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hanasnx · 13 days
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NO KISS SEX — satoru gojo.
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: bratty fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | cock warming | fluffy | size difference | no kiss sex.
“Sato, please?” you beg, pouting your bottom lip so enticingly SATORU GOJO nearly breaks his streak just to lick at it out of familiarity.
“Wasn’t this your idea?” he anecdotes amusedly, tilting his head with that wolfish grin. “You said you wanted to try it, and now you don’t wanna commit.”
“I change my mind!” you insist, bobbing your body in place to emphasize your frustration, his cock still lodged comfortably up in your guts in a mating press. “It’s lonely.”
He gives a few swings of his hips, and your lashes flutter in turn. “‘Lonely?’” he parrots in feigned disbelief. “You wan’a kiss that bad?”
Eagerly, you nod, under the impression he’s about to give in and you raise your head to meet his with an innocent smile. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, honest.” You eye up his lips, just out of your reach.
“Ah, ah,” he chides, arching away. “I distinctly remember,” he states matter-of-factly as he picks himself up using your knees, pressing them to the pillow as your head is forced to lay back down and you peep and grit your teeth when the dick soaking in your hole brushes your spongy spot. It twitches, but he keeps it sheathed. He alters his expression to exhibit what he sees when he looked at you earlier, upturned brows, wide-o-shaped mouth, and heightens his voice to an embarrassing high pitch that grates the ears, “‘Goji, I want to try no-kiss-sex, please? Please? Can we-can we-can we?’” he mimics you unflatteringly, and you reach up to yank him back down to you. “You only call me ‘Goji’ when you want something, just like you call me ‘Sato’ when you’re trying to butter me up.”
You jerk your head away in a mock attempt at bratting, frowning your brows as he snickers through his nose as you, readjusting so he pulls out a few inches just to push back in. As if he’s testing the waters with his hips, watching your minute reactions written all over your pitiful little face. You pant through your mouth, so he keeps going, slowly sinking in and out.
“If you get so lonely, why’d you suggest it?” he questions, soothing you out of your difficult mindset and your want to be uncooperative with the splendid ministrations of his cock licking your insides.
“I dunno, I saw it on a show or something! I wanted to see if it would make me want it more.” you inform him with a fair amount of attitude, and toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. That pout resurfaces, and you must know you’re making your pillowy lips look so irresistible that Satoru bites his own hard. He has to remind himself he’s proving a point. Even folded in half you’ve got some kind of power over him.
“Does it?” he asks, more winded than before as your hole loosens the slightest, letting him pull out more. You question him with an idle hum, brain fuzzy from the sensations pulsing from your core. “Does it make you want it more?”
“Yes!” you cry, offended he’d ask such a thing. “Obviously!”
That wolfish grin stretches back onto his mouth as he dips down, and a grateful thrill blooms in your chest at the notion he’s going to do it this time! You offer yourself to him, facing him to reach for him, but as soon as you get close he rears his head. Your lips narrowly miss each other. Your bodies bob as he moves in you, a steady pace of pulling completely out to ease in until he bottoms out. He’ll do all that, exhibiting a strong sense of control over his body, but he won’t give you a kiss. Instead, he does the same thing as before, ducking so you’ll gain a false sense of security, reach for him again. He teases you, keeping his lips just out of your area of influence. “Stop that!” you whine, your brows pinching together from the pleasure he’s giving you between your legs.
“Can’t help it, pretty, you make it so easy.” he taunts, “You keep falling for it.” As soon as he’s said it, he stoops and lingers, letting your cock-drunkened brain work through the thought process, lifting yourself again out of habit and trust to go for a kiss. Once more he corrals it from you, but he laughs this time. A jeer that burns your cheeks hot as you glare at him. “You keep falling for it!”
“Satoru!”
“I see the appeal now.” he lowers his voice, the grain of it traveling down your spine straight to your core, taking his cock at gradually hastened pace. “No-kiss-sex, huh? This shit was a good idea, baby.”
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gojoidyll · 3 months
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Imagine...
That your cursed technique allows you to create an invisible and indestructible shield around your whole entire body and can even create the same shield for your allies.
And teen!Gojo always (always) has a comment to say about said technique.
"Please, my infinity is far stronger than your flimsy shield."
For years he's been saying this even as you have proven that your cursed technique could protect anyone. Even Riko and Geto. Even Nanami and Haibara.
Even when Gojo is fighting Sukuna, the two in a heated battle where only one could win while the other dies.
Adult!Gojo was strong there was no doubt about that, but still. You couldn't stop yourself from lifting up your hand. Your entire focus on Gojo as you activated your cursed technique.
"What the-"
Sukuna snapped his gaze towards you. His final attack towards the strongest having been neutralized and the King of Curses could only find himself smirking at you, "I knew I should of figured out a way to kill you before I took out Gojo."
All the while Gojo was still breathing. His hands coming down to lay at his stomach. His upper and bottom half still attached. Sukuna's attack was so fast. Gojo was sure it would have killed him, his infinity wouldn't have been able to stop it, and yet...
Your shield was able to withstand such a force.
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innaillus · 7 months
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I'd be surprised if this was truly "it". And even though things are looking dire for the "good guys", I'm not sure the villains will win. If there can even be a winner here at all.
...however, as someone who is usually into the villains/underdogs, and has experienced secondhand defeat and humiliation time and time again - please let me enjoy this moment.
I'd prefer if JJK had a happy ending with the power of friendship, but ch236 made me fall for my all time favourite once more. Is there anything more I could ask for?
...and then ch237 happened which was the last nail in my coffin.
I started with the zoomed out piece. Despite having painted composition sketches, I only realised it halfway that it's difficult to understand what is going on, so I made a closeup from scratch. I shouldn't have forced it, it didn't turn out the way I wanted. Then the next chapter leaks made it look irrelevant...
Now I'm burnt out and have an art block. Please bear with me while the situation gets unfucked somehow.
:')
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semi-blogz · 1 month
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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➪
Warnings:SUGGESTIVE IF YOU ARE NOT 17+ DONT READ THIS
This is a fem reader
Includes:Gojo,Nanami,Toji,Choso,Geto,Sukuna
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sugurugayto · 7 months
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gojo imagining suguru being there and supporting him during his fight with sukuna..... oh i feel ill
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waterinz · 29 days
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☆⋆。𖦹°‧★˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ☆⋆。
jjk men and their fav position
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parings: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, k. choso, f. toji, r sukuna.
warnings: smut, named positions, choking (sukuna), dacryphilia (toji and sukuna), pet names, praising (nanami, geto, gojo choso).
A/N: someone request something, PLEASE 🙏🙏
☆⋆。𖦹°‧★˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ☆⋆。
Satoru Gojo: 100% mating press
His sinister grin was the only thing apart of your blurred vision, the position, the friction, the pace, it would’ve been damn near impossible to not fall in love with the way he fucked you, if y’all hadn’t already been dating. The amount of will he has over your body is crazy in that position, him being vocal as hell doesn’t help but god… it’s hot as fuck, him moaning whimpering or saying some vile shit in your ears like “fuck-.. if she doesn’t stop sucking me in like this, i might come a-already.”, “such a good girl” and other dirty things…
Suguru Geto: Spooning
As someone that’s always tired, this is perfect for him. Just being able to slide it in as y’all are laying down is the most ideal thing for him. Geto is a simple man that takes sex as a way to relax, relieve stress and relax the tension in your muscles.. but even with all those benefits and a girlfriend that he nicknamed “Jack-rabbit” simply because she couldn’t go a week without some kind of fucking. But one day he wanted to try something different. He laid on his side, you infront of him, grinding on you. This position gave him free access of your ass, tits, neck, and pretty much the rest of your body too.
Kento Nanami: Cowgirl/ Reverse Cowgirl
Now we know this old man is OLD fashioned as hell, probably alive during the BC and CE era, but one thing about him was.. he loved to fuck aswell. He loved the sight of his dick sliding in and out of that cunt while also seeing that white ring of cum being formed.
Kamo Choso: 69
He def seems like the type to not want to take control or advantage of you but still wanting a way to please you, so if there’s a way he can be pleased, AND please you? He’s down for it. Choso is probably really skilled at eating the box :3. Kissin it, small soft bites, licking anything that leaks out. :3
Toji Fushiguro: Full Nelson (especially infront of a mirror.)
Toji seems like the type to manhandle you. Folding and contorting your body past it’s limits, fucking you in unspeakable positions you can hardly manage. That shit eating grin, visibly displayed in the mirror. Choking you too, I mean it’s easy access. He manhandles you to your wits end and at this point, its painful as fuck, but hot ad fuck too. And your tears visible in the mirror too makes it so much better, well atleast to him…
Sukuna Ryomen: Missonary
Now sukuna doesn’t have a favorite position, he thinks every position that allows him to restrain you is perfect. But if he had to pick just ONE, it’d be missionary. Just being able to watch your face contort into expressions is literally heaven to him, and do not get me starteddddd on if he was in the big boy form. Easy access kissing, being able to fully restrain you under his touch and weight. His smirk that is displayed on his face could make you tremble just at the sight. And your tears visible? Yeah he would go all outttt…
☆⋆。𖦹°‧★˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ☆⋆。
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cower-before-power · 1 year
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I love how we all just assumed Gojo was lying around/unable to do anything while sealed, when in actuality he was doing skincare and getting absolutely jacked.
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maeby-cursed · 4 months
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vampire!satoru who’s not used to being in the shadows. 
he gets turned very young and lives through every stage he could possibly live through; denial, starvation, a deep self loathing and a bitter feeling of acceptance. he was never too concerned about harming others but he was also not used to having his liberties curtailed.
vampire!satoru who begins to hunt others.
he needs the blood, quite literally, to survive. he’s also gotten even more vain in this new skin, this odd state of life between what was and death. he hasn’t found any others like him yet so he has no guidance, he hunts men and women alike and tries to figure out what he likes. he can’t help but admire himself though; this new glow of his skin, his elongated canines… he enjoys the blood dripping down his face, the only drop of color against the white of his hair, skin and eyes. 
vampire!satoru who gives up on morals entirely. 
he finds new victims easily and feeds on them, enjoying himself like narcissus in the lake. he buys a mansion by stealing money from every prey and works out a system to enjoy his life to the fullest even if he cannot see the sun ever again. he tricks and manipulates women and lies and slaughters men by the thousands. he feels numb with every drop of blood.
he never once kills a child.
vampire!satoru who meets you.
it’s a cold january night and a blizzard has struck the town he resides in at the moment. he could very well go out if he felt inclined to but he’s not forgotten his lazy ways, he doesn’t feel like chasing some poor victim in the middle of a snow storm just to get a drop of cold blood. he’s not that desperate. 
he spends his night reading, studying, turning the tv on and off and contemplating himself on every surface he can see himself reflected upon. 
he’s in the middle of admiring his eyes on a silver spoon when someone knocks on his door. he’s so startled he drops the utensil, and now he’s annoyed. no one startles the satoru gojo.
vampire!satoru who opens the door and sees your face for the first time.
you’re wrapped in a thick coat, hair floating around your visage due to the wind. he’s struck for a moment with a memory he can’t recall; a warm smile and a mane of black hair. 
“who the hell are you?” he asks. 
vampire!satoru who for an unknown reason decides to listen to you.
you explain how you were about to catch a flight when the storm hit, how you don’t know the town very well and cannot find your way to a hotel. a shy smile makes your cheeks soft when you timidly ask if you could stay for a night. 
vampire!satoru who is a predator, vampire!satoru who is an animal, vampire!satoru who is not human, not your friend, not kind, not good.
vampire!satoru who for a second feels greedy.
you trust him. you trust this creature in front of you who is very obviously not like you, who has the coldest eyes you’ve ever met and the longest canines you’ve ever seen. your instincts know – they must.
and yet… he can see it in your eyes, the kindness hidden behind the pupils that tell him you always expect people to be good, even when you shouldn’t.
vampire!satoru who feels thirsty for something that isn’t blood for the first time in a hundred years.
vampire!satoru who can’t remember who he was all those years ago.
he can’t remember the faces of those he used to love, can’t remember how he looked like or what he thought of the world. who was a human in a world of humans and now feels like a child who’s been told he has to hurt others to survive. 
he can’t remember what he’s done since he was turned, can’t remember the number of victims or what they looked like. who was reborn alone and has lived alone and will exist forever alone.
vampire!satoru who really truly doesn’t want this to be his existence. 
vampire!satoru who answers your question with an “okay” and lets you in.
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pengujoon · 7 months
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WEIGHT OF AN ABSENCE
cont. gojo x reader, angst, no comfort. husband!au, intentional lowercase. 
a/n. i can’t handle ch 236. my brain came up with the worst possible outcome from this and here is the result. expect the worst.
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in a quiet town, where the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and azure, you went about your day like any other. the world moved on, but your heart remained burdened by the weight of an absence that could never be filled.
as you strolled through the market, you found yourself at a florist's stall. your fingers grazed over vibrant blooms, carefully selecting a bouquet of white lilies and blue hydrangeas. the florist glanced at you, her keen eyes catching the glimmer of a ring on the your finger.
