Isaac: "I Dislike Living In A World Without Augustus Waters."

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO X FEM READER

You expected working at a convenience store during the twilight hours just to make enough to cover rent to be boring. After all, you took the job for the cash, not for a love of faking smiles for strangers who don’t care. The appearance of a stranger who seems to have a lot to hide is tantalizing bait to your boredom, but you can’t give in. That is, if you have a choice at all. 

wc — 3k

cw — mafia au but not really, implied but never addressed, is he or isn’t he, Gojo is Weird, blood, guns, this is not meant to be a serious gorey fic, its just a fun little way for me to branch out and stretch those writing muscles 

They don’t pay you enough to keep guns under the counters, but it’s cheaper to teach you to shoot then it is to pay for security cameras. It would be cheaper not to show you to protect yourself at all, actually, but you’re the sixth cashier they’ve burned through in as many weeks. Even in a town as down as this one is, rumors spread fast. 

The wages are shit, but it’s all you’ve got, and college is expensive for a degree as useless as yours is. Four months away from becoming a junior, and you’ve only held unpaid internships and this position as a cashier at a dirty, old convenience store on the wrong side of the train tracks. 

You think the owner is hiding something, or maybe that’s just wishful thinking for a job as boring as this one. People come and go, make rude comments, pick up beer and slide you IDs you weren’t trained to check. It’s quiet enough to convince you to let down your guard, then your fingers brush the cold metal underneath the register and you remember the long line of unnamed, unknown girls who came before you. 

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i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

gojo satoru x reader | wc: 1k | L’s FOLKLORE event

“I can’t believe you.”

You’ve heard these words from him before, but not like this. They usually drip like honey from his silver tongue, with faux and teasing disbelief weaved in and around them. 

But right now, they sound cold, like a knife’s blade clinking against a glass table. He sounds hurt, you think, though you’re not sure what that sounds like coming from him. 

“Well, hello to you too, Gojo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he immediately heaves, as if your words burned him like a child touching a hot stove, “what is going on with you?” 

He stands a mere few feet away from you, but something far creakier than the wooden floorboards separates the space between the two of you, making it feel like lightyears rather than a few measly strides. 

His blindfold is off, it’s the first thing you notice. You can see his eyes—they’re just as beautiful as they were when you left, but something about them now appears weary. Slightly bloodshot, sulking into the bags that weigh beneath his eyelids, he looks exhausted. You can only imagine the headache pounding away behind his flesh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” his question is desperate, almost as if he can’t believe he’s actually asking it to you right now. 

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gojo satoru x reader, MAJOR hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, i just hope i did this blurb justice. NOT EDITED

imagine... gojo saving his s/o mere moments from death and the desperation that follows.

you'd been sent on a mission together, which the special grade sorcerer was very excited for initially since he gets to kick spirit ass with the love of his life. besides, with your help, the mission would be finished much faster and when you're done, he can take you out to a fancy restaurant with the bank he makes by being a sorcerer of his calibre.

not that you don't make bank yourself, but gojo likes to idea of being your 'sugar daddy', even though you tell him that 'it's weird'.

but one thing goes wrong and all of a sudden, you're in the hands of the enemy, helpless and frantic as every card up your sleeve falls to the floor- paralysed to your spot as the curse swallows your every last chance of survival.

this was it and the flash of your life hits you.

violently, too, like a really hard sensation rips through your side, the wind blows against you roughly and you thought that it'd be a little more peaceful- oh wait no, that's gojo picking you up and phasing away.

suddenly every curse has been obliterated and you're overcome with emotions that numb your being. you want to scream, sob, throw up, shake the anxiety away, crawl into a hole and hibernate.

gojo does all of the above for you.

"i thought- i thought- i thought that was it. i thought that was the end," he whispered, frantically cradling your face, hands moving everywhere along your body to make sure that you were still with him.

neither of you have the words to continue, panting together with mismatched breaths and worry-blown eyes. he eagerly ripped his own blindfold off, eyes proceeding to desperately scan every inch of your face and soul, as if gojo was trying to get a better grasp of your cursed energy in reassurance that you were still here.

once it becomes too much, he breaks down with a sob, falling to his knees at your feet as his tears ricochet onto the ground below him, holding onto your hands like they were his lifeline, a piece of you that you could sacrifice to purify his flaws and failures.

he leans his forehead onto your hands, trying to ground his breathing as he holds onto you tightly, as if making sure you couldn't slip through his fingers as delicately as last time.

