#gojō satoru

[giuliettagaltieri]

A Bouquet of Honeysuckle

Pairing: Dad!Gojō x Lactating!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru is a baby in more ways than one.

Warning: breastfeeding, lactation kink, hint of dub/con, hungry Gojō, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink

Word Count: 1219

8 of 9

It is painfully clear to you that your husband might have developed a certain fondness to your bosom.  Or your carry-on breastaurant, as he insisted on calling them.

Whenever you nurse Satoshi, Gojō finds a way to lounge next to you, making up excuses about needing to have a conversation with you about the most tedious or ludicrous of topics.

Your bashfulness after catching his sticky gaze directed on your milky nipples, wearing off with how often it happens.

But the way you caught him staring in the gardens has done something to you.  It flattered you that your husband finds your motherhood appealing.  But the adoration he offered then was not soft, it was not sweet.

It was pure and unadulterated lust and hunger.

When he starts steering you to your shared quarters after putting Satoshi in his crib, you know you are about to see the breaking point of Satoru’s self-restraint.

You are aware that he was never good with sharing in the first place.

When Satoshi was born, you had no problems with your husband.  Your son slotted himself right in the middle of it all with no hitches.

Yet it happened twice already this week.  How your husband’s back leaves whatever it was he was leaning on to stop your son from pulling at your kimono to get to your breasts.  Gojō often manages to resume his previous position and pretend the past five seconds did not happen at all.  But he cannot shake off your startled expression.

Your baby just wanted to be fed.

You must have forgotten that Satoshi is not the only baby that you are taking care of.

Your husband, the head of your clan, the strongest sorcerer, the honored one, is now lying on his stomach, between your thighs as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Have you fallen asleep, Satoru?”  You ask, all the while attempting not to break into giggles.

You got comfortable leaning against the headboard, your back sinking on the softest of pillows that your husband insisted on buying for you while you were carrying his child.

His chin rested on your plush belly, his hooded eyes focused on the wet patch that seeped on your nursing bra.

He looks quite drunk with the subtle redness tinting at his cheekbones.

His shirt has long been discarded on the floors of your quarters.  Your kimono has been parted already.

But his vigor seemed to have evaporated from his body as he came face to face with your barely covered teats.

His mouth was not a stranger to the perky buds.  But all he has ever done was to suck on them.  Never suckle.

Gojō started with a kiss.  The simple gesture had your heartbeat doubling.

He stared at the buttons of your nursing bra and he looked at you briefly, as if trying to recall how you undid it.

Is he supposed to tug?  Will the buttons pop open right then?  He wouldn’t want to ruin them, it took a very long time for you to find a nursing bra that you were comfortable in.

Now gone tired of watching him do nothing but stare, you guide his larger hands on your bra to get his fingers to pull and with a sharp pop, your breasts come spilling out.

Gojō is in a trance.  Your already pebbled teats from months of nursing your son were quick to leak with milk, his throat has gone dry with the sight.

Your cunt clenches as his tongue lols out, drool lining his path as he haunches over you, head dipping to drag his wet appendage on your sensitive bud to catch the leaking milk.  The sight of him was incredibly primal.

“Ahh!”

Gojō pulls back, eyes wide in surprise as he watches you throw your head against the pillow.

He does not recall your teats being this sensitive.  Even when you were pregnant.

With searing curiosity pumping through his veins, he licks at the other nipple, his eyes never leaving your pleasure twisted face.

The low chuckle he makes has your spine freezing.  You were panting as you looked at him.

“Tastes good.”  He grins at you before his lips presses a smack on your lips.  The smile on his handsome face only widening as he showered your leaking buds with kitten licks.

And his supple lips form an o and captures your nipple like the ripest of cherries as he smothers your breast with his face, the plump of your breasts cushioning against his cheeks.  Your thighs immediately tighten around his torso.  As you mewl out his name, hands messing up his hair, scratching up his back and deltoids.

He was not being gentle, his lips forming a tight suction as he gulped down your milk, his hand had your breast on a tight squeeze, coaxing your lactation so he could drink more and more.

Gojō Satoru is a greedy man.

And you were the sole focus of his greed at the moment.

You were tapping his shoulder to let up, to give you a brief respite but he only slaps your hand away, an annoyed frown on his brows.  He was groaning out in pleasure from having your teat on his mouth.  Tongue darting out to lick his lips as he switches to the other breast.

