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katsukiflr · 2 years

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nice tits, tough guy.

⤷ pairing: satoru gojo + fem!reader

warnings: praise, established relationship, brief allusions to face sitting, mutual tit sucking, fairly vanilla, tw: happy couple that’s super in love,

genre: smut, porn with minimal plot, lots of fluff

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you and satoru are on your bed and before you know it your tits are in each other’s mouths.

a/n: i’ve been working on this for over 5 months, enjoy :)

the two of you sat on your shared bed; a soft woven blanket draped over your lower halves, satoru’s head nestled in your lap, his face turned to the side, and gaze focused on the movie playing in front of you.

your fingers were mindlessly running running through satoru’s soft, snow white locks as he purred in blissful gratitude. if you ever paused your movements, satoru would whine until you pet his head again.

it was truly endearing— how your six foot four boyfriend made himself so small, curled up on your lap, and whining like a kitten when your attention focused on anything other than him.

satoru didn’t think heaven was attainable—it was just another unreachable place stuck between the borders of infinity. but, lying here with you as you scratched his scalp and met his gaze every so often with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he thinks he’s reached heaven.

satoru turns around, away from the movie playing in front of you, and repositions himself on your lap so that his face is in front of your torso. he nuzzles his face into your clothed stomach while humming in contentment. then, satoru’s hand reaches up to cup at your breast through your shirt in a oddly casual, domestic way.

your attention focuses away from the movie and instead on your boyfriend’s sudden, arbitrary actions. your brows furrow in confusion; what is he doing? your thoughts are abruptly cut short when satoru thumbs softly at your nipples through your shirt. a pleased, breathy laugh escapes his lips after he finds that you have forgone wearing a bra.

he circles and gently pulls at your clothed nipples until they’re sensitive and your eyes are fluttering shut as you sit above him. your brows are pinched ever so slightly and satoru’s chest swells when he looks at you, smiling at how cute you look. “satoru?”, you question. you’re surprised by the slight breathlessness in your voice already, but that was just the effect that gojo satoru had on you.

he ignores you, bunching up the cotton material of your shirt just enough to reveal your bare stomach. you inhale sharply when the cool air hits your skin.

your boyfriend takes several moments to admire the expanse of your skin, the curve of your hips, the freckles he’s mapped like constellations countless times, and the soft pudge of your tummy. satoru then presses a feather light kiss to your stomach and in response your insides flutter. he pulls away and looks up at you through long, white lashes. he smiles softly, the sapphire irises of his eyes containing a thousand words that are needless to say out loud.

he presses another kiss. then another. then another. then he bites; he bites the skin of your stomach like you were just another sweet treat he was ready to devour. little did you know you were. you wince above him at the sharpness of his canines digging into the sensitive parts of you.

“lift up your shirt.” satoru deadpans.

you comply instantly, pushing your shirt up to sit just below your collarbones and allowing your breasts to spill out. your cheeks flush with tremendous warmth at your sudden exposure compared to satoru’s lack of it.

your boyfriend briefly admires your breasts with wide eyes and a loving smile until indisputable, carnal desire consumes his senses. satoru’s eager hands come up to cup at your tits and knead the soft skin. he hums at the way that the flesh spills into his hands, a feeling he’s grown accustomed to but will never become tired of. you flinch under his grasp, whining at the feeling of his big hands pawing at you. you found that everywhere that his hands touched left your skin scalding.

“pretty,” he mutters. satoru leans up, his body still draped over your lap, and presses a quick kiss between your breasts before latching his mouth onto your nipple. his eyes flutter shut and tranquillity settles over his features, humming at the taste of you on his tongue and the farmiliar feeling of your tits in his mouth. he languidly swirls his tongue around it, gently licking and suckling until you’re spit slicked, sensitive, and squirming above him.

satoru coaxes you into a state of delirium in which you’re left helpless: heaving and whining as goosebumps prickle your skin, your nipples become sensitive, and shocks of heat surge through you and make home in between your legs.

“o-oh fuck”, you mewl, stomach churning thick like honey and cunt growing damp. tremors run through your body as you begin to curl in on yourself in ecstasy.

his lips are soft, plump, and decorated with a sheen of strawberry chapstick; whenever he wraps them around you, you can’t help but whine at the way they cushion against you.

