an: welcome to the satoru swiftie-verse!!! for my fellow gojo and tay tay fans, this is my most delusional brain rot yet. since I clearly have a problem, I thought I’d compile all my taylor inspired satoru fics into one post!
fearless - friends to lovers
you belong with me - friends to lovers, highschool!au
mine - fake dating
enchanted - arranged marriage, part 2 to king of my heart
speak now - friends to lovers, love confession
the story of us - enemies to lovers kinda
never grow up - dad!gojo w/ megs and tsumiki
electric touch - second change romance, ex-husband gojo
out of the woods - amnesia au
gorgeous - strangers to lovers
king of my heart - arranged marriage trope
dress - friends to lovers (kinda)
new year’s day - friends to lovers
lover - established relationship
cornelia street - arranged marriage w a lil bit of enemies to lovers
false god - established relationship, suggestive
labyrinth - strangers to lovers
sweet nothing - established relationship, dad!gojo w megs + miki
mastermind - established relationship
paris - established relationship
high infidelity - second chance romance, hurt comfort ish
hits different - older brothers best friend!satoru
you’re losing me - established relationship, hurt comfort
extra: gojo at the eras tour
you can always request satoru w/ a song as well (since knowing me, i’ll end up writing it anyways at some point so you might as well speed up the process) <3
a/n: hi friends ! here is sweet and soft lil something about our favorite white haired sorcerer <33 thank u for the request and i hope u guys enjoy :3
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he stares at it every morning. when he pushes his hair back to fix it and put on his blindfold, when he wears a shirt that isn’t his Jujutsu uniform. his eyes seem drawn to the faint scars on his forehead, neck and chest.
they seem jagged and out of place compared to the rest of his smooth and perfect skin, serving as a reminder of his failures and losses.
“g’morning pretty boy,” you mumble, walking past him and sitting on the toilet, too asleep to notice the way satoru jumped, quickly letting his hair fall to cover the scar.
the pet name seems unfitting as his eyes move back to the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. “morning sweets” he finally answers, washing his face and grabbing his toothbrush.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, still as intuitive as ever when it came to your lover.
“‘m fine, just a bit stressed,” a tight lipped smile as he hands you the toothpaste. you don’t believe him, but you decide to hold off until at least after you’ve woken up a bit more.
you don’t say anything as the two of you continue to get ready, letting your gaze linger on satoru. there was nothing you could think of that could’ve made him upset so early
it’s a bit quiet as you both make your way into the living room, flowing easily as you two make breakfast, making each others coffee, with satoru carrying the plates to the table and you the coffees. (the last time he carried the coffees burned his hand and spilled both cups everywhere.)
and as he’s about to head out the door you’re pulling him by his collar, fixing it a bit and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. satoru melts into your touch, hands slipping around your waist and all worries being thrown out the window.
“have a good day angel boy,” you mumble, pressing on last kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“cant be that good if I’m not with you,” he pouts, not bothering to make a motion to leave, not until you’re forcing him out the door as he whines ‘just one more kiss!’
it’s anytime there’s a reflective surface, he’s stealing a glance, making sure his neck is covered. he’s so careful about it, wanting to keep his scars hidden, too ashamed to show them to the world.
“sensei is that a scar on your neck? that’s so cool how’d you get it?!” yuji’s voice is enthusiastic and his eyes are glimmering as he stares up at his teacher.
satoru physically tenses at the acknowledgment of the scar on his neck, quickl flashes of that day coming into his mind. geto, rika, where it all went wrong.
“just a nasty fight is all” he shrugs his shoulders, hoping the younger boy would drop the topic.
“but if you have infinity how’s that happen?” his brows furrowed as satoru tries to calm himself down.
“yuji come look! megumi found something!” nobara calls out, the pink haired boy rushing to her side as making their way to their other friend.
satoru’s hand unconsciously brushes over the raised skin, recalling how he’d tried so hard to get the skin back to normal, begging shoko to help him.
that afternoon he’s wearing a bigger sweater, letting his messy bangs fall over his forehead and trying his best to cover up his neck when he catches you staring at him.
