#goj personal

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okok sleep deprived BUUT i think i have the j//jk verse figured out so far!!!!!!

three clowns atm!! shiori (g*ojo), minako (t*oji + ch*oso) and kanna (n*anami) !!!!!!! 🌸💕

minako is g/ojos older sister (by a few years she graduated college and was in her first year as a teacher in ye olde flashback era of when g*ojo and besties were in school) she was married and thus and still into today she uses her late spouses surname mizuhara.

shiori is either n//aoyas twin but they weren’t really close as kids and aren’t close now so there isn’t much to that?? (or maybe they were but now its strained due to yk succession who gets to be heir i am not quite sure about that yet!! oo it would give s//uccesiion but make it j//jk OO!!!!!) ORR she’s the older sib of m*ai and m*aki?? and still candidate of heir (?) in that as well?)

BUT ANYWAY..!!!! she was an old classmate of g/ojo and the besties (was maybe in either his year or n/anami and kannas year?) AND BESTEST BUDS. its giving childhood sweethearts to lovers yk? CUUTE.

fast forward t*oji passes….ish. right she and him after they grad they raise her nephew together (he even has a room at her apartment they’ve been SUUPER married but never got together what gives yk?? ILL EXPLAIN 💀) so her career skyrocketed (as an actress?? model? both????) and so things got busy BUUT like they’ve baaasically been living together and raising two youngins (minako and t*oji have a daughter aya <3) they hang out like ALL THE TIME……. and yet not married 💀

(but i mean thats not to say they’ll never yk *giggles* shes taking a year off of to help out and support m*egumi at his first year with goj 🥀🤧 SUPER MARRIED PARENTS!!) theyve alsoo been very invested the last decade or so with getting two of their besties together ever since n*anami said he was interested in her since like forever and never told them about it but swore to never tell her about it so theyve been trying to subtly *wheeze* set them up 🥀🤡

WHICH LEADS ME TO KANNAAA so she’s the granddaughter to the principal of the k*yoto campus and she transferred to tokyo so not to have the rep as “principals kid” (she still did alas 💀✨🤧) and possibly get special treatment bc shes related to one of the administrators. her curse technique she uses (its like c*assia in r*ogue trader-ish seeing emotions, curses and resonances as colors and swipes of paint and swipes of a paintbrush !!) and its helpful as she is a psychotherapist these days for sorcerers !!!!!!! 🌸 very much on the outside cool and collected “has her stuff together.” meanwhile that mask hides behind a hot mess teehee <3 also parties a lot chronic partner drags shiori to all of her after parties and galas and suggests kanna “tags along” so she can party 🥀😌 the girls are thriving!!!!!!!!

she didn’t think anything of nan and in fact likely didn’t even know he existed let alone has had a childhood harbored crush on her 🥀💀 ……. and then they reunite when they’re set up together in ep9 TEEHEE (everyone (g*ojo and shiori) cheers they’re brains for suggesting she aid them HUUUGE) she had planned only to be there for the exchange event and then go back to things buuuut teehee n*anami like kanna fell HARD (everyone’s thrilled especially g*ojo and shiori ndjxxh) and thus decided to take a transfer to be in t*okyo HEHE.

SO GOLDFISH BRAIN their curses!! minako (dream walking/weaving), shiori (pied piper if i make her an actress she doesn’t do musicals or play instruments UNLESS there’s curses in her midst bc she can control them and people in the vicinity with her ability (like meat puppets 🥀🤧 BUUT if i made her a model people already would expect her not to sing so i mean it would be convenient??) and kanna was listed earlier!!

(also when g*ojo and shiori finally DO get together everyone was like ????? we thought you both already were?? and they were like 🥀🧍‍♀️🧍👁️✨😶🫨)

BONUS TRACK VERSION: so nan and kan begin as more of a fwb but it doesn’t last im thinking bc teehee <3 BUUT not before shiori stopped by kans place for something and noticed…… something of nanamis there 🥀💀 (like a tie or jacket of his or something yk?) BUT THE WAY SHIO BOLTSSSS TO DELIVER THE NEWS very had to be ✨ so normal ✨ around them lest ye aforementioned parties are made aware that they know 🌸💕🫨🥴

#leg.txt #t: personal musings #i am so sorry if this makes no sense dkxjxhgc i haven’t gone to sleep and it’s 7 am 💀) ANYWAY i hope y’all are well!!!!!! 🌸💕 #*its 8 am now *wheeze* leg go to sleep challenge (impossible) the saga continues 🥀🤡 #veery trying to keep it vague xkxhhxh since i think im a bit over halfway thru s1 #and like yk this all could SUUPER change yk?? (alsoo i can’t wait to dev minako and c*hoso once i meet him they’re gonna be the cutest AHH) #alsoo jess i may beeline to the ye olde messages bc i have hyperfixation bad rn 🥀🤧😌✨☺️ binge watching it and feeling normal rn!! <3 #ill go into a lore thingy on minakos new lore later !!!!!! leg need nap *wheeze* 🥀🤧🥴✨ #but like in short toj they meet she went on a date to tell him she’s married its dropped #SUBSEQUENTLY he’s given an assignment interestingly to zero her man and the immediate family #(she had to grade an assignment that night where her students wrote their own plays!!) #i mean in his mind even with his profession he’s the tiniest wee bit grateful she wasn’t attending that night 🌸💕☺️😵‍💫 #something something in love with the mark trope I LOVE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!! #and like her and goj were SUUPER close until he passed then she never really wanted to see him or speak to him again #leg returning to their v//tm era while also needing to write that w//itcher fic and other things 🥀🥴 but!! we are creating though yay!!!!!!! #that is a BOTCHED summary of things for minakotoj if i ever saw one kdjxhxhx 🥀🤧

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FANTASIZE. — GOJO SATORU. ☆

synopsis: it's the middle of the night and your mascara's streaming down your face. man, breakups are the worst-so what do you do? go to your fwb for "comfort." he gives you comfort, alright. ★

wc: 4.7k+

warnings: fwb trope , pwp, quickie , size kink, dacryphilia, degradation, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding, overstimulation, oral [m], face-fucking, praise kink, dumbification kink, pet names, hair pulling, not yet proofread

an: my first request!! Heavily based off Ariana's "fantasize" bcos that song iz still stuck in my head :/

3:29 A.M

you: wake up. please.

typing . . .

gojo: girl.. it's like three am.

you: you know why i'm texting u this late, satoru.

typing . . .

gojo: oh yeahh, true. well? come over then ;)

seen

you were on gojo's doorstep in nothing but some two year old university hoodie and a simple skirt, despite it being around the middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep, and you needed any sorts of distraction from your previous breakup. mascara raced down both sides of your cheeks, practically sticking to your skin, you were a devastating mess—sniffling, you wipe your eyes once the door creeks open, and there he is.

“i gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,” he scratches his head with a simple shrug. he chuckles, spotting you shoot him a glare from his peripherals as he held his front door open for you to step inside. “…then again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-”

“i didn’t come here to talk.” you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly up at him.

“oh, i know.” he smiles with reassurance in his voice, almost as if he was mocking you. “this the part where i take my pants off right? baby, even if you’re all heartbroken, you’re still so so predictable..”

“…damn, no f-foreplay?” he nervously smiles, averting his eyes towards you—gojo wore nothing but simple sweats, grey at that, his hair was slightly messy but it made him ten times more attractive. a simple tank top covered his abdomen, and you could just about make out his ripped pecs just poking through the thin cloth piece of fabric.

you didn’t wanna waste any time, he could tell by the way you just easily shoved him with ease, against his own bed. you started to feel yourself throb, just having your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. “shut up.” you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.

“ya sure you wanna go down on me, babe? that gag reflex of yours—”

“satoru.” you glared, and he just smiles, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. but god, was he annoying. he knew he was too, the both of you knew it, gojo satoru was just purely infuriating.

sometimes you wonder why you’ve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you—alas, if it was anything gojo was good at, it was fucking you. making you forget about your shitty exes. it was just something he knew how to do. he knew how to do it right too. gojo was a perfectionist after all.

“gonna suck me off with cute tears streamin’ down y’er face, yeah?” he praises, bringing a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, it’s soothing. though it causes you to let off a soft whine, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne scent that scattered across the entire room. “look at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face while it gets ruined.”

“your dirty talk is improving.” you sulked, and it makes gojo the one glaring at you now—it's cute.

gojo doesn't reply.

instead, he wraps a hand slightly around the back of your neck, bringing your face close towards his bright white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. “shame how you make me hard even with that annoying bratty mouth of yours.”

after that little snarky remark, gojo couldn’t wait anymore. he was getting impatient, and your teasing wasn’t helping. he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened coloured tip.

“s-shit.” he grunts, and you keep your eyes remained on him the entire time, his grey sweats were just visibly pulled down to his ankles as he sat up near the very edge of his un-made up bed.

gojo lets off a soft sigh, and it's more of a grunt with the way his voice pitches—his legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip a little to quiet himself.

he gets a bit of shivers, feeling the very tip of your tongue playfully caress the few veins that poked out on his dick. gojo was surprisingly well trimmed, just a few tiny specks of white hair covering near the lower part of his base, but he was heavy and oh was he hefty as well. gojo satoru was the epitome of a 'packer.'

“open that mouth. tired of waitin’,” he grumbles, and he’s growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting on the cushions. your blink at him, slowly opening your mouth before he intakes a sharp breath. “stick out y’er tongue, babe.”

you do, lolling it out and gojo grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping his thickness against your tongue. “think you deserve it?”

a pout makes its way against your lips, you were eager, whines were getting pulled from you at his consistent teasing and him slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue. all you could do was nod, you were on your knees while he was sat upright near the very edge of the bed.

“nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. “need 'ta hear you say ya want me, gorgeous.”

what an egotistical jerk.

you wondered why you put up with someone as such as gojo satoru, but then you remembered. he always knew how to fuck good.

“i- i want you, satoru. i want it..” you mewled, the mess between your legs only making you dampen more and more. your thighs squeezed shut against each other as it was hidden beneath your pretty plaid skirt, and once you voice those sweet words. gojo lets off a cheerful yet cocky hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.

it’s been a while since you sucked him off, usually it’d be him to eat you out. for hours, not to mention.

“shit,” he curses, feeling you immediately waste no time, wrapping your lips around his cock. your lashes fluttered before glancing up at him. gojo stares right back down at you—his abs flex beneath his shirt and it's sexy, his posture is even attractive. gojo’s slouching a bit with one leg stretched towards his side, it doesn’t take that much long before his eyes start to seductively go back, along with his uneven pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant. “missed y’er slutty throat, babe. always know how ‘ta suck it good.”

you wrap a hand swiftly around his base, and your head starts to bobble up and down, he was huge and his girth only doubled that.

your tongue meets against a few of his veins and he grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“must have been hungry, yeah?” he pants, faking a pout on his lips as he pushes you down just a bit further on his length. you nod, using as much of your own spit as you can to make the experience more pleasurable for him—who were you kidding though? you just wanted to forget.

about everything, your heartbreak, the past arguments, literally everything.

