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still intact

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based on this fic

#thank you op for just giving me the most heartbreaking fic i’ve read

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for anyone who still reads my blog i do have a babysitter!au fic with choso, academic rivals to lovers with geto and a childhood frenemies with gojo IN PROGRESS

#2 of them are like 70% done #i’ve just been too busy with revision atm

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YOU CAN BE SUPERBOOPED?

what is booping how does it work

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what is booping how does it work

#bambi.txt #WHAT DOES IT MEAN

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literally so disappointed with how jjk is ending. like it just sucks that such a good concept had to end so horribly all because the author has beef with their own characters 😭😭😭

#me rn #maybe if gege brought back a certain blue eyed king i’d forgive him #i just don’t feel that hope anymore #didn’t even remember leaks today

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i hope at the end of jjk, everyone is dead. and i mean everyone.

#why is this the best case scenario rn

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help my cat maybe!

okay I was told to just do this even though i hate it.

but as some of you know i lost my job a while back and it happened at the same time that my cat began semi-frequent vomitting like once every other week to multiple times a week. he appears fine otherwise but it has continued on for the last few months and at this point I don’t think i can continue pretending like he is alright.

the bill for a proper scan and diagnosis is around 780 total which is sadly not affordable.

If it is possible kofi donations would be greatly appreciated so I can bring him in for an ultrasound and blood tests 🙏 the lnk is in my pinned

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Thinking ab a flashback Exchange Event episode w/ Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara

#i have exams but i could also write another part of snapshot!!!!!!! #i’ve been inspired

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oh hi

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it’s not in zoro’s nature to be affectionate. at best, the swordsman is stiff and awkward and at worst, cold and unreceptive - still, there are always exceptions, namely you. 

because in the confines of the bathroom, where four walls shut the two of you off to the rest of the world and the lukewarm water of the bathtub laps at your bare skin, it’s his touch that consumes you whole. a steady warmth as you lean against the muscular chest settled behind you.

a warm kiss is pressed onto the back of your neck, followed by another on your shoulder, then another until it reaches the soft flesh between your ears and your jaw, goosebumps rising in its wake. 

zoro smoothes a hand over your prickly arms. “cold?” he murmurs, lips grazing past your ears. 

you shake your head, turning slightly to smile at him. “just tickles.” 

the swordsman grins back at you, leaning forward to peck the corner of your lips. “sorry.” he says, without sounding too sorry. 

chuckling, you return the chaste kiss but firm fingers grip under your jaw before you can fully turn away, pulling you back for another kiss. then another. then one more that lingers longer than the rest and has you melting in his hold. a small bubble of laughter escapes you when he finally deems it reasonable to release you. 

“what’s so funny?”

“nothing.” you giggle, twisting around fully so you can entwine your fingers behind his head. zoro raises an eyebrow asking you to elaborate. “you’re so needy when it’s just the two of us. it’s cute.”

the tips of his ears turn pink, his cheeks shortly following suit. “am not.” he gruffs, jostling you around in the water with ease as he makes room to stretch out his legs. 

thinking he’s readying to leave after your teasing, you plant a hand on his chest. “where are you going?” 

zoro smirks because who’s the needy one now? “nowhere, just cramping up.” he placates, drawing you closer once he’s comfortable again.

your fingers have turned wrinkly, imitating the prunes you detest so much. still you ask, “stay with me a little longer?”

zoro’s lips find yours again. 

“always.”

#not jjk related #but omg i live for this trope

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Gojo: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Geto: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Gojo: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

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𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 — gojo satoru, geto suguru

synopsis. what better way to spend a hot summer's day than in your best friend's basement smoking?

wc. 1.5k

tags. mdni nsfw themes, suggestive, gojo x yn x geto, also implied x shoko, no real established relationships apart from shoko x utahime everyone just likes to mess around, smoking, implied sub!gojo

a/n. happy early valentines!! Gojo's coming back tomorrow I feel it

the basement was foggy and hot, a distinct smell in the air as you, geto and gojo passed a blunt between the three of you. you’d hidden in the dimly lit basement to escape the heatwave outside, cold towels discarded on the centre table once they’d reached room temperature.

geto sat with his legs spread, blunt between his lips as he tilted his head back and took a hit. the veins on his outstretched arm became more prominent as he lightly gripped the back of the sofa right by your head.

you swallowed thickly at the sight of the small beads of sweat that dripped down the side of his neck. he had tied his hair up to stop it from sticking to his skin but that had only made him look more attractive. your thighs subconsciously squeezed together at the thought of him between your legs, fingers entangled in his bun pushing him closer and–

“give me some.” his words were demanding, yet gojo looked anything but – peering up at geto through half-lidded eyes. 

you sat on the other half of the sofa with geto, legs across his, relegating gojo to sit by himself on the floor. initially he’d been sat by the table, though with each hit and pass of the blunt he’d inched forward till now when he was between geto’s spread legs, hands loosely wrapped around your calves as he balanced himself. 

geto seemed to consider his words for a moment, his lips pulling up into a smirk at the sight of gojo already. he’d always been the lightweight of the three of you, eyes bloodshot and words slurring after only a few tokes. the lack of air conditioning in geto’s basement only added to his dishevelled look – his glasses were long forgotten somewhere and his hair was clinging to his forehead.

“no,” the younger male shook his head, earning a whine from gojo, “you’ve had enough.” 

with a light chuckle, geto held out the blunt in your direction instead. you gladly accepted, leaning forward to take it from between his fingertips, the brush of your skin against his sending a rush of warmth through your body. 

geto’s arm that had been on the back of the sofa moved forward so that he could push your damp hair back from your face. his touch was barely felt and yet you still found yourself trying to lean in for more.

“please,” gojo’s cerulean eyes were focused on you now, darting between your lips as you blew out a cloud of smoke, and then the low cut neck of your top. he was on the verge of begging and he wasn’t sure what for anymore.

he was also always the first of you to crack, turning an innocent smoking session into a hot mess of intertwined limbs and breathless moans. he would blush about it later on, when geto would tease him for not being able to keep it in his pants for more than five minutes (like he hadn’t been counting the minutes until gojo broke so he could have his way with him).

you, unlike geto, submitted to gojo’s demands far too quickly nearly every single time. he was so pretty looking up at you, fingers drawing circles along your skin as they inched further up and along your thighs in an effort to distract himself from the tightening in his pants. if he was sober, he’d realise that the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers was only igniting the spark further. especially given the fact he’d barely been able to look away from you when you’d first come down into the basement with geto’s top on and skimpy shorts. 

but he wasn’t sober and being this close to you just felt so good.

“come here,” you curled your index finger towards yourself in a ‘come hither’ motion and gojo obediently shuffled forward. instead of settled back onto his heels as he had been before geto, he rested his weight on his knees making himself several inches taller than you – even being sat up.

you took another hit from the blunt, passing it back to geto who’s hands had replaced gojo’s on your thighs. brushing your fingers through gojo’s overgrown undercut, you gently tugged him down and his lips parted without command. he knew what you were going to do. your eyes never left his as you blew the smoke from your mouth into his and he swore if he didn’t close them soon he’d come untouched.

closing the gap between the two of you, you let out a pleased hum as gojo kissed you back, tongue almost instantly coming out to swipe against your lower lip. everything was always fast paced with him and he didn’t deviate from his usual behaviour as his nimble fingers tried to ease themself beneath your top.

“shoko’s going to be pissed we’re doing this without her.” geto’s voice was so casual, like he wasn’t aching just as much as gojo at the sight of the two of you shamelessly making out in front of him. his hand squeezed around your thigh once when you didn’t respond, too enraptured in gojo’s touch.

“not our fault she’s running late,” you countered, pulling back from gojo to take in a much needed breath. geto’s dropped the blunt by now, and he took the chance to pull you from gojo and onto his lap properly. your knees settled either side of him and he lifted his hip to meet yours, a gasp leaving your mouth at the rough contact.

if the room wasn’t already sweltering beforehand, it definitely was now and the thin layers of clothes between the three of you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. 

“she’s missing out,” geto ducked his head down to yours. he was more methodical in his kisses, always leaving you wanting more and god did you want more. you could feel him beneath you and, though he appeared calm and collected, the iron grip on your hips was testament to his deteriorating self control.

the sofa dipped as gojo took his place next to geto, the older male desperate for attention as he pressed sloppy kisses to the side of geto’s neck. geto smiled against your lips, one of his hands leaving your body to press gojo closer by his lower back. the response was automatic, a pleased sigh from gojo as he left purple bruises along geto’s tanned skin.

