✎ A Birthday To Remember

"baby..."

a few seconds of silence.

"baby," you whisper again, poking satoru's side softly. he groans and opens his arms wide making you giggle and snuggle into him. bare skin meets and he lets out a soft sigh.

“toru, I’m hungry,” you whine softly, head butting his chest.

“sweetheart,” he rasps out, “you just sucked the life out of me. i'm practically lobotomized right now.”

you giggle and run your fingers up and down his toned stomach. he lifts his head up to look at you and then flops it back down with yet another groan.

“how are you so energetic right now? we both came like five times.”

you purse your lips and shrug,

“dunno, you just give me life i guess.”

“yeah, you forcefully steal it through that tight pussy-“

“satoru!” you squeak, slapping your hand over his mouth, “what is wrong with you?”

he licks a large strip up your hand and you squeal again and yank your hand away but reach up and pinch his nipple.

“ow what the fuck-“

satoru grabs your wrist with surprising speed for someone who could hardly move just seconds ago.

“thought you were lobotomized,” you grumble.

“that shit fixed me,” he smirks as he lets go of your hand and rests it on your hip, rubbing circles into your skin. you huff and and snuggle closer to him.

“… so now that your brain is back… McDonalds?”

“five more minutes of naked cuddling then fine,” satoru says as he tucks his face into your neck and tugs you closer.

“mmm, deal.”

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

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Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

“take your kid to work” day

gojo satoru and you who agreed on not letting his baby daughter be forced into the world of jujutsu and tried to shield her from it

but gojo satoru who had to take his daughter with him to teach the first years because he booked you a surprise spa day and apparently doesn’t trust anyone alone with his daughter

gojo satoru who shows his daughter around to everyone mainly nanami in the teacher’s room—nanami enjoys seeing your little ball of sunshine although considering her gojo’s spawn

gojo satoru who lets his students hold his precious daughter—they all adore her

gojo satoru who also has to take her on a mission along with the first years

gojo satoru who couldn’t help but show off to his precious girl blasting a curse away with blue

gojo satoru’s little baby girl who claps happily every time he uses his technique—she’s officially his important ego booster

gojo satoru’s precious baby girl who gets fussy if the mission took too long

gojo satoru who of course didn’t let his toddler’s fussy behavior slide, promises her on getting ice cream after the mission

gojo satoru and his daughter who had a father-daughter bonding moment none other family could ever have (he literally took her sightseeing while he fights curses on missions)

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

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There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough to for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you

Part 2

After four days away from school, you finally returned, feeling somewhat refreshed despite the exhaustion that had pushed you to your limit. You knew you’d probably missed a lot, but at least you felt ready to face the chaos again—or so you thought.

Your optimism vanished the second you discovered your partner for the mechanical engineering project was none other than Gojo Satoru. The Gojo Satoru.

It didn’t take him long to track you down—practically the minute you stepped foot in school, he was at your side. His signature white hair and ridiculously expensive sunglasses caught everyone’s attention as he launched into a stream of words, rambling about everything and nothing.

“Hey! Y/N, right? Wow, four days, huh? You okay? I mean, not that I was, like, worried or anything—I mean, I totally was, but—anyway, the project! I’ve been thinking about it. We can divide it up, yeah? Or maybe we can do it together? I’m great at mechanics, you know. Well, actually, I’m great at everything, but mechanics especially—”

You stared at him, blinking slowly, as he rattled on and on. The assignment wasn’t even hard—just split the work, do your part, and be done with it. But he seemed determined to complicate things with his non stop chatter.

In the background, his friends were clearly enjoying the spectacle. Shoko and Geto were standing a few feet back, both laughing quietly as they watched their usually unshakable friend flounder in front of you.

You weren’t sure if Gojo was flustered or if this was just his natural state of being. He was all energy and charm—like a whirlwind of confidence with no filter. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he was genuinely nervous, but that didn’t seem like his style. Still, the longer he talked, the more you couldn’t help but wonder if he really was as airheaded as he seemed.

You prayed he hadn’t pieced together anything yet. There was no way he’d recognize you as Spider-Woman—you’d been so careful. Surely, someone like him—all face and no brain—wouldn’t notice the connection, right?

You sighed inwardly. Dumb and pretty was a dangerous comb. And Gojo Satoru? He was a walking embodiment of both.

“Just do the part you want, and I’ll do the rest.”

Your voice was calm, straightforward, and devoid of any room for argument. Gojo stopped mid-ramble, stunned into silence. For the first time since you’d known him—well, “known” was a stretch since he’d never acknowledged you before this moment—he wasn’t talking.

He just… stared.

And then, without any regard for personal space, he leaned closer, his bright blue eyes studying you intently.

“Wow,” he said softly, a small, boyish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “This is the first time I’ve heard you talk. You’ve got a pretty deep voice.”

His comment wasn’t mocking; it sounded more like a genuine observation, tinged with curiosity. But his closeness made you shift uncomfortably, and the sound of his friends laughing grew louder.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You’d just gotten back to school, and now you had to deal with this.

“Can we focus on the project?” you asked flatly, trying to redirect the conversation.

But Gojo, still grinning like he’d uncovered the eighth wonder of the world, ignored your plea entirely. “Your voice is kinda cool, you know that? Like… mysterious. Are you mysterious? Is there a secret life I don’t know about? Wait—” He gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his mouth. “Are you a spy?!”

You stared at him, deadpan.

“Just pick your part,” you said again, turning your attention to your notebook.

“Okay, okay! I’ll do the first two pages and make a 3D model. That’s okay?” Gojo straightened up to his full height, which only made him seem even more ridiculously tall. You hadn’t really noticed before, but now, standing so close to him, his towering frame was impossible to ignore.

“Cool. I’ll do the rest,” you replied simply, not bothering to look back as you turned and walked past him.

He watched as you moved away, his usual grin faltering into something softer—almost thoughtful.

“Whoa,” Geto said, leaning over with a smirk as he watched Gojo’s expression. “Did you just… listen to someone? Like, without arguing? Who even are you?”

“Shut up,” Gojo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shoko snorted, flicking a fry at him. “You’ve got it bad, Satoru.”

“I don’t have anything,” he shot back, though his ears burned red.

As you disappeared down the hallway, he found himself standing there longer than he probably should have, replaying the moment in his head. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way your voice had sounded—calm, composed, and completely unbothered by him.

And for someone like Gojo Satoru, who thrived on attention and chaos, it was frustratingly intriguing.

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The idea lingered in your mind all day, no matter how much you tried to focus on classes. Shouldn’t Spider-Woman have a way for people to reach out? Not everyone you saved could shout their thanks in the middle of a rescue, and some people might have real concerns or valuable tips to share.

The thought nagged at you, feeling almost irresponsible to ignore. After all, you were doing this to help people. Giving them a way to connect with you seemed like the logical next step.

So, during your break between classes, you decided to act on it.

You pulled out your laptop, leaned back in your seat, and quickly created an email account. Simple, straightforward, and easy to remember:

spider-woman@gmail.com

As you stared at the blank inbox, a wave of uncertainty hit you. Would this even work? What if people used it to spam you or waste your time? Or worse—what if it somehow compromised your identity?

Still, you reasoned, no one would be able to trace it back to you as long as you were careful. Besides, you’d set strict boundaries. You wouldn’t answer every single email, only the ones that truly mattered.

Satisfied with your decision, you logged out and closed the laptop. The rest of the day felt oddly lighter, as if you’d checked something important off your to-do list.

That night, after school, you’d made the decision to public. You handed out flyers across the city, hoping to give people a direct way to reach Spider-Woman if they needed help or just wanted to thank you. You didn’t expect much, but soon enough, the emails started pouring in.

At first, it was the usual garbage—memes, advertisements, strange videos, phone numbers, and links to bizarre websites that made you raise an eyebrow. You could barely keep up with the flood of emails, your inbox filling faster than you could sort through them. Some were from media outlets—sensational headlines, twisting your actions into something unrecognizable. Others just wanted to use your identity for their own clicks.

But then, amidst the junk, there were those emails that made it all feel worth it.

Messages of gratitude from people you’d saved. Simple, heartfelt thank-yous that made the overwhelming mess of everything feel just a little more meaningful.

You smiled as you read through some of them. It reminded you why you were doing this. The people who truly needed you, the ones who didn’t treat you like a headline or an urban legend—those were the ones you wanted to hear from.

And then, as you scrolled down the list of incoming emails, one stood out.

It was from:

Gojo Satoru

Your eyes widened for a moment before you clicked on the message. There was no way. You quickly opened it, and the first thing that hit you was the absurdity of it. The email wasn’t formal, nor was it filled with the usual 'thank you' or ‘help me’ types of questions.

It read:

"Heyyyyyyy Spider-Woman, Satoru here. You know the guy with the white hair. You saved me again. You should really stop doing that, I might get too used to it. Also, can you send me your number? I have some questions about your secret life... I mean, if you're not too busy saving the world or whatever. Also, if you need help with anything (I’m pretty good at everything), just let me know. P.S. I don't know why you thought you could hide from me. Don’t make me come find youuuuu😉"

You stared at the screen for a few seconds, blinking in disbelief. The audacity was almost impressive. Not only that, but his message was ridiculous.

You closed the email without replying. What could you even say? The man was already a walking disaster, and it was clear he had zero understanding of personal boundaries. Besides, you had schoolwork to catch up on. You quickly switched to your homework, diving into it to distract yourself from the email and the mess of your thoughts.

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Gojo knew the possibility of you replying was zero, but he still felt a sense of disappointment. He was special, important, and couldn’t quite understand why you would ignore him like this. He had stopped trying to get himself into trouble on purpose, but it was hard. He still wanted to apologize to you, but how could he make you meet him?

He had to focus on the project for now.

Y/N...

apparently, a man could have two crushes. at school he liked Y/N. and outside it's spider-woman.

Gojo wasn’t even sure if it was a crush it could just be admiration, but there was something about you. You were so cool, so unbothered. It made him want to try harder, get your attention. The other girls hadn’t figured out the formula or equation on how to get his attention: Ignore Gojo = Gojo notice you = Gojo being in love. Being unbothered = Gojo will become your dog.

He wanted to work for every bit of your affection and attention. You and Spider-Woman had managed to make him feel like he had to.

He was planning to ask for your phone number tomorrow at school or suggest working at the library together.

And that's exactly what he did.

"Either you give me your phone number so we can talk about the project, or we work on it at the library. Your choice." It was right by the lockers as school ended.

You didn’t even glance at him as you zipped your bag. "I’m going to the library anyway. We can go," you said, not breaking stride as you brushed past him, heading for the door.

Gojo blinked, caught off guard for a split second. You weren’t fazed by him, not even slightly. But he wasn’t going to let it go that easily. He jogged to catch up, his usual confidence returning in full force.

"Wait, but can I still have your number though?" he asked, his voice light but tinged with that unmistakable charm of his. He really couldn’t help himself—he needed to get a response from you, something, anything.

You didn’t answer , your pace steady as you made your way to the library.

Gojo, though, wasn’t about to back off. He was persistent, a little frustrated, but more amused than anything. “I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for much,” he added, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You didn’t reply, your silence giving him no indication of whether he was getting through to you or not. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he was getting closer.

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After his non stop yapping about everything and anything, you really had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You felt like your head was going to explode if you had to listen to him for even one more second.

You left your laptop open on the document, but there were several tabs open as well. When he noticed it was about to go to sleep, he instinctively reached out and moved the mouse to keep it open, a habit, really.

He wasn’t trying to snoop, he really wasn't but ... but you know his hand… well, his hand was doing it. He checked to make sure you weren’t anywhere nearby before starting to browse through the tabs.

There were news articles about Spider-Woman—he didn’t know you were a fan. He thought maybe if he told you he'd met her, it might impress you. Then there were music tabs, shopping, school-related stuff, and two emails. Why were there two emails? Weird

One was just school-related—nothing out of the ordinary.

But then, he opened the other one.

He stopped.

Why were there so many emails? At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just casual messages, questions, and updates. But then he spotted the Gmail account.

The one that said spider-woman@gmail.com.

His hand froze on the mouse.

His blood ran cold as realization sank in. His brain screamed at him that it couldn’t be, but the signs were there—the news tabs, the emails, and… his own message, sitting right there, bold in the inbox.

The same message he had sent to Spider-Woman.

The room felt eerily quiet as he stared at the screen, the world around him fading into the background. His heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the messages, seeing thank-you notes, requests for help, and even memes and ads mixed in. It all pointed to one impossible, yet now undeniable conclusion: you were Spider-Woman.

The same person who had saved him more times than he could count.

The same person who had ignored his email.

The same person who was now walking back toward the table.

He scrambled to close the email tab, his hands fumbling slightly in his panic. His pulse thundered in his ears as he tried to compose himself, acting like nothing had happened.

When you returned, you sat down without sparing him a glance, opening your laptop again and resuming your work. He watched you, his mind racing. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? "Hey, so I figured out your biggest secret, no big deal"? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

Instead, he sat there in silence for the first time in his life, staring at you with a mixture of awe, guilt, and nervous energy, realizing that nothing between the two of you would ever be the same again.

You were too focused on the document to notice Gojo’s sudden quietness—something that was extremely out of character for him. The only sound between you was the faint clicking of your keyboard and the occasional shuffle of papers.

Gojo’s head was spinning. You were Spider-Woman. The mysterious hero everyone talked about. The one who saved lives while juggling a life as an unbothered, quiet, and cool high school student.

He couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. How had he missed it? It was obvious now—your exhaustion, your constant disappearing acts, even your unapproachable demeanor. He suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

"You okay?" you asked, finally noticing the weird energy radiating off him.

"Huh?" Gojo jolted, almost knocking over his chair. "Yeah, yeah! Totally fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine? Are you fine? You seem fine. So, I’m fine!" He was rambling, his words coming out too fast.

You squinted at him suspiciously. "Right… Well, if you're fine, then focus on the project."

"Yep! Project. Totally focusing on the project." He picked up a pen and pretended to write something down, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about what to do with this newfound knowledge. Should he say something? Should he keep it to himself?

Then an idea popped into his head. A terrible, ridiculous, Gojo-level idea.

"So, uh… I’ve been thinking," he began, trying to sound casual. "Spider-Woman's pretty cool, huh?"

You froze for a second but quickly recovered, keeping your face neutral. "Sure," you muttered, not looking up.

"Yeah, I mean, she’s, like, super badass, right? Saving people, swinging through the city, beating up bad guys…" He trailed off, gauging your reaction.

"Do you have a point, or are you just going to waste my time?" you asked flatly, still typing.

"Okay, hear me out." He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if I told you I know who Spider-Woman is?"

That made you pause. You looked up at him, your expression carefully blank. "And who do you think she is?"

Gojo grinned, leaning back in his chair like he was the smartest person in the world. "I think it’s one of my friends, you know. Someone really close to me."

Your stomach dropped, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. "You really think the world revolves around you, don’t you?"

Gojo's grin only widened, as if your deflection confirmed his suspicions. "Oh, come on," he said, his tone teasing but smug. "I didn’t say everything revolves around me. Just most things. But Spider-Woman? She’s definitely orbiting somewhere in my galaxy."

You rolled your eyes, shoving a notebook into your bag. "You sound ridiculous, Satoru. Maybe Spider-Woman’s got better things to do than deal with your ego."

"Maybe," he mused, leaning forward on the desk, "or maybe she’s hiding in plain sight, pretending to be all calm and collected while secretly being a total under our noses. Just saying, I’ve got a pretty good radar for these things."

You froze yet again for the briefest second but recovered quickly, you grabbed your bags and shut your laptop close. Snapping your bag shut to go home. "Your radar’s broken," you muttered. "Try focusing on this project instead of your conspiracy theories."

He laughed, leaning back in his chair again. "You’re fun when you’re annoyed, you know that? But fine, I’ll drop it."

You didn’t reply, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking away. But as you headed for the exit door, Gojo called after you, his voice playful and full of confidence.

"See you tomorrow! Spider- I mean y/n"

You didn’t stop, didn’t turn around, but your grip on your bag tightened. He was getting too close—way too close.

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As Gojo rode home in his sleek car, chauffeured by his driver, his mind buzzed with theories. He needed to confirm everything he saw. if you really were the spider woman. And to do that, he had to meet Spider-Woman again.

The idea made him grin—dangerous, mischievous, and reckless, just like always. How hard could it be to catch your attention? you always seemed to be around when things went south. Maybe it was time to stir the pot.

Satisfied, Gojo leaned back, staring out at the city lights as rain began to fall, pattering softly against the car window. He cracked the window slightly, letting the cool, damp air wash over his face.

The city looked alive, glowing under the rain-soaked streetlights. It gave him the perfect excuse to act on his latest harebrained idea.

He casually leaned forward, tapping his driver on the shoulder. "Hey, take the long route tonight. I need some fresh air."

The driver frowned in the rearview mirror. "It’s pouring, sir. Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He waited until the car slowed down on a quieter street lined with tall buildings. Without a word, Gojo suddenly threw the car door open and bolted into the rain.

"Sir?!" the driver shouted, slamming the brakes, but Gojo was already out of sight.

Ignoring the downpour, Gojo sprinted to the nearest building and grabbed hold of the fire escape ladder. He climbed effortlessly, raindrops sliding down his face as his soaked clothes clung to him. His breathing grew heavier, but exhilaration coursed through him as he reached the rooftop.

Drenched and panting, he stood at the edge of the rooftop, his grin widening as he looked down at the shimmering streets below. Rain fell harder, a steady roar that filled the silence around him.

"Alright, Spider-Woman," he muttered, his voice almost drowned by the rain. "Come and save me."

And with zero hesitation, he stepped off the edge.

The rush of air and rain hit him like a shockwave, his hair whipping back as he plummeted. The ground raced toward him at an alarming rate, the city lights blurring into streaks. Arms spread wide, Gojo’s grin never faltered.

This is either the dumbest or the smartest thing I’ve ever done, he thought, completely unbothered.

Before the thought could settle, a sharp thwip pierced through the sound of rushing wind. A sticky, webbed line wrapped around his waist, yanking him upward with jarring force.

You reeled him up in seconds, landing you both on a nearby rooftop with a thud.

Gojo looked up at you, still grinning despite the rain dripping from his hair. "Took you long enough."

You let go of him roughly, stepping back with your hands on your hips. Your mask couldn’t hide the sheer disbelief in your voice. "Do you want to die?"

"Not particularly," he replied nonchalantly, shaking water from his hands. "But I did want to see you."

"I thought we agreed you weren’t going to do this again. Why?" you asked, crossing your arms and tilted your head.

The rain was still pouring.

Gojo, however, didn’t seem fazed. In fact, he was grinning as he sauntered closer, closing the distance between you until his chest was practically brushing against yours.

His thoughts, clearly, were somewhere else entirely.

"You two are the same height too," he murmured under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself.

"What are you—"

"Never mind," he cut you off, shaking his head as though to clear it.

You glared at him harder, not in the mood for his games. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Well," he began, dragging out the word like it was some grand revelation, "I never actually said I’d stop, did I?"

Your eye twitched inside your mask. "you were apologizing that day."

"And I did. But that does mean I would stop." he nodded as if his logic made any sense and smiled. his white hair flopping.

"That’s not how this works—"

"And besides," he interrupted again, this time actually pouting. "You didn’t reply to me."

You stared at him in disbelief as he stomped his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. The audacity of this man.

"You nearly died because I didn’t reply to your ridiculous email?" you snapped, your voice rising.

Gojo leaned back dramatically, as if your words had physically struck him. "Ridiculous? Wow, okay, now I’m offended."

"Good," you shot back, pointing a finger at his chest. "Maybe you’ll think twice next time you decide to jump off a rooftop!"

He grinned again, leaning in closer until your finger pressed against his chest. "Maybe I just wanted to see you. Is that so bad?"

Your hand fell to your side as you took a step back, suddenly feeling like the air between you had shifted. His grin softened, his blue eyes locked on yours like he could see right through the mask.

Then, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear despite the cold rain. His voice was low, almost a purr.

"I know who you are, Spider-Woman. I know you."

Before you could respond, he tilted his head slightly and pressed a kiss to your neck through the damp fabric of your suit.

Your heart raced, each beat pounding louder than the rain in your ears. You froze, every nerve in your body on high alert. He knows.

How did he—?

How?

His proximity, his voice, the way he had shifted so quickly from pouting and stomping to this... whatever this was.

You need to go... oh God. He really knows. You need to walk up from whatever spell he put you on. You had thought he was just guessing.

You tried to steady your breathing, backing away step by step, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a physical force. Your heart was pounding, and your mind screamed at you to move, to get away.

Without another thought, you turned and bolted. You didn’t even know where you were running to—just that you needed to get far, far away from him.

The rain has already soaked through your suit as you leapt from the rooftops, your breath ragged. You needed the ground beneath your feet, something solid, something real to convince yourself this wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Spider-Woman!”

His voice cut through the night, growing louder as he chased after you.

You ducked into a dark alley, pressing yourself against the wall and trying to disappear into the shadows. Your hands shook as you pulled off your mask for a moment, letting the cool air hit your face. Is this a dream? Did he really kiss my neck?

The realization felt like a storm raging through you, and you couldn’t tell if it was fear, embarrassment, or something else entirely that was making your hands shake.

His voice echoed through the dark alley, persistent and determined, but then came a sudden, panicked scream. It wasn’t just him anymore—you could hear other voices, aggressive and threatening.

Your instincts took over as you pulled your mask back on and bolted toward the sound.

Two men were on him, struggling to take whatever valuables they could find. Gojo was on the ground, his usual confidence replaced by a rare flicker of panic. He was trying to fight off the best he could but with no results.

It took seconds to act. You swooped down, taking them on swiftly. One man lunged with a knife, and though you dodged, the blade grazed your arm, leaving a sharp sting. Gritting your teeth, you didn’t let it slow you down.

With precision and force, you subdued them both, tying them up before they even had a chance to realize what had hit them.

Once they were secured, your eyes flicked to Gojo. He was still on the ground, staring up at you with wide eyes, his usual grin nowhere to be found. You gave him a quick once-over—he seemed fine, just shaken.

Satisfied, you turned away, preparing to launch yourself back into the air. But just as your feet left the ground, a strong hand grabbed your ankle, yanking you down.

You gasped, flipping upside down as he pulled you back, leaving you dangling face to face with him.

“I... I’m fine,” he stammered, his voice trembling slightly but growing steadier with every word. His eyes, filled with something you couldn’t quite name, locked onto yours. “But... stay with me. Please.”

The rain continued to pour around you, the alley dim and quiet except for the sound of your breathing and his desperate plea. It's a narrow space making him really close.

Your back pressed against the wall, your breath shallow, and your heart racing so loudly you swore he could hear it. Gojo’s gaze stayed locked on yours as he stepped closer, his confidence unwavering. There was no escape now—not from him. He already knew, and the realization sent a wave of both dread and relief washing over you.

Before you could muster a word, his hand slipped to the back of your head, his touch firm yet gentle. He leaned in and kissed you—through the mask.

It was awkward and strange—kissing upside down with fabric between you—but the tenderness in the gesture made you freeze. His lips moved softly, unhurried, as though he wanted to savor every second. Your eyes widened in shock, your mind screaming at you to move, to do something. But your heart? Your heart betrayed you, hammering so wildly you feared it might give everything away.

When he pulled back, a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His blue eyes, piercing even in the rain-drenched darkness.

Your grip on the web tightened, trembling slightly as you brought one hand to the edge of your mask. Rain trickled down your face as you hesitated, the moment stretching endlessly before you finally pulled it off.

The mask fell away, revealing everything you’d tried so hard to hide.

Gojo’s smile widened, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. You saw it all in his eyes—the understanding, the mischief, and something deeper, something that made your chest ache.

Before he could react, before he could say something to break the moment, you pulled him in, your lips meeting his with a sudden urgency.

The kiss was real now—no barriers, no hesitation. It was raw, messy, and electric, the rain soaking both of you as the world around you faded into nothing. His hands moved to steady you, holding you like he didn’t want you to slip away again.

Gojo's lips trailed from your mouth to your cheeks, then to your nose, each kiss lingering as if he were trying to memorize every part of you. When he reached your neck, the position—hanging upside down—made the blood rush to your head, amplifying every sensation.

His lips were warm and soft, his movements deliberate as he left a trail of kisses along your skin. When he reached the sensitive spot just below your jaw, you couldn't help the small, involuntary moan that escaped your lips.

Gojo froze for a moment, his lips still pressed to your neck, before he chuckled softly against your skin. "Was that a moan?" he teased, his voice low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine.

"Shut up," you muttered, though the words lacked any bite. Your breath hitched as he kissed that same spot again, slower this time, and your grip on the web tightened.

He didn’t let up. His kisses became softer, deeper, as if he were trying to consume every sound you made, swallowing each gasp and moan like they were his own. His arms tightened around you, holding you in place as if afraid you'd disappear the moment he let go.

"Gojo," you whispered, voice shaky, barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Say my name again," he murmured against your skin, his tone smug but laced with something deeper.

You wanted to push him away, to regain some sense of control, but his lips found another sensitive spot, and your resolve crumbled. The way he kissed you, the way he held you—it wasn’t just playful anymore. There was an intensity in his touch, a need, a desperation that mirrored your own.

"Let me breathe," you managed to say between gasps, though the words were weak and your hands betrayed you by gripping his shirt instead of pushing him away.

"Not a chance," he murmured, a grin evident in his voice as he pressed another kiss to your neck.

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THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS JDMIFHJFNRUBFDEIEOFNUGBF

happy birthday my glorious king 🤴 🔵👄🔵

(idk who the artist is but credit to them)

some google searches about our oiled and double caked up king

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LE gojo going "*sigh* my ears have been blessed." Whenever he hears reader laughing

PFFTT so happening🥹 and he’s not keeping that to himself, he’s telling it to the next person beside him… who happens to be nanami💁🏻‍♀️

“my ears have been blessed~” he sighs dreamily.

“what?”

“she just laughed… nanamin, isn’t her voice just like angel’s? i still can’t believe it—i married her!”

“gojo-san… i don’t want to be rude but—”

“just agree with me, nanamin!”

PLANNING A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR GOJO Part 1

Reckless Gojo can never compare to my glorious King 🙂‍↕️

Part 2

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

How would the second years react to baby gojo?

Like I need a baby gojo and the second years interactions 😭🙏🏻

second years adore baby son and they’re going to be whole calmer about it compared to the first year. but i have to say, the baby vibes the most with inumaki 💁🏻‍♀️

“tuna tuna,” he’ll point at a potted sunflower on the flowerbed while holding the baby.

baby gojo turns between him and the flower. “waa?”

“salmon.”

“ooh…”

“tuna mayo.”

“they… understand each other?” panda looks at both of them in wonder, before smiling. “good for toge. he has gained another friend.”

“somehow they look similar…” maki muses.

and when baby goes back home, while he is in his papa’s arms, he pokes him and suddenly he blurts:

“tu—na!”