“satoru,” you keen, body trembling at the fleeting touches, versant hands, and the way satoru’s lips feel soft like an angels cheek. your eyes flicker over him and in a stroke of serendipity notice the tightness of his white shirt and the way his nipples pebble and poke through the cotton. suddenly, you feel hot all over at the thought of satoru’s tits. lust consumes you like a flood comsumes the the streets of earth at the thought of his pressing kisses and sucking bruises into his flushed chest.

“can i uh- lift up your shirt?” you whisper shyly.

satoru hums, pulling away from your tits— a string of saliva connecting them to his mouth. he nods, ears twinged pink as the corner of his lips upturn.

you scrunch up his shirt so it sits on his collarbone. your body feels all too warm now that the delicate, unmarked canvas of his skin is exposed. you sigh as you admire the hard muscle of his stomach, the ridges of his abs, the softness of his skin, and the bulk of his chest. you’ve seen his tits all too many times before but never really studied them until now. they’re so pretty. you think.

his nipples are a soft shade of pink, puffy from his arousal. they’re a beautiful contrast to his milky skin. your hands move to tentatively rest on the curve of his back, urging him forward so that you’re eye level with his tits.

embarrassment settles in and takes form in your warm cheeks and shaky hands. this is embarrassing; you’ve never asked him for something like this. you’ve never done this.

your eyes flicker to satoru’s and you find yourself lost in turquoise pools of andromeda. all coherent thoughts and anxieties melt away at the loving way he looks at you, eager eyes full of adoration.

“you’re so pretty ‘toru.” you sigh, leaning forward to kiss his sternum. your lips graze the very bottom of his chest, teeth scraping over the skin as satoru gasps above you. you plant kiss after kiss over the expanse of his chest before making your way over to his tits.

you part your lips, tongue peeking out to timidly lick at one of satoru’s nipples before sucking it softly into your mouth. “o-oh,” satoru stutters. you repeat the action: gently swirling your tongue around the soft, pink bud before encasing the plush of your lips around it. your other hand comes to softly scratch your nails up and down his abdomen, tracing the hard dips of muscle as you continue to suckle on his chest.

satoru has always been sensitive: his neck, his chest, to the dip of his spine, his cock, his thighs, just below his ears, and presumably in any other places you have yet to discover. the thought of seeing if he can cum just from having his tits sucked briefly crosses your mind; that’s something for another time.

you trail your unoccupied hand up hand to grope at his chest, kneading the silky flesh, and satoru makes the prettiest sound above you. “you’re so sensitive,” you giggle. you gently take his other nipple in between your fingers and pinch and pull at it until he’s is whining above you.

“f-fuck, oh fuck,” satoru moans. you peer at him through your lashes, feeling something swirl in the very bottom of your stomach as your cunt grows sticky. you drink in the rosy flush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears, the soft slant of his nose, the welcoming curve of his lips, the aquamarine crystals of his eyes as they roll back, the fluttering of his lashes, the soft tufts of his hair, and his parted lips as the gasp and tremble.

a soft whine escapes your lips at the sight of your boyfriend quivering above you; the subtle vibrations against satoru’s skin making his hips buck carelessly, his cock weeping in the unforgiving confinement of his shorts. he’s so hard.

there is a gluttonous ache inside of him churning slowly in the pit of his stomach. perhaps it’s the way your breasts press together—soft and supple—as you lean over him. perhaps it’s knowing the sounds he could pull from you if his mouth was on your chest right now.

“fuck, please”

he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, he doesn’t even recognize the desperation in his voice. his skin feels too hot. you’re making him feel so good; mindless whines are tumbling out of his mouth without being of his own accord as you kiss at his nipples and he gets lost in his own thoughts. his mouth, desperate and greedy, longs to feel your skin, to retrace the lines he knows so well, and to make you feel good.

“sweetheart,“ he whines, “gotta make you feel good too.” your chest flutters with warmth and you feel yourself whimper against his skin. “c’mere,” he places his hands on the dips of your hips, urging you forward just a bit more so that your breasts spill directly in front of his face. “there she is.” he sighs, wrapping his lips around the soft bud of your nipple.

satoru kisses and sucks on your breasts as you continue to do the same to his, the both of you exchanging a chorus of hushed whimpers, noises reserved solely for the two of you.

“satoru, it’s ‘s good.”

“i know baby, i know.” he whispers.

you sit like that for a while, mouths occupied, nipples tender and swollen, whining, skin flushed, the air thick and heavy, and hands progressively growing greedier. your hand was stroking satoru’s cock through his sweats as he mindlessly bucked into your hand. his hand was cupping your cunt through your shorts, petting at the warmth as you pressed yourself into him.

satoru is the first to pull away, panting from his uninterrupted assault on your breasts. “okay sit on my face right now before i die,”

you flush, “okay.”

he leans up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “then i’m fucking you stupid.”