“shit, with a face that pretty,” he huffs out, growing more hornier from your tongue sliding and grazing against his tip. “gotta fuck it, babe.”

you start to gag just a bit once gojo tilts his hips forward a bit and he starts to thrust in your mouth. your nails dig into his thighs, wanting for him to continue and he swipes a thumb across your cheek that was full of your ruined mascara from crying many hours ago. “good girl. you should be cryin’ like this, not wastin’ those pretty tears because of some scumbag.”

you whined, reaching down to play with yourself just a bit, still sucking him off and trying your best not to use your teeth. “eyes on me, babe,” he reminds you, tapping the side of your temple and you’re just about weak in the knees.

you started second-guessing yourself, there had to be some reasonable reason why gojo fucked better than any of your exes, boyfriends, anyone.

even if it killed you to say it, you had to admit, he knew just how to please a woman—especially if that woman was you. you knew you had to be careful though, gojo wasn’t the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.

were you starting to … fall for him? damn, that would be bad to say the least. outside the bedroom, gojo would always tease you, he was more so playful and of course, flirty.

“think 'm getting close,” he pants, and his breathing patterns change, and your head just goes up and down—he’s got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils, the way your tongue works around his tips sends him shivers, his leg starts to bounce as he’s chasing his incoming anticipation.

the build up, it makes his mouth go dry that he’s almost speechless, which is so ironic because of how he’s literally always talking your ear off.

“fuck, doing so good f'r me,” he says, and his voice starts to get a bit whiney from how sensitive he’s growing. that feeds your ego just a little, just knowing that you’re making him like this. all just from your tongue, and maybe a little bit of stimulation.

gojo moans, feeling your tongue flick against the frenulum part of his dick and he pauses for a moment, the way his eyes roll back just a bit was so sexy—that was one way to make you throb even more, and it certainly did.

your tongue runs up and up, almost as if it was a race and he’s so close to loosing focus. he’s not thrusting his hips into your mouth anymore, instead he plops flat on his back against the bed. you giggle, standing up while your mouth was still attached to his soon-to-be flaccid dick.

“c-cumming,” he grunts, watching your own drool pour down your chin. you were so messy, you couldn’t help it. it was one of the many things gojo loved about you, actually. once he came, he shakes a bit. shuddering, and letting off a cute moan, he catches his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. “swallow ‘n show me, baby.”

within seconds later, you swallow his load and it tastes sweet, yet bitter. your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before you stuck your tongue out again, and he brushes a thumb against your chin to remove your spit.

“cock hungry whore,” he whines, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you only to squeeze your cheeks together. “now gimme a kiss.”

you whined, sitting up to kiss gojo and he wraps a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue drags against yours and you whimper before making your way onto his lap. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist slowly to make you moan even more for him.

after a few moments, gojo pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“barely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,” he grunts, and gojo snickers once he feels you start to grind and grind your hips against him sensually, you’re so needy and desperate for more of his touch. “walkin’ around with no panties, don’t tell me you’re just a dumb slut who just wants a crumb of dick.”

“satoru—please.” you begged, aching and itching for him to be inside already. he trails his lengthy fingers against your ass, no panties behind displayed and all you had covering you, just barely, was a plaid skirt. he grins, giving your ass a two-second squeeze before spanking it to hear you whine out. “fuck me satoru.”

“fine.” he says, stroking your chin to reach down between your legs. you moan and that single motion makes your back arch whilst your hands were thrown over his shoulders. “go slow baby, don’t want you to hurt y’erself.”

“shut t-the fuck up.” you whined, barely able to keep up your facade. gojo’s dick hovered against your achy folds. just a few inches and he’d be inside, just imagining him fucking you ruthlessly made your mouth start to water, you were hungry for it.

'desperate' was the perfect word to describe you.

“how ‘bout ya make me, hmm.” he teases, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.

no reply.

instead of using words, you decided to let your pussy do the talking. aligning yourself against him, gojo sits upright with such a cocky grin. “go slow, babe. wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself. been a while since i've—shit…” he pauses before nervously smiling. “…been inside this tight pussy.”

it was warm, you chewed on your bottom lip as you sank down on him, immediately leaning into him to give him… a hug?

gojo was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit different. of course you’d be, you’d just gotten out a relationship. so you’d tend to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more.

or was it?

“fuck,” you moaned, practically straddling him now. gojo’s hair is messy, it’s all in his face, white stands splattered all across his forehead to where it was just effortlessly attractive. he didn’t even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. “quit looking at me.”

“but you’re so pretty when you try to take control,” he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and you’re just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. and you let him.

every.

single.

time.

your lips tremor as you whimper, he’s nearly all the way inside and he stretched out your cunt, you’re dizzy out of nowhere and your eyes get a bit droopy—but fuck, gojo’s amused, using one hand to rub down your back as you start to rock your hips against him, biting down hard on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock mashed and kisses against your sensitive areas.

“uh oh,” he huffs out in a short mini pant, swiping a tongue against his lips before grunting. you were sopping wet, he spanks your ass to quicken your pace and you moaned. “this what you call ridin' someone? thought i taught ya better than that, babe,” and then he sniggers at seeing your face drop once he holds your hips firmly still and in place. “if you can’t do it right, maybe we should just end this thing-”

“n-no, okay okay okay,” you stuttered, so desperate for him to fuck you, but you had to fuck him first. gojo hums to himself, and you start to ride him. a tiny mewl exits past your lips once you move against him before you’re bouncing on his lap. your head’s spinning, mind s racing miles a minute and it’s just euphoric.

gojo’s got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down before his voice gets a bit rapsy, turning you on ultimately.

“speed it up, baby,” he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. “touch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what i’ve been missin' since you’ve been away from me for so long.”

“o-okay.” you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him. his dick reached deep—damn. his girth, it was just appetizing, you needed gojo satoru carnally, more than anything.

you and him both knew that.

gojo smiles, watching you start to fondle with your perky nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.

it was strenuous on how repetitive your movements were against him. who were you kidding though, you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality you just missed his dick.

yeah…. it was probably that.

“touch yourself as in..play with your pussy, dummy.” he teases, watching you whimper once he spanks you again, you’re feeling yourself become close each time he reaches deeper.

now your mouth starts to become dry, your head’s still spinning and you’re just about at a loss of words.

“…g-gonna cum soon, 'toru,” you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut as his thick length drags across your cunt so righteously thorough, making sure to not miss a spot to reach you deep where you can feel his pure existence.

“aw,” he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from gojo taking such initiative, holding onto him as he’s drilling himself into you basically since your legs were starting to become numb, you could barely ride him but you continued to bounce against him again and again, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. “mhm. i missed you too.”

you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, causing you to become more wet for him in the process. again, a perfect word to describe the entire situation would be:

embarrassing.

before long, you came and that was one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time. no matter how much you denied it, no one could you please you, fuck you, hell—pleasure you as much and good as gojo did. you throbbed immensely with your legs joining from how it was just shaking and shivering, your body practically going limp.

this brings such a smile to gojo’s face, still shamefully playing with yourself.

a hand dug deep between your pried open legs, your chest heaves as you stare at gojo and he pecks a kiss on your lips, muttering something along the lines of, “my good fuckin’ sloppy girl.”

but once he had you on your back, it was an entirely different story. gojo had completely dominance and control now—vigorous mean smacks and hits against your pussy, making sure to grow quiet purposely to hear how sinful your cunt was to him.

to say the least, he was addicted. your pussy was too good for him to not constantly fuck you.

gojo wasn’t too interested in relationships, but who was he to turn down a good fuck?

exactly.

you had so many orgasms pulled out of you, you practically lost count.

you were currently now just laid flat on your back, just about being folded. your pussy sang constant harmonies by how many times gojo made it squelch and cry out for him, for some reason he always loved putting you in mating press. partially because of the eye contact.

but also, he just loves to gently press against your tummy while staring deep into your eyes, speaking to you in such a phony-mocking tone, asking you if you feel him.

it’s a rhetorical question, you weren’t supposed to answer it because of course you feel gojo. his dick was pummeling in and out of your sweet cunt to where your vision started to turn a bit hazy. this position gave him an excuse to fuck you deeper, striking his hips against you repeatedly with your cute legs just sticking up in the air. perfectly hanging over his shoulders.

“you’re such a slutty girl, babe. always lettin' me break this pussy,” he pants, his voice turns more raspy to match his ruthless thrusts and you whimper, dragging your nails against his thick calves. his balls thwacked and thwacked against you, you felt so warm and you’re just a noisy mess.

you don't even realize you’re drooling while maintaining initiate eye contact with gojo. “..cute,” he raises his brows, bringing a thumb up to your lips to wipe it. “only i can make ya drool for cock, hm?”

you eagerly nodded, tears poking in your eyes. the dried up mascara sticking to your lashes still remained. “y-yes, satoru please. ‘s really good. want more.”

“course ya do,” he cursed, deepening his hits against you and you feel him reach more once he dips and pivots his hips. you moan, your mouth opening—a dramatic gasp type moan leaves your lips and he leans in to kiss you. you’re taken by surprise, but you sink into his warm embrace, running your needy tongue against his while he’s still occupying his cock between your tight stingy walls that was never gonna let him go.

the kiss was one word, sloppy.

partially because of you. you couldn’t think straight while you were getting mercilessly pounded in his bed. gojo tasted sweet, minty and a bit honeyed flavored, his tongue softly clashed against yours and you feel his lips form into a smile once he playfully sucks on your tongue.

his breathing along with yours was warm, it was really intimate, for a second you forgot about your depressing heartbreak—and it was all because of what’s between gojo’s legs, who knew.

butterflies started to form in your stomach, and it made you cringe, you really hoped you weren’t falling for him but he made it so hard. gojo’s been fucking you for hours and hours non-stop, his name approximately lived inside your head rent-free.

it’s all you were ever moaning out anyway, or just blabbering how you were about to cum again and again and again, he’s got you in a chokehold.

“f-fuck,” he groans, feeling himself swell. reaching his very peak. he felt a sensation brew up in his thighs as he continued to drill himself into your tight pussy that kept hugging onto him tightly. he loved how clingy you were. and you couldn’t exactly help it too, it was as if your body had a mind of it’s own. gojo’s strokes were so delicious, your eyes slowly roll back now just like his were, piercing the edges of your nails into his skin as you’re being fucked limp quite again. “gonna make me dump another load, babe. overflow your sloppy heartbroken pussy with s’much of me.”

his voice was a bit shaky now, it was honestly cute. droplets of sweat beads raced down gojo’s forehead as he’s panting, his breathing patterns were staggeringly fast-paced and rapid as he stares at you and—oh shit, he’s feral. you could see from how his pretty cerulean eyes never leave yours. it’s as if his pupils dilate just slightly each moment he gets more close.

he’s hungry, gojo licks his lips at just envisioning himself pumping you fell again, watching his own sticky cum pour out of your hole just to plug it back in again.

“fill me p-please, 'toru.” you begged, and his body weight was crushing you, not literally, but he was pressed against you—you were for sure limp now, your arms were just sprawled against your sides as your head just bounces back against the cushioned mattress within each deep thrust he presents to you. “stuff me full, satoru. breed m-me.”

“would be kinda funny if i made you a mama,” he whispers, his tone was playfully yet sweet, he was purely mocking you though. he’s maintaining deep eye contact as his thrusts transmits you to such a high, you whimper for him to continue because you were coming close too. “make this perfect tummy all swollen and r-round,” he sighs, rotating his hips against you—it was sloppy, an entire mess. some of his cum from him recently spilling into you dripped down your thighs and you moaned from how messy it was. “bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“m-maybe.” you muttered out, clinging onto his wrist and he chuckles.

