Gojo Who...

chat does he know about marriage

Who would’ve guessed our colonel is a memelord

True words of wisdom right there

I NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE BAKUGOU CALLS HIS GF/WIFE MA/MAMA PLSSSS !!!

thanks for coming to my ted talk 😋

ᡣ𐭩 content — fan!gojo x pop-princess!reader. fluff, gojo's kind of a freakk :P

fan!gojo is, delicately put, obsessed. his penthouse apartment? a whole room dedicated to your discography, limited edition vinyls glowing under soft led lights, and walls plastered with every magazine cover you've ever graced. his credit card? permanently swiped for your latest merch drops, holographic posters, and plushie keychains.

fan!gojo who hears about the meet-and-greet raffle from your instagram (he's the first to like the post). panic sets in. a raffle? random chance? this is an affront to his meticulously planned life. no amount of money can guarantee a win.

fan!gojo who has to beg for this stranger on reddit to give them their tickets to him. he lost a little over a million dollars (yeah, okay, in hindsight, that wasn't financially smart — but, this was the opportunity of a lifetime).

fan!gojo who ends up bringing geto with him, since he doesn't want the other ticket to go to waste. out of geto, of all people, he's not sure. geto, the heavy-metal aficionado. their music tastes' are worlds apart, but gojo's doing his best friend a favor.

fan!gojo who spends hours picking out his outfit, to which geto snorts, "it's not like you're going on a fucking date with her."

fan!gojo who huffs, dramatically crossing his arms. "we're taking pictures."

fan!gojo who ends up bring all of your vinyls to the meet-and-greet. every single one. "what?" he asked geto, who was giving him a funny look. "i couldn't decide. they're all amazing."

fan!gojo who's practically bouncing off the walls, when the security guard tells him it'll be their turn, soon. will he be okay? does he look okay? wait, does he smell okay?

fan!gojo who's shoving his to-be-signed merch into geto's hands, cracking his knuckles. after a moment, he snatches them back, hissing, "don't do anything embarrassing, okay?"

"...says the one bringing a whole ass record store."

fan!gojo who is freaking out when he lays his eyes on you. in person. even geto, who's never seen him flustered over a girl, can't help but snicker.

fan!gojo who thinks your voice is even sweeter in real life, if that's possible. you smile, a soft greeting leaving your lips. all he can do is stutter a response. (yes, geto is filming.)

fan!gojo can't tear his eyes off you. you're dolled up in the prettiest shade of pink, and you look gorgeous. your hair rests in soft curls, styled to perfection. though, he'd pop a boner if you showed up with bed-head.

fan!gojo who gets all his merch signed by you, as he grins boyishly, a warm pinking dusting his cheeks.

fan!gojo who musters out the courage to blurt; "i love you! y— your music, i mean," stuttering over his attempted amends. too much courage, it seems.

fan!gojo who practically sighs in relief when you laugh. "yeah?" you ask, handing him his items.

"yeah," fan!gojo says, breathy. "huge fan."

you tilt your head at him, thoughtful eyes. "i can tell." fan!gojo's cute, you think. as they're heading out, you stop him, watching his brows knit in confusion.

"we can take a picture, just us," you suggest. "if you'd like."

if fan!gojo would like? fuck, yeah, he would.

fan!gojo who's beaming, waiting for the click of the camera, when you catch him off-guard — pressing a kiss to his cheek.

fan!gojo who's eyes widen, and he's sure that photo came out odd on his end, but god, he'll keep it forever.

fan!gojo who thinks his life can't get any better, but you're sliding off your bejeweled, pink bracelet and slipping it on his wrist. eyes twinkling, you wave him out.

it's not until he gets home, placing his merch back where it belongs (on what normal people would call a shrine, but fan!gojo prefers the term collection), that he notices something on his vinyl, not just a signature.

it's your number, with, right below it; for my biggest fan.

fan!gojo who's breath hitches. he's won.

artist: su2kuna on X.

Nerd Gojo Series

- nerd in love.

- enterprising nerd

PAPA!SUKUNA is his kids' very own jungle gym.

it is undeniable that your husband is built like a tank and towers over everyone he comes across. even before kids, he'd been able to carry you like you weighed nothing. an absolute unit of a man, if you will.

he's very gentle with his kids when he needs to be. being a big guy, he's prone to breaking things under the slightest bit of pressure. but with his two little brats, it's like his touches become feather light.

they get the adventurous edge from him, too. your little boy is always running around to places a child should not be, and your little girl is always grabbing at things. with those two behaviors combined, it's no wonder they took one look at their father and deemed him a perfect playground.

you'd come home to find sukuna standing completely still in the middle of the living room, arms outstretched as the little goobers hang onto his biceps for dear life and treating them like monkey bars. and when he's sitting, you best believe they'd be resting on top of his shoulders.

it gets a lot of positive attention from passers-by, which sukuna revels in. he only gets a little ticked off when an older man he strikes up a chat with shoots a concerned gaze at his little girl clinging onto sukuna's leg like a koala.

"a-are you sure she's not distracting-"

"no."

"your son is quite literally trying to stand on the top of your head-"

"so?"

"does your wife know about this?"

"none o' your business."

BUTTERFLY EFFECT ୨ৎ ryomen sukuna - satoru gojo.

YOU WOULD SLEEP WITH ME, IF YOU COULD DO IT COMFORTABLY — red bull's pit lane? total mayhem, especially with sukuna's temper constantly flaring. so, yeah, things got stressful. and, okay, hooking up with gojo, ferrari's golden boy, wasn't exactly the smartest way to unwind. but, honestly, one tiny slip-up at one tiny party? little did you know, the butterfly effect was inconceivable.

ᡣ𐭩 ferrari-racer!gojo x redbull-racer!sukuna x redbull-manager!reader.

warnings — inaccuracies. (so. many. inaccuracies. i apologize in advance for all of them, especially to the people who watch formula one.) polyamorous relationships. slow burn. angst. eventual smut. use of alcohol/drugs. specific content warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter. again, the ending will be polyamorous.

(呪術廻戦) : note — layout ib: @nanamiskentos. whoops, spilled some ink, and started a new series. i was planning on making this a full-length piece, but that just would've been far too long. enjoy!

✦ track one. | damage control. ✦ track two. | soon! ✦ track three. | soon!

series taglist (27/50): @jeonwiixard, @paradisestarfishh, @seizecherry, @shinycrybaby, @n1vi, @gojosoups, @poopooindamouf, @susususukanana, @sukubusss, @beereadzzz, @mia-can-yap-too, @indiewritesxoxo, @yenayaps, @swoozleee, @monacipher, @chosos-prettyprincess, @hyori2, @aldebrana, @your-mum3000, @unabletonotlovesatoru, @kazuuhali, @river-vixenn, @daisy-01-blog, @linny-bloggs, @cosmotoic, @pousivuitton, @carnalcrows. ask to be added!

everyone always asks “what’s your book about?” but they never ask “how’s your mental health after rewriting the same chapter 12 times?”

saw one tiktok of someone just looking at his partner and crying it was so gojo coded

you're minding your own business on the couch, playing a game on your phone with blankets covering you up. you're comfortable and minding your own business until you hear a small sniffle.

you think nothing of it leaving it to your imagination until you hear another sniffle followed by another and it becomes a pattern until you can't ignore it any longer.

you look up, tearing your eyes away from your phone to see your boyfriend satoru staring at you with tears in his eyes. you sit up suddenly because it was so unexpected and abrupt to find your boyfriend crying.

'toru..what's wrong?'

his face crumples, more tears falling on his cheek. you panic, dropping your phone to make your way over to him.

'baby what's wrong?'

toru hiccups as you attempt to wipe his overflowing tears. he stammers, struggling to get out the words but you wait patiently for him to speak.

'you-you're-you're just too cute!' he sobs, falling on your shoulder. 'what if something happens to you and i'm not there?'

'toru what?'

'you're just so cute playing on your phone, I just want to protect you forever and keep you bundled up in the blankets forever.'

it takes all of your might to stifle your laugh and put in effort to console your poor boyfriend. 'toru i'm right here and nothing will happen to me.'

'you don't know that' he muffles into your shoulder.

'well...you can be there to protect me with your six eyes and what not, right?' you reassure, rubbing his back.

he hums a little taking a shaky breath before speaking, 'yeah. I can do that'

Maomao, every time she looks at Jinshi: