a not-so-typical season including: nesting, breeding, sniffing, a squeeze of choking, and knotting.
every rutting season was different with hybrid gojo..but this year seems to be particularly difficult.
you knew it was arriving when his demeanor begin to change and his routine hit a wall. instead of kissing you good morning with a thumping tail, he'd hang wrapped by your side, not letting go for a minute like you'd disappear in a flash.
gojo was clingy but now it was unbearable. constant monitoring, snaking himself around you, taking whiffs of your hair, even using your toothbrush.
you finally informed for boss of your expected yearly hiatus of around two weeks, but as you exited the building you almost feared it'd be more. he has never been this bad.
your stomach twisted once you entered the hall of your complex. you thought back to what he told you a while back, that paired mates know the moment the other begins their season. it almost made you laugh. maybe you were truly mates.
the laughter, however, was short lived. you knew he had started his full blown rutting and you knew the moment you entered, you will be all his.
your stomach flipped with each step, and as you entered your apartment, turning to lock the door, you felt a pair of heavy hands trail up your pelvis, past your breasts and gripping your back into his bare chest from your shoulders. trapping you in an X formation from his sturdy arms.
you gulped, hearing his sharp inhale as his traces his nose from your ear to the nape of your neck. you felt your legs almost shake...was this...fear? no, you know gojo would never hurt you, but this- this was predatory. you felt like a rabbit in shock, freezing in the jaw of the hunter...waiting for the bite.
deeper. he pressed you deeper into his chest. you let out a small gasp, feeling his throbbing cock against your lower back. you feel a grin being pressed into your hair..
" 'm missed you.." its an exhale but not of relief- far from it. it sounded like a way to ease the strain on his body, like he was suppressing every muscle and hormone in him.
"...yeah?" You gulped. slowly...so slowly bringing your hands up, cupping his around your shoulder. you close your eyes, then wait for the bite.
you let out what's almost a small scream as he lifts you, vertigo might as well assaulting you as swings you from corner to corner until you arrive at your bedroom.
or what you think is your bedroom. he stripped the duvet and pretty pillows to replace it with a mix of his and yours dirty laundry. piled in what almost appears to be a neatly constructed circle- like a flatter beanbag or an expensive abstract ottoman. it must've taken him all day to neatly tie each piece together to make this nest. you cringe to wonder how you'll deal with it after.
luckily he gives you a closer view by slamming you into it. the lights are off and you finally face this wild hybrid for the first time. he is panting, and you only notice now how hot he is. his hands that are expertly unbuttoning your shirt are scorching against your skin.
your heart is pounding in your ears. you're shaming yourself over and over for the wetness you've accumulated. he toys at your bra, frustrated but not willing to rip it -yet. once your breasts are exposed he gives a deep lick between the valley of your breasts, not even attempting to quiet down the absurdly lewd moan he huffs as he happy laps your sweaty tits. your fingers are gripping his hair, he teases your nipples but not even he can hold on for longer.
he rips your work pants off, now only in your underwear as this beasts takes and spreads both your legs. lowering his head, he presses his nose into the soaked fabric taking a deep inhale of what he's been craving most.
it's so disgusting, you have to hide your eyes as your body betrays you. thighs threatening to close as your throat bobs down a moan.
and now the rabbit feels the teeth penetrate her skin as he rips your panties off.
his dazed heated breath huffs into your pussy before he rises, removing his briefs. your eyes droop is pleasure and sorrow as you see how swollen your poor hybrid is.
"is it painful, my love?" its a whisper, you sound like a mouse afraid of being crushed. but your words bring a softness to gojo in this state, he leans down and hides his head into your shoulder, slightly bucking his hips; cock bumping your drooling hole
"only you can fix" it a pathetic stream of words but makes a welcomed shiver run right down you. your nails find his scalp,
"so let me fix it."
he rams himself into you, the stretch is horrible and you feel tears brim your eyes. he uses his elbows to arise to his hands and now hovering over you once again. he takes his palms into yours, pressing you deeper into the nest.
his pace is relentless, you close your eyes hoping to adjust and finally, you relax onto him. fully molded as your back escapes the bed, you're sure if he wasn't holding you- you would've floated right there.
his pace is understandably animalistic, but so incredibly brutal, even your moans which are coming out as a continued hum right now, are vibrating.
"I need to- i need to get you full- so full" he is whispering things of this nature but his tragic whimpers are making you clench harder on him.
it's a rude thing to do to a boy already suffering- you feel him snap. your head is pushed into some shirt by his deathly grip suddenly on your throat
"you think that shits funny? you're the one that's being bred right now so act like it." its a growl. before you react or respond- you're flipped, on your trembling knees as you try to hold yourself up. he climbs on top of the bed and pulls your back into his chest once more.
he enters and is hitting your insides harder. his moans are still so pretty in this state, you think.
he grips your throat again, leaning you up as he is slightly risen. your vision is blurred, you think you feel some scratch marks being drawn on your back, and all you hear is skin slapping and his grunts.
you're leaking onto the nest- you are humiliated by yourself- how can you be okay with this?
you feel yourself getting closer and higher, a sheer force with which he uses to fuck himself deeper is punching you toward your orgasm.
you mumble out "gojo i-" and wonder back to exactly who was the pathetic one here? he grunts in a reply and before you can hate yourself, you cream around him.
you can't stand- it's too much. you're shaking so horribly and his slamming is too sensitive. you hear a disconnected mixture of a growl and a moan before he completely slumps down (crushing you into the bed)
you feel himself growing in you to seal as ropes of hot cum are being shot into your womb like a neverending wave. if you could breathe right now, you'd be heaving.
you nudge him and he rolls back, bringing you onto his chest whilst you both are still tied.
"Im sorry" its sounds similar to him again, it makes you laugh a bit
"Im sorry too, I should've come home sooner.." you mumbled, fingertip tracing his chest
"you knew?"
your heart stops for a moment before your head is shaking with his deep laughter
"well, isn't that something, pup?"
your hand fists up and his rub down your back, feeling his cum seep into you as you begin to accept that maybe, you two are meant for each other.
an: a quick part 2 for my hybrid gojo. oh he is stuck in my brain..im so grateful for all the love on my last post, thank you all! the banner art is done by @/7junps
A glimpse of what Satoru Gojo would be like as a boyfriend. Part 2
HEADCANONS: college au, no curses au, fluff, satoru gojo x female reader, comfort
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, who is the ace and the pride of the Jujutsu College swimming team, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of talent. You bet he invites his lovely girlfriend to watch him at every tournament, partly because he genuinely loves having you there to cheer him on and partly because he's hoping you'll praise him at least a little bit afterward. He'll act all confident about it, of course, because in his mind, losing is not a possibility (yeah, he needs to work on that). “You don't think you're capable of losing, do you?” you ask between laughs, teasing him about his ridiculous confidence. Gojo only flashes you a smug grin before answering without even a second of hesitation, “Nah, I'd win.”
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, who wakes up early on the days he doesn't even have classes, just to walk you from your dorm to your lecture room. For anything in the world he'd miss the chance to see you, no matter how busy, tired, or sleep-deprived he might be, which inevitably ends with you scolding him because he should be resting instead (Satoru’s schedule is not for the weak). “My dear Y/N, love demands sacrifice," he told you in an extremely falsely offended voice. “Satoru, you slept two hours. Or less,” you pointed out, a little concern showing in your eyes. “Besides, I'm only on my way to class. It's not like I'm off on some life-or-death secret mission.” He only shrugged with a smirk, “I’d wake up at five in the morning if it meant I got to see you.”
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, who is quite easy to get shy and flustered once you know the trick. Since he is used to initiating physical affection, his brain short-circuits the moment you take the initiative instead. A surprise kiss, suddenly grabbing his hand, pulling him closer, or casually leaning against him when he isn't expecting it is enough to catch him completely off guard. He'll try to play it cool, obviously, but the slight flush on his face gives him away.
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, who kidnaps your phone just to take selfies. When you first found out and asked him about it, he simply gave you a wink and said, “That’s so you don’t forget what I look like, sweetheart." Not gonna lie, you did think it was a bit narcissistic at first, but still, you have never dared to delete them. And, unfortunately for you, you can't even pretend they're all the same, some are genuinely cute, some are completely ridiculous, and others are clearly just him testing different angles. So now you have a specific album in your gallery with nearly 1,000 pictures of Satoru that are slowly threatening your storage.
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, whose infinite love for sweet treats is going to leave you in a diabetic coma one day. It doesn't matter the time of the day or where you’re eating, he always manages to order the sweetest thing on the menu. “Okay! So let me repeat the order for you guys: it will be one Lemonade, a Cheese Sticks order, and a Deluxe sundae with extra oreo and marshmallows." “And don't forget to add extra chocolate sauce," Satoru adds. “You got it,” the waitress responds with a half-concerned, half-disgusted look on her face. “Don't be shy, Y/N. I can also give you a bite,” Satoru says, completely serious. Mind you, you were just as disgusted and concerned as the waitress simply from hearing the name of the dessert. “I'm good.”
collegeboyfriend!Satoru Gojo, who used to have trust issues due to the messy way things ended up with his ex-best friend Suguru Geto (some might say they were lovers). His goofball facade might have fooled you at first, but in reality, it took Satoru quite some time to fully let you into his life and allow himself to trust you. To let you hear his every silly thought. To let his heart accept your love.
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A/N: Due to popular demand (me), here’s Part 2 of my previous post, hope y’all like it :3
Satoru Gojo has one very unfair advantage when it comes to your blindfold kink: his fucking Six Eyes.
“I want to blindfold you.”
Satoru paused mid-stretch.
“…You do realize,” he said slowly, voice dripping with amusement, “that I’m already wearing one, right?”
You groaned into the pillow.
“That’s the problem, Satoru! I want to be the one putting it on you. I want the control. I want you not being able to see because of me.”
“Aww. Is my poor little baby frustrated?” He rolled onto his side. “You finally get the strongest sorcerer in your bed and the one kink you can’t scratch is ‘take away his vision.’ because is physically incompatible with his stupid powers. Tragic”
You smacked his naked chest. “Shut up. It’s not funny.” Then you sat up, frustrated. “And the worst part is, even if I put one on you, it wouldn’t even work. You’d still be able to see everything. It’d be completely pointless.”
Satoru went still. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he reached up and slowly tugged his own blindfold down until it rested around his neck. “There,” he said softly.
You stared at him, waiting for the usual teasing. Instead, he leaned in closer, voice dropping into something quieter.
“…You’re right, I would still see” he said “But you still want to do it anyway, don’t you?”
“…Yeah.”
A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
“Then put it on me.”
You blinked. “But you’ll still—”
“I know.” He caught your wrist gently and guided your hand toward the black fabric on his neck. “I’ll still see every single thing. But I’ll let you put it on me anyway. And I’ll keep my hands right here—” he flattened them on the mattress beside him, dramatic and obedient, “—until you say otherwise.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Even if it’s useless… you still get to cover my eyes. You still get to pretend. And I’ll play along for as long as you want. Limited-time offer for very pouty frustrated girlfriends only.”
You stared at him for a long second. Then you climbed into his lap, grabbed the blindfold from around his neck, and carefully slid it back up over his eyes.
“…There,” you said, proud. “Blindfolded by me.”
His head tilted slightly toward the sound of your voice. Even though you both knew perfectly well he could still see everything.
“Mmh. Helpless,” he murmured, voice warm with amusement. “Completely at your mercy. Totally vulnerable. Please be gentle with me.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“It’s actually called roleplay.”
You hummed. Then, completely deadpan:
“Next time, you’ll be roleplaying with a gag in your mouth.” you said casually.
Satoru’s smile vanished.
“…Wait. What?”
You blinked innocently.
“What?”