“maybe?” he repeats after you, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth—gojo’s buried entirely balls deep and you’re just panting and panting, both chasing your incoming releases.

you shiver a bit, feeling him rub a hand across your tummy, mimicking his previous action of pressing down on it. “tsk, poor dumb baby. can’t even think straight. bet all you’re thinkin’ about ‘s getting filled, huh?”

you sniffled, throwing your arms around gojo and he chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck only to sink his teeth against your collarbone lightly to hear you moan.

“s’ okay, babe. cum with me,” he says in a hushed tone, his voice was so deep and seductive, just hearing gojo’s voice against your ear was just enough to make you soaked already, as pathetic as it was. “be my messy girl, don’t be shy. love when you slut yourself out for me, it’s cute.”

“s-satoru,” you squeaked, your nails were piercing into his soft skin as your right thigh started to bounce against him as you chased your incoming high. “fuck, ‘s deep, satoru. fill me please.”

gojo kisses the top of your forehead as his hips strike and rummage inside your walls, you clamp down on his so good he grunts, it’s so raspy and pitched it makes you throb. “shit, better not waste it then. come on baby, relax,” and he’s talking you through your orgasm—acknowledging your changing breathing patterns that he knew whenever you were close, he brings a thumb towards your cheek to stroke your chin before smiling. “give it to me.”

you whimpered once another orgasm got stolen from you, you’re just being pounded into the mattress with random blabbering leaving your lips, you’re so dumb, so cockdrunk, again it’s really pathetic.

gojo groans, feeling you tighten against him before it’s his turn. his hips slow but still maneuver and pivot against you, and once he came, it was a thick load, he’s the one about to drool now. he averts his eyes towards your pussy, watching his own cum spill out of you, it’s hypnotizing to him. gojo runs a thumb against your slit and you whimper once he pauses his thrusts but slowly pulls out. a pop sound was created and you whined, wanting him to keep stuffing you full.

you craved it.

gojo leans in, kissing you for a final time and it wasn’t as sloppy like last time—more passionate and sincere, which scared you a little. you hoped you weren’t catching feelings. gojo probably hoped you were though.

“satoru.” you panted, once he pulled away. “i-i think i love you.”

he’s panting and catching his breath as well as you, he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low alluring voice. “babe?”

“babe?”

you blinked twice, and realized you were being shook lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized geto was calling your name—he had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he sees you come back to reality.

“suguru..?” you mumbled, in the same exact bed and still feeling dizzy from your many orgasms that got pulled from you the entire night.

“did you.. just call me, satoru?”

oh.

maybe you were just fantasizing the entire thing.

#★vegasbaby. #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #cw smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #cw sex mention #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #female reader #smut

[vampfucker666]

in slow damage i cant figure out why sometimes locations are highlighted green?? its only ever one or maybe 2 and there will be nothing to do there. one segment i did try to click on it and it wouldnt let me go there. i wonder if i like missed something in the tutorial infodump

#i tried looking it up and was goj g to try SKIMMING a guide but no dice #well. the guide wouldnt load at all bc tumblr is being stinky rn and the persons theme had a fucking LOADING SCREEN #i can see the post back there!!!!!!! let me see the fucking post!!!!!!! GODDDD I DONT CSRE YOUR BIG ASS FANCY FUCKIN THENE #whatever

[pin-k-ink]

Gojo Satoru X Reader (pt. 1)

pt. 2

CW: teacher-student relationship, male masturbation, lots and lots of sexual tension, third-person perspective

a/n: i just watched miller’s girl last night so this was heavily inspired by it. well…somewhat

Whispers slithered through the hallowed halls of Jujutsu High like ominous serpents - rumors about the scandalous relationship between Gojo Satoru and his sole female student. At first, she dismissed the gossip as absurd. Sure, her mentor could be incorrigibly flirtatious at times, like their first meeting when he mistook her for a new teacher and gallantly swept down to press his lips to her knuckles. Even after she corrected him, the silver-haired sorcerer seemed delighted to have "such a lovely little lady" as his pupil.

He proceeded to give her an unsanctioned personal tour of the dormitories, escorting her to the teachers' quarters, claiming her room was mixed-up just to have her staying close by. Now she has to explain to new students why she’s rooming with that notorious manchild.

The rumors intensified after she officially joined Gojo's class. Though undeniably childish outside the training grounds, he proved an exemplary mentor, deeply familiar with the nuances of her innate techniques. More importantly, he was fiercely protective, exemplified the day he saved her life.

She'd been ambushed during a mission, her ribs crushed by some malevolent spirit. Splayed helpless amid the rubble, she watched in detached horror as the skeletal beast sidled closer, drawn by her agony. Then, a blinding flash of black and white - Gojo had arrived.

The next thing she knew, she was gasping in his arms, pain screaming through her body as he jostled her with calculated roughness. "Glad you didn’t puke on me this time," he teased with a wolfish grin, referencing her violent reaction to her first forced teleportation.

This bizarre, backhanded banter marked the start of a profound intimacy between master and student. What began as a mere academic relationship steadily morphed into something akin to family - perhaps the closest she would ever know. Like now, waiting side-by-side for the train home, his dexterous fingers idly weaving the silken strands of her hair into intricate braids. A futile bribe of mochi had failed to dissuade his pleas to use his teleportation, so she resigned herself to crowded public transit, crumbs inevitably showering her shoulders as he kept himself busy.

Aboard the train, packed amid throngs of exhausted salarymen, she stiffened as unfamiliar calloused fingers trailed up her stockinged thigh. A harsh reminder of her juvenile "uniform" - another of Gojo's juvenile pranks. She clenched her fists, nostrils flaring, determined to withstand this violation with dignity.

Suddenly, a strangled yelp split the air as the unseen hand retreated. She found herself crushed against her mentor's powerful frame, his broad chest pressed to her back, arms enveloping her in an unmistakable claim. His fingers trembled with barely contained fury where they splayed across her abdomen.

After that sickening highway incident, when she awoke battered and bloody amid the wreckage, new rumors swirled about the disturbing closeness between teacher and pupil. Gojo's gentle touch roused her from the hazy brink of consciousness, his thumb swiping some blood from her ashen lips before he murmured, "You look like shit, kid."

From that point, a new routine emerged - one she anticipated with visceral dread, yet perverse longing. In addition to their intensive training regimens, where he enacted relentless "lessons" that seemed calculated to map every aching plane of her body...at night, he would appear in her dorm. Her sanctuary from prying eyes, where he could tend her wounds and brandished injuries with exacting care, stripped down to her underwear.

Even the most casual gestures between them began to carry subtext, like at the school sports festival. One ill-advised taunt from a rival combatant, and Gojo materialized behind her in an instant, hoisting her over his shoulder with barely-veiled possessiveness. His fingers dipped to swat her rear before facing down the offending student, eyes glinting with menace. Mere inches from flaying the young man with his Hollow Purple technique before the principal intervened.

Such public indecencies fueled fevered gossip about the forbidden relationship between the supremely powerful sorcerer and his nubile disciple. Rumors she could neither confirm nor deny...especially after the way he claimed her that night in the sanctum of his apartment.

The celebratory dinner after her sports festival triumph was a blur of italian cuisine and sultry looks. Gojo escorted her back to his flat for "freshening up" before returning to campus. Or so she assumed, until emerging from his steamy bathroom engulfed in a cloud of vapor, wearing nothing but an oversized dress shirt pilfered from his wardrobe. The damp fabric clung like a sensual rumor, outlining her lithe curves in diaphanous definition.

Whatever semblance of self-restraint typically graced Gojo's demeanor nearly disintegrated as he pulled his student into his lap. For a torturous minute, primal instincts threatened to overrule his better judgment - to simply slam her down onto the mattress and fuck her with reckless abandon.

But a flicker of lucidity pierced the haze of lust just in time. This was his precious protégé, the woman who had utterly bewitched him both in body and spirit. He couldn't simply take her like one of his flings. Not without her explicit consent.

Drawing a steadying breath, he reached over to gently take the towel from her hands, using it to slowly dry her hair. All the while, desperately attempting to ignore the insistent throbbing in his groin, the painfully prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.

That night marked the first time he'd allowed himself to truly surrender to the sinful fantasies that so frequently plagued his thoughts when in her presence. As she retreated to her room, Gojo mentally praised his own restraint. But the image of her, draped in nothing but his oversized shirt, branded itself into his psyche.

Only after bidding her a quick goodnight did he seek the solace of his own room to fist his cock with unrestrained fervor, her tempting image fueling each increasingly frantic stroke. When his orgasm finally washed over, her name spilled sacrilegiously from his lips in a guttural rasp.

Come morning, he maintained an aura of unruffled nonchalance around his student, as though the pervious night's events were merely fever dreams. But she could see the hairline fractures in his implacable veneer, instinctively sensing their dynamic had irreversibly shifted after beholding the undisguised hunger burning in his eyes.

Something primal had awoken between them. And neither was prepared to confront the smoldering aftermath.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut

[ghost-buddies]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇx!ʙꜰ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ….

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ. In which your ex, Gojo Satoru, shows up at your front door.

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ. Angst :: hurt/comfort :: self indulgent :: sfw :: cursing

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ. Gojo Satoru :: Ieiri Shoko :: mentions of Geto Suguru

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Should I do some other characters? Ooo maybe Geto next ʕ•͡-•ʔ Or just continue this ohohohoh

There’s uneven knocking at the door. You rub your eyes, exhausted. Turning to your clock, you squint as you make out the blocky numbers: it’s 2:47 am. Shit, you think. Who’s at the door so late?

Still bleary-eyed, you pad your way to your door. Peer through the little peephole.

Gojo Satoru peers right back through. He’s smirking a little, as if he knew that you were looking at him. His hair is mussed and he looks tired. His blindfold looks loose on his face and he’s a little slumped. Something’s wrong.

You open the door a crack, barely letting any light through. “What do you want, Gojo?”

His face falls, and he’s swaying a little bit. “I told-d you not to c-call me by my last na-ame, babe.”

He’s drunk. Of course.

You sigh. The lightweight wasn’t so lightweight anymore, Shoko had informed you. “Goj— I mean, Satoru. Go home. You’re drunk—”

“N-nooo, baby, take me back-k.” He leans onto the door for support, hiccuping. “I don’t even know why we broke u-up. S-Suguru would never leave me.”

“I’m going to call Shoko to get you. You’re clearly not in your right mind right now.” You rub your temples. “Im not going to have this conversation with you. I broke up with you because of this. I’m not a replacement for Geto.”

Satoru blinks slowly, obviously hurt. Maybe you were a little harsh, you think, as you text Shoko.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” you tell him softly.

“I want you back, baby.” Satoru’s blindfold slips a little, his right eye becoming visible from the little crack of light your door has created. His eye, although cloudy and unfocused, pierce you again.

“I s-still love you. I never regretted us.” His voice is small and slowly paced. He’s serious.

You shake your head, exhausted. You check your phone again - Shoko should be here right now - and look back at your ex. “Satoru, you’re not in the right headspace—”

“Baby, l-let me win you back-k. I’ll get you— f-fuck, I’ll get you flowers a-an’ chocolates and l-lunch. You’re not like Suguru, I’ll prove it to you—”

Shoko magically appears and begins to haul Satoru away. She looks over her shoulder and grins, a cigarette in her mouth. “Sorry for being a lil late! I’ll take him off your hands now.”

And with that, she’s whisked Satoru away, sluggish and putty-like in her arms.

You yawn again and sink your way back to bed. A selfish part of you wants Satoru to win you back, while the other warns that him gaining your forgiveness would never work out.

You sigh. You’ll see him tomorrow anyways. To find out if he remembers anything. You close your eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep.

—

That morning, you open the door to see a white wicker basket. Dozens of your favorite flowers, sets of mini chocolates and snacks you adore, and… was that a note?

Wish I could’ve delivered this in person but you were out asleep.

I want to make good on my promise. Lunch with me at your favorite place, 3 pm?

Love,

Toru

#ʕ•͡-•ʔ rui.tells.a.tale #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk angst #jjk hurt/comfort #jjk fic #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #satorugojo #rahhhh #first fic #tumblr milestone #‼️‼️‼️

[srbachchan]

DAY 5894

Jalsa, Mumbai Apr 7/8, 2024 Sun/Mon 2:06 pm

🪔 ,

April 08 .. birthday greetings to Ef Bhavana B Rao from Bangalore .. 🙏🏻🚩

April 06 .. belated birthday greetings to Ef Karan Dhillon .. and Shreyasi J. Singh from Indore .. 🙏🏻🚩

.. so there may be thought that the Blog has had a late night .. but no .. the cable has been cut outside by 'cable cutters' .. some digging goes on to enhance the Newtwork .. and hence the absence for such .. they still working on it .. and hope that it shall be restored soon ..

The Dongle .. the Saviour in such occurences is emplyed but does not seem to be functioning to its optimum ..

Ahh .. the exigencies of modernity and communications ..

BUT ..

we move on ..

and there is some respite tp to the Mumbai Indians .. we won finally .. and pray we continue .. with due respects of course to those that support other teams .. which is a constant dilemma ..

SO .. a hypothetical case in point ..

Your dharm sthan .. धर्मस्थान be Allahabad, now Prayagraj .. UP .. but your support team is in Mumbai .. your कर्मस्थान .. karm sthan .. so where does your allegiance lie during a game match between MI and LSG .. the Mumbai Indians v The Lucknow Super Giants .. Lucknow the Capital of the State of UP - Uttar Pradesh .. UP ..

😳

😁

.. and many other such ..

its a bummer .. !! if the slang can be used here .. apologies !!

Sunday at the GOJ are no such exigency .. they are universal in its execution and desire and presence ..

.. and you see and read docu's of certain happenings in the World of yesterday and today and the days to come and wonder .. how on earth does the human mind think and react and execute its life and the lives of others ..

It is never in peace and harmony .. mistrust and intrigue and doubts and the facade of friendship .. and the reasons, why and the wherefore ..

history keeps changing and is abreast of the culture and way of the circumstances and the mind ..

and each year and month and day we think what shall tomorrow hold .. or indeed what shall today .. and the confusion of what did we do and what shall we do to leave behind for the progeny .. for they are the true inheritors ..

OR .. as Babuji has put in his poem on INHERTANCE .. 'वसीयतनामा' .. the document that contains your WILL ..

'my sons, just because they are my sons, shall not be my inheritors .. they that are my inheritors shall be my sons .."

'मेरे बेटे, बेटे होने से मेरे उत्तराधिकारी नहीं होंगे ; जो मेरे उत्तराधिकारी होंगे, वो मेरे बेटे होंगे' ~

so we rumble along , network difficulty and all .. the alternatives being brought into operation .. the Dongle, the WiFi of the personal phone .. and so on ..

THERE ARE SO MANY ALTERNATIVES IN TODAY'S WORLD .. SAY IT AND IT IS THERE ..

BARING YOUR SOUL .. 😇

My love ..

🌺

Amitabh Bachchan

[satoruhour]

What do you think about gojo begging reader for a duck lmao? Maybe he wants kids but reader thinks 20 is too young so now he really wants a duck?

a/n: anon u so fuckin real for this, enjoy !!!! had lots of fun writing this / tagging my gojo luvers @jabamin @hyomagiri @crysugu @satohruu

yeah. yeah he would.

would be so eager about it too, like arent you fathering megumi and tsumiki ??? dude

my hc is that yes he took them in around 18 and you were already together with him and getting used to taking care of the two kids

but he would randomly get baby fever while seeing you be so caring and loving to the two, and not to mention for the first two years megumi usually stuck by you LMAOOO

tsumiki warms up to gojo more or less but theres still some barrier between gojo and the kids

so one day while youre both waiting for megumi and tsumiki at their school two years later he randomly announces in his annoying voice that “we should make a baby!!!!”

god the faces of all the parents waiting together with them 😭😭😭 and it’s so funny too cause it’s implied in S1 the siblings walk home together without a guardian and they would do perfectly fine without the two of you.

and bc of megumi’s usual embarrassment of gojo (and sometimes you) he tells you two to stay home cause he knows where you guys live but gojo just HAD to bring you here today bc he finished a mission nearby (lies. his fav kikufuku store opened an outlet near the school) and whats wrong with wanting to see the kids ya know

but anyway you seized his arm and slapped it just as the kids were coming out and shoved him so hard he almost fell. he fake cried that night in your arms and megumi made sure to ban you both from visiting both their schools ever again (it was right next to each other)

it doesnt seem to affect gojo much however until megumi brings home a consent slip for a farm excursion and hes like sure! he goes on the website of the farm and gets a splendid idea

well, splendid by his standards, but terrible by yours

[9:50am, delivered]: satoru i almost couldn’t find ur contact why did u change it 😭😭😭

[9:56am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: DAMN? why ??? curse me for wanting a cute name on my baby’s phone.

you literally saved me as “gojo satoru”

[9:57am, delivered]: bc thats literally ur name u fucking loser ????? 

[9:59am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: photo attached

[10:01am, delivered]: you went finding for that pic didnt you 

you’re so engrossed in the conversation (or rather, you making fun of him), pausing so intently that the person behind you has to ask you to move so you can order some damn mochi for your sweets-obsessed boyfriend. but before you can open your mouth to tell the cashier what you wanted, there’s another text that comes in and you’re torn between confusion and incredulity.

[10:01am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: also can we get a duck

[10:02am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: and NO i dont mean a fuck you dirty girl muhahah i know you thought that

eh, well, maybe you did.

[10:02am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: please pleasp eeplelasepplea

and also, you think that maybe you didn’t really want to buy kikufuku for your boyfriend anymore.

gojo is elated later when you hand him the bag of mochi from his favourite store, him still following you around like a puppy, looking almost comical with his tall figure crouching so low.

“so?”

“we are not getting a duck, satoru,” you sigh with your hands on your hips because when gojo begs like that it’s just so adorable, but the other doesn’t let up, using his blue-eyed charm on you and you hate to admit that it’s working — except maybe you would give in if it was a cat or a dog or even a hamster.

“a duck?”

gojo shoots up immediately and you’re reminded of his impending height compared to yours, “yes!”

“no!”

your boyfriend pouts again and reverts to his submission-to-you pose as tsumiki likes to call it, “pleaseee?”

you make a big dramatic out of thinking, “hm, get on your knees.”

gojo’s surprised but he does it without a second thought and you’re taken aback just a little at his obedience. if this was the way to get him to properly wash the kids’ clothes or to clean up after eating in the messiest way known to man, you’d get him to do it all the time, but you’re snapped out of your little realisation when megumi opens the door, tsumiki next to him giggling non-stop — the excursion bus probably had dropped them off on the front porch.

“what’s going on?” you’d think it was the other way round: the two siblings being the responsible adults whilst you two were acting like kids, especially with the way megumi asks the question. gojo isn’t phased.

“trying to convince your surrogate mother here,” gojo nudges his head toward you with a slight scowl on his face, “to get us a duck.” your hand lands a smack against the back of his neck.

megumi pulls a face and tsumiki only laughs even more and starts to nudge megumi with choked laughter, seeing his hands start to form a sign: his rabbit, no, divine dogs shikigami—

four ducks start materialising from shadows, crowding around the two of you and bombarding you with both quacks and playful nips on your skin and your temporary anger with your boyfriend fades, focusing on the seemingly happy faces of the ducks and the way they waddle. you’re stuck in between laughter and the softness of their feathers until—

“oh, this is their natural state, but they turn into angry, sorta scary geese on command too, although i haven’t really gotten the hang on it—”

gojo’s eyes widen, “megs, no!”

needless to say, megumi sits a little sheepishly later as he watches gojo clean up your scratches and mild wounds, getting a well-deserved (light) lecture and a kiss on the forehead later from you for discovering a new shikigami during movie night, gaining a little smile from gojo as he cuddles a sleeping tsumiki closer.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk x you #jjk drabbles #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut

[vikisbay]

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【GOJO S.】 early mornings.

A/N —> I kinda wanna make this a series… but idkk you guys tell me★彡

【chapter warning‼️】

—> suggestive

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➤ Your eyes flutter open to an annoying beeping sound, your hand reaches over to your night stand where your phone laid. Your fingers wrapped around the phone before bringing it to your line of sight.

The time read 7:30 and you had class in two hours so you decided to turn your alarm off and get out of bed, you moved your legs out of the blanket letting the cold air hit them. before you could get out of bed a large hand wrapped around your waist keeping you from leaving “stay…” a sleepy voice from behind you called out.

The deep voice made butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach, when was there someone in my bed? Your thoughts and heart raced. You turned your head slowly almost scared to see who this person could possibly be and to your surprise a beautiful white haired man laid on your bed, his head buried into one of your white pillows.

“Sweetheart… don’t leave…” it sounded as though he was falling right back asleep “Gojo?” Your voice was low and shaky, when did Satoru Gojo enter your room, better yet when did this man come into your apartment. The events of last night blurry and in the very, very back of your mind.

Before you could protest his hand yanked you back into your previous spot in bed “just a few more minutes…” his head nuzzled into your neck, what the actual fuck his hot breath pressed right under your face and his arms wrapped around your body leaving you helplessly stuck with him in bed.

Your composure was slowly slipping, but you had to act calm… or at least you would try to act calm, but just then when your mind started to calm down you realized… he wasn’t wearing a shirt…

HE WASNT WEARING A SHIRT!

Oh god now you really started panicking, an extremely hot guys was in YOUR bed without a shirt. all your thoughts came to one conclusion, a conclusion you wished and prayed wasn’t true. “G-gojo?” His body shifted under you “hmm” a low hum was his only response “I have class gojo…” you said unsure how he would react.

Would he not care? Would he let you? You barely knew this guy, because you and Shoko had a few classes together she would invite you over to her house so you had occasionally been in the same room as Gojo but you never had a full conversation with him…ever. He lifted his head to look at you, confusion plant all over his face “why…are you calling me gojo?” He raised a brow at you.

Your eyes widened “w-well that’s your name…” you stuttered, his gaze was so intense yet so soft it was intimidating yet it was caring “last night you were calling me… Satoru” he smirked. He sat up, the bedsheets that once covered his body was now laying in his lap leaving his chest exposed “w-what?” Why would you call him Satoru? And why was he still in your bed? This had to be a dream.

Right?

“Wow… your hurting me sweetheart” his smirk replaced with a frown, he put his hand over his heart leaving you more confused “I mean you were pretty drunk…” his hand reached for your face, when you pulled farther from him right out of his reach his frown deepened. You knew what all of this meant but you still wished you were wrong “so…we slept together?” Your breath hitched just thinking about it.

“Mhmm” and against your wishes the memory started flowing right back in from the back of your brain, Goj- Satoru was on top of you and his lips were all over you and then-

“Oh god”

You muttered, your hand covering your now red and hot face, no, no, no, no and NO, you slept with THE Gojo Satoru and you didn’t even mean to… well you did, you definitely knew what you were doing last night but that’s besides the point, his hand finally pressed against your cheek snapping you back into reality “so you do remember” he smiled happily.

You nodded your head slowly “so now will you say in bed with me? Just for a few minutes” one of his hands laid lazily on your waist while the other was on your cheek, he waited for your response, “maybe…maybe just a few more minutes” you knew it was a bad idea, you knew you would get attached in the end if all of this. But who cares, because he was here now and that was a good enough reason to stay with him.

— yours truly, Viki

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[gojo-mochi]

Dear, Gojo Satoru, 

You are so loved

SYN: Gojo doesn’t like celebrating his birthday but this year you want to make it special…

CW: My own headcanons on Gojo’s personality and childhood. Established Relationship. Fluff with a bit of angst. Geto is a teacher in this, Mimiko and Nanako are his adopted daughters but not sorcerers or students. Haibara is here too. The Gangs are here folks :,) 

WC:3.6k

Despite being annoying and seemingly self-centered, with his “List your favorite things about Gojo Satoru game”, Gojo was not one to make a big deal out of his birthday. He wasn’t one to make any deal out of his birthday at all to be honest. If never told anyone when his birthday was, Geto and Shoko had to find out by snooping through the school files since they couldn’t wring it of Gojo himself. And even after that, Gojo would avoid mentions of his birthday and find some way to be out of town or disappear on Dec 7th. His friends gave up trying to throw him any kind of party after a couple of years, opting to just give him sweets or buy him something small whenever the date came nearby. 

Geto found out the reason once when he and Gojo decided to get wasted on some fruity cocktails after a mission, it had to do with Gojo’s upbringing in the Gojo clan. Being the first sorcerer in centuries to inherit both the Limitless and the Six Eyes cursed technique, marked him as special from day one. This had both perks and troubles, though the troubles affected Gojo a lot more than his cheery personality let on. Having a bounty placed on your head as a young age makes you wary and on edge combined with having the weight of the entire clan resting on your shoulder and being showered in praise everyday would mess with anyone’s head. 

During this one night drunken stupor, Gojo ranted on about how his childhood’s birthdays usually ended in some assassin trying to kill him or the clan setting up something super long and fancy with nothing that he liked so he just ends up running away from home for a while whenever his birthday would pass until the clan stopped celebrating it. Geto didn’t bring this up to Gojo the day after but he did pass it along to his other friends so they knew what was up, Nanami and Shoko took it well but Haibara was sad that Gojo never got a real happy birthday, but they left him alone about it. 

Now you, after knowing Gojo for a couple of years now and dating him for half those years, also learned this information after you got into a huge fight with Gojo on how he never told you about his birthday and why he always leaves you alone that day. Gojo was never good at confronting you with emotional stuff, always pretending to put on a happy face or joke about it and this was almost the straw that broke your relationship. It was when you slammed the door right in Gojo’s face and left him with no contact for a full week did he break down and go to Geto to ask him how to fix his relationship with you. 

Gojo teleported right into your apartment, burning a permanent mark in the carpet that made you lose your deposit. However, you easily forgave him for that and the whole birthday thing when you saw he wasn’t wearing his usual blindfold, his bright blue eyes dulled and marred by deep eye bags. Matching your own redden and sullen eyes from the days you've been crying after being apart from Gojo for so long. That night Gojo held you in his arms while you sat in his lap as he told you tales of his childhood and his reasoning for not celebrating his birthday. 

Your relationship got stronger after this ‘fight’, however you secretly swore that the next time Gojo’s birthday came around it would be a better one. And this year was the year that you start to set your plan into motion, gathering everyone up and telling them your idea weeks before December hits. Gojo knew you were up to something but trusted you enough to not pry too deep into it even though he did annoy both Geto and Shoko a lot about it. It was the same routine this year with Gojo, he ended up taking a mission faraway from Tokyo, leaving on a flight on the night of Dec 6th. 

“Toru!” You ran and jumped on his back, barely stumbling him over as his arms reached back to steady you. You giggled as you pushed your face in his snowy locks of hair, running your hands up his undercut. Taking in the soft scent of musk, coconut shampoo, and some peppermint that Gojo has been snacking on lately. Gojo’s hands squeezed your ass a bit as he pushed you up further on his back, your arms gently wrapping around his neck. Gojo still made plans with you on the afternoon of Dec 6th, spending some time with his lovely partner, before heading over to his flight. 

The two of you were heading over to spend some time in the park, walking around with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, admiring all the early Christmas decorations, the snowfall, and just enjoying being around each other’s presence. You were still clinging on to Gojo’s back as he walked up to the hot cocoa truck and ordered two drinks, his was topped with extra whipped cream, a toasted marshmallow, sprinkles, and caramel sauce. You climbed off his back to grab your drink and in return Gojo grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. It was sort of a tradition now for the both of you to wear only one glove when it was cold out.

It happened one night after Gojo complained that he couldn’t feel or touch you when you kept on bundling up more and more in the cold weather. He pouted extra hard when telling you that he even turned off his infinity to be able to touch you and you were here being cozy and warm and denying him of his right. So you compromised by forgoing one glove so he would be able to freely feel you, skin on skin, his thumb just lightly pressing down on your wrist every so often so he could feel your heartbeat. To know that you’re alive and still here with him, he lost so many people over his life, he almost lost Suguru once too. 

He couldn’t even bare the thought of losing you somehow, or anyone he grew close to over the years. This made Gojo extra clingy sometimes with his actions even though his words may not convey the seriousness of his feelings. Especially when he tends to hide his true feelings behind a cheery smile and jokes. He did it both times with Yuuta and Yuji when they were both facing the imminent threat of execution, saying it so casually like he didn’t care whether or not they lived or died but still fighting with the elders and putting his own neck on the line of these kids. The worst ‘prank’ he did was keeping the fact that Yuuji was still alive a secret after that whole prison fiasco for so long, only to have Yuuji pop up out of a box during the exchange event like everything was fine. 

You and Geto scolded him extra long that day, you smile and laugh remembering about it now but you can’t really remember the last time you saw Gojo express any sort of negative emotions. Other than when he forehead flicks Ichiji or says that he’s going to kill the elders, Gojo always bouncing around acting like a fool. A fool who has so much responsibility weighing down on his shoulder, a strong fool who barely has anyone who can understand his pain. You squeezed his hand tightly as these thoughts flood your mind, Gojo tilts his head down at you, sipping at his overly sweet hot cocoa, whipped cream staining his upper lips. 

“What’s wrong? Your drink not good? Told you, you should have gotten the ‘Satoru’s Special’ instead.”

He then obnoxiously slurps on his own drink, not caring about the temperature of it at all. You roll your eyes at him, beckoning him to bend down a bit so you could wipe off his cream mustache with your thumb. Gojo opted to wear his sunglasses instead of his blindfold during this date so you could see his white eyelashes flutter down at you. A small hum forming from the back of his throat as he felt your soft touch, he grabbed your wrist after you were done cleaning off the whipped cream. Swirling his tongue on your digit and popping it in his mouth, a more guttural groan forming this time as he tasted both the sweet treat and you on his tongue. 

You had to pry your hand back from Gojo’s grip on you, reminding you that you were both still very much in public right now. He quipped back that he could easily just teleport you away or lower down a veil as well. You finally got your hand back and wiped away his remaining spit on his shirt, eliciting a whine from Gojo. Still pouting even after you still went to hold hands with him again. “You know the last time you put down a veil without permission for some..’fun time’, we both got chewed out heavily by Yaga over it.” You shivered recalling how Yaga made both of you kneel with buckets of water on your head as punishment. 

It reminded you of how Gojo used to get you into trouble back in your Jujutsu tech student’s days and you ended up getting punished along with Gojo for most of it. Megumi, Inumaki, and Nobara took so many pictures that day, they even printed it out to put in the yearbook. You shake your head fondly at that memory of your students. Gulping down your hot cocoa as you look over to your snowy-hair boyfriend. “My drink is fine by the way, much better than that sugar trap you call the ‘Satoru’s Special’.” Gojo let out a dramatic gasp, waving his drink around wildly. 

“And how would you know! You haven’t even tried it yet!”

“Satoru, my nose is getting assaulted from how much sugar is in that thing, I can tell that one sip would kill anyone who isn’t you.”

“Well, obviously, I am the strongest after all”

There it was, that line, that stupid line, ‘The strongest’, Geto stopped using that line right after he saved Mimiko and Nanako in that village. He knew that just having strength wasn’t enough to save everyone he wanted. You weren’t sure why Gojo kept on using that title, if he even still really believed it or not, if he ever believed it. Your chest tightens a bit and you let out a sigh, trying not to let your thoughts overwhelm you and ruin your date right now. You both finished your drinks and threw them away, walking hand in hand to the middle of the park where a giant Christmas’s tree was propped up with full decorations. 

They even had a fake Santa guy to take pictures with in front of it. Gojo quickly tugged on your hand and made you wait in line for pictures as well. As soon as you got to the front of the line, Gojo tore away from you and jumped onto Santa’s lap. You walked slowly behind him, covering your mouth to stop giggles from coming out. The Santa patted Gojo on the back and asked his usual questions. 

“Ho-ho-hooo.. Um, what do you want for Christmas this year, um my child?”

“I want everyone in the whole wide world to know how great I am!”

“I want them all to sing the “Gojo Satoru is super great” song! It goes something like this..” 

Gojo started clapping his hands and singing his fake song as you walked up to stand beside Santa, posing for the camera man with a wide smile. 

Click

You thanked Santa and the Elf cameraman and dragged your boyfriend off as you went to grab the polaroid. Snorting loudly at the scene set captured, Gojo happily clapping and singing in Santa’s lap who has a soft grimace on his face with you on his side, posing for the camera. You tucked the photo away as Gojo gets a call from Ichiji, Gojo's face drops a bit and he starts to rub small circles on your pulse point. You knew that meant that Ichiji was coming to pick him up for his flight. You walked to the pick up point in silence, hand in hand, shoulders occasionally bumping into each other. The bitter winter air blew past you, you unconsciously scooted closer to Gojo who swung his arm around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. 

His hand grabbed on tightly to the back of your outfit, his nose shoved deep in your hair as he inhaled your scent, wanting to take every piece of you he could with him before he departed. You hear the sound of Ichiji’s car pulling up and then soon after feel your chin being grabbed and tug forward into a heated kiss with Gojo. HIs lips laid over yours feverishly, no tongue, just a long and hard kiss like Gojo was trying to meld you two together at this point. Remembering the outline of your lips, the way your breath hitches a bit as he his hands roams around, how you tasted, how you smelt, everything about you. 

Love so encompassing and overwhelming that it almost felt like you could drown in it, that's what Gojo’s love was like when he held nothing back. Even though this was a normal out of country trip for Gojo he always says goodbye like it was his last one. He pulls away with a final smooch on your forehead and one last squeeze. You held back tears, almost forgetting your gift to him as he opened the car door. 

“Ah, wait! I have something for you.”

Your hands shaked as you pulled out a bunch of letters from your bag. 

“I know that you don’t like celebrating.. Tomorrow.. But I managed to get some people to write you some letters, you know, writing things about “What makes Gojo Satoru so great?”” 

You let out an awkward chuckle at the end, Gojo’s eyes blink at you once, twice, before he took the letters from your hands. Kissing your freezing knuckles as he took off his one glove and put it on your hand. “Thank you, my love, truly…” He gulped down, looking up at you, his bright eyes conveying words left unspoken in his throat. You tug on his glove and walk away from the door, waving goodbye to him and Ichiji with a smile. “Make sure to only read the letter while you're on the plane, alright?” Gojo nods and Ichiji waves back to you, closing the door they both head off the airport. 

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On the plane, Gojo sat manspread in his first class seat, fiddling with the letters in his hands almost nervously. Like he was inspecting a bomb instead, flipping them over and around, looking for anything. He watched the clock tick down until it hit 12:00am on Dec 7th. You didn’t tell him to open the letters on his birthday but he just felt that it was right. Steeling himself he ripped open the first letter. 

Yo! Gojo-Sensei!

Happy birthday and whatnot! I wanna thank you again for saving my life! I’m so freaking happy to have one of the strongest as my teacher! I hope your birthday is as cool as you are! 

-  Yuuji

Hey dumbass-Sensei,

Happy birthday, I would have gotten you something but Geto told me you don’t like getting gifts so I just spent the money on a new dress instead~ We should go back to Harajuku again and take poses and post them online. I got so many new followers last time but most of them kept on asking if you were single. Anyway I guess one thing good about you is your sense of style,I guess.

Love, Nobara

Hey, Gojo-sensei, 

This is Megumi, Happy Birthday and all that. Have a safe trip as well, though you probably don’t need that. Thank you for taking care of me and Tsumiki for all these years. I might not say it enough but I do care about you. Don’t use this letter against me, I’ll deny ever writing it. Anyway,  thank you, Satoru. 

Signed, Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru!

Happy Birthday! You’re kind of a dumb teacher but you’re super strong still. Yaga likes to talk about you a lot and by talk I mean he likes to retell memories of you as a rowdy student. I remember a lot of them being told as my bedtime stories, so thank you for helping me sleep when I was a young cub! 

Panda ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Hey, Satoru

Happy Birthday and all that. Not good at this touchy feeling crap so don’t expect a lot from me. But thank you for taking me in as your students and believing in me even though I don’t have any cursed energy. And for fighting the elders and higher ups on my behalf too, even though I could do that myself. You’re pretty good for being a pain in the butt to everyone. 

From, Maki

Okaka,

Bonito Flakes… Just kidding, Happy Birthday, Sensei. I remember when you first got introduced to me as a teacher. I thought ‘Wow, he seems like an idiot.’ and you are to be fair. But you’re still my teacher, so I guess I’m stuck with you. You’re pretty good at bringing people together, all the students here are really nice and smart, unlike you. So, thanks for that. 

Salmon, Inumaki

Happy Birthday! Gojo-Sensei!

Dear, Gojo-Sensei,

Happy Birthday! I was told that you don’t like celebrating your birthday? I understand that, I haven’t really celebrated my own birthday until I got here and met everyone. It was usually just me and Rika alone on my birthday but now I have everyone here around me! Last year Maki-san and Inumaki-san even tried to bake me a cake, haha! I’m sure you remembered how that turned out, still I am truly grateful to know some such strong and special people. That includes you too! So, thank you for saving me and looking over me. 

From, Yuuta

Happy Dec 7th, You already know how I feel about you, right? Ah my annoying friend, you give us a lot of headaches, you know that? I swear you like doing it on purpose, it almost makes me want to start smoking again, these eyebags are partially your fault, also, you know. Still, I know that I wouldn’t trade you for anything else, so thanks for being a good friend still after all these years, you dork. 

With Love, Shoko

Gojo-senpai!!

Hey, Hey! Happy Birthday! You and Geto-senpai are some of the coolest senpais I could ask for! I promise that I’ll be a Grade-1 sorcerer and catch up to Nanami soon, just watch me! I swear that these muscles aren’t just for show, haha! Thank you for saving me that one time, by the way! I haven’t forgotten about it, and I’ll repay you back someday, I swear! 

Signed, Haibara!

Dear, Gojo-san, 

I wish you a safe trip, please come back alive at least. You know you got people here that care about you a lot. I suppose I’m included in that group of people too. *Insert Nanami sigh here* I haven’t mentioned it before but thank you, Satoru, for pulling me out of work and back into being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. While both are still absolute shit jobs, I do prefer this one since there are people I care about more here. You’re good for being persistent and annoying, aren’t you? 

Signed Nanami

Yo, Satoru!

Don’t know what I can say here that I already haven’t said to your face, to be honest. You’re still quite as annoying as the first day we met. And I’m kinda glad you still are, that dumb grin on your face is something special, truly, Satoru. It saved me more times than I could count. Thank you for not giving up on me and saving not only me but Nanako and Mimiko as well. Don’t worry about them, they’ll warm up to you soon, I hope-haha. They’re just get a bit jealous that you take so much of my attention away and it doesn’t help that I talk about you quite a lot to them, oh well. Happy Birthday, Satoru, I’m glad you were born. 

Yours Truly, Suguru

Dear, Satoru

First off let me say, when I first saw you, I was not impressed. Wipe that pout off your face, alright? I know, I know, but I came around in the end, didn’t I? Heh, you're just so overpowering and overwhelming, I had the wrong idea about you but now I know better. I know what a kind and loving man you are. How sunshine just seems to follow you around, wherever you go. How you put your whole heart into everything that you do. I love you, Satoru, I truly do with all my heart. I want you to know that, and know that people around you love you so much as well. Please, live well, Satoru. We love you. 

<3

#softy talks to you​ (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;) #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy writes #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo bday <3 #YES IT SAPPY LEAVE ME ALON

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Yandere shoko Ieiri

(jujutsu kaisen)

I'm actually tired of having yan!gojo and yan!geto like give me some possessive yan! Shoko too. She comes in the the group too. And personally i think she'll be more manipulative than geto and more possessive than gojo . So enjoy some possessive manipulative yan!shoko.

Also thank you for 200 followers i never thought I'd gain this much(⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ.

Pairing: Yandere possessive shoko x Gn!reader.

Tw: yandere themes , suggestive ( not full explicit) themes, dark, stalking, somnophill shoko, disturbing graphics , Gore

"Sho... I'm sorry it's was my fault"

"Hmm what else "

"i shouldn't have yelled at you you were just trying to protect me".

"Hm..come here" shoko said as she opened her arms for you. You straight went into you're best friend welcoming arms and stick to her side , there was also her other friends gojo and geto as they gave you a 'wtf are you look'. Well not their fault as shoko never introduce her friends ever.

You're dating someone shoko" gojo satoru you assumed because of his white hair asked. "Um no she's my best friend...btw hello I'm y/n"

"Well hello sweetcheeks I'm goj-"

Yandere shoko who glares at gojo for even trying to call you a nickname . She tightens her grip on you when you said she's just your best friend.

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Yandere shoko who hated every time you call her your best friend instead of lover.

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Yandere shoko who without hesitation pay for your bills. She says she's just a normal medical student but you sometime doubt that.

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Yandere shoko who touches so gentle but all over you that you always shivers , she roamed her hand all over your body when you guys hug.

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Yandere shoko who stabbed and pluck out a guys eyes out because he was continuously looking at you at a party .

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Yandere shoko who threatened gojo and geto to not ever come for you or she'll seriously harm them.

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Yandere shoko have a spare key of your house because you gave her and said 'now that we're bffs you should have this' . She uses this key to get in your house at night and watches you sleep.

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Yandere shoko who light trace the silhouette of you body when your asleep and traces her hand between your thighs.

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Yandere shoko who sedates you with a sleeping drug when you're asleep and then slips her tongue in your mouth because you accidentally slept with your mouth open a bit .

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Yandere shoko who take your panties and masturbates with it while your just sleeping in front of her. She takes some dirty pairs from your laundry too with her.

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Yandere shoko who offers to sleep with you when you confront her about your missing thing and feeling of being watched, so you can feel safe.

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Yandere shoko who is the BIGGEST somnophill ever .

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Yandere shoko who killed a girl who recently tried to befriend you . She watched as you stood shocked seeing her in blood.

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Yandere shoko who offers you a maddening grin and says

" Now noone will come between us bunny , we're Bound together, forever, for eternity and after"

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere shoko ieiri #yan! shoko #jujutsu kaisen yandere #yandere jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk manga #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk shoko #yandere #yancore #dark #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you

[strwbrrybxn]

cw & tw: pet loss under the cut bc i've been reading loving reaper by jenny jinya on webtoons and it has inspired this.

neighbor!nanami who's concerned when you disappear for two weeks after your little date.

neighbor!nanami who thought maybe the kiss goodnight had scared you away.

neighbor!nanami thinks you might be ghosting him, but why would you when you live next door?

neighbor!nanami doesn't see you on the balcony, nor do you come to answer the door when he knocks.

neighbor!nanami notices the lack of bark from the other side of the wall; the laughter and the "stop it, kai" no more faintly filling his living room.

neighbor!nanami who hasn't seen you leave your apartment, or even hear you through the paper thin walls.

neighbor!nanami who, after two weeks, hears the quiet click of the door as he steps out into the hall.

you're standing there, gripping a small urn in your hands and a collar between your fingers. your eyes are vacant, staring off at the blank space on the door.

neighbor!nanami decides not to bother you, watching you open the door and step inside. he'll let you come to him when you're ready.

neighbor!nanami is startled awake at 2am by his phone ringing and answers without looking.

"I was asleep, Goj—"

"sorry. I-I'll call you ba—"

he doesn't give you a moment to hang up, speaking your name quietly. he hears the rustling of leaves in the background, the trees dancing with the wind outside. he takes it you're on your balcony.

neighbor!nanami doesn't waste time climbing out of bed and onto the balcony.

neighbor!nanami sees you sitting under the moonlight, holding the same urn from earlier and the collar sitting on the outdoor glass table.

neighbor!nanami climbs over the little wall that split your balconies, taking a seat in the chair beside you.

"he was pretty old, you know," you whisper, eyes on the trees above you. "but he was a great dog, a great friend." you sigh, the tears in your eyes and a soft smile on your face as you tilt your head back down to look at neighbor!nanami, who doesn't speak.

he met kai a few times; when he would wag his tail and bark as nanami would take back the emptied bentos. the gray hairs around his eyes always made the shepherd look elderly, but he was much more lively in his old age.

"kai always loved this one path we would take, near a lake," you say after a moment, taking the time to wipe those tears away. "would you like to come with me to spread some of his ashes?"

nanami nods after a moment because he realizes...

he isn't just your neighbor anymore. he had slowly become your person.

#neighbor nanami #nanami kento #cw pet loss #tw pet loss #nanami #nanami jjk #🍓 writes #nanami x reader #jjk

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Writing a Nanami fluff based off these prompts I found cuz it just seemed way too cute. And I could literally see gojo and nanami going back and forth about this lmaoo

Nanami Kento x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Nanami Kento takes his job too seriously. He doesn’t like to bring emotions or any personal matters into work. However, his coworker, Gojo Satoru, it tired of seeing him in denial, wasting his opportunity to just be with you already.