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starrierknight · 6 months

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gojo satoru lifts up his blindfold just so he can roll his eyes at you

#he's so pedantic i love him #꒰ ♥︎ ꒱ — satoree #[ ❀ ] — reece's rambling #[ ★ ] — dearest satoru #1k

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omint · 8 months

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Son

#thanks to my friend for choosing digimon ♥ (bc I don't remember anything about them except the fact that I watched them as a child)#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #my art

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satorusdiary · 1 year

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jujutsu kaisen master list

likes & reblogs r appreciated :)

✰ = smut | <33 = my personal favs

—Toji Fushiguro

toji breeding you ✰

tojis secretary ✰ <33

Dilf! Toji Fushiguro ✰

Older bf dilf! Toji Fushiguro ✰ <33

Toji drabble

Always mine. ✰

ex bf toji <33

dilf toji getting at megumi’s babysitter ✰

pretty face, community dick.

back in love ! <33

toji jerking off to you (drabble) recent!! <33

— Satoru Gojo

sleepy

kikufuku <33

eyes on me ✰

— Ryomen Sukuna

True form! Sukuna and his wife <33

True form! Sukuna + his wife riding his face ✰ <33

Ryomen Sukuna who doesn’t like the idea of love <33

#satorus diary #for pinned ♥︎ !!

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silvertsundere · 20 days

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みてみてー🐾✨ | ton ※Permission to upload was granted by the artist. Make sure to like/bookmark the original work!

#precure #wonderful precure #healin good precure #inukai komugi #inukai iroha #toyama satoru #nekoyashiki mayu #hiramitsu hinata #ton #プリキュア #わんだふるぷりきゅあ #ヒーリングっど♥プリキュア #犬飼こむぎ #犬飼いろは #兎山悟 #猫屋敷まゆ #平光ひなた

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blog-de-segunda · 7 months

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December 7th, 1989 Gojo Satoru was born

#jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #jjk #gojo satoru #anime #my edit #my gif #fyanimegifs #anisource #kilruas #anime edit #anime gif #fyeahanimegifs #dailyanime #fyanimanga #dailyanimanga #dailyanimatedgifs #animedaily #thank you for teaching me rina ♥

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misakarose · 2 years

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"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one." ↳ Gojo Satoru ✧ dedicated to Kay~ (@kyaa-a)

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nakachuchu · 1 year

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A Warm Feeling | Gojo Satoru

SYNOPSIS: On one of his rare days off, you enjoy a nice day together in your household.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1.2k

WRITTEN: 01/25/2023

NOTE: This is for @sunaslay 's Heart at Home collab! I personally love this piece and how it turned out. It took me a while to write, but I think it was worth it.

Gojo Satoru didn't get many days off — on record, at least. There were definitely days when he simply left his students to go shopping around Japan.

But being the most powerful man in the world had its downsides. He was constantly watched and scrutinized. Because of his abilities, no one could touch him but he still had to be careful for you.

You didn't have his abilities and people knew about you. You were his lover, after all. You were his one weakness.

But he was confident he could protect you. No one would be stupid enough to mess with you because that would mean messing with him, and no one wanted to mess with him.

Because he was always protecting you, you did your best to do the same. You weren't as powerful as him, but as his significant other, you could make him feel safe in other ways.

The first step was to let him sleep in. The two of you weren't early risers at all, but Satoru could easily out-sleep you.

It was a bit difficult to get out of bed without completely waking him up. He did stir out of sleep and ask where you were going, and when you responded with "I need to pee," he went back to sleep.

You did pee, but then you also brushed your teeth and washed your face before quietly tip-toeing out of the bedroom to go to the kitchen.

You decided to make soufflé pancakes for Satoru to wake up to, but you had to be quiet since you didn't want to ruin the surprise.

You made the soufflé pancakes as quietly as you could, but there would be an occasional banging of pans or clattering of wooden spoons as you attempted to mix everything before putting it on low heat on a pan.

You had never made them before, but you didn't realize how much work truly went into them. If Satoru didn't say thank you for these, you were going to kick his ass.

Once both sides of the soufflé pancakes were finished cooking on the pan, you placed them on a plate and topped it off with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.