"oh, is this for your husband?" the florist asked, her voice soft with curiosity.
a faint smile played on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. "yes," you replied quietly, a hint of sadness lingering in your gaze.
you continued your shopping, picking up a pack of sweets that you knew he loved. the sun kissed your shoulders as you walked, your steps graceful in a beautiful blue sundress that seemed to echo the colour of the ocean.
with your purchases in hand, you called for a taxi, and it whisked you away to a tranquil graveyard nestled by the mountains, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean.
as you stood before a simple gravestone, you whispered his name, "satoru."
setting the flowers and sweets down carefully, you knelt beside the grave, your fingertips tracing the letters carved into the stone, still fresh and vivid. the world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in memories of laughter and shared moments.
but then, as if a dam had burst within you, tears began to fall. you broke down, your sobs a symphony of grief and longing.
you couldn't forget that fateful day, the memories of rushing to him, cradling his lifeless form, and weeping uncontrollably. it was as if time had blurred into a nightmare, leaving you with fragmented images and a heart heavy with sorrow.
the details of what had transpired remained shrouded in mystery, but the painful truth remained — you held your husband's lifeless body in your arms, while the world around you spiralled into disarray.
"he left too suddenly," you whispered between sobs, as if trying to convey your heartache to the one who could no longer hear you. the pain was still raw, the void he left behind an ache that wouldn't subside.
in that solitary moment, with the sound of the ocean waves in the distance, you poured your heart out to the gravestone, missing him more than words could ever express. the world moved on around you, but your love for him remained as constant as the tides, forever washing against the shores of your soul.
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sorry... i feel really bad now so im writing a comfort fic brb.
here's the comfort fic as promised.
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hanasnx · 13 days
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“NO ONE HAS TO KNOW.” — satoru gojo.
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: reference. for my mutual @dosiido. WARNINGS: infidelity | explicit sexual content | established relationship | p in v | fem reader | dom satoru | clit play | exhibitionism | light choking.
"Dunno what you're being so uptight about, s'not like he's around." SATORU GOJO reasons, advancing on you casually until you raise a hand to halt him. Instead, he surges, making sure your palm lays on his chest. It’s rigid, toned under your touch and your lips part at the sight just as his curl. You break from your trance with a shake of your head, backing up to turn on your heel.
“I don’t want to talk about this with you, Gojo, it’s not appropriate.” you hiss under your breath around your shoulder, as if stooping your head will keep your volume lower.
Easily, as if you’re nothing, his hand reaches out to clasp your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks. You give it one yank, but it only serves to put a sting in your socket. He’s indomitable when he wants something done. “I don’t believe that.” he objects, his decibel unaltered, seemingly uninterested in whoever listens in. “You just don’t want to be seen with me. Not after what happened the last time.” He peers at you over his black sunglasses, a wolfish grin spreading onto his expression, cheeky and arrogant.
You stamp your foot, pressing your lips into a thin line when you huff through your nose. An unwilling concede is reached, so he releases you with an air of flair only his unserious self is capable of. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you check for anyone that might be eavesdropping before you decide you need a more private environment. Roughly, you escort him to a cleaning closet with your hand fisted in his clothes, opening the door for him to motion him inside. With a snicker, and a straighten of his jacket, he follows your direction, leisurely entering the dark closet. The door shuts louder than you meant it to, but you can’t stop your momentum, reaching behind you to turn the light on.
An accusing finger points to Gojo, seething through your teeth, “This is nothing like the last time, let me make that clear. What we did can’t happen again, and I don’t understand why you can’t get it through your thick skull—“
“Oh, will you just relax?” he coos, pulling a hand from his pocket to slither aside you, drawing him closer into your atmosphere as he casually shuts the light back off.
You’re interrupted, and you gasp in disbelief at him, promptly facing the switch to resume the light. Being tucked away into some dark corner with him is—at the very least—dangerous, considering your track record of total lack of self-control. “Satoru! This is serious.” you hiss, whirling around to him to find that he’s much closer than before. Inches away from you, towering over you, his smile is mesmerizing and his scent is fuzzying your brain.
“Why? You afraid of what you might do?” he goads, amused, like this is a game. He stoops to meet your eye level, his nose narrowly missing yours so your arch away. “C’mon, pretty, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.” Those sultry words make you gulp, traveling a powerful shiver down your spine at the remembrance of what it felt like the last time. He’s much bigger than your boyfriend, in every sense of the word. Caged between his arm, body, and the tiny space of the closet you’ve trapped yourself in, the light shuts off again with a click, drowning the two of you in darkness once more. You can only hear your breaths. “You called me ‘Satoru.’” he remarks, but his tone has shifted. It’s quiet, and serious. An observation made not at your expense, but coolly and pleasantly surprised about hearing it again from your lips. Nimble fingers brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, tracing the shell of it and you flinch. You can feel his warm exhale against your nose, warning you of his proximity.
“That’s your name.” you reply in an attempt to steel yourself and break the tension you feel in your chest. You don’t want to leave, but you know you should. You have a boyfriend, you shouldn’t be alone in the dark with someone you’ve been unfaithful with before.
“Aren’t you mad at me?” he whispers, and you swear you felt the lightest brush of his lips against yours as he spoke. Ever since you two almost got caught, you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length, calling him formally to give everyone around you the idea that you and Satoru Gojo are not close, despite the rumors. It killed him.
“Last time…”
“This won’t be like last time.” he’s quick to assure you, but it betrays the sense he’s already decided what this meeting entails. You don’t trust him, but your desire outweighs it. Those hands find your hips, your skin on fire from his touch as he presses you into him to show you the physical manifestation of his yearning. Hard and outlined in his pants you gasp at the familiar feeling. "No one knows we're in here, no one has to know, we could be in and out." The innuendo is heavy, thick in the air as your cautious hands on his chest that previously kept him from going too far now relax.
It doesn't take long at all before you're back exactly where you don't wanna be—where you know it's stupid to stay. Every time you're alone with Satoru Gojo, he persuades you into situations that fit his best interests, proving that by plowing into you from behind, his strong hand tucked into the crook of your knee to lift your leg clear off the ground. You steady yourself on the shelving of the small closet, whimpering through your nose as he makes you fit his best interests. Long pale cock drives into you at a pace with a dangerous volume, and he doesn't seem to care about the grunts of pleasure that emit from his open mouth.
"Gojo... keep it down—!" you chide, your tits jumping from a sharp buck meant to chastise you.
"S'not my name." he growls, and you squeeze your eyes shut from the new pain of his tip slamming against your cervix. He grabs your waist, yanking you back as he lifts his forearm, sliding your knee into the crook of his elbow as he raises you to your toes, using the leverage of gravity to slam you down onto his cock hard. A choked sound of discomfort escapes your throat, as well as the snapping of skin on skin as your ass ripples from each contact. "Say it right." he tells you, and there's a level of upset to his winded tone, husky from his efforts yet hurt.
"S..." you begin, exhaling as you throw your head back. The new angle as your pussy squealing obscenely, slick coating your inner thighs as a cock other than your boyfriend's ravages your insides. "Satoru..." you manage. Against your expectations, he doesn't let up in pace, but makes up for it by dropping your leg, hooking his arm around your shoulders instead to press your back to his chest. It's uncharacteristically intimate, his breath on your cheek as your neck is nestled comfortably between his forearm and bicep.
"Who makes you feel this good, 'uh?" The lack of ventilation in this closet makes the air hot and skin tacky, sticking together as he talks shit in your ear.
"Satoru... Satoru does..." you confess through sounds of strain, and when you hear talking on the other side of the door your hands reach back to claw at the bones in his hip. Anything to signal to him to let up, quiet down, or stop so you're not discovered.
He snickers. A mean spirited sound as he holds you close to him. His hand creeps between your legs. "You afraid of getting caught again? You know it makes you close up?" he muses as his middle finger follows the divot in your vulva, sliding through the crest of your slit. "Too tight, let me fix that." The pad of that finger kisses your clit and you gasp, but he's quick to cover your mouth with his bicep, wrapping his arm around your head. "What if I made you cum right here? Would that be so bad...?" he thinks out loud while you have no room to object, eyes fluttering as two fingers roll over your clit, creating a sensation you sorely needed. The coil in your stomach tightens while your hole loosen and accommodates his formidable size. "You think it's your boytoy? Come to look for you? You think he'd even recognize the sound of his girl's moan when she cums? Dunno, sweet thing, if he were so good at it you wouldn't have come lookin' for me."
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satorusluver · 3 months
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What's the point of Valentine's Day if I'm not even getting to spend it getting my back blown out by a JJK man...
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diovllo · 11 months
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They get along
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dotdot-png · 8 days
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saw this riverdale screencap going around so i had to do this
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sugurugayto · 1 year
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virgobingo · 5 months
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this page is so interesting to me bc the romantic significance of the date could have been ignored by gege, bc a lot of ppl sure as hell ignore it— "it was just a coincidence, it was only significant for yuta and rika". he could have also made gojo gag/vomit à la naruto being reminded of his accidental kiss with sasuke. gojo was acting silly/making fun of sukuna and kenjaku earlier after all.
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but no! instead we get a vague "well, two death anniversaries would be confusing" a page after we see him express annoyance at not being able to settle matters with kenjaku there bc of sukuna's presence
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⬆️ followed up by sukuna being reminded of what yorozu told him.. hello
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delphi333 · 7 months
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shh guys they're just sleeping
//jjk ch 236 spoilers under cut//
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BOOM DOOMED YAOI
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