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

“Alright. I think that’s everything. I should go file these away now.” You chimed as you collected the last few papers from you’re coworker, Nanami.

“You don’t have to do those you know. I could do it for you. You shouldn’t take on more of a workload than you need to.” He says gently.

“Are you questioning my ability to handle my own job, Kento?” You tease him, a small smile on your face. Nanami quickly becomes flustered, worried he offended you. Scrambling over his words to try and fix his mistake. Make it more clear about what he intended.

You laugh at him, placing a hand on his chest as reassurance. “I’m joking, Kento. Thank you for the offer but I got this. Plus, you’re no longer a business man, right? Wouldn’t want you filing paper work again. Could bring back nightmares.” You tease once more, giving his chest a small pat.

Nanami hoped you couldn’t feel his heart about to beat out of his chest. Your presence alone was enough to make his stomach a swarm of butterflies. But your laugh, god your laugh. It was enough to give him a heart attack right on the spot. How much smaller your hand felt in comparison to his chest. The fact that you felt so comfortable to touch him to begin with. You were driving him mad.

“Alright see you two later!” You call out, waving your hand goodbye as you twirl on your heel to make your way back into the building to deal with the reports of your latest mission.

Two? Who was two? Nanami questioned to himself. He was so entranced by you that he’d forgotten that Gojo was also there. His body becomes rigid again, finally remembering that his coworker was there the entire time to witness all that. Hopefully that blindfold of his actually partially blinded him.

Gojo, however, had witnessed it all. But it barely fazed him at this point. He was more agitated than anything. He’s been watching his two coworkers practically flirt on the down-low for how long now? He’s lost count! But he was tired of seeing it and nothing happening. A slick smile stretching across his face as he couldn’t help but think of a way to irritate his favorite coworker.

“If there’s nothing going on there, you don’t mind if I ask Y/N out, do you?” Gojo holds back his laughter.

Nanami is quick to turn to the white haired man and give him a glare.

“No.” Nanami says sternly. His emotions getting the better of him. He instantly regretted it, knowing this had practically exposed him.

“Ah, so there is something going on?” He further teases.

“There isn’t.” Nanami says sternly once again, his arms folding over his chest. “We’re just…. Coworkers.”

“Coworkers,” Gojo mocks, “Don’t look at each other that way.”

Nanami freezes for a bit. He was embarrassed that Gojo was able to see how you both looked at each other. Of course, Nanami always denied it. He refused to believe that the look in your eyes when you saw him was genuine. The way your eyes would always light up when you would absentmindedly turn your head and catch a glimpse of him. The way you couldn’t break eye contact with him even if you tried, hanging on to every word that came out of his mouth. Even if it was all about work, you always seemed so sucked into him. Not wanting to deviate you’re attention elsewhere. Because if you did, you feared he might lose his interest as well.

Gojo snickers to himself, finding it funny to see how silent the blonde man went after his statement. Gojo could clearly see the gears turning in Nanami’s head.

“You’re in denial.” Gojo sings out, clearly wanting to tease Nanami some more.

“I’m not in denial!” Nanami quickly snaps back. Feeling his cheeks starting to burn and his heart pumping fast in his chest. He goes to adjust his glasses to try and hide his blush.

Gojo laughs once more, “You’re so full of shit. Come on! You’re in love with them!” He draped his arm across Nanami’s shoulders and pats his chest with his other free hand.

Nanami keeps his arms crossed, looking straight forward as he recollects himself. Managing to get his pesky emotions in check again.

“It’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t. We just care for each other as coworkers. Possibly friends. But either way, we have a risky job. It’s just normal to care for your coworkers when one day everything could go south. It’s platonic. All the way. Nothing more. Don’t pester me about it.” Nanami starts to lose his cool again towards the end of his ramble.

He often thought about that. How you both do have a dangerous job. One day a mission could go horribly wrong. And in the worst case scnerio, the last thing he’d be able to do with you is file away your name into a forbidden cabinet forever. And live the rest of his life in regret that he never was able to tell you how crazy you made him. How he could never stop thinking about you. How he loved the way you looked up at him when he called your name. How easily your name slips from his mouth, leaving the sweetest taste behind. How desperately he just wanted to hold you in his arms and fall asleep with you like that, just to sleep in the next morning and wake up with you still next to him. Your hair messy from tossing and turning in your sleep but no matter how “unflattering” you would say you look in the morning he personally could never get enough of it.

“God, just, put us all out of our misery and admit it already.” Gojo groaned, his hands deep in his pockets, throwing his head back in defeat. Nanami was in so much denial it was now physically painful to watch.

“Us?” Nanami questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah! You two are so obvious! It’s clear to everyone that you both are absolutely head over heels for each other. It doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. Kind of giving me a headache at this point with nothing happening about it.” Gojo exclaims.

“You’re calling me an idiot?”

“If you still think that you don’t have feeling for Y/N, then yeah, absolutely.”

Nanami knew he couldn’t deny it anymore. He knew everyone could see right through him. He hated how transparent he was being but you just had that affect on him. It was hard being able to control himself around you. He felt like a stupid teenager again. Not being able to control himself around his silly little crush. Blushing like an idiot anytime you teased him or called out his name from your sweet lips. His palms getting sweaty every time you were in his presence because you made his heart pump that fast that he’d get so nervous he would start to sweat.

Nanami lets out a sigh of defeat. He looked at the ground. His mind still racking with what he should do. He didn’t want to be unprofessional and date a coworker. But he also knew that that was bullshit. Dating a coworker couldn’t go that haywire as media likes to put it, right? And he knew you both were smart. He knew your feelings for each other wouldn’t affect work. Nanami believed in you to remain professional, even if you were to give him a quick goodbye kiss before either of you left for a mission.

Gojo grabs Nanami’s shoulder and turns him to be facing one another.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t feel something for Y/N.” His blindfold still securely on his face. Nanami furrows his brows, knowing Gojo is being an idiot on purpose now.

“Your blindfold is on, idiot. I can’t look you in the eyes.”

“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, “Can’t look me in the eyes, can’t tell me you don’t like Y/N, which means you totally do!NowDoSomethingAboutIt!!!” He says quickly at the end, both of his hand gripping Nanami’s shoulders as he shakes him.

Nanami swats Gojo’s hand off his shoulders as he lets out another heavy sigh. He was no longer in denial about his own feelings, but he was still skeptical of yours. What if he had some kind of filter on you that made him think you liked him back? A filter making him believe that everything you did was an act of love because that’s what he wanted to believe. That’s what he wanted from you because of his stupid little crush on you. Nanami didn’t want to risk making things awkward between the two of you. Even if you two were only friends for the rest of your lives, at least he’d still have you in his life. He didn’t want to risk it.

“Y/N’s everything to me. Everything I ever wanted,” he sighs again, now looking at his coworker, “I don’t want to risk losing them as a friend.”

Gojo could see the pain and conflict in Nanami’s face. He voice lowering and becoming more serious. “You really don’t see it, do you? You know that’s not the case. Y/N adores you.” He places a hand on Nanami’s shoulder once more. Slightly squeezing it as reassurance. Gojo was always goofy, but he knew when to be serious. He knew that this could be a lot on Nanami. Gojo wanted to make sure that Nanami knew that he had his back. He would never set up his friend for failure like that.

“Opening up, and being vulnerable about your feelings can be extremely hard, I get that, Nanami. I understand the worries that you have. But trust me, it hurts far more worse to have never told that person how you truly felt about them. To live the rest of your life thinking that maybe something could have happened. A relationship could have been there in place of the stupid euphoric jitters you get of being near your crush. Yeah, there’s no guarantee of the future. But stressing over it makes it worse. Because then you’ll get stuck in the past of what you could have done better. We’re only given once chance during present time, so we always got to make it count. And if you don’t go into that building, right now, and tell Y/N how you feel. You will regret it.”

Nanami was moved by Gojo’s words. He’s never seen him more serious before. He looks down and gives a slight nod. “Thank you…” he says quietly, almost inaudible. Gojo smiles and pats the blonde’s shoulder. Nanami starts to run towards the building you had disappeared into earlier.

Nanami runs up the steps, hoping you hadn’t gone home yet. He needed to catch you right here and right now.

You had just finished filing away the paperwork and were now walking down the hallway, thinking about what you could have for dinner.

Heavy footsteps quickly making their way up the stairs as you were still stuck in your thoughts. You turn to start to making your way down the stairs when you almost collide with someone else.

“Oh!” You exclaim as you stumble back. “I’m so sorry!” You chime out, apologizing to whomever you almost crashed in to.

“Y/N… you’re still here…” Nanami lets out between small breathes.

“Oh! Kento! It’s you!” You say happily. Butterflies starting to flutter in your stomach and chest.

“I… I need to tell you something…” Nanami lets out quietly. His ears and cheeks burning as he grew more and more nervous.

He steps up the stairs so that he’s on the same floor as you. Standing extremely close as he looks down at you. You look up at him, wondering what he wanted to talk about. His arms twitch at his sides, holding back the urge to hold you in his embrace.

He removes his glasses and stows them away into his pockets as he starts to stumble over his words. He brings his hand to the back of his neck to try and soothe his nerves.

“I’ve just been thinking lately... Um…I’m struggling to find the words…” he scoffs to himself, smiling slightly, embarrassed with how shy he was acting. His eyes avoiding your gaze.

“It’s alright…” you let out quietly. “I’m not in a rush. I want to hear what you have to say.”

Nanami’s heart flutters. He loves how patient you always were, especially with him.

“Do you think that this, us…” he talks quietly, now bold enough to meet your gaze, “do you think that it could be something more?”

You were taken aback. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He confessed right now, right? Just now? That was a confession? Your crush just asked you to be… more??

“More…” you repeated back in a daze. “Like… more than friends? As in… date…?”

Nanami started to grow more nervous. This wasn’t a rejection was it?

“Yes…” he nods. “I think I’m falling in love with you…” without thinking, his hands are drawn to you. His larger hand holds onto your arm as the other pushes aside stray hairs to cup your face. His face getting dangerously close to yours.

“In love with me…?” You repeat again, your eyes now locked on his lips.

“Very much…” he whispers back, his warm breath touching your burning cheeks.

Your hands slide up his chest as you feel your heart racing. How long it was taking him to just kiss you already felt like a painful tease. Your hands continue to glide up Nanami, finally reaching around his neck and into his hair.

“God, just kiss me already…” you let out barely above a whisper, moving yourself closer into him so you could close the space between your lips. Both melting into the warm embrace of each other. Sparks starting in your lips and traveling to the rest of your body. It felt like sparks and butterflies in your head, taking over any coherent thoughts. Nanami’s strong arms take hold of you even tighter, deepening the kiss. You both release with a smack as you both let out small heaves of breath.

He moves hair out of your face again as his thumb gently glide against your cheek. A wide smile stretching across his face and nothing but adoration in his eyes. He starts to laugh a little, getting shy once more. Nanami tucks his head into your shoulder to hide his goofy smile and embarrassing blush as you laugh along with him.

“I was making plans for dinner if you wanted to join me…” you say softly. Nanami places an innocent kiss on your neck, “I would love to…”

#jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento fluff #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #kento nanami x reader

[threadbaresweater]

Who would have thought Miguel would be the hero of the story 😭

ahhhhh, it's not (goj)over yet! 😂😂

(I don't personally think gojo will be back, but at this point it's more and more likely with each chapter...)