Satisfied with your work, you placed the plates on the dining table and put the dirty dishes in the sink. You poured two glasses of milk and placed them on the dining table, then washed and dried your hands before walking back into the bedroom where Satoru was still sleeping.

You leaned over and gently shook him, even though you knew that wouldn't wake him up. Even if it did, he liked to fake it so that he could sleep more.

"Wake up and come get breakfast, 'toru," you gently said. "I made pancakes."

He slowly opened his eyes and blinked away whatever drowsiness he had earlier, then grabbed your hand and placed it on his cheek. You smiled as he rubbed into your hand like a cat.

"Pancakes?" he questioned.

"Mhm. Soufflé pancakes."

"Really?"

"Yep. I made them myself," you said.

"I'll be right there," he said eagerly as he let go of your hand and sat up in bed to stretch before walking to the bathroom to get ready.

You smiled before walking to the dining room and taking a seat. You waited patiently for Satoru, but it didn't take long before he skipped into the dining room.

He must have brushed his teeth at an unholy speed just so he could eat your pancakes sooner. He sat down across from you and his eyes practically sparkled at the sight of soufflé pancakes in the morning.

"They look like they're straight out of a bakery," he complimented.

"Thank you, 'toru. I made them for you," you said as you grabbed a fork and knife.

You cut a small piece and held it out to him. He looked at you with a smile before greedily eating from the fork.

You laughed. "It's not going anywhere, 'toru."

"Ah."

He opened his mouth and waited patiently for another bite. You rolled his eyes, knowing just how childlike he could truly be.

You continued to cut pieces for him, but eventually, he began to do the same for you. The two of you went around in circles, feeding each other until it was all gone.

"Ah, that was so good," he said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said as you leaned forward to swipe a crumb off from the corner of his lip.

His infinity turned off to allow you to do so, but as soon as you left his space, it was turned back on unconsciously.

You licked the crumb off your finger and stood up to clear the plates. Satoru immediately stood up and snatched the plates from you.

"I'll do the dishes since you cooked for me," he said.

"Hmm, the Gojo Satoru doing dishes?"

"Hey, I do dishes," he retorted.

You laughed as you followed him into the kitchen. While he stood in front of the sink to wash the dishes, you hugged him from behind.

His infinity stopped you from fully touching him, but as soon as he felt you against it, he turned it off without a second thought. You fell against his body, smothering your cheek against his back.

"I'm glad you're home," you said quietly.

His white eyelashes fluttered down, closing his eyes. He repeated the motion of scrubbing the plate in his hands while enjoying the feeling of your body against him.

"Me too," he said softly.

It scared him to say things like that — statements so pure and raw that he feared they would come crashing down with the power of a million Curses.

He didn't want to talk about things that made him happy in fear of the universe deciding he wasn't worthy of such happiness. A man of his power — of such destruction — shouldn't have been allowed to feel safe and happy.

But here he was, feeling so thankful that you were in his life. If he had to become the villain against humanity to save you, he would. But he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

"Oh! Let me go get my phone to play some music," you said, unwrapping your arms from his torso to scurry off into the bedroom.

He immediately felt cold, and he knew he would be in trouble when he had to go to work tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.

It was so easy to get addicted to your touch, body, warmth — everything and anything about you. To him, you were addicting.

"I'm back," you said as you shuffled around the corner in your fuzzy socks, sliding against the floors.

"Be careful," he warned quietly, absentmindedly scrubbing the mug in his hands as his eyes were glued onto your body.

"I know, I know," you reassured.

But did you truly know? Satoru always thought he was going to have a heart attack at his young age because of how much he worried about you.

You walked over to him, eyes glued to the screen of your phone as you swiped to find a suitable song for the domestic moment. Once you found it, you hit 'play' and placed your phone on the counter, then hugged Satoru from behind again.

His body relaxed against you. This is what it felt like to have a home. He would do whatever it took to protect you because you protected him in your own way.

#♥︎ heart at home ♥︎ collab #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sfw #jujutsu kaisen #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gojo satoru x reader #Satoru gojo x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo satoru

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isz3ro · 7 months

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Suggestions for new satosugu art ?? Or to make a 31 day satosugu art ??

