Wow, What A Cute Jelly Donut! I Think I'll Name Him Caesar.

cw: fluff, established relationship, secret marriage, modern au, celebrity au, secret relationship trope, gojo is a lovesick devoted husband, also he's japan's it boy, gender-neutral reader, all characters are 18+, SFW

The media loved to paint Gojo Satoru as some sort of playboy—a cheater, a walking scandal. Headlines with his name and posters of his face were plastered across the entire country, and not a single soul was spared from the rumors of his so-called scandalous rendezvous.

And it wasn’t until the media saw you— officially saw you—stepping out of the sleek black car, with that big fucking rock on your finger glistening under the camera lights, and him, Gojo Satoru, holding the door open for you with that sweet, love-sick smile painted on his lips did they finally realize.

"Oh."

Gojo Satoru was anything but a playboy.

And soon, every magazine, every article, every billboard, and every podcast was talking about him—Gojo Satoru—the loving, doting husband, he is.

A man completely at your mercy—at your every beck and call. With a single flutter of your pretty lashes, to every giggle that spilled from your painted lips, to the very twitch of your nose and scrunch of your brow, he was yours.

At every sigh of boredom leaving your kissable lips during stuffy social events, he was yours. Slender fingers trailing down the curve of your waist as he reaches for your hand, fingers tangling with yours as he gently squeezes your hand in reassurance.

Hell, even your breath—just the sound of it—was enough to have him running to your side like the devoted husband he is.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

Happiness Will Come To You.

your hand languidly reaches up to rub the sleep from your eyes. your nose scrunches up as you squint from the sunlight peeking through your drapes. it must be well into the day by now, and as much you'd like to stay in bed, there are things you wanted to get done today. you try to get out of bed, shimmying your way out in an effort to savour the warmth of your cozy bed as long as you can, before feeling a hand softly tug at your shirt. as you turn on your side, you're met with your pouting husbands groggy gaze, squinting at you with eyes full of the most breathtaking shade of blue you've been obsessed with since high school. "stay with me sweets, just a bit longer..?" Satoru pleads, his voice low and gravelly as he lifts his arm up, inviting you into his warm embrace. how could you turn him down? you crawl into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck as he wraps his around you, one going up your shirt (it's actually his shirt, but you both love it when you steal his clothes) to graze your bare back, the other groping your plush ass, pulling you in closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. you rake your fingers through his glossy locks, placing a few soft kisses along his collarbone before nuzzling into the crook of his neck as the amount of comfort and bliss you give him sends him right back into his slumber. you feel safe in his arms, he makes you feel home. your sleepiness begins to overpower you, your eyelids fluttering shut. when every second spent with you is this perfect, a bit longer could never hurt.

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soon

D’you think they used him as a pin cushion

i could really use some luck this week

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

I'm Australian but nonetheless if the Ides of March passes and nothing happens I will be extremely disappointed