“I—” He paused, visibly recalculating. “You have a gag fantasy too?”
“It just occurred to me.” She shrugged. “You don’t have the Six Mouths power, so that one should actually work.”
“…The what?”
“The Six Mouths.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Well, you have Six Eyes.”
“That is not how powers work.”
“I just know that next time we’re skipping the eyes and going straight for the mouth. Period.”
You leaned in and started kissing his neck, and all Satoru could think was—
Why the fuck am I actually wondering how Six Mouths would work?
Husband!Satoru has been pissing you off all day. Not the usual “ugh, he’s being a little shit again” kind of annoying. No. He has been testing every last bit of your fucking patience. And when you finally call him out on it, the absolute bastard has the audacity to laugh.
You grab the nearest object and throw it at his head. The object stops dead in the air a few inches from his face.
The little bitch just turned on Infinity.
He looks at the object floating in front of his face, then at you. And because Satoru Gojo has apparently decided that today is a great day to die, he grins and says:
“Was that supposed to scare me?”
You take a step toward him.
He immediately takes one back, and his grin slowly disappears.
“Baby, let’s not do anything we’re going to regret.”
You keep walking. He takes another step back, hands slightly raised like he’s dealing with a wild animal.
“Sweetheart.”
Another step.
“Love of my life.”
You stop right in front of him.
“Turn off Infinity, Gojo.”
“...I’m actually going to say no to that.”
Your eyes narrow.
“Turn. It. Off.”
He stares at you for a long second, blue eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating the risk.
“...Are you going to hit me?”
You don’t answer.
“Oh, fuck.”
You take another step forward and he immediately backs away.
“Nope. We’re keeping Infinity on.”
“Satoru.”
“No.”
“You’re a coward.”
“A living one, thank you very much.”
And that is how the strongest spends the rest of the day with Infinity permanently activated in his own house because his wife threw something at him once.
He doesn’t even turn it off when he goes to sleep.
Okay, so you know the CBAT guy who fucked is girlfriend to this specific beat. Like that fucked up beat thing and I think his girlfriend wrote a Reddit post about it. Or was it him?
Anyway.
I listened to Gojo’s hollow purple theme and I was thinking what if Gojo fucked to the rhythm to it?
A glimpse of what Satoru Gojo would be like as a boyfriend.
HEADCANONS: college au, no curses au, fluff, satoru gojo x female reader, comfort
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who asked you out with a gesture so big that half of the campus heard of it at some point. We're talking about bringing you the biggest flower arrangement you have ever seen. So big that when it arrived, you genuinely thought someone had accidentally delivered a small garden to your dorm. There were roses, lilies, baby's breath, ribbons, tiny decorative lights, and enough greenery to make you wonder if Gojo had personally robbed a botanical garden. How did the rest of the campus find out? You might ask yourself. Well, besides the fact that the entire dorm noticed the flower arrangement being carried inside, Mr. Gojo took the time to post a cute picture of you with his gift on his close friends, apparently forgetting the fact that half the campus was going to see it (he just accepts anyone who asks).
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who loves reminding his pretty girlfriend how beautiful and gorgeous she is. Seriously, this man will not let any chance to remind you of it slip away, ever, even in the most unexpected moments. In that curious mind of his, even when you get mad at him for something stupid, that's still not a good enough excuse for him not to adore you any less. “Did you know your face is really cute when you're mad?” he'll say, completely unfazed while you're trying your hardest to stay annoyed at him. His love for you never fails to leave you at a loss of words, especially because he somehow manages to make every compliment sound like the most obvious fact in the world.
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who, despite his outgoing and social butterfly personality and looks, is actually the biggest nerd you have ever met. Don't get him started on Digimon or his degree; this man is capable of talking nonstop about it all day and night. He could somehow turn a simple “Oh, you like that?” into an hour-long lecture. He'll be sitting there with that stupidly pleased smile on his face as he excitedly explains something you only vaguely understand with a high level of detail, pulling up pictures and showing you videos. That being said, he absolutely loves when you listen and actually ask questions, especially when you remember little things he's told you before. And, of course, he does exactly the same for you, if you start rambling about something you love, Gojo will happily listen, ask questions, and remember the tiniest details just because he loves seeing you get excited about something. To him, your interests are automatically interesting because they're yours.
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who has unbelievably breathtaking looks, and no matter how much time passes, it still gets you flustered every time you catch a glimpse of his beauty (especially when you see him naked, a view you could never get tired of). You could stare at him for hours and somehow still find yourself thinking, How the hell is this man real? Whether he's dressed up, fresh out of the shower, lazily lounging around his apartment, or simply walking around with absolutely nothing on, he remains unfairly gorgeous. He might catch you staring at him 9/10 times, which always ends with him getting all over you with that annoying smirk of his that you love so much.
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who once noticed your little habit of fidgeting around with your things during class. So now wherever he's around, he willingly offers you his hand for you to use as a fidget toy, letting you play with his fingers, trace the lines of his palm, fiddle with his rings, or absentmindedly mess with his fingers while you listen to the professor. He doesn't even mind when you end up holding his hand for the entire class; if anything, he loves it. Although this results in him paying zero attention to whatever the professor might be eagerly explaining and being completely lost, since he's far too busy watching you with that stupid little smile on his face.
Contrary to popular belief, collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, has a very quiet and tender way of expressing his love when it's just the two of you. Satoru loves to quietly hold you in private, especially in those peaceful and quiet moments where neither of you has anything to say. No words are needed; his embrace carries so much love for you, and that alone is more than enough to make you feel safe and loved by his side. He'll simply pull you against his chest, wrap his arms securely around you, and stay there for as long as you let him, sometimes resting his chin on your head or gently rubbing your back without even realizing he's doing it. Satoru never shows this side of himself to anyone, not even his closest friends, only you.
Regardless of these quiet moments of affection, collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo doesn't play around when it comes to sneaking more intimate displays of affection in public (poor boy is definitely containing himself a lot). Quick kisses on your cheek, lips, head, you name it. He'll find any excuse to lean over and press a quick kiss somewhere on your face before casually going back to whatever he was doing like he didn't just leave you flustered. Of course, this also means you should expect to feel his hand draped over your shoulder (all of the time) and walking around hand in hand, his fingers occasionally giving you a little squeeze.
collegeboyfriend!SatoruGojo, who never fails to uplift your mood during those stressful weeks filled with massive workloads. Even if it means saying the stupidest thing imaginable just to get you out of whatever mood that assignment has put you in. Whether it's making some ridiculous remark, pulling the most horrendous face he can manage, dramatically complaining about anything really, or simply throwing himself across your lap while you try to work, he'll do absolutely anything to get even the tiniest smile out of you.
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A/N: Hiii!! This is my first fanfic ever, so a little bit of a warning if it has any grammar mistakes (english is not my first language) or if it's way too corny T_T.
But anyways, I will appreciate any feedback!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
sugar daddy satoru gojo NSFW headcanons. fem reader. 18+ mdni!
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who loves to watch you dress up for him. He takes you on shopping sprees, spending thousands, just to watch you try everything on…and sometimes fuck you in the dressing room, hand over your mouth to cover your moans.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's so much older than you. So much more experienced. He has to take care of you, bc if he doesn't, what sort of evil man would take advantage? :(
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who helps you out of your heels and your dresses, murmuring sweet nothings as he does, kissing your skin and rubbing your muscles.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who wasn't supposed to get attached to you. But, when he finally saw you get jealous, seeing him out with another girl one day, he couldn't help it.
You'd yelled, and ignored him for 3 days. He'd sent over a thousand dollars, before just showing up to your apartment.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who begs for forgiveness even if he didn't do anything wrong, offering any amount of money or cars or fancy jewelry to make you happy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who fucks the attitude out of you so fucking good, you forget why you were even mad. And then, when you remember, he does it again. And yet again when you make some comment on how he has stamina for an old guy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who blocks the number of every other sugar baby he's ever entertained, because you've taken over every single little crack in his mind and none of them are you. None can compare. You've ruined him. Completely destroyed any hope of him ever being casual again.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who has so many pictures of you in his phone, he keeps them as a rotating screensaver so he can see your perfect fucking tits, pussy and ass every second of the day.