“what?” he asks, a nervous smile on his lips. did you realize how ugly they were? were you finally done calling him pretty?
“nothin’ you just look so pretty” you sigh, smiling as you press a kiss to his cheek, hand reaching to push his bangs out of his eyes. satoru stops you immediately, his much larger hand wrapping around your wrist, eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.
“I’m sorry” he mumbles, hand shaking slightly as he lets go of you, rushing into the restroom and taking deep breaths. you were gonna hate him after that, you would realize how fucked up he was and you were gonna leave him and-
three soft knocks on the door pulls him from his thoughts, “angel boy? you okay?” you sounded worried, and he couldn’t help the tears filling his eyes.
“I’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn’t mean to” your voice smaller, satoru opened the door immediately, almost instantly pulling you into his arms.
“no you didn’t” a shaky breath leaving his lips as he debates on where to go from here. “it’s just, i don’t really like my scars,” he frowns, eyes averting your gaze.
you gently take his hand in yours, leading him back to the couch, watching as he tentatively fiddles with the hem of his sweater, pulling it off of him.
there’s a scar running from his neck down his chest, the skin raised ever so slightly. he shrinks as your eyes land on the skin, clenching his jaw when he lifts his bands and reveals the smaller scar on his forehead to you.
“they ruin everything,” he whispers, watching as your fingers ghost over the skin.
“may i?” you’re looking up at him, and he doesn’t know what the emotions swirling behind your eyes are, but he nods anyway. shivering when your fingers make contact with the skin, trailing down the entire length of it.
he jumps a bit when you place a feathery kiss to the top of the scar, he watches as you continue to kiss down his chest, following until the end of the scar. your hands feel cold compared to his now flushed skin, watching as you look up at him.
you don’t say anything as you cup his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “they don’t ruin anything, pretty boy,” your words laced with love.
“but-” he begins, the shake of your head cuts him off, the slight furrow of you brows is enough to have him stay quiet.
“no, i don’t wanna hear it,” you frown, “they don’t make you any less attractive, they don’t make you any less of my pretty boy,” the words comfort him in a way he never thought words could. the warmth blooming in his chest has his eyes watering slightly. “in a way they show how much you’ve grown, what you’ve learned and lost” you begin, your fingers intwined with his, grip tightening a bit.
“you don’t think they look, i don’t know, ugly or out of place?” he pouts, still not daring to look into your eyes.
“don’t be silly angel boy,” you grin, pushing his bangs out of his face, pressing a kiss on his forehead, atop his small scar, “nothing about you could ever be ugly, you’re the prettiest.”
his cheeks are dusted pink as a small giggle slips past his lips, finally meeting your gaze when you gently lift his chin with your index finger.
“but as much as i love you, you smell like sweat,” you scrunch your nose up, “so go shower,” laughing when his jaw drops, letting go of your hand and sniffing himself, scrunching his nose in agreement.
satoru doesn’t hesitate to wrap himself around you, smothering you in a hug, laughing loudly as you struggle to free yourself.
after his shower satoru’s eyes linger on his scars, the dewy mirror distorting his reflection slightly. for the first time since he can remember, satoru doesn’t think about that time when his eyes land on his scars, rather he thinks of the love of his life, the one who comforted him through it all, the one waiting for him now.
a small smile on his lips when you welcome him into bed, clinging to him as soon as he slips under the covers. you pull him close to you, peppering kisses along his jaw, then his cheeks and finally landing on his lips.
“you’re my pretty, angel boy,” you whisper, eyes staring into his cerulean ones, “i don’t want you to ever think otherwise,” pressing one last kiss to his lips before cuddling into his chest.
instead of flinching away, he lets you. he lets himself relax as your hand rests over the scar, only the thin fabric of his t shirt separating your fingers from grazing the skin. he relaxes into your touch, smiling when you press kisses to any open you see, whispering compliments into his ear, comments reserved for only him.
slowly satoru finds himself not even glancing at his scars in the mirror, he no longer tugs at his shirt collars, and he doesn’t dread staring at the mirror. he doesn’t sleep with a shirt anymore, and he walks around shirtless, a boost of confidence shooting through him when he catches you staring.
they no longer feel out of place or ugly. not as you kiss them, each press of your lips more filled with love and tenderness than the last. not as your fingers ghost over them, giggling when he flexed his abs under your touch. not when you accidentally let slip that you think he looks hotter with scars.
not when you’re there to kiss away any insecurities he has, to push away any doubts in his mind with a shower of compliments.
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GOJO SATORU x FEM! READER — stupidly in luv satoru. fluff for my toru girlies they need this
you can't even count the number of times you and satoru have broken up. being with gojo satoru is both a blessing and a forfeit. you get stressed, happy, mad, excited. satoru makes you feel all things you've ever felt.
"why are we breaking up again?"
satoru doesn't even pay much attention to you too busy scrolling on his phone. he gets it, you're on your shit today again. he wonders what it is this time. the last time you broke up with him was because he came 5 hours late to a day date you planned. it wasn't his fault — his alarm didn't go off and he played valorant till 3 in the morning trying to catch up with suguru's rank. it's really not his fault.
"because — you're too annoying."
his wide blue eyes find yours as his mouth hangs open. he laughs loudly, "aw, was i? when? my poor baby."
"last night," you start giving him a pinched expression, "you told me, you were gonna sleep already but -- you stayed up with suguru. you liar."
satoru plastered a smile on his face, cute he thinks. "then, it's suguru's fault, no?" satoru has always loved everything about you. he loves when you act like this. deprived of him. he likes that you need him. he likes teasing you. but there's always gonna be something to not like. satoru believes that and what he hates the most is when you make breaking up with him a habit. "you always break up with me." he lets out an exaggerated sigh, "it's like you like hurting your poor boyfriend, huh?"
"'tis always your fault," you mumble your words.
"what if . . . one of these days . . i find someone new and replace you. how'd ya feel baby?"
your mind stops at the thought he just gave you. satoru notices this. it's a what-if situation. not more, not less. but it's enough to make you rethink your decision. you had always thought that satoru's been the one for you. so it's a new thought about him not being for you. now you overthink. every single time you broke up with him he comes running back. he says sorry for everything he hasn't done. have you been too comfortable?
you sniffed, "will you . . . really?"
his eyes panic, it was supposed to be a joke.
"baby, no, oh shit." satoru pressed his lips together thinking of words to comfort you, "i would never. i love you. i gotcha always, remember?" you don't answer him instead looking down, satoru forehead knitted, "remember?"
satoru loves you. he's not afraid to say it, he'll never deny it. satoru stays up late at night thinking of your future with him. how many kids should he give you? he thinks 4 is the perfect answer and 3 isn't that bad. he wants to get married before he reaches 30. he thinks of the ring he'll give you. silver or gold? he can't decide you look good in everything. the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
he loves you even if you've broken up with him too many times that he lost count. he loves you even when you nag him. he loves you even if you tell him he's annoying. he loves you even if you say that he talks too much. he loves you even if you say he doesn't suit the sunglasses he wears. he loves you as you are.
"but . . . what if we really break up?"
he gives you the softest smile, a smile that can take you home "then, i'll come running back, yeah?"
a/n: based off a tweet that said gojo would purr if u touched his undercut. listened to peace piece while writing ☆
wc: 0.7k
there is something about lying on sheets that match gojo satoru’s hair, while the gentle breeze of the autumn morning filters through your blinds. there are both birds singing in the trees and butterflies in your stomach from merely having your lover close to you; it’s second nature to wake up and crave his warmth.
undercut’s getting long. we’d have to trim it soon.
and when your silence and thoughts are interrupted by someone’s morning groans and hums from the glare of the tokyo sky, a smile naturally graces your lips. even now, your hand hasn’t stopped brushing through his locks.
“good morning, my love,” the expression he gives matches yours exactly: his chest immediately feels tight when he sees you, morning breath and all, he gets giddy and tingly and wants to kiss you all over. you’re wondering why he hasn’t done it yet.
slow like the morning, slow like these words, satoru props himself up with his elbows, easily reaching for your face before you both sink into a gentle, slow kiss. it’s so sweet that you’re sure it could turn (faux) insult into ardour and you don’t even notice you need air until the both of you break away and giggle softly at your flushed faces.
“your undercut is growing fast, y’know. we’d have to cut it soon,” the tips of your fingers run over the short strands of hair subconsciously, mouth gaping open a little when satoru closes his eyes and hums at the feeling.
“do it again.”
you laugh, “okay,” and you do, softly guiding your hands over the fuzzy hairs and gaining content sighs and soft moans from the man. gojo has to hide in your stomach, needing to be closer to you as you continue your hypnotising gesture.
“like it when your hair’s touched, huh?” the other hums yet again.
“only when my baby’s doing it.” there’s a ghost of a smile in your stomach, possibly from hearing the flutters of the butterflies in your tummy.
his embrace tightens around you when he sits up, towering over you now as the sky turns dark for a morning shower. fickle-minded weather, satoru would say, click his tongue and shake his head and you grin harder imagining it; your lovers asks why.
“nothing, just thinking.”
“of me? you better be, darling,” gojo thumbs your waist under the shirt you’re wearing, sleep still evident in his voice in the way he slurs his words — it could also be that he’s terribly, deeply in love with you and is simply high off of your presence.
and if that wasn’t the case before, it is now when he leans in again for a rougher kiss, moaning into your mouth as you continue to stroke his undercut. he can taste the sun on your mouth and the imminent rain to come all on you.
“i love you like how poets write,” satoru whispers against your lips in between kisses, and he runs hot, the back of his neck heating up from how much he adores you; it almost burns like flames licking at paper. “how the rain chases the sun.”
gojo tears a little because how the fuck would he have gotten this much love under the home of one of the most powerful clans? essentially nothing — and now he has the closest resemblance of a deity in his arms who knows exactly how many spoons of sugar he likes in his tea and how kikufuku is made from one of his rambles.
“you’re okay, i got you.” you mumble, fingers prepared at his eyes (you heard him sniffle). “i love you too.”
gojo’s heart is full when you reply to his confession, kissing you again (favourite thing in the world) and stifling smiles as the rain makes its first fall in the serenity of your room. he thinks of declaring his love, but is certain his love would overflow later at breakfast, at reading hour, at movie night.
satoru merely settles for calling you his sweet, sweet girl in between saccharine pecks and making sure he loves you louder than that morning downfall and every other downpour that’s sure to come.
if you know me i think you’ll know i have a problem with this gojo obsession
Wherein Gojo Satoru is the anchor that keeps you sane.
A/N: Currently crying because of Leaks 😭
'Satoru is dead?'
Y/N couldn't wrap her head around it. One minute he was standing triumphant after annihilating the majority of Shinjuku with his Hallow Purple, the next thing they knew; Sukuna had disembodied him in half.
Everyone was silent.
The situation changed drastically that they couldn't wrap their head around it.
Gojo's students were in anguish.
Y/N watched as Kashimo jumped down as the next contender against Sukuna.
"No! No!" she mumbled, frantically. "Satoru's body is still there..."
It was Hakari who first sprung into action, dashing towards where Kashimo and Sukuna are clashing and narrowly dodging being cut as he took Gojo's body from the battlefield. Returning back to the others, he laid the Special Grade down in front of his lover.
Y/N was a Special Grade in her own right. She was often overlooked because she allowed Gojo's brightness to shine and allowed herself to stay in the background.
Nobody knew how destructive she could be. She was kept in check because Satoru made her happy. Happy and contented enough that she could keep her unstable powers at bay.
Choked sobs escaped from her throat at the sight of Satoru's body.
It hurt like nothing she experienced before. Seeing him bloodied.
From beside her, Shoko knelt down placing a hand where Gojo was cleaved. With her Reverse Cursed Technique, she healed the skin to reattach despite not knowing what it would do. She figured Y/N deserved to see Satoru as she met him.
'I don't know if Satoru could come back from this but at least this gives him a fighting chance.' Shoko thought, sadly looking at her annoying friend.
Y/N let out a heartbroken scream which broke the heart of the spectators of the Battle of the Strongest.
Kneeling down beside Satoru, her hand caressed his blood stained hair and she wiped the blood on his lips with her sleeve. Her hands covered his once bright Six-Eyes that she loved so much as she moved them closed.
'Satoru did not deserve this. He had done so much only to end up like this.' Y/N thought, bitterly. 'You don't know how much I wanted to shelter you from this world you did so much to uphold order.'
Something else had taken root inside of Y/N.
They said death of a beloved makes you numb.
Not in her case.
Her entire being screamed revenge.
Shoko's eyes widened as her gaze drifted to Y/N. Her friend's Cursed Energy was pulsing dangerously. "Y/N what..."
Y/N's leaking Cursed Energy caused everyone to wince at how intense it was.
"Y/N stop! You'll manifest a curse like this!" Shoko scolded, attempting to get the female to calm down.
To their surprise, the female vanished before one of Mei Mei's crows had spotted Y/N levitating above where the clash of Sukuna and Kashimo were currently happening.
'And here comes the numbness they were talking about during grief.' Y/N thought, mustering up her Cursed Energy at maximum output as her eyes took on a crazed look.
'What good has being good done me? None. I'm done being good. The world is about to witness how bad I can be.'
---FLASHBACK---
"Aren't you tired, love?" Y/N asked an exhausted Gojo, who just returned from a solo mission.
His eyes brightened even more at the sight of the female cooking. He bounded towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck. "I am. But I do it for you and the kids. I think that's enough of an incentive to keep going."
Her eyes widened at his statement and how serious he actually seemed. "I want to be able to protect you too. Or at the very least be a sanctuary where you can actually relax and let your guard down."
His only response was a smile, inhaling her scent that never fails to make him content. 'You already do. Coming home to you is sanctuary enough.'
---END FLASHBACK---
"What is life without you, Satoru?" She murmured before a maniacal look came on her once angelic features. "What use is this world without you?"
Her Cursed Energy continued emerging from her, fueled by her desire to destroy it all. It manifested into a huge black sphere of condensed Cursed Energy, ready to raze anything in its path.
She's slowly realizing she wasn't meant to save the world, rather to watch it burn.
"Watch me burn this world for what it has done to you, Satoru."
Wherein Gojo Satoru is the anchor that keeps you sane.
A/N: Currently crying because of Leaks 😭
'Satoru is dead?'
Y/N couldn't wrap her head around it. One minute he was standing triumphant after annihilating the majority of Shinjuku with his Hallow Purple, the next thing they knew; Sukuna had disembodied him in half.
Everyone was silent.
The situation changed drastically that they couldn't wrap their head around it.
Gojo's students were in anguish.
Y/N watched as Kashimo jumped down as the next contender against Sukuna.
"No! No!" she mumbled, frantically. "Satoru's body is still there..."
It was Hakari who first sprung into action, dashing towards where Kashimo and Sukuna are clashing and narrowly dodging being cut as he took Gojo's body from the battlefield. Returning back to the others, he laid the Special Grade down in front of his lover.
Y/N was a Special Grade in her own right. She was often overlooked because she allowed Gojo's brightness to shine and allowed herself to stay in the background.
Nobody knew how destructive she could be. She was kept in check because Satoru made her happy. Happy and contented enough that she could keep her unstable powers at bay.
Choked sobs escaped from her throat at the sight of Satoru's body.
It hurt like nothing she experienced before. Seeing him bloodied.
From beside her, Shoko knelt down placing a hand where Gojo was cleaved. With her Reverse Cursed Technique, she healed the skin to reattach despite not knowing what it would do. She figured Y/N deserved to see Satoru as she met him.
'I don't know if Satoru could come back from this but at least this gives him a fighting chance.' Shoko thought, sadly looking at her annoying friend.
Y/N let out a heartbroken scream which broke the heart of the spectators of the Battle of the Strongest.
Kneeling down beside Satoru, her hand caressed his blood stained hair and she wiped the blood on his lips with her sleeve. Her hands covered his once bright Six-Eyes that she loved so much as she moved them closed.
'Satoru did not deserve this. He had done so much only to end up like this.' Y/N thought, bitterly. 'You don't know how much I wanted to shelter you from this world you did so much to uphold order.'
Something else had taken root inside of Y/N.
They said death of a beloved makes you numb.
Not in her case.
Her entire being screamed revenge.
Shoko's eyes widened as her gaze drifted to Y/N. Her friend's Cursed Energy was pulsing dangerously. "Y/N what..."
Y/N's leaking Cursed Energy caused everyone to wince at how intense it was.
"Y/N stop! You'll manifest a curse like this!" Shoko scolded, attempting to get the female to calm down.
To their surprise, the female vanished before one of Mei Mei's crows had spotted Y/N levitating above where the clash of Sukuna and Kashimo were currently happening.
'And here comes the numbness they were talking about during grief.' Y/N thought, mustering up her Cursed Energy at maximum output as her eyes took on a crazed look.
'What good has being good done me? None. I'm done being good. The world is about to witness how bad I can be.'
---FLASHBACK---
"Aren't you tired, love?" Y/N asked an exhausted Gojo, who just returned from a solo mission.
His eyes brightened even more at the sight of the female cooking. He bounded towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck. "I am. But I do it for you and the kids. I think that's enough of an incentive to keep going."
Her eyes widened at his statement and how serious he actually seemed. "I want to be able to protect you too. Or at the very least be a sanctuary where you can actually relax and let your guard down."
His only response was a smile, inhaling her scent that never fails to make him content. 'You already do. Coming home to you is sanctuary enough.'
---END FLASHBACK---
"What is life without you, Satoru?" She murmured before a maniacal look came on her once angelic features. "What use is this world without you?"
Her Cursed Energy continued emerging from her, fueled by her desire to destroy it all. It manifested into a huge black sphere of condensed Cursed Energy, ready to raze anything in its path.
She's slowly realizing she wasn't meant to save the world, rather to watch it burn.
"Watch me burn this world for what it has done to you, Satoru."
How do you welcome a husband from an unfinished war?
How would you patch his wounds knowing the battle is not yet done?
How would you hug him when his side is still aching from the finishing blow?
Your hands flew on your lips as your tears fell, seeing him standing amidst the battle field.
"He won..."
"Gojo Satoru defeated Sukuna!"
Someone murmured in the background and you couldn't care enough. Beneath your tears is a screaming heart begging for him to come out of the battle field so you could hide him away.
This is enough right? Satoru already did his part, didn't he?
"Hey, pretty..." Satoru grinned he tucks a strand of your hair at the back of your ear. He winces but waves it away in a blur. "Why's my Baby crying? I won."
Your lips tremble as you look at him all battered and bloody, never minding the gashes he sustained, your arms held his hand in all care you could muster and press it on your cheeks.
"Can we go home now, Satoru? Can I now take you back home?"
You couldn't look him in the eyes but you felt the exhausted arms wrap around you, and for what seems like forever, he let his weight fall into you, urging you to hold him up, finally letting himself have your help in shouldering what is on his shoulders.
Satoru inhaled your scent, it filtered into his nostrils, reminding him of home as he murmured to your ears.
"Just a second Baby, give me a few seconds with you, like this."
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