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #satosugu #i want some responses♥

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yu-uji · 2 years

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fushiglow · 4 months

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i saw this fa and immediately thought of over the threshold!! tsumiki would totally be so loved by the audience on produce ahahah (and ofc by her family ❤️) if tsumiki was in this story, what would that look like? :D

i also wanted to ask about the audience’s reaction to satoru dedicating a song to suguru at his concert!!! as someone who is in kpop fandoms (which is also why this fic is so dear to me, the parallels with the challenges and pressures they face;;) i can just imagine all the takes fans would immediately have about the whole thing AHAHA also makes me go aww that suguru couldn’t fully enjoy the performance but sksjddj i loved the angst sm

i also have sm questions about satoru’s past but that’s spoilers LOL and i love learning alongside suguru about the layers satoru has… there’s so much to unpack i’m so excited to see how both stsg’s pasts unfold…!! including megumi and gojo’s past AAAAA their bond in every universe is really everything to meeeee and gojo being a support for the next generation criiiies *plays snooze by agust d* AND CHOSO AND GETO? what went onnnnnnnnn i also did not get the sugar-ooh until geto did and it was such a fun revelation my jaw literally DROPPED LOOOOL

i find the way you write stsg so so fascinating too how they bring out different sides to each other like when satoru speaks quieter and sincerely and suguru (and us readers) is hit with realizing again and again that there’s so much he doesn’t know and hasn’t figured out yet about satoru which makes this even more compelling [big heart] ah i love this fic so much and i’m so happy to have found your writing (i will never ever ever ever get over rivers crossed mountains scaled omg) and am veryyyyy much looking forward to what comes next for them!!!

also so sorry this was long and a mix of questions and comments skdkdk for future reference do u prefer these via tumblr or ao3?

OHHHH I love you so much for dropping this in my inbox 😭

So, Tsumiki is definitely present in the Threshold universe! Gojo didn't mention her by name when he was telling Megumi's story, but when he said Megumi didn't want the Zen'in fortune because he's "stubborn as hell", he was talking about Tsumiki.

It's a parallel to canon basically. The Zen'in — obsessed with bloodlines as they are — seriously underestimated the strength of the Fushiguro siblings' bond when they refused to factor Tsumiki into their discussions with Megumi. Hence, he followed Gojo into music rather than rely on their dirty money. That's why the Zen'in blame Gojo, even though it's really just because Megumi's a spiteful little so-and-so! 😏

Because of the parallels with canon, Megumi would try to keep Tsumiki away from the toxicity of the music industry as much as possible — hence why she wasn't at the album launch. However, I like to think that her career is adjacent to Megumi's in some capacity! As much as I love writing about the Fushiguro siblings' relationship with Gojo, the inclusion of that story served more to give Suguru a look into the real Gojo Satoru, so she's unlikely to feature in this fic. I think continuing their story would require a sequel — which I'm not even gonna think about until Threshold is finished... I'm not, I'm not thinking about it!

As for Gojo's dedication at the concert, he spoke in Japanese so Suguru would understand him, so most of the audience wouldn't have known what he was saying immediately. However, I'm sure the online reactions once the videos were translated and passed around were very interesting! Having said that, it's hard to communicate the nuances of the Japanese language in an English language fic. To most English speakers, "this was the first song I played for them" seems like a deliberate omission of gender, but that's not the case in Japanese. So, I imagined Gojo using his native tongue very responsibly in that moment, sticking to language that sounds purely professional — but that wouldn't stop fans from speculating 👀

I'm not planning to explore Gojo's past in *too* much detail because it's mostly his present and his future that are relevant to the story. Meanwhile, it's Suguru with the big fat question mark over his past... 🫠 So, if you want to ask questions, go ahead and I will simply avoid sharing spoilers! As for where to ask questions, Tumblr lends itself to longer answers so if you enjoyed this response, probably best to ask here! However, AO3 comments feed my body and soul so feel free to leave those too... It's whatever you prefer really 🥰

Megumi and Gojo's relationship is everything to me tooooo, no one can stop me from shoehorning it into every damn fic I write! So happy you're enjoying SatoSugu's dynamic in this story — and that you enjoyed Rivers Crossed so much! Thank you so so much for all your kind words, and your interest in the fic! I loved answering this soooo much ♥

#♥#threshold fic #miidnightzone #ask fushiglow #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu

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cursedxwt · 1 year

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"Ghost Broccoli"

#old drawing ♥#death mark #spirit hunter: death mark #yashiki kazuo #satoru mashita #cursed draws