Who gives a fuck if the guys at the office see?
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's secretly such a pervert, he wants to share you with everyone in his office. Especially suguru, and nanami...
my masterlist I've been so active lately so sorry if y'all are tired of seeing my name <3
what are your thoughts on gojo? most of the fanfics on tumblr mischaracterise him, i.e. atp he's become a caricature
how do you see him?
would someone like him thrive in a romantic relationship, or feel suffocated by it? I feel he'd need someone on/close to his level when it comes to strength
also, i have a feeling he can be creepy, or unsettling at times, like coraline's other mum. that feeling when you enter a supposedly haunted house, and you suspect you're being watched? that's HIM
this is SUCH a dangerous question because i could genuinely sit here and write an essay about satoru gojo and i did, i have to be honest. i had to cut this down a lot because i realised i was typing a psychological thesis and not an answer 😭 i might do that one day but, for now, the short answer is that i think fandom often makes the mistake of treating "satoru" and "the strongest" as separate people.
i don't. i think he is the strongest because he is satoru gojo.
his power doesn't create his compassion, arrogance, cruelty, humour or capacity to love. it magnifies the man who already existed. the tragedy of him is that everyone else encounters the power first and spends the rest of his life trying to locate the person somewhere underneath it.
i also don't think that suguru ever understood him as completely as fandom likes to imagine. he came closer than anyone, but their eventual fracture is built on the fact that they stop understanding one another precisely when they need it most.
your coraline comparison genuinely fascinated me because i think you've identified something people rarely talk about. satoru has an uncanny quality that doesn't come from malice but from perception. he's always noticing things more than anyone else, he occupies space strangely, he jokes while remaining fundamentally untouchable. there's definitely something almost haunted-house-like about him. i don't think he's secretly monstrous exactly in the other mother's way, but i think being perceived by someone who experiences the world as he does, with his eyes, is inherently a little unsettling.
as for romance, i disagree. i don't think he needs someone on his level of power. i actually think that's the wrong question to ask.
he needs someone psychologically resilient enough that they won't be absorbed by his strength. someone who sees satoru without pretending the strongest doesn't exist; someone who can admire him without worshipping him, accept his protection without surrendering their own autonomy, and tell the most powerful sorcerer alive that he's being an avoidant idiot when necessary 💀
i also don't write dangerous men as though love magically domesticates them because i think that does a huge disservice to their characters. love doesn't erase who they are. satoru wouldn't stop being overprotective, arrogant or convinced he can shoulder impossible burdens alone simply because he fell in love. if anything, those instincts would become more personal, which is exactly why his partner would need to be capable of standing up to him when his protection starts to become control.
satoru doesn't need someone powerful enough to rival him, that's an impossible ask. no one else exists on his level unless you're considering sukuna. he needs someone who can survive the gravitational pull of being loved by the strongest and still remain entirely themselves.
so i don't think satoru's tragedy is that he's incapable of love. i just think he's spent SO much of his life believing that love looks like carrying everything alone that he'd have to learn someone choosing to stand beside him isn't the same thing as asking him to carry them too.
as for whether he'd thrive or suffocate in a romantic relationship... to be honest, i think both outcomes are possible depending entirely on the relationship itself.
i think satoru would absolutely thrive with someone who allows him to be loved without turning him into either a god or a project to be fixed. he needs someone who can stand next to him rather than beneath him, doesn't expect him to carry every burden alone and doesn't mistake self-sacrifice for romance.
i think he'd suffocate in a relationship where he was expected to be everything. the strongest, the protector, the emotional anchor, the person making every impossible decision. he's already spent his entire life being treated like infrastructure, he doesn't need to come home and become somebody else's.
