and strong in there, okay? Daddy's waiting.”

He looked up at you, his eyes shimmering in the dimming light of the room.

There was a quiet, profound reverence in his expression that made your chest ache with warmth. He reached up, his long fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before his hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear you hadn't realized had fallen.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, a stark contrast to the loud persona he wore outside these walls. “What's this for? Are you hurting anywhere?”

“No,” you whispered, placing your hand over his. “Just happy. You're going to be a wonderful father, Satoru.”

Satoru stared at you for a long moment, the corners of his mouth lifting into a gentle, genuine smile. He leaned up, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips.

“Only because I have you to show me how,” he whispered against your mouth, before drawing you into a slow, deep, and impossibly tender kiss. For the rest of the evening, he didn't move from your side, his hands never leaving you, keeping you wrapped safely in his own quiet world.