“you’re so pathetic,” geto murmured to gojo.

you ran your finger across geto’s bottom lip, “stop, you know he loves that.” 

“you don’t say,” geto cocked a brow, tongue poking out to lick the tip of your finger. gojo pulled back from him, lips swollen despite having spent more time kissing geto’s neck than he had been you. he was grinning, a tent in his sweats clear, loving the way you two spoke about him. 

“jesus christ.” 

light flooded the room as the door to the basement opened and shoko appeared at the top. in her hand was a bag of cold drinks from the corner shop between her’s and geto’s houses and behind her was her girlfriend, utahime. “can you guys not go one day without fucking around with each other?”

you laughed at shoko’s complaining, as if she wasn’t usually the one on her knees. sliding off of geto’s lap, eyes darting down to his visible arousal, you stood up stretching your arms above your head. 

“you’re just mad we didn’t wait.” you blew her a kiss, stealing the bag once she made it to the bottom of the stairs. shoko grumbled but didn’t deny it, grabbing one the blunts off of the table that geto had rolled when you’d first come downstairs. taking out two pepsi cans for yourself and gojo, you dropped the plastic bag onto the table.

shoko took a seat on the adjacent sofa, pulling utahime down onto her lap. “give me that,” she held out her hand for the yellow lighter she knew geto had in his pocket so she could light the blunt in her hand. she took a few hits before passing the lighter and blunt back to geto.

“look, i’m always down for two more to join,” gojo shrugged as you took a seat next to him, curling your legs beneath yourself and tucking into his side. his arm slipped round your shoulder, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“whore,” geto elbowed his side. utahime was still relatively new to your little group… she wasn’t yet to be an active member of all the extra activities you liked to partake in.

“look at yourself,” the white haired male’s hand slid across geto’s thighs to where he was so obviously still desperate to be touched. geto let out a small grunt, narrowing his eyes at gojo’s teasing.

“ieiri, i’d be careful,” you nodded your head towards the blue haired on shoko’s laps, cheeks flushed a deep red, “your girlfriend seemed to like the idea of that.”

#icymi <3 #i need to write more of these two together

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synopsis. you hate gojo and he loves you.

tags. mildly nsfw, mentions of sex, fwbs (except they're not friends), angst, yn went to school w gojo, implied to be close w haibara and geto, blames gojo for their deaths

“looking for something?” 

gojo’s lips were tilted up into a smirk as he dangled your dark panties above your head. his blindfold was gone and his tantalising blue eyes stared down at you, taunting you from above.  

you quickly snatched them from him, putting on the final garment that the sorcerer beside you had removed less than fifteen minutes prior. your body was still buzzing but the post-sex haze was settling and you were once again reminded that it was gojo satoru that you were going to to satisfy your needs.

that was what this was for, you reminded yourself, it didn’t change the fact you hated the overzealous and reckless man. if anything, this only affirmed the aforementioned recklessness because who risks a quickie in their place of work during school hours? only an idiot (excluding yourself, of course, you were not to blame for gojo’s charm).

“not even a thank you?” he pouted as he leant back on his desk, reaching for the blindfold that had just been tightly binding your wrists together. you were grateful for the long sleeves that covered the red marks on your wrists because you didn’t really want to be having to waste your energy on your reversed curse technique to heal them.

“for what?” you asked back dismissively, quickly trying to button up each of your shirt buttons with only a little success as your fingers stumbled over each. the clock in his office said that the two of you only had five minutes till class started and that meant you had less than that to make yourself look presentable and not like you’d just done what you had. the first and second years were already suspicious enough of the two of you, you didn’t need to give them any fuel 

“for the mindblowing se–”

you clasped a hand over his mouth (something he allowed, he hadn’t had his technique activated since you’d locked the door to his office), “someone could hear you.”

“like they wouldn’t have heard you,” gojo grinned once you dropped your hand. pushing your fumbling hands aside, he helped you fix your clothes. he was slower than necessary, enjoying the final moments of your time together.

“i need to go teach my class,” you said back firmly, avoiding him by focusing on the ceiling above as he steadily buttoned up the last few buttons on your shirt. he was so calm, not a care in the the world about consequences, and you hated it. hated him.

“they can wait a few more minutes,” gojo murmured, finger slipping under your chin to turn you back to him. you couldn’t see his eyes anymore, hidden by the black cloth of his blindfold, but you knew he was looking directly at you. if you were anyone else, maybe you’d give in to him, you’d go up onto your tiptoes and kiss him, fingers pulling at his hair just how he liked.

but you’re you and he’s him.

gojo gritted his teeth, swiping the paperwork and pens off his desk once you’d left and closed his door without another word. any pent up frustration he may have just released seeping deep back into his body as he felt your cursed energy get further and further away.

it was physically painful to be so in love with someone who, at their very core, blamed his existence for the demise of the people you loved.

#icymi <3

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — drabbles

all drabbles associated with gojo / all works < 1k words basic tags : nsfw ✮ fluff 🕊 angst ❆

post-kfc : satoru returns from his final meeting with geto before he defects [❆] post-shibuya : you can't accept satoru's sealed away. continuation. [❆] migraines : satoru + migraines hc. continuation. [🕊] blindfold : there's just something about watching gojo put that blindfold on. [🕊] distraction : gojo doesn't appreciate that one of you cares about your education. [🕊] sleeping in : gojo is a very light sleeper. [🕊] losing you before imprisonment : gojo never did get the chance to put a ring on your finger. [❆] i’ll see you again : you’d always wait for satoru. [❆🕊] daddy’s home : after nineteen days of being stuck in the dark, gojo comes home. (dad!gojo) [🕊] regret : in which gojo wasn’t the one who was sliced and diced. [❆] i’d win : gojo satoru always wins. [🕊] enemies with benefits : you hate gojo and he loves you. [❆✮]

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pretty not so secret dating

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he’s like if a girl and a girl had a baby

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synopsis. you hate gojo and he loves you.

tags. mildly nsfw, mentions of sex, fwbs (except they're not friends), angst, yn went to school w gojo, implied to be close w haibara and geto, blames gojo for their deaths

“looking for something?” 

gojo’s lips were tilted up into a smirk as he dangled your dark panties above your head. his blindfold was gone and his tantalising blue eyes stared down at you, taunting you from above.  

you quickly snatched them from him, putting on the final garment that the sorcerer beside you had removed less than fifteen minutes prior. your body was still buzzing but the post-sex haze was settling and you were once again reminded that it was gojo satoru that you were going to to satisfy your needs.

that was what this was for, you reminded yourself, it didn’t change the fact you hated the overzealous and reckless man. if anything, this only affirmed the aforementioned recklessness because who risks a quickie in their place of work during school hours? only an idiot (excluding yourself, of course, you were not to blame for gojo’s charm).

“not even a thank you?” he pouted as he leant back on his desk, reaching for the blindfold that had just been tightly binding your wrists together. you were grateful for the long sleeves that covered the red marks on your wrists because you didn’t really want to be having to waste your energy on your reversed curse technique to heal them.

“for what?” you asked back dismissively, quickly trying to button up each of your shirt buttons with only a little success as your fingers stumbled over each. the clock in his office said that the two of you only had five minutes till class started and that meant you had less than that to make yourself look presentable and not like you’d just done what you had. the first and second years were already suspicious enough of the two of you, you didn’t need to give them any fuel 

“for the mindblowing se–”

you clasped a hand over his mouth (something he allowed, he hadn’t had his technique activated since you’d locked the door to his office), “someone could hear you.”

“like they wouldn’t have heard you,” gojo grinned once you dropped your hand. pushing your fumbling hands aside, he helped you fix your clothes. he was slower than necessary, enjoying the final moments of your time together.

“i need to go teach my class,” you said back firmly, avoiding him by focusing on the ceiling above as he steadily buttoned up the last few buttons on your shirt. he was so calm, not a care in the the world about consequences, and you hated it. hated him.

“they can wait a few more minutes,” gojo murmured, finger slipping under your chin to turn you back to him. you couldn’t see his eyes anymore, hidden by the black cloth of his blindfold, but you knew he was looking directly at you. if you were anyone else, maybe you’d give in to him, you’d go up onto your tiptoes and kiss him, fingers pulling at his hair just how he liked.

but you’re you and he’s him.

gojo gritted his teeth, swiping the paperwork and pens off his desk once you’d left and closed his door without another word. any pent up frustration he may have just released seeping deep back into his body as he felt your cursed energy get further and further away.

it was physically painful to be so in love with someone who, at their very core, blamed his existence for the demise of the people you loved.

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