Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru has spent a lifetime trying to do the right thing the right way. He decides to spend his second terrorizing the local yakuza, reliving his middle school glory days with a pop punk youth aesthetic and a regrettable affliction for black leather, uprooting the criminal underworld and hero industry alike, and casually taking up costumed aggression as an occupation. A Gojo Satoru is reborn as Todoroki Touya AU

Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!” “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!” Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now. Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society. What the hell is going on?

Satoru Gojo had been killed more than once in his short life... but his death at the age of twenty-nine was widely considered to be the most permanent one yet. Over a year has passed since the fight against Sukuna and Gojo has returned, but at a great personal cost. Without his techniques and even fewer allies, Gojo struggles to understand what's left when he's no longer the most powerful sorcerer of the age. Utahime Iori fell for Gojo once before and she already learned her lesson, but circumstances have pushed her back into the path of the man she's tried hard to forget, challenging her resolve and awakening old feelings she vowed to extinguish. What does it mean to be strong? To be vulnerable? And if forced to choose between love and power, what will win out?

A collection of oneshots following a random timeline of the Getou-Gojo Family Stories.

Geto Suguru was an omega. He was hormonal and horny all the time. It was a natural bodily function that he couldn't help. He did not choose to be born an omega. He did not enjoy being horny all the time.He liked to have sex. He had itches to scratch. He couldn't help it. He invited Gojo Satoru to be his friends with benefits. Originally, he only sought sex. He did not plan to fall in love or a whole package of romance.Things were great until it became ugly. Why was it wrong for him to like sex but not for the alphas?

A series of one-shots dedicated to Kinktober 2023. Tags, relationships, etc. will be specified at the top of each one shot.

Yuuji has been in the omegan marketplace for as long as he can remember. With the looming fear of being shipped off to a brothel hanging over him he presents as beautifully as he can to passing alphas. He has little hope with how masculine and unappealing he is but...then one takes an interest in him! A handsome high class alpha Gojo Satoru takes interest in him! The catch? Gojo is already bonded and happily in love.

Gojo Satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. He's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. But he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. But when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too. basically popular soccer boy gojo x focused film major reader.

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys. However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible. You hate him. Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. Under one agreement, that is.

“Suguruuu why is your door locked…” Satoru just fucking teleports into his room. And honestly it takes both of them a second to process it, Satoru just stares at him, he stares at Satoru. Satoru’s mouth is agape. Suguru feels paralyzed. “Oh.” *** In which Satoru has the worst possible timing for a visit and Suguru gets caught in a compromising position.

Sukuna has always been a being that covets what is his. His vessel is no exception. AU where Sukuna successfully drags Yuuji down to his level.

The door to Suguru’s dorm room slammed open, with Satoru immediately taking up the empty space, a wide grin on his face. It’s the first time Satoru’s been on campus today, his morning spent on a mission near Kyoto if Yaga is to believe, and Suguru was elated to see him. Satoru seems to think the same, for he immediately shuts the door and jumps on the bed, aiming for directly in between Suguru and Shoko and inadvertently crushing Shoko’s medical textbook in his wakeーnot that she cared. The boy grabbed both of them by their shoulders, dragging them in against his sides, and it’s then that Suguru smelled it. The same rain and wet fur scent, but this time, stronger. Far stronger. “He finally scented me!” Suguru’s mind blanked out at that, his nose betraying him as it took a few deep breaths, the scent that was undoubtedly from another alpha filling his nose completely, and Suguru hated it. Satoru should only smell like Suguru, he’s his, isn’t he? He’s Suguru’s omega. Or at least, he thought he was. Or: Satoru's reeked of another alpha for months now, and Suguru goes a bit crazy because of it (the alpha responsible is someone he never would've suspected)

Satoru laughed, ginning at the gesture, ever grateful for the Yuji’s thoughtfulness. “Sounds good to me. Let me re-tie your guys’ shoes and we’ll head out of here.”As he was finishing up Yuji’s laces, the new arrivals started to make their way into the park. When Satoru looked up, he was met with the most striking set of lavender eyes; eyes that happened to be looking back into his own.-Satoru was still learning how to be a proper parent to Megumi after gaining custody of him when the child’s father and Satoru’s former college roommate, Toji, was sentenced to several years in prison.Romance wasn’t on the forefront of his mind, yet one day when at the local park with Megumi and his friend Yuji, Satoru became entranced by a striking set of lavender eyes. Another father, one with two little girls around the boys’ age, became a point of interest for Satoru.While his first priority was making sure Megumi was comfortable due to the child’s troubled past with social anxiety, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to the stranger with kind eyes.When fate had it that they kept running into each other, Satoru’s mind swirled with possibilities and feelings, ones he couldn’t help but indulge in.

Sukuna's had every intention to stay away from you, ever since he met you. Naturally, it would be very wrong for him to date his little brother's best friend. But picking you up from the bar one night, after finding you in a puddle of your own tears, snaps the very thin reasoning he had into shreds - and he finds himself unable to stay away from you.

“No matter how far apart they are or how much they fight, the string connecting two people cannot be broken or undone. It is better to accept it rather than resist it.” Those were the words Yuji's grandpa shared with him when he first saw the red string tied to his pinky. He wonders if his grandpa would still say that if he knew that the other end was tied to the King of Curses. === OR Yuji and Sukuna are soulmates. No one is happy about this.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not entertaining?” “I’m insinuating that you’re lazy.” A couple of small donations come in at once, tearing Suguru’s eyes away from the drawing to read the names. His view count has shot up by almost a hundred; he always gets more engagement when Satoru is on call with him. Not that that sort of thing really matters to him, but it is a little funny, and he can’t help but smile ironically and shake his head to himself. Suguru is a part-time tattoo artist (per his own wishes) and part-time streamer (per Satoru's). Satoru's choice of career is anything but surprising, being a full time content creator, broadcasting himself to tens of thousands of people almost every day. They live together, work together, and know almost everything about each other.Almost.

Sukuna is the strongest. He has always been the strongest. He will always be the strongest. He begins to realize that he might have to share that title when he wakes up after over a thousand years in the darkness. Itadori Yuuji... Sukuna thought to himself, an intrigued grin stretching to his face. A face that he couldn't feel in the darkness. My unintentional prison. "Your personal feelings?" Satoru confirmed. "Yes. Please do something about this." Megumi really was so adorable as he sat there, begging Satoru to give him a boon. It sent a thrill of delight down his spine. A reminder of the fact that yes, Satoru Gojo was fucked up - He was a God. He could once again force those close-minded council members into doing what he wanted. It would make Megumi-chan happy. Besides it always gave him great joy to remind those old men that the only reason they had power was because he, Gojo Satoru, allowed it. "I can't turn down pleading from my favourite adorable student, now can I~?" Satoru sang out Note: Chapters are all around manga chapter length. Major Canon Divergence starting Ch.10

In which Suguru Getou doesn't declare war against Jujutsu society and decides to abandon his genocidal path after faking his death. Somehow this ends with the strongest sorcerer alive being trapped by a curse months later.

“Get on the bed, sensei, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” Satoru hums. “I won’t tell my dad, you’ll get to keep your job, and all will be forgiven.” Suguru hesitantly asks, “You won’t do this to me again?” “Haahaa,” shrewd laughter escapes from Satoru in reply. He runs a hand up his hair, flashing him a cocky smile that knows his dick is just as big as his ego. “Sure.” Or, rich entitled brat Gojo Satoru is pissed he got a zero on his essay. So he threatens to have his home tutor Geto Suguru fired, unless he lets Satoru fuck him.

Yuji thought he knew Sukuna. He heard plenty of stories from others, experienced his cruelty in person, and had enough evidence to call him a monster.But.Something in Sukuna’s behavior shifted after he almost killed Yuji, and it left the boy puzzled. Why is Sukuna so confusing? Why does he act like he cares? And most important, why does Yuji like this side of Sukuna? Is it just his omega’s instincts speaking? Also, why did no one know he was an omega in the first place?! What do you mean he needs to pretend he's an alpha? Or: Yuji is trying to understand why Sukuna is treating him so special and slowly falls for the King of Curses in the process. He also realizes he was a victim in Sukuna's small plot to hide his real secondary gender, and now they have to face some unexpected consequences.

"How about this then, Getou." Suguru's intuition tells him to run while he can. His butt stays planted. "You can come to my practices to give me some friendly advice about my routine, and in exchange, I'll forget about pressing charges for your assault." He beams. "Good deal, right?" Suguru wants to slap him across the face. "What? You're the one who put your lips on my neck." "After you punched my arm like a truck. Come on, dude. Do you really want to ruin your hockey career right now? I don't think the sports teams in jail are very good." "You're a piece of shit," Suguru seethes. Crystal blue eyes crinkle. "And you've got seven different sticks up your ass, but who's counting?" Suguru is just a guy trying to recover from unhealed wounds of his past. Satoru is the star of their university figure skating team, embodying everything Suguru wishes he had. So when an unexpected injury brings the hockey team's captain to this supernova of a man, everything he thought he knew about his principles goes ass up. Alternatively, bratty figure skater Gojo fucks around and finds out ft. college angst and sex in places that aren’t very sanitary.

Satoru doesn't love his husband and repeats that to himself every day. Yuuji suffers the consequences.

Sukuna Ryoumen was the proud owner of a small tattoo parlor. After some tragic issues with his lavished home he is forced to move into some tiny apartment in the middle of downtown. Where he would meet an overly jovial baker named Yuuji Itadori. Gaining his infatuation nearly instantly. Will he be able to win the heart of this new object of his affection? Or will his shady undertakings be too much of a deal breaker?

Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time. Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly. "Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?" Or, High school Suguru meets adult Gojo. Things happen.

Satoru has a thing for creampies: canon.

“Who are you?” Yuuji asks. “Gojou Satoru, at your service,” the man answers, both hands now wrapped tightly around Yuuji’s wounded one. “Do you know who I am?” “No?” “You don’t sound very sure.” “No,” Yuuji says firmly. “Why would I?” “Why indeed,” Gojou echoes softly. “Can I ask you a question?” Yuuji swallows again. He doesn’t like this. Whatever Gojou’s about to ask, the question blazing in those eyes and tucked behind his smile—it’s nothing Yuuji wants to hear. He’s not sure where that certainty comes from, but he knows it’s only matched by the certainty that he needs to hear it anyway. “What is it?” he whispers. Gojou’s eyes bore into him, their blue living and lashing. “Itadori Yuuji,” he asks, “do you want to save the world?” Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

There's a man with slicked back pink hair that could've passed off as an older Yuuji and with the Curse User's Technique, it could've been. But– "Kill them, Sukuna!" The man– the King of Curses, albeit from a different dimension, blinks out of his daze to glare, not at them, thank god, but at the idiot who was just now realizing his mistake. "Ha? How stupid are you to have the audacity in ordering me to kill my little brother and his brats?" His what now. OR: Canon JJK meets Big Bro SIkuna and has no idea how to deal with the face of an enemy being so nice.

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.

He just wanted to be home now. He hated these after-work gatherings, and hated that there was a social expectation set upon him to have them, even if he liked to drink. He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until a nudge from Takahashi startled him from his hardly-conscious trance. He blinked at his coworker, who waved at the waitress, who bowed apologetically and hastily explained that someone had offered to pay for his tab. Or, Gojo and Geto reach out to Nanami a few years after he retires from sorcery and decides to work as a salaryman. They have no ulterior expectations other than checking up on him, or so they claim.

His teammates duck and dive across the ice, but the captain’s eyes never leave Satoru’s. There’s an expression in them he can’t quite read, something like sizing him up, but Satoru doesn’t feel like prey. He feels like he’s standing on the starting line. ∼ Inspired by some truly beautiful fanart of Geto as a hockey player, featured and credited in the notes of the first chapter!

Iori utahime,a sensible and respected teacher at kyoto Tech. teaches literature and music to the junior high schoolers.She is equally loved by her students and honored by her colleagues. Keeping her darkest secrets within herself,she is trying to live happily with her four years old baby boy who has brought the light to her depressed life. The torments she has endured once gets concealed in her warm smile just like she hides the scars of her body beneath the layers of her traditional miko clothes. She thought she had succeeded to break free from the shackles of his obsession,his madness.But did she really? She doesn't even want to imagine the consequences even though a certain pairs of vibrant blue eyes has been always haunting her.The monster she was attempting to hide from was just trailing her behind and she knew if he captures her this time, she would've no ways to escape.

“Would you like anything else?” “Actually, yeah.” He flashes you a grin that only promises trouble, pushing his sunglasses down with a way too exaggerated flirty expression. “Can I get your number too?” “Haha, really funny Gojo. Now, I have more clients so...” But he's already getting his phone out, as if he hasn't listened to a single word you've said. “...Oh, you're for real.” ~ ~ ~ ~Reader owns a small cafe with their own baked goods. Gojo comes in one day, and absolutely falls in love with their pastries (and with them).

Being pregnant as young of an omega Yuuji is comes with its up and downs. Mainly downs though. Luckily Satoru loves him enough to make up for it, most of the time. (Reading the previous work is not necessary but highly recommended!)

Yuuji is finally back in Tokyo Jujutsu High, after living with Satoru-san for two months. It's harder to get used to it than he expected, especially since everyone except for him had enough time to get to know each other better. And he kinda misses his cozy life with the man. Yuuji tries to take advice from Panda-senpai on how to get closer to others and loses the bet. Now, as a punishment, he has to hug every person he sees in a day. Or: Yuuji's hugs are addictive, and all the victims would gladly take another dose.

Yuuji wakes up in a smaller body a day after a simple mission and Gojo helps him out.