You can only take it all.

And when he unbuckles his pants and his fingers hook on your panties to the side so he can slip in his cock, you erupt just from the feeling of being full.

A rumble from his chest would have startled you if only you were not sprawled on the fluffiest of cloud nines.

Gojō was relentless, but your body responds to him like it was his…and indeed it is.

One strong arm was hooked under the small of your back so he can fuck into you harder, your plush thighs creating a lewd noise as it slaps with his.  The wet noise of your cunt joins your wonton cries and Gojō’s guttural groans.

You have never seen him act in such a way, jostling you so roughly, as if moving on pure instinct.  Your cunt gushes as you watch him, breath hitching at every drag of his intensely hard cock on your soft pulsating walls.

By the time he slowed down, your lips were bloated from you chewing on it, your lashes had clumped up, and your teats were sore. You worry how you will nurse your son come morning. 

Gojō pulls out from you and watches his seed trickle between your thighs then his eyes travel to the swell of your breasts.  His cock twitches and he groans, reaching for a bottle of water and gulps it down as one hand rests possessively on your thigh.

You mewl out a protest when he turns you so you are lying on your stomach and slips a pillow under your belly to raise your hips to him.  And he slides inside you once more, his pace ever as rough, creating a bump in your belly with every thrust.  You sniffle as your sensitive buds brush on your soft pillows, your milk seeping through the fabric, creating an uncomfortable dampness.

Gojō wishes that you would never stop lactating.

Perhaps he’ll leave another bun to bake in your belly.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru smut #arranged marriage #dad gojo #lactating kink #breeding k1nk #where the blue roses grow

[shirakow]

Gojo Satoru who forgets even his own birthday.

Gojo Satoru who remembers all the important things like battle strategies, techniques, missions, etc. But can't when it comes to all things relating to himself.

Gojo Satoru who always has his students remind him that it's his special day when he gets too busy with work. It's become a regular thing.

Gojo Satoru who often looks at the puddles that form by his feet while it rains, hoping that Suguru was there to bring an umbrella over his head like he used to.

Gojo Satoru who sometimes hopes that each dangerous mission will give him the sweet release and repentance he seeks after the death of Suguru.

Gojo Satoru who puts fake blood on him and comes to Shoko acting hurt, even though she knows and just wipes it away, before Gojo walks away sulking.

Gojo Satoru who grew up way too quick and joins the games his students partake in just to feel like a kid. Is sometimes the one who initiates it because his kids also couldn't experience them.

Gojo Satoru who was good at everything, except sewing, so when Megumi was little, he'd always make matching Christmas sweaters for him, Megumi, and Tsumiki. Gojo doesn't know but Megumi kept the sweaters, even though he says he threw them away.

Gojo Satoru who definitely shoved a lemon in Sukuna's mouth when he appeared on Itadori's cheek, the king of curses almost died.

Gojo Satoru who accidentally ripped one of Nobara's skirts trying it on and flexing in them, she didn't notice because he immediately bought another one and acted like nothing happened.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk Gojo Satoru #gojo x reader #gojo imagines #gojo satoru x reader #x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo x male reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #satoru gojo #gojō satoru #. . . 𝘀𝗵𝗶.𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 ?

[arta-art]

DK

#satosugu #jjk #fan art #gojō satoru #geto suguru #my art #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #satoru gojo #wip #五夏

[aidonotknow]

「もういいわ 」

#satosugu #jjk #fan art #gojō satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #500

[yukiendlessky]

Here I am just like Nobara...

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jjk #nanami kento #nanami #nobara #呪術2期 #呪術廻戦 #anime #gojō satoru #yuji itadori #sukuna #nanamin

[blacckdiamondposts]

Caught between the Good and the Bad 2

Pairing: Gojō Satoru x f!Reader (18+) Plot: Reader gets into trouble for her little escapades with Getō Suguru. We all know what kind of punishment Gojō prefers. Tags: Smut, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Denial, Spanking, Edging, literally (Y/N)‘s brain out Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Student-Teacher Relationship (is of age!)

"I'm only going to ask you one more time," Gojō warned you, "where have you been?"

"I'm telling the truth," you groaned in annoyance.

"Alright then," Gojō turned around with a click of his tongue, "come on,"

"Where are we going?"

"The principal," Gojō replied.

You gulped at his dry response as it heavily contrasted his usual self. You furrowed your brows but followed suit, keeping quiet. Once you've reached the principal's, Gojō's eyes lingered on your back while you got questioned.

"I injured myself while I exorcised that curse, and then I passed out," you explained, "I don't really remember anything until I woke up,"

"Where did you wake up," Principal Yaga asked, cocking a brow.

"On the roof," you replied, "I don't know how I got up there,"

"I thought the whole building got searched," Yaga looked questioningly at Gojō.

"It did," he shrugged, "but she wasn't there,"

"We'll have to investigate this matter," Yaga sighed, and you felt your heart pound against your chest.

"Don't worry," Gojō grinned at the principal, "I'm already on it,"

"Alright," the principal nodded, "(Y/N) if you remember anything, let us know,"

"I will," you promised.

You followed Gojō out of the room before the latter turned around.

"Freshen up and get that checked by Shōko," he pointed to your forehead, "then I want you to meet me in the classroom,"

You nodded in reply before rushing off. About an hour and a half later, you were in front of the classroom. The door was wide open, and Gojō sat by the desk. He was leaned back in his chair, arms resting behind his head while his feet were thrown onto the desk.

"(Y/N)," his head lulled to the side as he noticed your presence, "took you long enough,"

"Sorry," you muttered.

"Come on in," he commanded, "and close the door,"

You did as you were told and approached him slowly, avoiding his gaze. You looked at everything but him, much to his dismay. Gojō dragged his feet off the desk, letting out a long sigh as he stood up, towering over your much smaller frame, "now, would you finally tell me the truth?"

"But I told you already," you retorted.

"Nu-uh, cut that shit," he wiggled his finger in front of your face, "you're the worst liar,"

"Sensei, I-," you turned your face away, earning yourself a displeased look.

"I can sense it, his presence," his voice dropped, "what happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said.

"(Y/N)," his voice dropped, which made a shiver run down your spine, "drop the act,"

A defeated sigh spilled over your lips as you lowered your gaze, fidgeting with the sleeves of your uniform, "he appeared there after I was done with the mission,"

"Why didn't you call me," Gojō questioned confusedly.

"Come on, he would've killed me right then and there," you finally looked at him.

"I would've been there in an instant, "he argued as he drew his brows together.

"And he could've killed me in an instant, "you said, to which Gojō rolled his eyes in reply.

"I passed out at one point," you continued, "when I woke up, I didn't recognize where I was,"

"But Suguru brought me back to his place and took care of my injury," you explained. And oh, how it made his blood boil to hear you casually address him.

Gojō's hand came up, and he slipped his eye mask off. His piercing blue orbs were staring into your soul. That's how it felt to you, at least, "what happened there?"

Once again, you averted your gaze, fixing it on the ground. Gojō took a step closer before he grabbed your chin. He tilted your head forcefully, making you look up at him and exposing the bruised spots on your neck. His eyes widened as they fixed on your skin's blue and purple marks. His jaw clenched, feeling the rage within himself grow.

"Did he force himself onto you," he asked.

But he wasn't stupid. He knew you. He didn't need an answer to know the truth. He could look right through you.

"Oh, (Y/N)," with his other hand, he pulled down the collar of your uniform, "you better tell me exactly what happened,"

"I was being nice up until now," his gaze found yours, "but I'm about to lose my temper,"

"Spit it out. What happened?"

There was no way of freeing yourself from his iron grip, and you were sure he'd bruise your chin with the way his fingers dug into your skin. If you weren't about to get killed by Gojō, you'd surely die out of pure embarrassment.

"It just happened," you muttered, voice barely audible.

"This doesn't just happen,"

"As I said, it just happened," you retorted, "we kissed, and one thing led to another,"

"(Y/N)," he let out a strained laugh, letting go of your chin, "I'm speechless,"

"Do you know what you did," he asked, looking at you as if you were a special-grade curse, "that was so stupid!"

"Do you understand how much trouble you could get into," his voice got louder, "you know how the higher-ups are,"

"I know," you mumbled, "I'm sorry,"

"I guess I'll have to punish you for that," Gojō looked at you through half-lidded eyes.

He grabbed your upper arm, striding towards the desk.

"W-what are you doing," you asked, eyes wide as you looked at his face.

"If you like to whore around like that," he started, "I'll have my way with you as well,"

Gojō pushed you down, bending you over his desk until your chest met the wooden surface. Your wrists were pinned against your lower back, his large hand keeping them in place. Gojō had a devilish smirk as he placed his other hand on your thigh. The way you jerked ever so lightly didn't go unnoticed by him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as his hand slowly slid up, raking your skirt.

"You better take your punishment like a good girl," he looked down at you.

"W-what," you looked over your shoulder, the heat within yourself spreading, even though you couldn't quite grasp the happenings.

Gojō clicked his tongue in displeasure as his eyes fixed on the bruises on your butt, "is there a place he didn't mark?"

"Guess I'll just have to leave darker bruises," he chuckled as his hand came down forcefully. The little yelp that spilled over your lips went straight to his cock. Each spank was harder, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. 

The outline of his hand was visible, the stinging sensation adding to your pleasure. His left hand moved between your thighs, teasingly stroking your slit through the thin fabric of your underwear. Yet, you couldn't help but enjoy your punishment, which the latter surely noticed.

"(Y/N), are you enjoying this," he asked, "you're soaking through your little panties,"

"G-Gojō-Sensei," You whined.

"Satoru," he corrected you, wanting to hear you say his name.

"S-satoru," moaned shakily.

His long body bent over yours, lips brushing against your ear, "my name sounds so good when you moan it like that,"

He teased your clothed sex, feeling your arousal seep through your underwear. You were trying to grind against his hand as you needed more friction. However, Gojō stopped his ministrations, "you better stop with that,"

You did as you were told in hopes of getting what you wanted.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your trembling legs, where they pooled around your ankle. He plopped onto his chair, scooting closer before he spread your legs further apart. His head dipped between your thighs, and he let his tongue slide over your wet cunt.

"Fu-uck," You moaned.

Gojō's tongue was lapping up your juices, earning an approving hum at your sweet taste. You tried your best to steady yourself, but the way his tongue was working on your sex was unbearable.

"C-Close," you mumbled, mind already hazy.

Instead of getting pushed over the edge, you were met by a sudden absence between your legs. Gojō pulled away, watching your hips grind pathetically against sweet nothing in search of friction. He repeated his ministrations, riling you up and getting you close only to edge you. 

"What the fuck," you looked over your shoulders only to find the white-haired male with a sly expression.

"You don't really think I'll let you cum," he cocked a brow, "do you?"

"Please," You begged, needing to find release, "I can't take this,"

"Oh, but we only just started, "he threw his head back in amusement, his lips tugged into a smirk, "how many times was that now? Three or four?"

"Please," you whined, cursing him for the way he was teasing you.

"(Y/N)," his voice dropped, "I wasn't joking when I told you that this is your punishment,"

Gojō stood up, one of his hands snaking around your thigh and moving between your legs. He started to tease your clit slowly, earning lewd sounds from you.

"That's what you get for being such a whore," he clicked his tongue as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, "letting someone like him fuck you? Seriously (Y/N), didn't I teach you better?"

He pushed two of his digits into you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb, "fuck, you're wet,"

 Gojō grabbed a fistful of your hair before he pulled you up until your back was flush against his broad chest. All the while, his fingers were still working on your dripping cunt. His hand soon moved to your neck, fingers wrapping around it. You turned your head, locking eyes with the white-haired male before he leaned closer. Your lips clashed together, Gojō forcing his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You were squirming, feeling yourself once again getting closer to your edge. You could feel his bulge press against your lower back, which had you biting your lip in anticipation.

"You're dripping wet," he breathed against your ear, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. You gasped as his teeth raked over your shoulder, biting into your soft flesh to mark his territory. 

"S-Satoru," You breathed, feeling yourself get to the edge once again.

But, as expected, he stopped his ministrations, letting you fall down against his desk as inaudible words were spilling over your lips. You were overstimulated, unable to take any more of his teasing. 

Gojō manhandled you, turning you around. A soft thud sound was heard as your back hit against the desk. His eyes raked over your body, watching your chest heave with each breath.

His hand came up to cup your cheek before he turned your face towards him, "I want you to look at me,"

His lips found yours while he undid your uniform, pushing your jacket over your shoulders. He groaned against your lips as he felt your hard nips beneath your white cotton tee.

"No bra? Lucky me," he chuckled before he removed your shirt, hands cupping your breasts, fingers rolling your nips as you moaned against his lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against his bopping bulge, but he quickly stopped your movements.

"Now, what do you think you're doing," he questioned as he stood back up, towering over you. 

"Please, stop the teasing," you said, throwing your head back in frustration.

He smirked at you while he undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free his aching hard cock. You gulped at the sight of it. It was bigger than you could've ever imagined. 

Gojō's hands found their way to the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the desk in one swift motion. He pumped his cock a couple of times before he positioned his flushed tip at your entrance. He spread the bead of precum on your slit, dipping his hot tip between your folds, making sure to stroke your clit with each movement.

"Hah, please," you breathed as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, what," he asked. 

He loved the sight in front of him. The begging puppy eyes, those rosy cheeks, the way your baby hairs clung to your glistening skin, and all because of him. He could've cum right then and there.

"S-stop teasing," you whined, moving your hips against his cock.

His lips tugged into a devilish smirk, "be a good girl and be patient,"

"Satoru," you sounded demanding, "please, I need more,"

This was different for Gojō as well. He couldn't contain himself as he finally had his way with his favorite student. He pushed his tip into your wanting heat, your head lulled back as he stretched your walls, "fuck,"

A whiny moan escaped your mouth as you felt full, eyes squeezed shut as you couldn't focus on anything besides his cock stretching you out.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, sheathing himself into you with one finally thrust. 

The way he filled you up and the fact that you could feel every vein of his long throbbing cock had your toes curling.

He grabbed your chin, tilting your head before he dipped down. Your moans were muffled as hungry lips clashed against yours. Gojō was moving his hips at an agonizingly slow speed, dragging his full length out before snapping his hips against yours.

"Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl, "he praised.

"I need more," you breathed, "I can't take this,"

"Oh, you want more," he asked, a grin plastered on his face, "what a greedy little whore,"

He dragged his hands over your body until they were placed on your thighs. With a swift motion, he pushed your knees up to your shoulders, hands pressing against the back of your thighs. 

He quite literally folded you in half.

As he started to move again, his cock reached a point you didn't know existed. His tip hit your cervix as he picked up his pace. Your moans echoed off the walls, which only spurred him on.

His balls were slapping against your ass. The squelching sound of the thrusts just added to the ecstatic feeling.

Gojō gritted his teeth as he pounded into you. He cursed your lewd expression and the way your walls were clamping around his cock. He knew he couldn't drag this out as long as he wanted. 

"G-gonna cum," you moaned.

"No, you won't," he breathed as he pulled his length out, and you groaned in response.

"Not again," you sobbed, looking at him with teary eyes, "please don't do this,"

"Are you crying," he asked, cocking his head to the side. That devilish smirk splayed across his face once again.

"N-no," you turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze as heavy tears rolled over your rosy cheeks. The overstimulation felt like it was too much to handle.

He hated it as much as you did but couldn't let you get off like that. His cock was aching for a relief, especially with the view in front of him. You were a mess. 

He picked up his pace, pounding into your wet heat with a steady rhythm. The tip of his cock brushed over that sweet spot within you with each thrust. 

"Did he fuck you this good," Gojō asked curiously. Almost as if that competition between him and Suguru came naturally. Just like back then.

Your lips tugged into a smirk, "what makes you think he wasn't better?"

It was barely audible, but it was loud and clear to him, like a punch to his gut.

"What a feisty little thing you are," he said as he thrust particularly hard into you. 

"Learned that from my," you moaned, "my teacher,"

Gojō loosened his grip on your thighs, letting them wrap around his hips as he leaned closer. He was propped up on his elbow while his other hand was placed on your neck. His thumb and index finger were digging into your chin, "I'm gonna fuck that little brain out,"

It sounded playful, and yet it felt like a warning to you. And just like that, he picked up his pace, hips rutting against yours. Your whole body was trembling, that familiar feeling spreading once again. His lips latched onto your neck, licking and biting your soft spot. His hot breath against your skin let a shiver run down your spine.

You mumbled something under your breath, but the latter couldn't understand.

"Gotta speak a bit clearer than that," he breathed against the shell of your ear.

He straightened his back, leaning onto the palm of his hand as he fucked you mercilessly and chased after his own relief.

"F-fuck," you moaned, "c-c-close,"

"Cum for me," Gojō groaned, "s-shit, can I cum in you?"