"i thought- i really thought that you were going to-" gojo can't even finish his sentence before crying again, wheezing and sobbing uncontrollably, "you can't do that to me, y/n, you can't."

his voice breaks as the sorcerer looks up at you with a pool of emotion, expression vulnerable as if he was begging you to look into the fragile state of his heart because it was yours and yours his being would forever be. he surrendered to you, the miracle that has entered his life and forever changed it for the better. he surrendered to you, his lover who he'd go to any lengths for. gojo satoru, the honoured one, surrendered to you because he can sacrifice his measly pride if it means he's guaranteed another day by your side, in a safe haven he never thought he would need.

"you can't pull that on me y/n, y/n, y/n," he shakes as he repeats your name over and over again, whispering it so sacredly as if it were the only word he knew; a mantra that would fix the damage within him at seeing the most important person in his life almost- almost- almost-

you sink to his level with gleaming eyes, tears woefully streaming down your face to join his ones on the concrete below. holding his face oh so gently, you shakily smile, "satoru, i'm okay. i'm okay because of you."

he can't help the sob that rips through him as you lean to press a kiss to his temple, allowing gojo to find solace in your collarbone. he clings onto your clothes so tightly, still desperately searching for the extra reassurance that he didn't fail, not again.

"you can't, y/n, out of all people, it can't be you," he heaves, voice growing softer and breaths growing calmer the longer you hold the delicate man.

"we're okay, satoru, and we'll be okay for a long time."

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my kind of woman…

synopsis. you see a different side of gojo no one else has seen before

characters/pairings. highschool satoru gojo x highschool fem! reader

genre. fluffy fluff, angst

tw. none

a/n. this was actually supposed to be a whole diff concept but i accidentally shifted the story entirely 🧍🏻‍♀️/ inspired by mac demarco’s “my kind of woman” <33

satoru gojo.

who is gojo satoru? well it’s simple. gojo is your classmate at jujutsu tech. he is the strongest sorcerer in jujutsu history, baring the six eyes and limitless technique.

he is known as the mortal god amongst the jujutsu world. a man who is capable of wiping out the entire country, world even.

of course you knew that, it’s an obvious answer. but for some reason, there’s a feeling about him that’s lingered in the back of your mind.

you’ve been at jujutsu tech for awhile now. a second year along gojo, geto and shoko. you’ve gotten along with all of them surprisingly smooth. it shocked them how fast you adapted to gojos annoying quirky personality. he’s not the first rodeo you’ve dealt with.

but as time passed and you spend more and more time around gojo, you’ve noticed something about him.

currently, you and gojo had went out for some kikufuku after your mission. geto and shoko declined, saying they were exhausted. but you accepted cause…why not???

there wasn’t a clear answer but because of the people similar to gojos outgoing personality in your past, you immediately felt drawn to him. a nostalgic magnetic feeling that’s oddly comfortable??

if you said that out loud, everyone would definitely look at you like some kind of deformed curse.

after you both got your kikufuku, gojo suggested going back to the school.

you both arrived and he just plopped himself down the steps in front of the building that is the entrance for the dorms.

you crouched down next to him and plopped down as well — not as rough as him in an attempt to not ruin your uniform.

it was an odd moment of silence. he wasn’t speaking at all. the sounds of the night filling your ears instead of whatever annoying ramble he’d normally be going on about.

you don’t question it and continue to snack on your kikufuku. after a few minutes you get worried and turn to glance at him.

he wasn’t eating his kikufuku. he was just staring up at the star-littered sky with his forearms on his knees.

you try to take a better glance at him. but when you do, it’s nothing you would’ve expected.

his bright blue eyes are empty and vacant, with little to no emotion at all. suddenly a wave of sadness travels through your body.

he looks so…sad

satoru gojo…sad???

the worlds strongest sorcerer, sad??

you are hit with a hard realization. like you’ve seen his person for the first time. you turn to look at the ground and think about it more.

no, not satoru gojo.

you see satoru.

satoru. a boy, who is a human just as you are. an awkward teenage boy who is pervert like all teenage boys, who laughs, who has interests and tastes, who has thoughts. a human being, equal as you are.

the realization sets in and you feel like you’ve been introduced to a whole new world.

that realization shifts into sadness. you feel sadness for this poor boy who society has deemed into a god with no feelings to control. this poor boy didn’t ask for these powers.

you feel a stare on you as your mind in drowned in thoughts. then you feel a small poke on your shoulder.

you turn to see gojo staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed and a confused expression. you slowly bring your hand to touch his, testing if he has his infinity off.

“hm…y/n?” he questions. his calm expression soon turns into shock.

you turn your body to him entirely, sitting on your knees. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him as tightly and lovingly as you can.

you nuzzle your cheek in his soft messy hair and whisper, “I’m sorry…”

you felt his body shiver and tense as soon as you said that. he gulps, loud enough for you to hear it.

he slowly and hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist. hands on your hips, slowly traveling and resting on the middle of your back.

he feels so warm in contrast to the chilly night air. you can feel him squeezing you a little tighter. he leans his head against yours before gently letting you go. you let go and rest your palms on your knees.

“uh so…what was that for huh?” he says in a gentle voice you’ve never heard before.

“…mm…just felt like it,” you answer with a smile while shifting your legs back to the ground.

he huffs out a sarcastic giggle.

“you weirdo…”

you smile as well, unaware of the blushy thoughts flying across his mind.

little did you know. that moment marked the day he would start to fall completely and utterly in love with you.

WHO LOVES WHO ??? (1.5k)

— fushiguro megumi x reader

synopsis: don’t trust your thoughts after 10pm because now you’re convinced he doesn’t love you back

warnings: super fluffy, aged up, mentions of sex, megumi wees (in a toilet not sexually chill LOL), erm self insert… maybe ?

a/n: my first time writing megumi and if it’s ooc i don’t care lol i love the guy. inspired off that one girlfriends scene with joan n her boyf i’ve been watching a lot of girlfriends :)

fushiguro megumi doesn’t love you.

this is the conclusion you have come to, sitting fully clothed on the edge of your bath with your head in your hands.

after being together for three months, the words have yet to be uttered past his lips. aside from all the… more than friendly activities you’ve been doing; the sweet sex where he stuffs his head into your neck to hide his pitiful groans, how he softly kisses your ankle whilst gazing down into your eyes before he starts between your legs and the way he always crawls into your chest after he cleans you up… you’re not sure there’s been anything else to show he loves you back.

yes, you are in love with fushiguro megumi.

rubbing your fists against your tired eyes, you honestly found it hard to think of all the reasons why you didn’t love the man. the way with one scan over your body, he knows what you’re thinking or what you want. often disappearing in a room full of people to appear by your side to hand you a drink or sliding into a seat beside you to patiently help you with your assignments. his calculating intelligence, how he seemed to know everything or if he didn’t, after a minute he’d have worked it all out. able to explain something to you easily and only you… often ignoring if anybody else wanted help because he always had a second sense to if someone had bad intentions.

you love fushiguro megumi because he makes you feel like a good person. which you guess is an odd thing to say, but it’s true. you’ve often thought you weren’t always the nicest, occasionally impatient, sometimes stubborn. and although those traits are still in you, megumi makes you accept yourself. you know it’s due to the fact he’s seen the worst in people, met others that murder and lie to get what they want so relative to him you’re close to a goddess. the way he listens when you ramble about something petty, rant about somebody that’s been pissing you off, through your most annoying moments, megumi makes you feel loveable.

your thoughts slam to a halt as the man himself strolls into your bathroom. scratching at his dark locks and opening his mouth in a massive yawn. his top half is bare, a few scars from his work as a sorcerer littered about whilst his other half is in a pair of plaid navy pyjama bottoms. he eyes you, still fully clothed on the edge of the bath, for about three seconds. pretty thick eyelashes batting against his cheeks as he ponders over the reasons you’re sitting there. but it’s also four am and he doesn’t work well this early.

you try to give him a tiny smile, to not look as suspicious as you feel when he asks, “why’re you sitting there?”

coated in sleep and a little grunt, he then pads over to the toilet and pulls down his pyjama bottoms far enough to take his dick out. you don’t have time to admire his cute pale ass because fushiguro megumi is acting so very out of character.

“‘gumi!” you cover your eyes and face away from him, the tinkle against the porcelain sounding in the room. “don’t piss in-front of me!”

you try to rationalise it’s probably because he’s half asleep right now and honestly, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. but since when have you both got to the point of being so bare with each other?

“hmm?” he mumbles, feeling his body lighten at the action. why are you so loud at four in the morning? “babe, when two people are in love, this isn’t a big deal.”

babe. two people. wait… love?

the strangest most strangled sound leaves your throat, as you whip your head to the back of the man you loved.

“megumi, what? who loves who?”

you just needed to be sure. he could be sleepwalking right now for all you know.

but he also definitely wasn’t with how he turned his head to stare you down like you just offended him. “i love you and you love me? why are you looking like that?”

then he turns back around to finish his business, about to do the classic shake before you ram yourself into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. he places a hand flat on the wall before him to steady both of your bodies so he doesn’t go falling into the toilet.

“wait, let me clean up. we can cuddle in bed.”

but he’s not saying anything you care about, “‘gumi, you love me? since when?!” you squeal.

he scoffs, sleepy half-lidded eyes as he shakes and tucks himself back into his bottoms. “erm… since i met you? the first time we kissed? forever? why are you so shocked?”

he awkwardly shuffles to your bathroom sink, you still clinging to his back like a koala with a massive smile on your face like you’ve just won the lottery. it feels like you have.

you peep behind his back at the mirror before you both. megumi pumps soap onto his hands, lathering his slender fingers with the stuff and then hovering his hands under the tap to wash it off. you ignored all of that, staring at your lover's reflection as you feel your heart physically swell.

fushiguro megumi loves you back.

between that all, he glances up at you again, your cheeks high and your eyes bright like you just took a ginger shot, hyped up and ready to run a marathon.

“don’t you love me back?” the dark-haired man asks you, so quiet and tender you almost cooed aloud.

“of course i love you, i was just sitting there thinking you didn’t love me! you’ve never told me you have!”

megumi frowns, lips slightly pouted and staring at you through the mirror. his voice is a dull unimpressed monotone, “i don’t remember you ever telling me.”

now it’s your turn to pout, squeezing your arms around him in defiance but he doesn’t mind your touch. you’re making him all warm and toasty.

“well, i didn’t want to be the one to say it and be rejected. but if you said it i would have said it back.”

“babe,” he blanks and his face is telling you that you’re being silly but the impatient, almost rough rasp of the babe has you almost buckling your knees. “imagine i said it and you rejected me. i would have laid flat on the train tracks.”

“‘gumi!” you slap his arm playfully, kissing his bare bicep as his eyes twinkle at your laugh.

quickly he dries his hands on a random towel before spinning around to face you, his hands finding home on your waist.

and as fushiguro megumi stares down at you with his shiny albeit lethargic denim blue eyes, your smile grow bigger. so big he wasn’t aware a face could mimic the sun that had yet to rise outside. he should have been telling you he loves you daily if this is what he gets. a tiny chuckle breathes past his lips, your finger tracing up his spine making him feel a little drowsy.

“i love you. should’ve told you before,” megumi whispers almost apologetic, tipping your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. you can’t help but smile into that too with a pleasant hum and soon enough megumi is smiling too. a tiny one with makes your teeth clink together.

once you peck his cheek on your tiptoes, you wrap your arms around his neck. then his palms reach down to tap your ass, a signal to jump. as you do, your legs lock around his bare waist, “i love you too, ‘gumi. love when you call me babe too.”

the sight of the man still sleepy, muscles tensed to hold you up, you almost sigh lovingly. “really?” he mumbles, walking back into your bedroom and laying you down on your bed. “how about baby?” a kiss on your cheek. “honey?” you giggle as another lands on your jaw, “how about princess?” you’re now fully squealing at the tickle of his lips, especially as megumi, controlled by sleep lays all his body weight on top of you, only resting on his forearms to lay his attacks on you.

“yes, ‘gumi! yes!” and you feel the rumble of megumi’s laugh through his chest into yours. you throw the quilt over you both, now safe and warm with love.

once you both quiet down, megumi shuffles to get comfortable, tucking his head in the crook of your neck to go to sleep.

“love you ‘gumi.”

“love you too babe.”

HJSKSNSOS YOUR TAGS ON MY BAKUGO PIECE MADE ME GIGGLE TYSM

also idk why or how I gave those dreams but iM GLAD YOU ENJOY THE PRODUCT OF THEM🥹❤️

PLEASE DARLING ID DIE FOR BAKUGO DREAMS YOU’RE SO LUCKY

❝ ANGEL

♡ gn!reader x gojo satoru

cw: hurt/ comfort, established relationship

synopsis: gojo is so unserious, but he loves you more than you’ll ever know

wc: 1400+

notes from mei!

hello guys it’s been so long! i’ve rewatched jjk AND WATCHED JJK 0 FINALLY and felt very inspired to write lol (i fully believe gojo is a ginormous piece of shit)

i’m very rusty but i hope u enjoy!

you’ve always known satoru was far different from what people portrayed. he’s so conceited that it’s painful, but you know it’s just because he has insecurities of his own that he feels the need to hide.

he’s not as much of a ladies man as people say—of course, he can have anyone he wants, but he's only ever wanted to be yours.

i’m your perfect match, satoru says, no one can compare!

he’s scared of never-ending cycles and repeated mistakes—of things he should be able to control but somehow can’t—frankly, satoru is the epitome of bullshit.

it’s only now you’ve realized that satoru is the most flawed human you’ll probably ever meet—he’s a wuss who never stops complaining, his mouth going on and on like a never-ending siren. his favourite hobby is to get on people’s nerves then treat himself to that expensive bakery downtown.

satoru is so excellent that his flaws are dimmed by the blinding lights of his perfections.

he can get away with just about anything work wise—but with you and your relationship, there’s a line he constantly loves to jump over, even when he knows you'll never let it slide.

“satoru come on,” you say, hand reaching for his, but as you draw closer you feel a slight resistance, unable to touch him. you draw your hand back, taken aback from his behaviour.

you sigh, quiet and drawn out. gojo feels a chill run through his body as immediate regret pumps through his veins.

"baby—"

"save it, satoru."

he bites his tongue, watching as your eyes glaze over. you turn away from him, crossing your arms as if you were giving yourself a much needed hug. it's silent in his... very large and luxurious penthouse living room and you're once again reminded of the social gap between you and satoru.

for a moment, you can hear the voices of everyone mocking your relationship—criticizing you, laughing at you for even thinking special grade sorcerer gojo satoru could have a soft spot for someone like you.

and you feel played. not by him, but by yourself for believing someone born from money and blessed with strength, could love someone like you—someone who came from nothing and had to work their way up and up, kissing ass and developing thick skin.

you don't think gojo will ever understand how privileged he is.

you also don't think he'll understand how bad he is for you.

"where do you think you're going?" he calls. you think carefully, sliding on your shoes as you undo the lock on his door.

"home."

it's been two days and as your tidying up your apartment, you hear a knock at your door.

you pause, already knowing exactly who it is.

a minute—maybe five passes as you don't hear another knock. you're unnerved because you still see the shadow of him through the very bottom of your door, stubborn as he always is.

you try not to breathe too loud or move too fast, but satoru's always a step ahead and as you're opening your window to escape through the emergency stairs, he's already there.

"that's cold, my love." he says, but it's missing his usual satoru-flare and you know he's not in usual mood.

you don't think you can stomach him being in front of you.

he's wearing his sunglasses, hair down with his hand making sure your window stays open. his other is stuffed in his pocket, casual and uncaring like he always is.

"that's rich coming from you."

satoru loves you.

and it's all he can think about as he looks at you.

he knows you're more hurt than angry, and it's taken him great restraint to not harass you—lovingly—over these past two days. and when he sees you, he realizes he definitely should’ve harassed you instead.

his eyes trace your frown, your posture that shuts him out. he wonders if he'll be able to fix his big mistake.

with you in front of him, gojo doesn't feel like he's the strongest anymore. all the words he prepared to serenade you back into his arms sounded like gibberish and no longer felt right.

"why are you here, satoru?" he doesn't miss the way your voice breaks, "why do you always do this to me?"

tears begin to clump in his your lashes, throat tightening as you stare at him in disbelief. the air is so tense. you feel like you've been stripped bare as a tear rolls down your cheek.

"you make me feel so loved," your voice shakes, "you lift me up so high and make me feel so proud to be me."

satoru wants to tell you that loving you feels so natural.

"but you're so mean," you cry. the tears are falling freely now and you're choking on your words. "you do all these—all these things, making me feel special and—and seen, only for you to neglect me and twist my words a week later, because you can't handle being treated the way you treat me!"

he wants to tell you that seeing you like this is eating him alive.

"you're so ignorant—are you kidding me? thinking i'm overreacting for getting mad th—that you cancelled on like, the third rescheduled date to take on a low-level mission? and when i confronted you about it, forgave you for it, you turn on your infinity when all i wanted to do was hug you?"

your arms fall to your side, sick of his face and the way he’s just standing there silent. "it wasn't even about the date. i feel like you're bored of me and everyone who said we wouldn't last—"

"don't finish that sentence." he interrupts, no longer able to bite his tongue. his lanky figure climbs through your window and you feel even more vulnerable now that he's in your space.

"i'll never get bored of you, you keep me on my toes too much." he lays his cards on the table, knowing this is the last chance he has to prove he loves you more than anything on this earth. "i know how harsh you are to yourself, so i celebrate your tiny achievements because i'm genuinely proud of everything you do. i'm aware that being the best at work doesn't mean i'll be the best boyfriend. i forget that sometimes...” you glare, “most times." he corrects.

satoru takes a careful step toward you. "i care about you—more than you know, i think. you don't deserve to be neglected at all, and you don't.." he inhales through his teeth, "you don't have to put up with me if you don't want to anymore. i know how hard i make it, and i know a sorry isn't going to make it better."

you don't think you've ever seen satoru look so small.

"i can't ask you to stay with me, but we both know how selfish i am, so i'll beg you to stay with me anyways."

he doesn't miss the quick upturn of your lips. but it disappears as fast as it came.

you break eye contact and he feels his world shatter.

"how are you going to fix this?"

"...by reminding you i'm your perfect match?" he squeaks.

you sigh, "you're so unserious."

lanky arms wrap around your figure, caging you against his chest. you close your eyes, naturally sinking into his embrace. "i won't blame you if you break up with me, but i'll just let you know i'll definitely drop dead and you'll be responsible for killing the strongest sorcerer in the universe."

"that doesn’t sound that bad. everyone would know me and fear me—you know how popular i’d be?”

he's silent for a good, long second. "that's cold, my love."

it's so childish, in the way that he speaks. but in a way, he just revealed more to you than his semi-serious little monologue could ever do.

satoru is such a wuss, but he's never had someone love him like you do and he malfunctions. he can't fathom the thought of losing you, but also can't stomach the fact he's not good for you.

but he's trying. you know he is just from the way his knuckles brush against your cheek during the early hours of the morning; you know he's trying when he sneaks off during work to join you on your lunch break.

you know he’s trying because his students say he seems so gentle when he looks at you.

you know he's trying because he's here right now, after showing you he’s not the strongest despite everyone (and himself) proclaiming he is.

your arms curl around him and satoru gets his answer.

he's home.

more of ex husband gojo i beg

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

cw/ tw. modern au. their daughter is an oc, mild angst, pet names (ex. baby), more of Gojo fawning over his ex wife | wc. 600+

an. okay, this is just a blurb my sleepy brain conjured up <3

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the moms at Mio’s soccer games talk whenever he decides to pull you into his lap—a few sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your daughter run across the field.

He doesn’t hear the things they talk about, like “aren’t they divorced?” and “I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that.” Although maybe he’s heard every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do. 

“Satoru,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.”

“So? Let them stare.”

Just then, the crowd in the stands starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her smaller frame ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents. 

And then Mio kicks the ball into—well.

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter jumps happily in the middle of the field.

You’re probably scrubbing the plate in your hands rougher than necessary, doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn. But it’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those gray cotton shorts sit dangerously low on his hips— 

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless.

It's almost like it's a ploy to torture you...and it's working.

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips when he catches you staring, and suddenly the suds in the sink seem ten times more interesting.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re folding laundry. And he’s still shirtless, you realize, as he presses his front against your back.

Your resolve slips at how familiar it feels (to be held like this), and you swallow the whimper working its way up your throat. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband around your waist.

Breathless, you ask, “where’s Mio?”

“Watching Paw Patrol.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a lilted moan when he slaps your clit with his leaky tip.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open on his cock. “Tell me more about why we can’t keep doing this.” 

And you can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he wraps his long fingers around your throat because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“That’s it,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Take it.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who pushes the sticky rivulets of cum back inside you after he pulls out, muttering something that sounds like, “can’t waste it.” 

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night. 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Gojo as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, ruffling her hair until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile, content.