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brazenlystrong · 5 months

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #for some reason it didn't sit right with me to mesh jjk with ygo (idk just my thoughts) since that blog is just for ygo art #so imma jusT keep it to myself here ♥#besides it is just an artwork of Gojo in Tig's Seto's shirt lol #i'll see what i'll do about my art overall in the future #( my art. )

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panna-acida · 1 month

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Everyone needs a Gojo suction cup on their dash, so I'm here to deliver.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk edit #jjk spoiler #my edit #spoiler #also i fuckin finally knows where all this damn meme come from #this idiot #i love him #♥

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saiakv · 2 months

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Cont. from x ft. @chaoslulled ♥

From disembarking the train to Tokyo with a sightseeing guide tucked under his arm to scrunching his nose over the city stench at some penthouse in Roppongi, it felt like several lifetimes had passed. Suguru had grown so used to the quietude of reclusion, that the constant buzz embracing their duality was overstimulating. In search of solace, his mind would naturally gravitate towards the faint white noise of Limitless running beside him.

They stand side by side against the railing and his own aura ebbs and flows between them; taking a chance, withdrawing back into his mind. He's long stopped noticing the way cold has seeped in through his socks, snuggling into his haori — even with the ceremonial kasaya exchanged for a humble hakama, he still looked whimsically out of place in the urban scenery. The traffic ambience is dulled under the clarity of his own thoughts and the aftertaste of smoke at the roof of his mouth. His fingers twitch towards the pale hand coming to pry at the Mevius Light, handing it over and receiving it back with intimate synchronization.

The second time they had met in secret, he had found a head of white dusted with maple leaves at that clearance he introduced Satoru to — his heart had clenched with the realization that it was so pointless to find him slumped there and not be his pillow and the mattress all at once. A familiar saying about sorcerers and regret had been swimming around his mind, when Satoru had casually let it slip that he would be leaving overseas in the coming weeks. After that, his friend's voice had melted into word-soup whilst Suguru sat there frigid, as if struck by lightning. If he never came back again, how could he blame him? Selfishly, he had bit down on his pout. You want any souvenirs?

I want you to stay.

He hadn't mulled it over or memorized some elaborate speech; gone were the days when he played by the rules, anyway. And if nothing good came out of this, well — there was not much left to lose when they were already just another ghost in each other's past, was there? At most, Satoru would stop dropping by. Suguru's life return to what it was before this wary reunion; he would go back to caring for his family and tolerating cult hearings; accumulate curses until he could become one himself. Then Satoru might come back to stop him from realizing that vision; or might not; when at open war, it would cease to matter.

Though, these self-affirmations would sound so ridiculous if he could see his own expression in that moment. Eyes gleaming like amethysts reflect the pallid glow of a bashful moon as he holds that smile — the one laden with his bittersweet revelation.

The same smile that would once bloom when he caught his sunglasses just as they slipped off an angelic expression, Satoru dozing off against his shoulder on the car ride home. The same smile that lingered in the aftermath of roaring laughter when Satoru got furikake stuck up his nostril like a stupid idiot.

The same one that meets his six eyes now; and contorts upon the sight. Studying his features, there's so little to deduct beyond an initial shock that could mean anything, really.

❝ Eh? ❞ Suguru's expression draws a blank, just as heat licks at his middle finger — shit, it's burning out. He sneaks in one last drag, puts it out against the railing while Satoru turns to gawk at him like an owl. Momentarily they linger in comical juxtaposition; his calmly slanted face and Satoru's bulging glare, trying to read each other in tandem. Of all the things he had been expecting, an inquisition was hardly on the table. His gaze fell from penetrating blues to the crumpled filter he has been fiddling between his fingers; evidently mulling his words over.

❝ Relax. I was just thinking about it, is all. I'm not asking you to say anything back. ❞ A finalizing breath before he flicks it off the balcony, into the street below. Where once he would be the first to make a fuss about littering.

There's a pause. Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose and a pained smirk begins to grow on his lips. His eyes slip shut with the shadow of his palm hovering over them like a safeguard. It's not regretful, but he can't help confronting himself on his own hypocrisy. He had made that pact with himself to come into this without expectations, so what was that bitter taste in his mouth now that his affection wasn't reciprocated? Worse, that it had beckoned such a brazenly negative reaction too. Even though it was fair; and expected. And even though he was aware that he had no right to ask for anything more.

❝ Bah, Satoru — you could have at least tried to be more sympathetic when you're turning someone down. ❞ It's palpable that whatever it is he's processing has brought about a pang of shame; it can almost be heard under the awkward laugh he huffs.

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