You nodded your head. The feeling of your walls clamping around his cock had him cum instantly, filling you up. A moan spilled over your lips as your body started to shake vigorously, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm finally washed over you. The overwhelming feeling took its toll on you, and everything went black. 

Gojō's head was thrown back, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. He pulled himself out, watching as the mixture of your fluids gushed out of your used cunt.

"(Y/N)," he looked at you as worry settled in, "(Y/N)?"

Finally, your eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting his gaze.

"You alright?"

You gulped, nodding at the white-haired man in front of you.

"Got me worried for a second," he chuckled lowly, "guess I went a bit too hard on you,"

He fucked you dumb, quite literally. You couldn't form any coherent words. 

"Come on," Gojō carefully lifted you off the desk as he noticed just how exhausted you were. Hence, he took you back to his quarters (he totally didn't use his teleportation skills for that. Plus, he surely didn't accidentally destroy the desk with it because he forgot about its drawback).

Later, you found yourself in his bed, limbs tangled beneath his duvet. 

"You really can't tell anyone about meeting him," Gojō broke the quiet atmosphere, "I don't even wanna imagine what the higher-ups would do with you,"

You turned your head up, your gaze meeting his, "I won't,"

"Besides, I'm sure my amazing teacher would look out for me," you joked, "and if that wouldn't be the case, I could just join Suguru,"

Gojō clenched his jaw at your reply, "that would eventually end in your death,"

You let out a sigh, "I know, I know,"

"Did he tell you to join him," Gojō asked curiously. 

"No, he didn't," you replied, "he wouldn't force anyone to join him,"

You thought back to your parting conversation.

"Thanks for getting me back here," you smiled at the dark-haired male.

"I would drop you off at Jujutsu High, but that's impossible," Suguru returned the smile.

"What's wrong? You seem to have something on your mind," he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Oh, it's nothing," you waved your hand dismissively, "I was just thinking about what lie to tell them,"

"I don't wanna get in trouble," you bit your cheeks.

"Well, Satoru will probably find out," Suguru shrugged, "but he's the last one you should worry about,"

"If you would get into real trouble, just call me," he said, "I'll take care of you,"

"Thank you," you squeezed his hand before letting go.

"Take care, (Y/N)," he turned around, waving as he was about to get onto his curse.

"Suguru, wait," you called as you walked a couple of steps closer.

He looked over his shoulder, smiling at you, "what is it?"

"Why didn't you kill me?"

He got onto his curse, chuckling at your question, "you remind me of someone,"

You watched him fly off, leaving you where you've met him the previous day.

"He said that I remind him of someone," you muttered, "do you have an idea who that could be?"

Gojō's mind was flooded with memories of his youth as he thought about Suguru. He knew who Suguru had in mind. After all, Gojō noticed it himself. The way you changed over the past years. You started as a loud, cheerful student, only to shut yourself off with every death of your classmates. You were just like Suguru before he turned his back on Jujutsu High. 

He swore to himself that he would keep you on the right path. 

"I have no idea," he replied.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #gojō satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojō x reader #smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto suguru

[subehind]

(Suguru is reacting to Satoru's "We're the strongest after all." - "Oretachi saikyō da shi.")

Translating matters of politness in Japanese is always a pain and while this is quite elegant, because Suguru is literally telling Satoru "Use I, or at worst, I." (which makes no sense), he means "When addressing yourself, use watashi (which is neutrally polite and Suguru himself is using it whilst talking about himself), or at worst boku (which is moderately masculine, but still quite polite in casual setting)."

But Satoru, the little shit that he is, is using ore no matter who he talks to, which is rough and, depending on the setting, may be viewed as rude and/or arrogant.

Rule of a thumb, when talking to a superior, use watashi (or humble watakushi).

At this point, Satoru basically tells Suguru to fuck off, but guess how he says his favourite phrase in the second episode of the anime?

"Daijōbu, boku saikyō da kara."

So if you want to be heartbroken that Satoru no longer says "we", but only "I", you can add up the information that he took on Suguru's advice and now speaks in a more polite manner.

I'll see myself out.

#gojō satoru #getō suguru #behind the sub #jujutsu kaisen #I should be sleeping now but this was more important #don't ever let me catch you transcribing Japanese without length of vowels #I'm hidding under your carpet #fuck the rule for tags #gojo satoru #geto suguru

[keiloo]

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[anime-freek]

yall i caNnOt be the only one who gets turned on by this song

#reasons why this song gets me hot and bothered #a certain kento nanami #and satoru gojō #like imagine getting railed to this beat #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #kento nanami #nanami kento #satoru gojō #gojō satoru #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #jjk satoru gojo #satoru gojo jjk #nanami jjk #jjk nanami kento #nanami kento jjk #jjk kento #jjk nanami #Spotify

[frankencanon]

Gojou was probably hugged as a child — a little bit, at least. Or, maybe not as a kid, but as an infant. Definitely. Probably.

Something that not everyone might know: some time ago, during or shortly after a war or something, people were extremely frustrated and distraught over the fact that the babies in the orphanage just kept dying, and nobody could figure out why...

Until suddenly someone did! As it turns out, babies literally need physical affection — they need to be held and rocked or they will literally die from touch starvation and neglect.

Gojou may be the strongest, but he's still human — especially when he was an infant newborn — and so he would've been no exception.

If the Gojou clan doesn't give little baby Satoru enough affection as a child — or baby, rather — then he runs the risk of literally dying — and they run the risk of accidentally killing their so-called "pride and joy" through neglect.

And before anyone says, well, "They might not necessary know that lack of affection can kill a baby—"

Wrong. Incorrect. There is absolutely no way they wouldn't know. Why?

Because they're the Gojou clan — neglecting their children by depriving them of affection is literally what they do — what all old, powerful Sorcerer families seem to do.

With the way they treat their children, there's no way this wasn't at some point a huge issue for the clans.

Even if they hadn't heard of the official studies and the like, they've basically done their own study unintentionally by virtue of repeatedly killing their own children on accident.

They and the other old, shitty, neglectful clans would've made the connection at some point that babies who are held and pet tend to survive, while babies that are deprived of this tend to die in the cradle.

Basically, there's no way they didn't know.

And since they absolutely would've known, it's doubtful that they would've taken the risk with Gojou Satoru — their strongest, the world's strongest, in the past six hundred years or so — and deprived his little infant self of being held.

Of course, this only applies to little baby Satoru — once he was no longer at risk of dying from lack of cuddles, they would've stopped immediately. Which is arguably worse than having never gotten any physical affection at all!

It's like they say: you can't miss something you've never had, and so while it would've been one thing to grow up having never been granted affection, Gojou instead was allowed to get used to the affection and cuddles — only to suddenly have it all ripped away from him.

I think that's worse, honestly.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojō satoru #what would you call this? #headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojou headcanons #gojō headcanons #anime #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen meta #gojou meta #gojo meta #gojō meta #infant death

[pancake-stray-doggo]

Gojō Satoru is gonna be just fine and you can't do anything about it

#gojo satoru #gojō satoru #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #manga spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga leaks #fuck off anyone who thinks otherwise #>:(

[giuliettagaltieri]

Giggles and Wiggles

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Pregnant!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru vs. a pregnant woman's hormones.

Warning: pregnancy, mood swings, flirting, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, implied cunnilingus

Word Count: 973

7 of 9

It was difficult for Gojō to understand how much strength your body has to be able to carry all that weight.

He was aware of his physical stature, a hundred and ninety centimeters tall.  He knows he is not exactly small, and with his genes growing inside your cute belly, he worries your pregnancy will be difficult.

And there you were, rounded and full, and you were only seven months pregnant.

The day started quiet and warm.  You in his arms, sighing softly in his chest.

And then your son decided it was a good idea to send a power kick through your belly.

Your eyes pop open, watering immediately at the impact.

Gojō cradles your belly as he hushes you, his lips pressed in your temple.

It took a while to calm you and even after that, you were already grumpy, lips turned upside down as a frown pinched your brows.

Gojō knows better than to bother you further so he started the day on his own. He padded to your shared closet and selected his clothing, eyeing your heavy kimonos with much contempt. He was in the middle of a big yawn when your distressed cry reached his ears.

His clothes were dropped on the tatami mat and he rushed out of the walk-in closet.

And there he stood at the foot of your bed, watching you. Just…watching you.

You had tears streaming down your cheeks, your temples beaded with sweat as you made grabby hands at him.

“I-I can’t get out of bed, Toru.”  You whimpered.

It made his cock strain.  He clears his throat and quickly supports your back as he lifts you off your bed.

Your warm bare thigh brushes against his manhood and you cry harder.  How could your suffering arouse him!  How dare he!

“‘S all your fault!”  You cry on his chest and Gojō bites his cheek to stifle a snicker.  “You did this!”

He simply nods as he strokes your hair, peppering your head with kisses.

“Of course. Mmh, yes.  Yes, it’s all my fault.”  His arms were wrapped around you as he swayed you from side to side.

After a gentle bath with you, with Gojō doing everything for you, your hormones decided to take a break.

And you were smiling up at him again as he brushed your hair, you were lavishing your skin with the moisturizing creams he bought for you and kept asking for kisses.

Gojō was happy to do so.  He liked seeing you happy.

But your sweet spirit slowly dissipates with every layer of clothing you wear.  Formality returning as you become what is expected of a Gojō lady.

Your husband did not like that.  He liked being playful and endearing to you, and he was almost grateful for the change that your pregnancy did to your emotions.

Although, he was still always careful with the boundaries he crossed. 

It is just, there are moments in which he loses himself after catching sight of your bare skin.

A soft moan has Gojō’s eyes traveling to his right, there you sat, your face in a twist as you stretched your back.  His eyes followed your hand as you rubbed your waist.

“You alright?”  He asks before sipping his tea.  His hands glided the fountain pen faster in the paper to finish his work.  He enjoyed your company when he was at home, but being stationary in your seat, despite you almost drowning in cushions already, might be causing a strain on your pregnant body.

He caps the pen and places a paperweight on the documents.

“Wanna take a walk?”  He asks as he stands up to stretch.

“Oh, yes.”  You say softly.  He slips his hand under your forearms and helps you up with a soft grunt, your cheeks warming at the sound.

Gojō places a hand on the small of your back as you walk and immediately feels how stiff your posture is.  He might need to get serious about those stretches you do, maybe he can join you more often to help.

His eyes glance at you as you sigh and attempt to subtly roll your shoulder.

“You should probably take those clothes off.”

Your hands fly to your chest, one on top of the other as you look at him in pure horror.

“N-not in that way.”  Gojō scratches his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.  “Still acting like a maiden when you’re heavy with my child?”  He rubs his knuckle on your cheek and your hands cover your flushed face.

Gojō guides you forward to continue your walk.

“I meant, you should reduce the layers you wear.  Your belly is heavy as is, you don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”

You frown at him.  “I don’t mind.  The lady of the house is expected to wear such clothing.”

He clicks his tongue.  “I don’t care what’s expected of you.  I say you should wear comfortable clothing.  And whatever I say, goes.”

You choose not to speak further as his tone turns to a more assertive one, and you are reminded that the man you are walking next to is the head of the clan.  His word is law in this house.

The elders seem to have a difficult time understanding that.

So Gojō Satoru brought it upon himself to wage war with your closet.

One by one, your pretty kimonos started disappearing.  Your tight obis vanish along with them.

After some time, the clan elders simply had to raise their concerns as the wife of the clan head was no longer wearing the appropriate clothing.

Gojō started a bonfire that night.  The pretty silk being fed to the blazing fire that was shot from the fingertips of the man who has his head buried deep between your thighs.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojō satoru #arranged marriage #jujutsu kaisen #dad gojo #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo x pregnant reader #where the blue roses grow

[aldebarangel]

autistic/adhd gojo do you agree

#his domain expansion is literally a sensory overload #he is deemed careless for his behavior #something something sensory stuff + his cursed technique #neurodivergent gojo truthers rise #i think there are other traits that i havent listed so feel free to add more #oh his interest in digimon and how suguru has to reference it in an explanation just so gojo can understand a topic #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #autistic hc #autistic headcanon #adhd headcanon #adhd hc

[arta-art]

#satosugu #jjk #fan art #gojō satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #satoru gojo #wip #chibi #五夏 #my art

[gindragon]

Boys in love <3

#satosugu #gojō satoru #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #digital art #my art #they are so cute I can’t even #i am obsessed

[yukiendlessky]

Shibuya Incident Arc

#jujutsu kaisen #anime #season 2 #pv #gojō satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #nanami kento #sukuna #animelove #况術迴墘 #週刊少年ジャンプ #要玉玉折