#still a little sad that kusakabe didn't manage to stay on his feet a little longer #but we'll see

[angryborzois]

im bored so i'm gonna start drawing parallels between raison detre and gojos past arc 💀

i think the first part is getou's part and the second part is gojo's part and the third part is the two of them as a duo (parts of the third part I marked with red and blue as well but anything after purple is the third part)

(I'm sorry if the colors make it hard to read I didn't know how else to split the sections without it looking awkward)

Also this gets progressively sloppier as the song goes on so yeah..

漂うこの空気にストップ ただ矛盾を抱いている | Stop in this drifting air / I'm just harboring a contradiction

今更猛スピードでスタート切ったって | Even if I took off dashing from the start line now

どうやったって追いつきゃしないぜメーデー | I wouldn't be able to catch up no matter what I do, mayday

This part represents the rift Getou felt after Gojo who became the strongest (also the contradiction part matches Getou's wavering philosophy)

強がりに嫌気がさしている | I'm tired of acting tough

弱音も吐けないままでいる 弱音も吐けないままでいる I'm still unable to whine / I'm still unable to whine

Pretty self-explanatory lmaoo.

損得のものさしでぽいって捨てられ | Thrown away by the measure of profit and loss

I think this part would represent people like Riko and Mimiko + Nanako

よそいきの顔してまたやり過ごす | I go through it again with a nonchalant face

Although I put nonchalant here (lol google translate), it means to act polite and well-mannered. This is basically what Getou did; despite seeing the same bullshit play out over and over again, he told himself to bear the burden of being the strong and forced himself to stay grounded and act well-rounded as an ideal server of society.

存在もないようなもんだ 誰もわかっちゃいないや | It's like I don't exist / nobody gets it

This part relates to how most people aren't aware of his existence and importance of his job as a sorceror. Even more, nobody would understand the pain of his cursed technique; even to those who do know him.

感情論に縋ってなんて憚れば堕ちる | If I cling to an emotional argument and hesitate, I'll fall

Okay this part was hard to translate lmao. I wrote emotional argument, but the word basically means to go along with your emotions rather than hard sound logic. It can also be used to describe the manner of the action of an emotional or impulsive person. But anywho this is basically what Getou did. Look, it makes sense in my head but I don't know how to explain without writing up a whole essay. And anyways he fell.

だけど 夢に目覚めた君は何をみるの | But what do you, who awakened in a dream, see?

I think this sounds like Getou asking Gojo after the latter unlocked his full potential

最低な日を超えて 最善の成る方へ | Overcoming the worst days / Going toward the best way

どうしたんだ 期待なんてもうしてられないから | What's wrong / I can't keep having expectations anymore

その時をじっと待っている | I'm waiting patiently for that time

曖昧な視界に立って 際限のない方へ | Standing at the vague view / Toward the limitless

こんな気持ちさえも捨てきれないのなら | If you can't even throw away these feelings

混ざって混ざって生まれ変わるまで | Mixing / mixing / until we're reborn

終わらない夢を | This endless dream

These parts symbolize Gojo in a lot of ways, like how he was forced to move on toward a future he wanted to achieve with his friend but now has to achieve alone; chasing a dream that suddenly feels unclear to him as he realizes that despite the fact he was the strongest, he was unable to save the person closest to him. However, I also think this closely matches Getou trying to pursue an unclear dream that he justified himself upon after he massacred the village.

従わないことでしか 忌み嫌われることでしか | Only by being disobedient / only by being hated

Gojo acts against the higher-ups out of spite for what they didn't do for the students when they should've. He wants them to hate him; he wants them to remember him; he wants to get back at them and leave an impression. (This sounded better in my head).

焦りだけでは満たされない ありのままなど見せたくはないね | I don't want to show my true self that won't be satiated with only panic

ヘラヘラと今日も笑っている | I continue to laugh pathetically today

弱音も吐けないままでいる 弱音も吐けないままでいる I'm still unable to whine / I'm still unable to whine

This part is literally just Gojo in a nutshell lmao. He continues to laugh and go on, but really, he's just shattered on the inside.

詭弁に振る舞う 自己暗示さえ | Even the self-affirmation of sophistry

真実に拘る 必要もない | There's no need to fixate on the truth

裏切ってしまいそうな今日が かける言葉もないな | The today that seems like it might betray me / I don't have any words to give

金輪際もう一生なんて憚れば堕ちる | If I hesitate and say I'll never lead a life again, I'll fall

だけど 答えなど待っても君に会えやしないと | But even if I waited for an answer, I wouldn't be able to meet you

Okay lmfao this part is pretty complicated but I can say this part definitely--even if Gojo waited and waited to figure out the reason behind Getou's actions, in the end, it would be pointless, and either way he wouldn't be able to go back in time to right things. And either way, he wouldn't be able to meet the him that he knew and loved anymore. The self-affirmation part does tie in with Gojo making himself move on and tell himself he's the strongest, although personally, I don't believe he can see himself as the strongest without Getou by his side anymore.

相対 武器をとって 感情の鳴る方へ | Relatively we take up our arms and go in the direction our emotions ring

こんな気持ちさえも捨てきれないのなら | If you can't even throw away these feelings

混ざって混ざって生まれ変わるまで | Mixing / Mixing / Until we're reborn

終わらない夢を | This endless dream

I'm kinda too lazy to do this part lol

足りないものばかりの僕ら | Us, who are full of lacking things

The duo...

外見だけ取り繕った | I only patched up my appearance

続かないことに苛立った | I got irritated that things didn't continue

他人を見下し嗤ったんだ | I looked down on others and laughed

そうしないと もう僕の心は壊れてしまうから | If I don't, my heart will break

本当はもうわかってるんだ | But really, I already know

期待されない人生だ | I'm living a life where nobody expects anything from me

Getou reflecting on his past, but at the same time this works perfectly fine for Gojo as well

根拠もないあの日のような | Just like that day without evidence

The day Riko died, the day Getou chose his path, the day Getou and Gojo parted ways, etc.

真っすぐな瞳は | The straightforward eyes

だけど 夢に目覚めた君は何をみるの | But what do you, who awakened in a dream, see?

Getou questioning Gojo probably

最低な日を超えて 最善の成る方へ | Overcoming the worst days / Going toward the best way

どうしたんだ 期待なんてもうしてられないから | What's wrong / I can't keep having expectations anymore

その時をじっと待っている | I'm waiting patiently for that time

曖昧な視界に立って 際限のない方へ | Standing at the vague view / Toward the limitless

こんな気持ちさえも捨てきれないのなら | If you can't even throw away these feelings

混ざって混ざって生まれ変わるまで | Mixing / Mixing / Until we're reborn

This part I already explained earlier

終わらない夢を | This endless dream

その先の君を | [And] to you, ahead of it

THIS PART. THIS PART. IT'S LIKE A MESSAGE TO GETOU. crying

#angryborzois rambles #take this with a grain of salt

[theladyjssem]

I need to draw my top bg3 characters. I have four, but I have two I have played for a while, and one I just started and have fallen in love with.

So my 4th character is an elven bard together with my husbeast and one of our friends. Yes, that's 3 bards. We have embraced chaos with these characters. I have a video of all three of them playing their different instruments to the same song because why the heck not xD. I don't know her personality too much but I'm goj g to try to make her rather mercurial.

My solo character is Kherza. She is a Seladrine drow warlock with a pact to the old ones. I've played her the longest, and she is funny, positive, and upbeat. She is a sunny soul, and everyone in my group has positive feelings towards her despite her rather altruistic personality. She doesn't shy from a fight, will lie, cheat, and kill if she needs to and knows she can't control everything, but she's going to try her hardest. She also tends to be too trusting with earnest folks (I'm looking at you, Volo). She has fallen hard for Gale and Halsin. She loves how romantic they both are and how they both know how to have fun, even when things are grey. She can talk to both of them about the nature of the world and magic and learn new things from both with Gale bringing her head up to the clouds and Halsin keeping her solidly on the ground. Oh, and she always casts speak with animals first thing in the morning as soon as she wakes up. Karlach and Kherza get along like a house on fire.

My second character is my tiefling moon druid, Hepatica, who is best friends with my husbeast's character Skaagi, a tiefling rogue. Hepa is brave, willing to do whatever she can for what she believes is right, patient, take charge but easy going. She has to clean up all of Skaagi's messes (Shadowheart's dislike of both of them a glaringly obvious example). She will listen and learn, but once her mind is made up, it's hard to change it. She is a lesbian, and as soon as she met Karlach, it was love at first sight for both of them. The femme to Karlalch's more butch. They protect each other and fight side by side in a team that is hard to beat. They haven't solved Karlach's heating issues yet, but they are both eager to do so!

My last character, Shard, is the newest, but I already adore them. A nonbinary dragonborn draconic bloodline sorcerer, they are noble, thoughtful, cheeky, and a major flirt. I haven't played them long, but they are so pretty and so expressive, always smiling or smirking with a raised eye ridge. Their copper and gold scales shimmer, and their red and gold robes shine, making them stand out. Despite their noble nature, they are already getting flirty with both Astarion and Shadowheart. They will full on flirt with everyone, all the while thinking its a fun game of chicken to see who will blink first. Or see who will kiss who first. And they plan on winning. I don't know who I will pair them with, right yet, but the fact that both Shadowhesrt and Astarion are flirting with them makes me laugh. My friend's character, Fragment, is a while dragonborn ranger. He's handsome but definitely hasn't gotten the notice Shard has. Think my friend plans on romancing "the red hotness" cause we both adore her.

#ladyjssem speaks #bg3 #bg3 ocs #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 gale #bg3 halsin #drawig ideas

[srbachchan]

DAY 5877

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 21, 2024 Thu 10:09 PM

Reliving the love of the well wishers of Sunday at the GOJ .. an unending expression of affection and unstinted nearness ..

How can one ever be distant from this ..

So the imagery that was going to be posted has caused a revolt in the tumble Tumblr and feels through a very considerate message that the picture files are too large to be posted here ..

An effort shall be made to reduce the size and reprint at a later stage ..

There was method that was prescribed on how to do it , but since the still/video team has changed , the directions on the size has been a hindrance ..

Hopefully shall sort this out ..

Sometimes the validation process takes time with each possible change of gear ..

""Change of gear" embodies the essence of life's evolution. It symbolizes the dynamic flux inherent in existence, where transitions mark growth and adaptation. Philosophically, it reflects the pivotal moments when we shift perspectives, beliefs, or priorities, catalyzing personal development. These shifts propel us forward, transcending comfort zones, and embracing uncertainty. Like gears in a machine, each change interlocks with the next, propelling the journey of self-discovery. Embracing change of gear fosters resilience, agility, and a deeper understanding of our inner workings. It reminds us that stagnation is antithetical to growth, urging us to engage courageously with the ever-turning wheel of transformation."

Read and reading some of the more blank verses of Babuji .. so concise, soft and tender, limited in words but expressive in volumes .. the hesitation to express them here .. will they feel the depth of the emotion of Babuji .. will they be able to hear the sound of his soul .. will they be in consonance with the thought of his thought ..

And I wonder ..

And the time passes by .. as does thoughts and temperament of the deserving ..

Love ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan